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| Author: | BC [ Mon May 24, 2010 7:13 am ] |
| Post subject: | New Ocelot Woman and Ocelot Girl in Sleepy Slaves of Babylon |
Note: Email me at brad-chung89@hotmail.com. To Phill Cooper and others who email me.. I lost your email addresses when my old email site bradchung89@hotmail.com was shut down without warning. email me again at my new address to keep in touch Brad Chung New Ocelot Woman and Ocelot Girl in Sleepy Slaves of Babylon Part 2. New Amsterdam High School. 11.30 am As a special steam laced with chloroform and a potent aphrodesiac dissipated in the shower of the girls locker room...a pair of masked men stood over the motionless form of a naked teenage girl they had surprised when she came to take a shower..not knowing that a trap had been set for her. They watched her as she lay helpless and unconscious before them. Her arms limp at her sides..her shapely legs spread wide open..exposing the patch of brown pubic hair between her thighs..the round mounds of her broad chest rising and falling slowly as she slept. Her puffy brown nipples were hard and gleamed with a hazy lustre. For her part..American teenager Britney Sanderson..had just completed swimming practice laps ahead of a major swimming competition at the school the following day..and had gone to take a shower. Distracted by thoughts about her friend and fellow student David Lee..Britney was dazed instantly by the strange steam which surrounded her as she turned on the shower. She was aroused and then lulled into unconsciousness by the two masked men as they rubbed a strange green gel all over her breasts and then her clit. Though she was secretly the crime fighter known as OCELOT GIRL...Britney was unable to get away in time to change into her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. Removing their masks..the men who captured Britney..revealed themselves to be Rastafarians by their bound dreadlocks atop their heads. "De girl was a tough one..What she mean by changin?" asked one Rasta as he watched Britney's naked chest. "It don't matter..de Master waiting on us...We take de girl to him..." replied the second Rasta. Britney's mouth was gagged by duct tape. Her wrists were bound together in front of her flat abdomen..her ankles also bound together with duct tape. Placing the unconscious teenage girl in a large garbage bag...the two Rastas walked out of the girls shower..with their captive. The only person who could have raised an alarm..lay unconscious behind some benches near the pool. David Lee had been chloroformed to sleep by another Rasta who intervened as he heard Britney's cry for help and was rushing to help her. This Rasta now sat behind the wheel of a van..and waited as his two partners arrived with the captured Britney Sanderson who was dumped in the back of the van which drove off of the school compound without anyone suspecting a thing. Hyatt Regency Hotel, Georgetown. Noon Seated amongst the newspaper, television and radio journalists in the ballroom of the hotel.. Kim Parmasar...the 20 year old lead investigative journalist with the Stabroek News newspaper..felt her nipples tingle ever so slightly under her baggy white shirt and she knew the reason for it was not the air-condition in the ballroom where the press conference was taking place. Kim knew this feeling to know that her super-powered nipples had detected..albeit briefly...evil vibrations which told her that criminal forces were once again at work and it might warrant her changing into the buxom masked champion of justice known and celebrated throughout Guyana as OCELOT WOMAN. However for the time being..with her fellow journalists certain to have their suspicions aroused if she were to suddenly leave the news conference..Kim had to suppress that feeling...as she took note of the statements being made by the persons seated at a long table facing the media. Dressed in dapper business suits..they were all Rastafarians who were members of a Miami-based business group known throughout the Caribbean as the Freeman Foundation. Their spokesman was their attorney..a man named Vincent Vine. Kim knew from the records at Stabroek News that he was the son of one of Guyana's most prominent scientists...Doctor Victor Vine...who made headlines for all the wrong reasons. She remembered a story written back in the 1970's by her boss Bruce Kandivas when he was a reporter about Victor Vine keeping people hostage at his private farm to experiment with some strange plants which he had developed...under the pretext of increasing the country's food supply. Kim remembered how Kandivas helped the legendary Rohanna..Girl of the Guianas to expose Doctor Vine's real agenda to create mutant plants that turned people into mindless slaves. Vine was imprisoned for his crimes and died in prision. As Kim listened to Vincent Vine speak...she heard him announce that the Freeman Foundation had successfully..with his help..negotiated the lease of 4,000 acres of jungle land near Port Kaituma in northwest from the Guyanese government to build a large farm which would be used to grow plants which could be used to develop