New Ocelot Woman in Snakes on a Train Part 3

Upper Takatu Region. Southern Guyana.
10 pm

The sleek silver Shinkansen 700T express train...officially named as the Silver Bullet.. streaked swiftly along the railway tracks as it continued its journey further and further south into the interior of the South American nation. While on the outside..everything seemed to be normal with the train...on the inside...it was a totally different story. No one knew this better than the beauteous Ocelot Woman..Guyana's champion superheroine of justice. After having been drugged and thrown off the train in her everyday alter-ego of Stabroek News Kim Parmasar by two hired mercenaries...she had changed into her sexy and super-powered form and bravely returned to the Silver Bullet to thwart the plans of the mercenaries to kill prominent exiled Surinamese politician Walter Rooney who was travelling on board the train under heavy security.

The gorgeous Guyanese superwoman had encountered no difficulties upon entering the train and she had been looking for the mercenaries who knocked her out earlier as Kim Parmasar. Her plan was to defeat them..arrest them and turn them over to New York police detective Karl Misawa who was heading the security detail to protect Rooney. A special liasion attached to the US Embassy in Georgetown..Karl would turn over the mercenaries to the authorities in Isherton and they would be transported back to Georgetown to face criminal charges in court. However Ocelot Woman had no idea that something else was taking place on the train..apart from the mercenaries who were on board and whose mission it was to assassinate Rooney. Since returning to the Silver Bullet...her plans had gone awry in the most unexpected way.

The sexy Guyanese Amazon lay stretched out on her back atop a pile of mail sacks in the compartment of the mail car at the end of the speeding train. Her slender muscled arms were flung past her head...which was pillowed by her long mane of glossy black hair. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide open below her small curvy waist..the toes of her erotic bare feet twitching sexily as she lay prostrate atop this impromptu bed. Her breathing was becoming slower with each passing second..as evidenced by the gradual rise and fall of her large brown breasts which were barely concealed by her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard. Beneath her flimsy attire..her famous puffy black nipples and areolas were glossy and hard as diamonds..underscoring the fact that she was in big, big trouble. Kim's brown eyes were barely open in the slits of the ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of he beautiful face..her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier as the seconds passed by.

"Uuhuhhh...my Ocelot Nipples...they smell terrible...something on them...some new aphrodesiac...sleep drug..making them..so...hhhh..hhhh...hhhh...aaa...aaa...aaa..rrrr..
...so..hhhh..hhhh...hhhh...aaa...aaa..aaa..rrrr..dddd...making my Ocelot Breasts..so weak
..feeling for Johnny...conspiring against me....making me feel...so sexy..so sleepy..so fast...my Ocelot Nipples..never sensed..any danger...do not understand..cannot resist...going to sleep...do not want to..but..Ocelot Breasts..too sexy..too sleepy..to stay conscious...must..go to sleep now..become..Uunnn..Unnnnhhh...connn..sci..oussssssssss..." sighed the sexy Guyanese Amazon as her head rolled against her right shoulder and she blacked out.

As the beauteous Ocelot Woman succumbed swiftly to unconsciousness...there was a flash of movement..a brief but intense hissing noise...and then..there was silence. The passing noise did catch the attention of Pierre "The Whip" Martel..who was doing his part of the mission to secure the rear portion of the train. He tightened his grip on the bullwhip he was holding in his right hand as he made his way towards the mail compartment. Similar to Ocelot Woman...Martel had not encountered any security guards or train personnel in any of the cars that were located from the dinning car downwards. The target of Martel and his fellow mercenaries...exiled Surinamese politician was located in the dinning car..and their objective was to isolate him there..and neutralise his security before killing him.

Martel was still trying to figure it all out when he entered the mail compartment and spotted the alluring Ocelot Woman..lying unconscious atop a pile of mail sacks. "Sacre bleu"
gasped the Frenchman in awe of the sexy Guyanese Amazon's curvaceous and muscular brown body..especially her huge firm brown breasts which rose and fell sexily before him as she lay motionless atop the mail sacks which seemed to be serving as a makeshift bed. "Our intelligence said the Ocelot Woman has superhuman strength of 20 men..feline agility..yet she lies senseless before me...who could have bested her so easily?..Perhaps she is trying to lure me into a trap...I must be cautious..." thought Martel as he moved in closer to investigate.

The Frenchman observed the ever so slight twitching of the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman's sexy toes...the slow rise and fall of her large brown breasts under her flimsy ocelot pelt leotard..the distinctive impression created against the fabric by her hardened nipples and areolas. Her head pillowed by a long mane of glossy black hair rolled slowly from side to side. Stretching his right hand towards the broad chest of the buxom heroine...Martel pulled aside the spaghetti thin strap of her skimpy ocelot pelt leotard...exposing her large brown breasts.. in all of their naked glory. "Uuhhhhhhhh..." sighed Kim as she felt her breasts being exposed but remained trapped in a stupor of sex and sleep.

Martel was in awe of her large puffy black nipples and areolas..which capped the summit of her big brown breasts..which were glossy and hard...with an unusual scent emanating from them. Reaching forward with his gloved hands..his fingers gently fondled the big breasts of the buxom masked beauty..paying special attention to her hard and erect puffy black nipples and areolas. "Uuhhhh...Uuuhhhh...Uhhhhh.." cooed Ocelot Woman who was powerless to prevent Martel from playing with the pride of her femininity. For a second..the Frenchman contemplated calling Steel and Warpath to tell them that he had captured the beauteous Superwoman of Guyana.

However knowing that Wouterse would pay double for the person who captured Ocelot Woman..Martel decided to maintain radio silence..and not to let his partners in on his secret.
Taking out a thick cotton pad from a compartment of his web belt..Martel reached for a cannister attached to another part of the belt. He poured a generous amount of a sweet, sickly smelling liquid from the cannister into the pad. "Sleep peacefully madamoiselle..We shall get to know each other..when you awaken..." sneered Martel as he gently pressed it over Kim's nose and mouth. "Nhhhhh..Nhhhhhh..." pleaded Ocelot Woman into the pad as the fumes of her favorite anaesthetic..CHLOROFORM...filled her nostrils and flooded her lungs. Her brown eyes flickered open briefly..but slowly closed again as the powerful drug ensured that the sexy Guyanese Amazon would remain helpless and unconscious for many more hours to come.

Unknown to the Frenchman...hidden eyes were watching him as he chloroformed Ocelot Woman into a deep sleep. His years of military training and expertise...just like the enhanced senses of the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman..failed to detect that presence. The images through those hidden eyes were transmitted on a large monitor in a secret location. A shadowy figure seated in a chair in front of the monitor..smiling with sadistic satisfaction as he watched Ocelot Woman's big brown breasts rise and fall ever so slowly as she could do nothing but inhale more and more chloroform into her curvaceous and muscular brown body.

The mercenary had no idea that he had this mystery person to thank for knocking out the unsuspecting buxom heroine when she returned to the Silver Bullet. Nor did Martel and his partners...Karl Misawa...Walter Rooney and the other passengers..or even the sexy Guyanese Amazon herself..aware that they were all pawns in his deadly game.

"Yes...All is proceeding just as I planned it would..." he said to himself.

To be continued