New Ocelot Woman in Snakes on a Train Part 4

Georgetown, Guyana. 11 pm.

His identity concealed in the darkness of the room..the mysterious man raised his right hand to his face..touching the scars that were there. His eyes focused on the images being paraded on the monitor before him..being transmitted from the Shinkansen 700T express train..otherwise known as the Silver Bullet as it travelled southwards into the country's vast interior on its inaugural trip. His eyes were riveted to the images of the beautiful and buxom Ocelot Woman...who now lay helpless before a mercenary who was one of three on board the train to kill exiled Surinamese politician Walter Rooney who was the main guest aboard the Silver Bullet.

He watched as the French mercenary Pierre "The Whip" Martel pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth over the nose and mouth of the sexy Guyanese Amazon. Using vast array of high-technology devices availabe to him..he took delight in watching the twitching of her curvaceous and muscular brown body. As Martel pressed a cotton pad over Ocelot Woman's nose and mouth... the mystery villain tapped a keypad in front of him to zoom in on her naked large brown breasts..capped at their summits by hardened puffy black nipples and areolas..which gleamed with a hazy lustre..rising and falling as she could do nothing but inhale her favorite anaesthetic.

He watched the ever so slight throbbing of her vagina..between her large thighs..and the twitching of the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet. He knew fully well that it was not Martel who could take credit for knocking Ocelot Woman unconscious. The Frenchman having already found her that way in the mail car of the train. The mystery man however knew exactly what happened to the buxom masked beauty from the second she entered the train..determined to thwart the mercenaries' plans to kill Rooney..to her lying helpless and unconscious now.

"You are a beautiful as I remember you Ocelot Woman...powerful..but your strength is nothing compared to your most obvious weakness..Sleep..sleep now Ocelot Woman....for you shall need all your strength to save all of those fools on board that train...You have no idea what you're up against...You and all those unsuspecting fools on that train are mine to do with as I please.." gloated the man as he sat back in his chair and continued to watch the events as they unfolded.

Upper Takatu Region. southeast Guyana
11 pm.

The Shinkansen 700T express train..known as The Silver Bullet..continued its journey..
deeper into the night..deeper into the interior of the vast South American nation. However
New York police detective..turned special security liasion..Karl Misawa was starting to feel like something was wrong. After trying the intercom in the dinning car without success..Karl reached for his walkie talkie to contact the police officers who were assigned to guard the rear and forward cars of the train. "Outpost One...Outpost Two...Come in..This is Misawa..We've been sealed into the dinning car..Need assistance...Come in..." said Karl into his radio. All he got in response was static. As the six police officers with him in the dinning car kept watch on the front and rear doors of the dinning car..the businessmen and government officials who were there..started to talk nervously amongst themselves.

"Detective..I demand to know what is happening...Why is there no response from the train's personnel?..Why can't we leave this car?" asked exiled Surinamese politician Walter Rooney..
the man who Karl was assigned to protect on this inaugural trip of the Silver Bullet. "I don't know Mr Rooney...I can't get through to our men stationed in the train...or alert the train's crew...but if something is going on..it's best that we're all in one place..." replied the detective as he tried to allay Rooney's concerns. "General Wouterse will stop at nothing until I am dead...Could this be his doing?" whispered Rooney..not wanting to alarm the other passengers. "I don't know Mr Rooney...part of my mind says it could be..but another part is thinking something different.." replied Karl in a low tone.

The New York cop silently hoped that if it turned out they were isolated on the Silver Bullet
..and the train had somehow been commandeered by criminal elements that were after Rooney..and there was no way of communicating with the outside world..that Ocelot Woman would become aware of their plight and come to their rescue. Little did Karl Misawa know that while the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman was in fact aboard the Silver Bullet..she was in no position to help anyone..least of all..herself.

Elsewhere on the Silver Bullet..in the mail car to be precise..Ocelot Woman was slowly regaining consciousness..her mind struggling to understand who she was knocked out so easily. As her senses slowly returned..she became aware of a tension in her slender muscled arms...which were stretched above her head..her wrists manacled together by plastic handcuffs that were tied to a hook in the ceiling. When she twitched her long muscular legs..she became aware that similar plastic manacles bound her ankles together and her erotic bare feet were dangling inches above the metal floor of the train car. The coolness of the air wafting against her chest told her that her famous Ocelot Breasts were exposed for public viewing.

