The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 03

It was audible to the five thugs down below, who started looking around in confusion, and then one of them had the sense to look up. He shouted in alarm to his friends, who all joined him, looking up a Hellcat. She grinned to herself. This was it. Show time.

Hellcat rose to her feet, looking down towards the thugs, and leapt off the ledge, and landed...in a dumpster.

"Damnit! Hang on!" Hellcat grumbled as she crawled out of the dumpster, and hopped over the side to land on the pavement. She looked up, and surveyed the situation. The five thugs, and the previously terrified woman, where all staring at her in total confusion, not sure what to make of the situation. Hellcat decided that now would be a great time to strike a heroic pose. She stood with her legs, slightly wider than shoulder length apart, and put her fists on her hips, starring down the thugs.

"Let her go! Now!"

No one moved. They just starred.

Hellcat wasn't sure what to do in this situation, so she just stared back.

They kept starring at her.

She kept starring at them, then pulled a spaghetti noodle out of her hair, and then went back to starring.

They were still starring, but now they were smirking.

"You dipshits don't speak English? I said, let her go, now!"

Four of the thugs looked to the one holding the woman by the throat for guidance. Apparently he was the leader.

"This bitch for reals, man?" One of them asked the leader.

"I dunno. Best beat her ass an' find out." He turned to look at the terrified woman "looks like you gonna have a friend joinin' you, bitch." He turned back to his friends. "Get'r"

The four charged after Hellcat. They came at her fast and all at once, intending to overpower her. They were faster than she had expected, but she managed to leap into the air, and flip over their heads, spinning around and landing behind them.

Feeling rather impressed with herself, she took advantage of the initiative and picked her first target. He seemed to be the smallest out of the group, but also the quickest. Turning on her heel, she gave him a fierce spin kick to the head, sending him flying into the side of the dumpster and leaving a nasty dent in the side of it. The city wouldn't be too happy about that, but it was for a good cause, and he seemed to be out cold.

The remaining three recovered from her dodge quickly, and one of them managed to land a right hook across her jaw, which staggered her back a step and briefly disoriented her. It was the first time she'd ever been hit before, but thankfully it didn't hurt. This wasn't like her fight with the sorcerers. They'd been a bunch of Dungeons and Dragons geeks that had probably never been in a fight in their lives. These, on the other hand, were street thugs. They were used to fighting, and they knew what they were doing.

She had super powers, though. She'd never taken a self-defence class in her life, but somehow, she knew what to do. The punch had sent her head to the side, and she let her body spin with the momentum, bringing her right leg up in a high kick that connected solidly with the side of the thug's head, sending him spinning off into the side of the building.

"Not too late to give up, boys, and save the tax payers from paying your hospital bills."

There were two thugs left, immediately facing her. One of them had found a small length of steel pipe. He came at her in an overhead swing, but he was slow. She caught him by the wrist, and then punched him in his elbow. She heard the crackling of his bones and he started screaming. Hellcat snatched the pipe out of his hand, and cracked him across the head with it. The screaming stopped.

The last thug should have run away, but he had moved in to close. He grabbed her with both hands, by the front of her leotard and shoved her roughly into the wall. A knee to the groin broke his advance. She shrugged his arms away from her, grabbed him by the head, bringing it sharply down to her knee. The impact of which knocked him out cold.

And then there was one.

"Ok, Jackass. What part of "let her go" isn't clicking with you?"

This time he let the woman go, and started running as fast as he could, but not fast enough. Hellcat took off at a quick sprint, but only took three steps before springing into the air. She soared high for a brief few moments, and then came down on top of the thug, slamming him into the pavement.

He twitched a bit, but didn't move or make a sound. At first she was worried that she'd killed him, but a quick check showed that he still had a strong pulse. Sighing with relief, Hellcat turned back down the alley, and found the woman crouching against the wall in shock.

Hellcat gently took her by the hand and helped her up.

"You ok, lady?"

"Yes, oh dear God, thank you!" The woman wrapped her arms around Hellcat, holding her tight. "I don't want to think what could've happened if...if..."

"Well then don't think about it" said Hellcat, pulling herself back from the hug. Damn her hyper active libido. She had to do something about this, and fast. "You're ok now. Just be careful where you find yourself at this time of night from now on."

