Doctor Sophia Hernandez was feeling a bit out of sorts as she went through her daily activities as a the sole physician in this small bustling river town...deep inside the interior of Guyana. Though she was a doctor...trained and experience in both medicine and science...Sophia found it difficult to put her finger on the odd feelings she had been experiencing over the last few days. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock on the door of her office...located in the back of her private residence ...where she lived with her teenage daughter Jane. Sophia opened the door...and was pleasantly surprised by the 50- year old Negro man...clad in the familiar khaki uniform of the Interior Force...the unit charged with maintaining law and order in the interior of Guyana.
"Bill...What a pleasant surprise...Do come in" said Sophia with a smile as she ushered in her long time friend...Captain Bill Jackson. "Sorry it took me so long to visit Sophia...but I've been really busy..." replied Bill...whose teenage daughter Clarice was best friends with Sophia's daughter Jane. "Yes...I can understand that...Arresting and charging those men who kidnapped me and those other people...stole tribal artefacts from the Amerindians to sell on the black market...I can only imagine how demanding all that was..."replied Sophia as she poured two cups of coffee for herself and the Interior Force captain. Sophia also remembered that at the end of that ordeal...prominent scientist...DOCTOR CARLA CORT...was left in a coma.
"That's not the half of it Sophia...there's still that matter of this vigilante...BLACK OCELOT...I know Jane said she's super heroine...and she saved you and the other prisoners...but I can't accept a young girl... the same age as Clarice...running around the jungle...half naked...fighting criminals many times older than her...virtually daring them to abuse her...physically and sexually..." said Bill. As he spoke...Sophia zoned out for a few seconds...hearing the sounds of strange voices in her head...chanting words only she could hear. "Sophia?...Are you all right?" asked Bill...when he noticed that she seemed to be elsewhere.
"Oh yes Bill...I was just thinking for a moment...Perhaps we shouldn't jump to conclusions about Black Ocelot just yet...Maybe she's not as bad as you think..." suggested Sophia. "All right...You always have given me good advice...I'll keep an open mind where Black Ocelot is concerned...After all...my superior Colonel Barama...seems to place his trust in...ROHANNA...GIRL OF THE GUIANAS...and those two freelance adventurers...COLE GRIFTER...and...HAN LEE...Thanks for the coffee...I'll see you again soon" said Bill as he stood up and kissed Sophia on her left cheek. "Thank you for coming Bill...I'd like that" replied Sophia as she escorted him to the door. Once Bill Jackson was gone...a strange mood fell over Sophia Hernandez. "Soon Black Ocelot...You shall be our servant" said Sophia in an evil voice.
Undisclosed location
7 pm
Deep within the jungle...under the cover of a moonless night...a group of hooded and cloaked figures gathered in the ruins of an ancient temple that was hidden from the prying eyes of men. The darkness was illuminated only by the fires from the hand held wooden torches of the mysterious figures...who swayed their bodies slowly from side to side...to the slow beat of drums...uttering low chants in a language only they knew. On their right forearms...they bore the insignia of the caiman...a species of alligator indigenous to Guyana and the rest of South America.
This continued for nearly an hour...before the drums went silent and a figure emerged in the middle of the ring of cloaked figures. The figure removed its hood...to reveal a young woman with white hair...whose name was Tara...she was Priestess of the Caiman Cult. "Brethren...We are summoned once again by the spirit of the Caiman Queen to do her bidding...She longs to be free and be with us...from the netherworld she directs us...She commands that we capture and enslave the masked heroine known as Black Ocelot...to do her bidding" declared Tara...as she gestured with her hands...and images appeared before the eyes of cult members.
They saw images of a teenage Negro girl...with an ebony body that was curvaceous and muscular...clad in a thin tight black leotard...with a single thin strap on her right shoulder...gold bracelets on her wrists...a gold belt around her wide curvy waist...with strong hands...and erotic bare feet with glossy toenails...fighting a variety of criminals...the muscles of her curvaceous ebony body highlighted as she engaged in battle...the swell of her huge ebony breasts evident...as her flimsy attire strained to hold them. "She is powerful...but experienced in the ways of sex...The girl's nipples are vulnerable...as is her clitoris...With the help of a loyal servant...we shall capture her...and make her serve the will of the Caiman Queen" declared Tara...as the images faded...and the drumming and chanting resumed.
