New Ocelot Woman in Blast From The Past

Demerara region, Guyana.
Present day. Midnight

The meeting took place at a secluded, remote location under the cover of a moonless sky over the South American nation. Four men waiting impatiently for the main principal to arrive. One was a burly black man named Francois Gullotin..formerly a top officer in the ranks of Haiti's dreaded Ton Ton Macoutes. Another was a tall Indian man...named Jeet Singh..whose turban identified him as a Sikh. The other two men were white men of European descent. The smaller, thinner man was named Werner. His larger, muscular companion was named Reinhard.

"Where is he? I do not like to be kept waiting!" snarled Gulloitin. "Yes...Our men grow restless for action...We do not take orders from anyone!" growled Singh in agreement. "Silence fools!...The Fuhrer doesn't take kindly to those who abuse his generosity!" quipped Werner at the Negro and Indian mercenaries who stood before him and his partner Reinhard..their hands lightly touching the firearms concealed under their jackets. Gullotin and Singh also tensed..preparing to reach for their weapons.

The tension was diffused by the voice of a man..the convenor of this secret meeting as he arrived. "Gentlemen...Gentlemen..Please..such hostility is uncalled for...not when all of us can become very wealthy and very powerful from the venture which I am going to propose..." said the man who remained concealed in the shadows..lest his identity be revealed to Gulloitin and Singh. He was the employer of Werner and Reinhard.

His name was Bill Wilkins. He was one of the most well known businessmen in Guyana..with connections in several spheres of influence within the South American nation. "Why have you brought us here?!" growled Gulloitin. "What is this plan you speak of?!..How will you deliver this wealth and power which you promise us?!" agreed Singh. "Patience gentlemen...All shall be revealed in due course...You both have the skills I need to execute my plan..a plan which will bring this country to its knees...give us all that we crave...and no one shall stand in our way!" declared Wilkins.

"Heil!" declared the Neo Nazis Werner and Reinhard with a trademark salute to their boss who unknown to many people in Guyana..was the head of a secret, well-entrenched Neo Nazi criminal organisation

Two weeks later.
Stabroek News building.
Georgetown, Guyana
Noon

Kim Parmasar was at her desk in the newsroom typing up a story. A 20 year old East Indian woman..Kim had joined the newspaper not too long after graduating from the top of her class at the University of Guyana in journalism. Her resume impressed veteran newsman Bruce Kandivas..the editor-in-chief of the Stabroek News..as much as the glowing recommendation from the paper's former top investigative journalist...Parbatie Parmasar...Kim's aunt..shortly before she resigned and migrated overseas.

From his corner office...Bruce watched Kim as she typed up a story from a news conference she had just attended..concerning an outbreak of ethnic violence in different parts of the country. She wore a baggy white blouse and grey skirt and plain white high heel shoes. Her black hair was tied neatly into a thick bun behind her head. To Bruce...Kim looked so much like her aunt..who had earned a reputation for being one of Guyana's top journalists..and he hoped she would follow in that tradition.

As Bruce returned to his desk...Kim kept typing away at her story. To her colleagues in the newsroom..she was a hard worker but somewhat plain and boring to look at..and no hint of any kind of social life or man in her life. Little did any of them know that this was exactly what Kim wanted them to think..because of an important duty she had to do..when it was needed. As Kim typed her story..she thought about the spate of violence that was sweeping Guyana..the assurance of Police Chief Martin Cain and Army Chief..Brigadier General Hamilton Barama seemingly of little comfort to the population.

"The violence seems to have some kind of pattern to it... Negro communities are attacked..and then Indian communities..in different parts of the country..and in each case..the perpetrators..are persons of the opposite race...I wonder..."thought Kim to herself as she emailed her story to Bruce. The young female journalist's thoughts were interrupted as she felt her nipples suddenly shoot to attention underneath her blouse.

"Ohh!!..I feel a tingling in my Ocelot Nipples!!..They're telling me there's danger!!" thought Kim..as she discreetly made her way towards a nearby stairwell. Moments later...Bruce Kandivas emerged from his office to declare, "There's a riot in Bartica taking place right now!!..Somebody get on the line to Johnny Chan!!..He's down there...Find out from him what the hell is going on!!" As the other reporters scrambled like ants to carry out Bruce's instructions..no one had any idea that Kim Parmasar had made her exit in order to take action.

