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The Adventures Of The Head

By: velvetpie



Okay, I was horny. Might as well get that out into the open and admit it. Big letters. I WAS HORNY. I was wearing jeans without panties and that little square where all sections met was rubbing my pussy and creating cum soup. This didn't help because I had other classes to attend and whenever I sat down, I smelled my juices and wondered if anyone else did. It also didn't help because I wanted to stick my finger in my hole and make it cum stew!

It was late afternoon when I found myself strolling across the green, trying to ignore the other people who obviously had a life. This was the part of college that I hated because it was so much like high school. Happy boys and happy girls on the playground at recess. I growled to myself and headed for the Student Union building and its connecting bar, appropriately called, The Library.

I selected a table near the busy kitchen, knowing that I'd be left alone, ordered a tall mug and yanked my PoliSci book from my backpack. Test on Friday. Today was Wednesday and I hadn't read most of the assigned reading. Crap! I hate college!

"You shouldn't." I heard a voice say. "It's good for your brain and you need all the help you can get!"

I looked up, expecting to find some snotty-nosed freshman standing there and found no one. That's funny. I thought for a moment. I hadn't said those words out loud, either.

"No, you didn't, but I still heard you."

I started looking for a microphone or something, convinced that this was some behavioral science experiment gone awry. I found nothing under the table, attached to the chair or hovering above my head. I sat back down, slugged back some beer and opened my textbook.

"Would you mind picking me up?"

I looked around again and finding myself still alone, decided on a different tack. Where am I supposed to pick you up from?

"Behind your chair, in the corner."

I whirled around, looking down into the dark corner, moving the chair aside. Hidden in the dark shadows was an object about the size of a small basketball. I reached down to pick it up and nearly screamed as something like warm flesh touched my fingers.

"Come on! Pick me up!" 

What the hell are you? I thought, still looking down at it.

"A head. Now will you pick me up? My name's not Wilson and I'm tired of being kicked around like a soccer ball."

I bent down and picked the object up. It was, indeed, a head. It had dark brown hair, hazel-green eyes and full lips that were coated with sawdust from the floor. I held it away from my body, gingerly examining it for signs of blood or other fluids. The flesh was warm and smooth, just like regular skin and the eyes, nostrils and mouth were moist. But a head couldn't exist without the body, could it?

"Yes, it can." Startled by the sudden response, I dropped the head and heard a shout of pain. "Goddamn it, that hurt!"

"Okay." I said to myself. "I'm losing my mind. Too many finals, too much studying and not enough beer." I dashed to the bar, ordered a shot of tequila, which I quickly downed and a refill for my beer. I pulled the chair out and sat down again, nudging the head with my foot away as I got comfortable.

"Hey! Don't fucking kick me! Pick me up!"

Okay. I'm insane.

I reached down, picked up the head and looked at it again. This time, I saw the eyes roll, focusing on me and the lips moved, trying to clear the sawdust away. Startled again, the head slipped from my hands, bounced on the floor and rolled by the side wall. I heard another shout. Without waiting to hear the response, I picked the head up again, setting it on my lap and watching in petrified fascination as the eyes once again focused on me and the lips fought to clean themselves.

"Geez, what the fuck is your problem?"

"My problem?" I laughed. "I've lost my fucking mind! That's what my problem is!"

"Well, damn it, don't drop me again! The floor hurts, you know!"

I was in the Twilight Zone, right? Sure. I was sitting in the middle of a busy bar with a head in my lap and no one seemed to notice. I took a chance and lifted the head onto the table, setting it on the flat neck stump. The eyes rotated to me, the lips pursing angrily.

"Did you have to drop me so many times?"

"What the fuck are you?"

"A head, duh!" It paused, spitting out a wad of sawdust. "Two eyes, a nose, ears, mouth, etc."

"Where's your body?"

"Don't have one. What you see is what you get."

"Cute."

The long eyelashes batted coquettishly. "You think so?"

I had had enough of this byplay. "Look, don't you know that you have to have a body?"

"Says who?"

I shoved my PoliSci book and notebook into my backpack and swallowed the rest of the beer. "Have a nice day."

"Wait! You're just going to leave me?"

"I'm certainly not going to take you with me."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a head!"

"So?"

I don't know what was wrong with me. I figured that I was suffering some psychological breakdown and I wanted to get back to my room to suffer in silence. The head's eyes glared at me.

"So ... someone else will take care of you!"

"No one else can hear me except you."

"This is bullshit!" Now I knew how Jimmy Stewart had felt in that movie about the invisible rabbit.

"No, it's not. I've been waiting for you."

I flung myself back down in the chair, taking a deep breath. "So what the fuck do you want?"

"Take me home with you."

"No."

"You have to."

"No, I don't! Goodbye!"

I went to my dorm room, spent an uneventful night watching TV and trying to study. It wasn't working. I logged onto the computer and spent a few more uneventful hours reading some porn, my fingers stroking my pussy but I couldn't seem to get off. Since I had an early class, I decided to call it a night and settled in to sleep. Of course, I didn't get any of that, either. Shortly after midnight, there was a knock on my door. I thought to ignore it but when it was louder the second time, I resigned myself to answering it.

The head sat in the middle of my coconut husk mat, frowning in anger.

"You know how long it took me to get here?"

I couldn't stand it any more. "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee ... "

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Praying. I'm crazy. I know it. I'm crazy!"

"You're not crazy!" The head huffed in frustration. "Would you let me in? Maybe I can explain things to you."

"You'll never be able to explain things to me."

"Will you at least let me try?"

"Whatever. I'll be in the mental ward in the morning." I numbly watched as the appendage bounced in, immediately finding itself a place on the couch. It looked around, taking in the surroundings, then locked eyes with me. I grabbed my friend Pete's bottle of Jim Beam and took a healthy swig, staring at it.

"Well, let me begin." It moved to the front of the cushion. "My name is Samdu and I'm not from this planet. I'm here because your father brought me here."

"Now I know I'm crazy! My dad died 8 years ago."

"I know. He lives on my planet in complete happiness. He sent me to make sure that you were happy."

I took another huge swig. "Right, and I'm Madonna."

The head looked at me strangely. "No, you're not Madonna. You are Allison Brentwood, age 22. Your father's name is Joseph Brentwood, called Micah, for his middle name."

"How ... how could you know that?"

"Because he told me! How the hell would you think I'd know?" The head rolled its eyes. "Obviously, Micah shouldn't have left so soon without making sure that you were okay."

"What about Momma? He didn't care about her?"

"No. He told me that she was a first-class bitch and was having an affair with Turner Fordham." That was the piece of shit that broke the camel's back. Her mother, Donna, was indeed seeing Turner. Marriage had even been mentioned. That's why Allison was so happy to be out of the house. "Am I right?"

"Anyone could have known that."

"Maybe, but could anyone have known that your mother has a tattoo with his name on the left cheek of her butt?"

I answered the question in my head. Nope. Momma had just gotten it last week and had shown it to her on a weekend visit. "Oh, God."

"Now don't go off the deep end. Micah was worried that you were still alone, that you hadn't found a boyfriend."

"He's right. I haven't found a boyfriend, Samdu. I don't have time."

'What about sex? When was the last time you had sex?"

I couldn't help laughing. I took another generous swig of liquor to get rid of the nervousness. Things were making sense. I thought about Jodie Foster in Contact, wondering if her character had felt the same thing. Sort of making sense, but not really. Something you just had to accept? "Can't remember." I burped, hot and alcoholy. "Or should I say, I don't want to remember."

Samdu smiled. "That's what I'm here for. Okay, let's get down to business. Take me to your bedroom."

"What?"

"You heard me. And make sure you lock the door and turn the lights out."

"Okay, Dad."

The head laughed. "That was from your Dad. He says that the only light you're allowed to leave on it the night light."

I laughed. That was my old Dad. "All right." I hefted the head in my hands, not feeling strange about its weight or warmth any longer. I giggled as I tossed it on the bed and Samdu glared at me as he righted himself.

"Ha ha. Real funny."

"Sorry."

"Take off your pajamas off."

"What? No way!"

"Allison ... "

"There is no way that I'm going to take my pajamas off!"

"If I had a body, I'd force you to."

I stared at the head. "You'd force me?"

"Yep."

"What if I said no?"

"I'd ignore it. I'm working on orders from your father." Samdu smiled. "And if you remember your father, you'd know that he's not one to cross. Now, take the pajamas off."

I'd had too much Jim Beam to be coherent. That was it. That was the reason that I did as the head asked, pulling my pajamas over my head and sitting nakedly on the bed. Did I say how strange I felt? No?

"Not bad. You've got a nice body. We can work with that."

"We can work with it? What's that mean?"

"Lay back and close your eyes."

"No."

"Allison, don't make me beg."

"Listen, Shamu, or whatever your name is, I'm naked, sitting on my bed, talking to a head. Isn't that enough for you?"

"No, but I promise that if you lie back and close your eyes like I asked, you'll enjoy it." I started to lay back. "Oh, and legs open as wide as possible."

"What?"

"Please."

"Oh, all right, but whatever you're going to do, make it snappy. I've got an 8:00 class."

"Thank you, Allison."

I lie back on the bed, spread my legs and closed my eyes. For a few long moments, nothing happened. Then I felt the faintest of breaths on her thigh, followed by the warmth of the head as it moved between the wedge of my legs. "What the hell are you doing?"

Samdu smiled again. "Please, Allison. I guarantee that you will not be displeased when I finish. Lie back and close your eyes."

I just stared at him for a few minutes, wondering what the hell was going on, but the Beam got the best of me and I reclined, again closing my eyes. Again, nothing happened, then ... "Oh, God!" The head's tongue stroked my sleeping slit into wide-eyed wakefulness. It was the most exquisite feeling that I've ever felt. My asshole clenched along with my pussy in a blissful spasm. 

The breath left my lungs in a rush as Samdu's long tongue basted every inch he could see, then slid inside, tickling places I'd never known existed and making me cum harder than I ever had.

I passed out.

Samdu awoke me a few minutes later, his face covered with my pussy juice. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I just ... " I just what? I just came six times in rapid-fire succession and passed out. "That was great."

"Want more? I can go all night."

"Can you really?"

"Yeah! And you can hold my ears like handles and guide me just where you want."

I thought about that for a moment. "That sounds good." I propped myself up against the headboard, put a pillow behind my back and spread my legs, grasping Samdu by the ears. His tongue came out again and he molded it into a spear, letting me grind against it, pressing his nose against my swollen clit. I came with a shudder, nearly releasing him in the process but I held on, quivering through the aftershocks.

"Let me tongue fuck you."

"How can we do that?"

"Put me on top of the headboard and back that pretty ass up." It took me less than ten seconds to set him on the headboard's compartmented top and to back into his thick, spear-like tongue. He slid easily into my slick hole and I shivered at the sensation. Moving my legs farther apart and rocking slightly, I found my magic spot and rubbed his tongue against it, speeding up a little. Oh, it was so good! I just don't have the words to describe the multiple mini-orgasms that I had, leading up to the mother of them all. As I came, I grabbed the head and ground my pussy into his face. It was several moments before I recovered and got up off of him.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Samdu gave me a sexy smile. "I'm a good swimmer."

I collapsed beside him, pushing under the covers as sleep and Jim Beam steadily crept up on me. My pussy was still quivering with the workout but I just closed my eyes in absolute pleasure. "I feel so good."

"That was the idea." I felt his soft lips on my temple. "Just wait until I get a body ... "

I wasn't thinking about that, I smiled sleepily to myself. I was thinking about how late I'd be for class in the morning, especially since I was now not planning to go.

The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 03



 ((I want to start this off by giving my most sincere and humble thanks to everyone, whom has posted comments or left feedback on the first two chapters of this story. The criticism I've received has been extremely constructive, mature, and supportive. I've done my best to take it to heart. I created this character, years ago, and I've kept her to myself, in my head, for a long time. Now that I'm sharing her with Literotica readers, and the response has been overwhelmingly supportive and favourable, it's truly thrilling to me. For that, I thank you.))

((I'd also like to extend a special "thank you" to my editor, AnneChildOfUniverse, for all her work in making this a bit more readable. Trust me folks, editing my stories is no easy task. I think I drove her to drinking.))

((In the last exciting episode of The Adventures of The Hellcat, Maggie Malone, having been abducted by deranged pervy sorcerers, whom just couldn't seem to get a spell right, was transported into the realm of the cat goddess Bastet, where a pact was made, in which Maggie would gain some of Bastet's powers, in return for putting an end to the cruelty of the sorcerers, and fighting the good fight against evil. ...and then there was some really deviant and weird, rough tail sex, which caused my therapist to cancel the rest of her sessions for the day, so we could focus on what the hell is the matter with me.))

((So now I proudly present the next chapter in the story of Maggie Malone, AKA The Hellcat!))



Chapter 3: So You Want to be a Super Hero

Maggie Malone did not need an alarm to wake up on this morning. She woke five minutes before it went off, feeling refreshed and full of life. She felt like she could take on the world, and that the sun shone just for her. What a glorious way to start the day!

She threw off her covers and leapt out of bed, feeling full of vim and vigour, ready to take on the day. She rose, and stretched her fit, young body out tautly. She stood on her toes, feet shoulder width apart, twisting her hips, and lifting her arms back above her head, with interlocked fingers and palms facing outwards.  She arched her back, and threw her head back, enjoying the sensation of her wakening muscles.

This caused her soft and supple breasts, which sat high and round on her chest, proudly defying gravity in their youthful perkiness, to strain the fabric of her snug white tank, which did absolutely nothing to hide the tell-tale dark circles of her areolae, and less still, to conceal the shape of her deliciously pert nipples, which also seemed to come awake with her. 

The thin material of her hot pink and black polka-dotted boyshort knickers clung tightly to her form. The shallow v-cut in the front exposed a tantalising portion of her soft yet firm pelvis. The gusset of her knickers sported a centre seam which nestled gently between her lips and moulded the form of her tight 20 year old pussy, playfully decorating her ripe young sexuality. The cheeky cut in the back gave a teasing glimpse of the lower globes of her firm and well-formed bum.

She tossed her wild, red, and pillow besieged locks of hair from her face and relaxed her muscles. She only wished every day could feel this good. She saw the sunlight peeking in from behind the curtains of her bedroom window, and felt the sudden urge to bask in the cheerful glow. To feel the warmth of the morning sun, as it embraced her in a good morning hug. She pranced to her window in all of her half naked glory, threw the curtains aside, closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the warm glow flow over...

"Holy shit! That chick's in her underwear! Nice! I think I can see her nipples!"

Maggie shut the curtains and screwed up her face in a crooked grimace. There always had to be one, eh?

No matter, she was still in a grand mood. She frolicked into her kitchen, where she prepared herself a well-balanced and nutritious breakfast; consisting of beans on toast and coffee. She was a college student, after all. Maggie began planning the day ahead. She had a lot of work ahead of her. 

The previous evening, after returning from her adventures in Hooker Park, Maggie had called her editor, Terry White, at the Crown State Caller, the student newspaper for Crown State University, and told him about what had happened. Well...not all of it. Selected bits and pieces. 

Sure; bits and pieces had been terrible. There had been other bits, though, that had been decidedly un-terrible. Gaining super powers, beating up a room full of pervy sociopaths, being transported to another dimension, and having the best sex of her life with an ancient and powerful goddess in the form of a feline woman. Her tender pussy twitched at the thought. Oh, then there had been the alluring sex smoke. Her pussy twitched yet again, as she gazed towards the small plastic baggie, holding the magical incense, sitting on her coffee table. She had no idea what it was, or how it worked, she just knew that it was the perfect accessory for a lonely night in.

