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Rohanna and the Temple of Temptation

Georgetown, Guyana
1970.
Noon

BRUCE KANDIVAS typed away furiously at his typewriter in the bustling newsroom of the Stabroek News..the leading daily newspaper in Guyana. The young reporter had been busy over the last week..following the exploits of an engimatic missionary named JAN VAN DER KAMP...but more popularly known by his followers as PASTOR JOHN. The 60 year old man of Dutch descent had been making the rounds in Georgetown and other towns along the coast.

He had been speaking at public meetings...and at dinners hosted by the elite in Guyana..about spreading the new word of the Gospel...especially to the indigenous Amerindian tribes of Guyana..through the construction of a temple in the jungles of southern Guyana. The 19 year old reporter was particularly interested in this venture..noting in his story that Pastor John and some of his disciplines planned to leave for the interior within the next two days.

Bruce was eager to return to the jungle for two reasons. The first was to cover the story of Pastor John..whose seemingly holier than thou image..bothered him. Bruce could not shake the feeling that he was hiding something. The second..and more important reason for Bruce
was the hope that while he was following the story..he would encounter someone who could help him... the beauteous jungle heroine...known as ROHANNA...GIRL OF THE GUIANAS.

Two days later
Lethem, Southern Guyana 1970. 4 pm.

The familiar ringing of the bell at Lethem Elementary School signalled the end of classes there for yet another day. Twenty two-year old school teacher MAREE RAECESA packed her books into her large handbag as she watched her young pupils file out of class. To everyone in Lethem..Maree seemed to be an ordinary woman..and this was the view held by her colleagues and students alike.

Her black hair was piled atop her head...she wore large rimmed glasses on her face..she wore a loose-fitting white blouse and brown skirt that flowed all the way down to her ankles. Little did anyone know that under this guise...Maree concealed a very important secret that was vital to protecting the people of Guyana against the forces of evil.

As she slung her large handbag over her right shoulder..Maree called to one of her students. "Jaime..A moment please..." said the lady teacher. "Yes Miss Raecesa..?" the teenage Amerindian boy said as he gathered his books and approached her.

"I'm very impressed by the book report you did for your history assignment...I'm giving you an A..and recommending it for the regional essay competition..Keep up the good work.." said Maree. "Thanks Miss Raecesa..." replied Jaime as he walked out of the classroom with a broad smile on his face. "I don't know how you do it..." a man's voice said and Maree turned in the direction of the voice.

The young woman of African-Indian descent felt a slight surge of warmth under her blouse as she looked into the dark brown eyes of CLINT BRONSON..a fellow teacher at the school..and a man she secretly had a crush on. "Why Mr Bronson...Whatever do you mean?" asked Maree coyly.

"No need to be formal Maree...The way you inspire boys like Jaime Simmons..When he first came to us..he was having great difficulty with his school work...Most of the Amerindian boys don't stay long with us… choosing to ply a trade on the river or in the jungle...but you made a difference with Jaime..." observed Clint.

"Thanks..but it's all part of my work here.." replied Maree as they walked out of the school building together and down the road into the main part of town. Everywhere they went..people were either reading copies of the Stabroek News about the visit of Pastor John to the region or talking about it.

"Seems this Pastor John fellow is quite charismatic...Says he wants to build a temple out here on an island in the river...a place to educate the natives as he puts it in the papers..Appears that a lot of the city folk have put more than a pretty penny towards his cause.." said Clint as he picked up one of the papers that was delivered daily to the school.

Maree simply nodded as they walked on. "Maybe we could discuss it..over dinner?" offered Clint. "Oh...I would like to..but I have papers to finish grading...perhaps another time Clint.." replied Maree as she turned and walked towards her simple bungalow located on the eastern side of the town.

Clint Bronson shrugged his shoulders and continued on to the north side where his house was. "Maree is so dedicated to her work..her students..She makes little time for anything..or anyone else...it must be very mundane for her when she's not at school.." thought Clint as he made his way home. He had no idea how wrong he was.

Upon arriving at home..Maree locked the door behind her and set her handbag down on the table. "I hate to disappoint Clint like that but...there's something I have to do..it's been a long day..and I'm eager to get out of these clothes..and into my jungle garb...as ROHANNA...Girl of the Guianas.." said the lady teacher with a smile on her face as she removed her large rimmed glasses from her face. Her intentions stated...Maree began to spin on a single spot in the middle of her living room..initiating an amazing change.