Alone in the stairwell..Kim started to spin on a single spot. As she spun..her body was engulfed in an aura of golden light which initiated a process for mysterious Amerindian magic to begin a miraculous transformation. As she spun..her clothes and shoes disappeared..revealing a curvaceous brown body which she concealed from public viewing. Her body became increasingly muscular and sexily feminine as she spun. Kim did not remain naked for long as a thin translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her body..barely covering her upper torso..which included a pair of large brown breasts..capped at their peaks by puffy black nipples and areolas.

The flimsy leotard formed a V between Kim's large, muscular thighs...causing swirls of her thick black pubic hair to peek out along the sides. A golden belt entwined itself around her small curvy waist..a golden lasso hanging from the left side of the belt. Golden bracelets snapped into place on her wrists...a golden anklet.entwining itself just above her left ankle. Her feet were bare and erotic to the eye. Her black hair loosened...becoming glossy and long..cascading on to her broad shoulders and reaching the middle of her back. A thin ocelot pelt mask stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face to complete the transformation of the reserved journalist into..OCELOT WOMAN..the sexy Amazon of Guyana.

After checking to see her skimpy attire and accessories were in place...Ocelot Woman sprinted swiftly up the staircase...her big brown breasts swaying sexily from side to side underneath her thin, translucent leotard. As the beauteous Guyanese superwoman reached the rooftop of the Stabroek News building..a spotted jet aircraft descended from the sky and landed there to meet her...on her mental command. Flexing her large thighs..Kim leapt on to the plane's starboard wing and slipped inside of the cockpit..the canopy opening to receive and closing shut once she was in.

Grabbing the flight stick between her massive thighs...her long muscular legs gliding back and forth below her small curvy waist..as her erotic bare feet gripped the flight pedals...Ocelot Woman slowly lifted her Oce Jet off the roof of the building where she worked as Kim Parmasar..up into the sky. "Plane..There is danger taking place in Bartica...Innocent lives are at stake...Plot rendevous course and initiate maximum speed!" ordered the sexy Amazon of Guyana. "By your command Mistress!" replied the Oce-Jet over the special Oce Receiver in the middle of the control panel in front of its curvaceous pilot.

Powered by mystic energy..the Oce Jet soared away from the building..and over the skyline of Georgetown at blinding speed...taking Ocelot Woman speeding towards the place where she was so urgently needed.


Bartica, southwest Guyana
1 pm

Stabroek News photojournalist Johnny Chan found himself once again right in the middle of the action literally. He had come to this small town in the interior..following a source which claimed the persons responsible for causing the ethnic riots that were taking place were to be found here. A 24 year old Chinese man..with a lean, athletic build..Johnny was as known for his top class photos as he was for his seemingly reckless attitude which always seemed to land him in the middle of trouble.

Now was no exception..as he found himself in the middle of yet another full blown riot..shooting pictures..as fast as he was running to avoid missiles being hurled in every direction by rival gangs of rioters...and physical confrontation with either gang...the town's limited police force under severe pressure to maintain law and order...were nowhere in sight. The trouble had started when a Hindu temple was destroyed by what was believed to be an explosive device. The town's East Indian residents responded by setting fire to a church in a district where the residents were predominantly Negroes.

Johnny had lost his cell phone in the melee and could not call either the Stabroek News offices back in Georgetown to report what was happening..nor could he contact the authorities in the remote hope that they might be able to send some reinforcements. "We need a miracle here and we need it fast.." thought Johnny as he turned down an alley..unaware that he was running straight towards a gang of armed East Indian rioters who were out for blood.

Fortunately for him...Ocelot Woman was aware of this threat as her mystic-powered aircraft approached the town at incredible speed. "Mistress....the fire from the church threatens the houses close to it...armed rioters are close by...and so too is Johnny Chan.." reported the Oce Jet over the receiver in the middle of the plane's control panel. "Good work Plane....Assume a hovering position over the church and use the downdraft from your engines to contain the fire..I am going after Johnny Chan..." replied the sexy Amazon of Guyana as she slipped out of the cockpit as the canopy opened.