"I will. Thank you. Is here anything I can do to repay you? I have money. I know that's terrible, but perhaps contribute to a fund or charity or something? You look like you need a new costume." Hellcat scowled.

"Hey! I'm new at this! I haven't had time to make a proper costume yet!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend. It's just that I'm a clothing designer. I'm not very well established yet, but I'd be thrilled to make you something a bit more...professional."

"Really? You design clothes? Huh, how's that for plot convenience?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. Do you have a card or something?"

The woman took a card out of her purse and handed it to Hellcat. It read "Jan Flynn: Fashion Designer" and gave her cell number.

"Jan Flynn?"

"That's me" she said with a smile. "Just call that number and we'll set up a time that's good for you to come in."

"Ok, I'll think about it and let you know. Thanks. One other thing, though. do me a favour, use your cell phone, call the cops, and tell them that there are five guys in this alley that need medical attention and a jail cell. I've got to get home."

"I will. Oh! What's your name?"

Hellcat turned back to look over her shoulder, giving a charismatic grin. "The Hellcat" And with that, Hellcat leapt back to the roof of the building in a single bound, and started making the trip back home grinning from ear to ear.

By the time Hellcat crawled back through her fifth floor window, she was practically panting, but not due to exertion. Her skin tingled and her limbs trembled with the fading adrenaline coursing through her body. She closed her window and drew her blinds, then turned on the light in her bedroom, before jumping and shouting for joy.

"I did it! I actually did it! I'm a hero now!"

She paused in front of her mirror, a content and satisfied smile on her face.

"You're a hero now."

Her gaze began to reflect on how she was dressed, the way she looked. Her hair messy and her skin flushed. The suit had ridden up half way into her arse and the crevice of her lower lips were plainly outlined. Her nipples were rigid and strained the fabric which clung too tightly to her lithe form.

"A rather sexily dressed hero at that, I might add. I really need to get this new costume put together before I get arrested for indecent exposure."

She turned to her left and her right, examining her profile, then turned around to check out how she looked from the back.

"Those thugs certainly got an eyeful before their lights went out, I'll say that much."

Her hands slid up her body, feeling the slick spandex, which had been stretched tightly over her body. Only now, that the adrenaline had faded, did she realise how aroused it had left her. She was ready to jump on any warm body that crossed her path.

Her hands slide up the suit, and she gasped sharply as they slide over her arching nipples. Her eyelids closed on reflex as she focused on the sensations as she traced each with the middle finger on each hand, circling them teasingly, her hips began to gyrate unconsciously.

She opened her eyes to see something else looking in the mirror. Not the girl she had just seen, but a wanton. Her lips parted and her eyes were heavy. She was fascinated by her reflexion. It wasn't the fact that she found herself so beautiful, but that she was shocked by how sexual she appeared. She could barely contain herself, and seeing the effect on her reflexion compounded her sensations.

She left one hand teasing her nipple, while the other traced down her belly, and slide her middle finger up and down the crease outlining the lips of her swollen and hungry pussy. Another gasp emanated from her mouth followed by a low moan. Her finger traced upward along the crease, and quickly began quickly rubbing the swollen nub of her clitoris through the thin material. The resulting contact hit her like a bolt of lightning, and she fell to her knees.

The fabric of her leotard deadened the sensation of her fingers on her body, and resulted in being brutally teasing. She kept bringing herself close, but not close enough, to a mind shattering orgasm that she knew was just beyond reach. She pinched her nipple sharply and twisted it through the leotard.

"God! What if they could see me now? Kneeling on my bedroom floor and jilling myself in this costume in front of a mirror."

She pictured people looking at her, watching her.

"What if those thugs knew I was doing this right now or that lady I rescued? What would they think?"

She felt the wave coming closer to shore. Felt the intensity building in her core.

"What if Detective Rowe could see me? Would he have his handcuffs?"

She pictured him standing before her, his eyes looking at her with hunger and possession, with his handcuffs dangling from his fingers. The wave grew closer.

"What if Molly could see me? What would she think of me? Would she think I was a slut?"

