Panther

by

Tom Adams

Panther’s body rocked back and forth as the subway rolled down the tracks. She didn’t like to ride the subway home because it didn’t stop near her apartment. There was a long walk waiting for her after she got off. And an area she had to walk through made her feel uncomfortable. I figure at least one mugging an hour in that area, she thought. Too bad I had to work late at the office and now it’s dark. But while your broken car is in the garage, you get around as best you can.

Every man in the subway car was either glancing or just plain staring at Panther which added to her discomfort. But the muscles beneath her dark brown skin made it hard not to look She was a body builder and her short sleeved shirt and skirt that stopped just above her knees revealed a lot of power and beauty in her arms and calves. Her large, high tits and beautiful face and dark eyes were no doubt helping to set off a lot of sexual fantasies. She was indeed a very attractive black woman. Her clothes would not have been that revealing on the average girl, but on Panther, almost anything but a sack would be revealing.

The subway reached her stop. Panther got up, smiled at a few of the men to give them a thrill and got off. Some men can be so fucking gullible, she thought. Show them a little tits and ass and their brains turn to jello faster than their dicks turn to steel.

She walked cautiously down a dimly lit street. She was not afraid of being attacked by a lone assailant. In fact, one of Panther’s secrets was that she loved to fight in the nude. And she would always tease her opponents into taking their clothes off. She found the feel of her skin and muscles against theirs to absolutely sensual. Panther had never lost a fight. She was as quick as she was strong and on several occasions she had killed her opponent with her bare hands when she thought it was justified.

But this could be different, thought Panther as she continued on down the street. What if there are two or three assailants. I might not be able to handle that. And she remembered reading something in the newspaper about the mysterious disappearance of several girls in the area. But home was just a few blocks away.

"Excuse me. I’m lost. Could you tell me how to get to the subway station?"

For a second Panther was startled. He seemed to come from out of nowhere. But he looked harmless enough. She started to give him directions, not noticing another man who had slipped up behind her with an iron pipe in his hand. Panther felt a blinding pain in her head as the pipe crashed into her skull and then everything went dark

Panther slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on the scene around her. She had the worst headache of her life, but was beginning to size up her situation. It was not encouraging. Her hands were firmly tied to a steel pipe behind her that ran from the floor to the ceiling of wherever she was. But where the hell was she?

"Well, welcome back, pretty girl," said the man who had asked for directions. "No need to scream or cry for help. You’re in the basement of an old abandoned warehouse. No one will hear you. I’m John. The man with the iron pipe is Fred." Fred, still holding the pipe, gave her a mocking smile.

"We get paid to watch this property, keep vagrants out, that type of thing," said John. "In return we get to live here; and we get a small salary and a safe place to have fun with our hobby."

"Your hobby?" asked Panther as she began to struggle with the ropes behind her back. When they tied her, they didn’t realize how strong she was and her hands were slowly working free.

"That’s right, pretty woman," said Fred still holding onto the pipe. "Take a look at this."

Fred walked over to a TV, cut it on and slipped a tape into a VCR. Panther also noticed a camcorder on a tripod sitting across the room.

After a few seconds an image appeared on the screen. It was another woman with her hands tied to the same pole. After a few seconds Fred came into the scene holding his pipe and then John armed with a baseball bat. They gave the woman a few, firm jabs in the stomach with the pipe and bat. She begged them to stop, but they just laughed. "What’s the matter, pretty woman," said Fred on the screen. "Aren’t you having fun? We are." The woman kicked at them But John laughed and hit her hard across the thighs with the baseball bat.

Panther turned her head away from the screen as Fred and John proceeded to beat the life out of the woman with blows to the stomach, chest and ribs. So this is what happened to those women who disappeared, thought Panther.

John cut the TV off and said, "You noticed we never touched her face."

"That’s right," said Fred. "We never touch a pretty woman’s face. It just wouldn’t be right And we always let the next pretty woman see what happened to the last pretty woman." He walked over to the camcorder and pointed it at Panther.

"You are both sick, absolutely sick," said Panther who had worked her hands free.

"No, no, we’re not sick. We’re both very healthy," said John as they both laughed.

Panther stepped away from the pole and striped her clothes off. She stood with her hands on her hips, flexing her muscles and glaring defiantly at the men. She then took a few steps in their direction. It was obvious she was about to attack them. Fred and John stared at her. They were admiring her beautiful body and also taking a good look at her muscles, wondering how much of a fight they had on their hands.

"As you can see, I like to fight in the nude," said Panther. "How about you boys."