"By your command Mistress" replied the Oce Jet as the canopy closed and Kim eased her way along the port wing. Flexing her large thighs...the beauteous Guyanese Amazon descended to earth..her long mane of glossy black hair flailing in the breeze...air currents rippling past her curvaceous and muscular brown body which was barely covered by her thin translucent ocelot pelt leotard. As the balls of her erotic bare feet made contact with the ground...Kim felt her puffy black nipples stiffen sharply under her flimsy transparent ocelot pelt leotard.

"Ohh!!..My Ocelot Nipples are tingling!..I sense danger...Johnny is in real trouble!..I have got to save him!" resolved Ocelot Woman as she turned on the balls of her erotic bare feet and dashed off in the direction where her super powered nipples had detected evil emanating from. Sprinting into the alley..the sexy Amazon of Guyana discovered Johnny engaged in a losing fight with the rioters..who were armed with chains, lead pipes., knives and wooden clubs. He managed to knock down about five of their number before he was overpowered by the remainder. A quiet gasp filtered out of Kim's full red lips as she saw three men holding Johnny..while another prepared to stab him with a knife.

Quickening her pace...Ocelot Woman charged boldly into battle. Flexing her large thighs...she leapt towards the knife wielding rioter. "Get away from him!!" cried Kim as she drove the ball of her erotic right foot solidly into his jaw. Johnny could not believe his eyes..that a masked, scantily clad woman..with the most amazing body he had ever seen..had come out of nowhere to his rescue. Enraged by her intervention...the rioters holding Johnny shoved him aside...and along with their other five friends...took the extremely unwise decision to engage the sexy Amazon of Guyana in combat.

Johnny's first instinct was to jump in an help her..but he soon aborted that idea when it seemed apparent that she didn't need his help. Using her gold bracelets to block the swings of a lead-pipe wielding rioter..Ocelot Woman dispatched him with a right hand karate chop to the throat. As he fell to the ground...she drove the ball of her erotic right foot..decisively into the groin of a rioter armed with a chain. As he collapsed to the ground..he made a wild swing of his chain..which took out two more rioters. Spinning round...Ocelot Woman stunned another rioter with a right fist to the jaw...and followed that up by driving the ball of her erotic left foot into the gut of another rioter.

Snatching a lead pipe out of the grasp of a rioter...the beauteous Guyanese superwoman...shocked him..the other rioters...Johnny Chan as well as she effortlessly bent the pipe out of shape with her bare hands. Shocked by the fighting prowess and super powered of the masked, scantily clad woman standing before them...the rioters lost heart and fled the scene. "Johnny...Johnny are you all right...Are you hurt?" asked Ocelot Woman with concern in her voice as she walked towards him and extended her right hand.

Johnny found himself unable to speak...and unable to look at anything else but his shapely saviour's large firm brown breasts...her beautiful black nipples and areolas clearly visible through the translucent fabric of her ocelot pelt leotard. Kim noticed that Johnny was watching her breasts..and felt a brief tingle in her puffy black nipples..but pushed that feeling to the back of her mind..as she pulled up the taller photojournalist with one hand. "No...I'm all right...thanks to you...Who are you anyway?" asked Johnny.

Kim stepped back and assumed her heroine pose before she introduced her herself. Johnny was mesmerised as she stood before him. Her hands on either side of her small curvy waist...her long muscular legs spread slightly apart...her erotic bare feet flat on the ground...her big brown breasts pushed towards him with confidence. "I am Ocelot Woman!...Superheroine of Guyana!..I fight against evil and protect the innocent!" declared the sexy Amazon of Guyana with pride...before turning and walking away from Johnny Chan..and out of the alley.

"Hey wait!" cried Johnny as he picked up his fallen camera and ran after her. Emerging from the alley..he was amazed when he saw the Oce Jet hovering over the burning church..the downdraft from its engines keeping the fire from spreading to nearby houses until fire engines arrived on site to quell the blaze with water. He was taking photos of the plane when he saw two police officers get out of a squad car and walk towards the beauteous Guyanese superwoman.

