9 comments/ 21406 views/ 22 favorites The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 01 By: NaughtyIrishGirl Part I: The Beginning ((This is the story of the adventures of Maggie Malone, a college journalist, and gymnast, whom becomes a super heroine. The characters in this story are original to me, but many are inspired by characters from various comic books, and from people whom I've met in the City of Heroes MMORPG.)) ((This is my first story posted on Literotica, and it's an origin story. As such, these first chapters, won't be as heavy on the steamy, kinky, deviant, super-sex as the latter chapters will be. Sue me, I like story development. Bare with me, and please be gentle when commenting. It's my first time ;)) ((I hope you all enjoy my story.)) Chapter 1: A Very bad day Maggie Malone was having a very bad day. It had all started off so well. She had woken up from a delightfully sordid dream about The Enforcer. One of Empire City's toughest and roughest super heroes. About his rough hands touching her. Ripping her clothes off her body. Pinning her arms behind her back, as she felt his cock roughly slide into her. Stretching out her moist slit as he roughly ravished her into submission. She'd woken up in heat. A sheen of sweat coating her breathless body. The covers bunched up and wrapped up around her body as she writhed in her sleep. She woke up feeling on fire, and wasn't even fully awake, as she slid on hand under her sleep shirt, grasping her own breast, and rolling a swollen and sensitive nipple underneath her thumb, as her other hand slid into the waist band of her cotton boyshort knickers. They were already wet with her arousal as she explored the folds of her longing pussy. She wasn't in a teasing mood. She wanted to cum. She plunged two ringers inside of her quivering slit, and frigged herself rapidly, pinching her nipple, as she recalled the sensations her subconscious had gifted her with. Strong, rough hands groping her, fondling her, claiming her, as the thick rigid cock thrust in and out of her again and again. Filling her so completely. She came with a breathless grunt. Shuddering and writhing on her sweaty bed sheets. It wasn't the greatest orgasm ever, but it'd be enough to get her through the day. She took a shower, and her apartment's water was running hot, and stayed that way will she was clean. The water temperature was normally one of her greatest foes, but rent controlled apartments in her price range, within walking distance of Crown State University were so rare, that she accepted it with grim perseverance. Clad only in a towel, she had a quick breakfast of Coffee and toast. The coffee was perfect, and the toast was crisp. She sat down and checked the forums of her favourite superhero fan site. Empire City had 23 known superheroes operating within the city, and she loved reading about their exploits. Seemed that it had been a slow night, but that was typical for Thursdays. The villains usually wanted to take a night in before weekends. Save up their energy for a little chaos. There was a couple of interesting tid-bits, though. The Amazon was rumoured to be dating the mysterious Night Devil. That's a match-up she'd never expect in a hundred years. That had to be a false alarm right there, or some prankster trying to see how much traction it would gain. There was another posting, saying that The Sparrow, one of Maggie's favourite heroines, had been missing for a few days now. She was probably just recovering from a nasty fight she recently had with The Hammer, one of the city's many, many, many super-thugs. He was generally considered to be a nuisance with the hero community. One of those villains that showed up, went on a rampage downtown for a few minutes, before a random hero would swoop down and clean his clock. Lately though, The Hammer had been getting better, stronger, putting up more of a fight. Maggie hoped the Sparrow would get better soon, and get back out onto the street. There wasn't anything about The Enforcer, though, Maggie's daily crush, so she shrugged and got dressed, and headed out for the gym. Her morning gymnastics practice went brilliantly. She was the odds on favourite in the upcoming state college finals, and after her morning routines, she was brimming with confidence. After practice, she had her morning communications course, and then went to the CSU student newspaper to turn in her story about an alarming shortage in the student services department. It was going to cause a storm of hellfire, but her editor, Terry, encouraged her to publish it, saying that a good reporter had to be fearless. She nodded to herself. That was her. Fearless. Right... It wasn't that Maggie was fearless, it was because she was impulsive. She was constantly acting without thinking. Her curiosity and impulsiveness had gotten into a lot of trouble in the past, but she'd always been able to get out of it before. "Mags, before you go, I've got a story I'd like you to look into." Maggie spun around with a grin on her face. That was fast. She was worried that she'd have to do research a few days, then pitch a story. "You familiar with Hooker Park?" Hooker park, otherwise known as "Hook-Up Park", was an overgrown park on the outskirts of Empire City. It was a common place for college kids to go and get a little crazy. Well known for wild parties and anonymous sexual hook-ups. She'd herself been a few times, but had never gone as far as some of the other kids have. "Nope, never heard of it." "Riiiight" said Terry, with a smirk on his face. "Rumour has it, that the cops are investigating a series of disappearances in the area. Odds are, that some co-eds just fell in love, and decided to run off with some homeless musicians, but just in case, if you're willing, I'd like you to look into it." "Sure, I suppose I could do that." ~~~~ Why, oh why, had she agreed to that. She knew why, though. Curiosity. Impulsiveness. It was a mystery, and Maggie couldn't resist a mystery. In retrospect...oh, how Maggie hated that phrase. It always made her feel stupid. In this case, it made her feel even more stupid. "What was I thinking?!" She thought to herself. "Hey, Mags. Why don't you go running about some overgrown forest, in the middle of the night, to see if you can find out why women are going missing, whilst walking through an overgrown forest in the middle of the night." Maggie rolled her eyes. "Nope" she thought. "No potential problems with that plan." ~~~~ After making a few calls, Maggie had determined that four women had indeed gone missing in the area. She submitted a request with ECPD to get her hands on the police reports, but that would take 48 to 72 hours to get a hold of, so she decided the best thing to do, was a little old fashioned investigative journalism. After all, it was Friday