New Ocelot Woman in New York Story 5

Lower East Side, New York City
8 pm

"Uhhhhh" groaned former New York City police detective Karl Misawa awoke with a throbbing pain to the back of his head. His head reeling with pain as his mind tried to make sense of the rapid sequence of events which had led to his current predicament. He remembered having dinner with Christie Lee..the 20 year old sister of his deceased former partner Detective Sandra Lee..then talking with her as they took a stroll through Columbus Park in Chinatown. Their reunion and reacquaintance with each other was rudely interrupted by four masked hoodlums who..for some reason which Karl could not put his finger on...seemed to have personal knowledge about him...notwithstanding the fact that he had been away from New York. He was thankful that Christie was able to get away...and she was safe.

As he regained consciousness...and allowed the throbbing sensation in the back of his head to subside...Karl tried to figure out who was it who had kidnapped him and why. The gradual subsiding of the pain..allowed the former NYPD detective to realise that he was in a sitting position. He tried to move..but soon discovered his hands were cuffed behind his back to the metal chair he was sitting on. Cuffs on his ankles also bound him to the chair. Then he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching him through the prevailing darkness. The distinct scent of salt in the air..made Karl realise he was on the waterfront...possibly inside of a warehouse. "Where am I?...Who's there?!" said Karl into the darkness...in the direction of the approaching footsteps.

"Well, well, well...I heard talk you were back in town Misawa...Never thought you'd have the balls to come back..ever since you skipped out for South America.." quipped a man's voice. Karl heard footsteps approach him from behind and then felt someone grab hold of his hair and pull his head back..as a figure materialised out of the darkness in front of him. Notwithstanding the throbbing pain in the back of his head from his earlier capture...the former New York city cop could make out the facial features of the man who now stood in front of him. He had aged considerably over the last four years since Karl had left New York for Guyana in pursuit of Bill Wilkins after his partner and lover Sandra Lee had been murdered by Bill. Still his face and his voice were fresh in Karl Misawa's memory as if it were only yesterday.

"Carpenter..." said Karl grimly as he glared at the man standing in front of him. In response the man punched Misawa solidly in the jaw with his right fist..sending his senses reeling once again..complementing the blow he received to the back of his head. "That's Captain Carpenter to you punk!..A lots happened since you skipped town and got lost down in South America!" snarled Carpenter as he opened a silver metal briefcase which he was carrying in his right hand. "Haven't changed a bit have you Carpenter?!...Still playing both sides of the law...for your own gain..What the hell do you want with me?!" quipped Karl as he strained in futility to break the handcuffs which bound his hands behind his back and to the chair he was sitting on.

"Actually..I'm in charge of our old squad now...the 13th Precinct..but what I wanna knowis... why you're back in New York?!" snarled Carpenter as he pulled out a hypodermic needle from the case. Karl felt strong hands holding his arms behind the chair...and knew it had to be one of the goons with the corrupt NYPD captain standing in front of him...probably another crooked cop to boot..thought Misawa as Carpenter filled the needle with a clear solution from a bottle which was also inside of the briefcase. "Cool it Carpenter...I'm here visiting the old neighbourhood...but seeing that my being back makes you so nervous...I'll find out what's got you so jumpy!" quipped Karl. "Wrong Misawa!..The only one who's gonna do any singing...is you!!" snarled Carpenter as he stabbed Karl in the left side of his neck with the needle.

"Aarrgh!!!" groaned Karl feeling the sharpness of the needle as it plunged into his neck. The brief, sharp shooting pain was instantly replaced by an overwhelming sense of nausea and the former New York cop felt as if the whole world was spinning out of control all around him. He shook his head violently from side to side but the effects of the drug which the corrupted police captain had injected into his bloodstream was far too strong to resist. Karl's head bobbed up and down as he struggled to maintain his senses...but soon realised he was fighting a losing battle as the potent drug was rapidly overwhelming him. Carpenter stepped backwards..putting the hypodermic needle and the bottle containing the liquid drug back inside the briefcase.

"Do you recognise this?!..This is the reason you nearly had me kicked out of the force!" growled Carpenter as he showed the briefcase to the drugged former NYPD detective. "After Bill Wilkins fled the country...After he wasted your partner..You testified against me to the Chief...You were always jealous of my skills as a cop...You were jealous of my interrogation tactics and the results I got outta them...I had many results. I always got the information needed from the suspects... The fact that they didn't survive my interogation is just a small detail..." snarled Carpenter to Karl..who felt darkness slowly descending upon him and knew that he could not stop it from overwhelming him. "I don't know why you came back Misawa...but I don't want you here in New York...messing around on my turf...Now you'll be acquainted in person with the Carpenter Method!" snarled Carpenter.