"You lady!..Who are you?..What's going on?" asked one officer before he got a good view of Kim's broad chest..and his train of thought was instantly derailed. "The name is Ocelot Woman officer...and I am here to help to get to the bottom of whoever is responsible for these riots and bring them to justice..." said Kim..before she flexed her large muscular thighs..and leapt aboard the starboard wing of her plane. Johnny Chan took photos of her as she climbed into the cockpit of her mystic-powered Oce Jet and flew away. "I don't know who you are Ocelot Woman...but I'll sure be wanting to know you better.." thought Johnny as he watched the sexy Amazon of Guyana make her departure.

One week later.

Stabroek News building.
Georgetown, Guyana
4 pm

In the days that followed the riots in Bartica..the name of Ocelot Woman spread throughout the South American nation..as she appeared in several places to calm down riots before they could escalate..restore law and order..and protect innocent civilians from being injured or worse. Though her exploits were carried by every media house in Guyana...it was the Stabroek News which dominated the coverage of the sexy Amazon of Guyana...through exclusive photos taken by Johnny Chan..and exclusive stories which were written by journalist Kim Parmasar who was quickly earning a reputation for herself.

Bruce Kandivas...Editor-in-Chief of the Stabroek News..noticed a unique synergy which seemed to be at play and one day...he summoned Kim and Johnny into his office for more than just a simple chat. "What?!..Chief...You can't be serious!" yelled Johnny as he jumped out of his chair. "I've been around in this business too long to joke about important issues Johnny!..You and Kim are going to be working together as an investigative team from now on...the first assignment that you two are going to have is finding out the reason for these riots..whether they're part of somebody's agenda...and what's Ocelot Woman's role in all of this.." replied Bruce.

Kim smiled to herself at Johnny's discomfort about the thought of having a partner...having worked solo for a long time since he joined the Stabroek News. Dressed in a baggy white shirt..grey jacket..grey slacks and white high heel shoes... Kim thought," I wonder if Johnny would be so adamant about having a partner if he knew I was Ocelot Woman." She remained silent..watching as Johnny argue all the reasons why they shouldn't work together but Bruce being unmoved by his arguments. Kim briefly felt a brief warm feeling in her nipples as she was briefly attracted to Johnny but quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind.

"I've got a lead Chief...but I need to handle this alone...This could get dangerous..." said Johnny. "Don't worry about me Johnny..I can take care of myself...besides...I'm certain Ocelot Woman is also investigating this case...and she might be very close by...if we need her.." quipped Kim. Bruce smiled briefly at her and then looked at Johnny. "Then it's settled...I want you too working together from this point on as a team..You're the best I have..and I know that you'll get to the bottom of this story..That's all..You two better get cracking.." said Bruce.

"You're the boss...Chief.." sighed Johnny as he conceded defeat and walked out of Bruce's office..with Kim right beside him. "Come on Johnny it's not that bad...Give it a chance...Let's act on your lead and see where it goes..." suggested Kim. Johnny looked at her..surprised that she wasn't trying to rub salt in the wounds to his ego that Bruce had inflicted upon him. "Okay Kim...A source of mine told me about some strange activity on a dockyard located at McDoom..it's south of Georgetown...off the East Bank Public Road...I'll pick you up at your place about 9 pm and we'll go check it out.." said Johnny as he went back to the photographic section to print some pictures.

"My apartment's in Promenade Gardens...I'll see you then Johnny" replied Kim as she went back to her desk. Little did Johnny know..that Kim had been doing some research on the very location which they were going to later. During the police briefings she attended as a journalist and her overtime activities as Ocelot Woman...Kim was starting to see a pattern develop through what seemed to be sporadic riots fueled by ethnic hatred. Someone was clearly orchestrating the riots..but who...and why? For some reason which she couldn't explain..Police Chief Martin Cain somehow seemed to be subtly suppressing some of the information which Guyana's finest were providing to the public.

"Several of the explosions which started the riots were done by crudely made bombs..the fragments of which are difficult to trace...but thanks to the Amerindian magic of the Oce Jet...it has traced the source of some of those fragments to the very same dockyard which Johnny's source told him about...the dockyard is owned by Wilkins Enterprises...and Henry Goddard..a prominent senator is a co-owner.."thought Kim to herself..wondering what connection could a well known businessman like Bill Wilkins could have to the race riots.

