Cheetah Lives by Steve Zink Part 3 I left the DC Comics booth area, then went to the back wall of the hall, looking for a ladies' room. I found one after a short search, and couldn't believe that there wasn't a line of women waiting to use it! The people running this convention center must have heard about the lawsuits, and built enough facilities to satisfy the users. The carpet of the convention hall floors gave way to tile in the rest room, and the heels on my boots started to click loudly, drawing the eyes of the two women primping in the mirrors. One scowled, the other grinned broadly. I could tell who I'd rather meet with for fun later on! The stall I entered was more than big enough for my now tiny body to change clothes in. I took off Prissy's finery, and carefully folded and packed them into the shoulder bag after I took my costume out. It took no time at all to put on the costume, since it was a one piece item from head to toe. Sitting on the toilet seat, I pulled both feet into the legs of the costume, fitting them into the built in platform shoes at the ends. I put my hands into the sleeves, then pulled them into the flesh colored vinyl gloves. Pulling two zippers closed completed my transformation into the Cheetah, one from by ass up to my neck on my back, the other down from the top of my head to the neck, sealing my head in the cowl. The only problem was getting all my hair to stay inside. Carrying my shoulder bag in my left hand, I exited the stall, seeing only the woman who'd grinned earlier still in the facility. She looked up, and saw my new image. She whistled, then said, "Wow! That's some costume you've got there, lady." "Why, thank you," I replied. "I'm going to go put Wonder Woman out of commission!" She probably thought I was referring to just looking better than the Amazon, because she quickly came back with, "Knock her dead!" I winked at her, then went back out into the convention hall. I found a good spot to hide my bag where I could come back for it later, then went back towards the DC booth. I was delayed a bit in getting there, because so many fans wanted to stop me and take my picture. I'm probably one of the few costumed criminals who enjoyed having my picture take. Hell, the police sure wouldn't be able to see any part of the person under the costume! I finally made it to the area near the DC Comics crowd, and both Wonder Women were still there. My foe actually seemed to be having fun telling her not so well endowed twin how to better portray her. I casually walked up to Wonder Woman, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, and gasped briefly before saying, "That is a fantastic Cheetah costume! You've really done an incredible job in making yourself look like her." "Thank you, Wonder Woman," I replied, "I can truly say that I just don't look like her, I am her!" "You've really gotten into character," the Amazon said while turning to face me completely. She continued, "You've definitely got a good chance in the costume contest with that Cheetah costume. I've decided it wouldn't be fair for me to be in any of the contests. I'm just going to watch and enjoy." I took Wonder Woman's right hand and squeezed it between my own, then said, "How would you like to join me in checking out some of the costumes around the hall?" "Thanks for the offer," she said, since she hadn't been out on the floor for a good while. We turned, and headed back towards the front door, to start at the beginning, or so Wonder Woman thought. I made sure that I was walking on her right side, and when I had maneuvered us into a crowded area where we would be bustled, I took Wonder Woman's golden lasso off her belt. She didn't feel it go, since the crowds were banging all around her. I quickly made a small loop in the lasso, and pulled it over right wrist. This she noticed. When Wonder Woman turned to ask what was going on, but before she could say anything, I brought my lips close to her ear so I wouldn't be overheard. I told her, "You are wrapped in your own magic lasso, in my control. Don't say a thing. Start walking toward the back of the hall, and I'll be at your side, leading you by your golden leash! Nod if you understand me, Wonder Woman!" The Amazon's head gently moved up and down, a meek look on her face. Her will was no longer her own. As we started back to where I'd hidden my shoulder bag, I leaned over towards my thrall, and told her, "If any fans want to stop us, be sure to oblige them. Smile for their pictures, because it's the last time Wonder Woman will be posing for photos." My warning paid off, because a large number of photographers wanted to get the Amazon on film, and most shot from angle where the golden line on her right wrist could not be seen. I stood by her side for some of the pictures, behind her for the rest. This time, I declined to have my own picture taken by myself. I didn't want very many people to notice that I was holding on to the golden lasso. Once I finally had my bag slung under the hand opposite Wonder Woman, I told her to head for her hotel room. We made it back through the crowd in the hall, then exited the building. Luckily for us, there were a number of convention goers in costume both on the street and in the foyer of Wonder Woman's hotel. It was only one block away from my own, and that was going to make this much easier. We made our way to her room, and finally we had some privacy. Now in a full commanding voice, I said, "Relax, Wonder Woman. I hope you can feel the strength of your own magic lasso bending your will. We're going to make some changes here, tonight. I will no longer have the Amazon to vex my plans. In fact, you're going to become an integral part of my plans! Now, take off your costume. Do it the slow way, by actually pulling the pieces off, not spinning out of it." The blank look on her face as she sat to unzip her boots told me that Wonder Woman was totally without willpower. When Wonder Woman had taken off the last part of her costume, the red and gold bustier, I had her sit on the end of