Her black hair loosened...cascading on to her shoulders and almost reaching the centre of her back..becoming long tousled and glossy black. Slowly her conservative and constricting clothes began to disappear..revealing a brown body that was becoming increasingly voluptuous...muscular and gleaming as she twirled.
A string ocelot pelt bra barely covered a pair of enormous firm gleaming brown breasts. The space between her huge gleaming brown thighs was barely covered by a...n ocelot pelt G-string...which did little to cover a lush glossy black pubic jungles there.

Her arms and legs were smooth and muscular and gleaming brown. Her hands were strong with slender fingers with short, clear and glossy fingernails.. Her gleaming brown feet...were bare and erotic to the eye with sexy toes sporting short, clear glossy toenails. Maree's brown eyes sparkled with determination.

Maree Raecesa had completed her transformation into her sexy alter-ego of Rohanna..the legendary Girl of the Guianas...who battled criminals in the untamed interior of Guyana.

Her change caused Maree's pet parrot Percy to flap his wings and squawk excitedly on his perch. "That's right Percy..I'm going out tonight...I have to ensure that there's no evil lurking in the jungles of Guyana..threatening its innocent people.." declared the Sexy Superwoman of the Guianas.

Percy chirped and flapped his wings in reply. Endowed with the ability to communicate with the jungle animals and possessing their strength..Rohanna clearly understood what her pet was saying.

"Honestly Percy..You worry too much..Yes..I'll be careful...You don't need to remind me that whenever a man touches my huge breasts..and plays with my big nipples..it always knocks me out.." replied Maree with a smile as she slipped out of her living room window undetected.

Moments later..a shapely silhouette was swinging from vine to vine..through the towering evergreen trees of the jungles of southern Guyana. Using her incredible animal powers..it was not long before the Girl of the Guianas detected her quarry.

A single schooner heading north along the Demerara River of the same name. Its six man crew keeping watch over their illegal cargo of marijuana..and for patrol boats belonging to the Interior Force, custodians of law and order in Guyana's wild interior.

However they were not expected Rohanna. From her vantage point in the trees overlooking the river..the gorgeous Girl of the Guianas saw them coming. As the boat drew closer, Rohannasprang from ther hiding place...flexed her huge gleaming brown thighs.

The muscles in her magnificent thighs allowed her to leap great distances. With uncanny agility and lightning speed..Rohanna alighted into the vessel's stern, surprising two of the smugglers who reached for their concealed pistols. She lashed out with her erotic right gleaming brown bare foot.....striking one in the jaw.

He dropped to the deck, stunned by the blow. The second smuggler was stunned by a left hand karate chop to the throat..before he could draw his gun. "I get you bitch!!" snarled another smuggler as he levelled his shotgun at the Superwoman of the Guianas. "I'd like to see you try!" quipped Maree as she easily evaded his first shot which blew a hole in the deck.

Rohannacountered swiftly..the ball of her erotic left gleaming brown bare foot striking her shotgun-toting opponent hard in the groin. He groaned in pain as he slumped to the deck. Sidestepping a fourth smuggler as he charged at her..Rohanna grabbed him by the left wrist..flipped him in the air..and he landed hard on his back on the deck.

This brought another smuggler into the fray. He lunged towards Rohanna..wildly swinging a machete which he gripped in his right hand. The sexy jungle avenger easily avoided his clumsy attack and swiftly countered.

Swiveling on the ball of her left foot...Rohannadodged a swing of her foe's machete..and drove the ball of her right foot hard into his face. The force of impact sent this smuggler flying backwards through the air and crashing into some nearby cargo bales..laden with the green leaves of the marijuana plant.
Entering the bridge, Rohannadealt the navigator a hard right fist in the face..knocking him out..she quickly shut off the schooner's engine..allowing the vessel to drift along the river.

Dragging the unconscious bodies of the smugglers to the bow of the schooner.. Maree bound them together with ropes. "Don't worry gentlemen..an Interior Force patrol boat is certain to come across you and your cargo within a short space of time..." said Rohanna, squatting on the balls of her erotic bare gleaming brown feet as she bound them...her enormous firm gleaming brown breasts threatening to pop out of her flimsy top.

