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Black Cat Got Your Tongue?
An Ultra Woman and Mega Girl Adventure
by Ann Douglas
Part Three
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 which 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
girls 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 say 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.
With a cry that could very well have been
her death scream, Abby finally reached her twice
postponed orgasm. Just as the Black Cat had
promised, it was a climax that she would always
remember. An orgasm that brought her to the
brink of unconsciousness.
After a few long moments, the pounding in
her chest began to calm as Abby came down from
the high of her orgasm. Suddenly, she felt very
naked. Far more than simply the absence of
clothing, it was having been exposed to her young
partner in a way she never would've imagined.
How could she ever thank Priscilla for the
sacrifice she had made? Even more so, how could
Abby ever face her again knowing how much she
had enjoyed what Priscilla had done to her.
"Almost there," Mega Girl said as she
worked on the wrist irons with a small tool from
her gadget belt.
With a professional detachment, her
partner had gone to work on her restraints the
moment the danger from the drugs within her had
passed.
Just before the lock gave way, Priscilla
suddenly leaned forward and kissed Abby on the
lips. That simple gesture surprised the older
woman more than anything else that had happened
this evening.
"Why did you do that?" Abby said as she
rubbed her now freed wrists, sore after hanging
there for hours.
"I don't know," Mega Girl answered
unconvincingly. "I guess I got caught up in the
moment. Being so relieved that you were okay
and all."
"I guess so," Abby said, not wanting to
dwell on all of this too much right now. "Give me
a hand with my clothes."
Mega Girl made a point of not looking at
Ultra Woman as she dressed. Instead she looked
around the small dungeon. It only took Abby a
minute to redress. Aside from her ruined bra and
panties, her costume was still in good shape.
"They certainly made this look realistic,"
Mega Girl said as she examined a more nasty set
of restraints than those that had been used on
Ultra Woman. "Must've been a little unnerving
until you figured out where you were."
"What are you talking about?" Ultra
Woman asked as she adjusted her tunic. "Where
are we?"
"You didn't know?"
Almost fearing the answer, the senior
Crimefighter explained where the Black Cat said
they were.
Mega Girl laughed. She knew she
shouldn't, but it did seem funny to her at the
moment.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but a old
prison off the coast of Mexico? It's sounds like
something out of those old movie serials I used to
watch as a kid."
Abby thought about it and realized that
Priscilla was right. The Black Cat might've been a
highly successful thief, but no way did she have
the resources for a base like that. It was only the
stress of the situation that made Abby accept her
explanation without question.
"This is part of the old Castle of Horrors
up on the abandoned Amusement Pier on Griffith's
Point," Mega Girl explained. "It's about fifty
miles from McKenzie's. That's why it took me so
long to track you down. This was the third
direction I tried."
"Griffith's Point," Ultra Woman repeated,
remembering that the Amusement Park closed a
few years back after Wally World had opened just
south of Coast City.
Exiting the building the way Mega Girl
had entered, Ultra Woman was surprised to find
the Ultra-Glider parked out in front. Priscilla
must've found it in back of McKenzie's. The
morning sun was just beginning to appear on the
horizon. All of this had happened in only a few
hours.
"Well, at least we won't have to walk
home," Abby said as they reached the car.
Priscilla forced herself to laugh. Now,
with the danger behind them, the awkwardness of
what had passed between them now hung in the
air.
"Do we call it a night or do you want to
try and pick up the Black Cat's trail?" Mega Girl
said as she slipped into the driver's seat and Ultra
Woman the passenger's.
"I don't think I'm quite dressed for the
chase," Ultra Woman replied, feeling quite aware
of the way her unrestrained breasts were moving
of their own accord under her tunic. "I think a hot
shower and a few hours sleep is what I really
need."
Mega Girl paused, seeming to want to say
something in response as she hesitated turning the
key in the ignition. Her mouth opened but before
she could get out the words, the radio under the
dash suddenly crackled to life. Both of them
looked at it in surprise. From the dial next to the
microphone, they could see it was still set to the
private frequency that only the two of them used.
"Hello?" Ultra Woman said as she picked
up the mike.
"Hello lover," a now familiar voice said
over the speaker. The voice of the Black Cat,
speaking over the belt radio she had taken from
Abby's belt.
"What do you want, Dorothy?" Abby
said, using the name she had shared with her
during her captivity. The use of which surprised
Mega Girl greatly.
"I just wanted to say how much fun I had
during our little visit," the Black Cat said, "and
how sorry I was that we didn't get to finish what
we started."
The memory of what she had felt with first
the Cat, and then Priscilla between her legs flashed
to the forefront of Abby's mind. It was a memory
part of her wished she could forget, but also one
that part wanted to remember.
"You left me there to die from that
insidious compound that you tricked me into
drinking," Ultra Woman said in her most official
voice, letting her anger and the fact that all of
what happened was the result of her being
drugged push back those memories.
"Oh that," the Black Cat laughed, "I'm
afraid that I have some bad news for you."
Ultra Woman's body tensed up for a
moment, afraid that she was going to say that the
poison was still in her body.
