New Ocelot Woman and Ocelot Girl in Sleepy Slaves of Babylon Part 4

Port Kaituma, northwest Guyana. 11 pm.

American teenager Britney Sanderson lay drugged and helpless atop a table at a secluded farm run by an organisation known as the Freeman Foundation. Under the guise of non-profit organisation that was supposedly growing plants to develop pharmaceutical products..the Foundation was actually a secret society of Rastafarians who were aiming to produce a new and enhanced strain of marijuana to export throughout the Americas. With the help of a local, corrupt attorney named Vincent Vine..they had purchased over 4,000 acres of land which was formerly owned by businesses that belonged to deceased business magnate Bill Wilkins who was secretly the head of a Neo Nazi criminal cartel in Guyana.

The Foundation's chairman..white Rasta man who called himself Dread Master now interrogated the helpless girl who had been kidnapped from the showed of her high school in New Amsterdam 24 hours earlier.

Britney was still as naked as she was when she was ambushed in the shower and knocked out when a special, sleepy shower gel was rubbed on her breasts. She was bound by vines from mutated marijuana plants. Cones from the plants covered her breasts and vagina..pumping potent marijuana spores on to her nipples and into her super sensitive slit..keeping her weak, sleepy, aroused and totally subservient to the will of her captors. "My people ave been kidnappin girls from all over Guyana..for ah mission...but all fail..till we find yuh...Yuh fight de drug long time...all de others surrender fast...Yuh must tell me..yuh secret."

"Ooohhhh..nipples..drugged..soo..hhh..aaa..rddd...drugged me..in my crotch..too..
can't stop..thinking..of sex..and..Ahhh..sleep..too sleepy to think..must tell all..I..I..am..secretly...Ocelot..Girl..." confessed the sleepy and sexually aroused teenage girl..unaware of what she was doing. "How do we keep yuh under we contol?" asked Dread Master. "I..I'm already your slave...even if I change to Ocelot Girl..once you keep my breasts drugged..with marijuana..I can't do anything..to resist you...Dread..Master..." confessed Britney. "Good sleepy girl...for I ave a mission for yuh...a scientist name Victor Vine..him hide an ancient scroll..in a hidden cave..not far from ere...it contain..a secret formula...which can make we ganja all powerful...but de cave ave hidden danger...legend ave it that only young girls..worthy to the task..can get de scroll...I want you to get it for me.." ordered Dread Master.

"Yes Dread Master...I will get the scroll..I'm your slave.." replied Britney in a sleepy voice as the cones covering her breasts and vagina were removed. However the vines binding her wrists and ankles remained in place. The villain stood over the helpless girl as one of his minions handed him an aerosol spray gun. Pulling the trigger..Dread Master sprayed a fine mist over evey inch of Britney's shapely naked body. He paid special attention to her well-rounded breasts and the patch of brown pubic hair between her thighs. "Ooohhhhh...getting weak...Ahhhhh...more of that..Ahhh....chloroform..and...Ahhhhh...aphrodesiac...Uunnnhhhh
I'm so tired.....passing out..can't think..my mind..is going blank..." cooed Britney as she slowly succumbed to unconsciousness.

"Sleep Britnee Sarndeson..when yuh wake up..yuh will be Ocelot Girl..an a slave of Babylon.." gloated Dread Master. "Yes...going to sleep..change to Ocelot Girl...will be slave..of Babylon..." sighed Britney as her blue eyes rolled up in her head and darkness swept over her. The last thing the teenage girl heard was the laughter of the dreadlocked villain..and the last thing she remembered as she fell under the influence of potent marijuana drug...becoming a slave to the will of the Dread Master and the Freeman Foundation.

24 hours later
Georgetown. 10 am.

Seated at her desk in the news room of the Stabroek News newspaper...Kim Parmasar read a particular article in the morning paper with more than passing interest. It was about the disappearance of student Britney Sanderson from New Amsterdam High School..on the day before she was supposed to participate in a major swimming competition. Kim was interested in this story for several reasons. Chief among them were the fact that it fit the profile of other young female high school students who disappeared before swim meets, Britney had not returned unlike the other girls ..all of whom had no memory about what happened. Most important to Kim was that Britney was secretly her young protege..
Ocelot Girl.

