New Ocelot Woman in Prey of the Hunter

London, England.
Noon

Baron Ian Evermore considered himelf to be the greatest hunter in the world. Descended from a long line of hunters, the 65-year old British aristocrat and business magnate, was driven solely by a desire to test his hunting skills against harder and harder prey. As he looked out of the window of his penthouse apartment overlooking the River Thames...Evermore was already contemplating his next prey. However the prey which the Baron was seeking was not the claw and hoof variety of animals..some of whose heads decorated the mantle of his fireplace. Baron Evermore..the greatest challenge was pitting his hunting skills against creatures of the two-legged kind..that were as liable to kill him as he would kill them.

Turning away from his window...the Baron walked back into his den and closed the door behind him as he made a long distance call. "Was the Costa Rican acquisition successful?" he asked. "Yes sir...We captured the item you wanted without too much difficulty...She took the bait just as you anticipated she would..She's being conditioned as you ordered" replied a man's voice on the other end of the line. "Excellent...My plan is proceeding according to schedule...Contact the General..ensure that all the arrangements are in place at the reserve...Time to set the second phase in motion.." replied Evermore as he terminated the call.

Using a remote control on his desk...Evermore switched on the large plasma screen television in his study and replayed a film which he had been studying intensely for the last two weeks. Images of an East Indian woman in her early 20's soon appeared on the screen. Her sole item of clothing were a flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard.. barely covering her tanned body which was described as simultaneously curvaceous and muscular. Her identity was concealed behind an ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face. She wore gold bracelets on her wrists, a golden belt and lasso around her curvy waist and a gold anklet inches above her left ankle.

The reports he received claimed she had superhuman speed and the strength of 20 men. It was rumoured that she travelled from place to place in a strange jet aircraft which had an unknown power source. Baron Evermore leaned back in his chair..watching every muscle in her incredible body accentuating as he viewed footage of the masked woman battling male opponents who were armed and unarmed. Her long mane of glossy black hair flailing in the wind..her large firm breasts threatening to burst out of her flimsy attire at any moment.
"Soon...very soon...We shall meet...and I will capture you and add you to my collection of trophies..." vowed the Baron as he continued to watch the film footage of..OCELOT WOMAN..the beauteous champion of justice of Guyana..in action.

Two weeks later
Georgetown, Guyana.
Stabroek News offices. 2 pm.

Kim Parmasar was the picture of concentration as she sat at her desk in a corner of the newsroom..busily typing a story on her computer. Only a couple hours ago..Kim and her partner/boyfriend photographer Johnny Chan had returned from a news conference at the Guyana Hilton Hotel. Duke of Longhampton...British aristocrat and businessman.. Lord Michael Havenloft..had just announced that his conglomerate Havenloft Enterprises would be taking over operations at a pharmaceuticals company in New Amsterdam..Guyana's second largest city..from Evermore Inc..which was owned by his longstanding corporate rival Ian Evermore.

Dressed in a conservative..somewhat baggy white dress covered partially by a black jacket.. her black hair tied neatly into a bun...the 20-year old investigative journalist..meticulously typed up her story. Her brown eyes scanned every single line..making sure she had all the facts straight. No one...except Johnny..knew that Kim paid careful attention to details whether she was writing a story for the Stabroek News or fighting crime as her sexy alter-ego...Ocelot Woman. Just as Johnny alone was aware that Kim dressed the way she did so as not to make anyone suspect that she was secretly the sexy Guyanese Amazon. Kim felt her super-powered Ocelot Nipples tingle ever so slightly under her dress. She looked up and smiled at Johnny as he approached her.

"Hey babe..I got the pics from the news conference.." said Johnny as he planted a quick kiss on Kim's lips before sitting down in the chair next to her desk..as she looked through the photos. "Very impressive as always honey..." replied Kim as she studied the photos of Lord Havenloft and his 19 year old daughter Leah..who attended the news conference with him. She was an attractive young woman..with a shapely figure..waving red hair and green eyes behind stylish designer glasses. "So what's the deal with Havenloft and GuyPharm's former owner...this Baron Evermore dude...?" asked Johnny as Kim selected the photos she wanted and continued typing.

"You could say its a rivalry that goes back a long time...My research shows that they've been rivals since they were boys..Apart from their royal backgrounds..Havenloft and Evermore have had more than their fair share of corporate battles over the years..Havenloft won most of them..." said Kim. "Well..GuyPharm should do better under Havenloft..its losses under Evermore Inc were unbelievable...you'd almost swear it was deliberate..." said Johnny. "I wouldn't be too hasty to pass judgement on Evermore Johnny...He's also has a longstanding reputation as a big game hunter of sorts..several wildlife magazines have noted his exploits in the jungles of Africa and the Far East.." replied Kim.

