STANLEY WONG...newly hired consultant to Jamaican billionaire industrialist Gordon Goodnite...sat alone in a private dinning room in the exclusive Chinese restaurant...wondering what had gone wrong. Hours earlier he had arrived here with his employer's daughter...the beauteous LARA GOODNITE...and they were having lunch. A well known criminologist in the Caribbean island...Stanley had heard of her reputation of being cold and blunt towards men...and this was suggested as the reason why she was not yet married or had children...much to the disappointment of her father. However Stanley felt a connection with Lara.
As he sat alone in the dining room...he remembered seeing her virtually naked...clad only in a thin bathrobe...her shapely breasts and cunt exposed to him...when he first went to her townhouse in Hope Gardens days earlier...on the orders of her father to escort her to the racetrack for a meeting with Qatari businessman SAMUEL HABIB. He remembered how she reluctantly invited him to lunch...no doubt grateful but to proud to admit it...for covering for her disappearance at the track. Stanley remembered seeing Lara trying to hide the fact that she was aroused when she came to his apartment in Trench Town to meet him...and saw him topless. He saw a softer side of this beautiful woman while having lunch...as she spoke about her now deceased mother..
Stanley saw her tough exterior beginning to fade away...revealing a kind and loving soul....and remembered how electric it felt to have her hand in his own...as their lips drew closer and closer to what seemed to be inevitable. But just as it looked like they were getting closer...Lara ran away for some unknown reason. After having moved around from place to place...never seeming able to settle down...his own past proving an obstacle to his present and future...it seemed like Jamaica...and more specifically Lara Goodnite...held the answer to this problem. "What the hell went wrong?...Lara...What did I say?...What did I do?...I haven't known you for very long...but I felt a connection between us...from the first time I saw you...to today..." thought Stanley as he sat alone at the table.
At that moment...Stanley thought about another woman he had met. Like Lara Goodnite...this woman was also like no other he had ever met. She had a voluptuous and muscular brown body...which was barely clad by a flimsy yellow bra and panty. Her identity concealed behind a yellow cowl mask...with cat's ears on the top...that covered all of her head...except for the lower part of her nose and all of her thick glossy lips. Before she abandoned him...Lara told him that this woman was a vigilante...known in Jamaica...as YELLOW CAT. He found her lying tied and topless inside of a stall at the Barracks Racetrack...while he was looking for Lara. He remembered how she looked at him with sleepy brown eyes...and a dopey smile on her beautiful face...literally begging him to take her.
However his instincts told him this mystery masked woman was not herself...and after dousing her with a bucket filled with cold water...her burst free from her bondage with amazing strength...and thanked him by driving the ball of her erotic right bare foot into his jaw...knocking him to the ground. "How dare you look at my breasts Stanley Wong!" she cried before leaving. Her words...and the sight of her naked mountainous brown breasts...capped at their summits by colossal cocoa nipples....made Stanley think back to his first meeting with Lara Goodnite. "How dare you look at my breasts and my cunt! he remembered her yelling before slapping across the face...as she greeted him at the front door of her townhouse...wearing nothing but a flimsy white bathrobe.
"Wait...No it can't be possible...Could it?" pondered Stanley. Both Lara Goodnite and Yellow Cat took offense at him looked at her naked bust. As he thought about it some more...Lara's shapely brown breasts...and Yellow Cat's larger brown mounds...both seemed remarkably similar to him in every aspect. Just at that moment...Stanley's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. Taking his phone out of his right trousers pocket...and checking the number...Stanley saw it was his employer...Gordon Goodnite...the father of Lara Goodnite calling him. "Wong!...Where have you been?...I've been trying to contact you for hours now" said an irritated Gordon on the other end of the phone. "Sorry sir...I was just..." began Stanley.
"Never mind that now!...I want you to get over to Tivoli Gardens at once...There have been reports of some kind of fight taking place there in The Flats...As you know Samuel Habib has expressed a keen interest in purchasing real estate in that area and bringing some new development there...in collaboration with Goodnite Enterprises...I want you to go there at once and investigate!...Report to me as soon as you find out the cause...We shall discuss other matters at a later time" replied Gordon...interrupting Stanley to issue his orders and then end the phone call. Getting up from the table...Stanley made his way out of the private dining room and was on his way out of the restaurant when he was stopped by the head waiter.
"Mr Wong...Miss Goodnite left these...Could you see they are returned to her?" he asked as he handed Stanley a bunch of car keys. "Sure" replied Stanley. Stepping outside of the restaurant...Stanley was surprised to see Lara Goodnite's red Porsche sportscar still parked outside. This made him even more curious. What could have caused Lara to run out on him so badly...that she left her car outside of the restaurant. However he knew he had a job to do for her father...and Lara's car would give him the mobility he needed to do the job. Getting behind the wheel on the right side of the car...Stanley put the key in the ignition...turned it and the Porsche rumbled to life. "Where are you Lara?" wondered Stanley as he drove her car through the streets of downtown Kingston...heading towards Tivoli Gardens and The Flats.
