New Ocelot Woman in Snakes on a Train Part 2

Berbice Region, southeast Guyana.
6 pm.

French mercenary Pierre "The Whip" Martel stood triumphantly over Stabroek News investigative journalist Kim Parmasar who lay unconscious on the floor of her suite in the Silver Bullet express train that was speeding deeper into the interior en route to its final destination of the town of Isherton. He stared at her..gawking at her shapely body which was barely covered by a flimsy red silk night dress..as she lay flat on her back before him. Martel was especially mesmerised by the rise and fall of Kim's shapely breasts..as she slept within her anaestheised slumber. He had slipped into her suite undetected..jumped her from behind and chloroformed her into unconsciousness before she knew he was even there. Before he knocked her out..Martel thought that Kim seemed a little distracted..but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he got back to the matter at hand.

"Steel..This is Martel..I've neutralised the target...bringing her back for questioning.." said Martel into his headset. "Roger...Proceed according to plan...We must neutralise all possible threats to our mission..." replied Ivan "Doctor Steel" Karpov over the headset. Martel took out some duct tape and used it to secure the chloroform-soaked cloth over Kim's nose and mouth again. "Uunnnn.."sighed Kim into the cloth as she inhaled more chloroform..which kept her in a deep sleep. "Rest peacefully woman...You have more to answer when you awaken.." sneered Martel as he briefly fondled Kim's breasts again. He tied her hands behind her back with plastic cords and used more of these cords to bind her ankles together.

Lifting the drugged lady journalist in his arms..Martel gently laid her inside his waiter's trolley and closed it up so that no one knew she was there. With all the security around Rooney..the other VIPs and the gold bars... no one would ever notice Kim Parmasar's absence..thought the Frenchman as he wheeled the trolley out of Kim's suite..into the corridor..closed the door and then walked away.

Georgetown, Guyana.
7 pm.

Johnny Chan made his way through the smoke and haze filled interior of the Blue Parrot Night Club on Sheriff Street..in the entertainment hub of Guyana's capital city. Here the the city never slept..given the plethora of restaurants, bars and night clubs that were here. As he made his way through the crowd...Johnny knew exactly where he was going..though it had been a long, long time ago that he had last been here. A time way back in his past long before he ever became a photographer..long before he landed a job at the Stabroek News...
long before he ever met Kim. He stepped into a private booth located at the rear of the packed dance floor. There a woman with short curly black hair sat waiting for him. He looked at her...remembering how she used to look when her hair was longer...the last time he had seen her. The last time..until a few days ago.

"Hello Johnny...You look good..." she said. "Rhea...After all this time...If you think you can pick up where we left off...I closed that chapter a long time ago...when I left the company.." said Johnny. "I know Johnny...I've seen your pictures..they're really good...and I know about your girlfriend Kim Parmasar..." replied Rhea Partheesingh. "You don't bring Kim into this!..You stay away from her!..You got some nerve coming back after all these years..." warned Johnny pointing a stern right index finger at her. "Calm down hotshot...I don't mean to complicate things..it was difficult for me to leave you the way I did...too have stayed away all this time...but I had to see you now...I need your help..." said the woman with tears welling up in her eyes.

Johnny's anger subsided as he saw tears trickle down her face. "All right Rhea..Start talking...and the truth this time..." warned Johnny as he took off his black leather jacket and sat down in the booth next to her. "I've been working freelance in the Guianas over the last 11 years...mostly smuggling drugs and guns in French Guiana to the crime syndicates there..and also to General Wouterse's regime in Suriname..He's been bitter since Ocelot Woman and that group of mystery commandos brought down Baron Evermore...been seeking revenge against her ever since...a few days ago..there was a leak of an operation and I caught wind of it...Wouterse has paid top money through an offshore bank account to hire professional mercenaries to assassinate some exiled politician named Rooney...and has promised them a bonus if they take out Ocelot Woman should she try to stop them.." explained Rhea.

