New Ocelot Woman in Snakes in the Grass

UpperTakatu-Upper Essequibo Region. Southwest Guyana
5 am.

Looking through a pair of night-vision binoculars...an armed guard at the cattle ranch scanned the horizon over the vast Rupununi Savannah from his post atop a grain silo. The owner of the cattle ranch had instructed him to keep a lookout for the arrival of a very special guest. As he continued to monitor the dark sky which was becoming lighter as dawn slowly approached..the watchman fixed his gaze on an aircraft which was approaching the ranch from the east.

"Outpost one to Main House...Tell the boss his guest has arrived..." reported the guard over his walkie-talkie. He watched what appeared to be some kind of jet plane approaching..but it was like nothing he had ever seen before in his life. Its exterior almost looked like the pelt of an ocelot..regarded as the foremost predator in Guyana. Even way out here in the Rupununi..far away from the urban centres of the country..they heard tales about this plane..as well as its pilot.

The guard's radio call initiated a flurry of activity on the ground..as several other guards...all armed with high-powered rifles and handguns..came running from the large two storey mansion that was the main house of the ranch and from some smaller buildings which surrounded it. They stood with their rifles cocked and at the ready...as the mystic-powered Oce-Jet slowly descended into the vast yard in the centre of the main compound of the ranch. Dust swirled around the plane as it gently touched down in the yard...and then settled as its engines slowly died down. Ten guards surrounded the Oce-Jet keeping their weapons trained on the cockpit. A woman with short curly black hair..dressed in a shirt..bluejeans and boots..carrying a cage and a gas mask strolled out of the mansion. She was followed closely behind by two men...and they walked towards the Oce-Jet.

The woman's name was Rhea Partheesingh..a Guyanese national who was a former operative with the CIA who had now gone rogue..offering her services to the highest bidder. The two men were of German descent and were infamous in the criminal underworld of Guyana. The smaller man with thinning brown hair was called Werner. The tall, muscular blonde man was named Reinhard. Both men were the hired bodyguards of deceased business magnate..who secretly like them..was a Neo Nazi. Climbing a ladder placed on the side of the Oce-Jet..Rhea climbed on to the starboard wing and walked over to the cockpit. She put on the gas mask and opened the canopy..some fumes of yellowish gas escaped into the air. Behind her gas mask..Rhea smiled as the sight she had the privilege to see.

Slumped in the pilot seat of the incredible aircraft...was the brave, beauteous and buxom champion of justice..known throughout Guyana as...OCELOT WOMAN. Her head sagged against her right shoulder. Her beautiful face partially hidden by strands of her long mane of glossy black hair. Her slender muscled arms dangled limply on either side of her curvaceous upper torso. The sexy Guyanese Amazon's long muscular legs were spread wide open below her small, curvy waist..her erotic bare feet flat on the floor of the cockpit. Hearing some hissing noises inside the cockpit..Rhea placed the cage on the passenger seat directly behind the pilot's seat where Ocelot Woman sat unconscious. Three golden lancehead snakes slithered into the cage. "Uuhhhhhhhhh..." sighed the buxom masked beauty as a fourth snakes unwrapped itself from around her large brown breasts..relieving the tension that had been there for hours...and joined the other snakes in the cage.

Rhea parted the spaghetti thin straps of the thin translucent ocelot pelt leotard which barely covered Ocelot Woman's curvaceous and muscular brown body. She smiled at the huge brown mounds of her awesome chest which gleamed with a hazy aura from the snake oil which had been rubbed over them..to administer a potent aphrodesiac and truth serum to them..especially to her famous puffy black nipples and areolas...which were glossy and hard as diamonds. "Nhhhhh...Nhhhhh.."sighed the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman as Rhea placed a stethoscope over each of her hardened nipples but offered no resistance to her examination of her large brown breasts.

As she came down from the plane..with the snakes in the cage...Rhea removed her gas mask and approached Werner and Reinhard. "There is nothing to fear...Ocelot Woman has been overwhelmed by the snakes' venom gas and special oil rubbed into her big breasts...She will stay unconscious for hours..Take her inside the house and ensure she is comfortable...Mr Goddard will want to chat with her when she wakes up..." said Rhea to the Neo-Nazi gunmen.

Reinhard mounted the starboard wing of the plane ..reached into the cockpit and lifted the unconscious Ocelot Woman out in his arms. The guards cheered as they watched her head loll backwards..her eyes tightly closed in the slits of the ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face. Her mane of long glossy black hair hanging limp. Her slender muscled arms dangled limply on either side of her curvaceous and muscular brown body. They cheered particularly at the sight of her large brown breasts..capped at their summits by black nipples and areolas which were glossy and hard as diamonds..fully exposed and gleaming with a hazy aura.

Reinhard slung the sleeping Guyanese Amazon over his right shoulder as he climbed down from the Oce-Jet and carried her inside the mansion. Having encountered her numerous times in the past..the burly Neo Nazi made sure that frequently..he rubbed Kim's exposed breasts against his body.. to keep her puffy black nipples and areolas aroused..ensuring that she did not regain her super powers and that she stayed unconscious. "Quickly..Move her plane inside..Keep it out of sight..No one must know zat ze Ocelot fraulein is our guest here..." instructed Werner and the ten guards rolled the Oce-Jet inside a nearby barn and closed the doors...just as dawn was about to break over the vast Rupununi Savannah.

Georgetown, Guyana. 9 am

Stabroek News editor-in-chief Bruce Kandivas was a concerned man as he looked out the interior window of his office into the main newsroom of the paper. He focused on the empty desks in the newsroom which belonged to the newspaper's top investigative journalist Kim Parmasar and its ace photographer Johnny Chan. Walking back to his desk..Bruce picked up a copy of the paper's morning edition where the lead story was Ocelot Woman saving exiled Surinamese politician Walter Rooney from some assassins hired to kill him aboard the Silver Bullet express train and some snakes which mysteriously found their way on board. Although Kim was on board the train...she was not amongst the passengers who were picked up by the military and brought back to Georgetown.

Former New York City detective Karl Misawa...the US Embassy's security liasion officer who was assigned to head the security detail for Rooney..had told the press upon their return to Georgetown all about Ocelot Woman's heroic exploits in saving them. Misawa had also informed them that the sexy Guyanese Amazon had told him that it was Kim who had raised the alarm about the threat to Rooney's safety and that she was safe. If that were so..pondered Bruce...then why was Kim not at her desk this morning..did not answer any calls to her apartment or cell phone..and he had to write the lead story himself. Equally disturbing was Johnny's disappearance which happened not long after the Silver Bullet departed the town of Linden for its first and last trip.

Bruce's journalistic instincts told him that something was amiss but he just couldn't figure out what it was. He knew he needed help and picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number he knew by heart. "Detective Misawa...This is Bruce Kandivas at the Stabroek News..I need to meet with you on a very urgent matter which requires the utmost confidentiality.." said the veteran newsman.

To be continued.