New Ocelot Woman in Shark Woman and the Undersea Drill

Georgetown, Guyana. 5 am

"Oooohhhhh....Ahhhh....Uhhuhhhh..." sighed Kim Parmasar as she slowly awakened from sleep. The 20-year old investigative journalist with the Stabroek News opened her brown eyes and saw her boyfriend Johnny Chan...leaning over her. The fingers of his right hand gently caressing the summits of her large brown breasts...which were exposed to him. "Good morning..." said Johnny. "Mmmmmm...that feels..so good...you have such good hands...they feel so good on my breasts.." said Kim. "That's not all I have sweetheart..." replied Johnny as he leaned in and gently kissed his girlfriend on the lips. "Mmmmmmmm" sighed Kim as she returned his kiss. One month had passed since they had defeated the Caiman Queen and her followers...and Johnny accepted that he was in love with Kim and the fact that she was secretly Guyana's beautiful champion of justice...OCELOT WOMAN.

Since then...Johnny and Kim had officially declared themselves an item..and he moved in to Kim's apartment. This surprised many of their colleagues at the newspaper who never thought Johnny would fall for someone as conservative and seemingly bland as Kim Parmasar..despite the fact that she got all the Ocelot Woman exclusives. The paper's editor-in-chief...Bruce Kandivas..who played a key role in thwarting the Caiman Queen's plans...did not know Kim's secret identity..but was silently pleased to see Johnny and Kim finally get together. Bruce silently regretted that he no longer had the chance for that to happen for him.

Kim looked up into Johnny's eyes..filled with love for her...as they lay naked..their bodies intertwined in bed under the covers. "Mmmmm...I wish you did'nt have to go on that assignment today Johnny...I'm missing you already..." said Kim as she felt her boyfriend's finger's lovingly caress her puffy black nipples which Guyana's villains were always trying to find ways to arouse so they could knock her out as Ocelot Woman. "I know honey...but the Chief was pretty insistent that the paper gets could photos on the cattle drive on the Rupununi Savannah for the Sunday edition.." said Johnny as he kissed Kim lightly on the lips. "You really have me by my Ocelot Nipples....is this the part when you take out the chloroform and rub it on them..until I pass out..." teased Kim. "Not a chance babe.." replied Johnny as he kissed her again. "That's what I like to hear...and Ocelot Woman agrees.." giggled Kim as she kissed him on the lips again.

"Would you like me to fix you some breakfast?" asked Kim as she caressed her man's handsome face with her right hand. "I thought that's what we were doing here..." quipped Johnny as he leaned in..kissing each of his super heroine girl friend's nipples in turn. "Johnny
...Oohhh..that tickles...I'm serious..." laughed Kim as she wiggled her body slightly to let him continue kissing her chest. "My flight isn't until ten...I'll grab something on the way to the airport...I'm good where I am right now..." said Johnny. "Me too...I don't have to go into the office until after lunch...and Ocelot Woman isn't needed anywhere right now.." replied Kim. No words were spoken after that.

Two days later
Atlantic Ocean. Off north-east coast of Guyana.
9 am.

Vicki Singh checked the readings on the electronic equipment on her boat for a third time.
"Incredible..." said the 20 year old marine biologist as the readings confirmed her suspicions.
Two weeks ago at her research facility in her hometown...the fishing town of Charity... Vicki had picking up electronic transmissions which suggested that some type of secret drilling activity was taking place off shore. This coincided with claims from some fishermen she spoke to. They told her of strange ocean currents to the north-east which fouled up their radars when they tried to go that way..and how these currents were resulting to some of them catching less fish. Vicki found it curious that fishing trawlers belonging to Deo Narine..a wealthy businessman in Charity did not seem to have these problems and were returning daily with full loads of fish for sale.

Vicki had raised her concerns with her bosses at the Environment Ministry in Georgetown about what she believed was happening and how it could affect the local marine life. She was told by her superiors to get tangible proof of illegal activity in the area before they coulf do anything. It was the same story with the police in Charity who did not believe Vicki's story. They complained about being undermanned and underequipped to handle anything
This was exactly the reason why she was out there. However unknown to the female marine biologist...she was not alone. From a distance...outside of the scope of the radar coverage of Vicki's boat...a mini-sub manned by two mercenaries observed her activities. "That lady scientist is back again..Doing some more testing...What's the chance of her figuring out what's going on?" asked the mercenary who was piloting the sub.

"The Doc said the technology is foolproof...No way anybody can figure out what it is..and if anyone gets too close to the zone...they'll be dealt with..." replied the mercenary who was operating the periscope. He adjusted the scope to zero in on Vicki Singh as she emerged from the bridge and walked towards the stern of the vessel. She had a short but thick crop of black hair...a shapely body under her white, sleeveless cotton shirt and tight brown short pants. "Yeah...I'm especially looking forward to dealing with this broad..." said the mercenary as he watched the movements of Vicki's well rounded bosom under her shirt as she hauled up the anchor. "Look's like she's goin in...Let's head back to base...and brief the Doc.." he added and lowered the periscope.

