Black Cat Got Your Tongue?

"Now where was I?" the Black Cat said as she put the bottle back into the bag. "Oh yes, I was found guilty of course, there was little doubt of that. No way some colored whore was going to get away with cutting an important white man, regardless of what he'd done to her."

As a member of the police, Ultra Woman knew that was also true. She felt ashamed for her chosen profession.

"They threw me into a lousy stinkhole of a prison, the kind where you were abused both by the other women and the guards as well. I'd have probably died in there if it didn't turn out that Uncle Sam had a need for women with, how should I say, my particular talents. I was turned over to the O.S.S. for special training. In short, they turned me into both their whore and their spy. I have to say, I was good at both."

She paused for a moment, then went on.

"Of course because of my skin color, they weren't going to drop me into Germany or any place like that, but I managed to make my mark in France, Belgium, and even in a few cases England. When I was in the occupied countries, I always found it funny how so many officers of the so-called master race couldn't wait to jump into bed with a schwarzes whore."

The Office of Strategic Services had been America's spy network during the war. It was rumored that they did a lot of things that no one wanted to talk about, not at long as they got the job done.

"Then the war ended and they got around to passing out the medals and other rewards," she said as she began to finish her story. "Then they realized that I and a few others like me were more of an embarrassment at this point than anything else. I heard some talk that they might just toss me back into that hole they had found me in, or worse, just make me disappear like I'd never existed. They can do things like that, believe me."

Ultra Woman did.

"Well my Mama didn't raise a totally stupid girl, so I disappeared on my own terms before they could make up their minds," she added. "Then I realized that I had learned a great many things while I was with the O.S.S., a lot more than they thought I had. There had been a good number of instructors willing to trade a roll in the sheets for a little extra classroom time. Without really knowing it, they created the Black Cat."

As fascinating as the story had been, Ultra Woman forced her mind back to more immediate concerns. She found the courage to asked what she'd been thinking.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" she asked.

"What you mean is," the Black Cat said as she reached up and stroked Ultra Woman's cheek with an outstretched finger, "am I planning to kill you now that I told you all my secrets?" The bound heroine's silence confirmed the question.

"No, killing's not my thing," she answered as she pulled away from Ultra Woman. "Not unless the person really deserves it."

Behind her mask, Abby let out a large sigh of relief. The next question came from her lips before she could even think about it. "But why ..."

"But why did I go to all this trouble to capture you," the dark skinned woman completed the question. "Why did I reveal myself and tell you my story?"

The Black Cat waited a few moments before answering the question. It almost seemed as if she wasn't sure of the answer herself.

"Well let's just say that I'm about to go into retirement and I wanted to leave the story of the Black Cat behind. I know that someone like you would be honor bound to tell reporters and such my story. If I told it to some cop, they might be tempted to bury it."

Ultra Woman grinned at the irony of that statement. The expression on the Black Cat's face told her that there was more to it all.

"And there was one other reason," she said, confirming the masked adventurer's suspicion as she moved back to her prisoner. "I have to admit, I've found myself quite taken with you when I saw you at the museum earlier tonight."

"I don't understand," Ultra Woman said, hoping she really didn't.

"Oh I think you do," the Black Cat said as she ran her hand across the tunic of her uniform, feeling the softness of Abby's beasts beneath the material.

"I'm not like that," Ultra Woman quickly said. "Women don't interest me at all."

"Really?" the Black Cat said in disbelief as she continued to caress Ultra Woman's body. "I've seen pictures of you and that sidekick of yours. Are you telling me that you and she have never ..."

"Never!" Ultra Woman quickly said.

"A pity, she's almost as attractive as you are."

"I told you I'm not into other women," Ultra Woman repeated.

"All women are into other women," the dark haired woman corrected her. "It's just a matter of to what degree. To some it might be just friendship, to others a platonic love, and to even others physical love as well. Sometimes, a woman just needs a little taste of what's possible to make up her mind. Maybe just a little touch of something to nudge her along the way."

The Cat's words made Abby think of how she'd gotten almost half drunk to get up the courage the first time she'd gone to bed with a man. Sometimes it was a truism.

