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Black Cat Got Your Tongue?
An Ultra Woman and Mega Girl Adventure
by Ann Douglas
Part Two
Before Ultra Woman knew it, the Metro
Museum was in front of her. She smiled at the
uniformed patrolmen waiting by their cruisers
outside. A smile from a beautiful woman usually
got a positive response. She knew that the Police
Commissioner had standing orders that she be
allowed to investigate crime in the city, as long as
she didn't get in the way of real policemen. There
was only so much even he would put up with,
even if she had the gratitude of the Mayor.
Once in the hall where the Star had been
displayed, Ultra Woman saw Sergeant Hamilton
talking with another Detective. When she wore
the mask, she tried to think of him as a fellow
Crimefighter, and not the man who shared her
bed. Still, not willing to press the effectiveness of
her disguise too much, she kept a safe difference
from him, instead looking over the display case.
The closest uniformed Officer stepped out
of the way to give her an unobstructed view of the
case. Although at the same time, she couldn't help
but notice that he had moved into a position
where he had a better view of her as well.
Ignoring eyes that she was sure were peeling away
her costume, layer by layer, Ultra Woman
carefully surveyed the scene of the crime.
To her surprise, the display case was still
intact. None of the glass had even been broken.
All of the alarm wires were also intact, just as they
had been when the guard had made his rounds
before the theft. The Star of China had simply
vanished.
At the bottom of the small pedestal where
the diamond had once sat, Ultra Woman notice a
small amount of fine powder.
"Had anyone taken a sample of this for the
lab?" she asked.
"That's already been taken care of," she
heard a familiar voice say from behind her. "The
lab boys say it's just silicone dust."
The Lady in Red tuned around to Sergeant
Hamilton, suppressing a smile at the situation. At
least he wasn't staring down at her chest. Then
again, he didn't need to. Not when he had a more
personal view of Abby's.
"Silicone dust," Ultra Woman repeated.
"Any idea where it came from?"
"That, they're not sure of," Hamilton
answered. "Just as they're not sure how the Black
Cat managed to open the case, deactivate the
alarm, take the diamond and then put the whole
thing back together -- all in twenty seconds."
"Twenty seconds?"
"That was the time between when the
Museum Guard last saw the diamond on his
rounds and the main alarm went off," Hamilton
went on. "It was as if he reached right through
the glass and took the diamond. As if he was a
ghost."
Ultra Woman listened silently. Too many
pieces didn't fit. If the Cat was skilled enough to
disable the pedestal alarm in so quick a time, why
hadn't he also taken out the one on the upper
window he had come in through. Surely he had
a lot more than twenty seconds to do that. Then,
why reconnect the pedestal alarm at all if he had
already tripped the other one.
"Any thoughts, Ultra Woman?" the
Sergeant interrupted.
"I don't suppose anyone got a look at the
Black Cat this time?" she asked. After more than
a dozen big thefts over the last year, no one had
even gotten so much as a description of the Black
Cat.
"No such luck," he replied.
"Then how can you be so sure it was the
Black Cat?"
Nick held out a small calling card which
simply said - "You have been robbed by the very
best - The Black Cat."
"You did check everyone in the building at
the time?" Ultra Woman asked.
"Of course we did," he said with a touch
of annoyance. "You're not dealing with amateurs
here you know. No one walked out of here with
that diamond!"
"I didn't mean to suggest that any of your
men were," Ultra Woman apologized.
Deciding that she wasn't going to learn
anything more here, Ultra Woman thanked
Sergeant Hamilton for his help and headed back to
the Glider. It was just as well that she knew Nick
wouldn't be back tonight to finish what they'd
started, the woman behind the mask told herself.
When he was in this kind of mood, Nick was a
truly lousy fuck.
Ultra Woman started down the long steps
of the museum, passing the two patrolmen she had
passed on the way in. Thinking she was out of
earshot, one of the officers made a comment she
wished she hadn't overheard.
"Did you get a load of the bazookas on
that broad," he said to his partner. "I'd like to
frisk her for hidden weapons," he laughed.
"Not bad," his partner, an older officer
replied. "But if you really want to see a set, then
check out the knockers on that policewoman that
Hamilton is doing. "I hear she's dumb as a log but
one mighty fuck in the sack."
At that, both men laughed loudly, leaving
Ultra Woman to ask, "Good God, does everyone
in the department know?"
As she neared the Glider, Ultra Woman
noticed a piece of white paper sticking out from
under the windshield wiper. Could one of the
patrolmen have actually written her a ticket?
Taking the paper from under the wiper
blade, Ultra Woman saw that it wasn't a ticket but
rather a page from an old telephone directory.
Circled in red was an restaurant down by the
docks.