Charity, 10 am.

Vicki's boat docked in the harbour of her hometown. As she gathered her equipment and alighted on to the dock. Walking along the wooden dock..Vicki looked at the fishing boats around them..and their respective crews at work. As she passed one particular boat...the captain hailed her out personally. "Hello Vicki...Catch anything interesting out there?" said the stocky 65-year old East Indian man as he alighted on to the dock to greet her. "I'm still looking Uncle Harry..." said Vicki to veteran fishing captain Harry Parmasar...the father of her best friend...Kim Parmasar. "Well if anybody can find anything...I'm sure you will Vicki..You and Kim were always very inquisitive growing up..." said Harry as he helped Vicki carry some of her equipment back to her pick-up truck.

"Have you heard from Kim lately?" asked Vicki as they reached her vehicle. "Kim's mother sends her letters...emails..asking her to come home for a visit...but Kim's really busy...Guess that's life in the big city..being a reporter and all..." sighed Harry as he placed some of Vicki's gear in the rear of the truck. Vicki nodded and smiled to herself. Before Johnny Chan's recent discovery...Vicki had been the only one who knew Kim's secret identity. She remembered how as teenagers...Kim got super powers and fought crime as Ocelot Girl. After moving to Georgetown following their graduation..and after she started working at the Stabroek news... a new Ocelot Woman appeared. Vicki knew this was Kim...and it was her jobs as a reporter and a super heroine which kept her from coming back to Charity to visit.
"Don't worry Uncle Harry...I'm sure Kim will visit...just don't press her about men or marriage..I'll see you later for dinner.." said Vicki as she kissed him on his right cheek got into her vehicle and drove away.

As Vicki left..her departure was observed by two uniformed police constables in a marked squad car. "That Singh chick's been out to sea almost daily now for the last two weeks..just outside of the zone...Think she's knows anything..." said PC Darryl Heeralal..a wiry East Indian man with a drunken look in his eyes. "Not likely..otherwise the boss would know..better call it in..." said his stocky East Indian partner..PC Curtis Rampersad. Minutes later...Supt Verne Burnett...the police commander for Charity... received a call on his cell phone while he was at the private sea side villa of local business magnate Deo Narine. An overweight East Indian man with a stutter in his voice from birth..Narine owned a fleet of fishing trawlers which he used to outdo the other fishermen in Charity. His connections to certain government officials in Georgetown also allowed him a clear advantage over his competitors to operate in some of Guyana's prime offshore waters.

Burnett hung up his cell phone and picked up his glass of scotch which rested on the table in front of him. "Looks like Vicki Singh is continuing to snoop at sea...Should we do something about it?" asked the police superintendant as he took a swig of the alcohol. "Nn..No..That will
..bring ..a..attention..to us..The Doctor..was ..ss.specific...only if she...gg..et..too..close..w.w
..we..deal with..hh..hher.." stammered Narine. Unknown to many people...Burnett and Narine were crooked consipirators who were part of the secret crime cartel of deceased kingpin and Neo Nazi..Bill Wilkins. "K..Keep..her..under..surveillance.." said Narine. "You got it.." replied Supt Burnett as he finished his drink..picked up his hat..straightened his khaki uniform and walked towards his car.

Police Headquarters, Georgetown. 7 pm.

Chief of Police Martin Cain put down the phone in his private office. He had just been given an update from Supt Burnett about activities going on in Charity. "Excellent..it looks like things are going according to plan..." thought Cain. While he was the head of Guyana's police force...many people did not know that Martain Cain was also closely connected to top figures in the country's underworld. His most notable criminal ally was deceased business magnate Bill Wilkins..who was really the leader of a secret Neo Nazi crime cartel in the South American republic. Cain had a special arrangement with Wilkins...looking the other way and being handsomely compensated for it. Although Wilkins was dead...and many of his criminal associates either suffered the same fate or were imprisoned due to the efforts of Ocelot Woman...his criminal empire was far from finished. "Very soon...I shall reap my share of the profits of this enterprise...if Ocelot Woman attempts to interfere..she will be dealt with..but for now..she is not the main concern...this marine biologist..Vicki Singh is...if she persists..she will have to be taught the error of her ways..." thought the crooked police chief to himself.

Two days later
Atlantic Ocean. Off north-east coast of Guyana.
6 am.

Setting sail before dawn...Vicki anchored her boat in the waters off the town of Morawhanna which was right on the border with Venezuela. After checking the readings her equipment had recorded...the marine biologist was convinced that their source was somewhere within this area. The fact that only fishing boats belonging to business man Deo Narine operated here and always returned to Charity will full loads of fish..reinforced her suspicions that the secret drilling activity was taking place within this area. All she needed was evidence to take to the authorities that would prove that her suspicions were true. The beeping of her boat's sonar detectors on the bridge alerted Vicki that the drilling was taking place.