One week later
Kangaruma, Guyana 1970
Noon
Jane Hernandez and her best friend Clarice Jackson made walked through the middle of town...taking in the sights and sounds of a local Amerindian festival. The two teenage girls had travelled by boat from their home town of Mahadia located to the east along a tributary of the Essequibo River. The two girls could not be more different...despite the fact they were both the same age. Standing at nearly six feet and of Hispanic descent...Jane was slender with an athletic body...white skin..blue eyes and long blonde hair. Jane was a top athlete at their high school and no matter what she was wearing...was the most popular girl in their high school...especially with the boys...who would not even give Clarice the time of day. Of Negro descent...Clarice stood at five feet three inches. Her curly black hair...large rimmed glasses and dowdy clothes...made her a total wallflower and uninteresting to them.
As they walked through the middle of town...watching the Amerindian musicians perform...checking out the various items on sale...Jane recalled her recent adventures with the Busty Black Marvel...Black Ocelot...who had become something of a celebrity amongst some people in the interior of Guyana...especially since she saved Jane, her mother and other persons who had been kidnapped by criminals and were being used as slave labour to retrieve Amerindian artefacts from sacred burial grounds in the jungle. "You should have been there Clarrie...
Black Ocelot was amazing...she's so brave...not to mention sexy and strong...those criminals were just falling over themselves trying to get to touch that hot body of hers. "Oh I see..." replied Clarice...who unknown to her best friend Jane...was secretly Black Ocelot.
Silently Clarice reflected on that adventure...particularly how many times she got her huge ebony breasts and her virgin clitoris abused by the criminals and the person they were working for...Doctor Carla Cort. While she suspected that Cort in turn was working for British-born businessman Sir Theodore Thompson...Clarice knew she could not prove it...without giving her father...Interior Force Captain Bill Jackson...a suspicion that his little angel was the Busty Black Marvel...who he regarded as a vigilante and possibly a criminal. She could not help but feel aroused...as Jane spoke about her sexy, super-powered alter-ego. She felt her nipples hardening under her shirt...and her clitoris becoming moist...under her slacks..as Jane described Black Ocelot's body in detail.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind...and willing her black nipples to relax under her baggy shirt...Clarice Jackson...sought to keep sexual fantasies abut her best friend Jane from overwhelming her...remembering how expertly Jane fondled her super sized nipples and explored her super clitoris as Black Ocelot until she cummed and passed out...while they were having sex. As they walked...and Jane kept talking about Black Ocelot...Clarice remembered her last adventure as the Busty Black Marvel which thwarted a scheme by the now comatose Doctor Carla Cort who was miles away at a mental asylum in Georgetown...and which although she couldn't prove it...Clarice knew that well known businessman Sir Theodore "Top Hat" Thompson...was involved.
"All the Amerindian artefacts were returned to the tribal burial grounds...but something tells me that Doctor Cort was after something else...I wish I knew what..." thought Clarice. Suddenly the black teenage girl felt her nipples shoot to attention under her baggy shirt and knew that it wasn't because of Jane's descriptions of her as Black Ocelot. "Jane!...Get down!" cried Clarice as she suddenly pushed her best friend behind some wooden crates. "Clarrie?...What...Hey!" cried Jane in surprise at her best friend's actions. Before Jane could say another word...a series of explosions rocked the middle of the town...sending people screaming in all directions...and blanketing the area with swirling thick smoke from the resulting fires.
Using the smoke to conceal herself from both Jane and everyone else...Clarice made her way behind a building and took out the special gold bracelet that was given to her as a gift by ROHANNA...GIRL OF THE GUIANAS...as a reward for helping her defeat some criminals. "My Ocelot Nipples are really tingling...They're sensing a lot of evil here...Time for me to change into Black Ocelot!" declared Clarice...excited by this idea as she removed her glasses and slipped the gold bracelet on her right wrist. In seconds she was engulfed in a bright aura of golden light...and felt her body becoming more curvy and muscular. When the light faded...the wallflower that was Clarice Jackson had been replaced by the Busty Black Marvel who was known throughout the interior of Guyana as...BLACK OCELOT.
Clarice admired her curvaceous and muscular ebony body...barely contained in a single strap...thin and tight black leotard...a gold belt around her wide curvy waist. Her arms were muscular with gold bracelets at the wrists...and a thin black mask stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face that was framed by her shoulder length mane of shiny black hair. "Now to stop whoever's causing this disturbance and get back to Jane!" resolved Black Ocelot as she bounded out into the middle of the river town...which was filled with smoke. However her enhanced vision allowed her to see a group of men...wearing clothes and shoes made out of caiman skins...caiman head masks over the tops of their heads...armed with spears and clubs demolishing everything in sight...as they attacked the innocent townsfolk who were taken completely by surprise.