The Flats, Tivoli Gardens
Kingston ,Jamaica
4 pm
The answer to Stanley Wong's question...literally lay in the back seat of a black SUV...with heavily tinted windows that was driving through the dingy streets of this crime-infested district of Jamaica's capital city. LARA GOODNITE....criminologist and heiress to the Goodnite empire...lay topless....her hands zip cuffed behind her back...and unconscious...in the form of her sexy super-powered alter-ego...the Busty Jamaican Amazon known throughout the Caribbean island nation...as YELLOW CAT. Running out on Stanley...because she received a message from her feline friends about the location of stable boy Jimmy Jones...Lara evoked the powers of her magic silver bracelet...to transform into the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica to hunt down her quarry.
The trail provided to her by the stray cats the city...with whom she had the power to communicate telepathically with...led to crowded low income housing projects called...THE FLATS...which Lara knew were owned by a real estate company that was part of her father's corporate empire. She had a score to settle with Jimmy Jones...who took advantage of her weakened state at the racetrack...groping her big beautiful brown nipples...and then rolling a ball of catnip over them...which made her super horny and super sleepy. However that was secondary compared to the information which she suspected Jimmy knew about...pertaining to the new wave of criminal activity taking place in Kingston.
National Security Minister Robert Clark...who she once had a crush on...had sought the help of Lara Goodnite...criminologist...to help him devise strategies to stop whoever was orchestrating these crimes...which focused mainly on the illegal drug trade. However the politician had no idea that what Lara could not do as a conservative criminologist...she did as a scantily clad super heroine...who the Jamaican authorities had a warrant out for her arrest...considering her a vigilante. Once again Lara's arrogance and over confidence in her super powers...caused her to underestimate the situation she was going into...and the opposition who she was facing. Her opponents were aware of the threat of Yellow Cat and had made plans to deal with her...should she stick her humungous brown nipples in their affairs.
LANCELOT HOLDER....playboy businessman and secret criminal...admired his handiwork as he used his thumbs to brush the glossy...hard and erect...colossal cocoa nipples of the naked mountainous brown bust of the Jumbo Jugged Jamaican...as lay topless, zip cuffed and unconscious...her voluptuous and muscular body leaning against his toned athletic frame. "You humiliated me at the track Cat Girlie...Consider this a small fraction of the payback that's coming to you" gloated Lance to Yellow Cat...who was out like a light...and unable to respond with one of her usual blunt quips. After taking some blackjack blows to her naked chest from his men...Lance caught the buxom Jamaican crime fighter off guard...delivering 80,000 volts of electricity from his stun gun to her mighty mounds to incapacitate her.
He then employed large brass clamps...with sharp teeth...to bite into the tender flesh of Yellow Cat's all naturally enhanced nipples...then for--d her to breathe chloroform...then rubbed the chloroform all over her naked chest...with special attention to her big brown nipples...then made her breathe the potent anaesthetic again...until she had...not one...but two orgasms...which rendered her totally helpless and unconscious. Cradling the defeated Jamaican superwoman against his upper torso...Lance kept her in place...by wrapping his left arm under her massive brown mounds. He raised his right hand up to her face...his fingers tracing her glossy lips...slightly parted...offering glimpses of her pearl white teeth.
Lance then shifted his fingers up ...tracing the lower part of her yellow cowl mask. "You're out of it super bitch...You can't handle it when a real man touches your big boobs and your big tits...Booyaka!..You're out for the count...Let's see who you are...under the mask..." said Lance. However just as his fingers were about to get a firm grip on the lower part of the helpless heroine's cowl mask...the speaker phone in the rear of the SUV was activated on its own. "Mr Holder...I am advised that the boy Jimmy Jones has escaped" said the garbled voice of his employer...the mysterious international criminal known only as...THE BLACK SYRIAN.
"Yes sir...Yellow Cat interfered...but I dealt with her...she's my prisoner right now" replied Lance. "I am aware of this also Mr Holder...Your priority to find the boy is paramount...he is privy to information sensitive to my operations here in Jamaica...I have contacted a specialist who will take care of the Yellow Cat...You will receive directions to his address...Leave her untouched...Deliver her to him...and continue with your search for the boy" instructed Black Syrian and the line went dead. "You get away this time Cat Girlie...but we will have another time" muttered Lance Holder to the unconscious Yellow Cat who was unaware of what her captors had planned for her.
4.15 pm
Stanley Wong arrived in The Flats...to find the area filled with police officer and private security officers attached to Goodnite Security...Gordon Goodnite's private security firm...which was responsible for providing security for the tenants of these run down apartment buildings. As he got out of Lara's Porsche...Stanley noticed that few of the residents were out in the open...most choosing to remain indoors...while the few who were outside were volunteering little information to the police or the private security officers. Approaching the ground floor of the apartment building where hours earlier a terrific battle had taken place...Stanley identified himself to the lead police officer on the scene...Inspector Marcelle.
"Not much to say Mr Wong...We got reports of gunfire and a fight taking place...from the basketball court to here...but no one's talking..." said the inspector with a shrug of his shoulders. "I understand Inspector...Mr Goodnite is very concerned about what happened here...and I've got to report back to him with some answers" replied Stanley. "Sure Mr Wong...See you must have the favour of the great man...to be driving around in his daughter's car...You know it's said Gordon Goodnite's got an unwritten contract with his employees not to have any relations with his little girl...Ice princess that she is..." remarked the police inspector.