her bed. I let out some slack in the lasso, then collected the entire Wonder Woman costume and put it in my shoulder bag. "Tell me," I said, "what is your name?" She actually seemed to be thinking about this before answering, then replied, "I am Diana Prince, but I'm also Dave Gibson, and I am Wonder Woman." I got one more answer than I'd expected. "You say one of your names is Dave Gibson? How is this so?" "I was getting dressed in my Wonder Woman costume for the convention when something magical made me real," was her response. This made me do a quick check of other things in the room. There was no evidence of a male ever being in the room; all the clothes in the dresser and the luggage were feminine. "You and I share something then, Diana. Forget any memories you have of Dave Gibson. Tell me once again, what is your name?" The Amazon came back quicker this time, saying, "My name is Diana Prince, and I am Wonder Woman." Good, I thought, this was working just as I'd hoped it would. "Diana, tell me, what do you do for a living, when you aren't being Wonder Woman?" "I am a field agent for the Defense Intelligence Agency," was how she answered. "Diana, you don't know who Wonder Woman is, do you?" I asked her. The lasso did it's job. "No, I'm sorry, I have no idea who Wonder Woman is. Is that important?" "Well, Wonder Woman used to be a pain in the side for us while we did our crimes. You also have no idea of the true nature of your job with the DIA, do you Diana?" "I work there. Is there more that I do?" was her puzzled reply. I gathered my thoughts, then said, "Diana, you are a mole in the DIA, feeding information on important matters back to me for us to use in our crimes. You are assistant of mine, and you've called yourself the Puma. We've worked together on a number of crimes, and you are almost ready to go out on your own. You and I are also partners in our night time activities, since we both are whory sluts who can't get enough use of our pussies to satisfy us. When you're on the street, you like to be called Klitty Kitty. You and I usually get on with each other when we aren't being fucked by males. We're both bisexuals who get as much fun with female partners as males." A smile seemed to be forming on the Amazon's lips as these facts settled into her mind to become her memory. I decided to add one last instruction before letting her go. "Dianna, you also have a number of super powers which you use as the Puma. If you search your memories, you will become aware of all that you are capable of." Her eyes closed, and her brow seemed to scrunch up, then Dianna smiled. "Tell me once again, now," I told her, "what is your name, and tell me all the details of what you do." "I am Dianna Prince, a field agent with the Defense Intelligence Agency, using that position as a cover for my gathering of information to leak to my partner, the Cheetah, and any others giving the right price for it. In my work with the Cheetah, I put on my Puma costume and use all my super powered abilities to help her and myself to commit all kinds of crimes. I'm also a partner with the Cheetah in working the streets after nightfall, where I call myself Klitty Kitty, to try and satisfy the massive needs of our pussies. She and I are the sluttiest whores on the East Coast. We usually get together by ourselves to satisfy each other when we can't get males. I enjoy going either way, actually." This was music to my ears. Wonder Woman was no more, and I now had a super powered partner to work with, in all aspects of my life. Cheetah had Puma to work with in criminal activity, Prissy had Klitty to accompany her, and Priscilla would be working with Dianna to syphon classified information from the government. I gathered the lasso in my hands, then loosened the loop around my new partner's wrist. I put the lasso in the bag with the rest of her old costume. I had further uses in mind for that lasso. "Diana," I said, "why don't you show me your Puma costume? I'd like to see if you've done anything to make it better." "Sure, Cheetah, I'd love to show you the newest variation on my costume. You know I like to change it a lot from time to time, just to be different!" she replied with glee. She stood up and went to the middle of the floor, giggled, then said, "You just watch!" Diana spun counterclockwise, as I'm sure she'd done countless times in her past, in our new universe. I'm sure she has never done so while naked in the past, though. Seeing her massive breasts lifting up as she spun got my juices flowing. When she stopped spinning, the Puma had taken Diana's place. The costume she was wearing was a killer! A tan leotard with a white chest area covered her upper body, with matching tan gloves going halfway up her biceps. There were what appeared to be retractable claws in her fingertips. Her legs were covered by tan thigh high boots, the stiletto heels of which had to be at least 6 inches high. There was a tan cowl covering the top and sides of her head, and Dianna made sure no one would identify her by having a sexy mask covering her face as part of the cowl. The crowning touch was the set of cat whiskers attached to the nose of the mask. "Well, boss, what do you think?" I walked over to Puma, and said, "You keep doing sexy costumes like that one, and I might have to do something to enliven my own to give you competition!" I opened my arms invitingly, and Puma embraced me in a loving hug. I couldn't wait to get her into bed with me! First things, first, though. "Puma, we can wait 'til we get home to get into action in our costumes. How about we both get into our night time costumes, and go get some fun?" "I can't wait, Cheetah. My pussy is already yearning for some action. Stand back, and I'll get changed!" Puma started to spin once I'd backed off, and when she stopped, Klitty stood there in a black leather miniskirt, a bright red tube top, crotchless red fishnet tights, and black patent leather knee high "fuck me" boots, with pointed toes and 6 inch heels. How did I know they were crotchless? Need