New Ocelot Woman in New York Story 6.

Off Ellis Island.
New York City
11 am

From the bridge of his yacht...Fabian Thorne-Price watched in disbelief as the stricken yacht of his father...billionaire industrialist Gunther Thorne-Price..slowly sank into the dark green waters of New York Harbor. Looking through his binoculars...Fabian had seen through the fog..his father's yacht attacked by masked assailants..armed with automatic submachine guns who boarded the vessel..battled and defeated the crew...set and detonated explosive charges on the yacht..causing it to sink. He had ordered his crew to stop his yacht's engines and keep far away from the unexpected attack which now appeared to be over. "Sir...Do we lend any assistance?" asked Fabian's first officer as the playboy businessman looked through his binoculars at Gunther's sinking yacht.

He smiled as his binoculars zoomed in on a curvaceous and muscular female figure who lay flat on her back..her muscular arms and legs spread-eagled...in a state of apparent unconsciousness...her big brown breasts exposed...her famous puffy black nipples and areolas..glossy and hard as diamonds. Fabian took pleasure in seeing the beauteous, brave and buxom Amazon of Guyana...known as OCELOT WOMAN...lying defeated on the decks of Gunther's sinking yacht. He was angry at the way his father rebuked him for playing with the famed Ocelot Breasts of the mighty Guyanese superwoman when she was their guest days earlier. Fabian wanted to make Gunther pay for placing his trust in the sexy Amazon of Guyana to thwart a plot to take over his corporate empire. "No!..We're ill-equipped for a rescue..and those gunmen might attack us...Maintain our position..and call the police!" Fabian said.

Back on the deck of Gunther Thorne-Price's sinking yacht...the Ocelot Woman was moaning..."Uuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh" as she tried to shake herself out of the powerful stupor of sex and sleep which Karen Lagerfeld...her arch enemy and leader of the masked marauders on the yacht... had left her in..after she blasted her in her big brown breasts with a stun grenade..and then sprayed chloroform on to her famous puffy black nipples and areolas..which the mighty Amazon of Guyana knew full well would always make her weak and sleepy. As she rolled her head..pillowed by her long mane of glossy black hair..her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of the ocelot pelt mask...Kim Parmasar...the investigative newspaper journalist who was secretly the Ocelot Woman..felt a tingling in the super summits of her amazing chest. "Uuuuh..Johnny is in trouble..Uuuuh..feel so weak..but must save..my husband" resolved the sleepy Guyanese superwoman.

Pressing her the palms of her hands and the soles of her erotic bare feet flat on the deck of the badly listing yacht...Ocelot Woman exerted great effort..and succeeded in getting to her erotic bare feet..but just barely. Through her partially blurry vision..Kim noticed the dead bodies of Gunther's crewmen..their weapons and spent shells rolling along the deck..as the yacht started to go under from the stern. "Uuuunh..My Ocelot Breasts hurt from the grenade...My Ocelot Nipples...taking long to soften from the chloroform...Uuuuh..urge to fall asleep is very strong..but must stay conscious..use my depleted strength..to save..Johnny.." moaned the buxom masked beauty as she staggered along the deck..her right hand pressed against her forehead.. her muscular left arm extended to help her balance..her big brown breasts still exposed..swaying freely from side to side as she made her way to the bridge.

Struggling to keep her brown eyes open in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask...her muscular arms and legs feeling unbelievably sluggish..lingering feelings of sex and sleep in her famous puffy black nipples and areolas which were in a state of sem-hardness and semi-erectness..Ocelot Woman made her way through the flooded corridors of the yacht..water reaching up to her small curvy waist as she made her way to the bridge..which was blocked by debris.

"Johnny!!..Johnny!!" called the sexy Amazon of Guyana and was relieved to hear the voice of her husband. "In here Ocelot Woman!..Hurry!..The water's rising fast..and Gunther's badly hurt!" said Johnny. Mustering her diminishing strength...the mighty Amazon of Guyana raised her muscular arms with effort and punched her way through the debris to find Johnny holding on to the injured Gunther Thorne-Price who was going in and out of consciousness.

Johnny noticed his superheroine wife's large brown breasts were exposed and the state of her puffy black nipples and areolas..and knew she had been hurt. "Uuuuuh" groaned Ocelot Woman as she suddenly fell forward...feeling faint..and felt the strong hands of her beloved husband prevent her from falling to the floor of the bridge and losing consciousness. "Kim...You're hurt.." whispered Johnny with concern as he held her close. "Uuuuuh..My Ocelot Breasts feel so weak Johnny...taking all my remaining strength to stay awake...My Ocelot Nipples..were drugged with chloroform..by Karen Lagerfeld.." she replied. "Ocelot Woman..Mr Chan...Save yourselves...I'm done for.." called Gunther to them in a weakened voice. Ocelot Woman..with assistance from Johnny knelt beside the injured industrialist as he uttered his dying words.

