Message-ID: <26578asstr$970276202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8r393q$p3b$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Sep 29 23:37:30 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Black Cat Got Your Tongue?" MF,FF,Comics (2/3) Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26578> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge 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) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. 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