night! After her evening practice at the gym, she went home and showered. She had to admit, that she was proud of her body. Years of gymnastics had toned her body well. Her breasts had come in nicely enough, but stayed modest at barely a full C-cup. Her bright red hair barely reached her shoulders, and her bright green eyes, and a smattering of freckles dancing across her cheeks and nose gave her a cute and elfish look about her. Her face gave her an innocent look which she was often able to use to her advantage. As Maggie walked back into her modest bedroom, she let the towel fall away from her body, and started getting ready for the night's adventure. She found her flashlight and her small compact camera, and made sure the night time setting worked well. She grabbed a pair of comfy cotton panties, and a sports bra, then paused with a smirk on her face. "Well...maybe...just in case" She tossed the sensible undies aside, and found a sheer red thong and demi-cup bra combination and put them on instead. "Who knows... I might run into The Enforcer investigating as well" She giggled and admired herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw, but decided that running through a forest at night would require something a bit more practical on top. She pulled in a pair of snug jeans, and a snug t-shirt, and a short denim jacket. She slid her camera into the inside pocket of the jacket, and shoved her cell phone and flashlight into her back pockets, and she started out. She neglected to tell anyone where she was going, because...after all...that'd be a good idea. ~~~~ Maggie was beginning to get bored. At first she was having a blast. This place was every bit the sex pit that she'd heard it was. She'd seen two couple skinny dipping in a pond. She watched from safety for a bit. The couple on the shore were setting together, watching the couple in the water. The man had waded up behind the woman, and had his arms around her. One hand fondling her breasts, while the other hand, below the water line, was obviously playing with something else, if the woman's approving moans were any indication. The woman on shore slide down her man, and slipped her mouth around his growing cock, and started sucking him. Maggie was tempted to stay and touch herself, but forced herself to carry on. She had a job to do, after all. Then there were the three girls going at it like animals in a field. They were all completely naked. One woman's head was in between the thighs of another, who's head was thrown back in ecstasy. The third was lying next to the first, massaging her breasts, and encouraging the second woman. They weren't going to any trouble to keep quiet, and in fact, when they noticed Maggie, they seemed even more aroused. They invited her to come get a better look, but Maggie flushed and mumbled some nonsense about looking for some friends and turn and ran. She heard one of them call out something about making new friends, then laughter, then more moaning. There were a couple of other couples making out here and there, but nothing terribly disturbing. Still though, she was tired, sore, and nursing a few scraps from an argument she'd gotten into with a thorn bush. She was also terribly aroused. Perhaps it was time to go home, take a shower, lay down on her bed, and have some quality time with Buzz the Vibrator. That's when she heard the footsteps behind her. She whirled around just in time to see the cloaked figure. He was inches away from her, holding an outstretched hand. She could hear him blow, feel his breath, feel powder sprinkle across her face. She tried to scream, but everything became so dark, so quiet, there was nothing. Now Maggie was here. Bound naked and spread eagle, on a stone alter, with hooded chanting figures circled around her. This might've not have been the first time that Maggie Malone had been tied up, spread eagle, to a table, but it was certainly the first time, she'd been so, for the purposes of some deranged magic ritual. At first she was terrified. She instinctually feared that she was going to be gang raped by these lunatics. They didn't do anything, though. They just sat crouched around her, chanting. It had been hours now. The panic had subsided, but the fear had not. She desperately tried to think rationally. "Ok..." she thought "I didn't tell anyone where I was going. That might've been a mistake." Then it dawned on her, that her editor, Terry, at the CSU student paper had set her on the assignment that lead her here. "Terry isn't stupid! He'll know what's going on when I don't show up in the morning! Wait...Saturday morning. Shit!" Suddenly, the chanting got stronger. More intense. She looked around and saw a hooded figure walking into the room, carrying what appeared to be an incense burner. Crimson smoke billowed from it. She could smell the sweet aroma as he drew near to her, and began waving the burner above her bound body. As the mist of smoke began to drift from the burner, it seemed to descend upon her. It swirled and enshrouded her bound form. She looked to her right, and saw one of the figures chanting rise to his feet, and slowly approach her. That's when she started to tingle. She felt it first, in the nape of her neck, but it quickly spread. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it felt rather good. Like a thousand lips gently kissing her exposed flesh. Every inch, every part. Her body was bathed in gentle, teasing kisses... "Wait!" she thought in alarm. "Is this turning me on? What the hell is wrong with me? How can this be... The incense!" She thought with alarm. The crimson mist of the incense swirled around her body, caressing her. It must've been the incense making her feel...so...sexy. The kisses had been joined by hands and tongue, massaging her, licking her, suckling her. She felt It everywhere at once. On her arms, her back, her stomach, her thighs, her breasts, her clit...oh, her clit. She could feel her pussy growing wet and quivering from the otherworldly sensations. Fingers exploring her. Lips sucking her nipples, tongues flicking them, teeth nibbling on them, fingers rolling them around. Yer clit was being flicked by a hundred tongues, fingers were exploring deep inside her drenched slit. She looked down, but not a single hand was upon her. The figures just remained kneeling. Chanting, watching, watching as the mist brought her closer and closer to that sweet orgasm. She tried to fight it, but she couldn't. The sensations were maddening. Over powering. She lay bound to the table, writing in pleasure and agony. Her mind was on fire. She only cared about the orgasm. She desperately needed the release. She couldn't fight it, she didn't want to fight it. She desperately wanted to surrender to it. Her eyes open, she saw the hooded figure whom had risen standing