"Not now, Maggie" she said, putting her mind back in place. "Later. We've got serious super work to do."

~~~The Costume~~~

Today was Sunday, and she had set aside the entire day to preparing for a new life of adventure and excitement. Finally, she was going to take a shot at becoming a true super hero. The very thought made her bounce and laugh in joy. It was a dream come true.

She pulled a pad of paper off her counter and began to make her "to do" list.

1: Learn my powers

2: Work on catch phrase

3: Make a costume

She paused for a bit, tapping her chin with her pencil, obviously deep in thought before adding the next bullet point.

4: Learn how to make a costume

5: Find evil, punch in face

6: Do so awesomely

Ok, so practical lists weren't really Maggie's thing, but the gist of it was right on. She had to learn the craft. Her apartment was too small to practice in, as she was afraid she might break some of her stuff. She decided to sneak out into the night, and learn her skills in the cover of dark, so for now, she opted to come up with a costume. 

There had to be several requirements for her costume. It had to be flashy but not gaudy. She wanted to stand out, but not apart, from the other super heroes. She'd avoid glitter and rhinestones for certain. She wanted sexy, but not slutty. There were a few heroines out there that pretty much threw themselves on a platter. While she didn't have a problem with that, it wasn't her style. That didn't mean she didn't want to show off a bit, though.

During her fight with the sorcerers, she had learned that her powers seemed to be mostly physical in nature. She couldn't shoot laser beams out of her eyes. She would punch and kick her way to glory. So she didn't want anything restrictive or encumbering. No capes, no stiletto heels, nothing that would bellow in the wind and no absurd shoulder pads. Something snug and form fitting that would move with her body...

"My leotard!" she exclaimed to the empty room. "It's perfect!" She dashed to her closet, and pulled out a few of her training leotards from gymnastics, grinning from ear to ear. "I'll show a bit of leg, but I'm used to that. Maybe hem the backside up a bit, and let out the bust. Add a bit of sex appeal, without overdoing it or losing function."

She was thrilled. She had her template, but now she needed the design. She couldn't use her actual leotard, as that'd be a dead giveaway to her secret identity. She'd have to come up with a unique pattern, and change the colours a bit, but that would come later.

Maggie spent the next several hours surfing the internet for tailoring and sewing guides. She found several cosplay sites that detailed how to make very impressive costumes. She took notes, made lists, and crunched numbers. She was confident that she could do this if she paid careful attention and followed instructions closely.

She began surfing online for prices on sewing machines, bolts of cloth, dye, and everything she'd need to make it work. In the end, her grand total came to roughly...

"You've got to be kidding me. That's two month's rent! What the hell is the matter with these people? The fabric alone is pricey, but doable. The sewing machine is out of the question. Don't these people know that their price gouging is hindering the fight against evil? Is there a discount for college age aspiring heroes? That's it! I'm putting the Singer Sewing Company on my villains list, right under over-enthusiastic Harry Potter fans!"

Maggie began pacing back and forth across her bedroom, trying to think of a plan B. She decided she'd have to worry about the sewing later and focus on what she could do right then. She started going through her old leotards, when she found a trainer that she'd worn when she was a bit younger. It had the traditional shallow neck, and long sleeves, so it might work as a template design.

Just out of curiosity, she laid it on her bed, and began peeling off her tank and knickers, and threw them in her laundry hamper. Retrieving the leotard, she began pulling it over her body, surprised that it still fit so well. Sure, she'd filled out a bit since she'd worn it last, but it still did the trick. It was a deep, rich, royal blue, which had always been her favourite colour. She felt it was dark enough to contrast with her fair complexion, yet still bright enough to be fun and playful. She decided she'd try to find some fabric in the same colour.

It hugged her body a bit more than it had in the past, but as she bent her arms back, to fasten the clasp in the back, she didn't feel constricted at all. The stretchy lycra did its job and gave her plenty of freedom of movement. The neck wasn't stretched out too wide, as she had feared, but the sleeves stopped halfway down her forearms, which was a bit shorter than usual. She could make adjustments for that, though. It sat a bit higher on her hips, which she'd wanted anyway, and the full coverage back, wasn't entirely full coverage anymore. It was now more like ¾ coverage, which she was also ok with.

She had filled out, however, and the lycra clung to her body tighter than ever before. She'd have to make the final version a bit looser, as any sports bra she wore, would easily be outlined in the suit. She decided that this would be a good template for a first attempt at making her own costume, so she peeled it back off, and laid it on the bed. Once she had all her supplies, she'd cut the suit along the seams, and use each piece as a pattern for one she'd cut out of fabric herself.

Happy with her plan, she took a glance at the clock, and was shocked to find out that it was already noon. She wanted to get some shopping done before nightfall, so she decided to take a quick shower, and get the rest of the supplies that she'd need.

Three hours later, Maggie stumbled back into her apartment, loaded with several shopping bags, a bolt of cloth, and a half eaten hotdog sticking out of her mouth. She kicked her door closed behind her, and tottered her way into the bedroom, where she dumped her haul onto the bed. Sure, she was going to be living on ramen and tap water for the rest of the month, but at least she'd have a proper costume. A girl had to have her priorities, after all.

Shoving the rest of the hotdog into her mouth, and almost being able to close it all the way, she began stripping of her clothes and tugging her old leotard back on. She glanced at herself in the mirror, just as she chocked down the last bit of sausage, and began to have second thoughts.

"This is a more snug than I'd thought." She noticed that she could see the outline of her breasts, the dip of her navel. The gusset of the leotard moulded to the shape of her pussy in a way that made her blush at the very thought of being seen in public in such a thing. She only took comfort in the fact that it she was just using it as a template. It certainly wasn't going to be the one she'd wear out. The final version would fit her body a bit better.

Going to her dresser, Maggie found her camera, and set the auto timer, then took several steps back. She stood facing the camera; feet shoulder width apart, put her hands on her hips, and waited for the camera to flash. Then she turned, facing away from the camera, struck the same pose, and waited for the second flash. After loading the pictures into her computer, she printed them out, and traced both of them with tracing paper, which she then scanned onto her computer, and printed out several copies of each.

For the next several hours, Maggie sat at her desk, sketching out ideas for costume designs, and having the time of her life. She tried traditional tiger stripes and leopard spots, but decided it was too obvious. She tried several other designs. Wide stripes, narrow stripes, wild lines, and finally, after several hours, and a full ream of paper, she'd come up with one which she liked.

She had stuck with the blue and yellow theme that she'd originally come up with. It was solid blue, with a wild yellow tribal designs up and down the sides, coming to a stop in the centre of her chest and back. She smiled broadly as she looked at her design. Sure, it'd be difficult to make, but it was worth the effort.

Looking up from her paper, she was surprised to see that it was already dark outside. The costume would have to wait. Night time meant that she could now do what she'd been looking forward to all day. Explore her powers in the safety of darkness. She walked to her dresser, pulling out a pair of plain black knickers, and a black sports bra. Over that, she pulled on a pair of brief lycra shorts, a black spaghetti strap lycra tank, and a pair of dark grey yoga pants.

She hopped on one foot to the front door as she tugged on her last sock, kicked on her shoes, and threw her things in a small satchel, heading out the door. Everything was planned out perfectly. Barely a mile from her house was a high school athletic stadium. No events were scheduled for the day, and she knew she'd have the run of the place.

~~~The Powers~~~

Maggie had taken the most indirect route she could to get there. Why, she didn't know. It just seemed like the thing she was supposed to do, when conducting secret super hero training. When she came to the gate, she couldn't resist a bit of fun. She ran towards the gate. She leapt into the air, grabbed the top bar of the gate, sending her legs straight in the air, and summersaulting on the ground below. She threw her arms into the air in the time honoured "nailed it" pose and jogged onto the pitch, with an excited smile. Maggie had always loved athletics. It was the adrenaline, the challenge, the competition, the endurance. She loved the feeling she had after a gymnastics routine. Her breath would be short, her muscles burned, her nerves jittery, her senses hyperaware, yet hyper focused. After a routine, she didn't think about exams, she didn't think about boys, she didn't think about rent. All she cared about was the performance. How had she measured up? That was the only thought in her mind. 

She loved that feeling, how her entire world narrowed down to one moment and one event. She loathed the "dumb jock" stereotype. Certainly it had been proven time and time again, but the simple fact of the matter was that rarely did the average person divert so much focus and brain power, as a dedicated athlete did, to any one particular action. Rarely had anyone trained themselves and honed themselves to one thing so perfectly that their whole mind was focused on it, like a bull's eye.

Stadiums, like this one, were monuments to the physical achievement and evolution of the constantly improving human race. There was a certain poetry in the fact that Maggie had picked this place to learn about her new abilities. She smiled, looking around, and sighed happily that she had the place to herself.

The lights were off but the sky was clear and the moon was full. Maggie found a bench, sat down her back pack, and peeled off her yoga pants, tucking them safely away. Clad in her black tank and her skin tight lycra shorts, she walked the track at a light jog, making sure there wasn't anything to trip over while warming up. She eventually came back around, and found her starting spot.

"First test, speed. You're a fast Maggie. You're a very fast Maggie."

Maggie was talking herself up, as she began stretching her muscles, then grabbed her iPhone, set the stop watch, and took her position. Maggie took several deep breathes. Her finger hovering above the green start button, feeling her mind and nerves focus just to where she wanted to go. Once she felt herself centred, she pressed the button, and was a blur.

Maggie felt her muscles loosen, her legs pump in instinct, the wind in her bright red hair. She breathed heavily. In through the nose.  Out through the mouth.

One lap down, three to go.

She felt herself going faster and faster. Each impact of her foot meeting the ground resonating throughout her legs and up into her chest.

Two down, two to go.

She knew she could go faster, and faster still. She pushed herself. Harder. Faster. Stronger. 

Three down, final lap.

Maggie gritted her teeth, and gave the last turn her all. Her heart felt like it would explode, but she knew she had more. Giving it everything she had and more, Maggie crossed the line, and scrambled to her phone, to hit the red stop button.

1:32

Maggie blinked, through her desperate panting, trying to walk the strain out of her gasping muscles. That couldn't be right. That was over 40 miles per hour. She stared in disbelief for several stunned silent moments before she threw her arms into the air and screamed in triumph. She did what any hot blooded young woman would do, when she realised she had super human speed.

She struck a Hussein Bolt pose. 

Then came the excited bouncing, then the silly dancing. She was elated. She knew she could run faster. She knew she could run further. She felt it. Pushing herself came later, though. Tonight was about learning what she was capable of. She ran onto the pitch, which was marked in ten yard increments, and took a running start. At the 20 yard marker she leapt into the air and soared, and soared.

She felt her heart in her throat, her body preparing for impact. Every nerve ending in her body seemed on edge, as the ground finally swooped in close to her. She landed in a squat, on all fours. Her trainer glad feet buried into divots in the ground. She landed just past the 60 yard marker, and she didn't even strain an ankle.

This time, she was in complete shock. From her fight against the sorcerers she already knew she could jump, but she did not realise how far. Again with the bouncing and silly dancing, and bolting. Maggie was over the moon. Still, as with the speed, she knew she could do better. She just knew it. She didn't know how, but she did. Improving herself would come later, though, as now was a time for learning.

Over the next few hours Maggie gave herself every sort of test she could imagine within the stadium. Running the track, jumping the goal posts and balancing on them, lifting benches. She was amazed by the changes. At one point she even punched a goal post and realised that it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have. It barely hurt at all, really. Speed, strength, agility, endurance, durability, everything seemed to be heightened. Sure there were stronger and faster heroes, but she has everything she'd need to make a real difference.

She positively pranced all the way back home. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep at all that night, but once she got out of the shower, she felt exhausted, and crawled under her covers without bothering to put a single stitch of clothing on. 

~~~The Friend~~~

The next day at practice Maggie grinned from ear to ear as she nailed every single routine. Today she'd be focusing on her floor routine, and rather than struggling not to miss a step, or over extend a jump, she was focusing on not overdoing it. She didn't want to show off too much, as that would arouse suspicion. She even had trouble acting as though it were a challenge.




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 03



As Maggie finished up her last routine of the day, she walked down the stairs in her snug purple and gold CSU Phoenixes sleeveless leotard, and smiled as Carol, her coach, was waiting for her. She was giving Maggie a broad and confident smile, which Maggie returned.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, girl, but you're a shoe in for all around 1st place, as long as you keep this up."

"Thanks Carol! I honestly don't know what's gotten into me today, I just feel so...alive out there."

"Well whatever you had for breakfast, keep eating it! You've got US Olympic Team written all over you, Maggie!"

"Thanks coach."

This gave Maggie pause. She knew very well what had gotten into her. She'd become a super human. She thought about all the other girls on her team. She thought about all the other girls around the country which had that very dream. Making it to the Olympics. Getting on the Wheaties box. Waving to throngs of screaming spectators. These girls struggled their whole lives, just to get a chance to make that dream happen, and now Maggie was going to waltz through it easily. Was it fair? Was it wrong?  

As Maggie left the shower, walking back to her locker, she was so deep in thought, while drying herself off with a towel, that she didn't even notice her friend, Molly trying to get her attention.

"Hey, Mags"

These powers didn't seem like the sort of thing that Maggie could turn off and on. They were always there. Maggie could always feel them in the back of her mind. She wasn't normal anymore. She wasn't one of the girls. She was super human.

"Yoo-hoo! Mags! Earth to Mags!"

What was it that Bastet has said about her powers, when Maggie had made the pact? "You're to use them to help people" she had said. "If you abuse these powers, and use them for ill gains, they'll abandon you." Did this count as abuse? Was it ill gains? This had always been Maggie's dream. How could she...

"Yikes! Ow! Shite, Molly! What the hell! That was a bit out of order." Maggie was snapped out of her revelry by a sharp slap on her bare buttock, as Molly, wearing a cheeky grin, and not much else, finally managed to get her full attention.

"Pfft, you know you liked it. Where were you just now? I've been trying to get your attention ever since you left the shower"

"Sorry," said Maggie, whilst trying to rub the stinging pain away from her now cherry coloured tush. "I was just...er...got some things on my mind. Nothing important."

"I can't imagine what that would be. I heard about what happened in Hooker Park. Are you ok?"

"How'd you hear about that?"

"Terry told me. I tried calling you Saturday morning, and when I couldn't get a hold of you, I called Terry. I thought you'd be working. That's when he filled me in."

"Damnit, I don't want that being a big deal. Anyone else know?"

"Oh yeah, it's the big talk! We heard some new hero saved you!"

"Yeah, that's true, but I honestly don't remember much about it. I was a bit out of sorts and in a panic at the time."

"I can't even imagine. Seriously though, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Of course, Molly" Maggie said with an endearing smile. "If I need to talk, you're always the one I turn to."

"Good. So you're ok?"

"Absolutely. I'm great, I promise. I'm just overthinking a few things." Maggie gave Molly a friendly smile. 

"Overthinking? That's a first!"

Maggie's smile turned into a scowl, as she whapped a giggling Molly with her towel. This resulted in a brief naked tug of war fight over Maggie's towel. The two girls barely noticed at this point. They'd seen one another naked hundreds of times over the years. In the showers, after training. Weekends out partying, whenever Molly would come to Maggie's place to change. Even once, over a game of strip poker, in which the two girls had almost had to cheat, in order to lose against the boys they'd been playing against. They're bodies, moistened by the shower spray, their young nubile breasts bouncing as the giggled and jostled, was just another day to them.

Maggie had always admired Molly's body, though. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Maggie's. They sloped gently forward in an alluring symmetry to one another, sitting wide and high in her chest. Her body was finely toned, and caught the eye of every boy, and several women, and for some reason, as they horse played over the towel, Maggie caught herself admiring it more. 

The way her toned legs moved. The gentle bounce of her small but pert breasts. The scent of her herbal shampoo. The cleanly shaved pussy, its tight lips peeking out playfully between her finely toned thighs. Maggie realised, with surprise, that she was admiring her best friend's body in an alarming way. She couldn't help but to steal a wayward glance, as they laughed innocently enough on the outside. 

Maggie noticed her nipples beginning to tighten, and feigned losing her grip on the towel, and pouted at Molly's victory dance. She turned back to Molly in order to hide a blush, and began getting dressed, quickly pulling on cyan thong knickers. She suddenly, and for the first time, felt truly naked in front of Molly. This thought disturbed her. Maggie considered herself 25% bisexual, and she had slept with women in the past, but never her best friend. The though had never crossed her mind, until now. 

"As though I'm not dealing with enough life altering moments as is" thought Maggie.

Molly and Maggie had come onto the team the same year, and had quickly become fast friends. So much so, that they'd become known as the M&Ms. Both girls were Empire City natives, Molly had come from New Bronx and Maggie from Brickstown. Both girls had come to CSU on a gymnastics scholarship, but unlike Maggie, Molly had no intentions of being a professional.

Molly was an engineering major and a brilliant one at that. It'd always been her first love. Molly loved building things, and gymnastics to her had always been a way to get there. This annoyed several members of the team, because she was great at it. Molly was probably the second best, next to Maggie, some could argue. Maggie had always stuck up for her, though, not to anyone's surprise. Molly was the type of person to make the world a better place. She was a genius, and the world needed people like her. Then it occurred to Maggie, that Molly also had a sewing machine.

"Hey, Mol. You still have that old sewing machine?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I've got a few old clothes that I want to hem up a bit. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a few days?"

"Sure! I'm finishing up a dress I've been working on tonight, but I can bring it over to your apartment tomorrow after class... One condition, though. Wine, movies, and you have to cook."

"Tomorrow works great, but why do I always have to cook?"

"Because I don't know how, and I need you to take care of me." Said Molly, giving a mocking pouty face, to which Maggie just rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you bring the movies and wine. I'll make us something worth lugging a sewing machine across town for."

"Deal! Cya tomorrow Mags!"

