Chapter
4
Declawing the
Leopard
Li Mei, also known as the
Black Leopard, studied herself in the
mirror. She had just come from
her bath and was combing out her lustrous black
hair. The thick mane hung down
to her waist and glistened with water droplets as she swept her comb through
it. She turned sideways and arched
her back, admiring her perfect figure and accentuating her exquisite
breasts. Her twin mounds were
so firm that they hardly quivered as she
moved. Turning back to the mirror
she set down her brush and flicked the two large gold rings that pierced
the dark pink areola of each breast.
She smiled, but there was no joy in
it. Rather, it was as if she
was remembering the cruel circumstances that had resulted in the adornment
of her nipples. The evil mad
scientist Doctor Ivan Retinoff had put them
there. She had gotten her revenge
over the mad Russian by emasculating him, but had later decided she liked
the effect the oversized rings gave her breasts and had decided to keep
them. She tweaked her nipples,
enjoying the sensation and then got on with her
preparations. She could play
with herself later. Right now
she had work to do.
Her business was crime and she was very good at
it. There was just one problem,
or maybe four problems depending on how one counted, with doing crime in
She pulled on her costume and left her
bedroom. She entered into a common
room. There, waiting for her,
were her four accomplices. Li
Mei called them her Pussies.
Ocelot, Cheetah, Tiger, and Wildcat were four astounding beautiful
and equally corrupt young women.
All of them were completely loyal to Li
Mei. She had recruited and trained
each of them, and had instilled them with a love of crime and excitement
that rivaled her own. Tonight
she would take all of them with her.
The black clad villainesses exited the Black leopards lair through
a secret underground garage. The
roar of the powerful engine of the mighty Dusenburg filled the night air
as Tiger directed it down the dark streets toward the center of
Keeping to the shadows of the poorly lit streets, the quintet closed in on
the museum. Soon the neoclassical
structure loomed before them. It
was an imposing structure. Huge
Corinthian columns lined the front of the building making it look like some
ancient temple, as was intended. Li
Mei knew that the edifice was very well protected with burglar alarms and
heavily patrolled inside by numerous security
guards. Such precautions were
normal for a building containing so many valuable
artifacts. This night, however,
Li Mei knew the museum was even more heavily
protected. The museum was hosting
a special exhibition, a display of a dozen of the worlds most valuable
gems. Their replacement value
was incalculable, but they were insured for hundreds of millions of
dollars. Li Mei planned to scoop
them all in what she hoped would be the crime of the
century.
Her plan was simple, but she hoped
effective. With so much security
guarding the museum, robbing it would be almost
impossible. What she needed to
do was draw off the guards, leaving the way free for her to strike during
their absence. It was to be the
Pussies job to provide the
distraction. For that purpose
the four young women had hauled a two-inch mortar with
them. It was the perfect instrument
for the job. They could set it
up in a secure location and lob shells anywhere they wanted without being
detected. The chaos and confusion
caused by the mortar attack should draw off enough of the security force
near the museum to enable the Black Leopard to
strike.
The five women broke into a five-story warehouse about three blocks from
the museum. This was a routine
break-and-enter and it took them only seconds to gain access to the
building. Then the four Pussies
carried the mortar to the roof. It
took them only minutes to set it up.
Then they waited for the Black Leopard to get into
position.
Li Mei worked her way to the park next to the
museum. Although it was winter,
the trees and shrubs provided enough cover for her to move within several
hundred feet of the building. From
her utility belt she took out a small flare pistol and pointed it above the
museum. She pulled the trigger
and a few seconds later a bright star shell exploded high above the museum
roof. It was the signal the Pussies
had been waiting for. A few seconds
later a two-inch mortar shell exploded on the roof of a nearby
building. Then there was a second
explosion and a third. The Pussies were lobbing the shells randomly, but
the explosions had the desired effect.
Police streamed into the open area in front of the
museum. Orders were shouted into
the winter night and officers ran off in all
directions. Most of the police
headed off in the direction of the explosions, while a number of others attempted
to locate the source of the bombardment.