over her. He pulled a jewelled dagger from his robes and held it above her, the chanting reaching a fevered pitch. She was scared. She didn't want to die. She didn't want...want...she wanted to cum so badly. What was wrong with her? She couldn't think. She couldn't focus. She couldn't be scared. There was just the sensations. The beautiful sensations. She writhed on the table, screaming in ecstasy. It came. The orgasm roared through her like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Like a flood of unspeakable pleasure, it washed through her, she lost herself in the moment. She was barely conscious as the dagger plunged down...then time stood still...and there was blackness. Maggie Malone was having a very bad day. (Don't worry! Maggie's not dead. It'd be a pretty lousy origin story, if I killed off the main character straight away, now wouldn't it? Please feel free to vote and comment, I look forward to hearing your feedback. Part 2 is already underway.) The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 02 ((Previously, in the Adventures of The Hellcat. Intrepid college newspaper reporter, Maggie Malone, is sent by her editor to look into disappearances in an area known as Hooker Park. While stumbling through the woods in the dead of night, she's captured by strange men, whom plan to use her as a human sacrifice! Maggie blacked out just as the dagger plummeted downward!)) ((This is the second chapter in the on-going adventures of The Hellcat. A character of my own creation. This is the final part of her origin. I know many of you genre fans out there may get disappointed that she's not running about, flashing her arse, in skin tight spandex yet, but as a consolation, I've left the poor girl nude for almost the entire story. I hope you'll accept this as my apology for being OCD about basic character development.)) ((I'd like to extend a special thanks to Duke1951, whose devastatingly sexy Batgirl series helped motivate me to write my own series, and whose advice and support helped spur me on to get my fingers out of my knickers, and onto a keyboard. Without his proof reading and editing skills, this story would have been a huge embarrassment.)) ((So here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy.)) Chapter 2: The Pact ~~~~ Maggie awoke, with a fright, to find herself laying nude in a forest clearing. It wasn't Hooker Park, the forest she'd been running through the night before. It was a beautiful forest. The grass and the leaves, were emerald green. The sun was shining down warmly across her skin, and a cool breeze wafted gently over her body. She basked in the feeling for a few minutes, noting that she was still recovering from the most amazing orgasm of her life. She was clean. She felt fine. Not a sore muscle in her body. She felt amazing. She realized that she should be alarmed, by what seemed to be such dramatic change, but she felt oddly calm...and oddly enough, still a bit aroused. She lay back in the grass, and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight on her skin. Where was she? What had happened in the dungeon? It's dingy, dusty aroma. It's dark fire lit walls, scorched from countless torches. The dampness that made sweat cling to her, as she had be bound, naked, to the alter. The terrible mad men, and that mysterious hooded fiend with the knife, poised wickedly above her helpless form, as she writhed in ecstasy from that strange magical incense. It simply no longer mattered. She felt peaceful. Calm. Tranquil, relaxed. She decided this must be heaven. "Oh well," she thought. "I supposed I can get used to this." Her hand rose up to gently caress her breasts as she sighed with contentment. Then she heard a rustling. She looked up, and saw a cat sitting on the ground just a few feet from her. She raised herself up to her elbows and smiled at the animal. "Hello kitty" she said. "Hello girly" it said back. Now this, indeed, startled Maggie. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the cat, slowly walking towards her, and it stared right back. "Did...did you just say 'hello'"? "I sure did." The cat replied "What's the matter? Never had a cat talk to you before?" "Erm...can't say that I have, no" "I'll make this easier on you, then" The cat stood on its hind legs, and then gradually began to form into the shape of a woman. A beautiful woman...almost. She retained her tail, her ears, her eyes, and whiskers. Her face was humanesque, save for the bright yellow cat eyes peeking out behind her long lashes, and thin whiskers above her mouth, which had a wicked grin. She maintained a light grey fur, short, which gave her body a velvety sheen. She stood tall above the still sitting Maggie, gloriously nude. Large firms breasts, standing proudly on her chest. Rounded hips on which her delicate looking fingers rested. Her legs were long and toned, and her tail swished playfully back and forth. She was now standing right in front of Maggie, looking down at her. Close enough, for Maggie to smell her scent. It was alluring, like sandalwood, only sweeter. It took Maggie a few moments to regain her composure. She was awestruck by this sculptured goddess standing above her. She had to resist the urge to reach out and touch this creature. She was aroused and intimidated all at the same time. "Yeah..." she finally managed to say. "This is much easier for me." The cat merely chuckled and crouched low, looking at Maggie intently, with that same grin on her face. "Let me guess...you're confused. You have a thousand questions. So many, that you can't decide which to ask first." "Nailed it." Maggie said, taking a deep breath. "Thought so. We've got a lot to discuss, girly, so I'll give you three." "Ok..." said Maggie "Who, or what, are you?" "What is easier. I have way too many names, and you can't pronounce most of them with your human noises. I'm a goddess." "Heh" Maggie chuckled. "You got that right." The cat lady giggled playfully, and sat on her knees in front of Maggie. "Goddess, is the easiest way to describe what I am, to you. I'm an inter-dimensional, inter-plainer sentient being, whom has great powers by your human standards. You can't conceive my true nature, any more than an ant can conceive yours. I don't mean to be patronizing, girly, but that's the physics of it. I simply exist on levels, which, the human mind isn't designed to perceive." Maggie blinked a few times. "Gotcha...thanks for clearing that all up." The cat lady giggled playfully and swatted Maggie's knee, gently "That's why I opened with goddess. You can just call me Bastet. I think some of your humans used to call me that, back when I played around on your planet. That was ages ago, though." "Bastet? Gotcha. I can do Bastet. So...where am I? What's going on?" "That's a good question, I'll save that for last. Give