~~~Trouble Sleeping~~~

Maggie decided, that since everyone already knew about her being kidnapped, that she might as well milk it for a few days off, in order to do some prep work and also to ponder her moral dilemma over her future on the gymnastics team. After arranging an extension for the rest of her week, from all her professors, she went home and pulled out her shopping bags from the day before.

She'd spent a fortune, but she saw it as an investment. Among the items that she'd bought, was some yellow fabric paint, dye, and an air brush. She wanted to see what her design would look like in practice, so she made a stencil and walked out into her balcony, and began spraying her old blue leotard with the rigid, zigzagging, and intersecting tribal design she's come up with the day before.

A couple of hours later, she was finished to her satisfaction, and held it up. The wild design gave her outfit a savage and dangerous look, to what would otherwise be a silly light hearted attempt at a costume. She decided she liked it. She went to hang it up in her bathroom to dry, and then returned to her shopping bags.

While she'd been out shopping, she'd also come across a beautiful costume shop, and went in to see what she could find. She had come across a beautiful masquerade mask, styled after a cat. The mask covered the upper half of her face, from the tops of her cheek bones to halfway up her forehead, and came down covering the bridge of her nose. The eyes had an exotic slant to them, and the mask itself tapered to a point, just above the brow, au la Julie Newmar.

Maggie spent another hour with blue and yellow model paint, making sure it was perfect. Last but not least, she had found, at the same shop, a combed hair band, with blue furry cat ears adorning it. It had been absolutely perfect. Tomorrow, before Molly arrived, she'd try everything on and see how it all looked. She couldn't wait.

That night, as Maggie lay in her bed, she began to feel restless and frustrated. A thousand thoughts were streaming through her mind. She thought about her gymnastics career, her costume design, her new powers, and her story on her adventure to Hooker Park for Terry at the CTU Sentinel, and Molly's body.

"Damnit, what the hell is the matter with me?" Maggie cried out. First, there was the delicious Detective Rowe that she caught herself craving, after what should have been a rather traumatic experience. Now she was lusting over her friend. No matter how much she tried to push it out of her mind, the images kept coming back. Did she have a super powered libido as well now?

Maggie couldn't hold the thought back. She knew she was aroused. She could feel the heat between her legs growing. Her hand gently traced her own breast through the soft cotton off her t-shirt, as she thought of the gentle slopes of Molly's soft smooth breasts. What would they feel like under her hands? How soft would her skin be next to her cheek?

Maggie circled the tips of her hardening nipples, through the thin cotton barely constraining them, as her mind drifting to the perfect peeks of Molly's. They grew so long when she was aroused. So perfectly pointed. How would they feel sliding over Maggie's moistened lips? How would they taste against her tongue? Maggie breathed sharply as the sensations of her fingernail scraping her own nipples through the thin cotton transferred directly towards her own clit.

Maggie kept her hand on her breast, massaging, kneading it, and teasing the nipple as her right hand began sliding down over her stomach. She thought how it might feel if it were Molly's stomach. Maggie's hands sliding down her toned abs. Her lips pressing to Molly's taut flesh. At that moment, Maggie would have done anything to sink her teeth into that tight delicious flesh and make Molly yelp with desire.

Maggie's hand slid downward, over her grey cotton bikini knickers, sliding downward still, until she found the patch that had been growing moist with arousal. She found her slit, and began sliding her finger up and down along its length, moaning from the myriad of sensations. Her teasing nipples, the feeling of her finger through her wet knickers, the images of Molly oozing through her brain. It was too much to bear.

With an angry grunt, Maggie kicked off her knickers, threw off her t-shirt, and began jilling herself with a fury. She began rapid thrusting two fingers in an out of her dripping pussy, bucking her hips upward to meet each thrust. Moaning in time with each stroke, she roughly clutched her own breast. She wondered if this is how Molly would like it.

Maggie writhed on her bed, grinding her hips as she began roughly strumming her clit, working herself into a fervour. She pinched her nipple sharply, as she felt the growing fire coming from the back of her sexuality. It was building, and building quickly. She was close. She was very close. She slowed down her jilling to delay her approaching orgasm just long enough to make it more powerful.

It was just there, just on the edge, just a flick away. She didn't want a smooth, drawn out orgasm. She craved a buck your hips and scream, orgasm. She let it build just a few moments more, yes...just there...almost...NOW.

Maggie screamed loud, and thrust her pelvis forward wildly, as she came with images of a writhing Molly dancing through her mind. Her hips jerking as she milked the orgasm, by flicking her clit franticly all the way through. Her nipple burned and ached, as she'd squeezed it far harder than intended.

Maggie collapsed on the bed in a sweaty breathless heap, panting for air, as she gradually came to her senses. She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her head into her pillow, as she screamed in frustration and shame. She'd just jilled herself to an intense orgasm, while thinking of her best friend.

Feeling even more frustrated, and nowhere closer to falling asleep, she skulked out of her bed, and stomped her way to the loo in order to clean up. After washing up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and gave herself a disappointed look.

"Mags," she told herself, "You need to get a hold of yourself. You're over complicating this. You're going through some changes, and it's affecting your mind, but you do NOT want to fuck Molly."

"Why Mags, I do believe you're right!" she replied back. "I'm just mildly insane at the moment, due to..."

Maggie's attention was drawn to the mock-up costume she'd left hanging in the loo, just to see how it looked. She turned to feel the fabric, and smiled to herself, seeing that it was fully dry. She was up anyway, may as well get the effect now. This would take her mind off things.

She grabbed the costume off the hanger, and walked into her bedroom, turning her lamp on the lowest setting, she began pulling the leotard that she had worn when she was younger, and much less developed. Was it her imagination, or was it even more snug than last time?

Before checking herself in the mirror, she walked to her desk to grab the mask and the hair band. Securing the band in her hair, by the combs, she was happy with the way it kept her wild red locks out of her face. Then she put on the mask. It felt comfortable and fit her face perfectly. Securing the strap around the back of her head, she tested it by jerking her head back and forth, and was pleased that the mask didn't budge. Finally, going to the mirror, she allowed herself the inspection.

There was no way to supress her grin. Sure, the costume was cheap and slapdash, but she could tell that the final effect would be stunning. The too tight leotard covered all it was supposed to, but hid nothing. She'd neglected to put on a sports bra, so her still erect nipples clearly poked through the fabric. She could even make out the dip of her navel.

The cut over her hips rode far higher than intended, and the full coverage back was now closer to a Brazilian style cut, leaving ample portions of her cheeks exposed. The sleeves only came to the middle of her forearms, but that didn't concern her. Her bare legs, which Maggie always thought of as her best physical feature, stood proudly displaying her toned and firm skin.

"Yup, that'll get the bad guys attention." Maggie said with a grin. "Right before I break their jaws."

Maggie smiled. She looked like a super hero.

Maggie still needed the footwear, but that could wait until later. She went to her closet and rifled through her shopping bags. Bending over, she felt the suit threatening to ride up her bum, and decided that full coverage was the way to go. Maggie found what she was looking for, and pulled out several pairs of full length socks. Some yellow, some blue. She picked out a yellow pair, and pulled them up to her knees, then viewed herself in the mirror, and nodded happily. 

All this absolutely cheered Maggie up, and she began to reach for the clasp to undress herself, when she stopped herself. Looking at her clock, it was 2AM. She peaked out of the curtain of her window, as a mischievous grin crawled over her face.

"Oh, why the hell not?"

~~~The Patrol~~~

Hellcat took stock of her current situation and gradually realised that it was more than a bit ridiculous. There she was, standing on a rooftop at 2 AM, wearing a crudely painted leotard, cat ears, and a masquerade mask, looking for trouble. She had to remind herself over and over, that she had to get used to this. She had to accept this as her new normal. 

Hellcat simply had to get used to the idea of running around in the middle of the night, dressed in a flashy costume, actively searching for the worst sort of elements Empire City had to offer. She would then confront them and stop them from victimising the innocent, be it by reason or by force. She had always fantasised about having the opportunity, and now it was here. She just had to muster up the nerve to see it through, and she was determined to do just that.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started running.

She didn't run fast, but rather lightly jogged along the rooftop. Toying with her powers in the stadium gave her confidence. She didn't even flinch when she came to the ledge, she merely jumped, flying clear from one rooftop to the next, and continued running. Hellcat found a pace which she was comfortable with, and realised that she wasn't even getting winded. Fifteen minutes later, running, and jumping, she didn't even feel out of breath.

Hellcat saw a taller building coming before her. She broke into a sprint, took a flying leap and soared into the air. She flew upwards to the ledge of the taller building, grabbed the ledge with her hands, and flipped through the air into a summersault, landing in a crouch. She grinned from ear to ear. That was her highest jump yet.

Hellcat paused a moment and took stock of her surroundings. She was miles from home but she knew where she was. She'd neglected to wear a sports bra, but the leotard was more than tight enough to keep her breasts in place. The shape of her nipples were clearly visible in a rather lewd fashion. There was no hiding them. 

The back of her suit had ridden decisively up her arse, but she didn't take the time to adjust it right away. She's wait until there was a reason to. She did this for three reasons. Firstly, it'd just ride back up again anyway. Secondly, she wanted to get used to being more exposed then intended. Perhaps not running about starkers, but the occasional wardrobe malfunction was bound to occur on occasion. Lastly, she had to admit that she was getting a bit of an exhibitionistic thrill. Perhaps she did have a super powered libido after all.

It was during this moment of reflection that she heard it. A scream.

Hellcat rushed to the edge of the roof top and looked in the direction the scream had come from. There, half a block away, was a woman being dragged into an alleyway by five men. Hellcat's heart was pounding out of her chest. She hadn't been expecting this. She hadn't thought that she'd have to stop a crime this soon. She wasn't ready! That woman was being attacked, though, so she had no choice. It was now or never.

Hellcat narrowed her eyes, stilled her breath, and started sprinting. No fancy acrobatics this time. She ran and jumped, making her way, as fast as she could, to the building overlooking the alleyway. Once she reached the ledge she crouched down on all fours and surveyed the situation.

"You came to the wrong part of town, bitch. Now you gotta pay the toll...with that ass"

One man held the woman by her throat, pinned against the wall. She was trembling and terrified. The other four thugs started laughing at her frightened whimpering. This made Hellcat angry. Very very angry. She didn't know why. She didn't know where it came from, but a rumbling growl emanated from the back of her throat.




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.




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 04



 ((This is the fourth instalment of The Adventures of The Hellcat. This is written as a series, and as such, it's probably best that you read the previous three chapters in order to follow the events in characters which take place.))

((I'd like to apologise to my regular readers for the long absence in my writing. Several factors were involved in me taking a brief hiatus from my writing hobby, but now that I'm back, I'm even more committed to this story which I've grown so fond of. I will do my best to avoid any more lengthy delays. In fact, I'm already well into writing Chapter 5, so you should be seeing that one soon.))

((A special thanks goes out to Jadefirefly, my dear friend, whom took time out of her schedule to edit this for me. Sweety, you're my very own real-life superhero.))

((Well that's enough talking. Let's get on with the Super-Smut. As with all my other stories, votes and comments are very much appreciated. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy my story.))

Chapter 4: Look Before You Leap

~~~The Morning After~~~

Maggie Malone stirred slowly from her deep slumber and groaned as her mind slowly began to clear the drowsy haze from its thoughts. What a deliciously sordid dream she'd had. She and her best friend, Molly, writhing in frantic lust crazed passion on her floor. Passing out in one another's arms after being rattled with so many orgasms. The memories felt as real as if they...

Why did her bed feel so itchy and rough? Was she on the carpet? Where was her pillow? Was she naked? Why did she feel so... 

"Oh shit!" Maggie bolted upright in shock. She looked franticly around her apartment, but there was no sign of Molly or her clothing. Just the colourful rags of what remained of Maggie's own shredded clothes. Maggie's heart sank at the realisation of what had happened.

She buried her face in her hands for a few moments, and then ran them up through her hair, grabbing hold and shouting in frustration. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Maggie flung herself back onto the floor, and gazed up at the ceiling, trying to wrap her mind around the ramifications of what she'd just done.

Molly. Her best friend. How could she have let this happen? How could she explain it? What would happen to their friendship? How on God's Green Earth was she supposed to explain that the incense?

Maggie rose, slowly, from the floor. She felt haggard and filthy. She paced around the room, collecting her clothes, trying to gather her thoughts. She tried to take deep breaths and stem the rise of panic currently forming in her breast, but she couldn't. In a fit of exasperation, she flung her ruined clothes into the air, letting them fall where they may.

"Congrats Mags!" she shouted to absolutely no one, "You shagged you best friend for the last two years last night, in a fit of aphrodisiatic insanity!"

She paced around her apartment franticly, her hands clutching her wild red hair, trying to get a hold of the situation. Her natural c-cup breasts bouncing happily with each frustrated step. Despite how Maggie felt, they'd both had a wonderful evening and were feeling rather good about themselves.

"You couldn't have just left the incense where it was, could you? Noooo, Not you, Maggie Malone. You just had to let your sex drive do your thinking for you, because that always winds up working oh so bloody well!"

She took a few petulant stomps of her feet to complete the full on tantrum, and crossed her arms over her chest. If she was going to pout, she'd damn well do it properly.

"It's just a little magically imbued incense used in demonic rituals by psychotic wizards, Mags. How on Earth could that backfire? What could possibly go wrong with that plan? You're a genius, you are."

Maggie threw herself back onto the couch, landing on her perky arse, hiding the imprints left by sleeping on the carpet all night long. She covered her eyes with her hands and thought back over the events of last night, when a certain memory struck her like a brick flying at supersonic speeds. What was it Molly had said, right before she'd fallen asleep?

"I've been dreaming about fucking you ever sense we first met"

Maggie sat up in a shock? Did Molly have feelings for her? Could that be why Molly had run out? Perhaps Molly was feeling as mortified as Maggie was! A plan began to formulate in Maggie's mind. Ok, so Molly had said something that she'd regretted in the heat of the moment. Maggie had done that herself plenty of times. She'd just play it off as nothing to Molly, calm her nerves, and then explain the incense honestly, and they could smooth things over. Things would be weird for a bit, but she could salvage their friendship. I mean, after all, the sex had been amazing. Drug fuelled, certainly, but immensely enjoyable, and Molly certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself.

Yes, this would work. They had been through a lot together. One night of absolute insanity wasn't enough to ruin their friendship. They would be alright. Maggie was feeling much better now, and with that, she decided she was in desperate need of a shower. She rose off the couch and marched into the bathroom, basking in the hot spray of the massaging showerhead.

Once done, she towelled herself and her hair dry, and for added comfort, wrapped her fluffiest cushiest towel tightly around herself and exited the bathroom. She walked to her kitchen to make herself her morning cuppa, and was startled by the sight of a fully clothed, but slightly haggard Molly setting out two cups of steaming coffee and some bagels.

"Mornin' Mags. I woke up and went out for bagels and coffee. I figured you'd be as hungry as I was when you woke up. Love the outfit, but you didn't need to get dressed up for little old me." Molly said with a smirk.

Maggie looked down at her towel, then up and Molly, and crossed her arms up over her chest coyly, bringing her hands together in front of her breasts, holding the towel tightly closed. She tried to make it look as casual as she could, and failed abysmally.

"Hey Mol, I'm glad you're still here. We probably should talk about what happened."

