Ocelot Woman 1940

British Guiana, 1940

Hidden away deep in the jungles of this South American nation...the ancient Amerindian tribe known as the Changra had lived a peaceful existence for centuries. However the world outside of their jungle realm was a world at war...and an ancient prophecy had foretold that one of their number would leave the jungle and venture into the civilised part of British Guiana to bring peace, truth and justice to the country. So it was that the old wise chief of the Changra stood in the company of the tribe's council of elders..as a young woman with long, thick black hair which gleamed with a heavenly lustre..and a shapely body barely confined by her native dress. "I am ready..Father..." said Rehanna...Princess of the Changra and the chief's only daughter. "The spirits have spoken...You are chosen my daughter to go forth into the world of man..to bring back to them..that which they have lost in the violence that now consumes them...Use the gifts that the spirits have given you wisely..but be warned Rehanna...You are naive in the ways of man...Be warned against their treachery..for they will try to bend you to serve their evil desires..." said the Chief. "I will not fail in my mission Father..." replied the young Amerindian princess.

One week later

It had been a long day at the Daily News..the sole leading newspaper in the South American nation of British Guiana. the paper's offices in the capital Georgetwon were virtually deserted..except for young junior reporter Rehanna Maraj...a new employee at the newspaper. The 20-year-old woman removed her large rimmed spectacles and rubbed her tired brown eyes. Rehanna had been at her typewriter practically every day since she joined the paper a week ago. Her boss only wanted her to do small jobs and there was not much news to report with crime in the city being low due to the presence of British troops in the country because of the war. Their presence aroused her curiousity as well as trying to understand why they were fighting against a group of persons who called themselves the Nazis and seemed determined to conquer the outside world. As she settled into her new life in the bustling urban metropolis of Georgetown..far removed from her tranquil jungle home...Rehanna thought thought dreamily about the time an a handsome, blonde haired British officer who once paid a visit to the newspaper's office.

Rehanna later learned that his name was Colonel Jack Hamilton and he was with British Army Intelligence. Gathering her things, Rehanna switched off her desk lamp and walked out of the office...on her way back home to the modest apartment in the city which she found to rent. Meanwhile att Army Intelligence headquarters on the other side of the city... Hamilton was also preparing to leav for the night. While this part of the world was not actively involved in the war... Hamilton had received information from London that Nazi agents could be undertaking subversive activities in South America and he had to be on the alert. He packed his notes into his briefcase and walked out to his car. As Hamilton drove away..he had no idea that eyes were watching him from the shadows. Minutes after his car drove away from Army Intelligence Headquarters.. another car pulled out of a sidestreet..and followed him, at a safe distance.

The clicking sound of Rehanna's hees against the concrete echoed as she made her way to the small apartment which she called home. It was nothing compared to what her real home was like. The baggy blouse, skirt and shoes she was wearing felt unusual to the Amerindian princess who was used to wearing less rather than more clothing. As she neared her apartment..Rehanna suddenly felt her dark brown nipples shoot to attention under her blouse. "Ohhh..My nipples are becoming hard...the spirits are telling me there is danger..and I must act.." said Rehanna as she ran into the shadows of a nearby sidestreet. Finding a dark, isolated spot there.....the young woman started to spin..initiating an amazing transformation which she had been granted by the Amerindian spirits. Her shoes vanished..revealing a pair of feet which were bare and erotic to the eye. Her blouse and skirt faded..briefly revealing a curvaceous and muscular light brown body. A pair of plump well-rounded breasts, strong arms and legs being some of its most impressive features.

Rehanna was not naked for long as a new attire which she had been chosen to wear in times of need appeared. A single strap ocelt pelt leotard barely covered Reanna's beautiful body. The strap going over her left shoulder. A golden belt with a small golden lasso, adorned her small waist. Her ponytail loosened.. sending herglossy black raven tresses cascading on to her smooth cream-colored shoulders. Rehanna closed her brown eyes as an ocelot pelt mask stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face.. to conceal her identity.
The Amerindian princess opened her brown eyes and they glowed with resolve in the slits of the mask. She now stood in the guise of her secret identity of OCELOT WOMAN ready for her first battle against the forces of evil...which had placed Colonel Jack Hamilton in a grim predicament. Ocelot Woman raced out of the shadows..her large breasts bobbing sensuously under her skimpy leotard...which each stride of her muscular legs..her slender muscled arms working in tandem...her flowing mane of black hair flailing in the night air as she ran.