me one more." "Fair enough... Why am I not freaking out right now?" Bastet gave another playful giggle. "Is there a reason you should be, as you put it, 'freaking out'?" Maggie blinked a few times, then started laughing. "let's see..." Maggie started counting off her fingers. "I've been kidnapped by crazy pervs in cloaks, strapped to an alter for...I've got no idea how long. I've been drugged by some crazy sex smoke. I'm pretty sure I just got sacrificed. Now I'm sitting naked in some field in...fantasy land, talking to a sexy naked cat goddess." Maggie made sure she wasn't forgetting any key details, and decided that she had hit all the major ones. "So...yeah...I've got a few reasons to freak out." "Aaaaw!" Bastet purred, smiling broadly. "You think I'm sexy? That's sweet!" "That's the part you choose to focus on? The sexy thing? There was a lot of other stuff there." Bastet almost doubled over with laughter. "Oh, girly..." "Maggie" "Oh, Maggie... I like you. You're fun. You've got spunk. I like spunk. You're in my world now, not yours. You're calm, because I want you to be calm. You're here, because I want you to be here. You're naked, because I want you to be naked. You're in a field, because I chose it for you. My house, my rules, type of thing." "Wait... you wanted me naked?" "That's the part you chose to focus on?" Bastet retorted with a sly grin. "Touché" Bastet finally stood, brushing blades of grass off her knees, and held a hand down to Maggie, to help her up. "Now I'll answer your second question. Come with me." Maggie reached up and took her hands, rising to her feet. Bastet lead her hand in hand, a short distance. Maggie watched, almost hypnotized, at her hips swaying seductively in front of her as she led Maggie on, her tail swishing back and forth, playfully over her perfectly rounded ass. "Is it distracting you?" Maggie looked up, to see Bastet looking over her shoulder with that wicked grin on her face. Maggie flushed beat red, having been caught obviously ogling Bastet's bottom. "S...s...sorry." Was all Maggie could force out of her mouth. "For what?" Maggie couldn't think of how to reply, so she merely walked in silence. Bastet finally lead her to a small pond, and motioned for Maggie to take a closer look. As Maggie approached the water, she saw, instead of her own reflection, a bird's eye view of the ceremony where she had just been. It seemed frozen in place. A photograph almost. "Look familiar?" Maggie jerked slightly. Bastet was so close, that Maggie could feel her breath on her cheek as she spoke. Bastet placed her hands on Maggie's hips, and Maggie could feel her breasts press gently into her back. It was enough to make Maggie swoon. She looked into the reflecting pond, and saw the vision of herself. Terrified, bound to the table, writhing in ecstasy as the shroud of crimson mist enshrouded her body. Her back arched, her breasts thrust upward, her pelvis frozen in a lewd grinding motion, and her mouth opened to release a hungry moan. The hooded figure above her poised with the dagger in mid plunge. This was the moment just before Maggie had woken up here. "Is this my last moment?" "No, Maggie. That's this moment. That's what is happening right now." "But...nothing is happening. It's like time is standing still." "Oh, come now sweetie. Even humans have figured out, by now, that time is relative." "So...this place...your place...it exists outside of time?" "It exists outside of your time." "Riiiight... Let's pretend I understand, and move right along" Bastet let out a gentle, earthy giggle. Her whiskers tickled the back of Maggie's neck, eliciting a shiver, and a delightful sensation between her thighs. "Fair enough, Maggie. Let me give you the easy version. Those men," said Bastet, motioning towards the cloaked figures "are bad men. Sorcerers. They've been kidnapping woman, and sacrificing them." "To you?" "Yes," she said sadly. "not as an offering, but as a prison. They're trying to entrap me in a human body, so they can control me, and use me for their own purposes. If they succeed, I become a slave to them. It's very old, very dangerous, magic." Bastet shifted from one side of Maggie, to the other, so she could speak into her other ear. "Fortunately, though, it's very old, and very dangerous magic. So old, that they're not sure how to do it. They're experimenting." Bastet looked at the images of the sorcerers with contempt. "Fools." "I wanted to save the other girls, Maggie. You must believe me, but I couldn't. The magic wasn't strong enough to allow me to enter their world. But they learned, they got better. And now, they ALMOST got it right. Finally, I've been able to act." "Wait...pause." Maggie interjected. Bastet patiently fell silent. "They were going to kill me, and trap you in my body?" "Sick, isn't it." "Yeah, very! What would happen to me?" "Well, I'm not sure, exactly, but my best guess is that your soul would be cast out into limbo, wondering aimlessly without form or sensation for all of eternity." "Oh my God! That's horrible! Is that what happened to the other girls?" "Yes it is, and no it isn't. The girl's souls weren't ripped out, because I wasn't forced into their bodies. Their souls passed on the way they should. It was just pointless murder. That's horrible, don't get me wrong, but at least they only murdered their bodies, not their souls. I would like to think that would count as some small consolation to them." "Those poor girls," said Maggie wistfully. "Why were you able to help me?" "Because they got better, dear, but they still made mistakes, as I suspected they would. They got good enough to actually open a door to my realm, but the chant was wrong. They were using the wrong words. They opened the door, so I could affect their world, but the chanting prevented me from directly effecting them. They neglected, however, to protect you." Bastet grinned from ear to ear. "And thus, here you are, sweet Maggie. My tool of retribution." "Tool of retribution?" "That's right," said Bastet. "And what a beautiful tool you are." Maggie blushed profusely. To be called beautiful by a creature so exquisite as Bastet was high praise indeed. She wasn't too sure about the tool bit, though. "So what's your plan?" "I have it, within me, to bestow a certain amount of power upon you. Not all my powers, mind you, for what I give you, I no longer can use. I can only give you a small fraction of what I possess, but it will be enough to make you...I believe the term in your world is "super human". "Wait...super powers!?" "Call it whatever you wish, but I think that's an accurate representation." "What sort of powers?" Maggie asked, in wonder. Bastet had her full attention. Maggie had always dreamed about being a hero. She followed all the heroes fan sites. She'd fantasised about fighting