"Time to get to work..." said Vicki as she took off the flimsy white shirt she was wearing..to reveal a two piece aquamarine bikini she was wearing. Vicki slipped a pair of flippers on to her bare feet..slung and oxygen tank over her back..fitted a scuba mask over her face and put special plugs in her ears.Picking up her special video recorder..that was capable of filming underwater...the marine biologist jumped over the port side of her boat into the dark waters of the Atlantic. She made long smooth strokes under the water as she swum in the direction that she detected the sonic activity. As Vicki swum over some undersea rock formations...she saw lights on the other side. Concealing herself amongst the rocks..she eased her way slowly to where she saw the lights coming from. "Oh my God!" gasped Vicki as she witnessed an incredible sight.

A large deep sea vehicle...was hovering ten feet above the sea bed...with a strange beam being fired from its nose into the sea bed. Vicki activated her recorder as she filmed the enormous hole it was drilling in the sea bed and the swirl of undercurrents spreading outwards from the drill site. This was certainly a lot more than she expected to find and Vicki realised that for this to be happening..someone in the Guyana government had to be in on this illegal mining operation which was in direct contravention of several of Guyana's laws and some international laws as well. Vicki waited until the sonic drilling stopped before swimming away as quickly as she could..thinking that no one knew she was there. Unfortunately..her rapid exit was detected by the radar on board the strange submersible and its captain issued the relevant order.

Vicki climbed aboard her boat...discarding her scuba equipment and taking her camera to the bridge. Removing the disc from her video recorder...Vicki inserted it into her computer's disc drive and started to download into the file of information that she had compiled to date on the illegal drilling. With her bosses at the Environment Ministry and members of the police force in Charity possibly involved in this operation...Vicki realised there was only one person she could trust. Her best friend and investigative reporter at the Stabroek News newspaper...Kim Parmasar...who was secretly the Ocelot Woman. The download was completed within a minute and Vicki started to email the total dossier of information on the secret drilling to Kim. While she was emailing the dossier...a mini-sub surfaced on the starboard side of her boat. Three figures dressed in black silently boarded the boat and made their way towards the bridge.

Vicki watched her computer monitor as her dossier's files were transferred to Kim's email. "I hope the files reach you Kim...Only you can help me to expose this operation and stop it from happening..." thought Vicki as the file transfer continued. At that very moment..the door to the bridge was kicked in and three mercenaries wearing black uniforms and black hoods over their heads to conceal their identities..entered the bridge. Vicki leapt to her feet..immediately assuming a fighting stance. The trio of invaders were briefly distracted as they watched the bikini-clad female..her arms raised and legs slightly apart..standing ready to resist them. "Our orders are to capture the woman and destroy any information she has!" said one of the mercenaries as they approached Vicki. "That'll be easier said than done!" quipped Vicki as she thrust her right leg forward. One mercenary groaned as the ball of her right foot struck him hard in the groin..dropping him to the floor.

Vicki made a run for the open door of the bridge and the second mercenary lunged at her. She sidestepped him..countering with a left hand karate chop to the back of his neck. However the third time proved to be the charm as the last mercenary succeeded in jumping the marine biologist from behind. "Oh no!" was all Vicki could say as she felt his left arm wrap around her waist and she saw a thick cotton pad inches away from her nose and mouth. "Mmmmm!!!!!..Mmmmmm!!!!" screamed Vicki into the pad as she wiggled frantically in the strong grasp of the mercenary. Her brown eyes widening with alarm as she was for--d to inhale copious amounts of chloroform which were soaked into the pad. "Shhh
Senorita..." said the mercenary as his left hand reached under Vicki's bra and fondled her right breast. "Hmmmm...Mmmmmm...Mmmmmmmmm..." moaned Vicki submissively as the groping of her right breast distracted her long enough for the chloroform to take effect.

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." cooed Vicki as her brown eyes rolled up in her head...her arms fell slack at her sides and her legs went limp below her waist as the chloroform rendered her unconscious in a matter of seconds. "There is some kind of electronic transfer taking place.."
said another mercenary as he staggered over to the computer. "Dawn is almost upon us..take the woman to the mini-sub...I will radio base...they shall handle the rest.." said the mercenary who was holding the chloroform pad over Vicki's nose and mouth. Minutes later..the three mercenaries carried their unconscious captive on board the mini-sub which quickly dove beneath the surface of the ocean and sailed away from Vicki's boat. No sooner had they left..the water around Vicki's boat began to churn and the vessel itself began to vibrate. The vibrations grew in intensity..until the boat was ripped into pieces which quickly sank to the bottom of the Atlantic.

Stabroek News building, Georgetown.
10 am.

Kim Parmasar was at her desk..typing up a story..but was finding it difficult to concentrate as thoughts of Johnny Chan constantly filled her mind. She smiled to herself as she remembered how her boyfriend called her earlier at her apartment.. while he was with some ranchers out on a cattle drive through the Rupununi Savannah. Kim was wearing a white blouse, fitting a bit loose on her upper body, a black work skirt which reached her knees.. with the end a bit split for better movement. Her black hair was tied neatly in a bun. By dressing in this way, Kim tried not to draw attention to her athletic figure and make anyone suspect that she was secretly the Ocelot Woman...celebrated superheroine of Guyana. Johnny knew all about her secret identity and Kim loved the fact that he loved her both as a journalist and a superheroine. While she pondered those warm thoughts in her mind..a small blip on her computer screen informed her that she had just received an email.