"Damn right we should. What the hell was that stuff?" Molly replied, placing a demanding hand on her hip, and gnawing at a bagel with extreme prejudice.

"Ok, there's a reasonable...semi-reasonable explanation for that. I got it from the cave."

"The cave with the sorcerers?"

"That's the one. It was kinda, sorta used in the ritual they were preforming. After I was rescued, I grabbed it because...well...I'm a horney idiot. I should've put it away. You know I've had a lot on my mind and I just forgot to put it away. I didn't even think for a second that you'd find it, and THAT would happen. I'm really sorry about that, and I hope you can forgive me."

Molly seemed to think for a few moments.

"Fine, I'll forgive you for half."

"No way! I can't replace that stuff! I'll give you three cones."

"Five and you've got a deal"

"Fine, five cones."

"Ha! There are only ten left in the bag, I counted. I win!"

"Damnit Molly! How much did you use?"

Maggie snatched a bagel angrily off the counter and angrily began to nibble at it in angry protest....angrily. That's when it occurred to Maggie that she could turn the tide.

"Something else happened last night. You said something."

"I don't remember saying much." Replied Molly, with a wicked grin on her face.

"You said you'd been dreaming about having sex with me since we first met."

"Oh yeah... I do remember that, but I think the word I used was "fucking"."

Molly didn't seem the least bit put out. This wasn't having the effect that Maggie had desired.

"Listen, Mags" Molly continued before Maggie could think of anything to say. "I don't want things to get weirder than they already are, which is pretty weird, but I'm going to be honest with you, and let you decide how you want to handle this. I'm bisexual. I haven't told you before, because I didn't want to freak you out. I haven't fallen in love with you. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. I didn't start hanging out with you just to get you into bed. You're my best friend and I want you to stay that way. What happened last night really wasn't our choice, and it sure wasn't how I'd have chosen for that to happen, but it happened. I enjoyed it, I'm glad it happened, and I don't want it to be the last time."

Molly left a pregnant pause in the air before continuing, allowing Maggie to think about what she was saying.

"If you're not into it, and you want to put this past us, then I'm sincerely ok with that. I'd rather have you as a friend than as a fuck buddy, and let that screw things up between us. But you're just so damn sexy and so fun to be around, I think we could have fun."

"Let me get this straight," said Maggie, setting down her bagel. "You just want to do the friends with benefits thing, with me?"

"Yes. If something more comes out of that, then we'll deal with that when it happens, but I'm not looking for that. I don't want a relationship. I'm young, I want to enjoy being young and free and making bad decisions. I don't think you want things any different. Do you?"

"No, it's just that... this is kind of a big deal, Mol."

"Yeah, it is, but that door was opened last night, and I don't want to close it."

"I dunno Mol, this is just so..." Maggie couldn't begin to think how to end that sentence, so she just sipped her coffee instead. That would get the point across well enough. But then Molly took her coffee and half eaten bagel, and sat it on the counter. 

"Listen, there's one sure fire way to figure this out." Molly turned to face Maggie, and took a step towards her. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Maggie's jaw dropped in a silent gasp.

"All you have to do is say stop, and I'll stop. If you like the way it feels, say nothing. That's all you have to do, Mags. I'll do the rest." And with that, Molly raised a hand, and placed it on Maggie's cheek.

Maggie felt the hand softly, yet purposefully, slide smoothly across her smooth cheek. Molly's thumb gently caressed Maggie's earlobe as Molly's hand rounded her narrow neck, gently tilting her head back. Their eyes were locked onto one another's. Maggie's eyes wide with hesitant surprise. Molly's narrowed with intentful desire.

Molly closed the distance agonisingly slow. Almost daring Maggie to say stop. For her part, Maggie couldn't decide whether she wanted to pull away or push herself forward. Her mind was a whirlwind. No coherent thoughts. Merely splashes of emotions, so many that Maggie couldn't begin to process them all. Maggie held her breath as she felt her body tense. This was going to happen and she was going to allow it. 

Other than her inter-dimensional tryst with Bastet, Maggie had only been with one other woman, and that had been one night of excited experimentation, in which Maggie had admitted to herself that she did indeed have bisexual tendencies. This was completely different from those other two times. This was someone she knew, someone she cared for. No matter what happened from this point forward, the dynamic of their relationship would be forever changed.

This wasn't spur of the moment. There was no incense to blame it on. This was announced and consented to. There could be no running away from this. No denying it. No matter what happened, Maggie would have to accept responsibility for this if she allowed Molly's lips to touch hers. And she did allow it.

Maggie felt a spark within her very core the moment Molly's soft lips brushed agienst hers. An instant hardening of the nipples. A lurch of her stomach. The tiny hairs all over her body standing on end. Every nerve ending she had coming alive all at once. She couldn't help but place her hands on Molly's hips to steady herself. 

Maggie closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, allowing Molly greater access, which Molly took advantage of. Molly pulled her lips back slightly, teasing Maggie's with a flick of her tongue, then once again pressed her lips to Maggie's, this time slipping her tongue between the other's lips, and sliding it across hers. Maggie moaned and then the kiss became something more. She grew hungrier and pressed herself into Molly, raising a hand to Molly's back. Molly returned the passion slipping her other hand into Maggie's hair, pressing Maggie onto her own moistened lips.

They stood like that for what seemed ages, panting breathlessly into one another's embrace, their tongue dancing with one another, giving in to the intimate sensations. Then Molly slid her first hand from behind Maggie's neck, down the side of it and over her throat. Maggie arched her head back a bit, not breaking the kiss but offering herself to Molly's touch. 

Molly slid her hand over Maggie's throat onto her collar bone and down to her upper chest, finding the knot of the towel. One firm tug and it came loose. Another and the towel was lying discarded upon the ground.

Molly then slide her hand downward, sliding it over Maggie's flushed breast, causing Maggie to emit a lustful moan, which then turned into a whimpering yelp as the soft skin of Molly's hand grazed her excited nipple. Molly cupped her breast gently for a few moments, before sliding it lower, and around Maggie's back.

Maggie could feel Molly's fingers tracing along the contours of her body. Every dip and curve of the toned muscle of her back, as Molly slide her hand lower, worshiping Maggie's tender flesh. She slid her hand over the firm orb of Maggie's left buttock, and held it firmly, pressing Maggie deeper into their embrace.

Maggie was awash of sensations, all of them beautiful, all of them rapturous. Consequences be damned. She wanted this. She wanted Molly. There was no more confusion or conflict. There was just desire. Her body was alive and she felt filled with energy and sexuality.

And that's when it stopped.

Molly then broke the kiss and took several steps back. She set her eyes on Maggie, naked, breathless, flushed, and hungry for more. Maggie's rational mind came back into play for a brief moment, and she tried to cover herself from Molly's eyes.

"Stop." Said Molly, causing Maggie to freeze. "Put your arms down. Don't cover up. I want to look at you."

Maggie did as she was told, and Molly took her hand and lead her to the living room. Molly led Maggie to the middle of the room, and let go of her hand. She walked in a circle around Maggie, her eyes taking in every inch of her. She could feel Molly's eyes roaming over her nude body. It made her feel desired, confident, even a bit strong, to have someone she desired so much, so obviously desire her in return. Eventually Molly came around to Maggie's front, and looked her in the eyes.

"God Mags, I've seen you naked a hundred times, but never like this. You look so completely sexual right now. I just have to taste you."

Molly walked up and wrapped her arms around Maggie, pulling her close, and putting her lips to Maggie's ear. Maggie could feel her warm breath as she whispered to her.

"I have class in an hour, and I want to sit there with your taste on my tongue. Your scent in my hair. I want to be forced to think about pleasing you every second. I want to put my face between your sexy thighs, and lick you until you cum for me. Please, Maggie, will you please let me?"

Maggie could only offer a trembling nod in reply, but Molly wanted more. 

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you'll let me do."

The raw sexuality of the moment had overpowered Maggie, and now she was overcome. Molly told her what she wanted, and now it was her turn. Maggie turned her head, and found Molly's ear. She took her lobe between her lips and held it with her teeth, while whispering into her ear.

"I want to sit on that couch, spread my legs, and watch you lick my pussy until I scream so hard, the whole city knows what filthy things you're doing to me."

Maggie could hear Molly moan at her reply. She felt Molly pull her to the couch, and then pushed her down into the seat. Maggie instantly looked up at Molly and spread her legs wide, displaying herself lewdly for her newest lover. 

Molly looked down at Maggie for several moments, taking in the lustful sight that was offered. Her breath was short and her face was flushed. Molly had been fantasising about this from the first moment she saw Maggie during a floor performance routine, and now here she was, displaying her sexuality to her. Not just offering, but demanding, that it be taken.

Molly sank to her knees and placed her hands on Maggie's thighs. She slowly began sliding upward, with both her hands and face, her eyes locked Maggie's. Teasing her, toying with her, increasing the tension even more. Maggie was past that point, though.

Maggie reached down and grabbed Molly by the hair and began to pull her forward. Molly tried to resist playfully, but was surprised by Maggie's strength, as the other seemed to slowly pull her head closer so effortlessly.

"Oh Mol, you've teased me enough." Maggie grinned as she looked down at her best friend's surprised and excited eyes. She pulled her face closer, until it was mere inches away from her pulsating sex. "Lick. Now."

And lick, Molly did. Spurred on by Maggie's demanding words, she darted out her tongue; giving Maggie's swollen clit a swift and forceful lick, which made the other yelp in an intensely satisfying manor to Molly. She then stretched out her tongue, and slid it slowly and lewdly up Maggie's glistening slit.

The salty and forbidden taste of her friend broke the last vestiges of playfulness Molly had in her, and she gripped Maggie's thighs tightly and dove her face into her welcoming quim. Maggie was overcome with the pure eroticism of that moment and she knew that she wouldn't last long. She felt Molly's tongue part her and slip inside of her. Tasting and exploring her for a few euphoric moments, before Molly began to slide it in and out.

Maggie, still holding firmly onto Molly's hair, began rocking back and forth with the penetrations of Molly's tongue. She moaned loudly, without a care in the world over whether her neighbours might hear her through the paper thin walls. All that existed at this moment was her body and Molly's skilfully probing tongue.

She whimpered, she moaned, she writhed, but she wasn't getting any closer to what they both wanted. The pressure kept building and building, and Maggie was becoming increasingly more desperate for the release she fervently needed.

"Please, Molly, my clit. Lick my clit. Lick it hard. I need to cum so badly!"

Molly instantly brought her hands up to Maggie's swollen pussy, and held her lips open, take only a brief moment to take in the purely erotic sight of her friend's wet and quivering sex, before she brought her face back forward and began flicking the tip of her clit as rapidly as her quickly tiring tongue could handle.

The shudder and yelp from Maggie was all the sign she needed that she was giving her exactly what she wanted, and Molly wanted nothing more, at that moment, than to give it to her. She brought her lips around the swollen clit and sucked it gently into her mouth, holding it firmly between her lips, and flicking it rapidly.

"Harder"

Molly began sucking a little harder, grunting lightly as she began rocking her head in rhythm with Maggie's hips.

"Harder! Please!"

Feeling brave, Molly nipped Maggie's clit, ever so lightly with her teeth. The resulting shock that Maggie felt was all that it took to break past the thin wall separating her form the orgasm, which engulfed her mind, body, and soul.

Maggie let out a deep bellied scream, which made her realise that she hadn't actually taken in a breath in some time. Her face, beat red and peppered with drops of perspiration, was locked in the desperate cries of her orgasm, cutting right though her mind and blinding her in splashes of colour and lights.




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 04



Only after a few panting moments, did she realise how close she'd come to passing out, and laid on the couch in a panting, sweaty, heap. She felt the couch depress around her, and she opened her eyes to see Molly crouching over her, her face still wet with Maggie's lust. Molly leaned forward, and kissed Maggie roughly and hungrily. Maggie returned the kiss, with what little strength she had. Tasting her own sexuality on her best friend's tongue.

Molly finally stood up and took several steps back. She found one of Maggie's discarded rags, a remainder of the prior night, and wiped her face clean with it, tossing it back down on the floor. She started walked slowly backwards to the door. Maggie got up to stand.

"No. Don't move. Don't say anything. Stay just like that. I want this image of you burned into my mind all day long. I want to spend the rest of the day remembering how I left you."

Maggie smirked and parted her legs wider, displaying her freshly satisfied pussy to Molly's appraising eyes, which earned and approving smile. Molly opened the front door, stepped out, and turned to look back, getting one last long look at Maggie. Almost daring her to cover herself from the view of the open door. Maggie didn't even flinch.

"By the way," Molly said. "You have the most delicious pussy I've ever licked."