evil. She'd always dreamed of being a part of humanity's elite. Now, assuming that she was still sane, which under the circumstances, was a rather big assumption, this creature was offering her the opportunity. "Well," Bastet's purring voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "You'll be stronger, faster, quicker. You'll be hard to hurt, and when you get hurt, you'll bounce back fast. There are a few other things, but it's best you learn everything yourself. Trial by fire sort of thing. Needless to say, you'll have more than enough power to do what I want you to do." Maggie looked back over her shoulder at Bastet. "What do you want me to do?" "I'm so glad you asked." Bastet shifted her head again to Maggie's other shoulder. As she did so, her lips grazed Maggie's neck. Maggie shuddered at the sensation. Despite herself, the beautiful creature behind her, was arousing her more than Maggie had thought possible. Maggie had experimented with girls before. That was nothing new. Cat girls from another dimension, on the other hand, was something else entirely. But hey, you only live once, right? "I have three conditions, Sweet Maggie." With this, Bastet's grip on her hips tightened, and she could feel lips pressing into the side of her neck, gently sliding over her skin. "Name it" Maggie purred. "First condition. You must to vow to me, that you'll never abuse the powers I give you. You're to use them to help people and stop villains like those sorcerers from harming people. If you abuse these powers, and use them for ill gains, they'll abandon you. This will be our pact. It is absolute, and will last as long as you live." "I'll agree to that." Maggie replied breathlessly. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and she'd tilted her head back, giving Bastet better access to her neck, welcoming her teasing lips. She could no longer ignore the heat under her skin, the dampness between her thighs, the hardening of her nipples. She wanted Bastet. "Second condition" said Bastet. Her hand rose up to Maggie's ribs, and she slid her lips up to Maggie's ear. Maggie couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped her lips. "You have to start with those bastards. Make sure they never hurt anyone ever again." "That'll be my pleasure" Maggie purred. "Last one, girly." Bastet's hands slid up Maggie's ribs, upwards to her breasts. Maggie could feel her soft fingers, which felt like velvet, slide over her tender mounds, cupping them in both hands, and squeezed them gently, yet firmly. Maggie couldn't help but moan, as the felt the curious sensation of Bastet's tail wrapping possessively around her thigh. "Don't say no." Maggie could only moan in reply, and that's all Bastet required. She began kneading Maggie's breasts with a hungering urgency. Maggie, feeling her soft flesh squeezed by such tender yet firm hands, arched her back, thrusting her breasts harder into Bastet's hands. Her eyes were closed, she didn't need them. She didn't need to hear, taste, or smell, either. All she needed to do was feel. Her entire world, right now, consisted of her flesh, and what was being done to it by this heavenly being, as she pressed her velvety body up agienst Maggie's trembling one. Bastet began to run her lips, softly, up and down Maggie's neck, from her nape to her jaw line. She switched between kisses, licks, gentle nibbles. If she had been doing nothing else, this alone would have sent shivers through every nerve ending in Maggie's body. She so loved having her neck kissed. It had always been one of her greatest weaknesses. A skilled lover, could take Maggie from "bleh" to "fuck me!" in a matter of seconds. Bastet was skilled beyond words. She was putty in Bastet's smooth, yet firmly mauling hands, and they both knew it. The tail, that had now wrapped around her thigh, began to tug on her, lifting her leg to the side, and parting her wide open. This was a new sensation to Maggie, and one she had yet to come to terms with, but right now, she wasn't concerned. She wanted this desperately, and she was willing to go with anything. As the tail pulled her leg apart from the other, she could feel the cold breeze wafting between her thighs. It felt cold, and that's when she realised how impossibly wet she'd become. One of Bastet's hands, stopped kneading Maggie's breasts, and began trailing down her stomach. Agonizingly slow. Cruelly slow. Maggie knew where that hand was going, and she wanted it to get there. Wanted to beg for it to get there, but could only communicate in desperate hungry pants and whimpers. Maggie gripped Bastet's hand, and tried to push it lower, but couldn't. It was like trying to push a brick wall. It just inched lower and lower, over her navel, down to her pelvis, as she writhed in frenzied readiness. The fingers trailed lower, over Maggie's pubic mound, now only centimetres away from what was quickly becoming the centre of her existence. One finger was almost there, she could almost feel it, and then the fingers parted. Maggie cried out in disappointed frustration, and Bastet's torturous fingers slide down other either side of her dripping slit, and pulled her lips apart. A moist squelch came from down below, as her inner sex was exposed to this strange world, Bastet's world. A sound that would normally make Maggie cringe in embarrassment, which only drove her more wild now. "My my my, little Maggie. I don't even have to touch you to see how wet you are, I can hear it. Such a deviant little slutty human, are you." What could she say? Nothing. A moan would suffice, so that's exactly what she did. She released a throaty, wanton moan. Perhaps this made Bastet finally take pity on her, because that's when it happened. Finally, Maggie felt the smooth pad of a finger brush her clit. That joyous sensation alone would have sent lightning bolts through Maggie, but sweet, cruel, Bastet wasn't that simple. At that exact moment, she roughly pinched Maggie's nipple, and bit down hard into her neck. The resulting onslaught of sensation was simply too much for poor Maggie, and drove her wildly over the edge. Maggie's hands gripped Bastet's thighs roughly and dug her nails in, she needed the support, as an orgasm coursed...no...ripped through her body. Not a gradual building orgasm, but an explosion. Form nothing, to everything. Maggie yelped, which turned into a scream, which turned into a cry, then settled into a gasp of air. She was seeing stars, lost in a world of sensation, when became aware of Bastet's hands, sliding up her arms. She felt the wetness on Bastet's hand, over her right arm, as it left a trail of Maggie's own lust, sliding upwards to her trembling shoulders. Firmly grasping her shoulders, Bastet roughly spun Maggie around, and threw her onto the ground before her. Maggie sprawled out, beneath the