The Black Ocelot

Guyana 1970
9 pm

Sixteen year old Clarice Jackson...took off her large rimmed glasses from her face...and closed her notebook as she heard the front door of their house in the town of Mahadia lock as her father...Bill Jackson...a captain with the Interior Force...a paramilitary police unit which was responsible for maintaining law and order in the wild interior of Guyana...leave the house to assume his duties...in command of a patrol vessel along the Essequibo River.

Standing at 5 feet 3 inches tall...of African descent with short curly black hair..and slender build...Clarice was an A-plus student at her high school...but a wallflower to the rest of the kids.In her spare time...she worked at an antique bookshop in town...and often helped her father filing away the many intelligence reports he brought home from work. Captain Jackson's duty took him away from home for long hours.
While he often worried about Clarice not having friends her own age...he was relieved that she was not an
adventurous teenage girl and not prone to getting herself into trouble.

However what the Interior Force officer did not know of a secret which Clarice had. Coming into the study...the teenage girl dutifully put away some files for her dad as always. However before doing so. She had memorised the contents of one file he had been analysing before leaving for duty."Daddy's worried about this marijuana trafficking ring...the reports say its operating right here in the jungle and
shipping drugs up river as far up as the capital...Georgetown" said Clarice as she put the files away in a cabinet.

The young girl's light brown eyes looked at a gold bracelet on her right wrist and she smiled. "The key to finding the traffickers is right in the file...I've found the clues...and now I'm going to find them and stop them.." resolved Clarice with a smile on her face.


10 pm
Under the cover of darkness...it's lights switched off...a boat made its way slowly to its destination...a factory located along the banks of the Essequibo River. Two East Indian men on a wooden jetty caught the lines cast by three East Indian men on the boat...as they docked their vessel. The men alighted on to the wooden dock and immediately started offloading the vessel's cargo. They were soon joined by eight more brawny East Indian men...who were led by a 60-year old man of Syrian descent..wearing a dapper grey suit.

His name was FAROUK FABRIQUE and he was a businessman of some repute from Georgetown. However unknown to most...he was also one of Guyana's biggest drug dealers...using his legitimate businesses as fronts for his criminal activity. Farouk was pleased as he gazed upon the crates containing clear plastic bags...which were taken out of the boat and placed inside of the factory. As they were opened...Fabrique smiled as he gazed upon plastic packages filled with top grade marijuana that was grown deep in the surrounding jungles by his people.

His scheme was to conceal the drug in the fabric of his carpets...the pieces of his furniture. The marijuana was then shipped to eager buyers in Guyana and then shipped overseas to the United States. Guyana customs officers were easy to bribe...as were certain members of Guyana's Police Force...and with his knowledge of certain smuggling routes in the jungle...making seemed like no one could stop him.
He was just about to give the order to prepare the marijuana for shipment when the skylight on the rooftop of the factory was shattered with a loud crash..sending shards of glass raining down into the factory.

The Syrian businessman looked up to see a shapely silhouette descending into the middle of his criminal enterprise. In the dimlight of the factory...he was surprised to see the intruder was a young girl...not more than 16 years...but like no teenage girl he had every seen before. She was African...with a smooth ebony body that was curvy and muscular...that was barely garbed by a thin black leotard...with a single strap on her right shoulder.

She sported a pair of huge round breasts...the outline of her right breast visible against the thin fabric of her flimsy leotard...which narrowed to a v between her large thighs..while her left breast threatened to pop out at any time. Her hair was black and glossy..falling on to her broad shoulders like a waterfall.
Her feet were bare and erotic to the eye...with neatly trimmed and glossy toenails. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists. Her hands were strong with slender fingers...also with glossy nails. A golden belt...with the head of an ocelot as its buckle...was entwined around her wide curvy waist. Her identity was hidden behind a thin black mask...with gold lightning trim which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face.

"I'm on to your business Mr Fabrique...I know all about your cloth...wood and drug smuggling!" said the young masked woman."I don't know who you are little girl but you made a big mistake coming here!" snarled the businessman. "You can call me BLACK OCELOT...and the one making the mistake is you!" declared the busty black heroine. "Get her boys...but no guns!...Don't want to attract attention!" ordered the businessman. His eight thugs charged towards their curvaceous opponent...determined to carry out their boss' orders.