After making some phone calls to check with her various sources...Kim's suspicions about Britney being kidnapped for some sinister purpose were reinforced. "All of the swimming competitions...where each of the girls disappeared from...the Freeman Foundation was one of the main sponsors...through its attorney...Vincent Vine...that would give them the perfect opportunity to arrange for those girls to be abducted...clearly they didn't suit their purposes..which is why they were released without any memory of what happened to them..
but if they find out that Britney is Ocelot Girl...there's no telling what they could do to her..even hypnotise her into carrying out criminal acts...I must find out where they've taken her..." resolved Kim. With her boyfriend Johnny Chan elsewhere on assignment for the newspaper...Kim resolved to change into Ocelot Woman and go to New Amsterdam to find out where her junior crime-fighting partner had been taken.

New Amsterdam.Noon

David Lee's eyes were glued to the monitor screen in front of him as he sat in front of a computer in a special room in the New Amsterdam High School building which was used to put together the school's newspaper...of which he happened to be editor. Standing next to him was fellow student Tina Carver. The reason they were there was out of concern for their missing friend Britney Sanderson. "We've been at this nearly every free period we have David...and we're still no closer to finding out what happened to Britney..." said Tina with concern in her voice.

"Don't lose hope Tina...There must be something that'll help us find out where she is..." said David as he hacked into the school's closed circuit television system..trying to locate the footage taken on the cameras in the vicinity of the pool on the day Britney was kidnapped. However silently..David was also starting to become discouraged. None of the cameras had recorded anyone suspicious entering or leaving the girls' shower room..the last place he had remembered seeing Britney.

The teenage boy replayed those events in his mind. David could hear Britney calling for help..he remembered running to help her..being grabbed from behind..something covering his face and then..nothing. "Oh...if only we knew how to contact Ocelot Girl...She'd be able to help us...just like when those Amerindians attacked us in the jungle when we were visiting my dad at his gold mining camp..." said Tina. "Don't worry Tina..I'm sure she's already looking into Britney's disappearance.." replied David.

However he silently had reservations about that too. As best as he could recall on that occasion..the Teen Amazon had shown up after Britney had managed to escape. How could she have found them so quickly? There was only one way David could find to explain that..Britney Sanderson was Ocelot Girl."Could it be possible?...Could Britney be Ocelot Girl?" wondered David as his search of the school's closed circuit television system revealed nothing that would provide any clues as to the whereabouts of Britney.

David had also tried to contact New Amsterdam's other resident heroine...WILDCAT WOMAN..via the special email link that she had given him..but she had not responded to his calls for help. "I wonder where she could be?" thought the teenage boy. Little did David Lee know that the answer to that question..lay..at that very moment..in the private residence of Professor Alfred Von Braeden...a visiting criminologist of some repute.

Seated in a chair in a bedroom in his house..with the curtains drawn and the door locked. Von Braeden grinned as he watched the helpless, shapely body of Wildcat Woman lying flat on her back atop a bed. Her arms and legs were fully outstretched...her wrists and ankles securely bound by strong vines from mutant marijuana plants placed on either side of the bed.

Naked except for her mask...Brenda Sanderson..could do nothing but moan into the cone attached over her nose and mouth...pumping spores of aphrodesiac laced marijuana into her lungs. Similar cones from the surrounding plants were attached over her breasts and vagina..doing the same task. "Uunnnnn..Unnnnnnn.." moaned Wildcat Woman into the cone. Her blue eyes were barely open in the slits of her brown mask. Her shapely body twitching ever so slightly as the potent drug kept her trapped in a stupor of sex and sleep.

She had come in search of her daughter Britney Sanderson..who was secretly Ocelot Girl..but ended up falling into a trap. "Struggle is useless foolish woman..no one as sexually endowed as you can resist the special marijuana..you will remain helpless until my employers determine your fate.." gloated the evil professor. "Uuunnnnn..." replied Brenda who could only think of sex and sleep. Looking at a nearby clock..Von Braeden anticipated that it would not be long before he heard from his criminal associates...once they had completed their primary mission..and Britney Sanderson was key to its success. The professor dreamt of the millions of dollars that would soon be flowing into his private bank account.

Georgetown, 6 pm.

As the sun set over the capital city of Guyana...investigative journalist Kim Parmasar made her way on to the rooftop of the Stabroek News building. The sound of her high heels echoing off the concrete surface as she exited the stairwell. "My investigations show that the Freeman Foundation has been investing a lot of money into its private farm at Port Kaituma..
with Vincent Vine being the middleman in a lot of the transactions..that added to their sponsorship of the swimming meets where those girls disappeared and then reappeared with memory loss of what happened to them..only confirms my suspicions that some kind of criminal activity is taking place there...the staff at Vine's offices said he's doing some legal matters in New Amsterdam...then that's where I'm going..but not as journalist Kim Parmasar..." said the beauteous lady journalist with a smile..knowing what was coming next.