Jack Hamilton found his vehicle blocked in front and back by two cars on a road leading out of the city. Five African men, all armed with guns, were encircling his vehicle like vultures. "Can't let those blokes get their hands on the documents.." thought Jack as he tightened his grip on his service revolver. The British soldiers realised that this had to be what these armed thugs were after..since the whole thing seemed to be planned. The thugs inched closer to his car. "Get out!" one of them growled as he aimed his pistol at Jack whose grip tightened on his gun..ready to draw it from his holster. Before the British officer could act..he was startled by the sudden appearance of the most beautiful and curvaceous woman, he had ever seen in British Guiana..wearing a body-hugging ocelot skin leotard. Ocelot Woman nimbly leapt over the hood of one of the thugs' cars and drove the ball of her right foot solidly into the gut of the gun-totiny thug who moments earlier was threatening him.

Jack was in awe at how she moved with incredible speed and agility..as the other thugs moved to subdue her. She watched her large breasts jiggle under her leotard as she grabbed one thug by his shirt collar and effortlessly fling him through the air. Ocelot Woman evaded another's lunge and felled him with a right fist to the jaw. A rapid flurry of punches and kicks dispatched the remaining two thugs. Jack Hamilton emerged from his car to see all of them lying on the ground..either unconscious or moaning in pain. "Are you all right Colonel Hamilton?" asked Ocelot Woman as she turned to face the British officer. She placed her hands on her shapely hips and spread her mighty legs slightly apart. This caused her large breasts to swell under her skimpy costume and Jack was briefly distracted by a rush of heat below his waist. "Uh..yes..I am miss..er..I don't believe I know..your name.." he stuttered as he got out of the car and admired his rescuer's handiwork.

"My name is Ocelot Woman.. and I fight for justice.." replied Rehanna with a broad smile on her beautiful face and stating the obvious. "Thank you..I was in quite a bind..until you showed up..." Jack said gratefully. "These men were obviously trying to trap you..." continued Ocelot Woman who felt her nipples stiffen ever so slightly under her leotard as she looked at the British colonel. Suddenly, one of the thugs leapt to his feet and dashed off. "He's trying to get away.." yelled Jack. " Do not worry..he shall not get far.." the raven-haired beauty assured him as she reached for her lasso. Her shapely hips rotated erotically as the lasso was whirled over her head. Ocelot Woman flung her lasso forth and it snared the fleeing criminal around his upper torso. She confidently reeled him in like a prized fish and Jack noticed that the thug seemed to be gazed. "You must tell the truth..Why did you try to attack Colonel Hamilton?" Reanna stated forcefully. "Hired to get documents..kidnap Hamilton.." the thug replied.

"Blimey...how did you do that?" gasped Jack. "My lasso has special powers..it compels the wearer to tell the truth..No one can resist its powers.." explained Ocelot Woman. Turning back to the thug, the heroine continued her questioning. "Who hired you to commit this evil deed?" she asked. "Do not know.. received package..in mail..." the thug said. The sounds of the sirens approaching military police vehicles caught the heroine's attention. "The authorities will take care of these men...Farewell Colonel Hamilton..we shall meet again.." promised Ocelot Woman as she removed her lasso from the thug and made a swift departure before Jack could utter a word. In the weeks that followed... Ocelot Woman appeared throughout Georgetown to stop several crimes. The police arrived on the scene every time to find the villains beaten and bound. Jack Hamilton followed her exploits with keen interest in the pages of the Daily News. He was totally infatuated with her and wanted to know who she was.