Moving her mouse to the flashing icon...Kim clicked her mouse and immediately logged into her email account. "It's from Vicki...I wonder what this is...?" thought Kim as she opened the file which her best friend had emailed her. She gasped quietly as she saw some of the video footage which she had filmed of the undersea drilling taking place. There were also documented cases where strange currents were affecting the fishing industry in Charity. As she carefully studied the dossier of files which Vicki had emailed to her was half complete. It looked as if some one had interrupted the transmission of files to her. As Kim pondered what the information contained in the files meant...she heard a buzzing noise emanating from inside her handbag. Reaching inside, she retrieved her cell phone. Flipping open the lid..she saw that the number ringing her belonged to her parents.
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"Hello..." said Kim as she answered the phone. "Kim..Oh thank God I was able to reach you" said her mother..Sally Parmasar on the other end of the phone. "Mom..What's wrong?..Are you all right?..Is Daddy okay?" asked the lady journalist. "Your father is fine..it's Vicki..she disappeared at sea..no sign of her boat anywhere.." replied Sally. "Don't worry Mom..I'll be on the first available flight back to Charity..I'll help you straighten things out.." said Kim before ending the call. Though part of her wanted to wait until Johnny returned from his assignment..this was overruled by her concerns for Vicki and her determination to investigate the lead which her best friend had given her. "Vicki could be in grave danger.. and may need the help of Ocelot Woman.." thought Kim as she got up from behind her desk and walked towards the office of the paper's editor-in-chief, Bruce Kandivas.

Abandoned oil rig, off north-east coast of Guyana.
5 pm.

"Uhhhhhhh.." moaned Vicki Singh as she slowly regained consciousness. "Ah Miss Singh..so good of you to rejoin us..." she heard a man's voice say as she opened her eyes. Images swirled in front of her as the fog in her brain..induced by the chloroform slowly lifted. As her senses returned..Vicki became aware of a tension in her arms and the feeling of cold air on her body. She awoke to discover that her bikini top have been removed while she was unconscious and she was suspended by chains around her wrists from a metal rail over a series of glass floors under which were various tanks. She saw a burly white man with short blonde hair dressed in a white coat..looking up at her. Vicki gasped as she saw his left eye was closed..a huge scar running across it from the top of his brow to his jaw. A three-pronged steel claw prosthetic hand was where his right hand was supposed to be. "Where am I? ..Who are you?!..What do you want from me?!" demanded Vicki as she writhed helplessly in the air...unable to break her restraints.

"How rude of me fraulein...Allow me to introduce myself..my name is Kraaken..Doctor Karl
Kraaken...I am a scientist...I was employed by Mr Bill Wilkins..many months ago..prior to his unfortunate demise...to develop the technology which you had the misfortune to discover.. a sonic drill...which uses sonic waves to drill the bed of the sea for precious mineral reserves.." explained Kraaken. "Bill Wilkins was a Neo-Nazi...You're one too aren't you...?!" asked Vicki rhetorically. "Ja...You are indeed as perceptive as our intelligence on you suggests..You see fraulein...this operation...funded and supported by my benevolent allies in Guyana and Venezuela..can allow me to drill for oil, natural gas and other mineral reserves undetected in any marine acreage in the world...without the bureaucracy of government approval.." replied Kraaken. "Businessman Deo Narine...He's involved isn't he..?" asked Vicki. "Ja..and I have the support of one Major Ramon Salazar of the Venezuelan Army and a force of his loyal soldiers. Vicki immediately recalled that this soldier was the brother of the renegade Venezuelan colonel Enrico Salazar..alias El Commandante..who was brought to justice by Kim's aunt Parbatie..who preceded Kim as Ocelot Woman.

"But enough about me...I wish to have a conversation with you...You have been monitoring our activities for some time..We would not have intervened..had you not witnessed first hand the sonic drill at work...my men inform me that you were transmitting the data you found and the transmission was not completed before your boat was 'destroyed' by sonic waves from the drill...You will tell me what you know of our operation and who you sent the information you gathered to..." declared the Neo-Nazi scientist. "Never!!..I won't tell you anything!!..There's nothing you can do about that!!" quipped Vicki as she glared at Dr Kraaken. "We shall see about that fraulein.." he grinned. The evil scientist snapped his fingers and a blonde-haired woman with blue eyes..who was wearing a white laboratory coat stepped forward.