"Hell, I’ll try anything once, pretty woman" said Fred, taking off his clothes.

"Me too," chimed in John. "Let’s all get naked," he said laughing.

"I just want you to know that I’m going to kill both of you with my bare hands," said Panther as she clasped them in front of her waist and flexed the bulging muscles in her arms chest and shoulders.

Fred and John had stopped laughing.

"Uh, maybe we should talk about this," said Fred.

"Shut the fuck up, Fred," said John. "She’s just trying to psyche us out. We may not be muscle men. But we’re in pretty good shape, there are two of us and we have an iron pipe and a baseball bat. I say we beat the shit out of her."

John swung at her head with the bat, but Panther just ducked and kicked him in the stomach causing him to double up in pain. Next Fred drew back with the pipe, but Panther sent a left fist to his jaw before he could even swing. Fred staggered back against the wall.

John recovered quickly and swung the bat at Panther again. She saw where the blow was aimed and didn’t bother to get out of the way. The baseball bat hit her rock hard midsection and she just looked at John and grinned. Then she put her hands behind her head and flexed her stomach muscles into a solid mass that was as hard as a tree trunk. John looked at her midsection in awe. Then with a look of determination he drew back and slammed the bat into her gut as hard as he could.

"Ouch," John said as his hands stung. When you break a baseball bat in a game it always makes your hands sting. The bat had broken on Panther’s stomach.

But panther was so amused at John she had forgotten Fred for a few seconds. He slipped behind her and slammed the iron pipe across her back. She dropped to her knees in pain. Then he swung at her head. She managed to half duck and half role with the punch, but it left her groggy.

Fred and John stood in front of Panther, who was still on her knees, her arms hanging by her side.

"Do you want to finish her off, John, or do you want me to do it?" asked Fred.

"You go ahead, Fred. Bash her brains out with the pipe. My bats broken," said John

But Fred and John had gotten careless. They had forgotten they were nude. And they had forgotten were they were standing with the most vulnerable parts of their anatomy totally exposed.

Suddenly Panther’s hands shot up. She grabbed both men by the balls and started to squeeze. They both screamed. Fred dropped the pipe and it made a clanging sound and rolled across the floor. They were both on their knees in unbelievable pain. They clawed at Panther’s fingers but the muscles in her forearms gave her an unbreakable grip. In desperation they both began to pound their fist into her head, but she just held on and tightened her grip even more.

When she was satisfied she had crushed their balls, Panther got John’s neck between her powerful legs in a scissors hold. She put Fred into a choke hold with her arms and began to crush both men’s windpipes. They were still in so much pain they gave little resistance.

Their windpipes began to buckle. They couldn’t breathe. Both men suddenly realized that Panther was doing exactly what she said she was going to do, kill them with her bare hands. With the last bit of strength left in them both men got to their feet and began to stagger around the room with Panther suspended in mid air between them It was a complete accident, but in their stagger they slammed Panther’s body into the pole she had been tied to. She thought she felt a couple of ribs crack, but she held on. The men didn’t have much time left.

A few seconds later they both dropped to the floor, unconscious. Panther held her grips until she was sure they had stopped breathing. She got to her feet and in a rage threw the camcorder into the TV set. Then she picked up the TV and smashed it onto floor. Panther grabbed the videos of all the girls who had been killed and ripped them open creating a pile of video tape, took all the tape into the rest room and flushed it down the toilet. Panther checked to make sure Fred and John were dead, quickly put on her clothes and left.

Panther took a deep breath of fresh air as she left the warehouse. Her head ached, her body was sore, but she began to feel better with each breath she took. The air down in the basement was so stale. Now if I can just figure out where I am, she thought.

After about an hour of walking, Panther found her way back to her neighborhood. And now she was horny. Fighting always aroused her, made her want to fuck. And that had been one hell of a fight. Her boyfriend Ted was out of town this week. So now what do I do, thought Panther. One of two things I guess. Go home and masturbate or try to find a man, quick

There was a little bar near her apartment. It was two o’clock in the morning, but Panther decided to go in. There were two couples sitting at tables and one lone male at the bar. She sat down several stools away from him and ordered a drink. Don’t want to be too obvious about this, she thought.

After a few minutes he came over and sat down beside her. He looked to be in his mid thirties, had blond hair and blue eyes, a trim slightly muscular build and a quick smile.

"My name’s Bob," he said.

"Panther here," she replied.

"Live nearby?" he asked.

"In town for a few days, staying with a friend in the neighborhood," she lied, not wanting him to know where she lived.

"Me too," he said.