goddess. Laying on the ground, her arms folded next to her head. Her breasts heaved as her lungs sought more air, and her legs trembled as tiny aftershocks rippled through her excited clit. Maggie panted lewdly, as Bastet loomed over her, like a conqueror. A triumphant and dominating leg on either side of Maggie. She looked up to see Bastet's swollen pussy, moist and eager above her. The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 02 Maggie's mind was awash of sensation. Fear, confusion, shock, desire, submission, joy, sorrow, anger... They all played though Maggie's head. All fighting for control, but one was more powerful than all the rest. Lust. It consumed her to the core, at that moment. Maggie had never hungered for anyone as she did right now. Why? Was this Bastet's doing? She didn't know. She decided that she didn't care. She looked up at Bastet's glistening cunt with lustful, submissive eyes, and she knew then, that she'd do anything for a mere taste of it. She was Bastet's toy now. Maggie knew it, Bastet knew it, and at that moment, that's how they both wanted it. "And now, my dear, it's my turn. You will be a good girl, and lick my pussy, won't you?" Maggie nodded weakly in reply. Bastet crouched down. Bent at the knees, her legs pinned Maggie's arms to the ground, and her pussy, hovering inches from Maggie's lips. Maggie tried to crane her neck, to get at it, but Bastet pulled it away, with a teasing smirk on her face. "Ah ah aaah. Aren't you going to say please?" Seriously? She was going to play this game? Not only had she been seduced into fucking a cat...woman...goddess...thing. Now she had to beg for it? Eh well, she was in a begging mood, anyway. "Please...please let me lick your pussy, Bastet" "Well, since you ask so nicely..." And with that, Bastet thrust her pussy roughly down onto Maggie's face. She was pinned, and it was unexpected. Bastet had been teasing and tormenting up until this point, but now that it was her turn, she was going to get what she wanted, how she wanted, when she wanted. Maggie briefly thought about teasing in return, but there was no question whom was in charge here. Maggie submitted. She began running her tongue in long strokes, up and down Bastet's dripping slit. This wasn't the first time Maggie had licked a pussy, but it was the sexiest. It tasted so sweet, so powerful. She began to lose herself in the sensation. She began to lap at it hungrily, trying to taste it all at once. When she was done exploring, she began circling her tongue, and found Bastet's swollen clit. It had come out from its hood to make friends with Maggie. It would've been rude not to lick it as well. Maggie began flicking her tongue, rapidly, over it, and sucked it into her mouth. Bastet rewarded Maggie with a purr that was the sexiest sound Maggie had ever heard in her life. "Stick your tongue in my, cunt, girl! Fuck my pussy with your tongue." Maggie stiffened her tongue, and plunged it inside Bastet's wet hole. Sliding her tongue in and out, with a little twirl for flare. Bastet was panting and grunting on top of her. This remarkable, breath-taking creature was in the throes of ecstasy, and it was Maggie's doing. She tongue fucked Bastet harder, filled with pride. Then Bastet arched her back, her hands sliding down over Maggie's body, it seemed impossible , but somehow she gripped Maggie's legs and pulled them upwards, holding them tightly to the side of her body. The result was Maggie's upper body pinned under Bastet, while her legs were pulled up and held wide on either side of Bastet's. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it didn't need to be. This wasn't love making, this wasn't even sex. This was fucking. And fucked Maggie would be. Just as she began to realise how exposed she was, she felt something wiggling between the lips of her pussy. Her eye's shot open with a start "Is that her tail?" she thought, in horror. "Please don't tell me she's going to..." "MPH!" was the only noise Maggie could make, as she felt her cunt being filled, to the point of boarding on the painful, but hovering just below it. Maggie squirmed and twisted, trying to evade the bizarrely violating member. Maggie felt the soft, appendage, writhing, twisting, and wiggling within her. It was almost like a ten inch tongue, coated in velvet, was exploring her on the inside. Every nerve ending, every sweet spot, was caressed, teased, and fucked. It was overwhelming. She couldn't make sense of it, but the sensations it brought out in her were enthralling. Her mind stopped working. There was too much to process. She tried to pull away, but Bastet had her pinned. Maggie gave in, as her mind fell into sexual static. There were no thoughts, there were no questions, there were no opinions. It was pure sensation. The filthy, lustful, deviant sensations that her body was being made to feel, by this creature which had taken her so completely. Realising that her human was now useless, she took the initiative, and begin grinding rapidly up and down Maggie's face. What was left of Maggie's mind, realised that she was now being utterly used. The tail was rapidly pummelling in and out of her pussy. So fast, so hard, she could barely come to terms with the sensation. She didn't know if it felt good or if it hurt. All she knew was that it was powerful and overwhelming. She felt it twist and twirl, curve and thrust. This was unlike any sensation she'd ever experienced before, and it was blindingly and savagely erotic. Bastet's dripping twat was being ground feverishly into Maggie's face. Maggie stuck her tongue out, and would feel the swollen clit slide across it, up to her nose, then down again to her chin. Bastet was riding her, fucking her, using her, grunting, panting, growling, harder and harder, faster and faster. Another, more powerful, more lurid orgasm was building within her. Maggie could feel the tension building in her pussy. It spread, and built up, and grew. It was a monster and it was about to roar. She wasn't the only one. Bastet was growing frantic now. She was close. Maggie knew that body language, and that meant that Bastet was about to cum. They both were. It was almost there, building, growing, engulfing. ...and then Maggie came. Not like the last one. Not a sudden rush of endorphins. This was a tsunami. It washed over her, flooding her senses and blowing her mind. All she could do was scream, and scream she did. She screamed into Bastet's fevered cunt, the sensation pushing Bastet herself over the edge, into orgasmic oblivion, causing her body to writhing and convulse on top of Maggie, which in turn urged Maggie's own orgasm on. It was a cascade, a domino effect, that threw both women into perfect euphoria. All that existed in all the universe, was pure pleasure. Maggie gradually came to her