"My God?!...Rooney's on board the Silver Bullet!..Heading south through the interior..Radio contact with them is virtually impossible until the train reaches Isherton!...Why didn't you come forward sooner?!..I could have stopped the train before it left...!" said Johnny with alarm in his voice. Kim was on the train too..and he knew she would turn into Ocelot Woman if she sensed any danger on board. Rhea responded to Johnny's question by reaching into her purse and pulling out a photo of an 11 year old boy with bright brown eyes and a short black hair. She laid it on the table in front of Johnny. "This is Peter..I got separated from him when Wouterse's secret police found out I knew about the operation...
he's my son...he's our son Johnny..." said Rhea.

Johnny Chan felt the world around him slow to a complete stop..as those last words echoed through his mind. Though he wanted to disbelieve it..Johnny knew how intimate he had been with Rhea 11 years ago...and apart from Kim..she had been the only woman he had been romantically involved with. Johnny stared intently at the photo of the boy..whose eyes looked very similar to his own. The fingers of his right hand traced the outline of the boy's face. "I..I have..a son..?" said Johnny in shock. Just at that moment..a waiter arrived with two glasses of rum..set them on the table and left on Rhea's instructions. "You're looking pale Johnny..Maybe a drink will help you.." said Rhea as she picked up the glass in front of her.

"I'll need more than one for this.." replied Johnny as he picked up his glass and downed the rum in a single gulp. "No..I think one will do.." replied Rhea with a smile as she slowly sipped her rum. Within a matter of seconds..Johnny was overcome with nausea..the room began to spin around him...his vision blurring rapidly. "Uuhhhhh...feel dizzy..been..the rume...been drugged...blacking...out....Uhhhhhhh..." groaned Johnny as he fell forward..his head hitting the table as he lost consciousness. Two thugs entered the booth and dragged the drugged Johnny Chan out of the booth and outside of the club into a back alley where a car was waiting for them. No sooner was the intrepid photographer dumped in the back seat..the car sped off into the night.

Upper Demerara region, southeast Guyana
9 pm.

"Uuuhhhhh...Johnny...Johnny..." sighed Kim as she slowly regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered was thinking about her boyfriend in her suite on board the Silver Bullet when she was grabbed from behind..her nose and mouth were covered by a thick cloth..she inhaled copious amounts of chloroform..and felt a man's hand fondling her breasts as she passed out. Her head rolled slowly from side to side as the effects of the chloroform wore off and her brown eyes slowly opened. As her vision cleared..the beauteous lady journalist realised that she was still on board the sleek Japanese made express train but was no longer in her suite.

To her alarm..she had been stripped of her night dress while she was unconscious..her wrists were bound together by a thick electrical cord..which was stretched above her head..effectively suspending her to the ceiling of the mail compartment where she was now being held prisoner. Her ankles were also bound together by more of the same cord. "Ah you finally awaken female...I wondered if my associate used too much chloroform on you.." gloated the bald-headed Ivan Karpov..alias Doctor Steel. The Frenchman Pierre "The Whip" Martel..who had kidnapped Kim from her suite earlier stood next to him. "Who are you?! What do you want with me?!..Let me go!!" quipped Kim as she writhed helplessly to break her bonds.

"Not just yet woman...We are reliably informed that you write many exclusive stories about Ocelot Woman in your newspaper..Our information suggests that you are someone she relies on for intelligence in her crime-fighting activities...We want you to tell us where is Ocelot Woman and if she intends to thwart our mission?" asked Steel. "You're..You're after Walter Rooney!..You plan to murder him!" said Kim. "Oui...but only the Ocelot Woman can stop us...You must tell us where she is..so that we can handle her should she appear..." sneered Martel. "No!!..I'll never tell you criminals anything!!..Ocelot Woman will find you and bring you to justice!!" declared Kim..not wanting to let her captors know that she really was the sexy Guyanese Amazon.