The Black Leopard moved from her hiding
place. The way to the museum
was now open, the mortar attack having provided the necessary
diversion. Crouching low, she
crossed the open ground around the museum and gained the security of its
shadows. Then she took out a
powered grappling hook and fired it to the top of the
museum. It was one of the mad
doctors little inventions.
Although he and she had had a falling out, she still made use of his
ingenious devices. The hook caught,
and she quickly climbed to the museum
roof. She looked about
her. No one seemed to have noticed
her ascent. So far so
good. Her plan was
working. She now had to find
her way into the museum interior and deal with the guards that were still
inside the building. Climbing
the sloping roof, she made her way to the huge glass skylight that was right
over the center of the museum.
Directly below was the gem
display. Working quickly and
silently, she cut a hole in the glass.
Then she unhooked a canister from her
belt. There was enough compressed
sleeping gas in the cylinder to render a thousand men
unconscious. It should do the
trick. She hooked her finger
into the pin and began to pull it
out
Winging his way above the city, the Count spotted a stealthy movement on
the rooftops below. He was searching
for his playmates of the previous two
nights. They seemed to be nowhere
about, but he had come upon someone new.
He lighted on the museum roof in the shadows of a large gargoyle and
changed back to man-form. His
yellow eyes widened at what she saw.
There was another costumed figure stealing its way through the
darkness. He shook his head in
wonderment. Three nights, and
three different costumed women.
What sort of city was this?
It seemed to be full of exotic and beautiful women who roamed the
rooftops at night just for his pleasure.
This one was different, however.
As he probed her mind he detected the presence of an evil that rivaled
his own. This night he would
not be despoiling a heroine, but instead taking a
villainess.
He entered her mind, freezing her in
place. The canister she held
in her hand fell from her paralyzed
fingers. He held her there while
he made sure that she did not escape.
As in the case of the red-clad heroine, this one was equipped with
all the necessary equipment for bondage.
He took a coil of silken rope from her utility
belt. How would he secure this
one? He tried to think of something
imaginative. He looked about
and spotted a row of flagstaffs near the edge of the museum
roof. They would do
nicely. Still holding the Black
Leopard with his mind, he moved to the edge of the roof and snapped off two
of the flagstaffs. He was left
with a couple of wooden rods each about five feet
long. He returned to the mesmerized
villainess and picked her up.
Carrying her into the shadow of the gargoyle, he removed her gloves
and thigh length boots. Then
he lashed her wrists to each end of one of the wooden poles, spreading her
arms apart over her head. He
noticed with enjoyment how the action served to lift and accentuate his
victims full breasts. Then
he repeated the process with her ankles, spreading her legs in an identical
manner to her arms. The captive
woman was now spread in the shape of an
X. Standing back he surveyed
his prize. Even though she was
still masked she was impressively
beautiful. The perfect contours
of her body showed clearly beneath her skintight
costume. It was time to release
her mind and let her discover her situation.
Li Mei awoke with a
start. Alarm filled her
mind. It seemed that only a second
ago she had been getting ready to gas the museum
guards. Now she had awakened
in terrifying circumstances. How
could she have fallen asleep? Had
she somehow been gassed or anesthetized?
She tried to move but found that she was spread-eagled, her wrists
and ankles bound with cleverly contrived knots that held them securely in
place. Looming above her was
a dark and mysterious figure. Even
in the blackness of the night, she could see his gleaming yellow
eyes. Suddenly filled with a
deep and terrible fear, she opened her mouth to scream, but she got no chance
to make any sound. As her mouth
opened a handkerchief was stuffed into
it. Li Mei recognized it as one
taken from her own utility belt.
Immediately, a second handkerchief was knotted behind her head, holding
the first in place. Almost gagging,
Li Mei could do no more than make muffled
protests. Frightened almost beyond
belief, she awaited her fate. She
had little doubt what it would be.
There was little reason other than rape for her captor to bind her
the way that he had.