As she knelt beside him on the balls of her erotic bare feet..her big brown breasts inches away from his face.. Gunther gave her the ruby ring he always on his right hand. "Inside this ring..is a microchip with half of a code...when it's put together..it will reveal all of my corporate empire..my legal business interests..and my illegal business interests..the other half..is in a secret location..at my private estate outside of the city..I have done some evil things in my time Ocelot Woman...including being the benefactor of your foe Bill Wilkins...What matters to me now is irrelevant..but I do not want to be remembered as an evil man...Take this..if anyone can prevail against those who are my enemies...it is you..Ocelot..Woman.." gasped Gunther and expired.

"He's dead" said Johnny as he felt Gunther's pulse and found none. "Then we had better get out of here..before I pass out and we join him" replied Ocelot Woman. Placing his left arm around her small curvy waist..and with her muscular right arm draped around his shoulders..the sexy Amazon of Guyana and her husband made their way out of the sinking yacht. Emerging on the deck...Kim used her fading strength to summon her mystic powered Oce-Jet..which swooped down from the sky..hovering alongside the sinking yacht. They boarded via the port wing..slipped inside of the cockpit as the canopy opened to receive them. The Oce-Jet's thrusters fired as it soared away..as the yacht finally submerged below the surface. Fabian Thorne Price watched it all through his binoculars. "That super bitch Ocelot Woman!..She saved Chan but my father drowned!..She killed him!" fumed Fabian to himself.

Fifth Avenue Apartments
Manhattan, New York
8 pm

Fabian Thorne-Price downed another glass of scotch as he stood alone in his father's study..the alcohol doing little to calm the rage inside of him and his determination to make Ocelot Woman pay for his father's death. " I know what it feels like...to lose someone close to you..to the masked fraulein known as Ocelot Woman!" a woman's voice declared. Fabian turned around and was surprised to see a blonde haired woman and two men..one lean and wiry..the other tall and muscular. "Who are you?!..How did you get in here?!..What do you want?!" demanded Fabian..surprised the trio were able to get past the elaborate security in place to protect the penthouse.

"My apologies and my sincerest condolence young Master Thorne-Price...My name is Karen Lagerfeld..and was a close business associate of your late father..and I also lost someone I love to the Ocelot Woman.." said Karen. as she thought about Bill Wilkins. "Ocelot Woman...Yes...she only saved Johnny Chan..but left my father to die..after he asked her to protect him..Yes..it would appear that we have a common interest Miss Lagerfeld.." said Fabian as he stared at the Neo-Nazi villainess who could see her plan was working perfectly. Obssessed with hate and revenge..inexperienced in the ways of the world..Fabian Thorne-Price would soon be doing her bidding.

"I know how to defeat the Ocelot Woman...I know her weaknesses..but we shall not capture her and kill her..No..we shall torment her...make her helpless at every opportunity..humiliate her..and then when the time is right..we shakk kill her..I don't have the resources to wage such a campaign...but you do Master Thorne-Price..now with the wealth of your father's empire at your disposal.. all of his legal and illegal connections which you can bring to bear...together we shall have our revenge on the Ocelot Woman and anyone else who aligns themselves with her..Do we have an understanding?" asked Karen rhetorically as she extended her right hand to Fabian. "We have a deal!!..From this day on...Fabian Thorne Price stands for Fuck The Poor...that means anyone who gets in our way!!" declared the revenge-obsessed heir to the Thorne-Price empire.

Two days later
Chinatown, New York
7 pm.

Clad only in a pair of skimpy white silk panties...private investigator Christie Lee was concerned as she looked out the window of her apartment. She absent-mindedly caressed her dark brown nipples and areolas as she thought about Karl Misawa...the partner of her deceased sister Sandra..an NYPD detective. "Was he always this difficult..and still so hard to resist Sandy?" mused Christie as feelings for Karl came to the fore as she reflected upon the events of recent days..since Karl returned to New York City for the first time in four years since Sandy was killed in the line of duty..taking a bullet meant for him. Since coming back..Christie recalled that Karl crossed passed with his one-time superior..NYPD Captain Eric Carpenter of the 13th Precinct.