"You think yourself strong enough to test us..We shall see about that..foolish female..." replied Steel as he stepped forward and started to fondle Kim's large brown breasts with the steel appendage which was his right hand. "Oooohhh!!!..Metal so cold!!..Aahhhh!!!...
Stop touching my breasts!!...My nipples..getting..hhhh..hhhh..aaa..aaa..rrrr..dddd...No!!.
No!!..Uuhhh!!..Uuuhhh!!..Uunnnhhhh!!!" cried the beauteous lady journalist who could do nothing as Ivan Karpov groped her naked breasts with his steel-right hand. "Where is Ocelot Woman?!! Talk!!..Talk!!" snarled Doctor Steel. "No...Uuuhhh..I'll never...tell.." groaned Kim. "Then you leave me no choice woman.." snarled Karpov as he reached behind his back and pulled out an electric stun-gun which he jammed into the middle of Kim's cleavage and pulled the trigger.

"AAIEEEEE!!!!!...AIHEEEEEEE!!!!..AAHAIEEEEE!!!!!!...AAAHHHH!!!!!..AAHHNNHHHH!!!!" screamed Kim in agony as thousands of volts of electricity were pumped into her broad chest and her shapely body gyrated wildly in response. Steel then jammed the stun gun between Kim's large thighs and pulled the trigger again. "AUUHHHHH!!!!..AUHHUUHHH!!!
...AUUNNHUUHHHHH!!!!..AUUHHHH!!!!..AUUUHHHHH!!!!...AUUUHHHHHUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
cried Kim as her virgin clit rapidly became hard and most from the electric shock treatment administered to it. After another hour of erotic torture...Kim Parmasar conceded defeat as the electrification of her cunt...caused her to have a powerful orgasm. "Uuuuhhhhhhhhh..."
sighed Kim as her head sagged between her large brown breasts and she lost consciousness again.

Steel and Martel examined the unconscious lady journalist who dangled like a piece of meat in front of them. "Brave woman..but foolish..She told us nothing about the Ocelot Woman's whereabouts...much to her own discomfort...She is alive..but will be unconscious for hours.." said Martel who silently admitted to himself that Kim's courage had impressed him. "Then we should dispose of her...by the time she awakes..it will be too late to do anything from stopping us...Big Jim will be waiting for us in Isherton.." instructed Steel as a plan came to mind. Cutting Kim down from the ceiling of the compartment..untying her bonds on her wrists and ankles...Martel and Steel placed her in a large mail sack and tied the top of the bag.

As the Silver Bullet whizzed along the tracks..continuing its journey south towards Isherton...They pushed the sack bearing the unconscious Kim Parmasar out of a window on the mail car. The sack hooked on to a pole along the track..one of thousands along railway lines in Guyana which were used to transfer mail off of fast moving trains. The last car of the Silver Bullet streaked past the pole..leaving Kim alone and unconscious in the interior.
However Martel and Steel had no idea that Kim's ability to recover from her earlier drugging and torture was increased because of her super powers as Ocelot Woman. Within half an hour of her being put off the train by the mercenaries..her puffy black nipples and areolas began to soften and her cunt became dry once again.

"Ohhhh...Where am I?..I remember now...Two goons drugged me..interrogated me about Ocelot Woman's whereabouts...They've been hired to assassinate Walter Rooney...I have to get back to the train..." said Kim as she started to rock the mail sack back and forth until it fell to the ground..its top loosening as it hit the ground and she rolled out of it. Stark naked and alone beside the railway tracks in the this desolate stretch of the Upper Demerara Region..Kim managed to get to her feet..her hands and ankles still bound by the electrical cord. As best as she could..the lady journalist started to spin on a single spot..initiating an amazing transformation as her naked brown body was engulfed in an aura of golden light which illuminated the surrounding darkness.

A flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her curvaceously, muscular brown body which Kim. Her big 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.