pharmaceutical products. Kim took careful notes of what Vine said but allowed her media colleagues to ask all the questions. A fact which was observed by her boyfriend..ace Stabroek News photographer Johnny Chan as he took pictures. He knew Kim well enough to know she suspected something was not right but decided he would talk to her about later. Apartment of Kim Parmasar and Johnny Chan. 7 pm. Johnny walked out of the kitchen with two cups of tea..one in each of his hands..and walked towards the living room sofa where Kim was busy typing on her laptop. She was dressed only in a large white t-shirt which reached down to her knees..her black tresses hanging loose on her shoulders. "Thanks honey..You always know what I need when I need it.." said Kim with a smile as she stopped typing and accepted the cup from her boyfriend. "And when something's on your mind...What's going on Kim?...at the press conference you seemed a little distracted.." said Johnny as he sat down next to her on the sofa. Yes...It's many things..I felt my Ocelot Nipples tingling at the news conference..as if detecting some kind of evil taking place..but I couldn't get away without arousing someone suspicion that I'm Ocelot Woman..." replied Kim. "All I can say is..like father..like son..that proposal for the Freeman Foundation to run a private farm near Port Kaituma.." remarked Johnny. "You're on the right track Johnny..but there's more to Vincent Vine than meets the eye...his law firm received a lot of briefs from Wilkins Enterprises..." said Kim as she directed Johnny's attention to some information on the screen of her laptop. "Wilkins?!.. as in Bill Wilkins?" asked Johnny in reference to the long deceased business magnate and neo Nazi who had been one of Kim's arch enemies as Ocelot Woman. "The one and only...who came up with so many ways to make my Ocelot Breasts sleepy and knock me unconscious...seems like this particular lease for the Freeman Foundation was something the late Mr Wilkins was working on but never completed after I brought down his criminal empire..." replied Kim. "So what do we do about Vine and his Rastafarian clients?" asked Johnny. "Nothing for now...Vine hasn't broken any laws..but Mr Kandivas agrees with me that we keep an eye on what Vincent Vine and the Freeman Foundation are up to.." said Kim. Sanderson home, New Amsterdam. 8 pm. "I'm sorry Mr Sanderson...Mrs Sanderson....I feel like such a failure..I wish I could have done more..." said teenager David Lee as he spoke to James and Brenda Sanderson in the living room of their home. The teenager worked as a free lance camera man at a Guyana News Network (GNN) television station in New Amsterdam which James managed."Don't worry about it David...You tried..but the fiends who kidnapped Britney knew what they were doing..They were professionals..." said James as he placed a reassuring hand on the boy's left shoulder. "Do you remember anything else that happened David?" asked Brenda, hoping there was some clue which could help them to locate Britney. "It's all a blur...somebody grabbed me from behind when I heard Britney calling for help...as I passed out..I vaguely remember catching a whiff of something..like marijuana..and talk..about..Babylon.." replied David. "We have 48 hours before the police formally issue a missing persons bulletin on Britney..that doesn't give us a lot of time to find her on our own" said James who was worried about his daughter's safety. "James..I think you should take David home...his grandparents might get worried..." suggested Brenda. "All right sweetheart..I'll also need to stop at the station..see if any leads on Britney turn up.." said James. "I'll be all right here alone..We need to do everything we can to find Britney and bring her home.." replied Brenda. Waiting until after she heard the sound of James' car fade away into the distance..Brenda Sanderson sprang into action. "James is right..but he doesn't know that our daughter is Ocelot Girl..which means whoever kidnapped her..must have drugged Britney in her breasts to make her docile enough..so she wouldn't change..." said Brenda. "To find Britney...I'll have to inquire from someone who has intimate knowledge of the kind of fiend that's likely to have kidnapped her...but not as nurse Brenda Sanderson..." she added. Reaching into her purse..Brenda pulled out a silver ring. She removed her wedding ring from her left middle finger and slipped the silver ring on in its place. Brenda Sanderson was instantly engulfed in an aura of light. When it faded..she had grown from five to seven feet tall..Her white skin had turned golden tan..and she now had a curvaceous body that was a cross between that of a supermodel and an Olympic athlete. Her arms were smooth and muscular as were her long legs. Her abdomen was flat and toned...while her breasts had swelled in size..becoming large and firm. Brenda's short brown hair had turned flame red and lengthened from the top of her head..to the centre of her exposed back. Her dress was gone..replaced by a thin, translucent, sleeveless brown leotard which a huge v-slit that barely covered her enlarged bust..revealed her arms and