And with that, Molly swung the door closed and left for class.



~~~Harder Than it Looks~~~



Hellcat leapt through the air, from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the wind in her hair, and the bustling sounds of Empire City ringing in her ears. There was a song in her heart, and a super powered spring in her step. A lust for life swelled in every breath of her lungs. She was a very happy Hellcat.

After Molly had left, Maggie had basked on her sofa in orgasmic bliss for several moments. Then the worry and insecurity began to creep back into her mind. Had she made a horrible mistake? Was this all going to blow up in her face? No.

Maggie stood up defiantly, with clinched fists, and decided then and there that she was going to enjoy this moment. She felt satisfied, she felt sexy, and she felt free and unbound. She was going to enjoy this. Sure, things might take a bad turn, but for right now she was feeling great, and she was going to enjoy that. 

It was then that Maggie decided that she couldn't feel good about herself, and then perhaps Hellcat could. She felt a rush at the thought, and after yet another shower, she slipped on her too-tight tights, snuck to the roof of her building, and set out to take on the world.

As soon as she made her first running leap, from one roof-top to the next, she immediately felt better about herself. In point of fact, she felt euphoric. There was something so liberating about this, which she couldn't help but revel in it. Every bit of concern, every bit of insecurity, every bit of doubt was left behind after the first leap. As soon as she felt her body challenge gravity, that adrenaline rush course through her body, she was completely unchained. She felt sexy, she felt cool, she felt strong, and she felt free. Hellcat was on top of the world, and she never wanted to come down.

As Hellcat landed on her final roof, she took a brief pause to get her bearings, and survey the area around her. She could feel the leotard riding up her arse, and feel the breeze over the almost completely exposed lower half of her bum. Her nipples were hard and tightly pressed agienst the fabric, plainly visible to anyone who should glance in her direction, but she wasn't bothered. In fact she grinned. She enjoyed feeling sexy, and even though she wasn't the sort to run about in little more than a spandex bikini, like some of Empire City's heroines, she also understood the thrill of it.

She landed on a rooftop with a small garden atop of it. She'd have to remember this spot, and it looked quite pleasant. She leaned onto a ledge, and looked out over her city. So many stories, and so many characters in her city, and now she was happy to be one of them. Hellcat took a deep breath of the smoggy polluted city air, and sighed in contentment. Just the right mixture of carbon emissions and hobo piss to make her feel right at home.

It was then that she heard something at the very edge of her audial range. A slight whining sound. She peered off into the direction it was coming from. She didn't have to locate the sound. She somehow knew exactly where it was coming from. High pitched and screeching. Designed to cause a state of alarm and awareness in those that heard it.

The sound grew closer, and Hellcat could make out the sound of sirens. Her view was obscured, so she leapt to the roof of the building across the street, which was higher and gave her a better view. She sprinted across the roof to the opposite ledge, and peered in the direction of the sirens. She could hear a cacophony of sirens. Police, paramedics, fire and rescue. She saw several vehicles speeding off into the city centre. 

She craned her head to see if she could tell where they were going, and she could. A plume of thick black smoke bellowed from the ground, far off in the distance. She wondered if perhaps there was a fire. She decided she could check it out, just to make sure the fire brigade had it under control.

Upon landing on her fourth rooftop, Hellcat was stopped in her tracks by a deep thundering boom emanating from the distressed area. She quickened her pace, and pushed every leap. Sometimes skipping buildings entirely and landing on the rooftop beyond. This didn't seem like a normal fire. What could it be? Terrorists? Alien invasion? Supervillian? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Hellcat set her mind firmly on one fact.

This was a job, for The Hellcat.

Quicker she ran and further she leapt. In the distance she began to hear the tell-tale pops of gunfire. She realised just how serious this was, and she began to feel panic rising in her throat. Were people hurt? What was she expected to do. She could get seriously hurt here. She may even be putting her life in danger. Hellcat had chosen to become a costumed hero, though, and that's what she was going to do. She set her jaw, and pressed on.

She made a rolling landing on one last rooftop, and came out of the roll to the opposite ledge, that would give her a view of the battle zone. She felt her heart near beat out of her chest with what her eyes saw. Cars burning and overturned. People fleeing like refugees from the destruction, sprinting has fast as they could to get behind makeshift barricades that had been made out of police vehicles and hope.

Buildings with gaping hole in their facades and water spraying up angrily from turn apart water mains. In the centre of the chaos, stood a 7' tall wall of meat and muscle. Skin clad in tight dark grey leather. He issued fourth a terrifying rare or rage as bullets bounced off his armoured suit. With furious might, he lifted a burning car above his head, and flung it as a missile towards the police officers. Making them scatter for their lives. Hellcat recognised this living monster instantly.

The Hammer.

Hellcat took several steps back form the ledge and took a deep breath, steeling her nerves and mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen.

"Ok girl, this is it," She said to herself. "You wanted some more experience before something like this happened, but it's happening now, it's for real, and you're the only one here that can do something about it."

Hellcat went back to the ledge, and took another look. Hammer was currently pulling street lamps up, and hurling them like javelins at the scrambling police. There seemed to be no method to his madness. Merely wanton destruction, merely for the sake of the thrill of it.

The good news was, that the Hammer a simple brute. He lacked intelligence and finesse. He was purely a power player, and this had caused him to be beaten senseless by virtually every hero in the city at one time or another. It was a bit of a coming of age for a hero to take down the Hammer. Hellcat supposed she was just going to have to come of age a bit early. All she really had to do was keep him busy until a more experienced hero showed up to finish the job.

With a firm nod, Hellcat clenched her teeth, ran to the far side of the building, and sprinted forward, leaping off the ledge, twisting herself around in mid-air in a display of stunning acrobatics, and came down in a low crouch, a mere meter behind Hammer. She quickly realised that he didn't realise that she was there, so she quickly took advantage of the element of surprise, and spun herself around, bring a sweep kick to Hammer's vulnerable shin.

"Ouch! Damnit!" yelped Hellcat, as her leg bounced off Hammer's leg, which didn't even budge. She gripped it in pain. He slowly turned around, and looked down at her. His head cocked to the side, slightly confused for a brief moment. Hammer gave an unconcerned shrug, grabbed her leg, and flung her into the roof of an abandoned car, the metal warping and crunching into a Hellcat shaped dent.

"Who the fuck is you 'sposed ta be?"

"H...er...Hellcat?" she replied, trying to catch her breath. "So...you wanna surrender now?"

The Hammer stared blankly at her for a few moments, behind the hood which covered his head and half of his face, before bellowing in laughter. Hellcat got a good look at him, then. His tight leather suit covered him head to toe, but did nothing to hide the muscular rifts of his chemically enhanced body. His head was covered from hair to the top of his nose by a matching hood and mask. Only his mouth and chin were exposed. His jaw was squared and pronounced. He was the living image of exactly what he really was. A brute. He smelled of vodka and discount stale cigars.

"Not just yet, darlin'. I'm a bit busy at the moment. Hellcat y'said?"

"Yeah. The Hellcat."

"Oh, THE Hellcat, excuse me then. Nice kitten costume. The Hammer does like him some pussy, that's for sure. Maybe in a little bit though, Sugar Tits. Daddy's workin'."

With that, he took a brief moment to leer at her body, and walked off. Hellcat was a bit insulted by this. He didn't even try to get a parting shot in. He simply dismissed her as a non-issue. She climbed off the roof of the car, and faced him as he was walking away. A sneer formed on her face. Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth as a growled formed in the back of her throat.

She crouched low, and then sprung up high in the air, she flipped over once, bringing herself right again, and came down feet first onto his head. She was delighted so to how he staggered underneath her. She rolled forward onto her feet and spun around, intending to deliver a high kick too precisely where his head should be. Instead, she found her hand, which clamped tightly around her ankle, trapping her in mid kick.

Again he grinned at the look of shock in her eyes, and then his eyes travelled over her disadvantaged body. He smiled at the sight of the camel toe the suit formed in her exposed crotch, and the way it disappeared up her backside. Hammer licked his lips and chuckled.

"Baby, listen, you're dressed to impressed, and Hammer is impressed, and I know you want my attention, but Daddy's busy earning his money. So stay outta my way for a few more minutes, and then after that you can ride on Hemmer's cock for a bit. Ok Pussycat?"

And with that, he flung Hellcat over his shoulder. Hellcat flew through the plate glass window of a storefront, through five or six racks of groceries...she had trouble keeping count...and into the wall on the far side, leaving an arse shaped hole in the drywall.

Hellcat was bruised and bloodied, but she was shocked by how superficial her wounds that far had been. She was very sore and out of breath. There were minor cuts and scratches littered about her boy, and her eye felt swollen, but she was ok. There was still plenty of flight left in her. She rose from the rubble and made her way to the shattered storefront. She looked over her costume. It was a bit worse for wear. There were nasty rips in her side and a ripped area hang in a tatter below her left collar. Everything was still covered, though, and she could sew it up with Molly's sewing machine.

Hellcat cracker her knuckles, tugged the suit from her bum crack, and charged back into the fray. It didn't take Hellcat long to locate The Hammer again. Up to this point, she'd made a fool of herself. She'd underestimated him. She wasn't going to make that same mistake again. He was faster that she'd expected, but not as fast as her. Speed was still her advantage. He had blind spots where his mask limited his vision, so she'd come at him from the sides. His suit protected him from bullets and hits, but perhaps he'd be vulnerable to holds. She sprinted towards Hammer, his back turned to her. With a growl, Hellcat leapt towards her prey.

She took him by surprise. Leaping onto his back, she knocked him off balance enough for her to get one arm tightly around his neck, and the other locked behind his head. Her legs wrapped tightly as they could around the muscular bulk of his waist. She tensed her body and squeezed her arms, attempting to choke him out. 

Hammer tried to pull her arms, but Hellcat held on for dear life. Hammer began to slouch, and for the first time Hellcat thought that she could actually pull this off. That's when he spoke.

"Oh Pussycat, that better not be you."

"Do yourself a favour, and give up. You tore my costume. Now I'm angry."

"Give up? Why would Hammer do that, Sugar Tits, when we're havin' so much...FUN!" With that, Hammer threw himself back into the pavement. Hellcat was crushed underneath his bulk and she saw stars when her head smacked into the street. She tried to catch her breath, but Hammer easily pushed her arms aside and rose above her. Before Hellcat could recover, he lifted his foot, and kicked her in the stomach, leaving her coughing and gasping for breath on the ground.

"You wanted Daddy's attention, baby, well now you got it. In full."

Hammer reached down, and grabbed Hellcat by the throat. He hoisted her into the air, and charged across the road, slamming her into the brick wall of a building. Hellcat was desperately trying to catch her breath and shoo away the stars dancing in front of her eyes. She knew this was serious trouble; she was out of her depth. She realised in full, the foolishness of her rushing in. Hammer, on the other hand, was having a lovely day. It felt so good winning a fight, for a change.

"Well, well, well. Lookee there. You're right, Pussycat, Hammer did rip your pretty clothes. Lemme see if I can fix that." With that, Hammer took the ripped tatter, hanging below Hellcat's right shoulder, and tugged on it, ripping her costume further down, completely exposing her right breast, and ample portions of the left to his wicked eyes. 

"Oops! Whopsie daisy. Lemme cover that up for ya" Hammer reached forward and lecherously mauled her exposed breast. Hellcat wretched and tried to twist away from the assault, but her body was too weak. She couldn't catch her breath, her vision was getting burly, and she was feeling light headed. 

"Ah, hammer does love him the gingers. But the question is, does the carpet match the curtains?"

Hellcat felt the gusset of her suit being tugged to the side.

"Well would ya lookat that. Surprise endin'. Hardwood floors."

She felt Hammer's thick digits begin to toys with the lips of her exposed pussy, and that was all the motivation Hellcat needed to get back in the game. Hammer had her pinned by the throat, but her legs her free. She brought up her legs, and placed her feet agienst the wall. She pushed off with enough momentum that the lower half of her body swung upward, and she was able to wrap her legs around Hammer's arm, and pull it with her hands. 

Hellcat had his arm trapped, and she stretched her body, hearing a satisfying yelp of pain issue from his perverted mouth, right before she heard the pop of his arm coming out of socket. Hammer screamed in pain, as he collapsed onto the ground. Hellcat wasn't taking any chances, and gave him a sharp kick to the side of his head, sending him staggering backwards.

Hellcat took a moment, to catch her breath, and marshal her senses, and she witnessed Hammer popping his own arm back into socket with another enraged cry. Hellcat charged towards Hammer with a fury, and leap again to deliver another swift kick to his head, but he came up with his un-injured arm, griping her ankle, swung her through the air, and threw her down onto the concrete with a dull thud.

Hellcat couldn't hold out any longer. Her vision was blotchy, and she could barely breathe. She couldn't even muster the strength to roll over and crawl away. She looked up and saw the Hammer standing over her. His face shadowed in rage.

"I tried ta be friendly, Pussycat, but you done used up every ounce of goodwill Hammer has. Now it's time for..." They were suddenly both surprised by a ringing coming from a small pouch on his belt. "Hammer has a phone call, Pussycat. Let me take this right quick, and Hammer will kill ya when he's done." 

Hellcat could only blink at the absurdity of this.

"Hammer. Talk ta me. Yeah... yeah, no problem. Got half the ECPD out here. Nah, no capes. Well, one, but she's not for real. Just a tourist. Hammer was about to put her lights out. Yeah? Ok, Hammer will finish this one off, and then we'll meet tomorrow night, midnight, at O'Rourke's Pub in Old Town. Bring the money, Hammer will practice his countin'." And with that, hammer hung up. 

What was that about, Hellcat wondered? Someone was paying Hammer to do all this? Why? What was there to be gained from...a diversion? Hammer was trying to draw focus from elsewhere, the police, and any other heroes which may come. Their eye was being drawn from...

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Said Hammer, putting away his phone. "Hammer knows he shouldn't be discussin' plans in front of heroes, but seein' as how Hammer's 'bout ta kill ya, he figures he can make an exception. Well that's that, Pussycat. Daddy's work here is done. And with that. Light's out, Sugar Ti...ugh"

In her hazy state, Hellcat could only blink in confusion, as she saw the soda-pop vending machine crash into Hammer, sending him flying away from her. She tilted her head backwards, looking behind her, and that's when she saw him walking through the smoke and dust.

The Enforcer.

He painted a picture of the epitome of a warrior. His face and hair was covered by a black balaclava and his eyes by dark biker goggles. Upon his chest, he wore a dark grey Kevlar vest, tailored to fit is lean muscular frame and allow freedom of movement. His arms and shoulders where bare, showing off the tanned skin of his impressively muscled arms. The muscles twitched with tension as he clinched his fists, encased in dark leather gloves, which sported heavy metal studs along his knuckles and the back of his hand.

Upon his legs, he wore black cargo pants, which were designed to be loose, but were still snug in just the right places to show what an amazing specimen of masculinity he was. The trousers were tucked into black combat boots, with dull metal tipped toes. A military style cargo belt was fastened around his waist which held various pouches.

The Enforcer was known as Empire City's toughest street fighter. Villains everywhere were terrified of him. Even though he had never crossed the line, and taken a life, he had put a great deal many criminals in traction. His style was simple. Surrender or pain. He had no qualms with beating men into submission. He had done so with Hammer many times before. This time would be no different.

He walked confidently, with great purpose, past the prone, still recovering Hellcat. She was struck in awe by the hero she had dreamed about, only days ago. One of her favourite heroes, and one of the most storied in the entire city. He passed by without as much as a glance. His eyes focused on Hammer, recovering from the sudden attack.




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 04



"Cover yourself up and stay out of my way." Said Enforcer as he strode past her. This snapped her back into reality, and she pulled the tatters of her costume over her breast, and adjusted the crotch of her suit. She rose to her knees, and watched the scene before her.

Hammer stood up and locked his eyes on The Enforcer and he glared.

"Well well well, Cupcake finally decided ta show up. Now it's a party." 

Enforcer said nothing. He simply advanced. Hammer seemed a bit insulted by the lack of banter, and charged in a fit of rage. He led with his fists, which Enforcer easily dodged. Hammer punched forward, off balance, and Enforcer delivered a swift but thunderous punch to Hammer's side, causing Hammer to drop to the ground, gasping for air. Enforcer gripped Hammer by the crown of his head, raised his fist, and with three swift and brutal punches, hammer crumbled to the ground unconscious.

Hellcat watched in awe. The animal which had beaten her so completely. Which had taken everything out of her. Had crumpled before The Enforcer within seconds. She was both amazed and humiliated. Then she became terrified, as the Enforcer left Hammer's limp body and approached her.

Hellcat felt meek and pathetic squirming on the ground, covering herself up with her tattered costume as the Enforcer loomed above her. She felt her cheeks redden, and the sudden urge to avert her eyes, yet not the ability. She simply had to do something about this.

"Well...I tired him out for you. You're welcome."

This didn't seem to amuse The Enforcer. He merely stood there, staring at her for a few very awkward moments.

"Who are you?"

"Hellcat. I'm calling myself Hellcat."

"Well stop. Whatever it is you think you're doing, quit. If I'd been three seconds later, you'd be dead. Go home, through that bargain bin costume in a dumpster, and chase any dream you want that isn't this."

What little air Hellcat had left in her lungs was knocked out. She tried to reply, but what could she say? She just lay there in stunned silence, while Enforcer reached to his belt and pulled out a small radio.

"It's me. Hammer's down. You can send your men in now." With that, The Enforcer turned and walked off. Hellcat, full of indignant rage, scrawled to her feet, and followed after him. She could hear police and emergency responders flooding into the area behind her.

"Hey! Who're you?" An officer asked upon coming across her.

"What? Oh, Hellcat. The Hellcat. That's what I'm calling myself."

"Great. What're you doing here?"

"Probably bleeding internally, thanks for asking. Do you mind?" Hellcat turned and chased off after The Enforcer, but she could still hear the cops behind her.

"Great, another one."

"I'm ok with them, as long as they have asses like that. Damn!"

"I know, right? I love how they never wear pants."

"Hey!" Hellcat shouted as she finally caught up with the Enforcer. He didn't bother turning around, but simply walked into an alley. Hellcat followed him, making sure the stomping of her feet adequately expressed her anger. "Firstly, I'd like to say that I'm a huge fan, despite the fact that you're acting like a bit of a dick. Secondly, I know you're Mr Billy Badass of Empire City, but that doesn't give you the right to tell me what I can and can't do."

"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm telling you what you should do." He said, walking into a damaged and apparently abandoned building. Again, Hellcat followed.

"And just what gives you the right to do that?"

"Saving your life, from the biggest joke of a superthug in the city."

"Well...besides that, I mean." 

The Enforcer started up a flight of stairs, onto the middle floor.

"I watched you fight him for a bit before I walked in. Not sure how long you were fighting before I got there, but I saw you come out of the shop. You're sloppy. You lead with your feet. You don't think about your next move. You don't maintain eye contact. You pause. You've got moves, I'll give you that, but you don't know how to use them. You've got no clue what you're doing out there."

"No kidding! I'm brand new at this. This is only the second time I've ever worn this costume. The first time was a few street thugs. This was completely new to me."

"Then why'd you jump in?"

"Because no one else was there! I couldn't just let him..."

Enforcer spun to face Hellcat, which caused the words to catch her throat, and instead come out in the form of a muffed "eep."

"You couldn't just let him do what? Rage on harmlessly in an area which had been completely evacuated? A place where no one was in danger of being hurt? Nobody, that is, until you rushed in." This caused Hellcat to pause for a moment. Her arm holding the tatters of her suit in place was getting tired, so she switched hands and covered her action by shouting defiantly.

"Well that didn't occur to me at the time! I just saw him causing massive property damage and I thought..."

"Stop. Whatever you say next is a lie. Simple fact of the matter is that you weren't thinking. You acted without thinking, and you almost got yourself killed."

"You're right. Lesson learned. I want to learn more. I want to do this."

"I don't have time to teach anyone anything."

"Then give me a name, or a book, or a bloody website. Something. Anything. Just don't tell me to pack it up and go home! I won't! I want this! I need this! I'm not quitting."

"Then you're going to die."

"Then I'll die! I can accept that! What I can't accept is going back to a life of being afraid! I don't want to hide meekly in the shadows, waiting for my next opportunity to be a victim! I'm not going back to that life! I'd rather die fighting in the streets than go back to that! If you won't help me, that's fine. I never asked you to. But if you think you can toss some attitude my way and I'll run home crying, then you can go fuck yourself!"

With that, The Enforcer's hand shot out, gripping her throat tightly and pinning her, for the second time today, agienst a wall. It wasn't like with Hammer. He didn't hurt her. At least not much. Just enough for her to know he was serious. She gripped his wrist with both her hands, the tatters of her tights falling away, exposing herself yet again. She froze. He wasn't attacking her. Was this a message? A test?

Not even a week ago, Hellcat had woken up after a dream about this man, filled with lust and unable to keep her hands out of her knickers. Now, here he was, inches away from her, with his hand roughly around her throat. She could smell the sweat on him. She felt more exposed than she had at any point in the day.

She felt stirrings in her pussy again, and gritted her teeth. She was getting more and more out of control. She had to focus. He wasn't going to hurt her, but she wasn't going to sit idly by and let him man handle her either. After her moment's pause, she narrowed her eyes, and tried to repeat the maneuverer she had used with the Hammer. She kicked her feet up, and attempted to trap Enforcer's arm.

The Enforcer had seen this earlier, however, and was expecting it. He merely let her go and Hellcat fell on her arse to the ground, with a thud. She looked up to the vision of the Enforcer starring down at her. How many villains and criminals had trembled at this very sight? Now Hellcat trembled for a different reason.

He stood above her, starring down at her. His eyes were hidden behind the dark goggles, but she could still feel his gaze roving freely over her body. She didn't move to cover up. She didn't want to. She felt her exposed nipple harden underneath is gaze. She revelled in the sensation of being vulnerable in front of him. She must have looked terrible, but he wasn't looking away. He was looking directly at her. Every inch of her. She saw a bulge stir in his trousers, and could feel herself growing wet.

"You hesitated."

"I thought."

"What did you think?"

"That you wouldn't hurt me."

"Then why did you act?"

"Because you had your fucking hand around my throat."

She thought she heard a scoff behind the mask. He pulled apart his vest, exposing a small length of his well-muscled chest. He reached inside, and withdrew a small notepad and a pen. He scrawled something onto a sheet of paper, and then tore it out, throwing it down onto ground next to hellcat.

"Tomorrow night. Be at that address at that time. Third floor. Be one time or don't bother coming." With that, the Enforcer turned and left.

Hellcat waited for several moments, trying to catch her breath. She grabbed the piece of paper and saw and address and time written on it. Hellcat tucked the note into her boot, and slowly rose onto shaky feet.

"Well, I'd say this qualifies as being labelled on hell of a day." He said, as she walked up onto the roof. She took one last look at herself and let out a defeated sigh, at the state of her. She was an absolute mess, from head to toe. "Yeah... this is going to be a fun trip home." Looking around, she realised it was getting dark. Hopefully that would provide some cover for her. Hellcat took a deep breath, and with a running leap off the rooftop, she was headed back home.