"Are you feeling a little warm?" she asked Ultra Woman.

The truth was, she was feeling more than a little warm. Warm, and surprisingly horny.

"There was something in that water you gave me!" Ultra Woman said as the realization suddenly hit her.

"I'm afraid there was," the Black Cat confirmed, "a little something I borrowed when I left the O.S.S. last year. A sort of love potion, if you want to call it that. It helps you lower a subject's inhibitions. I like to call it my own special brand of catnip."

Ultra Woman could tell it was having a more than subtle effect on her. Her entire body was beginning to tingle, the mound between her legs growing moist and her nipples turning hard.

"This is no different than what that man did to you," she said, trying to use logic to dissuade this woman who meant to have her.

"In a way, I guess you're right," the Cat answered, "but I've found that it's the people with the power who make the rules."

"The museum, the diamond, how did you do that?" Ultra Woman asked, trying to ignore the rising lust within her.

"Sure, why not?" the Black Cat laughed. "It was actually very easy. The diamond was never in the case to begin with. I switched the stone with my special copy the night before during the private cocktail the museum had for the board of directors. I walked right out with it, dressed as one of the servants. The color of my skin made me all but invisible in most of their eyes. Then I simply broke into the museum the next night, tripped the alarm and used a special radio remote to explode my Star of China. All was left after that was a small bit of dust."

"Incredible," Ultra Woman said, her interest in the crime quickly fading before her rising desires.

"But I don't think you really care about the diamond anymore," the Black Cat said. "I think you're more interested in this."

Ultra Woman was caught off guard as she felt the thief's lips pressing against hers. There was a softness there that she found enticing. A warmth lacking in the kisses she had shared with Nick such a short time ago.

"Mega Girl, help me," Ultra Woman said softly as she felt the fire in the Black Cat's kisses spreading through her body.

"She's not going to be showing up in the nick of time," the Cat said as she withdrew her tongue from Ultra Woman's mouth. "We're a long way from where she'd be searching for you. An island off the coast of Mexico to be precise. This used to be a old prison, but now it makes a very nice base of operations. It's just you and me, love, with no interruptions."

The Black Cat kissed her again, and this time found Ultra Woman responding to the kiss. Their tongues met once more, playing a duet as they moved in and out of each other's mouths.

"My name is Dorothy," the Black Cat said as their lips parted.

"Abby," Ultra Woman heard herself saying.

"Such a lovely name," Dorothy smiled as she began to undo the buttons of Abby's tunic.

Abby's tunic fell open, revealing her specially designed bra. Rather than fumble with what seemed to be a complex series of straps, Dorothy produced a small switchblade and cut them away. The soft, flexible material fell to the floor, leaving her unrestricted access to the large mounds it had held in check.

"So very pretty," Dorothy said as she cradled each breast and rubbed her fingers across Abby's bright pink nipples.

Try as she could, the woman behind the mask couldn't resist the feelings of pleasure filling her body. As Dorothy's lips closed around one of her nipples and her tongue plied some the skills the O.S.S. had recruited her for, Abby knew she was helpless. She had sometimes imagined facing torture, or even death if she fell into the hands of criminal elements, but never thought she'd face pleasures too powerful to resist.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Dorothy said as she turned her attention to Abby's other breast.

"Yes," the crimefighter heard herself admitting.

"Well just relax and you're going to enjoy it even more," Dorothy replied.

True to her word, Abby did enjoy herself even more as the Black Cat performed the same magic on her other breast. The black woman's touch was unlike any man's who had been there before her. Softer, more giving. Abby could tell there was a desire to give as well as take pleasure from her breasts.

"Why don't I get a little more comfortable as well," Dorothy said as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing her naked breasts beneath.

Abby had never seen a black woman in the nude before and she looked down at Dorothy's breasts with some curiosity. She found mounds smaller than her own but ones that seemed perfectly suited for the Black Cat's frame. They were a rich chocolate in color, with small charcoal nipples near the center.

"They look yummy, don't they?" the now topless criminal said as she rubbed her own breasts, feeling their softness. "Well why don't I let you find out for yourself."