Vicki instantly recognised her from the many wanted posters issued about her. She was Karen Lagerfelt...a top deputy and reputed lover of the late Neo-Nazi kingpin Bill Wilkins. "This one has a sharp tongue doctor...but this ought to calm her.." stated Karen as she handed Dr Kraaken a thick bristled brush and a small tin of special oil. Kraaken accepted these gifts. Dipping the brush into the oil..he approached Vicki whose brown eyes widened in panic as he approached. "What are you going to do?!..No!!..No!!..Stay away!!..Stay away!!"
cried Vicki as she struggled frantically and in futility to break the chains that were binding her. Kraaken's response was to rub the brush all over the exposed chest of the female marine biologist..coating her breasts thoroughly with the oil. "Ooohhhh...Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh
,,Ahh..Ahhh" panted Vicki as she felt her brown nipples become instantly aroused by the combination of the oil and the brush gliding over every inch of her chest. Vicki's struggles eventually ceased and she hung limp..over the glass floor..her eyes barely open. "Unnhhh..
What..have..you..done..to me..feel so strange..turned..on...tired..." gasped Vicki.

"You will tell us all that we want to know..." gloated Kraaken as he gestured with his right hand. Karen walked over to a nearby control panel and pulled a level. The glass floor beneath Vicki's dangling bare feet slowly slid away and she was slowly lowered into one of the tanks below. As she was being lowered...Vicki saw that the tank was inhabited by a shoal of small fish which swam eratically as she was lowered into the water. The oil was specially designed to attract this special breed of fish..who were scavengers. Several of them swarmed around Vicki's naked breasts...attracted by the special erotic oil...and the marine biologist felt several of their sucking mouths as they attacked her hardened nipples and released a sexually potent saliva on to her nipples which could not be washed off by the water in the tank. While that was happening...another set of the sucker fish..targeted Vicki's fleshy inner thighs..clinging to this area and starting to suck. "Aahhhhh!!!!!..Ahhh!!!..Ahh!!..Ahh!!..Ahh!!
..Ahh!!..Ahh!!..Ahh!!..Ahh!!..Aahieeee!!!!!!" screamed Vicki as she thrashed around wildly in the tank as the fish sexually aroused her beyond belief.

"Tell us what you know Miss Singh!!..Tell us who you sent the information to!!..Tell us now!!" demanded Kraaken. "No..Uhhh...never..Ahhh...tell..Ahhh..you...Ahhh..anything..Uuhhhh" groaned Vicki as she wiggled helplessly in the tank where the water covered her up to her shoulders. The sex-crazed scavenger fish sucking..relentlessly..mercilessly..on her nipples and the inner sides of her thighs. "Even the Ocelot Woman would have been rendered unconscious by the kind of treatment you know experience Miss Singh...the information we have on you states that you have no man in your life...all your sexual energy untapped..give
in to your urges now...You know you want to..and when you do..you will have no choice..but to tell us all that we want to know..." gloated Karen. "Ahhh..Ahhh..Ahhh..Ahhh..Ahhh" groaned Vicki as the scavenger fish continued to ravage her nipples and her inner thighs.
Kraaken and Karen smiled with pleasue as they watched Vicki's resistance crumble with every passing second. "Aahahhhhhhhhh..." moaned Vicki..her body falling limp as a milky white discharge appeared in the water..the direct result of a fish-induced orgasm.

"Now Miss Singh...will you obey?" asked Dr Kraaken. "Yes...Yes...I..must..obey..." capitulated Vicki..her head bowed between her breasts. She was totally exhausted and sexually aroused. "What do you know of our operation?" asked Karen. "Suspected..illegal drilling...recorded all electronic measurements... mapped locations of possible drill sites... record pictures of your drill..." admitted Vicki as the fish continue to assault her on the nipples and between her thighs. "Who else knows about this?" asked the scientist. "Emailed all I gathered...to..my friend...Kim..Parmasar...journalist...at Stabroek News..." confessed Vicki in a sleepy voice.
Karen turned to Kraaken with a look of concern on her face. "I know this woman..she is the top investigative journalist at that newspaper...Herr Wilkins long suspected that she is closely connected to Ocelot Woman..." she said. "Ja...I would be most eager to engage the super fraulein...to get my hands on her big breasts..to capture her..make her become unconscious..." replied Kraaken as he walked over to the control panel.

Flipping the lever...he raised the barely conscious but fully aroused Vicki Singh out of the tank. "She has served her purpose...We no longer have any need for her...We must maintain our schedule and complete our mission before the authorities become aware of what is happening..Dispose of her and see to it that drilling resumes.." said Karen as she walked out of the lab. Dr Kraaken turned a dial on the control panel with his good left hand. This rotated the dangling Vicki Singh over another part of the glass floor. Below this section..there was a water tank containing a huge tiger shark that had been deprived of food for two days. Pressing a sequence of buttons on the control panel..Kraaken opened the glass panel covering the tank containing the shark and slowly lowered Vicki towards it.

"You are beautiful fraulein..a pity that it must end this way..." smirked Kraaken as he glided his right claw hand lightly over the marine biologist's exposed left buttock..causing a small drop of blood to fall into the tank and excite the shark which started circling at the bottom of the tank. Pulling the lever.. Kraaken caused Vicki to fall into the tank. As she disappeared under the water..the hunger-crazed shark swam towards her..slowly opening its massive jaws to strike. At that very moment..a wave from the sonic drill bounced off an undersea rock formation and passed through the tank..hitting both Vicki and the shark. Vicki felt her head spinning and her vision becoming blurry as a strange tingling sensation swept through her entire body and then blackness engulfed her.