Her huge ebony breasts bobbing sexily up and down under her thin tight black leotard...the Sensational Feline charged into the smoke-filled town centre and engaged the caiman attired criminals at will. Flexing her large thighs...Black Ocelot leapt at the nearest cultist...driving the ball of her erotic left foot into his jaw. Before landing on the balls of her erotic bare feet...she repeated her action by planting the ball of her erotic right foot into the jaw of a second cultist. Evading the spear of a third cultist... Black Ocelot cried "Hiyah!" as she split the spear in two with a right hand karate chop...before felling the surprised cultist with a left hand karate chop to the throat. "Anyone else?!" quipped Black Ocelot as she assumed her heroic pose within the smoky environment. Her hands on either side of her curvy waist...muscular legs spread slightly apart....her erotic bare feet resting flat on the ground...her huge ebony bust pushed forward with confidence.
The two caiman cultists who were still standing turned and fled down a narrow alleyway between two wooden buildings. "Stop!...You'll have to answer some questions!!" cried Black Ocelot as she ran after them. The sound of the Busty Black Marvel's voice caught Jane's attention. "Black Ocelot's here!...I got to go after her!" thought Jane as she followed the direction that the Teen Wonder of the Guianas went...through the clouds of smoke. Jane could not mistake the shapely figure of her secret super girl friend...but was alarmed as she saw another figure emerging from an adjoining alley way behind her. Jane was about to warn Black Ocelot when a man's hand..holding a thick rad was clamped down over her nose and mouth. "Hnnnnnnnnnnh" groaned Jane into the rag...her blue eyes rolling up in her head...as an overwhelming scent on the rag...knocked her out in two seconds...preventing her from warning her friend.
Tara...Priestess of the Caiman Cult stepped up swiftly and silently behind Black Ocelot who had no idea that she was no longer the huntress...but had become the hunted. Pouring a special lotion into her hands...Tara stepped behind the unsuspecting Teen Wonder of the Guianas...thrust her arms under her raised muscular arms...then under her thin tight black leotard. "Hey!...What the...Uuuuuuuuunh!!...My Ocelot Nipples....Uuuuuuuuuunh!!...What's being rubbed on them...Uuuuuuuunhh!!...They're getting...soooo...haaaaaaard...Uuuuuuuuuunh...Getting...sleepy...so sleepy..." complained" Clarice..as her head sagged between her huge ebony breasts...her muscular arms and legs going limp in seconds. "Who...Uuuuuuuh....How...Uuuuuuuuh....Why...Uuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuh" moaned Black Ocelot...gazing sleepily as the top of her leotard was pushed down to her waist...and at her big thick black nipples and wide areolas which were made erect...shiny and hard like bullets in less than two seconds. "Sleep Black Ocelot...All will be clear to you soon" sneered Tara as she slipped her right hand between Clarice's large thighs...and started rubbing. "No...Uuuh..not my Ocelot Clitoris...You're going to...I got to...Uuh..Uuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned the Busty Black Marvel as she was brought to orgasm in less than a second..and fell unconscious in Tara's grips...as a waterfall of white liquid gushed out from between her thighs.
Unknown location
Guyana 1970
4 pm
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Black Ocelot...announcing her return to consciousness...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her thin black mask which covered the upper part of her face. Clarice tried to focus...but found it impossible to do so. She felt cold air brushing against her big thick black nipples and wide areolas which were hard...erect and shaped like bullets...and the smooth surface of her naked huge ebony mounds...blowing through her thick forest of curly black pubic hair...tickling her ebony clitoris...which felt very damp. The Sensational Feline felt the sensation of cold stone underneath her curvaceous and muscular ebony body. Black Ocelot tried to move...but soon discovered her muscular arms and legs were at full stretch...her wrists and ankles chained to the stone slab she was resting upon.
"Uuuuuuunh....Where....Where am I....My Ocelot Nipples...feel so hard...My Ocelot Clitoris...feels wet...Hard to think...about...anything...except....sex...and...Uuuuuuuh...sleep...Who are you...Why have you captured me....Uuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" groaned Clarice as she tugged in futility at the chains binding her to the stone slab. Rolling her head from side to side...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her thin black mask...as she struggled unsuccessfully...to shake herself out of the sexy stupor she was in...and to make her big thick black nipples relax so she could regain her super powers.