~~~ Showing Her Assets~~~



The trip back home was simple enough. To her knowledge she hadn't been spotted once. She was thankful for this small piece of luck, and sighed happily as she stretched out on the rooftop of her building before making her way back inside, and sneaking through her front door. Never had Hellcat been so relieved to live on the top floor.

As Hellcat shut and locked the door behind her, she could finally relax. Without bothering to turn the lights on, she strode through her apartment towards her bedroom. Apparently she could see fairly well in the dark as well. Every day she was learning something new about herself.

She winced and hissed as she tugged the tatters of her uniform off, due to a thousand different pains from parts of her body that she didn't even know existed. She grunted heavily as she pulled each boot off, and lastly came the ears and mask.

Maggie sat naked on her bed, hunched over; feeling as though the weight of the world had just beaten her down. She stood up and gingerly crossed the room to turn on her light, and caught herself in the mirror. She looked a fright. Everywhere she looked on her body she saw bruises, or cuts, or bruised cuts, or cut bruises. 

"Oh yeah," Maggie said to herself, a defeated tone in her voice. "You're a real superhero all right."

Maggie crawled into the shower and almost melted in the perfect sensations of the warm water trickling down her skin. She hissed at first, as the water cleaned her wounds, and washed away the dust and the blood. She tried to wash her hair properly, but gave up as her muscles were just too sore and fatigued. She simply lathered up, let it rinse away, and crawled out of the tub.

She dried off as best she could, but gave up and just let the towel drop to the floor. Maggie grimaced at the myriad of cuts and scrapes along her skin, and thought about how she was going to explain this to Molly, or anyone else who asked.

Maggie grabbed a bottle of peroxide and bag of cotton balls out of the medicine cabinet, and walking back into her bedroom, she sat them down on her computer desk. Then slowly lumbering, beaten, wet, and still blissfully nude, she went into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of beer. Returning to her desk, Maggie turned on her computer, and began checking her email, while applying copious amounts of peroxide to her multitude of wounds. 

She finally felt herself winding down when a thought struck her. The phone call Hammer had taken, right before The Enforcer had arrived - he'd been working with someone, but who? They were going to meet tomorrow night at O'Rourke's Pub in Old Town, he'd said, but surely that'd be off once news of Hammer's arrest had gotten out.

Maggie decided a bit of research was in order. She went to her favourites, and clicked on the link to her favourite Super Hero gossip page, Superscoops.com. It was the TMZ of the super hero community. All she had to do was look up every story involving Hammer, and see if she could figure out who he'd logically team up with. That plan, however, fell apart the moment she saw the headline story on the main page.

"BREAKING NEWS! EMPIRE CITY'S NEWEST HERO SHOWS PUBLIC HER ASSETS."

There, right underneath the headline of the most popular gossip site for Super Heroes, was The Hellcat. The photograph was taken right after the fight with Hammer. There she was, running off after The Enforcer, but she was turned around addressing the police officer which had first called out to her. Hellcat's arse was almost completely exposed, and the viewer could clearly see her hand holding up the tatter of her shredded uniform, barely concealing her breast.

Maggie simply sat there for several moments, jaw hanging open in horror, before she scrunched up her face and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Fucking camera phones..."

Fearing the worst, but lead on by morbid curiosity, Maggie right clicked the image, and did a Google search. At first she was relieved, as there were very few copies of the image found elsewhere, then she saw the address of a few of them, and her heart sank.

"No, no, no, God almighty, no! Not Tumblr! Now every suicidal hipster with internet access in the western world is going to have a go at me!"

Whimpering in defeat, Maggie tabbed back to the news story and, readying herself for more punishment, read on.

"This just in! It appears Empire City has a brand new super hero, folks! Not much is known about The Feline Fury as of yet, but her big public debut happened in Borough of Dreyburg at the corner of 14th and Ave C, against none other than one of Empire city's most prolific villains, The Hammer."

"According to police officials on the ground, the newest member of the Cape Community identified herself as The Hellcat. Sad to say, the name matched her appearance as our reporters made the scene. According to eye witnesses, she battled with the Hammer for several minutes, taking one heck of a pounding, but keeping him occupied from doing any more damage until The Enforcer was able to arrive and bring the situation under control quickly."

"Emergency Medical Services report very few injuries, and no serious wounds. From all accounts, the Meta-Human response unit of E.C's Emergency Response Team had the situation well in hand, getting the entire area evacuated without issue, before The Hammer had an opportunity to put any lives at risk."

"Not much is known about The Hellcat as of yet, but taking on a Super Villain right out of the gate isn't a typical way for a Hero to launch their career. We here at Super Scoop hope that The Hellcat has a speedy recovery, and that we see even more of her soon."

Well it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Still though, when the Sparrow had made her debut on the scene, it had been for stopping a bank robbery in broad daylight, and then two weeks later, for stopping a human smuggling ring. It had been three months before she'd had her first crack at a Supervillian. The Red Mask had been planning on poisoning the city's water supply - again. The police found him hanging upside down from a street lamp, with a picture of a sparrow tucked into his pants.

That's the sort of intro Maggie had wanted for Hellcat, not this. This was just humiliating. Sure, Super Scoop had been generous. They tended to go easy on new blood. The subtext was there, though. Hellcat had been used as a punching bag until The Enforcer came in to save the day.

Maggie decided that she'd had quite enough punishment for one day. She shut the computer off, finished cleaning her wounds, and crawled into bed. Her head plopped down onto the pillow as she pulled the covers over her naked and battered body, and before another thought could enter her head, she fell into a deep sleep.



The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 05



Chapter 5: Learning to Fly

~~~The Good Cop~~~

Maggie awoke as though from a restless sleep. Her sheets were curled and twisted around her naked form. They felt damp and she realised she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her body didn't feel sore, exactly. Just heavy and drained of energy. She didn't want to move. She just wanted to lie there all day long but her eye caught her alarm clock which was blinking 10:07 AM. She'd slept half the day away. 

Groaning from the fatigue of it, Maggie mustered the strength to pull herself out of bed and onto her feet. Coffee. She needed coffee. With shoulders slouched and hair dangling in her face, she slowly stomped her way to her bedroom door and then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She gasped at what she saw. When she went to bed, her body had been covered in a hundred cuts and bruises. Now they just appeared to be tiny scratches and the occasional red mark. She blinked in disbelief as she turned around, looking at herself at every possible angle. 

She was already almost completely healed from the previous day's debacle. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she realised that she wouldn't have to come up with some outrageous explanation for her injuries. She wondered if this was the reason she woke up feeling so unenergetic. Either way, it was a small price to pay, as there was barely any of the soreness from yesterday. Her joints felt a bit stiff, but that was it. A little yoga would tend to that nicely.

Her eye was captured by the tattered lump of blue and yellow cloth, discarded on the ground, which used to be the uniform she'd worked so hard on only days ago. She picked up, staring at it in dismay, wondering how in the hell she was going to fix it. She couldn't begin to think straight at the moment. She just tossed it in the wash, and decided to worry about it later.

Once the machine was running, she brewed herself some coffee, and went to the fridge for her milk. Upon looking at the fridge, something caught her eyes. The business card she'd received from the woman she rescued the other night. "Jan Flynn: Fashion Designer". Maggie practically squeaked with excitement as she pulled the card off the fridge, and dashed to her phone. 

"Flynn Designs. Jan speaking. How can I help?" Answered the voice, seeming a bit overly cheery and excited.

"Miss Flynn, hi this is Maaa...er...Hellcat. The Hellcat, from the other night."

"Oh...oh yes, Hellcat! Of course! It's great to hear from you. How can I help?"

"Well... I was wondering if your offer of making a costume was still on the table."

"It absolutely is! I actually hoped you'd be calling. It appeared that your home-made costume didn't fare too well in your tussle with that Hammer fellow." This deflated Maggie more than a little.

"I suppose you saw Super Scoops."

"Yes I did, I'm afraid. Not the finest photo-op, granted, but you did look rather dashing and...er...in shape." This took Maggie by surprise. Was Jan flirting with her? After the week she'd been having, why not? She heard nervousness and embarrassment in her voice after she said it. Perhaps she was a bit embarrassed at herself. Perhaps it was just a slip of the tongue.

"Oh. Well...thank you. So yeah...I need a replacement. Think you can help?"

"Yes, I'd love to! At least I'd love to try. I think the style you had the other night was wonderful. Sexy, yet not over the top. For a superheroine, at least. Do you want to stick with that look?"

"Yeah, if you think that's ok. I just think the colour and designs kind of pop, y'know?" This got a chuckle out of Jan.

"That they do. Very poppy. So tell you what, I'm free all day. Just bring what's left of the old costume, so I can get the designs and cut right, I'll take your sizes, and I'll see if I can't have something ready for you tomorrow."

"T...Tomorrow?" Replied Maggie, blinking in surprise. "You can have it done that soon?"

"Oh, absolutely. I have the latest state of the art equipment and fabrics. Should be a fairly easy process. Also, I didn't have much planned for the day anyway." Jan added with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "As I told you, I'm not really well established yet."

"Ok, great. Um... Silly question, but the costume that got ruined was my only one. I have some more things like that, so should I wear those? Or just regular clothes?"

"Oh, good question. Yes, just wear whatever you have that's close."

"Ok, great. I can be there in two hours. Will that work?"

"That will be perfect, see you then."

Maggie, sipping her coffee happily, walked to her closet, and began going through her old leotards to find something that fit closely to her costume. She was just in the process of tugging a leotard over her body, when her buzzer rang. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Maggie tottered to the door and pressed the two-way.

"Who is it?"

"Detective Jason Rowe, ECPD. I'm looking for Miss Maggie Malone."

Maggie's eyes shot wide open, and a slight "meep" escaped her mouth. The sexy detective who'd spoken to her in Hooker Park after she'd pummelled the sorcerers who'd kidnapped her. 

"Oh yes, yes. I remember. This is Maggie, how can I help?"

"Miss Malone, there have been some developments in the case I'd like to discuss with you. Mind if I come up? I don't think the street intercom is the best place to talk."

"What? Oh yeah, sorry. Sure, come on up." She buzzed him in. She shivered as she remembered the thought of his deep blue sexy eyes; the short-cropped light brown hair, his firm jaw line, the roguish look in his eyes. She'd been taken with him instantly when she first saw him in Hooker Park. Now, he was on his way up to her apartment. ...And she was stark naked. What was she thinking? She madly sprinted to her bedroom, flinging her underwear drawer open, and pulling out the first pair of knickers she got her hands on...a thong...of course fate would give her a thong.

She tugged it on franticly, as she bounced to her closet on one foot, then the other. She yanked a pair of jeans off the rod so fiercely, that the plastic hanger flew off the rack and bouncing off her head, causing her to swear loudly. Rubbing her head, she threw herself on her bed, brought the jeans down beneath her feet, and kicked her legs cleanly through the trouser legs. She bounced off the bed, tugging the jeans up in mid-flight, and landed on her feet, scurrying back the drawer whilst buttoning her fly. 

Rushing back to the dresser, she heard a knock at the door. 

"Damn, that man is fast!" 

"Just a minute." She called out, as she quickly grabbed as CSU Fighting Ferrets...yes, Ferrets...t-shirt. Realising she didn't have time for the bra, she just through the t-shirt on and ran to the door. Taking a few breaths, she checked herself in the mirror, making spot checks to her hair. She checked her breath, then quickly pulled a mint out of her purse and chewed it to dust. Right as she was about to open the door, she realised that her nipples were poking through her shirt.

Groaning at her luck, she tried desperately to rub them down to normal, which didn't do any good, but then again, it never did. Fine, she'd just feign ignorance and deal with it. Taking a brief pause to gain her composure, she unlatched and opened the door.

"Detective Rowe. Good to see you again. Please come in." She said with as much nonchalantness as she could muster, which was hardly any at all.

"Thanks, Miss Malone," he said as she lead him into the apartment. He took a quick look around, and then took her in. She noticed his eyes flicker to the imprint of her nipples through her shirt, for a fraction of a second. Long enough for him to get a view, but not long enough to call him out on. Maggie felt them harden a bit more. "You look like you're doing quite well."

"I am, thank you. I just put on a pot of coffee. Care for some?"

"Oh, no thank you. I just finished my hourly allotment before I buzzed you."

"More caffeine for me, then. What can I do ya for, Detective?" Said Maggie, as she pulled out a chair for the handsome detective and motioned him to sit, as she sat in her own. "You said there've been some developments? Normally that means that something bad has happened."

"Ah, thank you Miss..."

"Maggie. Miss makes me sound like a librarian."

"I don't know about that, I've known some lovely librarians," he said with a rakish smile that made Maggie swoon. "Normally you're right, but in this case, the news is good. Surprisingly good, in fact."

"Well that's nice to hear, how so?"

"Every last one of the cult members waved their rights for representation and signed a full confession of their own volition. Confessed to the kidnapping, the murders, everything. They didn't want to speak to lawyers, didn't try to cut deals or anything. Each and every one of them told us everything they did, the ring leader lead us to the bodies of the other victims, and when that was done, they all signed full confessions."

"God...those poor girls."

"Yeah. I'm really glad you weren't one of them." He said, placing one of his hands over hers. She startled a bit, but didn't pull her hand back. Maggie lowered her head a bit coyly, looking down at her lap and smiling. Detective Rowe left his hand there for a few silent moments before patting her gently and withdrawing it. "There was only one catch, though. They refused to talk about you or the hero that saved you. Not a word out of any of them."

Maggie took a deep breath of relief as she realised that she'd dodged a bullet that she hadn't even seen coming. They knew. The sorcerers knew exactly what happened in that cave. They knew it was her. They may not know that she was the Hellcat, but they knew and they weren't talking. She wondered why, but for now, they were keeping quiet, and she'd just have to be happy with that.

"Well, that's odd, all right. No clue why that'd be."

"We have. We think they have plans for that hero. Can you tell me anything at all? Anything about her?"

"No, I'm sorry, I can't. I was a bit out of sorts when everything happened. I honestly don't remember much at all about that night, I'm afraid." Detective Rowe just slowly nodded and stood up. 

"Yeah, I can understand that, Maggie. That was a hell of a thing that happened to you. It's really impressive to see that you're dealing with it as well as you are. You're sure you're ok, right?"

"Very sure." Maggie replied, as she rose up to join Detective Rowe. "I'm just glad those psychos are going away."

"Oh, that they most assuredly are. They're leaving for The Zig this afternoon. They're being prepped for transport as we speak." Maggie easily recognised Detective Rowe's reference to the Ziggurat; Empire City's Ultra-Max offshore prison facility, specialising in super powered criminals and the criminally insane. It was the most advanced prison facility in the world, housing the world's most dangerous individuals, but that didn't stop a constant cycle of escapes and break outs. Most of the prison guards were former special operations soldiers from various militaries from around the world, paid top dollar to work in one of the most dangerous place on Earth. The Ziggurat was a bad place for bad people.

"Well I hope they're issued extra slippery bars of soap." This got a chuckle out of Detective Rowe as he walked towards the door. "I'll see what I can do about that. Oh, and do me a favour, will ya?"

"Sure. What's that?"

"Try to think some more about that hero that came to save you. I understand you were out of it, and you probably don't want to dwell on it, but it'd be really good if you could think of something. We can talk about it over dinner tomorrow night."

"Huh...what was that?" Maggie stuttered from behind a blink. 

"Dinner, tomorrow night."

"Dinner?"

"Yes, Maggie. Dinner. You, me, food. Dinner."

"You mean, like a date?"

"Exactly like a date." Maggie was powerless to resist the grinning blush which assaulted her face, showing her no mercy. 

"Is...is that allowed?"

"I'm a cop, not a therapist. The case is closed. The bad guys are behind bars. Now you can repay me by spending an evening pretending to laugh at my lousy jokes."

"Well I'll work on my laugh then. Make it some place nice. I'm high maintenance."

"Oh yeah? Are you worth it?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out, Detective."

"Jason." He said.

"Jason it is."

"I'll pick you up at seven."

"I'll wear something pretty."

"I look forward to it. See you then."

And with that, Maggie's day was made.