The wave grew closer. She felt ashamed and humiliated with herself, but it only drove her further. She was admitting something out loud that she hadn't dared to even think yet. She pinched her nipple harder, boarding on painful, and cried out, as she jilled her burning clit faster and harder still.

"She would! That's what I'm being right now. I'm not just a super hero, I'm a super slut. I'm a dirty fuck slut!"

With that, the wave crested. Her mind exploded as the waves of tension that had been slowly building inside of her body and her mind snapped as an earth shattering orgasm cracked her like a whip. Hellcat threw her head back, and cried out as wave after wave hit her without mercy. She kept jilling herself, mauling her breast until it finally subsided, and she collapsed on the floor in a breathless heap of limp body parts.

Panting breathlessly, she lay on the floor. Her chest heaved underneath the suit that was now soaked in sweat and juices. Tiny aftershocks rippled through her tingling and sensitive pussy, making tiny little yelps emanate from her mouth.

She lay there for what seemed like hours, trying to wrap her mind around so many things tonight. The patrol, the thrill of the fight, the joy of running and leaping from rooftop to rooftop, the excitement she felt from knowing her body was put on display in such an outfit. The arousal she felt upon coming home, and the disturbing thoughts that came into her head.

There was so much to process, but she no longer had the energy. Slowly she rose from the floor and walked to her shower, peeling her costume off as she went. Twenty minutes later, she returned to her bedroom clad only in a fluffy towel, which only made it halfway to her bed. She slid under her covers, and was asleep only a matter of seconds after her head hit the pillow.