Feeling the strength flowing through her body...Ocelot Woman flexed her slender muscled arms and her long, muscular legs..effortlessly snapping the cords binding her as if they were made of paper. The sexy Guyanese Amazon stood in trademark heroic pose..her hands balled into fists resting lightly on either side of her small, curvy waist..her long, muscular legs spread slightly apart..her huge brown bust thrust forward with confidence and determination. "Those criminals did me a big favour by throwing me off the train..so I could change into Ocelot Woman!..Now to get back on board and punch their tickets to the nearest jail!" resolved the beauteous Superwoman of Guyana as she focused her thoughts...
summoning her fabulous Oce-Jet which descended from the night sky on to the railway tracks.

Flexing her huge thighs..Kim leapt on to the starboard wing of her plane and climbed into the cockpit. "Plane...Plot intercept course with the Silver Bullet express train..and pursue at maximum speed...stealth mode..." commanded the buxom masked beauty..her erotic bare feet gripping the flight pedals..her long muscular legs moving back and forth..as she eased the flight stick back between her massive thighs..as her mystic-powered aircraft slowly lifted off the ground. "By your command Mistress.." replied the Oce-Jet over the Oce-Receiver in the middle of the control panel in the cockpit. The Oce-Jet's thrusters fired as it soared up into the sky...pursuing the rapid-moving Silver Bullet express train.

Meanwhile on the Silver Bullet...the trio of mercenaries...William "Warpath" WhiteEagle,
Pierre "The Whip" Martel and Ivan "Doctor Steel" Karpov.. made their final weapons checks as they prepared to execute their mission..for which they would be generously rewarded by Surinamese dictator General Quesi Wouterse upon its successful completion. While Rooney,
and the VIP passengers were all in the dinning car...the plan was for the trio to box them in order to take control of the train and eliminate their target. Warpath was designated the front of the train..specifically to take control of the engineer's car. Karpov was to secure the cars between the engineer's car and the dinning car. Martel's job was to do the same with the cars to the rear of the train..after the dinning car. They each moved out into their respective areas..in their guises as train personnel.

Little did they..or anyone else on board the train..know that another plan was taking shape. One that no one had thought would have been possible. The train engineer was looking straight ahead at the railway line ahead of him that he never noticed movement directly above him. The last thing he felt was a sharp pain in his neck before everything went black. The controls on the panel in front of him were adjusted..to keep the train on auto mode..and on course for Isherton. Armed police officers did their patrols in the corridors of the cars to the front and rear of the dinning car..unaware of movement above and below them. In the blink of an eye...before they knew what hit them..all were lying motionless on the floor. The doors linking the train's cars were slowly and meticulously sealed by the unknown entities..which remained undetected.

In the dining car...Detective Karl Misawa and the police officers assigned to guard duty there had to endure the lengthy and boring political utterances from Rooney and the other business and government officials over dinner. Misawa picked up his walkie-talkie to check in with the guards in the front and the rear cars. He was baffled when all he got in response to his calls was a hissing noise over his radio. Karl was still trying to make sense of that when one of the passengers told him..the rear entrance of the dinner car would not open. After unsuccessfully trying to open that door..Misawa tried the front entrance and found it was sealed as well.

"Detective..Is something wrong?" asked Rooney as he and the other persons in the dinner car stopped their conversations..as it slowly became apparent that something was amiss.
"I'm not sure Mr Rooney..We seem to be trapped in this car...could be some kind of malfunction..but we won't take any chances...hopefully the train's personnel have located the problem and are working on getting us out of here.." replied Karl as he tried to reassure the politician and the other passengers that everything would be all right. However the New York cop had a gut feeling that whatever was happening was no accident but he had no idea what was going on.

Equally oblivious to the events on board the Silver Bullet was the beauteous Ocelot Woman as she flew her plane closer to the moving top of the Japanese-built express train. Once the Oce-Jet was flying parallel to the top of the train...the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman slipped out of the cockpit and on to the port wing. "Plane...Increase altitude and maintain aerial surveillance after I alight...I will summon you once I have dealt with the criminals on board the train..." instructed Kim. "By your command Mistress.." replied the Oce-Jet. Flexing her large thighs...Ocelot Woman leapt off the wing of her plane landing nimbly on the aluminum surface of the roof of the last car of the Silver Bullet.