McKenzie's Seafood had once been the
jewel of the area. One of the in spots to be seen
during the prewar years. It had closed during the
war and as far as Ultra Woman knew, had never
reopened. It didn't take a Sherlock Holmes to
know the advertisement smelled fishy.
Holding the advertisement in her hand as
she climbed back into her car, Ultra Woman
reached for the small microphone under the dash.
It was time to check in with Mega Girl.
"Obviously it's some kind of set up," the
voice of Mega Girl said over the car radio.
"Of course," Ultra Woman agreed, "the
question is, what should be do about it?"
"I guess that depends," Mega Girl said.
"On what?"
"On who we think left the advertisement,"
the radio voice explained.
"What do you mean?" Ultra Woman
asked.
"Well, was it left by the Black Cat, which
seems unlikely," Mega Girl said. "Or was it
planted by the Police to send us on a wild goose
chase. You know we're not the favorite people
around some of them."
Ultra Woman had to agree with that
statement. There were a good number of men on
the Force who didn't like being upstaged by a
couple of costumed women. Abby knew they'd be
even angrier if they knew one of them was also
part of the Policewomen's Bureau.
"Or, it could've been left by just anyone for
whatever reason," Mega Girl concluded.
"Still, I think it's something worth
checking out," the brunette said after considering
all three options. "It's not like we have anything
else to go on right now."
"The charity dinner I'm at will be breaking
up in an hour," Mega Girl said. "I can meet you
right after that and we can take a look."
"That might be too late," Ultra Woman
considered. "I think I'll head over there now and
scope the place out."
"Give me twenty minutes and I'll be out of
here," Mega Girl quickly said.
"No need for that, I'm just going to take a
little look," Ultra Woman replied. "I'm sure it'll
turn out to be nothing I can't handle."
"Still I wish you ..."
"Hey, whose the senior partner here," the
older woman cut her off. "I'll be fine. You take
care of what you have there. Those kids you are
raising money for are important too."
"Abby, be careful."
Ultra Woman assured her she would and
broke the transmission before her partner could
argue further. There were times when she did
wonder which of them was the senior partner.
McKenzie's had indeed been closed years
before, and from the looks of it, would not be
opening without a major renovation. In fact, the
entire dockside could do with some work. It was
hard to believe that this had once been such a
popular area.
Leaving the Glider where it couldn't be
seen, Ultra Woman approached the restaurant,
staying among the shadows as she moved. A
glance through a broken window showed the
interior of the once famous spot to be as
dilapidated as the shell.
"Not exactly my first choice for a
romantic dinner," she thought as she quietly
moved around for a closer look, "but anyone
using it as a hideout wouldn't exactly be looking
for a standing room crowd at the bar."
Finding a small padlock on the back door,
Ultra Woman was able to use one of Mega Girl's
handy electronic gadgets to pop it open without
trouble. The shattered skylight in the roof
admitted enough exterior lighting to allow the
Crimefighter to move around inside without using
a flashlight.
After ten minutes of useless search, Ultra
Woman decided that it had been a wild goose
chase after all. Exiting the way she came, putting
back the lock she had opened, Ultra Woman
headed back to the Glider.
"What's this?" Ultra Woman asked as she
climbed back into the Glider and noticed a small
plain brown wrapped package on the dash board.
"Another wild goose chase?"
She reached over and picked up the tiny
package, only to drop it just as quickly as it
suddenly grew hot in her fingers. Her free hand
started to turn the handle to open to door of the
Glider, but it was too late.
Already the interior of the car had filled
with a dense yellow-green fog. Abby cursed
herself for her carelessness, even as she felt herself
losing consciousness. In seconds, she was as
helpless as a baby.
Ultra Woman's first impression when she
returned to consciousness was that she had been
somehow transported to a medieval prison. The
walls were all stone and covered with chains and
various other instruments of confinement. Some
of them unpleasant just to look at. One set of
chains, bolted to a damp wall were of particular
interest to the masked adventurer, mainly due to
the fact that they were clamped tight around her
wrists.
"Well at least I'm still in costume, that's
something," Ultra Woman said silently to herself,
wondering why she hadn't been unmasked.
Once more she tried her strength against
the iron shackles, but to no avail. Old as they
might look, they were still solid as the rock they
were hammered into. A glance downward
revealed that her gadget belt was gone as well.
"I hope I'm still in range of Priscilla's
tracer," the captive heroine thought as she
accepted the fact that she wasn't going to be
getting out of this one on her own.
Once more her eyes surveyed the dismal
surroundings. There were no windows and the
only light came from two braziers on opposite
walls. Unsure as to how long she'd even been
unconscious, Ultra Woman had no idea if it was
day or night, or even what day it might be.
That brought a more discouraging idea.
Not knowing how long it was between her
capture and her awakening, it was impossible to
guess where she might be. She could even be out
of the country.