Before Abby could say a word, Dorothy had climbed up on a large building stone that had been resting by Ultra Woman's feet and pressed her smaller dark breasts into the brunette's face. When she opened her mouth to protest, she found a hard nipple shoved between her lips.

"Suck it baby," Dorothy commanded, "you know you want to."

The honest truth was, Abby did want to. She had never before admitted it to anyone, least of all herself, but she was curious about what it might be like to be with another woman. Ever since she was younger and she heard some of the other girls in school talk about Donna Reynolds and Carol Delvecchio. The two girls had been caught doing something with each other in the girl's bathroom at Saint Mark's High School for Girls. They had immediately been expelled, but all the rumors and curiosities had lasted long after that.

Even now, long after leaving Saint Mark's, she never would've considered satisfying those curiosities on her own. Now, in her mind at least, she could tell herself it was the drug coursing through her veins that was making her act this way. That, and the expert touch of the woman who held her captive.

With girlish enthusiasm, Abby rolled her tongue over the small thick nubs that capped Dorothy's breasts, using her teeth and lips as the dark skinned woman had earlier done to her. It was, she had to admit, an intoxicating experience.

"That's it baby," the Black Cat purred as she held Abby's face against her dark mounds, "you suck those sweet Hershey kisses."

After this had gone on for a short while, Dorothy pulled her breasts away and kissed the helpless heroine again. She could feel the lust flowing in the white woman's veins, a lust reflected in her own.

"Oh there's one other little thing I should've mentioned about that compound you drank," Dorothy said as she continued to cover Abby's neck and chest with soft, wet kisses. "Under certain conditions, it can be quite lethal. In fact, death usually occurs less than an hour after ingesting it. I saw its effects once, quite nasty I have to say. Delusions, convulsions, horrible."

That statement immediately got Ultra Woman's attention, even through the dense fog of desire that filled her mind.

"But there is an antidote," she added as she now kissed Abby's belly. "A quite simple one really. All you have to do is have an orgasm. There's something about the chemicals a body produces during an orgasm neutralizes the compound. Even a climax through self-love would be enough to do it."

The Black Cat paused and looked up at the old chains that securely held Ultra Woman's hands in place. It was obvious that self-love as she put it wasn't an option.

"Hmm, that would be somewhat difficult in your case, wouldn't it," the Cat said. "I'm very tempted to free your hands so you could help yourself, but you do-gooder types are always doing the noble thing. I'm afraid that if I were to free you, then you might be tempted to capture me instead. But not to worry love, I'm going to be sure that you have an orgasm. One that you're not going to forget for a long, long time."

With that, the Black Cat undid the clasp of Ultra Woman's skirt and slid it down her long legs. Now revealed were the heroine's cotton panties, a large damp stain visible over her mound. Dorothy ran her fingers up along Abby's legs, then under the bottom elastic of her undergarment. Her dark fingers met against the moist hair, rubbing it slightly as they produced a soft moan from Abby's lips.

Dorothy's hands closed around the thin material and with an unexpected force, ripped the panties off Abby's body. With thrusts just as forceful, the Black Cat pulled Ultra Woman's legs apart and lifted them over her shoulder, bringing Abby's pussy right up to her face. Holding on to the white woman's ass for support, Dorothy attacked her prize in a frenzy of Sapphic desire.

"Oh God!" Abby called out as she felt the Black Cat's tongue slide inside of her, triggering a burst of pre-orgasmic fury.

Faster and faster her tongue moved, as if she were truly her namesake and Abby were a saucer of milk. Her assault was unrelenting, growing more so with each passing heartbeat. Abby could feel the tiny tremors building deep within her, vibrations that would lead to a life saving climax.

Despite the circumstances, Abby couldn't help but think that this was something that she had been missing. On those few times when her duties as Officer Stone had called for her to conduct a body search of ladies of the evening, some of them had taunted her with an offer to teach her a few sex acts her mama never told her about. Their offers were so graphic that there was no mistaking what they had been offering.