~~~The Fashionista~~~

Hellcat clearly hadn't thought this through.

After Detective Rowe had left, Maggie had decided to dance around happily for a few minutes, before getting back to work. She'd gone back to the pile of leotards on her bed, and finally selected a rather boring green one. It wasn't quite as snug as her homemade costume, but the cut was similar and the rear coverage was a bit more conservative.

After placing the ruined costume into a small backpack, she donned her mask, ears, gloves, and boots, and off she went. Up to the rooftop and out into the city. Hellcat was once again dancing over the moon, as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, bounding happily towards Jan's fashion studio downtown. Sure, she looked ridiculous, but tomorrow she'd have a professionally tailored costume and look like a real hero.

There was one tiny little problem, however, that she hadn't thought of before arriving. Hellcat had expected a trendy loft building, with fashionable red brick and fire escapes. She hadn't expected a glass spire downtown. The building was huge, and she hadn't yet been able to manage a jump anywhere close to that height. She couldn't think of a single way to get inside that building which wasn't breaking several laws. So...she opted for the traditional method.

That's what led Hellcat to be standing in her replacement leotard, with a mask and kitten ears, in the middle of a crowded lift. To say it was awkward was an understatement. When she'd stepped in the lift, she'd been greeted with looks of shock and amusement, and more than a few leers.

"Heh...laundry day. Would you mind pushing number 17, please?"

After the first few floors, Hellcat couldn't help but feel a bit amused by the by the people around her. Sure, she was a bit embarrassed by her appearance, but she was simply going to have to get used to that, and so was everyone else, for that matter.

"Oh, don't worry people, I'm not mental or anything. I'm a superhero."

Not one responded to this verbally, but she did notice herself gradually getting a bit more elbow room. All except for one clever fellow, who after a few moments of silence, piped in with the best charm he could muster.

"So, other than being gorgeous, what other super powers do you have?" Hellcat sighed. Yes, she supposed she'd have to get used to this as well.

"That's pretty much it. I just stand around looking pretty and hoping to catch douchebags." This earned a small round of stifled chuckles and smirks from other men and women in the lift.

"Oh, I like women with a bit of cheek."

"I'm sure we're all relieved."

"Seriously though, you're far too sexy to be coy about getting a few compliments." It was about that time that she felt his hand firmly grip her bum. She decided that was quite enough of that.

"Oh God, oh God, ow!"

"What? I'm a firm believer in equality of the sexes. If you can cop a feel, than so can I, don't you think?"

"Please...please let go of my balls!"

"Not until you say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry! I'm very sorry! So very sorry!"

"For..."

"For grabbing your ass! That was very...ACK...very rude of me!"

"It was, in fact; that's technically sexual assault. Being a hero and all, it's sort of my duty to turn you over to the authorities. It'd be very embarrassing for you. They put you on a very naughty list for that sort of thing."

"I'll never do it again, I swear. Please let go of me, Miss..."

"Hellcat."

"Miss Hellcat!"

"The Hellcat."

"Miss The Hellcat, The Miss Hellcat, whatever you want, just please let me go!"

"Don't be cheeky, this is very serious. Also apologise to all these nice men and women for being a pest."

"I'm so sorry everyone for being a pest! Please forgive me!" He managed through choked sobs, before Hellcat finally let him go, in which he collapsed to his knees, holding his poor pain-riddled testicles. 

"Apology accepted. Have a lovely day." She was no longer getting awkward stares from people. Now there were a few respectful and admiring nods.

"Seriously though, folks. It really is laundry day."

On the 17th floor, she stepped out of the lift, waving back at all the people wishing her a nice day. And one man leaning forward politely and saying "In all fairness, though, you are a strikingly lovely young woman."

"Oh," replied Hellcat, with a mild blush. "Well thank you very much, sir." Then leaning to view her assailant whom was still clutching himself, she added "See that? That's how to go about it properly."

A few moments later, after much exploring in long confusing hallways, and several strange looks, Hellcat finally found Jan's studio, and walked through the front door. At a desk was a slightly flushed receptionist touching up her make-up. Upon looking up from the desk, she looked up in surprise for a brief moment, before offering a bright and disarming smile.

"You must be The Hellcat."

"That's right. I believe Jan was expecting me?"

"Has she ever, she's been going on about her dashing and lovely saviour ever since the other night." The woman held out her hand to Hellcat.

"Amanda Quinn, pleasure to meet you."

Hellcat took her hand, and found herself having a very difficult time not taking instantly to Amanda. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled in a tight ponytail, with two fashionable strands escaping to draw attention to her face, which was beautiful. She had just the right amount of makeup to accentuate her soft features, and her pale blue eyes had a happy quality to them which drew Hellcat in instantly. 

Amanda had an easy charm to her which completely put Hellcat at ease. Within a matter of seconds, Hellcat wanted this woman to like her, and realised immediately why Jan had her sitting at the front desk.

"It's great to meet you, Amanda. You can drop the "The". Just "Hellcat"."

"Well Hellcat it is then. Sorry if I seem weird, you're my first superhero."

"Well, I don't look too super right now. I'm hoping Jan can help me with that."

"Oh, she absolutely can. She really is a genius. I took a job here making half of what I could at some other places, just because I've seen how brilliant she is. Besides, if you look like that in rags, then it's not going to take much to make you look super."

Hellcat eyes widened slightly with that. Was that a flirt? Had Amanda just flirted with her? Hellcat felt her heart flutter a bit, and a slight blush threatening to embarrass her yet again that day. Amanda, on her part, noticed Hellcat's reaction and looked horrified as if she'd just realised what she'd said.

"Oh my God, that was grossly inappropriate of me. I'm so sorry."

"What, no. That was... Coming from you? No, thank you, I'm flattered. I'm still a bit self-conscious walking around like this all day."

"Well you shouldn't be. But believe me, you get used to it." This earned a confused look from Hellcat, which Amanda answered without her having to ask. "Jan's still trying to gain her footing, so in order to save money; I also act as one of her models."

"Oh... Yeah, I have no trouble believing that." Hellcat risked a minor flirt back, and Amanda gave a playful smirk in reply.

"Come on, Jan's expecting you. I'll show you back." Amanda opened a door behind the desk, and ushered Hellcat through. She began leading Hellcat down a long hallway with dozens of sketches of beautiful clothing designs. Cocktail dresses, business wear, casual, active wear, lingerie, swimwear. Just about another you could imagine.




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 05



"Are all these hers?"

"Yes, lovely, aren't they?"

"Stunning, but doesn't she have a focus? It's a bit unusual to do everything, isn't it?"

"Oh, well like I said, she's still trying to establish herself. She's tried everything trying to find her niche, but she thinks she's finally found it." Then, Amanda leaned in, taking Hellcat's arm in her soft hands, and speaking in a low conspiratorial voice. "Actually, she's hoping you can help her out with that a bit."

"How do you mean?"

"Oh, don't worry. She's not going to ask you to do adverts or anything. She'll explain. Just... She's really great and she deserves a shot, so just keep an open mind, ok?"

"Yeah, of course I will." This earned her a dazzling smile from Amanda, and yes, she had perfect sparkling teeth. She finally opened a door marked 'studio' and led her into a large room. Hellcat wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't this. She felt liked she'd just walked into the set of a science fiction movie.

Hellcat saw several large wall mounted computer monitors. Some showing various designs in minute detail. Others were showing technical readouts of various other machines. There were three large machines with barrels of various threads and fabrics of every type and colour Hellcat could think of. Along the opposite wall, Hellcat could see dozens of racks of clothes for every occasion. The entire room was a soft shade of beige with tasteful art strung about the walls. The one contrasting feature was one small soft corner of the room. It was separated from everything else my soft diaphanous silky curtains. Inside was a round plush rug. On the rug was a comfortable drafting desk, and a high swivel chair, and there seated was Jan, drawing on a small tablet. 

What she was drawing was being displayed on a large wall mounted LCD monitor. Hellcat smiled in recognition that it was her - her costume, at least. 

"Jan? Our hero has arrived."

Jan looked up from her desk, and squinted for a moment, before reaching down and putting on her fashionable glasses, and then upon recognising Hellcat she gave a genuine smile. When last she'd seen Jan, it had been in a dark alley and she'd looked roughed up and panicked. Seeing her in this light, Hellcat was struck by her elegant beauty. 

Jan wore a light brown, knee length skirt which flared softly near the hem. A brown leather belt secured the smart beige short sleeved blouse, which was light enough to just barely offer a teasing hint of the lacey demi-cup bra she wore underneath.

Her auburn hair was done up in a loose bun, and like Amanda, had two carefully placed loose tendrils which framed her face, and brought attention to her eyes. Hellcat tried to see the colour of her eyes, but light reflected off her glasses, and made them hard to see clearly. 

In one instant they were emerald green, then as light glared off of the frames, they appeared aqua blue, then hazel and even violet once. Hellcat kept trying to figure it out, trying to tell what colour her eyes were, but couldn't get the hand of it. Jan finally snapped her out of her revelry, by speaking.

"Hellcat, I'm so glad you came. I've been looking forward to repaying you for the other night."

Jan came and gave Hellcat a warm hug, which she returned. The perfume Jan was wearing filled her nostrils and tickled her nose in a beautiful way. She couldn't place the scent, but it was heavenly. Everything about Jan seemed too measured and perfect. Hellcat began to feel more awkward at her absurd appearance and it must've showed.

"Oh, don't worry about all that. I'm soon going to have you be the envy of the whole superhuman community. I've got some really exciting ideas for your costume. The latest in smart fabrics, tailor fit for that incredible body of yours, and I even have an inventor associate of mine working on a few things for you."

"Wow, Jan, that's a lot, I didn't expect you to go to all this trouble."

"Oh no, my dear. This isn't trouble. You, Hellcat, have been my muse. My inspiration. You're going to be my masterpiece. Allow me to explain." Jan draped her arm behind Hellcat's back, and began guiding her into the workshop section of the studio. Hellcat glanced behind her at Amanda, whom followed behind. For a split second, she thought she noticed Amanda quick glancing up from Hellcat's bum, but she might've been seeing things, and Amanda merely gave her an encouraging smile.

"As you may have noticed from the sketches in the hallway," began Jan, "I've had a bit of trouble finding my niche in the fashion world. I've dabbled in a bit of everything trying to find something that I could really sink my teeth into. Because of you, I think I've found it."

"I think I see where this is going," chimed Hellcat. "Superheroes."

"Exactly! Just think of it. Jan Flynn, Super Fashion Designer! Granted, it's not a very large market, but once my name gets around, I could branch out into far more profitable areas based on name recognition alone. I might even pick a moniker myself. The Fashionista!"

Hellcat couldn't help but become amusedly swept up in Jan's enthusiasm. 

"And what's my role in all of this?"

"Don't worry my dear, Hellcat, I'm not asking you to appear on billboards or magazine adverts. Your role is to simply look stunning, which you do so effortlessly."

"I'll say." This from Amanda, whom blushed furiously when they both turned around with questioning looks. "S...sorry."

"Yes..." continued Jan, trying to find her rhythm again. "All you have to do - and I beg you to do this one small thing for me, Hellcat - just...carry some of my cards. I'm not asking you to hand them out, but if anyone comments on your costume, and they seem to like it, just give them my name and my card. Word of mouth. That's all I ask. I'm confident that my work will speak for itself."

"Well that doesn't seem like you're asking much. I probably would've done that anyway."

"Oh, Hellcat, thank you!" Cried Jan, and pulled Hellcat into another deep hug. "You're not going to regret this."

Jan and Amanda both seemed to be thrilled, and Hellcat couldn't help feel the same. 

"Now then. First step, to get you properly measured." 

Amanda then walked up and put her arm around Hellcat's shoulder. "Get ready to have your socks blown off."

Five minutes later, Hellcat was standing in what she could only describe as a big tank. A large cylinder with dim violet lighting on the interior. The top of the tank rose several meters above her head, and was more than wide enough for her to lay down stretched out. Jan and Amanda had led her into the tank and positioned her in the centre.

"What is this?" asked Hellcat.

"This, my dear, is what we're going to use for your measurements." 

"What happened to measuring tape?"

"The same thing that happened to video tape, my dear. The 21st century. Look at the walls. You see those little honeycomb designs?"

Hellcat nodded.

"In each one of those, is a tiny laser, which will measure every inch of your body to the nanometre. We'll have you stand in a few different poses so you can be measured in each one. Once we have everything we need, we'll plug It into a computer and run a few simulations, so the system can determine how your body moves. Once we have that, it'll calculate the perfect measurements for your body, based upon the various positions. It's the next generation in technology for professional sporting equipment." 

"That's amazing. This must've cost you a fortune."

"Oh, believe me, it did. Fortunately, I have a wealthy investor who shares my sense of vision."

"Lucky you. I wish I had an investor."

"Why Hellcat, dear. That's exactly what I'm doing right now. Investing in you. Now then. That suit you're wearing, is that the exact cut you want?"

"Well, no..."

"Good, it's hideous. All function, no form. It looks like it was made for a gymnast. Do you trust my sense of fashion?"

"Of course."