McDoom dockyard
10 pm

Kim Parmasar sat in the passenger seat of Johnny Chan's jeep which was parked in an alleyway out of sight of the locked chain linked gate of the dockyard. From the driver's seat Johnny took pictures using his special infrared lens..so that no flash was emitted. Both of them had decided to wear dark clothes so that they would not been seen. However that didn't seem to matter as the dockyard seemed for all intents and purposes to be deserted. "Strange that nobody's here..Not even a security guard.." said Kim. "Yeah...This definitely looks suspect.." agreed Johnny as he quietly slipped out of the jeep.

"Johnny..." whispered Kim. "It's okay Kim...I'm going to take a look around...if I'm not back in half an hour...call the police..." replied Johnny in a low voice as he made his way towards the chain link fence...used a pair of wire cutters to clip a hole in the fence and slip on to the compound. However no sooner had Johnny disappeared from her sight...Kim got out of the jeep. "My Ocelot Nipples have been tingling ever since we arrived here..and that's got nothing to do with being close to Johnny...They're telling me there's evil and danger here...Things could get ugly here very ugly here...time to free my Ocelot Breasts from these restrictive clothes and get on to the dockyard to protect Johnny from danger.." resolved Kim.

That being said...Kim Parmasar hurriedly started to spin on a single spot in the darkened alley. Her black wool sweater..black slacks and flat shoes...disappearing as a flash of golden light engulfed her body..making it become increasingly muscular and sexily feminine..as she spun. Her large breasts..grew several inches becoming round and firm..as a thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard snaked over her curvaceous and muscular brown body..doing little to conceal her enhanced female attributes.

Her black hair fell loose on to her shoulders..becoming long and glossy. Gold bracelets appeared on her wrists..a golden belt entwined around her small curvy waist..a golden lasso hanging from the left side of the belt..a gold anklet wrapped itself just above her left ankle...and a thin ocelot pelt mask caressed the upper part of her face..to complete her amazing transformation into Ocelot Woman. After a brief check of her flimsy attire..the sexy Amazon of Guyana sprinted towards the fence. Flexing her large thighs...Kim effortlessly leapt over the top of the barbed wired fence..landed nimbly on the balls of her erotic bare feet and set off in search of Johnny Chan.

The cold sensation of concrete registered under the soles of the beauteous Guyanese superwoman's erotic bare feet..her big brown breasts rising and falling slowly under her flimsy, see through ocelot pelt leotard as she walked through the maze of wooden crates inside of one warehouse..searching for Johnny. "Strange how anyone would leave a place like this unguarded...I would not expect a successful businessman like Bill Wilkins..nor a well known politician like Henry Goddard to be involved in a business like..." thought Kim to herself as she searched the darkened interior of the warehouse.

The sexy Amazon of Guyana never completed that thought..as her puffy black nipples and areolas suddenly shot to attention underneath her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard. "Ohh!!..My Ocelot Nipples tingling!!..Danger!!" realised Ocelot Woman as she raised her slender muscled arms and spread her long muscular legs slightly apart..assuming a fighting stance as several male thugs converged upon her in the darkness of the warehouse. They were in fact Haitian and Indian mercenaries who worked for Francois Guilloitin and Jeet Singh respectively. Dodging the curved blade of an Indian's kukri knife...the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman countered by delivering the ball of her erotic bare foot into his groin.

Leaping over his falling form..Ocelot Woman nailed a Haitian mercenary in the jaw with the ball of her erotic right foot. A left hand karate chop to the neck dropped another Indian mercenary to the ground...and the sexy Amazon of Guyana followed through with timely delivery of the ball of her erotic left foot into a Haitian's groin. Her puffy black nipples and areolas tingled again..warning her of danger. Raising her slender muscled arms above her head...Kim somersaulted towards three more of her opponents. She planted the balls of both her erotic bare feet solidly into the chest of the Haitian mercenary who was leading the charge.

