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I found this on my backup drive when I was cleaning house. It's not a complete story but I liked it enough to post it here and to consider finishing it. Hope you like it so far.

It was almost as if her eyelids were glued together, the effort of opening either of them seemed seemed too high a price to pay, but open them she did, slowly tenatively, every millimetre agony. It was like sandpapering her own eyes and even when that sensation began to die away they were unfocused and water filled. She moaned softly and tried without much success to move her head from side to side. She blinked away some of the water and a picture of her surrounding began to emerge. The edge of her vision was still blurred but above her was a large and very bright light shining down causing her to close her eyes again. she opened them and looked to either side, or at least as far as she could. Her head seemed to be fixed rigidly inplace, she could feel a tight band across her forehead. It suddenly occurred to her that she could not hear, there was something pushing against either side of her head, covering her ears and locking her head into frustrating immobility. One by one she tried to move her limbs only to find that both legs and arms were strapped tightly to the surface she was lying on. In a moment of panic she began to thrash around in a futile attempt to free herself. she screamed out in frustration realizing that she was also strapped down at the knees waist and above her chest. She gasped in the sudden horror that she was naked and the belt that gave her both confidence and power was no longer touching her thin athletic waist. She screamed and shouted for what seemed like an age before closing her eyes again sobbing in frustration at the predicament that shefound herself in.

The man had been watching her the whole time, a satisfied smile playing across his face as he played idly with the belt taht helped to make her such an extraordinary woman. He turned and opened a small hidden safe in the wall behind him, placed the belt inside along with the skimpy two piece that she laughingly called a costume, closed the door and span the combination dial. He picked up a still hot cup of tea and took a much needed sip beofre turning and slipping silently away.

The previous day......

Celeste Marchand slid out of the leather seat and handed the keys of her white convertible to the valet. She smiled kindly at him and pushed a generous tip into is hands. The valet watched the gently swaying of her athletic bottom climbing the steps to the hotel foyer before turning away with a shake of his head and climbing into the car. His thoughs were filled with visions of the black haired Celeste thrashing beneath him. He pulled around the insignificant little man in the creased suit without a thought and did not see him follow Celeste into the exclusive hotel.
Carter Maxwell stepped into the lift a momant before Celeste and politely asked which floor she was headed to. She smiled back at him her full lips framing her perfect teeth the smile going all the way to her playfull brown eyes. He pressed the button for her floor and then his and stood back and waited at the back of the lift. He watched her in open admiration. She truly was beautiful and yet he knew she was so much more. His research over many months had led him to the conclusion that Celeste Marchand heir of the Marchand Perfume Empire was also the superheroine known as The Jaguar. He imagined her long black hair flowing in the breeze her body adorned only with the skimpy bra and pants made from some mysterious fibre, a mask of balck leather covering the upper part of her face and of course the Jaguar Belt, a magical item which imbued her with the strength and agility of it's namesake, wearing it made her a beacon of hope, a dam against the tide of crime threatening to engulf the city, it was almost a shame that soon that dam would burst. The lift door opend with a ping and he watched her walk away down the cooridoor towards her suite. tonight the Jaguar would walk ans tonight he would put it on a very tight leash. It was time for the Jaguar to learn a few life lessons. The door closed and the lift slid upwards.

Celeste dropped her bag onto the opulant sofa and discarded the room key on to an ornate sidetable. She walked acroos the room undressing as she did so hooking the dress over a chair and her underwear onto the corner of the bed, she kicked off her high heeled shoes and padded into the bathroom. It felt good to be naked again. It had been too long. she stood for a few moments scrunching up the thick pile of the carpet with her strong muscular toes. She took a deep breath. The city was no place for her but she had business to attend to. A meeting to attend and her technical departent were going to courier over a sample of her cometitions new perfume for her to sample. She hoped their latest scent "Night Feline" would be more than a match for it. Marchand & Son were a big player in the ethical scent game amazing their rivals with a range of sensual fragrances that were developed only using natural ingediants and were the envy of her less scrupulour rivals. Recently though a new company Dark Passions had made some inroads into Marchands market and Celeste needed to understand how. She opened her eyes and stepped into the walk in shower and turned it on revelling in the pwerful jets of steaming water that pounded her body and left her both breathless and totally alive. She stood there for an age revelling in the sensation before finally turning it off and wrapping herself in a huge fluffy white towel.
Celeste was humming to herself as she towelled herself dry whean she heard a knock at the room door. She dropped the towel and picked an expensive balck silk kimono from the wardrobe and slid it over her shoulders pulling it together and tying it closed across her amplr bosom. the press of the silk on her nipples was arousing her more than normal. She needed to let off some steam. Later when business is done perhaps The jaguar could help with that. She walked to the door and opened it.