That night, Maggie's dreams were filled with sex and adventure.



~~~Movie Night~~~

"Heya Mags!" Molly sang as she walked into Maggie's apartment. With her she lugged a large plastic case and a satchel.

"Is that the sewing machine?"

"Yuppers! And I have two bottles of merlot in the satchel, and Skyfall, so we can get drunk and talk dirty about Daniel Craig."

"Pfft, as if we need wine for that."

"I know, but the wine is a plus. Where do you want this thing? I'll show you how to work it."

"Here, I'll take it." Maggie reached for the heavy bundle and took it from Molly with ease. It took her a second to register that the machine was heavy and that perhaps she should act like it took some sort of effort to lift it. "Oof! It's heavy. You can show me after supper. It should be ready in ten. Hope you're hungry." She said, changing the subject before it came up.

"Starving actually. I skipped lunch today."

"Why's that?"

"You know me. I got busy tinkering and lost track of the time."

"God, you're such a nerd. Working on anything exciting?"

"Not really" said Molly, already pulling out the wine, and fishing through Maggie's cupboards for two clean glasses.

"Hey Molly, I need to talk to you about something."

"What's up?"

"I'm thinking about quitting the program."

"What? Why? You can't quit. You're the best on the team."

"Well, the whole thing in the cave kinda made me see the world differently, y'know? What seemed important before just doesn't seem important anymore."

Molly was a bit taken aback by the news and took a pause to think about what Maggie was telling her.

"I've been dancing around this ever since it happened, because I didn't want to make you talk about it if you weren't ready. I can't imagine what you went though, Maggie, but I can imagine that it would've been very traumatising. Just...don't make any rash decisions that you'll..." Molly stopped herself when Maggie started smirking, and then just rolled her eyes. "Ok, so telling you not to make rash decisions is kinda like asking a lion to become a vegetarian, sure, but you get what I'm trying to say."

"Yes it is and yes I do, Molly, and thank you. I really appreciate that you care, but it honestly wasn't as traumatising as you think. That doesn't mean it wasn't life changing, though. Sure, it was scary, but I made it out alive and honestly, ever since the cave, I feel really empowered."

Sure, she felt empowered because she now had super powers, but she really couldn't throw that part out. Not yet at least. If there was one person in the world that Maggie felt she could confide in, it was Molly, but she just wasn't ready yet.

"I get it," said Molly, finally, after a long pause. "I'm glad that you've got such a handle on things, but what are you going to do instead?"

"I was thinking of switching majors to forensic science, and also minoring in criminal justice."

"Wow! You want to be one of those guys in CSI:EC or something?"

"Something like that, yeah" said Maggie with a smirk.

"Well, it's a big change, but I think it's pretty cool. I got your back if you do it, but just make certain that this is what you want."

"Thanks Mol. I'm certain."

Maggie had come to this realisation earlier today when she saw a news story about a series of murders that the Empire City Police Department were having trouble solving. The public was in a panic. The Night Devil was investigating the case, but no one had been arrested yet. Maggie realised that this would be a great niche for her in the super hero community. She'd be a costumed detective.

She was already well versed in following leads and tracking down clues from her time at the Crown State Caller, where she was one of the top student journalists. Her transition from hunting stories to hunting criminals would, if not easy, at least be a natural one.

"Hey Mags?"

"Yeah?"

"Do I smell our supper burning?"

"Damnit!" Maggie ran to the stove, flung it open, and revealed a smoking burnt mass of something that had probably looked delicious at some point. Maggie was fuming and Molly was laughing. "Sorry Mol, I think I put it in for too long."

"Really? Y'think? With deductive reasoning like that, criminals everywhere should tremble in fear knowing you're coming for them." This earned Molly a vicious raspberry from Maggie's tongue. "Hey, I lived up to my end of the bargain."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll go get pizza. Ham and Pineapple?"

"You know me so well."

"Alrighty, I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Maggie grabbed her phone and her purse and left the apartment. Molly started waving the smoke out of the room and gagged at the smell. Then her attention was caught but a small plastic bag sitting on the coffee table in Maggie's living room. In the bag was what looked like little red incense cones.

"Well, maybe this will help with the smell."

Thirty minutes later Maggie returned home, juggling a large pizza while trying to unlock her door. As it swung open, she was startled by a puff of red smoke. Instantly scared that something was on fire, she rushed into her apartment. She then paused as she smelt the sweet aroma, and only when the sensations of her skin pleasantly tingling hit her, did she realise what was happening and swiftly slammed the door closed.

"Oh God! Molly! Are you here? Where are you?" Maggie leapt to the nearest window, flung it open, and began wafting the smoke from the incense out of her apartment, but the incense was already doing its job. She could already feel finger tips brushing over her skin from head to toe. She could feel tiny kisses along her neck, her thighs, and the undersides of her breasts. She felt herself moisten instantly and heavily. "Oh God, no."

The sensations grew more intense. As the smoke whirled around her body it seemed to cling to her. She recalled how the smoke had done that in the cave. She didn't, however, have to recall how it felt, because she was getting a very good reminder. She placed her hands on the window sill to steady herself as she felt fingers slide inside of her. Her clit felt like it was being stroked, flicked, licked, and sucked all at the same time.

Maggie let out a desperate groan. Her libido had been out of control lately as is; this damned incense wasn't helping matters at all. She struggled to focus. She had to find Molly.

"Molly! Are you here! Can you hear me?" Just then, she heard a whaling cry come from behind her sofa. She ran to see if Molly was ok, and when she got there, she saw that Molly was a great deal more than ok. The site before her knocked the wind from her lungs.

Molly was sprawled out naked on the floor. Her skin was flushed and sweaty. She writhed in delirious abandon. Her legs were wide open, her knees bent, and hips swaying lewdly. The only thing that covered her drenched pussy was the hand which was furiously fingering it, while her other was wrapped up in her damp blond mussed up hair. Her eyes were clinched shut and she looked to be in the throes of a massive orgasm. Maggie had no idea how many she'd already had. The crimson smoke seemed to be encircling her writhing body.

The overwhelming sensations of the incense was already too much to bear, but the addition of the site of pure carnality before her, sent her over the edge, and Maggie came on the spot. She fell to her knees and moaned loudly as her body trembled with pleasure.

After it had passed, the sensations didn't let up. The assault kept on at full force. Instead of feeling weak, she felt energised. It was as though her body already craved another, and the ripples of the first orgasm hadn't even faded yet. This was unexpected. Bastet had taken her right at the first moment of her orgasm in the cave. She had no idea how the incense reacted beyond this point.

Maggie, using the last vestiges of what little willpower as had left, quickly looked around and saw the incense burning in a small dish on her coffee table. Next to it was Molly's glass of wine. She crawled on all fours to the dish, and was shocked by how painful her clothes had become. They itched and chaffed and it was as though every movement of fabric on her skin gave her a scraping, scratching sensation, as though she were wearing raw burlap.