Black Cat: Fierce Competition

By Don Ship

Shapely Latina super heroine, Black Cat, has been working long and hard to caught a trio of notorious street pimps. She finally had proof they were running a white slavery operation, kidnapping pretty young women and selling them to brothels and other pimps. But just when Black Cat is ready to spring her trap, her arch rival, Platinum Angel, arrives to steal her glory. Will their back alley catfight alert the hated pimps? Can the two rival super heroines pull it together to stop the white slavery operation? Or will their hate for each other bring them down, and within the unmerciful power of the pimps?

Warning: Explicit sex and violence, bondage, M/f, girl-on-girl, super heroine, sex, peril

This is a story of approximately 14,500 words. This is a great story if you love stories about super heroine getting in over their heads.

Snippet:

“And just where do you think you’re going?” a beautiful feminine voice asked from above and behind.
Black Cat’s heart dropped into her stomach. She knew that voice. It was her bane, her most arrogant and self-righteous nemesis. Platinum Angel, an Alpha Meta, or Amazon, Super Heroine. A noted and celebrated Super Heroine for more than a dozen years.
The sexy black clad FEM fighter whirled around, brown eyes blazing. She looked up at the gorgeous platinum blonde Super Heroine, a member of the ruthless Fierce Angels, a relatively new Alpha Meta sorority of Super Heroines. Platinum Angel was so gorgeous it hurt. She was one of the few women that made Black Cat feel inadequate. And she was so smug and arrogant.
“You can just leave, Platinum Angel,” she snarled. “This is my bust. I did the leg work and I will take them down. Your assistance is neither needed nor desired. Shove off.”
As an Alpha Meta, Platinum Angel had one advantage over Black Cat. She possessed a Power. Platinum Angel was a Telekinetic Power, giving her the ability to pick up and hurl anything great distances. So it was no effort at all to pick herself up and “fly” through the air at incredible speeds. At the moment she was floating five feet above Black Cat like some angel from stripper Heaven.
Platinum Angel’s full pink lips curled into a mischievous smile and her baby blues twinkled with delight behind a pure white mask. A light breeze played in her waist length silver blonde tresses, and ruffled the pure white “angel wings” of her headdress. The amazing Amazon had a spectacular five foot ten body with titanic 44DDs, barely concealed in a mirror like silver bikini, with silver thigh boots and silver opera gloves.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry, Black Cat,” Platinum Angel said, dropping the rest of the way. Her stilettos clattered softly on the concrete and she struck a classic Super Heroine pose. “But it’s time for you to step aside and let the big girls play.”
“I am not some airhead Amazon,” Black Cat said. “I am a celebrated member of the FEM Fighters here in Ocean City. Indeed, I’ve received National commendations. So take your bimbo smile and bimbo bikini clad body and fly away. I am taking these deadbeats on solo. I don’t share, so scram.”
“Ooh, kitty has claws,” Platinum Angel crooned, scratching in the air at Black Cat. The sexy FEM fighter didn’t appreciate being mocked. “I’m all a-quiver in fear.”
“You should be,” Black Cat said, eyes narrowing and body tensing up for combat.
Platinum Angel paused, looking her over closely. She didn’t look impressed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Don Ship
• Release date: Aug 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466196520

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BLACK CAT: FIERCE COMPETITON

By

Don Ship

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Copyright 2011 by Don Ship

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BLACK CAT: FIERCE COMPETITION

By Don Ship

Carmen Ortega smiled, eyes narrowing to slits. She stopped her black Corvette and watched the men in the rear view mirror. Filthy pimps. Worse, they are trafficking in white slaves. Or more correctly, they were kidnapping young beautiful women and forcing them into prostitution.

Carmen despised pimps more than any other creature in the world.

Carmen smiled contentedly. It had been a long three month stakeout and investigation. Her toughest case to crack yet, but now she knew which pimps were responsible. All she needed to do was catch them in the act. And she was about to do that right now.

It took the gorgeous Latina two months to even get a lead. Then another two weeks to narrow it down to one of three pimps. A week later, she discovered to her surprise, and delight, all three pimps were involved. And that last week was stalking them in and out of costume, until just on a hunch she drove over and witnessed two of the three pimps capturing a young black girl.

She didn’t have time to change, so followed them in her car to this mostly deserted street near the red light district. Their purple Caddy pulled up to what looked like an abandoned office/warehouse. The bay door opened at their approach. She passed them as she watched in her rear view mirror to make sure they really went inside.

They did.

After confirming their location, Carmen whipped into a nearby alley and pulled a small locked suitcase out of the scant storage the Corvette possessed. Finding a jimmied door, she went inside a deserted building and changed.

First thing, Carmen put on the black mask. If any derelicts or vagrants happened upon her half out of her costume, she didn’t want them to be able to identify her. Crime lords would LOVE to find someone who had seen her naked face. They would find a way to locate her with an eye witness. After the mask, she donned the wide black latex choker, with the silver cat’s face medallion—her symbol. Then she stripped out of her low cut red sweater, tight jeans, and lacy red bra. She put on dark, black pantyhose and wiggled into a tight black latex bodysuit. It was low cut with long sleeves, displaying a generous portion of cleavage, and with a set of spectacular 40DDs she had a lot of cleavage to display. Being French cut, the skimpy catsuit made her shapely legs look a mile long. She pulled on a pair of black stiletto heeled calf boots with gray laces up the front, and then slipped into latex opera gloves.

"Now to add the power," she said, smiling with pleasure as she fastened a charcoal gray FEM belt around her narrow waist. She groaned with pleasure as she felt the heady power surge through her shapely body. That was always her favorite part of dressing in her FEM Fighter costume. The Force Energization and Magnification Belt was a technological wonder that made normal people as strong as Alpha Meta women, which equated ten times the strength of a strong man. Then she put a pair of charcoal gray braces on her wrists. The left brace produced a bubble-like force shield that could stop a tank round, while the right brace