.Searching the smugglers for clues that would tell her who they were..and lead her to the source of the marijuana...the Girl of the Guianas discovered that all six smugglers had copies of the religious teachings of Pastor John. "You gentlemen are unusually well read for common criminals...We'll have a book discussion at another time.." quipped Rohannaas she took one of the manuals..and leapt towards the trees. Grabbing hold of an overhanging vine..the Busty Jungle Superwoman swung off in the direction of Lethem.

Lethem. 24 hours later.
Noon

There was great fanfare in this small jungle town as the celebrated missionary Pastor John stepped off the riverboat on to the docks. Dressed in a pristine white business suit, white leather shoes and a broad rimmed hat..Pastor John walked through the town..shaking hands with people he met..spreading his message..and encouraging them to be members of his congregation. His disciples..dressed in flowing white robes..handed out red leather bound copies of his teachings to the townspeople. The elderly missionary's influence on the young seemed particularly mesmerising as he held court outside of Lethem Elementary School.

Maree Raecesa, Clint Bronson and their other teacher colleagues watched as their students abandoned their lunchtime activities to listen to Pastor John's preachings. "Seems unusual that one man could have such an influence on so many people..." observed Clint. "Yes..It is
unusual..." replied Maree as she watched Jaime Simmons..one of her top students receive a manual from Pastor John. She remembered it was the same type of manual that she had retrieved from a marijuana smuggler she had captured the night before as Rohanna.

Maree also observed a familiar face in the crowd. A young man taking pictures of the students mingling with the missionary and his followers. "Bruce Kandivas.." thought the lady teacher. She remembered their adventure together to thwart the sinister schemes of fugitive scientist Doctor VICTOR VINE. He was the only person she had told about her breasts being her sole vulnerability as Rohanna.

Knowing there was only one hotel in Lethem..Maree knew that he was staying there. "Once I find out what's happening..I'll go to visit Bruce Kandivas as Rohanna..I'm sure he's eager to see her again.." thought Maree.

Two days later.

Maree Raecesa sat at her desk in her classroom at Lethem Elementary School. As she watched the students seated before her...Maree could not help but notice a few empty seats. One of those belonged to Jaime Simmons...an Amerindian boy who was one of her top students. Also missing were some other teenage Amerindian boys..from the school..
shortly after the visit to the interior town by Pastor John and his followers.

At the lunch break...the conservatively attired female teacher went to see the school's headmaster...Rupert Dash. "Headmaster Dash..I need the afternoon off to handle some personal matters...Can you have someone handle my afternoon classes?" asked Maree.

The 50 year old headmaster looked up at the young school teacher standing before him. "Certainly Miss Raecesa..You are one of this school's most dedicated teachers..and I've never known you to take any time for yourself during regular hours..of course you can...I'll make the necessary arrangements..I'm sure Mr Bronson wouldn't mind filling in.." replied Dash. "Thank you.." said Maree as she picked up her large handbag and walked briskly out of the headmaster's office.

No one paid attention to the plain school teacher as she made her way across the small jungle town towards her modest bungalow. Her black hair was piled atop her head...she wore large rimmed glasses on her face..a loose-fitting blue blouse and white skirt that flowed all the way down to her ankles..and carried her belongings in a large bag on her left shoulder.

Once inside her house..Maree locked the door and drew the curtains. Removing her glasses..she set them down on a nearby table and began to spin on a single spot.

As she spun..Maree made her amazing transformation into Rohanna...Girl of the Guianas. Her body..now voluptuous, muscular and gleaming brown. Her baggy conservative attire replaced by a tiny ocelot pelt string bra and an ocelot pelt G-string that barely covered the space between her huge gleaming ebony thighs...were a lush glossy black pubic jungle was located. Her pet parrot Percy flapped his wings and chirped in excitement.

"Several Amerindian boys have gone missing from school Percy...I must find out why..Do not worry...I will be back in time for dinner..." assured the buxom jungle superwoman before she slipped out of a secret exit to her house. Moments later...the gorgeous Girl of the Guianas was swinging through the towering evergreen trees of the jungle which surrounded the small interior town of Lethem. Every muscle on her voluptuous and muscular gleaming brown body flexed with effort as she swung from one vine to another in search of the missing boys.