Despite the rapid speed of the moving train..and the wind rushing past her curvaceous and muscular brown body..Kim made her way slowly and steadily towards a hatch on the roof of the train car. All it took was a fraction of her incredible strength to gently pry it open..and she slipped inside of the train. The balls of Ocelot Woman's erotic bare feet made contact with the cold metallic surface of the floor in the corridor of the train. "Ironic that I should come back through the mail car..where those crooks unceremoniously dumped Kim Parmasar off the train..only for me to return as Ocelot Woman.." mused the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she walked along the corridor. Her large brown breasts swaying gently under her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard as she walked.

The buxom masked beauty was finding it curious that she had not encountered any security guards or train personnel as she made her way along the corridor of the mail car..heading towards the compartment where the mail was being kept..along with the special payload of gold bars that had been placed on board the Silver Bullet for its inaugural trip. Ocelot Woman walked into the compartment and looked around. None of the gold bars..or anything else there had been disturbed.



"Hmmm...Strange..Everything seems quiet but..I should have encountered someone by now...I know that a lot of security precautions were put in place to protect Walter Rooney from any threat to his safety.." pondered Kim as she continued to look around the compartment..which was filled with sacks of mail and crates of gold bars. The sexy Guyanese Amazon had no idea how wrong she was on that conclusion. As she continued to walk around the compartment...Ocelot Woman was looking for any obvious clues that would tell her why the area was deserted. However not looking for anything out of the ordinary....the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman never once sensed that she was not alone in the mail compartment.

Movement was concealed from her by some of the surrounding sacks of mail. Proximity to the buxom masked beauty..increasing..until..she was in the right place..and at the right time. "Wouterse has obviously hired professional mercenaries with no ties to him to murder Walter Rooney...If he's able to do that..here while Rooney is in Guyana under the protection of local authorities...the implications are very grave indeed..." thought Kim to herself. This was the last thought that Ocelot Woman would have...for suddenly..and without any hint of warning...she was startled as a thin stream of liquid of unknown origin..hit her directly in the space between the huge brown mounds of her awesome chest.

"Ohhhhh!!" cried the surprised Heroine of Guyana..stepping back in response...completely unprepared for what happened next. "Ehhhhh...What is happening...my Ocelot Nipples..all of a sudden...they are becoming..hhh..hhh..aaa..aaa..rrr..ddd...feeling..so...Uunhh...Uuhhh dizzy...weak...sleepy...did not warn me....of danger..I..I..have been..drugged in my Ocelot Breasts...some new drug...never experienced..before..." moaned Kim as her eyelids grew heavier with each passing second...her vision blurring..and the compartment around her beginning to spin..faster..faster..faster..faster. She staggered drunkenly through the compartment. Her head sagging up and down between her big brown breasts. The movements of her long muscular legs becoming increasingly unstable.

"Uuhuuhhhh...Ocelot Breasts...never felt..so weak..so tired...so fast...no time..to act..drug...what is it...it is..so strong...I..I..cannot resist it...no choice...have to..black out
...mercenaries...laid trap for me...fallen right into it...no escape...must become...Uuunnnn..
...connn...sci..ousssssssssss....." conceded the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she collapsed flat on her back atop a pile of mail sacks. Her slender muscled arms flung past her head..her long muscular legs spread wide apart over the tops of the mail sacks which together provided an impromptu bed for the buxom masked superwoman. "Uuunnnnnhhhhh.." sighed Ocelot Woman as her brown eyes slowly closed in the slits of the ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face..her rescue mission faltering at the outset..as she succumbed to unconsciousness...none the wiser about how easily she was defeated.

To be continued.