The force of the blow was enough to send him hurtling backwards into the Haitian and Indian mercenaries who were backing him up...the trio sent crashing back into a pile of wooden crates..spilling their contents on to the floor. Even in the darkness...Kim was able to discern the outline of German made World War II hand grenades. "This confirms my suspicions that someone is deliberately inciting Negro and Indian communities in Guyana to riot..and you gentlemen are definitely hired mercenaries...these explosives would be difficult for the authorities to trace..You are using parts of these harmless relics to make your bombs..." deduced the buxom Guyanese super beauty.

"Do not make me force you to confess..If you cooperate..I am certain that the judge will take that into consideration..." declared Ocelot Woman as she stood amongst her fallen opponents...who offered no response to her statements. The sexy Amazon of Guyana believed the battle to have been won as she stood triumphantly amongst the band of Haitian and Indian mercenaries who lay senseless on the ground around her...in the darkness of the warehouse.

'Now if you will excuse me...I have to find a friend of mine before he gets himself into any trouble..." quipped Kim as walked away from Haitian and Indian mercenaries who lay senseless on the ground around her. Thoughts of Johnny Chan entered into her mind..giving her a warm feeling in her puffy black nipples and areolas under her skimpy, transparent ocelot pelt attire. Her distraction by thoughts of the handsome Stabroek News photojournalist was to prove costly to the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman...as she lowered her guard for a few seconds.

This allowed a huge figure of a man to approach her from behind a stack of wooden crates. Suddenly... Ocelot Woman felt her puffy black nipples and areolas tingle like crazy under her flimsy transparent leotard. "Eh?!!...My Ocelot Nipples tingling!!...I sense danger...I have to..." cried Kim as she turned in the direction in which she sensed the threat was coming from. However the brawny Haitian Ton Ton Macoute leader Francois Gulloitin already had the advantage of surprise over the buxom masked beauty...and he made it count.

Holding one of the very same archaic grenades in his right hand...he raised it high above his head.. and brought it down with all the strength he could muster...crashing down on to the massive brown mounds of Kim's amazing chest..that were barely covered by her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard. "UNNNNNNH!!!!" declared Ocelot Woman as her big brown breasts swayed vigorously from side to side..excruciating pain sweeping through them..the impact...sending her staggering backwards on the balls of her erotic bare feet.

Seeing that his crafty but decisive blow to the huge brown bust of his curvaceous opponent had clearly dazed her...Guilloitin was determined not to let her recover...having seen how easily she had dispatched some of his men..and those who worked for his fellow mercenary leader Jeet Singh who was hopefully taking care of Johnny Chan on another part of the compound. Quickly moving behind her...he thrust his broad arms underneath the raised slender muscled arms of Ocelot Woman.

His huge hands easily slipping underneath the spaghetti thin straps of her skimpy, see through attire...grabbing hold of the pride of the buxom masked beauty. "Aaahhh!!!...My Ocelot Breasts!!!..They are being squeezed by a man!!...You are squeezing them..so hard!!!...Unnnnh!!!..Unnnnh!!!!" cried Kim..her hands grabbing Guilloitin's wrists..her long muscular legs flailing wildly in the air..as she writhed frantically to free herself from Guilloitin's crushing grip as the brawny Haitian held on to the sexy Amazon of Guyana with all his might.

Listening attentively to Kim's cries as she struggled vigorously to free herself...Guilloitin applied more pressure as he squeezed her big brown breasts..harder and harder and harder. To make matters worse for the buxom masked beauty...the constant friction between the coarse surface of the palms of the Haitian's large hands had a telling effect on her thick puffy black nipples and areolas...as she wiggled frantically..trying to free herself from his crushing grip.

"Uuuuuuh..My Ocelot Nipples...You are making them become so...hhhh..hhh...aaaa...rrrrr...dddd..Pain...then pleasure...in my Ocelot Breasts...Uuuuuh..Uuuuuh...starting to become....so weak...and..and..sleepy...so very..very...sleepy...." moaned the beauteous Guyanese superwoman...her hands losing their grip on Guilloitin's wrists...her slender muscled arms fell limp on either side of her curvy upper torso..the kicking of her long muscular legs..below her small curvy waist...becoming slower and slower. Ocelot Woman's brown eyes becoming heavy with fatigue...her head sagging between her big brown breasts...as the Haitian Guilloitin..pushed her closer and closer towards unconsciousness.

To be continued.