"Ahhh..it feels good to be free of my confining attire as school teacher Maree Raecesa.." said Rohannaas she felt the cool air wafting against her voluptuous and muscular gleaming brown body which was barely covered by her flimsy ocelot pelt string bra and G-string and through her long mane of glossy tousled black hair.
The sounds of voices soon caught the attention of the heightened senses of the Sexy Superwoman of the Guianas and she swung in the direction of the voices. Releasing her hold on the vine she was swinging on...Rohanna alighted into a clearing near the Demerara River..the balls of her erotic bare gleaming brown feet..making contact with the soft earth.

Maree instantly assumed a heroic pose. Her hands balled into fists..resting lightly on her curvy hips..her long muscular gleaming brownlegs spread slightly apart..and her enormous firm gleaming brown bust pushed forward with confidence. Her brown eyes gazed intently at a group of Amerindian boys..dressed only in khaki short pants...who were playing a game of cricket.

The famous jungle crime fighter recognised the boy with the ball in his hands as Jaime Simmons..her top student in her alter-ego of school teacher Maree Raecesa. "You gentlemen have been missing school for the last two days...and I would like to find out why before I take you back with me..." said Rohannain a firm voice.

"Okay Rohanna...We'll tell you...after you play a game of cricket with us..." replied Jaime with a smile, tossing the ball in the air. "All right...if participating in your game is what it will take for you to return to school...I agree..." replied the Girl of the Guianas as she walked towards the wicket made from bamboo stick and took the wooden bat from the boy who had been standing there. He took his place amongst the other boys in the field.
Lulled into complacency by being around the young boys...believing them to be harmless..Rohanna paid no attention as Jaime dipped his hand into his right back pocket and then rubbed the cork ball in both hands.

"See if you can handle this delivery..." grinned Jaime as he ran up to the wicket which was located a short distance away from Rohannain the opposite direction from the wicket she was standing in front of. Her enormous firm gleaming brown breasts bunched together in her thin string ocelot pelt bra...as she leaned forward..tapping her bat on the ground..awaiting the ball.
Jaime released the red cork ball which flew towards the gorgeous Girl of the Guianas at a terrific speed. In addition to being a good student..Jaime was also good at playing cricket. Her brown eyes focused on the ball as she prepared to hit it miles away with her incredible animal strength.

However as the ball came hurtling towards her...a strange feeling suddenly came over the beauteous jungle heroine without warning. "OOOOOH...ALL OF A SUDDEN...I FEEL MY BIG NIPPLES BECOMING ...HARD...THINKING ABOUT SEX...WITH CLINT BRONSON...HARD TO CONCENTRATE” thought Rohanna as her brown eyes stared at the approaching cricket ball.

Her vision began to blur and her eyelids suddenly were becoming heavier and heavier with each passing second as the Girl of the Guianas was helpless to do anything except stare at the hazy aura surrounding the ball.

Unable to lift the bat she was holding to block the ball...the sleepy Sexy Superwoman of the Guianas..could do nothing..as the ball struck her squarely in the centre of her ample cleavage.

"UUUUUUNH" groaned Rohannaas the force of the blow knocked her off her erotic bare gleaming brown feet and sent her crashing to the ground. She landed hard on her back...her long muscular gleaming brownlegs spread wide open below her small curvy waist..her muscular gleaming brown arms limp and useless on either side of her shapely upper torso.
Pillowed by her long mane of glossy black hair...Rohanna's head rolled slowly from side to side...her brown eyes fluttering..her large brown breasts heaving with effort..as she suddenly found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

"Ohhhhh...that cricket ball...is covered with some kind..of special marijuana...it is making my big nipples become hard....my huge breasts..getting weaker..and weaker...cannot stop thinking..
of...Clint...his hands..all over my breasts..his fingers..playing with my big nipples..inside my virgin cunt..." realised the beauteous jungle heroine as the Amerindian boys stood all around her.

"Looks like you lose this game... You can't stop the word of Pastor John" sneered Jaime . The teenager knelt down...pushed aside the adult jungle superwoman’s flimsy ocelot pelts...exposing the summits of her enormous firm gleaming brown breasts.
Maree could do nothing but watch as her student brushed her big puffy hard and erect dark brown nipples with his thumbs...which had traces of marijuana powder on them.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Jaime...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Stop...Don’t do this...I’m going to...going to...Uh...Uuh...Uuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh” cooed Rohanna as her brown eyes rolled up in her head and she succumbed to unconsciousness.
To be continued