New Ocelot Woman in Blast From The Past 5

Police Headquarters
Georgetown, Guyana
2 pm.

Police Chief Martin Cain slammed his right fist on his broad mahoghany desk in his private office..the force of impact making the desk shudder and threaten to split apart. He had just gotten off the phone on a long distance call from New York..with the Police Chief of that city...who informed him that one of New York's finest was on his way to Guyana to conduct an investigation into Bill Wilkins..one of Guyana's most prominent businessmen..for crimes he was alleged to have committed while he was in New York.

"This could be a problem" thought Cain to himself as he straightened his khaki uniform and walked towards his office window to gaze out on to the street outside of Police Headquarters at the motorists and pedestrians passing by. A 40 year veteran of the Guyana Police Force...Cain has risen through the ranks not because of his expertise in law enforcement..but because he understood how the politics of the country worked and knew when to look the other way in exchange for certain benefits which would be earned from his lack of oversight on those occasions.

Cain was one of a few people who knew that Wilkins..who was well renowned in Guyana's political, business and social spheres.. was far from the wealthy, businessman/ philanthropist which he touted himself as..and which most people in Guyana knew him as. The police chief knew that behind this facade...Cain was a Neo Nazi and head of a secret cartel which had been orchestrating the wave of ethnic riots in different communities across the South American nation...for the purpose of toppling the elected government and placing a regime controlled by him into power.

He was turning a blind eye to what Cain was doing and being secretly paid for doing so by Wilkins. However neither he nor his secret employer could have anticipated a development which took place weeks earlier which threatened to derail Wilkins' schemes for domination..which involved the hiring of Haitian and Indian mercenaries to to turn Guyana's Negro and East Indian communities against one another. A young East Indian woman in her early 20's..wearing nothing but a translucent ocelot pelt attire..gold bracelets..golden belt..gold anklet above her left ankle and a thin ocelot pelt mask across the top of her face had appeared out of nowhere and was quelling the riots as fast as they started.

Since her appearance...Cain had received regular updates about her intervention in the riots. She seemed to possess the strength of 20 men....uncanny agility and fighting skills which his officers had never seen before. The mysterious scantily-clad superwoman also flew around Guyana in a strange jet whose power source baffled the Guyanese security forces..as there was no record of this plane being refueled anywhere. However the common denominator in all of the reports he received from his officers where about the woman's body...simultaneously curvaceous and muscular...which the largest and firmest pair of brown breasts which threatened to spill out of her skimpy, see through attire as she moved.

"This Ocelot Woman is quite the celebrity amongst the population right now...putting my officers to shame with her actions...but Wilkins is a resourceful man...and he's got connections...He'll find a way to subdue this big breasted bitch and teach her a lesson.." thought Cain with a smile on his face.

Cheddi Jagan International Airport
Guyana.
3 pm.

Carlos "Karl" Misawa..collected his bag as he made his way towards the exit of the arrivals terminal...seemingly unaware of everything going on around him. A highly decorated detective with the New York Police Department (NYPD)...Karl had left the life he had in New York far behind him...and travelled all the way to Guyana with one thing on his mind....revenge. Months earlier..together with his partner Sandra Lee...Misawa had been investigating the activities of a secret cartel in New York City..with connections to some of the city's most influential people...in order to ship weapons out of the United States and sell them on the black market in Latin America and the Caribbean.

The alleged leader of the ring was Bill Wilkins but efforts by Karl...which were supported by his partner and indirectly by a mysterious female vigilante called the Red Dragon...were all stymied by bureaucratic red tape and corrupt NYPD cops who Karl suspected..but could never prove..were on Wilkins' payroll. The Guyanese business magnate who had several commercial interests fled New York City before Karl could ever crack the case...but not before inflicting some damage..hitting Karl where it hurt the most. Sandra was murdered...taking a bullet that was meant for Karl..and she died in his arms.

During their investigation of Wilkins...Karl was starting to think that his relationship with Sandra had been developing on a whole new level..which despite his skills as a detective..he had been unable to detect...and she died with him feeling a profound sense of loss which he had never felt before in his life. He was also angry at the Red Dragon..who had saved his life from goons alleged to be working for Wilkins when they tried to kill him on previous occasions..for not having been there on that fateful night to save Sandra's life. Disregarding all established NYPD protocols...Karl Misawa quit the force and left New York City for Guyana...determined to make Wilkins pay for his crimes...with his life.

This was all he had thought about on the Caribbean Airlines flight to Guyana. As he sat in his seat in the economy class section of the plane..Karl had read the most recent edition of the country's leading newspaper...the Stabroek News. He was particularly interested in some articles written by one of the paper's journalists Kim Parmasar about the recent ethnic riots in Guyana. He had heard about them before his departure from New York and his gut instincts told him that Bill Wilkins was somehow involved in them.