The Busty Black Marvel stared sleepily as Tara...Priestess of the Caiman Cult stood over her helpless form. "There is no escape Black Ocelot....You have been chosen...Chosen to serve...the will of the Caiman Queen" declared Tara. "No...I won't do it...Uuuuuuh...will get free...bring you...to...Uuuuuuh
...justice...." quipped Clarice unconvincingly as sexual fantasies about her best friend Jane and her father...Captain Bill Jackson filled her mind...making it difficult for Teen Wonder of the Guianas to separate faction from fiction. As Black Ocelot tugged weakly at the chains binding her to the stone table...a cloaked figure approached...a clay bowl. Through her increasingly blurry vision...Clarice Jackson was shocked when she saw the face of the person whose identity was hidden under a hood.
"No!...Not you...Please...Help me get free...Help me get free...so I can...Uuuuuuuuuh" groaned Black Ocelot as the person she knew applied a shiny blue gel to her huge ebony bust...massaging it into every inch...Paying special attention to her big thick black nipples and wide areolas...rubbing the strange gel into them repeatedly. "Uuuuuuuunh....What's happening...Uuuuuuuuuuh...My Ocelot Nipples...That stuff...is making them...hhh...hhhh...aaaaaard....Thoughts of sex...People I care about
....playing with my Ocelot Nipples...Making me weak...Becoming excited...Getting dizzy...Getting tired"
cooed the Busty Black Marvel as she wiggled her curvaceous and muscular ebony body helplessly atop the stone table.
"You are getting weak Black Ocelot...as pleasure grows within your virgin breasts...You cannot resist...
You have no choice...but to allow your most repressed sexual desires to overwhelm you...allow them to enslave your will...to serve the Caiman Queen" chanted Tara as her associate rubbed the potent blue gel deeper and deeper into Clarice's exposed huge ebony breasts. "No....Uuuuuuuh...I'm Black Ocelot...Uuuuuuh...a super heroine...I...Uuuuuuh...fight for justice...Uuuuuuuh...will get free...Uuuuuh
...will...stop...you..." moaned the Teen Wonder of the Guianas...her heroic rhetoric becoming less convincing as more of the gel was massaged into her chest like vapour rub. Magic fumes from the gel wafted into her nose...causing Clarice to see images of her best friend Jane...and her father Bill...exploring her super erogenous zones.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Black Ocelot as the movements of her curvaceous and muscular ebony body began to slow atop the stone table. Clarice's brown eyes were barely open in the slits of her thin black mask...her breathing shallow...as Tara's associate made her big thick black nipples and wide areolas hard...shiny...and erect...from the application of the strange gel. "Jane....Daddy....thoughts of sex...too strong...I...mustn't cum...or...I'll be your slave...when I wake up..." cooed Clarice unwittingly...telling her captors that she was close to breaking point. "Then before you sleep...Tell me your true identity..." said Tara. "Yes...Have to tell you...My name...is....Clarice...Jackson..." blurted the tamed Teen Wonder of the Guianas.
"The magic gel shall be placed on your clitoris....Clarice Jackson...you shall orgasm...and go to sleep...when you awaken...you will be a slave of the Caiman Queen...whether you are yourself or Black Ocelot...Do you understand?" asked Tara rhetorically. "Yes...Make me cum...knock me out...will be the slave...of...the Caiman Queen..." sighed Black Ocelot obediently...her free will sapped as quickly as her super strength. The associate then applied a generous amount of the gel to Clarice's thick black pubic hair...untangling the plethora of knots there...locating her already wet and excited clitoris....and rubbing the gel vigorously over its swollen lips. "Uuh...Uuh...Uuh...Uuh...Uuh...Uuuh...Uuuuuuuuuh...
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh" cooed Black Ocelot as a massive orgasm exploded between her large thighs...her head rolled against her left shoulder...her brown eyes closing in the slits of her thin black mask...as she surrendered to unconsciousness...and succumbed to slavery. "Sleep my slave...Now for the next part of my plan" grinned Tara.
Unknown location
5 pm
Jane Hernandez was led by two Caiman cultists...her hands tied behind her back...towards the edge of a cliff...overlooking a raging river in a remote part of the jungle. "Who are you?...What are you doing?!
...Let me go!!" cried Jane as she struggled in futility against the stronger men as they pushed her to within inches of the edge of the cliff. Tara appeared on a rock above them. "You girl have been sentenced to death...by the will of the Caiman Queen!" declared the priestess. "You won't get away with this...Wait until Black Ocelot gets here" quipped Jane. "I am here Jane...My mistress is right...You must die!" declared the Busty Black Marvel as she approached Jane...who could not believe what she was seeing and hearing from her super girl friend.