senses. She could barely move. She'd never felt so good in her life, but she was still breathless and spent. Bastet wasn't. Bastet was standing up and stretching, displaying her glorious body. This irked Maggie a bit. She'd thought she'd rocked this woman's world, but here she was, like she just woke up from a cat-nap. "But hey," she then thought. "I was just fucked by a goddess. How many girls can say that?" Bastet looked down at Maggie, and viewed her body. Her legs were splayed open, in the same position Bastet had tossed them in, giving clear view to Maggie's pussy...no, not pussy. Pussies are made love to, cunts are fucked. Maggie had just been fucked. It was a clear view of Maggie's wet and swollen cunt. Little blades of grass stuck to her sweat soaked body, reddened with exertion. Her breasts heaved deliciously as she panted for breath. Her firey red hair, sweaty, dirty, and matted to her freckled and dazed face, which was coated with Bastet's juices, and her emerald green eyes were watching Bastet through a haze. Bastet grinned. She loved looking at a woman in the aftermath. She just looked so...used. Bastet lowered herself to all fours, and crawled, seductively, over Maggie's prone body, so that her face was mere inches away from the other's. Maggie winced, as Bastet licked her cheek with a barbed tongue, and Maggie was suddenly very glad, that Bastet had not gone down on her. Grinning broadly, Bastet raised herself to her haunches, and grabbed a tuft of Maggie's firey locks, tugging her head upward. "Oh, Sweet Maggie," Bastet purred. She could feel Bastet's wicked tail, slithering up her body, leaving a trail of Maggie's own juices behind, as it slide upward. "It would seem you've made a mess of me, because you're such a wonderfully, dirty girl" The tail lashed out at a blinding speed, from between Bastet's legs, and the tip began sliding over Maggie's lips. "A good girl, would clean up her mess, though." Bastet tugged firmly on Maggie's hair, with an unspoken command, and Maggie obediently open her mouth wide, and let that disturbing item inside. It went deep into her, as she sucked her own juices off the creature's tail. Once Bastet was satisfied with Maggie's work, she pulled the tail from her mouth, and released her hair, letting Maggie's head thump back to the ground. "Well," thought Maggie "this is a well twisted way of getting super powers, isn't it?" "Thank you, my dear, sweet, Maggie. That was absolutely divine. It's been 842 years since I've had a human girl. I'd forgotten how much fun you can be." Maggie tried to say "you're welcome", and then add some witty quip, but all that came out was... "yah wahwaaaah" "Well said, my dear. Oh, how I wish I could keep you up here for a few years, but alas, my powers have their limits, and those limits have about been reached." Maggie gave her a confused look, then her brain finally started working again. That's right...there was the whole human sacrifice going on, in her home dimension, which she currently wasn't in. Eh well, old news, that. "I've had a wonderful time, dear, sweet, Maggie. But you've got a job to do, so do it well. I'll be watching. Oh, and don't forget our pact. I won't abandon you, as long as you don't go back on your word. Now get down there, and bring justice to those monsters." With that, Bastet unceremoniously placed her foot on Maggie's hip, and nudged her forward, into the viewing pool, which they had been looking into earlier. And down through the rabbit hole Maggie went! ~~~~ The Hooded Man completed his chant with a powerful crescendo. This was it. This time it would work. This time, they've have their servant. He plunged the dagger down into what would be the...plunged the dagger... wasn't that dagger supposed to go further? Something was definitely wrong here. He looked down, and saw that something had stopped him. There was a hand holding his wrist. Really really tightly. It was a female hand. A hand attached to a wrist. A shackled wrist, with a broken chain, dangling apologetically from its ring. That hand was attached to an arm, which was, in turn, attached to a dirty, sweat soaked, and very naked woman. And boy, did she ever look angry. Really...really...angry. ...Uh oh. "Boys... You done messed with the wrong inter-dimensional, inter-plainer, sentient being." Maggie quickly demonstrated this, by whipping the hooded man's arm's arm to the side. She'd just intended to get the hand holding the dagger out of her way, but she was both shocked and thrilled when she heard a loud pop come from his shoulder, followed by a howl of pain. "Super strength!" thought an elated Maggie "that can come in handy!" Maggie yanked on her other arm, feeling only a slight tug as her other shackle snapped free. A quick kick of her legs freed both her ankles. She decided to try a bit of a gymnast's flourish, and threw her legs upward to her chest, pushed off with her hands, and flipped herself to her feet, crouching on the table, and ready to hit someone...really, really hard. Preferably one of these guys. The sorcerers decided not to wait around and see what she was going to do for her next trick. They made for the hallway, that led out of their ritual chamber. She leapt off the table, intending to get a running start and catching them, but was surprised when she just kept on soaring, into the opposite wall, next to the corridor. She bounced off the wall with a thud, fell onto the floor, but rolled straight up to her feet, and promptly began to pretend that she'd intended to do that, all along. The sorcerers halted in their tracks, and began to franticly wish that they'd picked a room with two exits. Maggie didn't know how to fight. She's taken a few self-defence classes, sure, but she'd been mostly focused on her instructor's muscled chest, testing the thread count of his tight gym shirt. Not so much on the actual moves. She had seen a lot of action movies, though, so that counted...right? She counted six in total. Five very frightened looking men, in black, dusty robes, and one Hooded Man, clutching his shoulder, and swearing in pain. She threw herself into the group of sorcerers. She grabbed the first one she came to by the scruff of his robes, and punched him in the face. She felt his jaw pop behind her knuckles, and he grunted as he fell to the floor in a thud. A second sorcerer tried to get by her, and she clothes lined him with her outstretched arm. She was amused the way he flipped backwards and landed on his back, breathless. Just to make sure he didn't try anything else, she stomped on his chest, and heard him grunt as the air escaped his lungs. Maggie grinned from ear to ear. She could learn to love this. A third tried to grapple her from behind, but she heard him, and spun around, kicking high, which reminded her how very naked she was, and