"Package for you Miss Marchand."

She smiled at the belllboy and took the small box from his hands with a thank you. she closed the door guessing that it would be a moment or two beofre the young man gathered his wits and left. She picked up her purse and selected an aprpriate note and opened the door again. The bell boy was still sttod staring at the space where she had been. She pressed the note into his hand and giggled. The bellbot wnet bright red, turned on his heels and fled. Celeste closed the door with a smile and picked up the box.

Down the hall Carter let the bellboy pass him. He looked at the small box in his hand and dropped it into the trash. no-one would be needing that anymore. He looked at his watch and waited for events to unfold.

Celeste opened the sumtuous black box that the bellboy had delivered unaware that it had been switched by her unknown watcher and the parcel sentby her company lay discarded in the bin outside. She looked over the packaging. It was she admitted expensive, it looked good, the raised font that picked out the name was classy to, Dark Heart. It was a good name to, very evocative, she took out the sleek matt black atomiser and weighed it in her hands, it felt natural, fitted well but packaging is all well and good but the proof would be in the smell and how it felt as she rubbed it inot her skin and ulimately how good it made her feel. She sprayed a very small amount onto her wrist and took a tentative sniff. It was easy on the nose, complex, fragrant but nothing special. she took a deeper breath and was pleasantly surprised. It was actually rather good. She picked up the atomizer again and sprayed a little more on her wrists rubbing them together and releasing an aroma that carried a hint of promise and a hint of danger. All in all it was a good effort. Celeste found herself spraying some onto her neck. She was starting to feel very relaxed, she never smelt a perfume that made her feel like this. She sat back onto the couch she raised her arm and sprayed another large dose of the purfume into the air in front of her nose and took the deepest breath she could. Why did she feel so light headed, so relaxed. Celeste was finding it harder and harder to think. She didn't even feel the atomiser slip from her limp fingers. Her head fell back onto the cushions. She tried to lift it up again but it was so heavy and she just felt so relaxed. Too late she realized the danger she was in. If she could just get to her purse. To her Jaguar belt, if she could just feel it in her hand she knew she could fight of the is wave of euphoria, but she felt so relaxed... so calm..... so wonderful. Celeste felt her eyes close and then there was only darkness.


Carter didn't take his eyes far from the face of the watch as he waited she was taking forever. Finally a light flashed on that watch face. She had used the perfume. A few seconds later it flashed again. Carter nodded hi satisfaction. THe wacth flashed for a third time and then a fourth. He nodded again. It was time to pay Miss Marchand a visit. He walked the short distance to her suite and knocked loudly. He waited for a full minute and knocked again. He repeated this twice more before selecting two picks from aleather case. The lock was primitive and in a few seconds he was closing the door behind him.

Carter stood looking down at the unconscious woman. He was almost mesmerised by the sise and fall of her ample breasts accidentally uncovered as she had succumbed to the perfume and fallen backwards on to the couch. He reached over and gently pulled the kimono into a more respectable position. Carter fetched a dining chair and sat down facing his sleeping target. He cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice was as soft as velvet and as smooth as silk as he planted the seeds of the Jaguars downfall.

It had taken a matter of minutes to turn her sleep into something more, to a state where her mind would both hear his words and place them in a corner of her mind where they would remain hidden until it was time for her toact on them. SHe would remember nothing beyond fallling asleep. There would only be the memory of the scent lingering in the air it would tug at her as she tried to recall how she knew it and it would also relax her enough to dispel any lingering doubts that her afternoon nap had been anything more than natural. Carter picked up the box and placed the atomizer carefull inside before closing it and placing it in his packet. He looked down at he again and smiled tenderly.