"Uhhhhh..Can't think...Everything slowing down...Going black..." groaned Karl as his head sagged between his shoulders and his breathing started to become ragged and strained. "Normally I use a small dose of my special cocktail to get my victims taking...but in this case...I gave you three times the normal dosage...You can't fight it Misawa...It'll kill you dead as a doornail in 15 minutes.." sneered Carpenter as he watched Karl's body slowly go limp in the chair before him. Preoccupied by the thought of finally witnessing the demise of Karl Misawa..the corrupt NYPD captain was taken completely by surprise as a shapely figure somersaulted out of the surrounding darkness inside of the warehouse towards him.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" cried the female vigilante called RED DRAGON as she alighted right in front of Eric Carpenter. "What?!!..You!!...Stop...Ugghhh!!" groaned as the Maiden of the Martial Arts drove the ball of her stocking clad right foot into the gut of the corrupt NYPD captain...before he could draw his service revolver..sending him crashing into a pile of wooden crates nearby. Another crooked cop..who had been restraining Karl from behind to allow his boss Carpenter to drug him..advanced towards Red Dragon..drawing his pistol from under his jacket. "I'll fix you bitch...Unnghh!!" as the curvaceous chinawoman disarmed him with a right hand chop to his left wrist causing his gun to go flying out of his hand.

Before he could act...the ball of her left foot blotted out his vision as it slammed hard into the middle of his face...dropping him to the ground. The cries of Carpenter and his follower...brought two more of the crooked cops who were on Carpenter's payroll running. In a single swift motion..Red Dragon reached into the utility belt that was wrapped around her shapely waist...pulled out a couple of her special darts and flung them at the oncoming cops. "Aaahhh!!!.Ullhhhh!!!" they groaned as one dart lodged in the left thigh of one cop...while the other lodged itself in the right arm of the other cop. They both fell to the ground...stunned within a matter of seconds. "The special tranquiliser on my Dragon Claws will keep you boys out of action for enough time that I need" quipped Red Dragon as she turned her attention to their captive.

Kneeling behind the chair in a manner which made her small but pert breasts accentuate underneath her black kevlar body suit...defining the red dragon insignia between them...the curvaceous chinawoman...used one of her dragon claws to pick the lock of the cuffs that were binding Karl's hands behind his back. "Uhhhh" groaned Misawa as his body slid off the chair. He would have hit the ground...had Red Dragon not acted swiftly to catch his larger, more muscular frame. "The drug in Karl's system is acting quickly...I've got to act even faster if I'm going to save him..." thought the Maiden of the Martial Arts..as she saw Carpenter and his three men beginning to recover from the effects of her Dragon Claws. Reaching into her utility belt again...Red Dragon dropped a pair of smoke bombs on the ground..inches away from her stocking clad feet.

By the time the smoke cleared..and Carpenter and his men were able to regain their senses...Red Dragon had disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared...and Karl Misawa had vanished with her. "Damn it!!...I'll find that masked bitch..and make her pay...slowly..painfully for messing around in my business!!" vowed the corrupt New York police captain..shaking his fists in the air.


24 hours later.
Ellis Island.
10 am

Hundreds of people had gathered and were continuing to southern side of the island. The occasion was the annual Thorne Price regatta in which some of the best yachts in New York state competed against each other and the proceeds of the victor went to a charity of his or her choice. However every year the victor was the same person...the host of the regatta...billionaire industrial czar and philanthropist...Gunther Thorne Price himself. Also competing in the event was his son and heir to his corporate empire...Fabian Thorne Price. However on this occasion..even as the spectators gathered to find the best vantage spots to view the race...Fabian had other thoughts on his mind...as his 80 year old father..arrived at the docks...in the company of Guyana's Stabroek News duo of investigative journalist Kim Parmasar and ace photojournalist...Johnny Chan.