24 hours later.
Charity, 10 am.

"I assure you...We are doing all we can to locate Miss Singh..but you must understand how limited our resources are here...something whichI'm sure you're familiar with..having grown up here in this town..." stated Supt Verne Burnett as he looked across his desk..and the neatly stacked files on top of it at Stabroek News journalist Kim Parmasar. The elderly cop took in a good view of Kim..who was dressed in a loose-fitting green cotton shirt..
white shorts and ankle-high black leather boots. Her thick black hair was tied into a pony tail. Burnett could tell that Kim had an incredible body underneath her conservative and somewhat baggy attire. He was wondering what that looked like...until Kim's voice brought him back to the present. "Supt Burnett...I'm not here in my professional capacity..for the moment...Vicki is a close friend of mine...but I'm not so sure that you're doing all you can to find her. Kim's probing statement unnerved the police commander slightly. He tried not to let it show and would have succeeded with any ordinary person. Unknown to him...and besides her journalistic skills...Kim Parmasar was no ordinary person.

"What?...Like I said..." stuttered Burnett as he prepared to recycle his earlier speech. "I don't believe your men are looking in the right area...You should be concentrating your efforts in the waters close to the Venezuelan border...that's where Vicki told me she was going..' replied Kim. "Really?...There's nothing out there but prime fishing grounds...Deo Narine..the businessman..he was recently granted a license by the government to operate out there..."said Burnett. "Have you questioned him about Vicki's disappearance?..It looks like it happened in the area where his fishing trawlers operate..Maybe someone saw her boat.." said Kim. Burnett started to get hot under the collar from Kim's expert questioning. "Mr Narine is an upstanding citizen..he contributes to many social and business activities in town...Now Miss Parmasar..I..I..Uh..have a lot of work to do...We will continue to search for Miss Singh..and that's the only on the record quote you'll get from me..Good day.." said Burnett as he got to his feet to signal that their meeting was over. "Thanks for your time Supt Burnett...I'll be in touch.." replied Kim with a smile as she stood up and walked out of the police station.

"Burnett is hiding something...My Ocelot Nipples could sense it..but I'll need proof...In her email...Vicki planned to meet me at a tavern along the waterfront...that's where I'll go next..Maybe I'll find another piece of the puzzle there..." thought Kim as she waved her right hand to flag down a taxi cab. Frome his office window...Supt Burnett watched Kim as she left and then picked up his phone. "This is Burnett..We got a problem..that big shot reporter bitch...Kim Parmasar's nosing around..Just been here..Questioned me for over an hour.." stated the crooked cop. "Did you disclose anything to her?" asked the male voice on the other end of the line. "Not a chance...There's no way that dumb bitch could get me to spill the beans about..." began Burnett. "Silence!...Do not discuss such matters over an open phone line...Follow your instructions to the letter...Kim Parmasar will be dealt with...in due course..." said the male voice on the other end of the line..moments before the line went dead.

Kim alighted from the taxi as it pulled up in front of the Cove's Inn..a popular tavern for fishermen and other sea-faring folk in Charity. As the intrepid female journalist walked into the smoke-filled bar..some of the men who were inside..briefly turned their heads to admire the movements of her shapely body as she walked past them and seated herself in a booth close to the bar. As she sat there..pondering her next move...images. of Vicki flashed through Kim's mind. She recalled how their friendship started when they were little girls in Charity... days and nights spent on her father's boat at sea...high school...and Vicki was the only person she entrusted her secrets with..when she first gained super powers when she was 16 and assumed the alter-ego of Ocelot Girl. Vicki had been her partner..helping her to find ways to defeat the villains she faced back then. Kim even remembered the chloroform-laced ice-cubes which Vicki used on her breasts when she was Ocelot Girl to knock her out and how she saved them both from a crooked record dealer who wanted to hypnotise her.

However the two best friends had grown apart since Kim graduated from high school and moved away to Georgetown to study at the University of Guyana..and live with her Aunt Parbatie. Kim got a journalist's job at the Stabroek News and eventually became the new Ocelot Woman...succeeding her aunt in both respects. In between writing news stories
..battling several foes who all found creative ways to knock out her Ocelot Breasts and render her unconscious...fending off men who were obssessed with her as Ocelot Woman and finally finding true love with Johnny Chan..Kim had lost touch with Vicki. She knew Vicki had become one of the top marine biologists in Guyana..but had no idea what was going on in her best friend's life. As all of these thoughts swirled around in Kim's mind..she suddenly felt her nipples become aroused under her shirt.

"Oh..My Ocelot Nipples..tingling...danger.." thought Kim as she looked for a way to get away from prying eyes to change into her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. As she was getting up..the pot-bellied bartender approached her..holding a brown leather dossier in his hands.
"Been waiting for you...A friend wanted you to have this..she said it was important.." he said as he laid the dossier on the table in front of Kim..turned and walked back to the bar to serve two fishermen who just entered the bar. Opening the dossier...Kim reached inside of the leather binder and pulled out a note. She recognised the handwriting immediately. "Not safe to meet here...there's a boat docked at Pier 16 that will take you out to meet me..come alone....Urgent Vicki" read Kim. The lady journalist glanced around the smokey interior of the bar..trying to see if there was anyone inside who might have aroused her Ocelot Nipples in the usual way which alerted her to the presence of evil or danger. Nobody in the bar fit that description.