"Then I guess the the game reserve he's talking with the Suriname government should take up most of his time..." said Johnny. It was a known fact that Evermore had been speaking with the head of the military junta running the government of the neighbouring South American country..General Quesi Wouterese..about establishing a nature reserve near Apoera..located east of the Suriname-Guyana border. Relations between Guyana and Suriname had been strained since Wouterese took power in a coup nearly a year ago.

"Speaking of time...I'm finished...Now how about taking a girl to dinner?" quipped Kim with a smile as she emailed her story to her boss..Editor-in-Chief Bruce Kandivas who was waiting for it in his office. "Your wish is my command my lady.." replied Johnny with a bow as he eased Kim's chair out..so she could stand up. Picking up her purse..Kim walked side by side with Johnny towards the elevator that would take them down to the street below
to get a taxi. As Kim and Johnny climbed into one of the trademark black taxi cabs in Guyana's major urban centres..they had no idea that they were being watched.

Two white men..wearing suits and trenchcoats..seated in a rented Buick.. watched the duo depart the Stabroek News building. They were particularly interested in Johnny Chan. "The Baron says this guy's the one who takes all the photos of the Ocelot Woman.." said one man as he pulled out a photo of Johnny from a brown envelope. "Means he could have a special connection to her..Maybe her friend..." remarked the second man who sat behind the wheel of the car. "Let's get back to the hotel..and report in..the Baron wants everything to run like clockwork.." replied the first man.

24 hours later.
Guyana Hilton, Georgetown. 4 pm.

Dressed in a strapless white halter top..blue jeans and open toe high heels..Leah Havenloft walked through the lobby of the hotel. While her father was busy in negotiations with shareholders for acquisition of the pharmaceuticals company..the young heiress thought she would do some sightseeing in Guyana's capital city. The sound of her high heel shoes echoed off the concrete pavement as Leah exited the hotel. Adjusting the straps of her handbag on her left shoulder...Leah raised her right hand to hail a taxi cab. On cue one of the black cars pulled up in front of her.

"Where to Miss?" asked the Negro driver. "Stabroek Market..please..." replied Leah with a smile as she climbed into the rear of the cab. The driver nodded and the cab pulled away from the hotel..making its way through the streets of Georgetown. The young heiress settled comfortably into the back seat of the cab..watching the sights of the city as the taxi drove through the streets of Georgetown. "I don't get to see this part of the world often.." thought Leah as she reflected on her law studies at Oxford University, social engagements and her new found responsibilities.

However after driving around for half an hour...Leah checked the map she picked up in the Hilton's lobby and realised that the taxi was going in a different direction to the way she wanted to go. "Excuse me driver..I think you took a wrong turn..." said Leah. The driver did not reply through the plastic partition which separated them. Suddenly..the back doors of the cab locked..and smoke started to fill the rear of the cab at a rapid rate. "Driver!.. I think the cab's on fire!...Stop.." coughed Leah as she pounded on the plastic partition separating them. The driver made no reply as the smoke filling the back of the cab got thicker and thicker.

Leah grabbed at the door handles which refused to budge and pounded the glass windows in futility as she tried to get fresh air into the back of the taxi to remove the smoke. However...
much to Leah's dismay..she realised far too late..what was really happening. "Oohhh...Driver
..the smoke...feel..strange..my nipples...tingling..getting..hard..I..I'm being drugged...this is...a trap...sooo...weak..." gasped Leah. Her arms and legs went limp. Her head swayed listlessly from side to side. Her green eyes became increasingly dull..her eyelids heavier by the second.

"Uhhhhh...taken..completely..by surprise...smoke..making..my..nipples...hard...feeling..
wet..in my crotch...thoughts of sleep...sex...too strong...so aroused...so tired...no chance..
..to change..into..into...Where..are you..taking me...What..will..happen..to..meeeee..." groaned Leah Havenloft as her green eyes rolled up in her head behind her designer glasses. The flame-haired heiress' shapely body slid down the leather seat in the back of the smoke-filled cab..her right arm dangled to the floor.

"My breasts...feel so heavy...Can't..can't move...have to..close my eyes...go..to..sleep..." gasped Leah as she slowly succumbed to the effects of the smoke. "I..I...I..I..I'm..losing consciousness.." confessed Leah..blacking out..before she could pull out her special tiara from her handbag and change into..BRITANNIA. The cab continued along its way..bearing its unconscious passenger to its intended destination.

To be continued.

Seems like the beginning of a crossover? Excellent story as always BC, sorry I couldn't get my continuation of Ocelot Girl in on time.

Thanks for the post. This story is going to feature some heroine guest appearances. I'd like to see what you had in mind for Ocelot Girl