"Next time we meet pretty one. You will come with your claws out and I will trim them for you. I look forward to entertaining the Jaguar."

Celeste just lay there eyes closed and breathing easily at peace with the world, unaware that both she and The Jaguar were about to meet their match.

Excellent story.

Hope to see part two soon

Thanks Brad. Jaguar owes a debt to your stable of busty heroines without whom she would never have been born. Part two follows below.

Jaguar crouched silently on the edge of the rooftop with just the balls of her bare feet in contact with the narrow ledge. Using her Jaguar night vision she was staring intently at a darkened warehouse where she was convinced a crime was about to take part. There was something nagging at the back of her mind though, something that she could not quite remember. Something important. But no matter how hard she tried she could not recall the detail. Neither did she understand how she had come to be here and why she was so certain that a crime was about to be committed. She flexed her arms and took a deep breath. There was that odd scent to, lingering at the edge of her senses, compelling and mysterious. Her nipples began to harden, she shook her head and slowed her breathing. Closing her eyes she called on the spirit of the jaguar to calm her and to drive away the erotic tension that was nibbling away at her Jaguar powers. The feelings subsided and she felt a rush of power that made ever fibre of her being tingle. The power of the Jaguar had never failed her yet.

Far beneath her a slight sound broke the dark silence and with her hearing enhanced by the Jaguar spirits she knew it was the sound of a door opening. She focused on that sound and the others that followed it. Four men carrying crates to a waiting truck. However she had come to this place a crime was taking place and it was the Jaguars calling to prevent it and apprehend the lowly scum that preyed on the just citizens of this city. One moment she was there and the next she was gone leaving the rooftop empty.

The first inclination that something was not quite right came to Freddy as George passed him in mid air thudding against the truck and landing in an unconscious heap beside it. The second as he dropped the crate and started to turn only to see Bill coming towards too fast for him to move out of the way. They landed in an undignified pile of limbs and the last thing Freddy saw was a female foot flying towards his chin. He barely felt it's connection before head hit the floor sending him in to darkness. The fourth man Dave was running even before Freddy hit the floor but it did him no good as he was yanked off his feet by a gloved hand and deposited flat on his slightly flabby ass. He looked up open mouthed at the vision of black clad femininity that towered over him. He managed to say the word SHIT! Before her fist connected with underside of the chin sending him to join his criminal friends.

Jaguar bound the men tightly and and then hit the speed dial on her Jaguar phone. The police would not take long to get here to collect the criminals. But they did not take kindly to costumed vigilantes like her and in no time at all she was back on the roof watching her captives and waiting for the police to arrive.

Jaguar heard a quiet clapping behind her. She turned ready for action to see only one man and he was smiling at her softly.

“Very impressive Jaguar. You despatched them quicker than I would have though possible we are going to get along perfectly. You will be a valuable asset.”

“I am no-ones asset stranger. Stand aside or prepare to face the wrath of the Jaguar.”

“Wrath yes of course. Very nice but we don't have much time we have to get back to my house we have a lot to talk about.”

“I will be going nowhere with you stranger.”

“Fair enough.”

He stepped closer and Jaguar tensed herself and prepared to strike. The man looked at his watch and back at Jaguar.
“Yep. should be just about now.”

He reached into his pocket and Jaguar pounced. She grabbed him by the arms and was about to lift him from the ground and throw him aside when her mind just emptied. She didn't fall over she just stared straight ahead and let the man go.

“For a moment their I thought I might have miscalculated. But no right on time.”

He waved his hand in front of her face but there was no reaction. He pinched her nose and nothing happened and then he reached over and pulled her face to his and planted a big wet kiss on her unresponsive lips.

“Follow me please Jaguar. I'd like to run a few tests.”

With all the grace granted her by the spirit of the Jaguar she fell in behind him. But she was no longer the Jaguar she was just a puppet dancing to someone another persons tune. For her time stood still as she obediently followed her captor into the darkness.

Thanks for the compliment.

Maybe we can discuss some story ideas. I'd like your input on some heroine stories I'm working on.

My email is bradchung [email protected]

bradchung wrote:Thanks for the compliment.

Maybe we can discuss some story ideas. I'd like your input on some heroine stories I'm working on.