Karl read in a few of those articles about a scantily clad masked heroine who had been playing an instrumental role in calming down several of those riots and caused the Guyana police a little bit of embarrassment by her actions. Karl had no idea who this woman was or what her interest was in Wilkins..but he was not about to let her or anyone else get in the way of him settling his long standing score with the Guyanese business magnate. Exiting the terminal..Karl Misawa flagged down a taxi. The first order of business was to settle down in a hotel and then track down Bill Wilkins. Little did he know that fate would see his path cross with that of the mysterious woman he had read about in the Stabroek News.

Georgetown Memorial Hospital
Georgetown, Guyana.
3.30 pm

"Nnnn...Nnnn" cooed the sexy Amazon of Guyana..known throughout the country as OCELOT WOMAN..as she lay flat on her back..sprawled out on the floor of a laundry room inside a remote section of the hospital...as her famous puffy black nipples and areolas were pinched with impunity by the Neo Nazi villainess named Karen Lagerfield...who was ensuring that she was in fact unconscious. In her normal identity as 20 year old Kim Parmasar...an investigative journalist with the Stabroek News..she had been writing a series of articles about a wave of ethnic riots which had been sweeping different communities across Guyana..pitting Negroes against East Indians.

When she wasn't writing about the riots...Kim was trying to stop them in her super-powered, sexy alter-ego of Ocelot Woman. The beauteous Guyanese superwoman had been successful in quelling several of the riots and saving many innocent citizens from danger...earning her the admiration of the public. However what Kim did not know was that her actions drew attention of the wrong kind. Powerful criminal elements who saw the Ocelot Woman as a threat to their plans and were determined to stop her at all costs.

While her new partner...Stabroek News ace photojournalist Johnny Chan was covering one of Police Chief Martin Cain's press conferences...Kim learnt that well known government senator Henry Goddard was making an appearance at the pediatric wing of the hospital. Goddard had interests in a dockyard where a few days earlier...Kim as Ocelot Woman had battled some Haitian and East Indian mercenaries who she believed to have been hired to fuel the ethnic riots in Guyana. They were mysteriously killed before she could turn them over to the police for questioning. This left Goddard..and the owner of the dockyard...well known business magnate Bill Wilkins as the main suspects behind the riots.

Changing into Ocelot Woman..Kim went to the hospital to confront him...but found herself distracted by the children who viewed her as a role model and who admired her exploits. Lulled into complacency by being around her young admirers...the beauteous Guyanese Amazon made herself an easy target for Karen and her hired Neo-Nazi henchmen..Werner and Reinhard.

Lured into an isolated laundry room...the buxom masked beauty put up a brief struggle before she was swiftly subdued by the application of chloroform to her big brown breasts and her virgin cunt.
"Nnnn...Nnnnn" moaned Ocelot Woman softly...out like a light..as Karen pinched her again in her hard and erect puffy black nipples and areolas..that gleamed with a hazy aura from enough chloroform to knock out a full grown elephant. "Ocelot Woman was right...her big breasts are the source of her super powers...the chloroform will keep her unconscious...quickly..bind and gag her...and make sure she stays asleep...until we take her to Herr Wilkins...He will decide what to do with her.." instructed Karen to Werner and Reinhard.

Kneeling beside the drugged Guyanese superwoman...Werner took out a pair of strong ropes. He used one set to bind Ocelot Woman's hands together..behind her back. Werner tied her erotic bare feet together with the other set of rope..which were looped around her shapely ankles and then tightened them. He used a thick cloth to gag her mouth. "Nnnn...Nnnnn"sighed the sexy Amazon of Guyana as Werner held her by her ankles..while Reinhard held her under her slender muscled arms..as they lowered her into a thick laundry sack and tied the top. They walked out of the laundry room...with Karen leading the way...
followed by Werner..and Reinhard..who carried the laundry sack with the unconscious Ocelot Woman inside.

The trio made their way through the hospital corridors...passing both hospital and security personnel..without anyone suspecting they were actually criminals who had successfully captured the busty Guyanese Amazon known as Ocelot Woman. Her big brown breasts chloroformed and more of the potent anaesthetic..rubbed inside her virgin cunt...until she cummed and blacked out...Kim was trapped in a deep stupor of sex and sleep..unable to do anything to free herself..or alert anyone to the fact that she was being kidnapped.

Her captors seemed to have thought of everything...as they entered a corridor that would take them to the back of the hospital where their car was parked. That was until...Johnny Chan happened to find them.

To be continued.