On their honeymoon in New York City...Kim and Johnny had suddenly found themselves in the middle of a major news story involving Gunther Thorne Price and were determined to get to the bottom of it. However Kim and Johnny had other reasons for getting involved with the billionaire industrialist. In her super-powered alter-ego as OCELOT WOMAN...the sexy Amazon of Guyana...Kim wanted to find out why her longstanding enemies...the Neo Nazi mercenaries named Werner and Reinhard were in New York..as well as why they had targeted Gunther.

Knowing neither of them had the means to hatch and execute such a massive operation...Kim was determined to know who they were working for..and she was yet to be convinced the duo was working for the Chinese triad called the Black Tigers..which Gunther claimed had targeted him. Werner and Reinhard had been the hired bodyguards of a man who had been Kim's main arch nemesis as Ocelot Woman..now deceased business magnate and Neo Nazi kingpin...Bill Wilkins. Even now...Kim could recall the many ingenuous ways...Bill managed to outwit her as Ocelot Woman...exploiting the vulnerability of her big brown breasts to sex..in order to knock her unconscious and take her captive.

On each of those occasions...Kim knew she had no choice but to succumb..but she always managed to defeat him in the end as Ocelot Woman. Wilkins had met his end in a prison break from Guyana's Essequibo Island penetentiary..but his Neo Nazi subordinates had apparently managed to elude the long arm of the law in Guyana and had been hiding out in New York since then. For Johnny...apart from his love and concern for his superheroine wife and her safety...he was driven by his longstanding rivalry with Fabian Thorne Price...which had its roots when they were young men in college. With two of a cadre of high-priced call girls attached on each of his arms...Fabian glared at Johnny as he approached..in the company of his father Gunther..and Johnny's wife Kim. "Why are they here?!" yelled Fabian.

"Don't be rude to my guests Fabian!..Display some decorum and dignity as I've taught you to do when you are in public!" snapped Gunther. "Yes...Father..." replied Fabian..humbling himself as he always did whenever his father spoke. "That's more appropriate...Allow me to introduce them...Miss Kim Parmasar...investigative journalist from the Stabroek News newspaper of Guyana...and I believe you already know her husband Mr Johnny Chan..the top photojournalist from the Stabroek News...they will be accompanying me on my boat as guests...as part of an agreement with a mutual associate..." said Gunther as he introduced Kim and Johnny to Fabian. Kim smiled briefly at her husband...knowing how good he felt to see Fabian publicly humbled. She had to admit that she enjoyed that sight too.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Kim asked her husband rhetorically..giving him a knowing look...as they boarded Gunther's yacht. "Come on honey.. Cut me a little slack will you?" replied Johnny with a grin as he looked into his wife's deep brown eyes. "Oh all right..but just this once...Remember..there's a big story here...and it might require me to make an appearance later as Ocelot Woman.." replied Kim in whisper and Johnny nodded in agreement. "Miss Parmasar...Mr Chan..Welcome aboard...if you'll do my the pleasure of joining me on the bridge..we'll get underway.. said business magnate Gunther Thorne Price as he welcomed them on board his yacht. As Kim and Johnny boarded the vessel...Neo Nazi villainess Karen Lagerfeld observed them through a pair of long range binoculars. "Prepare to execute the plan when the race is underway" said Karen into her walkie-talkie. "Ja!..It will be done" said the voice of her loyal aide Werner.

Out in the middle of New York Harbor..just south of Liberty Island...the two yachts went head to head...with a thick fog hovering inches above the surface of the water. While her husband Johnny Chan was outside on the deck of Gunther's yacht taking photos of the crew in action and of Fabian's yacht trailing behind...Kim Parmasar interviewed Gunther on the bridge ot the yacht. "So Mr Thorne-Price...Why do you think this Black Tiger triad is trying to kill you?...You seemed very concerned about them...which I find somewhat curious for a man of your wealth, power and status here in New York City...I'm sure you have many powerful allies...Yet you remain concerned this may not be enough to protect you from this Chinese criminal organisation..Why?" asked Kim.

Gunther looked at her with raised eyebrows. Kim Parmasar was very alert and astute..as her reputation as Guyana's top investigative newspaper journalist did her justice. "You're very insightful Miss Parmasar..Your friend Ocelot Woman alluded that you would be..I did what I had to...in order to acquire my wealth..power..build by corporate empire into what it is today...some times laws had to be broken in order to do this...but now..as I prepare to bequeath my empire to my only heir Fabian..who I admit to you..has not met many of my expectations for him...this new threat of the Black Tiger triad has emerged...thwarting my ability to acquire the properties I need in Chinatown to open the industries that will take my empire into the next century.." explained Gunther.