"Good, I'll make something that's functional, but accentuates your form a bit more. Sexy but not slutty. Now then. If you'll just remove that, we can get on with this, and I'll make something from scratch. I already have several desi..."

"Hang on. You want me take off my tights?"

"Yes dear."

"Um...I'm not actually wearing anything underneath."

"I know. I can tell. Don't worry; you'll have complete privacy in the booth. Besides, I have models in and out of here all the time. It's nothing I haven't seen hundreds of times before."

Hellcat snuck a quick glance over towards Amanda, whom was blushing furiously, and looking everywhere but at Hellcat. She then looked back at Jan, whom was waiting with her hand out, starring at Hellcat expectantly. Hellcat finally let out an exasperated sigh and began unfastening her leotard and peeling off her body.

"Way more people have seen bits and pieces of me this week than I'm accustomed to."

"And yet the world spins on, my dear. Remarkable."

"You're lucky that I like you," said Hellcat, grumbling, as she slid the leotard down her legs, stepped out and tossed it to Jan. She caught Amanda's eye, saw her biting her lip while glancing at Hellcat out of the corner of her eye. This bolstered Hellcat, and she stood with her hands on her side cocked hips. "Happy?"

"Yes. Finally we can get on with it." With that, Jan and Amanda exited the tank, and shut the door behind her. For a few moments, Hellcat was alone in the dimly lit tank, before Jan's voice came over an intercom.

"Now, this process takes a bit, so we've taken a few steps to make you feel more comfortable. A little aroma therapy and some nature sounds." With that, sounds of gentle waves washing over a beach soothed into Hellcat's ears. She loved the beach. Next, a sweet and slightly musky scent filled her nose. It was familiar, but hard to place. Not very strong, but just a subtle hint. She felt relaxed instantly.

"Now we're going to measure you in a few different poses, to get accurate measurements of your body's movement. First, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, arms at your side. Back straight, chin up, please."

"You said there were lasers, should I have goggles or something? Or close my eyes?"

"No need, dear. These are retinal friendly. All you'll see are bright colours."

Hellcat assumed the position, and waited. Nothing happened. She was about to ask if everything was alright, than in an instant her world was a wash of bright rapidly changing colours. Green, then a flash which turned to a deep blue, then a flash which turned into red, then on and on, shifting haphazardly though a wide spectrum of light.

Hellcat couldn't close her eyes. The beauty of captured her completely. The lights, the sound, the scent, she felt herself relax completely. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, but it abruptly stopped. Hellcat snapped out of it. She felt relaxed, calm, and content. This wasn't so bad after all. 

"Lovely Hellcat. Now same position, except your arms folded behind the small of your back, please."

Hellcat felt a bit silly and awkward at this point. She was standing naked, save for her mask and ears, in some absurd lightshow laser tank, being scanned. What was wrong with simpler measuring tape? Again Hellcat waited, and then the lights flashing, shifting, and dancing in front of her eyes, behind her eyes, everywhere she could sense. She wasn't sure how long it took; she just knew that it was beautiful, so she didn't mind waiting.

When the lights finally stopped, Hellcat realised how foolish she'd been to feel awkward standing in here in the nude. She was alone. It was no different than her walking around her own apartment in the nude. No one could see her, could they?

"Ok, got it. Now can you crouch down in you haunches, arms straight up, please, Hellcat?"

Hellcat squatted down and stretched her arms above her head. She felt oddly curious about if she were actually being watched or not.

"Are there cameras in here or something?"

"No, Hellcat. You have complete privacy. We just have sensors that tell us when you're in the right position."

"Oh, ok." That all seemed perfectly plausible to Hellcat. She didn't understand the way this technology worked. She didn't have Molly's knack for gizmos like this. She smiled at the thought of Molly. Just yesterday, she'd had Molly's tongue sliding up her wet slit, flicking rapidly over her swollen clit. The memory of Molly's face between her thighs made her quiver in delight. Maybe she'd be able to call Molly tonight. Invite her over again to repay the favour.

Then the lights flashed again. The noises of nature were different this time. Voices chanting something. Gregorian monks perhaps? No, they weren't singing. She couldn't make out the words, they were feminine, but it didn't really matter. Everything was so beautiful, so sexy, so relaxing. Hellcat felt so comfortable. Then suddenly they stopped.

"Ok Hellcat. Same position, except knees down, hands folded behind your head."

As Hellcat dropped to her knees and folded her hands behind her head, she lingered on the thought of repaying the favour to Molly. What would she taste like? How wet would Molly get? What noises would Molly make as she snaked her tongue deep into Molly's moistened pussy to taste her arousal in its fullness. Would she cry out as Hellcat flicked her swollen clit with her tongue? Would she whimper and moan as Hellcat took it between her lips and flicked it roughly?

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Hellcat thought about her position that she was in. Kneeling with her hands behind her head. It felt so wickedly submissive. She shivered at the thought of kneeling in front of Molly like that. Molly looking down on her, the lust in her eyes as Hellcat offered her body to Molly for the taking. Hellcat felt her nipples tensing at the thought of Molly taking her by the hair, and pulling her roughly in her dripping sex, forcing Hellcat to please her.

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Or maybe Jason, her sexy detective. Would he want her like this? Submissive, exposed, wanton, begging? She could almost feel his hard blue eyes grazing over her body, looking at what she was offering him. No, not offering, but being taken. What he was claiming as his own. Her body. His to use.

"Very good, Hellcat. Now the same position again, except your arms crossed at the wrists, behind your back."

Hellcat obeyed. Yes, that was it. He was a cop. He had handcuffs. Would he use them on her? Would he fasten her wrists behind her back so she was helpless to his hands exploring her, groping her, claiming her? Mauling her breasts, gripping her throat, pulling her hair, slapping her arse, gripping her thighs, scraping her back with his fingernails. She couldn't help but moan out load. Would he do what Molly had done? Would he take her by the hair and force her to please him?

Would he shove his cock onto her mouth and make her suck him? Would he grip her face and use her mouth to please himself? The smooth skin of his rod sliding between her moist lips, invading her willing mouth deeply again and again. Would he make her swallow his satisfaction, or would she feel it splash hotly onto her face as he grunted his out his orgasm?

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Very good, Hellcat. Now hands and knees on the floor. Face forward. And try arching your back a bit, dear."

Hellcat immediately dropped forward to her hands and arched her back invitingly. Her knees where apart and she thrust her arse into the air. She felt as though she were on fire. Would this how Jason would want her? Would her take her like this? Would he stand behind her, taking in the sight of her firm young arse and dripping wet pussy? Would he look upon what was his with lust filled eyes?

Would he roughly grab her by the hips and thrust his hard cock deep inside of her? Would she feel his thick and rigid masculinity roughly penetrate her, deep inside her soft wet femininity? Would she feel the soft flesh of her pussy give way to his rock hard lust? Would he slowly slide in and out again; let her languish in the sensations of every curve and ridge of his delicious cock? No, she decided, he wouldn't make love to her, he'd fuck her. He'd pummel in and out of her quivering quim roughly, almost violently. He'd use her sex for his satisfaction, feeling his toned pelvis slam against her backside again and again, as he hammered her repeatedly to the hilt.

He'd pull her hair roughly, controlling her body with his. The slapping of flesh, the smell of sex, the sounds of animalistic grunts and growls of passion as he fulfilled his own desires, and then at the last second, he'd pull out and...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Very good, Hellcat, we're almost done. I want you to lie on your back, knees up, legs spread, arms above your head. Also, arch your back. Always arch your back."

Hellcat quickly flipped over, because this is how she'd want it. She'd want to watch him. Jason looming over her. He'd be flushed and sweaty, panting from exertion. His cock, jutting out defiantly from his body and still glistening from her ravished cunt. She'd want to watch him kneeling over her, and stroke his cock a few short moments before his hot seed sprayed over her stomach and breasts.

Hellcat couldn't help herself, her hand lowered to her dripping pussy and she began to rapidly jill herself as she was completely consumed in her perverse fantasy. Her fingers immediately soaked by her own arousal as her fingers sank into her own desperate pussy. It wouldn't take long, she was so close. So very close, she could feel her orgasm building, just one more...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"I'm terribly sorry, Hellcat. There was something wrong with that one. We'll have to do it again. Just give me a few moments to reset."

Hellcat blinked a few times, as she realised that her fingers were buried inside her own dripping pussy. She was sweat soaked and panting heavily. She was so close, though. She could feel the orgasm smouldering inside of her, begging to come out.

Quickly she began fingering herself again, desperately. Jan...The Fashionista, she had called herself, she said there were no cameras in here, so Hellcat gave into her lust completely. What if she had lied? What if she were being watched right now? A moan escaped her lips at the thought.

Why bother with the cameras? What if they were standing over her, watching her frig herself like the wanton slut that she was? That's exactly what she was. A dirty little slut. Hellcat pictured the look on Amanda and the Fashionista face as they stood over her. They'd look down at her with disapproval written on their faces, that The Hellcat couldn't keep her hand out of her pussy for a few minutes.

They would be able to smell her lust, hear the sounds or her sex. They would see the desperation in her eyes. She was close, her orgasm was right there, just right...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Hellcat, there was a problem again. You're not being naughty in there, are you? Now stop misbehaving. Be a good kitten, do what I tell you, and you'll get a treat."

Hellcat whimpered as she pulled her hand away from herself. Her legs were trembling and her breath was shallow and laboured. She could smell the sex on her fingers. She wanted to cum so badly. This was her only chance. She simply had to...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Hellcat blinked as she came to, to the vision of Jan and Amanda standing over her sex crazed body. She was frozen in panic. What would they think of her? Amanda looked down in stunned disbelief, but the look of desire in her eyes was impossible to miss. Jan, on the other hand, had a triumphant sneer, as though a lioness looking down at her prey.

"Very good, Kitten. We have all we need. Now I did promise you a treat, didn't I?" Said Jan, as she slowly pulled her skirt up over her legs, all the way to her waist, revealing her glorious lack of knickers. "Mannequin, keep her occupied, would you?" 




The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 05



Amanda walked slowly around Hellcat, and dropped to her knee in between Hellcat's pulled up legs. She leaned forward, her eyes locked on Hellcat's pulsating sex. She leaned forward slowly, her tongue extended, and slowly slid it torturously between Hellcat's swollen lips.

Hellcat threw her head back and let loose a throaty moan. She was so close, but Amanda wasn't bringing her all the way. She was teasing Hellcat even more, keeping her just on the edge, no further. Hellcat opened her eyes, ready to beg, but her eyes were filled with the vision of equally aroused pussy just inches above her face. The sweet scent of Jan's sex assaulted her and all Hellcat could do was moan in desperation.

"I said you'd get a treat, didn't I?"

"Yesss."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Fashionista."

"Are you going to be a good little sex kitten, and lick The Fashionista's pussy?"

"Yes Fashionista."

"Say it!"

"Yes Fashionista. I'll be a good little sex kitten and lick your pussy."

With that, Jan lowered her dripping cunt onto Hellcat's face with a wicked laugh, and began grinding roughly onto her. Hellcat instantly stretched her tongue out, sliding it into Jan's sweet tasting cunt.

"Mannequin. Keep her motivated."

As Hellcat desperately tongue fucked Jan, she could feel Amanda's wickedly teasing tongue giving her brief flicks in her hypersensitive clit. Hellcat emitted a serious of tortured squeals as she was kept on the very edge or release.

"Mmmm, Kitten, your tongue is perfect." Said Jan as she shifted her position slightly over Hellcat. "Now be a dear and lick my clit. Take it between your lips, flick it rapidly, and make The Fashionista cum."

Hellcat did as she was told. She could feel Jan's desire dripping down her own face as she slid her lips over Jan's exposed clit, and slid her tongue over it. She could feel Jan tense and quiver around her, and heard her throaty moan turn into a cry of pleasure as Hellcat's tongue began to dance over it rapidly.

"Yes, that's it. You're being so good, Kitten. So very good for The Fashionista. I'm going to let Amanda please you more, but you're not allowed to cum until I tell you. Do not cum, Kitten. I'm commanding you not to cum until I tell you to do so."

A moment later, Hellcat felt Amanda assault her pussy with everything she had, and was overwhelmed. Amanda's lips sucked tightly on Hellcat's pulsing clit and her tongue swirled around it from all sides, flicking it roughly. She felt Amanda roughly pummel her with two fingers, one slightly hooked as it stroked along her g-spot with every swift stroke.

Hellcat squealed wildly, completely losing herself in the tumult of pleasure which assaulted every sense she possessed. All at once, she could hear Jan screaming in the throes of pleasure as the orgasm washed over her, and almost before she was done screaming, she had rose to her feet.

"Mannequin, enough." She said, breathlessly, and immediately, Amanda rose to her feet, leaving Hellcat on the floor as a quivering trembling mess. Hellcat spun around, prepared to beg if she had to, but Jan stopped her before she could even get a word out.

"Silence Kitten. Don't speak. Position 4."

Immediately, without thought, Hellcat kneeled before Jan, her knees bent outward, and her hands behind her head, and her heaving breasts thrust outward on display. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the built up tension. She held her breath, she dared not breathe, otherwise the sheer force of will keeping her orgasm at bay might fade, and she'd fail The Fashionista.

"That was so very good, Kitten." Said Jan, adjusting her skirt. "I think you'll be a wonderful addition to our family. Amanda, let's give her some privacy." And with that, they walked to the door of the tank. Hellcat's heart sank with the realisation that they were going to leave her like this, but then Jan spoke.

"Oh, and Kitten." Hellcat looked up at her submissively. "Cum. Now."

Hellcat threw back her head as her world exploded in ecstasy. She let loose an ear shattering scream as every ounce of tension in her body exploded into the most mind blowing orgasm over her life. She was overwhelmed as little ripples of electricity course through her body like a tsunami and shook her too her core. She saw stars dancing before her eyes as she felt her mind fading in the bliss. She never heard the door to the tank shut, so lost in rapture was she. She felt as though she was going to black out when...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Wake up, sleep head"

Hellcat stirred from her apparent sleep and got to her feet. "Sorry, I must've fallen asleep or something" Hellcat checked herself out, and there was no signs of anything wrong. No signs that anything had happened. Her hair wasn't messed up. There were no telling scents in the air. It had been a dream. Just a strange and intensely erotic dream. She had been thinking her libido had just been over active because of her recent changes, but this was getting out of hand. She had to do something about this.

"Yes, you must have. I understand you probably work nights, but you really do need to take care of yourself, Hellcat. Go into a fight drowsy, and you could get seriously hurt."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Can I come out now?"

The door to the chamber opened, and Hellcat walked back out into the room to see Jan sitting at a computer. Hellcat walked up and peeked over her shoulder, seeing a 3D rendering of what would become her new professional costume.

"This is just a basic design. I think you'll love how it turns out. It'll be made with a new super-age fabric will blow your tights off. ...Whenever you decide to put them on again."

Hellcat just then realised she was still undressed. She became angry with herself on several different levels at that moment. Firstly, that she was out of it enough to not realise she was standing around naked. Secondly, that it didn't seem to upset her much when it was brought to her attention. Finally, because she wasn't looking for her clothes, she was standing around looking dumb while she was trying to figure out what she should do about it. Hellcat decided that she desperately needed a nap.

"Your tights are on the hanger, next to the measuring tube. You can go ahead and get dressed, sweetie."

Thankful that at least Jan's brain was still working, Hellcat went over to the chamber and began getting dressed. "You said you'd have it ready tomorrow?"

"That's right. Amanda is measuring and sectioning off the cloth now. We'll map out the dye patterns when she gets back, then dye it and let it dry overnight. Tomorrow morning I'll section it out then sew it up. I should have it ready in the afternoon. I'll ring you up to come in and do a final fitting, and then you'll be on your way."

"Jan, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me."

"Oh, don't be silly. I'm excited to do it! This isn't an altruistic act on my part; anyway, you're going to be my billboard. People will look at you and say 'She looks amazing!' and you'll say 'It's all thanks to Jan Flynn!'"

Hellcat laughed. "That sounds like a good deal to me."

Hellcat made her pleasant goodbyes and took another incredibly awkward trip down the lift, where she was finally able to travel home in her preferred method. Leaping across rooftops. While running, she thought on her recent behaviour. She was a young and healthy woman, with the sex drive that can be expected from a young and healthy woman, but since her recent change, things had been spiralling out of control.