Before Karl returned...Christie had been investigating rumors going around Chinatown that Carpenter and his band of crooked NYPD cops were running interference for the Black Tiger triad..who were said to control large portions of Chinatown..and that the triad was at war with a powerful enemy that was determined to take over its territory. As she looked at the newspapers she had..Christie wondered if the death of industrialist Gunther Thorne-Price had anything to do with the case she had been investigating. However the main thought on her mind was Karl going off half-cocked to seek revenge against Carpenter and his men who were backed by powerful allies.

Though he had been away for four years...Christie knew Karl had not lost any of the skills he was known for as one of New York City's finest..having been decorated for bravery on several occasions when he was on the force. This time however..she was concerned that Karl was in over his head..and just like days earlier when she had saved him from Carpenter...she would have to do it again. Just then..a beeping sound from her cell phone caught her attention. Walking over to the table where her phone was...she picked it up and read the text message she had just received. "Got Misawa...Ludlow Street" the text read.

"Looks like Karl's done it again!..No time to lose!..I've got to save him again...as RED DRAGON!" declared Suzie..clenching her right fist while holding her phone in her left hand..excited at becoming the sexy vigilante once again. Sauntering into her bedroom..Christie flipped a secret lever in her closet..which allowed her to access her secret room where she kept her crime-fighting attire and accessories. Before slipping off her white silk panties..she painted her toenails..fingernails and her lips black. Then discarding her underwear..she slowly donned her costume. Her hands were covered by her suit's fabric but her feet..with her toenails painted black..were visible through translucent stockings which were fireproof.

She attached a black belt...with several compartments...around her small, shapely waist. Using clips to secure her short black hair atop her head and against her neck...Christie slipped the cowl of her suit over the top of her head..leaving only the lower part of her nose and her lips exposed. Her brown eyes were hidden behind the white slits of her mask. Between her small but well rounded breasts..rested the insignia of a roaring red dragon. "If anyone's hurt Karl Misawa...They'll answer to... THE RED DRAGON!!!" declared the mysterious Maiden of the Martial Arts. Moments later..out the curvaceous Chinawoman sped out of an alley on her hot red motorcycle..using its GPS tracking to find the location..where Karl Misawa was at.

Some 15 minutes later..Red Dragon..her curvaceous figure accentuated by her skin tight suit...arrived at the location. It was a warehouse behind a clothing store on Ludlow Street. "Why would Karl come here?...I'll have to ask him about that..after I get him out of trouble..." resolved the voluptuous vigilante..her breasts bobbing underneath her skin tight costume as her stocking clad feet made their swiftly across the cold concrete of the alleyway..as she dismounted her bike. "Help!!..Someone help me!!" a man's voice called from the inside of a shipping container. "Someone's in trouble!..Could it be Karl?...I've got to help them!" resolved Christie as she ran towards and inside of the container.

However no sooner was she inside..the steel doors of the container slammed shut behind her. "Looks like I've been duped!..but I won't be here for long!..No one can hold the Red Dragon!" vowed Christie as she reached into her belt to find an explosive charge which she could use to blow the doors open. However her opponents were one step ahead of her..as fumes of a pungent gas rapidly filled the interior of the container..through vents on the roof. "Kaff..Kaff...Gas...filling the container..I've got to get out of here..get my explosives to...Uuuuuuuh...What's happening...Uuuuuuuh..Karl...his hands on my breasts...making my nipples feel hard...getting silly in my head...Uuuuuuuuuuh...some kind of aphrodesiac in the gas...I..I can't fight it...my brain clouding..feelings for Karl..overwhelming me...I..can't think straight...I'm feeling so dizzy...I take it back...Red Dragon has fallen into a trap..and she doesn't want to get out of it.." moaned Christie as she swayed drunkenly from side to side..struggling to stay awake.

Dazed and disoriented by the gas...the Maiden of Martial Arts..was unaware the container door was opening and two men wearing gas masks were approaching her..about to end the dilemma she was facing. "Hai!!!" one man yelled as he dealt her a right hand chop to the back of her neck. "Unnnh!!" groaned Christie as she staggered forward..her head reeling from the sneak attack she would have avoided had the gas not done its work so effectively. "Owwwh..Owwwh..Owwwwwww.." cooed Red Dragon as the second man attached steel clips to each of her hardening nipples which were visible against the fabric of her costume..knocking her out in two seconds. Grabbing her under the arms and by her ankles..the men took the unconscious Red Dragon..dumped her in the back of a van..and drove away.

To be continued.