brought her foot to the side of his face. He spun through the air, and crashed down in a thud. "Quick reflexes" she thought, "check!" Two of the remaining sorcerers, feeling rather brave, grabbed both her arms, trying to hold her tightly. The Hooded Man grabbed his dagger in his still functioning arm, and charged her. The sorcerers that held her were surprisingly strong, but she was getting free. They wouldn't have to hold her for long, just long enough for their boss to stab her. Maggie began to panic as he charged her, and in instinct, kicked her toned leg up high, and connected under his chin, sending him soaring back across the room, and into the alter, where he crumbed to the dusty floor. The two sorcerers holding her realised that it was futile, and tried to give up, but Maggie would have none of it. She roughly grabbed them by their robes, and yanked them in front of her, so their heads collided with a satisfying pop, and they fell unconscious to the floor. She took up a combat pose, that she'd seen in some kung fu movie, because that's what you're supposed to do, right? A quick survey of the seen told her that she'd got them all. Looking around, she happily noticed, that besides the occasional twitch, the seemed fairly well beaten down. "Holy shit!" she thought to herself, feeling elated. "I just beat the crap out of six guys!" Her blood was coursing through her veins, her adrenaline was pumping, and her skin felt hot. Her pussy was tingling, and she could feel the stale air of the cavern over the wetness that had developed between her thighs. She slowly realised that her breasts were sore, however, and cupped them, noticing that her nipples had hardened. "Sex and violence" she though mischievously "I guess it's true. I seriously need to wear a sports bra when I do this stuff, though. Ouch." Maggie heard a stirring form the alter, and slowly walked up to The Hooded Man. He looked up through dazed eyes, to see Maggie's naked form walking towards him. How had this happened? How had he failed? Could this be Bastet? He tried to think clearly, but there was so much pain. Maggie crouched in front of him, and grabbed his hood, whipping it off. She'd seen too many episodes of Scooby Doo, because she was rather disappointed when she didn't recognise him at all. She stared into his eyes, and glared. "Was it worth it? Murdering all those innocent women? For this?" "They were whores! Fornicators! Street trash! We were going to make them into something great!" "Bullshit. You murdered them. You were going to turn them into prisons, but you were too stupid to do it right. Those women might've slept around a bit, but they never preyed on the weak. Now look at you. All broken and beat to hell. And weak. What does that make you?" "It makes me a martyr." He retorted with defiant rage. "Do what you will. I'll live on, we shall return." Maggie scoffed. "Martyr my arse! You're going to jail and spend the rest of your life getting ass raped by the Sons of Anarchy, you jackass." He started to say something, but Maggie had already gotten bored with her first exchange of banter, so she just punched him really hard, and knocked him out cold. She looked at the other sorcerers, trying to figure out what to do. They wouldn't be unconscious forever, after all. Firstly, she needed to put something on. She stripped the robes off one, and a waist cord came loose. Maggie suddenly got the idea of stringing the cords together, and tied them all around the alter. Happy that they weren't going anywhere for a bit, she pulled the robe around herself, and made her way to the exit. On her way out, something caught her attention, out of the corner of her eye. She saw the incense burner laying on the ground, next to a stand which supposedly held it. On the stand, there was pile of small incense pellets. Remembering the smoke, she looked around the room nervously, with a blush, to make sure all the baddies were still out of sorts, and empties the stands into one of the robes deep pockets. Y'know, for one of those nights when the batteries run out. ~~~~~~ The sweet old lady, walking her dog, almost had a heart attack when she saw Maggie. After Maggie had assured the old dear that she was perfectly fine, she asked her to phone the police, which she did. When the police and paramedics finally arrived, Maggie led them to the cavern, and they began to bag evidence, and arrest the sorcerers, most of whom were awake by now, groaning in pain. As a paramedic was seeing to Maggie, a detective... a really handsome one, mind you, came up and introduced himself, handing her his card. Detective Justin Rowe put a hand gently on her shoulder. "Hey, you're gonna be ok, alright? These guys can't hurt you anymore. These assholes aren't gonna hurt anyone ever again. This place is like an evidence locker. They're going away for life, easy." Maggie smiled at the detective. She didn't need comforting, but he didn't know that. He was just being a good guy. She appreciated that. "Did they..." he paused, hoping she'd figure out what he was asking, so he wouldn't have to. "No...no. They weren't interested in that. They just wanted to kill me, is all." He offered a sympathetic grin, nothing more. He was impressed. She was a scrappy one, alright. Trying to turn her terrible ordeal into a joke. This was her way of dealing with it. He wasn't going to push the issue. He couldn't imagine what this...really cute...girl had gone through down there. "Well hey, thank God they didn't." He sat down next to her, keeping a comfortable distance, and handed her his card. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, that's my cell number. It's on 24/7. I mean that, alright?" Maggie nodded, gratefully, and decided that after all that effort, she might really need drinks and a dinner soon. "So who was it?" he asked. "Who was what?" "The cape. The spandex lover that came in and saved the day. This looks like The Enforcer's work." Maggie forced down a thrilled smile. "Nah, it was a woman. Never seen her before. I think she's new." "Another one, huh? Just great. At least she's on our side. Did she give you a name?" "Yeah" said Maggie with a proud grin. "The Hellcat" * ((I hope you enjoyed this story, folks! Sure, this is the second chapter of the story, and she doesn't even have a sexy costume yet, but that's coming up next issue. Pinkie swear! This concludes the origin of the Hellcat. Next episode, Maggie learns her powers, trains for crime fighting, takes on her new persona, and hits the streets for the very first time!)) The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 02 ((If you've enjoyed this, my second erotic story ever, please vote and comment. I love all sorts of constructive criticism, as it helps me hone my skills. I greatly look forward to hearing what you have to say.)) N.I.G.