"Time to have a going out of business sale!" quipped Black Ocelot...who was secretly Clarice Jackson... as she engaged the brawny East Indian thugs...whose ages ranged from 20 to 30 years. The buxom black crime fighterextended her muscular right leg. The ball of her erotic right foot connected with the jaw of one thug...sending him flying into a roll of stacked carpets. Extending her muscular arms on either side of her curvy upper torso... Black Ocelot knocked down two more thugs..driving her clenched fists into their jaws.

Whirling around...her huge round ebony mounds jiggling under her thin tight black leotard...Clarice grabbed the wrists of another East Indian before he could hit her with a blackjack. Swivelling on the balls of her erotic bare feet....Black Ocelot sent him flying through the air like a rag doll. He slammed into a nearby wall...then slid down to the floor...out for the count. The muscles on her curvaceous ebony body accentuated... the Top Heavy Titan leapt into the fray again.

A flurry of punches...knocked out another three thugs before they could use their knives on her.
Raising her muscular arms above her head...displaying her clean-shaven armpits...Black Ocelot leapt towards two oncoming thugs. They tasted the balls of her erotic left and right feet... which connected with their jaws...sending them rolling along the factory floor. "Come on Fabrique!...Your hired muscle is no match for my fighting skills...I'm not ven working up a sweat!" boasted the busty black heroine as she drove her right fist into the jaw of another thug...and he too went down like the others.

Brimming with teenage arrogance and overconfidence...Black Ocelot turned around as she sensed another opponent coming to attack her. As she whirled around to face this East Indian thug. Clarice's brown eyes widened with alarm in the slits of her black and gold mask...as she noticed the heavy wooden table leg...he held firmly in his hands. "You caught me napping!...No time to defend myself!" admitted the busty black heroine as she was unable to raise hermuscular arms in time to defend herself.

With a mighty heave...the brawny East Indian thug...planted his feet flat on the ground...as he swung the wooden leg like a baseball bat...driving it with tremendous force into the underside of Clarice..huge ebony breasts. The force of the blow was enough to lift the busty black heroine off her erotic bare feet...her sexy toes with their glossy toenails pointing to the ground...her muscular arms flung past her head...and cause her huge left breast to spill out of her thin tight black leotard.

"UUUUUUUUNH" groaned Black Ocelot...acknowledging that the blow hit her where it hurts. "You got her!!...Hit her again!!" Fabrique ordered the thug. However the businessman paid close attention to the young heroine's exposed left ebony breast...and particularly the wide black areola that capped its summit...and the big nipple at its centre...as thick as a thumb.The thug moved in to do as his boss instructed...thinking the busty black crime fighter was easy prey now.

However using her momentum...Black Ocelot placed the palms of her hands atop some unrolled carpets.. and swung the top of her erotic bare feet into his jaw. The thug went staggering backwards...landing hard on the ground...losing his weapon...lying motionless. With incredible agility...the sexy Supergirl of the Guianas...landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet on the ground behind the stack of carpets. Her muscular arms raised in the air. Her muscular legs spread wide open.

"Give up Mr Fabrique!!..You can't do anything to stop me!!" quipped Clarice with a smile on her face...believing victory to be imminent.However the wily 60 year old Syrian businessman had a surprise in store for the 16 year old busty black heroine. "I beg to differ young lady!" snarled Fabrique as he quickly stepped up behind her and executed his plan before Clarice could say or do anything. "OWWW...MY OCELOT NIPPLE...OWWWW...THAT HURTS!!" blurted Black Ocelot...the fingers
of her right and left hand lightly gripping the left wrist of Farouk Fabrique as he rubbed a piece of sandpaper he held in his right hand...over her left big black nipple and areola.

Clarice knew she had to defend herself...but for some reason she could not comprehend...she had no will to stop Farouk Fabrique from sandpapering her left big black nipple and areola..which quickly became irritated...and aroused...causing her to experience feelings she never experienced before.
"OOOOOOOW...MY OCELOT NIPPLE...
OOOOOOW...HURTS....OOOOOOOOW...GETTING...DIZZY...OOOOOOOOW...WANT TO FIGHT BACK...OOOOOOOOOOOW...BUT...I...CAN'T...OOOOOOOOOOOOW.....OOOOOOOOOOW" confessed Black Ocelot as she planted her erotic bare feet flat on the ground...and dropped her muscular arms on either side of her curvy upper body...as Fabrique sandpapered her across her exposed huge left ebony breast.

