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 Metro City and that was dealing with the four superheroines who constantly patrolled the city.  The Black Leopard had come up against them several times and had not always won.  The last encounter had been particularly disastrous.  Her entire crime organization had been almost completely destroyed and she had been betrayed by her supposedly loyal henchman, the brutal mad doctor.  She could not afford too many more setbacks like that.  It had taken her months of carefully staged burglaries to get her back to a decent level of existence.  She needed just one more big crime and then she could branch out into something really lucrative.  She had spent the last few weeks researching her latest theft.  It would be risky, but spectacular, and if successful would make her very wealthy indeed. 

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 leopard’s 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 Metro City.  The windows of the luxury vehicle were tinted to hide its passengers, and this late at night there were few to see the car in any case.  Nevertheless, Tiger halted the car several blocks from the museum.  They would go on foot from there and return to the car after finishing their robbery. 

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 world’s 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 doctor’s 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 victim’s 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 Count’s cruel lips.  He could feel his victim’s 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 Mei’s body shook in the frigid air, her magnificent breasts quivering and her nipples hardening as they were exposed to the cold. 

“What’s 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.

“That’s it, my beauty, excite me.”  Count Rodna resumed his destruction of Li Mei’s 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 Metro City would have heard Li Mei’s cry of pain.  But it got worse, much worse.  Having gained access to her rear entrance, he expanded his shrunken phallus and rammed it deep with in her.  For a few seconds Li Mei fainted from the pain.  But when she awoke the Count was still there.  The anal rape continued for another two hours.  Then, as the sky lightened, the Count turned her over for the last time.  Bending over her swollen breasts, he sank his fangs into her left tit, just above the nipple ring.  The blood flowed.  He drank deeply.  And then satiated, he left his battered naked victim, changed form, and flew off into the morning. 

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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