While the new Superwoman of the Guianas was enjoying a wave of popularity with many citizens in British Guiana...there were others who were concerned about her appearance and determined to thwart her fight for justice. At his secluded sugar plantation outside of Georgetown, businessman Christian Drake was fuming. Few people knew that Drake was actually a deep cover agent for the Third Reich on a mission to destablise the Allies' war efforts. All of the criminals who were in jail courtesy of Ocelot Woman worked for him. So far neither the authorities nor the buxom heroine had been able to make the connection. "Thiis Vocelot Vuman..is a danger to our plans..she is drawing closer to us.." said Christian in an anxious tone as he sipped a glass of whiskey.

His female companion, a blonde-haired and blue-eyed woman named Elsa, approached him. " Have no fear my love...this female is gravely mistaken if she believes that she can defeat the Third Reich..I have been studying the fraulein's exploits in the press..and I have arranged the perfect setting for Vocelot Voman to be captured..." she told him. "Wunderbar!..Bring her to me!..I will want to have a talk with this Vocelot Vuman" replied Christian, his mood greatly improved. Two nights later, Rehanna Maraj was working late at the office when the telephone rang. "I have a message from Colonel Jack Hamilton...There is a plan..to kill the Governor...at the opera house tonight...He is asking for Ocelot Woman to meet him there...the sentry at the side entrance will be expecting her.." a female voice said on the other end of the line before it went silent.

"Jack needs the help of Ocelot Woman!..I must get to the opera.." resolved Rehanna as she put down the phone. Getting up from her desk..she wasted no time in spinning on a single spot to change out of her dowdy clothes into her more comfortable and flimsy attire of her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. Ocelot Woman smiled as she walked out of the newspaper office because she was silently eager to see the handsome British officer once more. Running at incredible speed across the rooftops of the city.. Ocelot Woman alighted to the street in front of the Royal Opera House and approached the side entrance..where a British military policeman was posted. He snapped to attention the second he saw her approaching. "You must be Ocelot Woman..Colonel Hamilton told me you were coming" said the constable. Rehanna felt her nipples tingle with warmth under her leotard at the constable's words.

"Yes..the Governor is in grave danger..Colonel Hamilton sent me a message to come here.." replied the Amerindian prin resting her hand on her hips. "Colonel's inside..in Box Number Four.." replied the constable as he opened the door for the heroine. "Thank you.." replied Ocelot Woman with a brief smile as she entered the opera house. Her big breasts bobbed and swayed under her leotard...as her erotic bare feet moved along the carpeted floor past a row of velvet curtains, behind which lay the reserved sections of the balcony, overlooking the stage. Rehanna soon found Box Number Four and made her way through the curtains. As she emerged through the curtains, she saw that the opera house was filled to capacity..with men dressed in tuxedos and women in evening gowns..all of them mesmerised by the music of the orchestra which wafted through the air

It was not long before the Amerindian princess..naive to the ways of the world outside of her tribe's jungle homeland..was also mesmerised by the opera music. Her head was filled with thoughts of the handsome British Army officer Colonel Jack Hamilton..whom she believed had summoned her to the Opera House.. Rehanna's brown eyes drooped sleepily as images of Hamilton in her mind..made her nipples stiffen under her skimpy leotard as she wandered aimlessly along the corridor of box seats. Ocelot Woman lowered her guard..completely forgetting why she was at the Opera House. In doing so..she played right into the hands of clever opponents who she did not know saw her as a threat to their plans. There was a brief flash of light which Rehanna never saw..until she looked down and could do nothing except watch as a gleaming object poked her in her large right breast. "Uunh.." said the Amerindian princess as she felt a sharp point penetrate the thin fabric of her leotard and strike her right nipple underneath. The pain was brief but within seconds..Ocelot Woman felt her temples start to throb and her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her mask. Her muscular legs wobbled beneath her slim waist.