"Impudent child!!...You must learn the consequences of your mistake!!" snarled Fabrique as he shoved his right hand underneath her thin tight black leotard...and vigorously applied the sandpaper to the right big black nipple and areola which was still hidden underneath. "AAAAAAAAAARGH...MY RIGHT OCELOT NIPPLE...AAAAAAAAAAAARGH...DEAR GOD...PAIN....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...SO MUCH PAIN...CAN'T FIGHT BACK...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" cried the busty black heroine. "The girl's ready...Quick the bottle...and the cloth!" ordered the Syrian businessman.

One of the thugs responded by taking out a dark brown bottle..uncapping it and pouring a generous amount of a clear liquid from the bottle into a thick cotton cloth. Fabrique accepted it in his free left hand and clamped it over Clarice's nose and mouth. "MMMMBLMM!!!!" screamed Clarice into the cloth...her brown eyes widening in alarm and panic...as Fabrique held the cloth firmly over her face
with his left hand...while rubbing the sandpaper all over her huge ebony breasts...causing her big black nipples and wide areolas to become rigid and hard in a matter of seconds.

"MMMMMMMBLM...MMMMMMMBLM...MMMMBLM!!!!"screamed the sexy Supergirl of the Guianas into the cloth...unable to raise her muscular arms to protect herself..unable to move her muscular legs...her erotic bare feet..rooted to the ground.

Farouk Fabrique felt a growing warmth below his waist as he used the sandpaper he held in his left hand to great effect...rubbing it all over the smooth ebony surface of the teenage black heroine's well rounded bust...targeting especially their summits. He heard the rasping sound which the sandpaper made with her skin...and felt her big thick black nipples and the wide areolas which surrounded them...becoming harder and more erect with each slope.

"Mmmmmmblm...Mmmmmmmmblm....Mmmmmmmmblm!" the businessman heard the busty black jungle girl moan into the thick cotton pad he kept pressed over her face...feeling the strength slowly evaporate from her teenage body as it wiggled against his stationary frame. "You're finished now Black Ocelot...All you can do now is take it...You know you want this" whispered Fabrique into the left ear of the sexy Supergirl of the Guianas...as he kept the pad clamped firmly over her nose and mouth..while simultaneously rubbing the sandpaper...over each of her hardened big thick black nipples and areolas...making sure they were never allowed to relax...and kept in a constant state of stimulation.

The other East Indian thugs..who moments earlier were being tossed around effortlessly by the fiery black dynamo...were now amused as they watched her keeping her erotic bare feet flat on the ground...her knees bent...her ample ebony bust pushed forward..her left black nipple and areola hard and erect like a tower...the outline of her hardened right nipple visible against the thin fabric of her flimsy black leotard.

"The boss has got the bitch good!" quipped one thug. "Look at her...getting off on this" mocked another thug. In her mind...Clarice Jackson agreed completely with these criminals. "Oooooooooh...They're right...Aaaaaaaah...My Ocelot Nipples...Didn't know they're so super sensitive...Pain...too much for me to handle...Uuuuuuunh...What's on this
cloth...No...it's...its....CHLOROFORM...getting dizzy....Head spinning...Impossible...to stay awake..." conceded Black Ocelot as she inhaled copious amounts of the potent anaesthetic into her lungs.

Farouk Fabrique grinned as he felt Clarice's curvaceous and muscular ebony body sag against his body...and saw her brown eyes becoming dull and hazy...as she fought a losing battle to keep her increasingly heavy eyelids from closing. He knew the busty black heroine was close to the edge. "Gentlemen...Teach this little upstart a lesson...and consider this a bonus for your services.." quipped the businessman. He then surprised Clarice by removing his left hand...with the sandpaper...from under her flimsy tight black leotard..and delivering a chop to the left side of her neck.

"Unnnnnnnnh" groaned Black Ocelot as her muscular legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. The six of the East Indian thugs who the Teen Wonder of the Guianas had been so effortlessly thrashing...now pounced on her with renewed vigor. "Unnnnnnh!...Let me go!...Have to get free!...Let me go!...Let me go!" protested Clarice as she wiggled frantically in their steely grips as they grabbed hold of her muscular arms and legs. She was in growing panic as she realised her super strength had suddenly abandoned her...and she only had the strength of an ordinary teenage girl...which was useless against the combined male muscle of the East Indian thugs.