Kim 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 the thin silk bra disappeared from around her large breasts.. a soft sigh of pleasure escaped from Kim's lips. A flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her, covering the curvaceously, muscular body which Kim concealed with her baggy and conservative clothing. Her 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 llarge, 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. The mild-mannered female journalist had completed her transformation into the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman known and celebrated throughout the South American nation as...OCELOT WOMAN.

Kim's big brown breasts swayed sensuously from side to side under her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard as she ran towards the edge of the rooftop. The sexy Guyanese Amazon flexed her large thighs as she leapt off the rooftop of the Stabroek News building and on to the port wing of her mystic-powered Oce Jet which descended from the sky above in response to her mental commands. Ocelot Woman slipped into the cockpit of her aircraft.
Her shapely buttocks fitting comfortably into the pilot's seat..the flight stick between her large thighs..her erotic bare feet gripping the flight pedals...as she took command of her Oce Jet.

"Greetings Mistress...What is your command?" replied the robotic voice of the Oce-Jet from the control panel of flashing lights..switches and nobs. "Plane...Plot course for New Amsterdam..maximum speed..stealth mode..locate subject..attorney Vincent Vine..." replied Ocelot Woman. "By your command Mistress.." replied the plane. The Oce-Jet's thrusters fired and pulling the flight stick back..the buxom masked beauty flew swiftly over Georgetown...skirting the coastline as she flew southeast towards New Amsterdam.

Pegasus Hotel, New Amsterdam. 7 pm.

Seated in the plush living room of an executive suite on the 12th and top floor of the five-star luxury hotel...attorney Vincent Vine was in the middle of a business transaction. With him were five Rastafarians from the Freeman Foundation..all armed with automatic and sem-automatic weapons. On the other side of the table..literally..were five members of a Venezuelan drug cartel.Both sides eyed each other carefully as Vine oversaw the transfer of money from an offshore bank in the Cayman Islands..into an account in Guyana which he had set up for his clients..the Freeman Foundation.

"You are satisfied senor?...All of the money is there.." said the leader of Venezuelan drug smugglers. The Rastas said nothing..mesmerised by their excessive ganja usage..and it was left up to Vine to speak on their behalf. "All protocols have been met...the funds are safely deposited in a bank account owned by my clients..." said Vine as he tapped the 'enter' key on his laptop's computer. Vine, the Rastas and the Venezuelans all stood up as their talks drew to a close. Briefcases..one filled with cash from the Venezuelans..the other containing the mutant marijuana plants from the Rastas..were readied to switch hands. "Thank you gentlemen...our meeting is a success and is at an end..." said Vine.

"You are correct Mr Vine...but not the end which you anticipated.." declared a female voice. Vine..the Rastas and the Venezuelans turned in the direction of the open glass sliding door which led to the balcony...as Ocelot Woman slowly strolled into the hotel suite. Their eyes were mesmerised by the large, gorgeous brown breasts of the sexy Guyanese Amazon which were barely concealed by her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard...which did little to conceal her curvaceous and muscular brown body. They also gawked at the thin wisps of black pubic hair..peeking out from under the thin sliver of ocelot pelt between her large thighs.

"Ocelot Woman?!!..Here?!!..Now?!!" cried Vine in panic as the buxom masked beauty assumed a trademark heroine pose in front of her foes. Her hands rested lightly on either side of her small, curvy waist..her erotic bare feet were flat on the floor..her muscular legs slightly apart..and her huge bust..barely covered by her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard..was thrust forward. "Room service gentlemen!...I am here to expose your dirty laundry and turn you over to the police!" quipped Kim with confidence. "Don't stand there staring at her body you fools!!..Get her!!..but don't use your guns!! We don't want to attract attention!!" yelled Vine as the Rastafarians and Venezuelan drug dealers surged towards their curvaceous opponent.

Side-stepping the knife of a Venezuelan...Ocelot Woman countered with a right hand karate chop to his neck. As he fell to the floor...Kim drove the ball of her erotic left foot solidly into the gut of a second Venezuelan..and dropped him to the floor two feet away from his colleague. Two Rastafarians lunged at the sexy Guyanese Amazon from either side of her shapely upper torso..intending to catch her between them. Stepping towards the Rasta coming at her from her right..Kim's right hand grabbed his left wrist and she used his momentum to hurl him into the Rasta leaping towards her from the left. The dreadlocked duo collapsed to the floor on top of each other..moaning in pain.