It’s amazing how short conversations can get at two in the morning, thought Panther.

"Panther, I’m going to be very blunt. Please don’t think of me as crude," said Bob.

"Go ahead, Bob" said Panther with an amused look on her face.

"You are very attractive. Can we go to my friend’s apartment for awhile. He’s out for the night. It’s very safe. The building is full of tenants. If I try anything and you scream, at least fifty people followed by the police will come flying through the door. If we like each other, fine. If we don’t and you leave, fine."

Panther laughed. "Bob, you are a master of the direct approach," she said. "Let’s go."

In Bob’s friend’s apartment the lights were brighter and he got a better look at Panther’s muscular appearance.

"You look like a female bodybuilder," said Bob.

"I am," replied Panther. "And now it’s my turn to be blunt. I’m horny as hell and want a good looking man’s dick in me in the worst way. And when I take my clothes off, you’ll immediately realize that if you try to hurt me , no tenants or police will be needed. I’ll just beat the shit out of you." And then she quickly stripped all her clothes off.

"Holy shit," said Bob as he looked at her powerful, muscular physique. And then he quickly stripped his clothes off.

Panther thought Bob had an attractive body. It was trim, slightly muscular, not even in the same league with her, of course, but overall in good shape. And he had a nice looking dick, large but not huge. Size wasn’t really that important to Panther anyway. It was the ability to keep an erection that was crucial.

"Panther, may I be blunt again?" asked Bob.

She laughed. "Bob, all we’ve been is blunt. What the fuck, go ahead."

"Well, I’ve seen women like you in the muscle magazines. And I’ve always wanted to be with one of those women and have them flex so I can caress their muscles."

And this is exactly the type thing that can turn me on even more, thought Panther. "Let’s get started," she said.

Bob walked over to Panther. She raised both arms parallel to the floor, clinched her fists and slowly brought her forearms down causing her large biceps to bulge until they reached an unbelievable peak. Bob took a deep breath and ran his fingers over her peaks, gently stroking them. Panther just closed her eyes. God he’s got great hands, she thought.

Then she clasped her hands together in front of her, causing the muscles in the back of her arms forearms and shoulders to flex. Bob responded by caressing every muscle in these groups, gently running his fingers over her skin.

Bob’s dick was beginning to get hard and he didn’t realize it, but he was arousing Panther into a near frenzy.

Then she turned around and let him feel the muscles in her back and reach around to feel her thick chest. He also cupped her large tits and ran his fingers over the nipples. Then his hands were on her stomach. Panther put her hands behind her head and flexed the muscles in her gut.

"Jesus your stomach is made out of steel," said Bob almost gasping.

"It’s my best, sexiest and most powerful set of muscles," Panther said with pride.

Bob then sank to his knees and put his arms around Panther to feel her rock hard ass and the large muscles in the front and back of her thighs. She rose up on her toes so he could feel her muscular calves and he even ran his fingers over the bottoms of her well arched feet.

‘That’s me, top to bottom," said Panther, who couldn’t remember the time she had been this aroused. "Now go over to the bed and lay down on your back." She looked at Bob’s dick. It was fully erect.

"Bob, I’m going to give you the fuck of your life," she said. "I just have two rules. One, I stay on top and totally control the fucking. Two, I’m almost insatiable and if you let your dick go limp before I’m completely satisfied, I’ll kill you. Do you understand the rules, Bob."

Bob nodded a yes. He didn’t really believe she would kill him, and no one had ever come within a mile of arousing him the way she had. There was no way he was going to back out now.

Panther shoved his dick into her pussy and hunched forward with almost violent strokes reaching orgasm after orgasm. At first her muscles were just firm, but as she began to have trouble reaching an orgasm she would tense them until they almost cramped, especially the large, bulging muscles in her ass, thighs and calves. She was wet with perspiration and breathing in gasps, but she would not stop.

God what an animal, thought Bob. I hope I can keep an erection until she gets through.

During her last orgasms Panther was straining every single muscle in her body, even the muscles in her feet. Bob ran his hands over every inch of her he could. She felt like coiled steel. And then with one last moan she was finished.

She lay still for a few minutes and then said with a smile, "Congratulations, Bob, your dick is still hard."

"I’m too young to die," responded Bob, and they both laughed.

"I guess we’ll both be leaving town in a couple of days," said Bob as Panther got dressed. "God I wish a could have you every night."

"You can have me every night, Bob" said Panther.

"Where?" asked Bob his eyes lighting up.

"In your dreams, Bob, in your dreams," she said as she blew him a kiss and walked out the door.