"They are like no other adversary I've faced before...all my legitimate..and not so legitimate options are being deployed to deal with them..but alas..I fear there may be traitors within my fold...People who will not rest until they see what I've built destroyed...crumbled into ruins...it is for this reason that I believe an outsider...like Ocelot Woman...with no ties to anyone in New York might be able to defeat the Black Tigers and their allies.. and save my empire from ruin" added the 80-year old industrialist. "That still doesn't answer my question..What exactly is it about them that you fear Mr Thorne-Price?...What are the true nature of your plans which could attract such a powerful enemy?" asked Kim.

Before she could ask another question..or Gunther could respond to her...Kim felt a pair of familiar sensations underneath her top. "Ohh!! My Ocelot Nipples are tingling!!..I sense danger!!" thought Kim. Two seconds later..a powerful explosion caused the yacht to shudder violently...hurling Kim and Gunther across the bridge as the vessel listed hard to starboard. "Unngh!!" groaned Gunther as he hit his head against the control panel and lost consciousness. Kim would surely have suffered a similar outcome..were it not for her uncanny feline reflexes and agility as Ocelot Woman.

As the lady journalist checked Thorne-Price's vitals..and a deep cut on the left side of his head as a result of his fall..she felt the familiar tingling sensations underneath her shirt and sweater once again...the sounds of automatic gunfire being head on the deck of the stricken yacht.

"Mr Thorne-Price is unconscious and needs medical attention...but right now this boat is under attack from unknown assailants...my husband Johnny and the rest of the yacht's crew is in danger...time for Kim Parmasar to get out of these confining clothes and into action..as OCELOT WOMAN!" she resolved and ran out of the bridge. Slipping inside a nearby cabin and closing the door..Kim initiated her transformation into the Sexy Amazon of Guyana. Spinning on a single spot...her clothing and her body were enveloped in an aura of golden light. As her sweater..shirt..slacks..flat shoes..black silk bra and panties vanished..Kim sighed softly with pleasure as she was naked for a few seconds..as she spun...causing her brown body to become increasingly curvaceous and muscular as she spun.

A flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard slowly snaked over her.. barely covering the curvaceously, muscular body which Kim concealed with her baggy and conservative clothing. Her 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 large, 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.

After checking to see that her mask..her thin translucent leotard..her golden belt and lasso were in place...the mighty Ocelot Woman of Guyana emerged from the cabin and sprinted down the corridor of the listing yacht as she made her way towards the upper deck of the stricken vessel.. hearing the sounds of a raging battle taking place there. "Now that I am appropriately dressed for the occasion..I have to keep my darling husband from getting himself hurt..stop these pirates..whoever they are..and turn them over to the authorities!" resolved the busty Guyanese Amazon as she raced bravely into the fray...her big brown breasts bobbing and swaying sexily from side to side under her skimpy see-through attire..as she ran. Her muscular arms and legs moving in tandem..her long mane of glossy black hair trailing behind her.

Ocelot Woman emerged on the deck of the yacht..which was llisting starboard..rapidly taking on water from a gaping hole on the bow..to see a group of mercenaries..dressed in black clothing..boots..gloves..and ski masks to conceal their identities had boarded the yacht from three smaller speed boats..and were engaging Gunther's crew with Uzi submachine guns. The crew..who were also Gunther's bodyguards were also armed and were on the losing end of the gunfight..having been taken by surprise. Kim brown eyes moved in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask as she scanned the foggy surroundings..and her famous puffy black nipples and areolas..tingled sharply as she spotted her husband Johnny as he battered a mercenary with repeated punches to the head and gut..not knowing another mercenary..was taking aim at his back with an Uzi.

"Johnny!!..Look out!!" cried Ocelot Woman as she flexed her muscular thighs and literally leapt to the aid of her husband. Hearing her voice..the mercenary turned to shoot the big breasted Guyanese superwoman but was too slow. He grunted in pain as the ball of her erotic left foot mad decisive contact with his jaw..sending him flying off the yacht and into the dark green waters of New York Harbor. "Thanks babe!..I was wondering when you'd join the party!" quipped Johnny before Kim grabbed hold of his right arm and pulled them into some cover as three more mercenaries fired their weapons at them. Johnny stole a quick glance at his superheroine wife's big brown breasts as they heaved up and down in front of him before looking up into her brown eyes.