you ask? I took off my Cheetah costume, and carefully laid it on top of the Wonder Woman costume in my bag. The clothes I'd worn into the convention earlier were then put back on, so I could get to my own room, with Klitty in tow, to change into something more daring. We made quite a sight, going through first her hotel lobby, then mine after walking two blocks outside. I could tell that we were definitely going to have some fun. When we got to my room, the message light was blinking on my phone. I asked Klitty to get the message while I stripped from my "normal" clothes. As I was pulling on my own black fishnets, she said, "The message was from the guy who hoped you remembered from earlier in the evening at the convention. His name is Jake, and he wanted to get together with you after the show closed at 11." "What do you think, Klitty, should we bring him up to the room later on to give him some fun?" "Sounds like fun to me, Prissy. Before or after the street?" I giggled, and replied, "After, of course! We have to get some action before 11, don't we?" "Oh, I don't know," Klitty said in a soft, sexy voice, "We could occupy ourselves for an hour or two, don't you think?" By now, I was finished dressing for the street, and told Klitty, "And waste this great dressing up we've done? Not on your life!" I was in a blue leather miniskirt, white lace blouse with a little black bow on my neck, and stiletto heeled pumps to match my skirt. Klitty's full head of black hair went nicely with her skirt and boots, while my own blonde mane settled on the white blouse perfectly. She and I would have to try using different colored wigs sometime, just to see what they could do for our outfits. I left a return message for our friend at the convention, then we hit the streets. After we'd each been with a couple of men who liked what they saw, I couldn't believe who I saw walking down the street toward our corner. It was the woman I'd seen in the restroom earlier in the evening, who liked what she'd seen then. I waved to her, and without trying to disappoint Klitty, I ended up having my first lesbian affair that evening. Her name was Katey, and before she left my room, I slipped the lasso around her wrist and gave her instructions for how to join with us later. I was setting up a surprise for Klitty! As it got closer to 11PM, I gathered up Klitty, who wanted very badly to stay on the corner where she was having so much fun, but I told her we had prior engagements. Klitty and I were petting each other on my bed when we heard a knock on the door. After we quickly straightened ourselves, I got up to go let in our latest bedmate. Seeing a familiar face when I looked through the door's peephole, I opened it to welcome Jake in. He was in for a treat. Neither of us had any intention of charging Jake for his time, and he was getting two for the price of none! I made a point of leaving the door slightly ajar, with the latch not quite closed. I doubted we had any worry about intruders, and I had a special intruder I was watching for to sneak in. I went with Jake first, while Klitty bided her time. I think I saw her sneak into the bathroom to get off by herself while we were hard at it, but I couldn't hold that against her. After all, I made her that way! I finished with Jake, and asked Klitty to give him a good time. I noted that the time was 11:25. Good, 5 minutes to go! Klitty and Jake were busy 69ing each other at 11:30 when the door eased open. I held my finger to my lips, then waved my hand. Katey had followed my instructions to the letter. She marched into the room, wearing the black leather dominatrix outfit I'd instructed her to obtain. Mistress Kat was in a sleeveless vest with French cut legs, her cleavage proudly displayed by the deep V down her chest. The black back seamed hose she wore was held up by garters attached to the vest. Shoulder length gloves were on her arms, thigh high stiletto heeled boots on her legs, and a 3 foot long riding crop was brandished in her left hand. Her red hair was tightly bunned in the back, and a domino mask covered her eyes. She snuck over to the bed, and without warning, gave Jake a light swack across his buns. "Get out of bed, slaves!" she ordered, and Jake flew off of Klitty, who looked in wonder at the vision in black, then tumbled out of the bed herself. "Jake, would you please leave now?" I asked, and after he'd quickly thrown on his clothes, he scampered out the door. I turned to Klitty, and said, "Meet the newest member of our team, Klitty. This is Mistress Kat. She has a slightly different outfit she wears when she is working with us as Black Leopard. I used the magic lasso on her earlier this evening to bring her into our fold. Kat, show Klitty how much you enjoy both taking and giving." Mistress Kat walked over to Klitty, and with her crop, drew Klitty's head to her own pussy, which she uncovered by unzipping the crotch of her vest. Klitty tongue whipped her clit, then gently kissed her labia. Kat then said, "Get back on the bed, Klitty, I want to give you in return what you've given me." Kat approached Klitty from her feet, spreading Klitty's legs to open her crotch. Kat dove into Klitty's muff, her tongue lapping up the juices that had been building there, then she flicked it across Klitty's clit to arouse it, after which she nibbled on it gently with her teeth. When Kat had finished, she and Klitty looked to me in expectation. "Ladies, this is the team which shall take on the world both day and night, attacking society as a pack of cats and satisfying ourselves while draining the pockets of takers at night. With our combined expertise, we will take on any challengers, and with the help of the magic lasso which we now own, we may get even more teammates. Let's show the world what we can do!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Bill Morrell joined with his friend Samantha, looking down in glee at the result of Bill's early Halloween handiwork. They'd have to really outdo themselves to find a better spell at the end of October.