As her brown eyes slowly opened in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face..the sexy Guyanese Amazon saw the French mercenary Pierre "The Whip" Martel standing in front of her..with a broad grin on his face. "Bonjour madamoiselle...I'm pleased that you are finally awake.." sneered Martel as he stared at her naked breasts. Kim remembered him as one of the goons who chloroformed her earlier. Was he the one responsible for capturing her when she returned to the Silver Bullet as Ocelot Woman. With her super-powered..puffy black nipples and areolas still in a state of semi-hardness..Kim knew her only chance was to keep her captor distracted long enough to allow her nipples to soften so she would regain her strength.

"Uuhuhhh...What happened?...Where am I?..Who are you?..What do you want with me..?" sighed Ocelot Woman..flexing her arms and legs weakly..unable to break her restraints. The gentle swaying of her large brown breasts..catching Martel's attention. "It is shame..truly a shame..madamoiselle..that my colleagues and I have to dispense with you..you are beautiful..but our only obstacle to killing Walter Rooney.." stated Martel. "So..I have you to thank for putting me to sleep earlier?" asked the sexy Guyanese Amazon in a sultry tone..
keeping Martel's eyes riveted to the large brown mounds of her broad chest. "Alas..I wish I could have that honour..but you were already down when I came here..but..I used my chloroform to ensure that you were not laying a trap for me..." remarked Martel as he showed the buxom heroine his bottle of chloroform.

"That is so thoughtful...all criminals in Guyana always bring me chloroform instead of flowers.." quipped Ocelot Woman as she felt her nipples gradually starting to soften and her powers slowly returning to her. "Then you must also be responsible for the fact there are no guards or train personnel here to discover what you are up to.." said Kim. Those words made Martel think. "It's funny that you should mention that madamoiselle...I found no one here..except you..the front and rear doors are sealed..I can't open them.." replied Martel. As the French mercenary and his curvaceous captive continued their conversation...eyes were upon them once again..and there was stealthy movement in the shadows of the mail car.

Martel turned his back briefly to Ocelot Woman and turned a dial on his headset. "Steel...Warpath..this is Whip..Do you copy?..Over.." said Martel. The response he got was static over the airwaves. "How can this happen?..We tested this equipment before we left..it's not supposed to be malfunctioning..." thought the Frenchman. While he pondered those thoughts...Kim felt her puffy black nipples and areolas return to their ultimate state of softness and her full powers were restored. Flexing her arms and legs..Ocelot Woman snapped her restraints..alighting to the floor on the balls of her erotic bare feet..quickly covering her big brown breasts with the flimsy straps of her thin, translucent leotard. As Martel turned around...he tasted the ball of her erotic left foot that was driven solidly into his jaw.

"Let's see if you are man enough to defeat me in a fair fight.."quipped Ocelot Woman as she raised her arms and spread her legs apart in a fighting stance. "The pleasure is mine madamoiselle..." replied Martel as he pulled out his bullwhip. He lashed out several times but the sexy Guyanese Amazon used her uncanny feline agility to escape the long reach of his whip. Leaping towards him...Ocelot Woman drove the ball of her erotic right foot squarely into Martel's nose..sending him crashing to the floor..flat on his back. As he struggled to get up..Kim pounced on him..stunning him with a right fist to the jaw. Removing her golden lasso from the left side of the golden belt which was wrapped around her small curvy waist..the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman slipped it over the dazed Frenchman and tightened it against his upper torso.

"The magic of my lasso compels you to speak the truth..You will answer all the questions I ask you..." commanded Ocelot Woman. "Oui.." agreed Martel..under the influence of the lasso's Amerindian magic. "How many of you are on this train?" asked Kim. "Three of us..Our mission is to kill Walter Rooney..and to capture you should you try to stop us.." replied Martel. "Who hired you?" asked Ocelot Woman. "General Quesi Wouterse..of Suriname.." replied Martel. "Tell me what did you do to the train's personnel..and the security guards that were in this part of the train?" asked Ocelot Woman. "I..I don't know...No one was here ...I can't explain it...but I had nothing to do with that..." replied Martel. Kim looked at Martel with a perplexed look on her beautiful face as she pondered his confession.

"There's no way he could resist the lasso's power...and something was sprayed on my Ocelot Breasts when I got here...Whatever it was..it was stronger than chloroform...I was out like a light in seconds...What is really going on here?" Just then..Kim felt her puffy black nipples and areolas shoot to attention under her thin, translucent ocelot pelt leotard..tingling like crazy..warning her of danger. "Sacre bleu!!..What is that?!!" cried Martel in horror..his right arm raised..right index finger pointing in a direction over the buxom masked beauty's left shoulder. Turning on the balls of her erotic bare feet...Ocelot Woman's brown eyes widened in shock in the slits of her mask as she saw the same thing which Martel did. Thirty golden lancehead snakes slithered out from beneath the surrounding mail sacks and amongst the pile of gold bars towards them.

To be continued