Jane saw a vacant stare in Black Ocelot's brown eyes in the slits of her thin black mask...and the outline of her hard and erect big thick black nipples and wide areolas under the flimsy fabric of her tight black leotard. "Black Ocelot!...They've hypnotised you!...It's me Jane...Your friend...Help me!" cried Jane...hoping to sway the Sensational Feline. "Goodbye Jane Hernandez!" replied Black Ocelot as she drove the ball of her erotic right foot hard into Jane's jaw. "Unnnnh!!!" groaned Jane...her senses spinning out of orbit...as the force of the kick sent her flying off the edge of the cliff and into the raging currents of the river below. As Jane vanished from their sight...Tara gave her new slave her orders.
"Return home...Transform back into Clarice Jackson...the magic gel on your nipples will tell you when I need you" said Tara. "Yes Mistress...I must obey" replied Black Ocelot as she followed Tara and the cultists back into the jungle.
Unknown location
6 pm
"Ohhhh...What...Where" groaned Jane as she awoke with a throbbing pain in her jaw...and feeling wet all over. The last thing she remembered was being knocked out by her super girl friend Black Ocelot...
then falling...and then nothing. As her senses returned...Jane found herself in some kind of cave. A low growling noise told the blonde teenage girl that she was not alone. "What?!...No...This is impossible!" gasped Jane in surprise...as she saw a pair of leopards sitting on either side of her. "No Jane Hernandez...it is not...Do not be afraid..." a woman's voice said. Jane looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful woman with long white hair...clad in leopard skins...standing over her.
"Who are you?....Where am I?" asked Jane...who was more intrigued...rather than frightened of this strange woman and the two leopards. "I am the Leopard Goddess...I live in this realm of the Guyana jungles...as do my feline friends...We have lived here for centuries...away from the notice of the outside world...but have come forth...as those of evil intent...seek to release the dreaded Caiman Queen from her erotic slumber of centuries...where she must remain to keep peace in the Guianas"
explained the Leopard Goddess. "They hypnotised my friend Black Ocelot...Only she's got the power to stop them" replied Jane.
"No Jane Hernandez...I sense great strength...great compassion...great resolve...within you...That is why...my friends have brought you here...to my lair...so that I may bestow upon you a mighty gift...a gift...that will give you the powers you need to save your friend...those you love...and all the innocent people who will fall prey to the evil of the Caiman Queen and her minions" said Leopard Goddess as she extended her right hand to Jane. As she opened the palm of her right hand...Jane saw a silver chain with a medallion shaped like the roared head of a leopard there. "Accept your destiny my girl...
Accept the gift of the Leopard Talisman" said the goddess. For reasons she could not explain...Jane found herself reaching for the gleaming silver medallion...and she slipped it over her head...and around her neck.
In doing this simple action...Jane heard the roar of a leopard fill her ears...and a mighty wind swirl around her body...obscuring her view of the Leopard Goddess and her pets. "Hey...What's...What's happening to me?!" cried Jane as she felt incredible power flowing through her body...which she felt was growing both in strength and sensuality. When the whirlwind faded away...Jane was amazed by the incredible change that had taken place. Her already athletic body had become more voluptuous and muscular. Her clothes were gone...replaced by a slinky v-slit leotard....yellow with black balls...like a leopard's skin which did little to conceal her rippling six pack abdomen...or the pride of her upper torso...a pair of huge mountainous tanned breasts...capped at their summits by shiny big pink nipples which were encircled by wide pink areolas...shaped like a pair of suns.
Jane saw that her fingernails had turned into gleaming claws...as had her toenails...of her now erotic bare feet. Her long blonde hair had become longer and thicker...like a mane which ended inches above her perky ass...exposed thanks to a thin sliver of her yellow- black spotted leotard...the front of which barely covered the space between her large muscular thighs...exposing tufts of a patch of blonde curly pubic hair.
Looking straight ahead at the mirror like walls of the hidden temple...Jane saw large silver earrings hanging from her earlobes....silver bracelets on her wrists...and a broad silver belt...with leopard insignia...entwined around her thick curvy waist. Her identity was concealed by a yellow mask with black balls that stretched across the upper part of her gorgeous face. Jane was intrigued as the white slits of her mask blinked as if they were her own blue eyes...hidden behind the mask.
"Wow!....I'm not just Jane Hernandez anymore...I feel super strong and super sexy....I'll need these super powers to save Black Ocelot and stop whoever hypnotised her to help them carry out some evil plan...
The crooks of Guyana better get ready for me...they better get ready for...LEOPARD WOMAN!!" declared the Feral Fury.
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