Spinning around...Ocelot Woman delivered the ball of her erotic right foot straight into the jaw of another Rasta as he tried to strike her with a pair of brass knuckles he had slipped on to each of her hands. The force of the blow sent him hurtling across the room..knocking two Venezuelans senseless to the floor..before crashing against a wall on the opposite side of the room..and collapsing to the floor himself. The remaining Venezuelan and two Rastafarians..
who were in awe of the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman's curvaceous and muscular body..as they were of her incredible fighting abilities...now rushed forward in desperation..
fearing that she would make good on her promise to take them to the police.

Raising her slender muscled arms above her head..and spreading her long, muscular legs slightly apart...Ocelot Woman somersaulted towards them. Timing her somersault to perfection..Kim drove the balls of her erotic bare feet solidly into the chest of the large Rasta leading the charge. He slammed backwards into the other Rasta and Venezuelan..knocking them both senseless to the floor. The sheer force of the blow he received from the sexy Guyanese Amazon..landed the Rastafarian..who was five times her size...flat on his back atop the king-sized bed in the adjacent bedroom..and he passed out within seconds of hitting the mattress.

Kim's long mane of glossy black hair flailed behind her well-chiseled back as she turned her head at the sound of retreating footsteps. The buxom masked beauty smiled to herself as she saw attorney Vincent Vine retreat into the suite's bathroom.. close the door behind him.
but forget to lock it in his haste to flee the scene..where all of his criminal clients had been incapacitated by the beauteous Heroine of Guyana within a matter of minutes. "Come out Mr Vine...There is no escape for you..and if your muscle bound goons could not stop me.. then there is nothing you can do...if you cooperate...I will make sure that you get a fair hearing in court for your crimes..." quipped Ocelot Woman as she strolled slowly towards the bathroom door. Placing her right hand on the wooden frame of the door..Kim pushed it open and entered.

"Eh?!" said Ocelot Woman in surprise as she walked into the bathroom of the hotel suite..to discover that Victor Vine had seemingly vanished into thin air. The coolness of the bathroom tiles registered on the soles of her erotic bare feet..her large brown breasts rising and falling slowly under her flimsy ocelot pelt leotard..her brown eyes flickering in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face as she tried to figure out how the shady attorney could have just disappeared without a trace. As her erotic bare feet moved across the cool tiled floor of the hotel suite's luxurious bathroom..the sexy Guyanese Amazon..was completely unaware that her actions had turned the tide of events in favour of the enemies that she was determined to bring to justice.

Ocelot Woman assumed her heroic pose..hands on her shapely hips..her long muscular legs slightly apart..her erotic bare feet flat on the tiled floor of the bathroom..her large brown breasts thrust forward with confidence...as she paused to make sense of what had just happened. As the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman gathered her thoughts...she was unaware of a fine mist which was gathering around her erotic bare feet..generated by every the body heat she emitted with each step she took on the tiled bathroom floor.

"Come out from wherever you are Mr Vine...Make it easy on yourself..It is only a matter of time before..I..I...Uhuuuhhhh...What is happening?..My Ocelot Nipples...something is making them..become..hhh..hhhhhh...aaa..aaa..rrr..ddd....they failed to warn me..of danger
..I..I..I am..getting..so..sleepy...so dizzy...in my Ocelot Breasts...cannot resist.." moaned the buxom masked beauty as her head sagged between the large brown mounds of her broad chest and she staggered drunkenly from side to side in the hotel suite's bathroom.

As her erotic bare feet moved across the tiles of the bathroom floor...more and more of the fine mist...wafted upwards from the floor...until it formed a dense fog all around the sexy Guyanese Amazon..who waved her slender muscled arms in a futile effort to clear the air inside the bathroom. However all this achieved was causing more of the mist to swirl around the large brown mounds of her awesome chest...making her famous puffy black nipples and areolas become harder than concrete with each passing second.

"Uunnhhh...I..I have fallen..Uhuuhhh...into..a..trap...never felt..so..sleepy..in my Ocelot Breasts..some kind of..muscle relaxant...and..aphrodesiac..cannot stop..thinking..of Johnny
..his hands..all over..my Ocelot Breasts...fingers..playing with..my Ocelot Nipples.. making them..so...hhh..hhh..aaa...rrr..ddd...getting...sleepier...and..sleepier..." moaned Kim as she stood with her erotic bare feet flat on the tiled floor of the mist-filled bathroom. Her head bobbing up and down between the large brown mounds of her amazing chest. Her famous puffy black nipples and areolas...hard and erect under her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard which did little to cover her curvaceous and muscular brown body.

Behind the dazed and disoriented Ocelot Woman...a malevolent figure rose menacingly behind her...preparing to execute the final phase of his plan to capture her.

To be continued