Getting to her feet..Kim Parmasar walked out of the bar and on to the waterfront..in the directions outlined in the dossier by "Vicki". "Something about this dossier doesn't seem genuine...it's a duplication of the email which Vicki sent me...and something about the note..
it looks like Vicki's handwriting...I'd know it anywhere but...the wording...the context in which its been framed...it's out of character for her..." thought Kim as she walked along the waterfront towards Pier 16. Suddenly Kim felt her nipples harden under her shirt once again as she drew closer to the seemingly deserted pier...which she discovered was located in a remote section on the compound of the Narine fish processing plant. The lady journalist quickly ducked behind a boat shed located just outside of the chain link fence which separated it from the rest of the wharf..and the other fishing boats which docked there.

"My Ocelot Nipples are tingling..warning me of danger...this dossier which the bartender gave me...the note from 'Vicki'...it's obviously all part of some kind of elaborate plan to trap me as Kim Parmasar...whoever's got Vicki wants to learn what I've found out about their scheme...Well...They're in for a surprise!" resolved Kim as she started to spin on a single spot. Her clothing and her body were enveloped in a golden light as she hurriedly began her amazing transformation. As her baggy shirt disappeared.. a soft sigh of pleasure escaped from Kim's lips as a flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her
curvaceously, muscular body which was normally hidden under her baggy and conservative clothing. Her large brown breasts were increased by several inches... becoming largely firm and barely protected by the thin fabric. As it worked down her body, the leotard formed a thin sliver in between her large, muscular thighs...exposing a few wisps of black pubic hair.
Her feet were bare save for an erotic golden anklet, just tied above her left ankle. Her trademark golden belt and lasso and twirled themselves magically around her small, curvy waist. Kim's black hair loosened..becoming long and glossy as it cascaded on to her broad and virtually naked shoulders.



Gold bracelets snapped onto her wrists and Kim closed her eyes.. letting an ocelot pelt mask caress her face, concealing her identity. "Vicki needs the help of Ocelot Woman! thought the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she checked her skimpy attire to make sure that everything was in place before she went into action. A pair of thugs armed with blackjacks were waiting behind some cargo bales leading towards a fishing trawler that was berthed at Pier 16. "The boss' orders are to capture the reporter bitch and take her out to sea..." said one thug as he clenched his blackjack in his right hand. "Don't know why the boss is so pissed about this...What trouble could one broad give?" grinned the second thug. As if in answer to his question... Ocelot Woman landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet beside them..the wooden boards of the jetty creaking slightly under the weight of her curvaceous and muscular brown body. The duo were were momentarily surprised as they were caught off guard by the arrival of beautiful and buxom Ocelot Woman. They could not help but stare at her incredible body..especially her large brown breasts which were accentuated by her flimsy and translucent attire..and the thick swirls of black pubic hair visible along the fringes of the thin sliver of ocelot pelt between her large thighs.



"Hello gentlemen..Kim Parmasar sends her regrets...will I suffice?!" quipped the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman as she assumed a fighting stance..raising her arms and spreading her legs slightly apart. Shaken out of their stupor.. the thugs raised their blackjack and charged towards the buxom Guyanese Amazon.



Swiveling her shapely body..Kim easily dodged the clumsy blackjack strike of the first thug which went well wide of her head..posing no threat to her at all. "You are such an amateur!" laughed Ocelot Woman as she easily dodged his weapon. Spinning around... she flattened the palm of her right hand and sent it hard against the back of his neck. The thug groaned as he fell face down on the jetty..stunned by the force of the blow. The second thug thought he'd have more luck in knocking out the beauteous Guyanese superwoman..with her back turned to him. That thought was quickly dispelled as Ocelot Woman spun around and drove the ball of her erotic left foot hard into his gut..knocking the wind out of his sails. As he fell gasping for air and writhing in pain at the feet of the buxom heroine...a group of six thugs who businessman Deo Narine employed on his plant came running along the pier. "You're trespassin on private property bitch!..Mr Narine don't like trespassers on his property!" yelled the thug as he brandished a gleaming cutlass.



"You must be the welcoming committee!" quipped Kim as she charged towards them. Her
big breasts sensuously bobbing under the flimsy ocelot pelt leotard..her long mane of glossy black hair flailing in the breeze as she advanced towards her musclebound enemies along the wooden pier. Raising her slender muscled arms...Ocelot Woman used her gold bracelets to parry the wild swings of the cutlass-wielding thug. "Too slow friend!..You'll have to be faster than that to defeat the Ocelot Woman!" said the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she countered by driving the ball of her erotic left foot hard into his groin. As the thug howled in pain and slumped to the pier...Kim leapt over his falling form..and delivered the ball of her erotic right foot hard into the jaw of another thug. Dodging the wooden club of another thug..Ocelot Woman startled him by chopping it into pieces with her left hand as he tried to hit her with it again. He was still shocked by that and left himself open for the gorgeous Superwoman of Guyana to send him crashing into a pile of wooden crates with a right fist to his jaw.