My email is bradchung [email protected]

Yeah I'd like that. I'll be in touch in a couple of days when I have some more free time.

Arms folded and very slowly Carter walked around the immobile heroine in a loose circle stopping now and again to examine a small detail and then moving on. Occasionally he would walk over to a small table and make a note of something on a pad of paper and the resume his intense examination of his beautiful captive. For her part Celeste just stood there her mind empty of thought an unaware of the passing of time. Carter had to admit it had been a very productive day and thanks to the subtle additions to the perfume Celeste had sampled one that she would never remember and he would never forget.

It would be time to let her awaken soon and then it would be time to see her escape. He had no doubt she would be successful and that the morons he had hired to keep her prisoner would end up battered, bruised and in police custody. He wanted to see just what she could do in the circumstances but first he had to have another little talk with her, set up their next meeting only this time she would not be the powerful Jaguar. It was time for him to get a little face time with the rich and clever Celeste Marchand head of a cosmetics empire, she was as valuable to his plans in both guises, in different ways of course but it was still true. He reached over and pulled of the belt that gave her her power and added it to the pile of skimpy fabrics that she called a costume. Carter gave Celeste the instructions that would lie dormant in her mind until they were needed and then commanded her to lie on the table where he took great delight on strapping her down tightly taking every opportunity to play with his helpless captive who gave not a single indication that she either objected or appreciated his ministrations. Satisfied Carter turned and picked up his notebook satisfied that thanks to the nights experiments he had all of the information he needed. Celeste had told him most of what he needed and the physical examination and various tasks she had been compelled to carry out both with and without her belt had provided him with the rest. He turned and placed her costume in the safe except for her belt and then turned to wait for her wake.

Once he was satisfied that Jaguar was both awake and very angry and aware that she was not alone he placed her belt in the safe and quietly left the room.

“She's awake, Her clothes are in the safe let her dress and then lock her in the cell. Don’t let her escape.”

The guard nodded and with his five companions entered the room where Jaguar was held immobile. By the time Carter was sat in the back of his limo speeding from her prison watching the action by video link Jaguar had been untied and was being held by two of his goons. He watched as they handed her the pieces of her costume and waited for her to dress and waited with baited breath for her to make her move. He saw her eyes fixed on the belt hanging from a goons hand and new she was about to make her move.

Even without her belt Celeste was no pushover and a deft high kick connected under the Jaw of the goon holding the belt. Everyone in the room watched as the belt spun into the air but it was Celeste who reached it first flinging her two captors backwards as she leapt into the air and grabbed the belt with both hands. Carte saw the change, saw the raw power invade her body and even as she hit the floor in a ball and rolled forwards he knew when the manoeuvre was finished Celeste would have become Jaguar and with the belt tight around her waist it would be game over. He was right in the few seconds before one of his goons smashed the hidden camera Jaguar had more than shown her claws. Carter rubbed his hands in glee. Jaguar was soon going to be his most valuable employee taking down his enemies with a ruthless ease.

Jaguar called the police from the mobile of a passing dog walker who stood open mouthed in admiration as she gave the police directions to the heavily tied miscreants that had tried to hold her captive. That the place they had held her was filled to the brim with guns and illicit drugs might go some way to reducing the suspicion in which she was held. She handed back the phone and vanished into the darkness.

Celeste Marchand was worried, very worried. Between taking down the gang at the warehouse and waking up as a captive to another gang of criminals there was a massive shadowy blank. For the life of her she could not recall being captured. No villain had shot her with a tranquiliser of that she was sure. There was no after taste of chloroform in her mouth, god knows she knew that taste well enough and no-one it seemed had used her breasts against her or her pussy, she was well aware that the touch of man in either of her highly erotic zones could render her helpless, docile and submissive and rob her of strength her Jaguar belt gave her. She still had her strength and her nipples were soft and pliant and her pussy felt soft and silky with no hint of the musky scent that talked of dark desire. No she was confidant that the orgasm of oblivion had not claimed her. So the fact remained how had she been captured and by whom? Unable to sleep Celeste paced her room until the first light of dawn wormed it's way through the crack in the curtains. Celeste needed to put her fears into a cupboard marked later. It was time to be Celeste Marchand, cool, confidant and totally in charge. She took a deep breath and headed for the shower.