"Whoever wants to kill Gunther Thorne-Price isn't worried about attracting attention...Attacking him in broad daylight like this..Who are these people Kim?" Johnny whispered. "That is what I plan to find out Johnny...Gunther's in the bridge and injured...I need you to stay with him while I deal with these mercenaries..." replied Ocelot Woman. Johnny saw the steely resolve in her brown eyes in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask and knew he would not be able to persuade her to do otherwise. "Okay honey...but be careful..." said Johnny. "For you lover...Always" replied Ocelot Woman as she planted a quick kiss on her husband's lips before returning to the battle as he made tracks towards the bridge and Gunther Thorne-Price.

Leaping into the fray...Ocelot Woman felled a mercenary with a right hand karate chop to the throat. As he fell senseless at her erotic bare feet..the buxom masked beauty sent another mercenary hurtling over the port side of the stricken yacht with a solid left jab to the face. "Ohh my Ocelot Nipples tingling!!..I am sensing danger!!" cried Kim as she leapt out of the path of bullets fired from the Uzis of two more mercenaries as they attacked her. Flexing her large muscular thighs..the sexy Amazon of Guyana launched herself at her opponents as they reloaded their Uzis. They were too slow to react.. and the balls of her left and right erotic bare feet..connected with their jaws..putting them out of action.

With Gunther's crew lying dead atop the decks of the sinking yacht..Ocelot Woman was the last source of opposition for the mercenaries. However the big breasted Guyanese superwoman was proving to be too hot for them to handle. Grabbing a mercenary by his left wrist..she effortlessly hurled him over her right shoulder..using him as a weapon to take out another mercenary who was trying to sneak up on her from behind. Spinning around..she distracted another mercenary with the glint off the gold anklet tied inches above her left ankle as her erotic left foot was planted hard in his chest. A flurry of rapid fire punches from the sexy Amazon of Guyana felled another two mercenaries.

However Ocelot Woman did not realise that two mercenaries had separated from the group she was fighting on the deck of Gunther's sinking yacht and were making their way to the bridge. As she dispatched another two mercenaries...did the busty Guyanese Amazon become aware of this. "Ohh!!..My Ocelot Nipples are tingling!!..Danger!!..Johnny's in trouble..I have to..." said Ocelot Woman as she turned on the balls of her erotic bare feet..about to run to the aid of her husband. Concerned about Johnny...the sexy Amazon of Guyana failed to realise that her famous puffy black nipples were warning her of another..more imminent threat..as a figure in black..raised a pistol with a large muzzle in her direction..and pulled the trigger.

Ocelot Woman felt a gentle tap in the space between the large mounds of her broad chest...and then. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH!!!!!!" cried the big breasted Guyanese superwoman as her awesome chest was rocked by a powerful explosion..with the force of ten thousand tonnes of dynamite...knocking her off her erotic bare feet..her muscular arms and legs flailing wildly in the air before she landed hard on her back atop the hard wooden deck of Gunther Thorne Price's yacht. Her muscular arms were flung limp past her head..while her muscular legs were spread wide open below her small curvy waist...the toes of her erotic bare feet twitching helplessly as the powerful explosion hit her exactly where her enemies knew the most damage could be done.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuunh...My Ocelot Breasts.....Uuuuuuuuuuunh...in so much pain...Uuuuuuuuuuunh...I have been shot...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh..An explosive device...like nothing I have ever experienced....Uuuuuuuuuunh...force of the explosion on my Ocelot Breasts...together with cold air of New York harbor....conspiring against me...Uuuuuuuuunh...making my Ocelot Nipples...so...hhh..hhh..h..aaaaaaaaaarr..d...Uuuuuuuuuunh
...if anyone plays with my Ocelot Nipples in this state..I will have no choice...but to fall asleep...Uuuuuuuuh...such a low blow..Uuuuuuuuuuh..who is responsible for this...Uuuuuuuh..Uuuuuuuh.." moaned the sexy Amazon of Guyana..struggling desperately to stay conscious as a familiar figure loomed over her.