Raising her slender, muscled arms above her head...Ocelot Woman somersaulted towards the remaining three thugs who had beaten a retreat towards the berthed fishing trawler. Breaking out of her somersault..the buxom heroine drove the balls of her erotic feet hard into the chest of one thug as he tried to stop her. The force of impact sent him hurtling into the water. The second thug lunged at Ocelot Woman with a knife..aiming for her broad chest. Kim kicked the knife out of his left hand with her right foot and then knocked him flat on the jetty with her left foot. "You boys are going to have a lot of explaining to do to the police when you wake up!" quipped the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she kayoed the last thug with a left hand karate chop to his throat. Unknown to the beauteous Superwoman of Guyana..these thugs had been ordered to retreat to the fishing trawler in the event of an emergency..which she clearly fit the bill as.

Suddenly Kim's nipples tingled.. underneath her flimsy ocelot pelt leotard warning her of a new threat. However before she could act...a steel mesh net..which was used for catching fish that inhabited the deepest depths of the ocean... fell from a hook on the trawler..
covering her curvaceous and muscular body. "Unnhhhh!!!" said the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman as its sheer weight on her broad shoulders caused her to fall flat on her back on the wooden jetty. "Ohhh!!..I have been caught in a trap!!..but it will take more than a mere fishing net to capture me!..My Ocelot Strength will get me out of this.." cried Ocelot Woman with confidence as her smooth muscular arms and long muscular legs flailed furiously as she strained to break the net which was very strong. However as she struggled..Kim's body became increasingly entangled in the net..its fibres rubbing against every inch of her curvaceous and muscular form...which caused an inconvenient truth to become clear to the buxom heroine.

"Uuhuuuhhh...net..feels..sticky...brushing against..my Ocelot Breasts...making contact..with my Ocelot Nipples...my costume...offers them..no protection...they are..getting..so..so..so...
..so..hhh...hhh..hhh..aa..aa..aa..rrr..ddd...the net's fibres..coated... some kind..of..muscle relaxant...Ocelot Nipples...are..being..drugged.. as the net rubs against them..making my Ocelot Breasts..feel...so..weak...that makes me..become..sleepy...so..very sleepy..." moaned the sexy Guyanese Amazon as her struggles slowly ceased. Her fingers clutched at the drug-laced fibres of the steel net as her slender muscled arms fell limp past her head which was pillowed by her long mane of glossy black hair. Her right leg was at full stretch below her small curvy waist while her left leg was pulled close into her body..the sole of her erotic left foot flat on the wooden jetty.

Kim's brown eyes fluttered in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask as the net's fibres..some of which had become entangled around her hardened puffy black nipples and areolas..which had become exposed as she struggled as her thin translucent ocelot pelt leotard had been shifted out of place..exposing her broad chest..which rose and fell slowly..in full view of a brawny white man who walked down the gangplank of the fishing trawler towards her. Reaching under his jacket..he pulled out a dark brown bottle and a thick wad of cotton..
slowly soaking the cotton with a sweet, sickly smelling clear liquid which the sexy Guyanese Amazon was all too familiar with.



"Uhuuhh..We meet again...You...remember..my Ocelot Breasts..my only weakness...designed this trap..to capture me...so net..brushing against my Ocelot Breasts..my Ocelot Nipples...making me..feel..so..weak..sleepy..." complained Kim in a sleepy voice as the man knelt down beside her and cut off her heroine rhetoric by clamping the cotton pad firmly over her nose and mouth. "Mmmm!!!...Mmmm!!!...Mmmm!!!" said the sexy Guyanese Amazon into the thick fibres of the cotton pad..powerless to do anything except inhale the copious amount of chloroform which had been soaked into it. The brute holding the cotton pad over the heroine's face with his left hand...used his free right hand to fondle her puffy black nipples and areolas which were hard and erect..entwined in the drug-laced steel mesh net.



"Nhhh!!!..Nnnhhhh!!!..Nnnhhhhh!!!" protested Ocelot Woman into the pad..her brown eyes becoming heavier with sleep in the slits of her mask..as she felt the coarse fingers of the Neo Nazi brute she knew as Reinahard..as they tickled her famous nipples and areolas into erotic submission..giving her no choice but to inhale more and more of her favorite sleep drug into her increasingly chloroform saturated lungs. "Nnuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." cooed the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman into the thick cotton pad as her resistance finally crumbled. "Ja fraulein...Your big breasts...no match fo man's touch..and drugs...go to sleep..sleep.." commanded Reinhard and watched as Ocelot Woman willingly complied with that order. Her brown eyes slowly closing in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask that stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face..her left leg relaxing below her small curvy waist..stretching alongside her right leg..as unconsciousness swept over her.



To be continued.