A smile of satisfaction parted the Counts cruel
lips. He could feel his
victims fear. It was like
a powerful aphrodisiac. Already
a mighty erection was stirring between his
legs. He hooked his taloned finger
just under the edge of her mask and
pulled. The razor edged claw
sliced through the elastic material.
A couple more slashes and she was
unmasked. He moved his claws
down to the neckline of her costume, just above her heaving
breasts. Drawing his finger down,
he split the costume from neck to crotch.
Then, he sliced through the material covering each of her arms and
peeled the destroyed garment from her
body. Li Meis body shook
in the frigid air, her magnificent breasts quivering and her nipples hardening
as they were exposed to the cold.
Whats this? the Count inquired, fingering her nipple
rings.
Decorations? Breasts
such as yours need no adornment.
Mmmmppphhh!
Li Mei protested.
Unlike the Jade Dragon, she knew the ancient legends and realized
that she had been captured by a creature straight out of one of
them. There was no mistaking
that she was in the power of a vampire.
And she knew that women who were taken by a vampire usually
died. She struggled again, making
her breasts dance, but could not free herself from her
bondage.
Thats it, my
beauty, excite me. Count
Rodna resumed his destruction of Li Meis costume, slitting the material
from her crotch to her ankles on both
legs. The elastic garment peeled
away, leaving her completely naked.
Li Mei fought harder, her terror giving her almost superhuman strength
and endurance, but the Count had bound her
well. There was no give in the
knots he had tied. Her overheated
body was covered in beads of sweat that steamed off into the winter
air. The Count moved between
her legs and she almost went wild with
fear. Her body bucked and heaved
in a desperate attempt to break free.
Her struggles were made even more fierce
by the horrifying knowledge that he was in her mind, partially controlling
her. He was causing her body
to become sexually aroused, preparing her for his
assault.
MMMPPPHH!
MMMMPPPPHHHH!
NNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!
The Count
had thrust into her deeply, forcing open her hot vagina and filling it
completely. It was pain, pleasure,
passion and humiliation, all at the same
time. Li Mei did not now how
to react. One part of her body
told her to enjoy it and another to resist with all her
might.
MMMPPNNGGHHH!
The count
used his control over his body to enlarge his already impressive
phallus. The massive organ seemed
to be splitting her in two. Then
the Count thrust it home, using his mighty rod as an instrument of
torture. Under her gag, Li Mei
screamed mightily. But it was
just the beginning. For the next
three hours the vampire hammered his oversized member in and out of her,
raping her raw. When he finally
withdrew, her love canal burned with a terrible fire, but the undead fiend
was not yet finished with her.
There were still three hours left before
daybreak.
Li Mei felt herself being turned over on her
stomach. She shrieked in protest
at what was coming next, but there was no way for her to stop the Count from
impaling her with his hot poker. He
reduced it in mass and pounded it into her tiny
anus. Without the gag, all of
Battered, bleeding, and still bound, Li Mei lay helpless, confused and
beaten. At the last minute the
count had clouded her mind. She
had no clear recollection of what had happened to her, only a dazed vision
of a brutal assault by some unknown
assailant. Completely exhausted,
she lay on the roof in the freezing cold, too beaten to struggle or try to
free
herself.
Blackie?
Blackie? A voice
sounded nearby. Li Mei could
only moan in reply.
Blackie! It
was Tiger. One of her Pussies
had found her at last. Quickly
the apprentice cat burglar cut her mistress
free. Li Mei was in no condition
to stand. She felt like she had
been raped with a fence post. Her
disciple hauled her to the edge of the roof and secured a rope about
her. Then she gave a signal,
a high-pitched whistle. Two blocks
away, a car exploded into the street.
Li Mei felt herself being lowered to the
ground. Wildcat was waiting for
her there. Within a few seconds
Tiger joined them and together the two black-clad young women hauled her
into a waiting vehicle. Ocelot
was behind the wheel. Still too
dazed and pained to completely understand what was going on, her companions
spirited her away from the scene of her latest
defeat. She had experienced a
night that she would not soon forget.
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