An hour passed as she waited in
silence. The semi darkness and quiet solitude
began to play on her mind. What if no one was
ever going to come back for her? What if she had
been left here to die of thirst and hunger?
The thought of food had made her aware
of her last meal. As Abby, she had barely eaten
half of the dinner she and Nick had gone out for.
She now felt hungry, but not overwhelmingly so.
How long would it be before that changed?
A few minutes into the start of the second
hour, Ultra Woman's attention was drawn to the
sound of footsteps in the hall beyond the chamber.
From where she was bolted to the wall, Ultra
Woman couldn't see through the small window of
the thick wooden door a few feet away from her,
but she was sure the steps were getting louder and
closer.
Suddenly they stopped, followed by a long
period of deafening silence. Silence that was
shattered when the heavy door abruptly swung
open, the sound of its equally rusted joints
howling in protest.
As if to heighten the sense of expectation,
whoever had opened the door waited just out of
view for a more long moments. Ultra Woman
could feel her heart racing as a sense of
foreboding filled her.
That feeling of apprehension abruptly
turned to one of surprise. Whatever mental image
she might have formed of her captor over the last
hours or so, abruptly shattered as a figure stepped
into the room.
"I understand you've been looking for me,"
a quiet voice said. "I'm the Black Cat."
Ultra Woman was totally speechless. She
had no idea what to say. The best theory about
the identity of the Black Cat had been that he was
a European master thief who had shifted his
operations to the States after the war. All of the
various agencies hunting the master criminal
would be shocked to find just how far off the
mark they had been.
Standing before the helpless Ultra Woman
was a five foot six black woman with short curly
black hair. Her skin was almost as dark as the
black formfitting outfit she wore. She had a lithe,
athletic body and appeared to be in her early to
mid twenties.
"You're the Black Cat?" Ultra Woman
finally managed to say.
"Surprise, surprise," the master criminal
laughed as she walked over to her prisoner,
coming to a stop only a few inches away from her.
"I don't know what to say," Ultra Woman
replied.
"Cat got your tongue huh," the woman in
black chuckled. "Or is it that you couldn't have
imagined a woman, or more precisely a Negro
woman capable of doing all the things the Black
Cat has done. Misleading so many people, for so
long."
Ultra Woman had to admit, she'd never
considered the idea that the Black Cat could ever
have been a woman. She also had to admit, the
fact that she was a Negro took her by surprise as
well.
"I bet you and all your little cop friends
never imagined that you could all be outsmarted
by a coon," she went on, using the term she found
so distasteful. "I bet if you passed me on the
street, you'd think I was just another nigger
whore, wouldn't you?"
"No, that's not true," Ultra Woman said,
knowing inside that for most of her fellow
officers, it was all too true.
"Well, I'll let you in on a little secret,
Missy," the Black Cat said. "In my case at least,
it's true. I was a whore. That's right, I let rich
men and in some cases women use my body in
exchange for money. You'd be surprised at how
many proper white folk crave dark meat."
The captive Ultra Woman wondered why
she was being told all of this, but was afraid to
ask. She hope it wasn't because the Cat planned
to make sure that she would never be able to hear
her repeat it.
"That was until I had a small problem with
one of my clients," she continued. "It seems this
quite upstanding member of his community had a
thing for shoving his little cock up a black
woman's ass. But that's one game this girl doesn't
play and I told him that right up front. When I
tried to leave, he turned two of his hired goons
on me and they held me down while he forced his
miserable little thing into my ass. All the while
going on about how nigger bitches loved it that
way."
Ultra Woman actually felt an affinity for
her captor, at least in that situation. She could
never imagine letting a man take her in that way.
"When he finally finished, and his thugs let
go of me, I guess he expected me to be too afraid
to do anything about it. I think it was the surprise
of his life when I pulled out a knife and practically
cut his balls off. I can tell you that he's never
done that to another woman."
Ultra Woman was now totally enthralled
by the story, putting aside for the moment her
fears as to why she was being told it.
"His goons were back on me in a minute
and I figured I was dead. The only thing that
saved me was that the cops showed up a few
minutes later and arrested me. It seems one of
Mister Upstanding Citizen's neighbors heard his
screams and called the police. If you live in the
right area, they do come right quick."
The Black Cat paused for a moment and
seemed to be considering something. Then she
surprised Ultra Woman by asking if she'd like a
drink of water.
"Yes, please," she replied, reminded of
her thirst and surprised by the sudden concern.
The Black Cat produced a glass bottle
from a small bag she had carried in with her.
Holding it to Ultra Woman's lips, she let her
prisoner drink her fill. The water tasted a little
funny, but she was glad to have it. Drinking her
fill, she emptied almost half the bottle.
"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, killings 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."
(missing parts may be found at)
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