"Hello Ocelot Woman darling...It's been a long time.." sneered the blonde haired white woman who stood over the busty Guyanese Amazon as she lay helpless on the deck. "Uuuuuuuuh...Karen...Karen Lagerfeld...We meet..again..What have you done to me...Uuuuuuuh..My Ocelot Breasts...hurt so much...the pain is making my Ocelot Nipples..become..so..hh..hh..hh...aaaaaa..rr..d...I feel..so sleepy..Uuuuuuuuuh..I feel..so weak..I..I cannot move...It is so hhh..hhh..aaarrr.d...to stay..awake..." moaned Kim...who was too weak..and too sleepy from the grenade blast she took in her big brown breasts to do anything except watch her old enemy push aside the spaghetti-thin straps of her thin translucent ocelot pelt leotard..to reveal the huge brown mounds of her amazing chest.

Karen grinned as she admired the beauty of the big brown breasts of the sexy Amazon of Guyana..especially her famous puffy black nipples and areolas which were erect and hard as concrete as a result of the stun grenade which Karen had shot. "It has been a long time my dear..and I've dreamed of caressing you big boobs for quite some time now.." sneered the Neo-Nazi villainess as she rubbed Kim's ..throbbing hard and erect puffy black nipples and areolas..with her thumbs. "Uuuuuuuuuh...I am getting so sleepy Karen Lagerfeld..Stop playing with my Ocelot Nipples..Uuuuuuuh..getting so tired...No..Uuuuuuuh..must not go to sleep..must help Johnny..Gunther Thorne-Price" moaned the busty Guyanese Amazon..her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask..the toes of her erotic bare feet twitching.. as she struggled to remain conscious.

Karen smiled as she saw the famous puffy black nipples and areolas of her arch enemy's big brown breasts respond to her touch..hardening even further as she fondled them. "Oh..I yes that you big boobs remember how my hands feel..Already you are succumbing to the effects that my charming fingers have on them...but consider yourself fortunate Ocelot Woman that I don't have the time to deal with you at this moment...but for old times sake..." sneered Karen and reached into a pouch attached to the belt she wore around her waist..and retrieved a small aerosol spray.

Pressing the button at the top of the spray...Karen Lagerfield grinned as she sprayed a fine liquid mist over each of the exposed famous puffy black nipples and areolas of the sexy Amazon of Guyana...which made them become as shiny and hard as diamonds. "Uuuuuuuunh...Karen...Uuuuuuunh...You are spraying chloroform on my Ocelot Nipples...Uuuuuuuuunh...that is making me very weak...and..Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh..very
..very...Uuuuuuuuuh...sleepy...Uuuuuuuuuuuh..You are the first person...to knock me out in my career...at the hospital in Guyana...first to know that my Ocelot Nipples...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...have no defence against chloroform...Uuuuuuuuh...my poor Ocelot Breasts..Uuuuuuuuh..shot with a grenade...cold New York air...tickling my aching Ocelot Nipples into hardness...and now...Uuuuuuuuh..my favorite sleep drug on my Ocelot Nipples...Too much...cannot hold on...You are a master at making me...weak...sleepy..and....Uuuuuuunnnn..cooonnn..scioussssss" cooed the mighty Amazon of Guyana as her head rolled against her right shoulder..her brown eyes closed in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask..and she passed out.

Karen Lagerfeld stood triumphantly over the defeated Ocelot Woman as she lay flat on her back..her great brown breasts exposed in all their naked glory..her muscular arms flung past her head..her muscular legs spread wide apart beneath her small curvy waist..her erotic bare feet angled away from each other..as she lay trapped in a stupor of sex and sleep...her famous puffy black nipples and areolas made harder than concrete by the stun grenade...the cold harbor air and the chloroform..which all conspired to render her unconscious. Werner and Reinhard approached Karen as she stared at the defeated Guyanese Amazon who was sleeping peacefully before her. "The charges are set Mistress Karen..We take der Ocelot Woman with us?" asked Werner.

"Nein..She will stay here...She has an important role to play in our plans.." replied Karen as she and her Neo Nazi companions..boarded their speedboats...and departed the stricken yacht. Moments after they left...an explosion was heard below the decks and and more water began to fill the yacht's interior..hastening its descent into the depths of New York Harbor. Trapped inside the bridge with a barely alive Gunther Thorne-Price..with water rapidly filling the bridge..threatening to drown them...Johnny Chan called out to his superheroine wife who lay unconscious topside. "Ocelot Woman!!..Help us!!" yelled Johnny as he pounded on the sealed door of the bridge.

To be continued.