"There never was anything in that water."
said the voice over the speaker, "Just some
flavoring to give it a little aftertaste."
"But you said ..."
"Sugar, I'm a thief, what makes you think I
wouldn't be a liar as well," the Black Cat laughed.
"After all, looked around you. This is hardly a
small island off the coast of Mexico."
"Oh no," Abby said, not realizing that she
had depressed the talk button on her mike.
"That's right baby," the Cat said, "You
have no one to blame for what happened except
yourself. I may have gotten you going a little, but
after that it was all you."
"That's not true," Abby protested, yet
wondering at the same time if indeed it was.
"Oh yes it is, and I'll let you in on another
little secret," she went on. "After your little
partner there showed up, I really didn't take for
the hills like a bad little felon should. I was still
there, watching the two of you from a spyhole in
the wall."
Ultra Woman suddenly looked up and out
the window of the Glider. Was the Black Cat still
somewhere around, watching them as they spoke.
"Even if I'm somehow wrong about you,
although I don't think I am," she concluded, "I'm
definitely not wrong about your friend there. I
saw the look on her face when she walked in on
you, and the look she had when she was taking
care of you. That wasn't her first time, honey, not
by a long shot. She was too good at what she was
doing."
The signal began to break up, telling them
that they were reaching the limit of the portable
radios. That answered the question of if she was
still somewhere close.
"Well it looks like I have to go now," a
static filled voice said. "Thanks for a fun night."
Silence filled the Ultra-Glider after the
radio speaker went dead. Neither of them wanted
to be the first to say anything about what the
Black Cat had insinuated. Finally, Abby knew she
had to say something, anything.
"I don't believe anything she said," Abby
told her partner. "There was a drug in that water,
and you did what you had to do to save my life."
Priscilla looked deep into her partner's
eyes, her silence seemingly giving her agreement
with the statement. Abby waiting another few
heartbeats to see if Priscilla wanted to add
anything, then said. "We'll just put tonight behind
us as if it never happened."
"No," Priscilla abruptly said, lifting her
hands up to the side of her mask and removing it.
"I'm tired of hiding behind a mask. Of hiding the
person who's really behind it."
"I don't understand," Abby said.
"Oh yes you do," Priscilla answered.
"The Black Cat wasn't lying and you know it.
About you, or about me."
"About you?" Abby repeated, still
ignoring what had been said about her.
"I've been in love with you since before I
even met you," Priscilla confessed.
"I ... I don't know how to answer that,"
Abby said. "I never imagined that you ..."
"Come on, don't give me that," Priscilla
cut her off. "Why else would you think I'd put on
a costume like this and follow you. Why else
would I spend a small fortune to give you the best
in equipment, if not to help keep you safe. It's not
like I had some great wrong to avenge on the
underworld. That sort of thing only happens in
the comics."
"Priscilla, I swear, I really didn't know."
"Okay, maybe you really didn't want to
know," Priscilla went on, "but now you do. So
what are you going to do about it."
What are you going to do about it? The
question echoed repeatedly in Abby's mind. A
small part of her admitted that she suspected there
was more to Priscilla's desire to be with her than
a simple desire to fight crime. The clues were
there all along, she had just turned a blind eye to
them. Some great detective she was turning out
to be.
Then there was Nick. How did she really
feel about him? How did Nick really feel about
her? What was she to him other than that big
boobed policewoman that everyone seemed to
know he was fucking.
"I guess silence speaks volumes," Mega
Girl said as she turned from Abby and started the
engine.
She reached down to put the car in gear
and was surprised to have Abby's hand come to
rest on top of hers. It stayed there for a moment,
just long enough for her to feel its strength and
warmth. Then Abby removed it as both of her
hands moved up to her cowl and undid the small
clasps that held it in place.
"I'm not sure where this is going to lead,"
Abby said as she pulled off the covering, "but I
do love you, I know that much. No more masks,
at least not between us."
"Oh Abby!" Priscilla cried as she threw
her arms around Abby and pulled them together,
their lips meeting in a loving kiss.
"I guess we should find a quiet place
where we can talk about this," Abby said as they
broke their kiss.
"What about the Black Cat?" Priscilla
asked.
"Why don't we let Nick and the CCPD
worry about the Black Cat," Abby smiled. "I
think he's going to find he has a lot more free time
on his hands that he thought he did. Especially a
lot of free nights."
Mega Girl laughed as she finally put the
car in gear and heading back towards the city. At
the speeds the Ultra-Glider was capable of, she
figured they could get to the apartment/lab that
she kept in the Wellington Building in less than an
hour.
"What are you thinking?" Abby asked as
she saw the mischievous grin on her partner's face.
"I was just thinking," Priscilla smiled
back, "that I'm finally going to get to show you a
few of the more interesting gadgets that I've come
up with. The kind you can use for something a lot
more fun than fighting crime."
Aware of what Priscilla was capable of
when she put her mind to it, Abby wasn't sure if
she should feel excited or apprehensive. One
thing she was sure of, her life had taken yet
another interesting, if unexpected, turn.
End
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