Black Ocelot's brown eyes widened in the slits of her thin black mask as she could nothing but watch as the right strap of her flimsy black leotard was pulled aside...exposing her huge right ebony breast..alongside her huge left ebony breast which had gotten loose when she was clobbered in her chest by one of the thugs earlier. "You pigs!..You've exposed my Ocelot Breasts!...You'll pay for that...You'll...HMMMMBLM!!!" cried Clarice before the chloroform pad was clamped over her nose and mouth again. "This'll calm you done you little hottie!" snarled the thug holding
the cotton.

"Uuuuuuunh...He's right...Never experienced chloroform before...Uuuuuuuuunh...Just read about it in my science books...Uuuuuuuuuunh" thought Black Ocelot as her eyelids began to close but she barely managed to keep them open. The thugs did not stop there. Two of them took turns with the sandpaper...one rubbing it over Clarice's left big thick black nipple and wide areola...the other then taking the abrasive material...and doing the same over her right big thick black nipples and wide areola.

The chloroform cloth was removed from her face..but kept close by...as the busty black crime fighter got her beauteous nipples and areolas sandpapered...free of charge."Owwwwwww...My Ocelot Nipples...Owwwwwww...They must be the source of my super powers...Owwwwwwww..That hurts you creeps...Owwwwwwwww...can't fight you...Owwwwwwwww...You're making me helpless...Owwwwwwww...Owwwwwwwwww..." complained Clarice as the movements of her curvaceous and muscular ebony body became slower and slower in the grips of the brawny East Indian thugs.

"You got a hot body chickie!...Never had a man touch them big boobs o yours eh?!...Way you dress...You just begging to get laid!" mocked the thugs in turn..as they sandpapered Clarice's teenage tits and areolas into rock solid hardness "No...Owwwwww...That's not true...Owwwwww...Not fair...Owwwwww...I'm a super heroine...Owwwwwww...can't be beaten...Owwwwwwww...this can't be happening...Owwwwwww...Owwwwwwww" moaned Black Ocelot in response. "This little slut is ready...Do it now" said one thug. "What?!...No!!...Perverts!!...Sadists!!...No!!..No!!" cried Clarice in fear as she was utterly helpless to stop them from rolling her thin black leotard down to her knees...exposing for the first time...the lush black pubic forest between her large thighs.

Black Ocelot's protests were ignored as the sandpaper was brought to bear on this highly erogenous zone. "AAAAAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAAAARGH...AAAAAAAAARGH" cried Clarice in absolute agony...as the sandpaper was rubbed vigorously over her clitoris...over and over and over again. "NO....AIEEEEEEE...MY OCELOT CLITORIS...AIEEE..AIEEEEEEE...THAT REALLY REALLY HURTS...AIEEEEEEEEEE...CAN'T HANDLE THIS...MY OCELOT NIPPLES..AIEEEEEE
...SO HARD....AIEEEEEEE...DENYING ME ACCESS TO MY SUPER POWERS...AIEEEEEEEEEE...NOW BEING ABUSED IN MY OCELOT CLITORIS....AAAAAAAAH...TOO MUCH...I'M GOING TO...GOING TO...GOT TO...AAH...AAH...AAH...AAH...AAH...AAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaah" moaned Clarice as she was for--d to orgasm for the first time as a teenager and as a super heroine.

"There she blows!" grinned one thug as he saw the torrent of thick white liquids gushing through the open lips of the aroused clitoris of the Teen Wonder of the Guianas. Using the dark brown bottle he obtained from his boss Farouk Fabrique...another thug...freshened the dosage of chloroform which was in the cotton cloth...ensuring its fibres were once again saturated with the powerful anaesthetic. "Noooo...Please...Don't do this...Noooo...Noooo" pleaded Black Ocelot in vain as the pad was slowly lowered on to her face. "It's over for you black chickie...Lights out" sneered the thug as he pressed the pad over her nose and mouth.

"Hmmmmmblm...Hmmmmm....Mmmmmmmmm" moaned the busty black heroine into the pad. "Look at her..She's really getting off on this..." gloated the thug holding the pad...and his comrades...watched as Clarice's brown eyes fluttered rapidly in the slits of her thin black mask which stretched across the upper part of her face. "Uuuuuuuuh This creep's right...Uuuuuuuuuh...Don't want to...but...somethings making me give up...Pain in my Ocelot Nipples...it feels...good...Pain in my Ocelot Clitoris...feels...good...Never had any man touch me...like this...Chloroform...Ohhh it's turning me
on...Daddy...Daddy...Help...meeee..Uuuuuuuuuuh" thought Black Ocelot as she surrendered to unconsciousness.

To be continued