"Ohhhhh..I am tired...so tired..." confessed Ocelot Woman as her slender muscled arms went limp and she staggered drunkenly along the carpeted corridor. Dazed and disoriented.. by the powerful drug that had been injected into her large right breast..the Superwoman of the Guianas offered no resistance as her arms were pulled behind her back and she was taken behind the thick curtains of one of the reserved boxes. Rehanna was made to sit in one of the chairs in the darkened box..her arms limp over the sides of the chair..her muscular legs spread wide open...her sexy toes twitching helplessly in a futile effort to shake the overwhelming fatigue that she was suddenly feeling. The Amerindian princess felt a hand grab the strap of her leotard and pull it off her left shoulder...causing her large light brown breasts..capped at their summits by thick dark brown nipples and areolas to bob and sway free from their earlier constraints. "My breasts have been exposed...Who dares...too sleepy..to fight back..." cooed Ocelot Woman as her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her mask as her head..pillowed by her long mane of black hair..rested on the back of the chair.

She was equally powerless to prevent her golden lasso from being removed from the golden belt that was entwined about her small, curvy waist. The golden strands of the lasso were looped repeatedly around her shapely bust and also used to pin the upper part of her arms against the sides of the chair. The lasso's magic instantly relaxed the busty crimefight..her brown eyes growing heavier with sleep..her large breasts rising and falling slower and slower as her breathing became deeper by the second. Instead of finding Jack Hamilton, the buxom heroine found an attractive blonde-haired woman dressed in a black evening gown staring her in the face. "Good evening Vocelot Vuman..I am told that this lasso forces you to tell the truth..?" asked Elsa. "Yes...I must obey..have no choice.." replied Rehanna was completely hypnotised. "Tell me who you are fraulein.." the female Nazi agent commanded. "I..I am Rehanna..Princess of the Changra tribe...I. was chosen by the Amerindian spirits..to fight against evil.. as Ocelot Woman.." confessed the sleepy Superwoman of the Guianas.

"You have great strength and agility..you must tell me..how you can be made weak and taken prisoner.." said Elsa. "I must be pure...to wield power of Ocelot..you must.. my breasts..never been touched..by a man must not..touch them...or.. I l lose... my powers...become tired...weak..." confessed Ocelot Woman. Elsa smiled wickedly at the buxom heroine's revelation as she watched her well-rounded creamy breasts, crowned at their summits by dark brown nipples and puffy areolas. "What..What..are you going to do..to me...?" sighed Ocelot Woman as her head nodded between her large breasts. Elsa reached into her purse and extracted a small jar which contained a white ointment. Removing the cover, she dipped her finger into the ointment and then meticulously applied it to the captured crime fighter's large rubbed it. Princess Rehanna felt her virgin breasts being invaded by feelings which were alien to her. The erogenous zones located within her awesome chest responded to the ointment. Her nipples becoming as hard as rocks as the ointment was massaged into her mighty chest.

"Uhuhh...Uhuhhh..powerful magic..makes..breasts..sooo tired...cannot resist..must surrender... want to be tamed..never..feel..this..way..before..." moaned Ocelot Woman, her sole resistance being her feet twitching in an erotic frenzy. "Foolish fraulein..did you really believe that a savage like you could defeat the might of the Third Reich..." gloated Elsa. "You...are...a Nazi...this..a trap...You are ..too smart for me...do not..fight fair...have to let you..capture me..." conceded the sleepy Amerindian princess. Rehanna's head reeled with dizziness and fatigue as Elsa continued to fondle her large mounds..massaging more of the strange ointment into the heroine's virgin nipples until they gleamed in the dark and were erect and as hard as bullets. While Elsa deftly drugged the beauteous Ocelot Woman into sleepy submission..the opera was nearing its conclusion. Elsa beckoned to an usher who was also a Nazi agent and he pulled a dark brown bottle out from his jacket. He poured its liquid contents into a thick white handkerchief.

Grabbing a fistful of Ocelot Woman's gorgeous raven tresses, he pulled her head back and clamped the handkerchief firmly over her nose and mouth. Rehanna's brown eyes widened in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask as a sickly sweet smell flooded her nostrils. "Sweet smell...it commands me.. to sleep..have fallen into trap..no escape..." conceded Ocelot Woman as the curtain fell on a night at the opera in Georgetown.

to be continued