When she had brought the subject up one night during their lovemaking, Nick had said that it was something that decent people just didn't do. It quickly became obvious to her that what he really meant was that he only considered it wrong for a woman to expect it to be done to her. On more than a few occasions, Nick had expressed a desire for Abby to perform a similar act on his manhood. It seemed he had developed a certain affection for oral sex during his military service in Europe. So far, Abby hadn't complied with his request. Now aware of how good it felt, she quickly promised herself that the only way he was going to get his wish was if he was willing to reciprocate.

However, all of that was in the future. In the here and now, all she was concerned with was the nearness of her climax. Even if her life didn't depend on it, it would be all she cared about. It no longer mattered that the Black Cat was a master criminal, wanted on two continents, or that Abby had sworn twice over to uphold the law. All that mattered where the pleasures of the flesh and a gratification she had never before imagined. A gratification, which suddenly stopped.

Ultra Woman suddenly felt her legs fall free as the Black Cat released her hold on her. A loud buzzing, like that of an alarm clock, was coming from what Abby now realized was a speaker hidden among the stone blocks.

"Damn it, not now!" the Black Cat cursed as she picked up her shirt from the floor and pulled it back on. Her voice a hard mixture of anger and disappointment.

"What's happening?" a confused Ultra Woman asked.

"Someone's tripped the photoelectric eye in the outer corridors," the woman in black said as she hurriedly straightened her clothing. "I'm afraid we're going to have to make it another time. A pity really, I was really looking forward to giving you a taste of my blackberry treat."

"But the compound ..." Ultra Woman started to say, realizing that she hadn't yet reached the climax that would counteract the toxins in her body.

Abby never got the chance to finish as her words were cut off by the crush of Dorothy's dark lips. For the merest instant, she felt her tongue invade her mouth one last time.

"Too bad," the master thief said as she jumped back and pressed against a small stone in the wall, causing an eight-foot by four-foot section to open. "You have one really fine body, I'll think of it often."

With that she was gone, leaving Ultra Woman to wonder how soon the poison in her body would take effect.

A few minutes later, the door through which the Black Cat had originally appeared opened once more. When she saw the figure that stepped out of the corridor, Ultra Woman was sure she had entered the delusion phase of her condition. Standing not five feet away, was Mega Girl.

"Ultra Woman ...?" Mega Girl gasped as she saw the nearly naked woman chained to the wall. "Abby?"

"Priscilla?" Abby said, realizing that this was no drug-induced fantasy. "How did you get here?"

"My God, what happened to you?" Mega Girl asked as she quickly examined the chains that held her partner captive. Her eyes kept shifting from the cold, rusted iron and Abby's soft, naked body.

As briefly as she could, Ultra Woman told her story, centering on the deadly compound now in her body. According to her best calculations, there where less than ten minutes left in the hour.

"It'll take a lot longer for me to cut you out of here and get you to a hospital," the younger woman decided out loud .

"Then what do we do?" a dejected Abby asked.

"My field is electronics, not biochemistry, Mega Girl said, her voice containing a strange mixture of concern and excitement, "so I think there's only one thing we can do. Finish what the Black Cat started."

Ultra Woman watched in disbelief as Mega Girl dropped down to her knees and spread the older woman's legs. Her hand pressed against Abby's very wet mound, parting her vaginal lips with her fingers. Then, without another moment's hesitation, Priscilla pressed her head tightly between Ultra Woman's legs. For the second time in the last hour, Abby felt the sweet touch of a woman's tongue inside of her. Where as the Black Cat had been hard and forceful, Mega Girl was soft and gentle. Both methods, however, seemed to have the same result.

With a skill that seemed impossible for a novice, Priscilla's tongue moved up and down the length of Abby's womanhood. There was little time for her to wonder about that, as Mega Girl quickly brought Ultra Woman back to the level at which the Black Cat had abandoned her.

Priscilla's index finger joined her tongue, adding another source to the cascading waves spreading outward from Abby's center. In what seemed at the same time, hours and no time at all, the costumed adventurers surpassed that level.

Ultra Woman felt her heart racing like it had never done before and her breaths now came in short measured gasps. The fear that the poison was finally taking its described effect filled her mind for the briefest of moments. Then that worry as well was washed away by the crashing tide that now shattered across her.