legs..narrowing into a thin sliver between her huge thighs. She wore gold bracelets bearing the insignia of a striding cat on her wrists..matching anklets just above her neatly pedicured, sexy bare feet..and a thin golden belt around her curvy waist with a buckle shaped in the same feline fashion. A thin , pointy-tipped brown mask that stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face. It concealed her identity..revealing only the lower part of her nose and all of her cherry red lips...behind that of WILDCAT WOMAN. "Now to find out where my daughter is.." resolved the buxom redhead as she sauntered out of her family's house. Focusing her mind...Wildcat Woman made a sleek red sportscar appear before her. Jumping into her Wildcat Car..she started the engine and sped off towards the nearby town. Her journey took less than five minutes..as she arrived at the home of criminologist...Professor Alfred Von Braeden..who was a visiting professor at the University of Guyana. Leaving her car parked in the alley behind Von Braeden's..Wildcat Woman walked up to the front of the house..and knocked on the front door. Von Braeden.. a short, stocky balding man..answered the door himself and was startled by the sight of the shapely masked woman standing before him. "Professor Von Braeden..My name is Wildcat Woman..You must have seen pictures of me in the press...I've come to seek you expert advice on a very important matter.." said Brenda as she assumed a heroic pose in front of the academic. Her hands resting on her shapely hips.. her long legs slightly apart and her ample bust pushed forward. "Of course my dear lady.. Come in.." said Von Braeden as he opened the door to let Wildcat Woman enter. The professor could not help observe the way her big breasts bobbed and swayed as she walked..as well as her well-rounded ass. "Exactly how can I be of assistance?" asked Von Braeden as they entered his living room where classical opera music was playing on the radio. "A young girl was kidnapped from the local high school today..I have reason to believe it's the work of white slavers...I know these types of crimes are you specialty...and I'd like you to help me find this girl.." said Wildcat Woman..doing her best to ensure that the professor did not realise that she was speaking about her own daughter. "Heinous individuals these white slavers...I have a manuscript about them..on my desk...You are free to use the information it contains..." offered Von Braeden. "Thanks Professor..I'm sure it will be most helpful.." replied Wildcat Woman as she walked over to the desk where the leather bound manuscript lay. The busty redhead opened the manuscript eager to read its contents..hoping they would help her to locate her daughter Britney. Distracted by her concern for Britney...Brenda lowered her guard in the presence of the seemingly harmless and boring criminologist as she opened the manuscript. As the busty heroine did so..a cloud of white powder exploded in her face..bathing her broad chest in a matter of second. "Ohhhhh...What's happening?...All of a sudden...my Wildcat Breasts..the powder...arousing my nipples...getting...dizzy...feeling..so..tired...I..can't resist..." confessed Brenda as she staggered backwards from the desk. "Precisely as I anticipated dear lady.." sneered Professor Von Braeden as Wildcat Woman literally fell into his arms. Wrapping his left arm around her flat abdomen...the professor shoved his right hand under her skimpy leotard...dabbing the summits of her chest's twin mounds with a damp white cotton pad. "Uunnnn...My Wildcat Breasts..feel heavier than lead...Wildcat Nipples..becoming so hard...I ..I can't keep thoughts..of sex.. with my husband out of my head...My super powers..fading.. you're putting me to sleep...why...why..?" moaned Brenda as she fell limp in the arms of the crooked criminologist. "The Freeman Foundation pays me very well for my consultancy services...I though I was expecting the Ocelot Woman to intervene...you shall do quite nicely for my purposes..." grinned Von Braeden as he dabbed his pad..soaked with a mixture of the same chloroform and aphrodesiac which had captured her daughter Britney .. over the big breasts of her mother..Wildcat Woman.. slowly sapping the consciousness from her. "Uunnnnnnn...." replied Wildcat Woman as she agreed with Von Braeden and conceded defeat. He released his hold on her..allowing the voluptuous vigilante to collapse to the living room floor..flat on her back..her arms and legs spread wide apart. He watched Brenda's blue eyes flutter..once..twice..and then close as she faded into unconsciousness. Picking up the telephone in his living room..Von Braeden dialed a number he knew by heart. "Yes..it's me...we had a problem..I've taken it...prepare the girl..she must be ready to serve Babylon.." he stated to be continued. |
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| Author: | BC [ Mon May 24, 2010 7:17 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: New Ocelot Woman and Ocelot Girl in Sleepy Slaves of Babylon |
Note this is part 2 of Sleepy Slaves. Part 3 to come soon |
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