Stanley felt a flash of anger suddenly go through his mind...but calmed himself in the nick of time...before he did something he knew he would regret. "Sorry Inspector...I'm new to Jamaica...Guess I didn't hear that story yet...Let me know if you find out anything..." replied Stanley as he handed Marcelle his business card and walked back to where he parked Lara's sportscar. "That dude's in way over he head" mused the inspector as he walked away in the opposite direction to Stanley...heading back towards the apartment building. Meanwhile...Stanley paused...looking at the now deserted basketball court...cordoned off with yellow caution tape by the police. Looking up...he spotted a stray cat sitting on the rooftop of one building...looking at him...then running away. "This is nuts...but I've gotta take a gamble" resolved Stanley as he got back into the Porsche and drove away.
4.30 pm
The black SUV entered one of the many back streets in the crime hot zone that was Tivoli Gardens...pulling up at its destination...a run down animal clinic located at the end of this narrow street. With two of his men standing watch outside of the SUV...as it parked in front of the crumbling clinic...Lance Holder got out of the rear of the vehicle...carrying the unconscious Yellow Cat in his strong arms...her head lolling back...her eyes tightly closed in the slits of her cowl mask...her glossy lips slightly parts... hands still zip cuffed behind her back...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...which sported toenails that were golden and razor sharp...pointing towards the ground...as he carried her through the rusty front door.
"DOUGLAS!!...DOUGLAS!!" called Lance Holder. His words caused the sounds of foot steps to be heard...and soon...a crazy looking Englishman...with large twisted glasses resting on his crooked nose...wearing a soiled white doctor's coat that had not been cleaned in four years...a tattered purple shirt...showing off his smelly chest hair...ragged brown trousers and worn brown shoes...came running. This vagrant of a man was once a well known veterinarian named Doctor Shane Douglas. That was until four years ago...he was stripped of his licence and his clinic shut down due to unethical practices. He barely scrapped the bottom of the barrel...getting enough to get by...doing odd jobs.
However his mad grey eyes widened with glee...and he drooled at the mouth like a rabid dog...as he saw Lance Holder holding the unconscious Yellow Cat in his arms. Her naked mountainous brown breasts ..swaying freely and sexily...in particular interested him. "That's me" the psychotic physician said. "My employer...the Black Syrian...will pay you handsomely...if you take care of this person of interest for him...She's unconscious now...but is feisty when awake...His instructions are specific...Make her answer his questions...and you will be rewarded" said Lance. "Yes...The doctor will see the patient now...bring her into the examination room" said Douglas with a bow and twisted smile on his ugly face.
4.45 pm
Prowling the dingy streets of The Flats in Lara Goodnite's shiny red Porsche...Stanley Wong drove around...looking for something...anything...which could tell him what had happened at hours earlier...that would have prompted Gordon Goodnite to order him to investigate...whatever it was. Though he knew that the area was part of the talks that his employer was having with Qatari billionaire business magnate Samuel Habib...Stanley was not thinking like an employee of Goodnite Enterprises at the moment. One thing kept coming up in his mind...or rather one person...Lara Goodnite. "Where are you Lara?...Are you all right?" wondered Stanley..as he felt an unusual sense of anxiety building up inside of him...remembering how upset she was when she ran out on him at the restaurant.
As he pondered these thoughts...Stanley just happened to look up...and saw the same stray cat he saw on a rooftop earlier... a fire escape..at the entrance to an alley. Slowing the car...Stanley noticed the cat was looking in a particular direction...at a group of teenage boys standing close to the entrance. He counted six of them...one holding the attention of the others...like he was trying to sell them something. Stanley focused his attention on that boy...using instincts honed in another life. His brown eyes widened with surprise behind his glasses...as he spotted a cat-o-nine whip in the boy's left hand...while he dangled a flimsy yellow bra in his right hand. "Hey!!..You!!" yelled Stanley as he brought the Porsche to a screeching halt...and leapt out. The boys scattered.. as he chased the holder of Yellow Cat's property...Jimmy Jones down the alley...all the time....feeling that Lara Goodnite was in trouble.
5 pm
"Uuuuuuuuuuh....Uuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Lara...still in the form of her sexy...super-powered alter-ego...as her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as consciousness slowly returned to her. The mind of the Busty Jamaican Amazon was a muddle of confusion...as she felt lingering pain in every muscle and every sinew of her voluptuous brown body. "Uuuuuuuunh...My aching Super Nipples...My Super Breasts....feel so weak....tired...dizzy...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh...Remember fighting masked criminals...trying to kill that little boy...Jimmy Jones...who I was looking for...Uuuuuuuuuunh...Lancelot Holder...he electric shocked me in my Super Breasts...put clamps on my Super Nipples...put chloroform on them...touched them...made me orgasm...knocked me out...How long have I been unconscious?...Where am I now?" sighed Yellow Cat as she tried to get up. However the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica soon realised that this was easier said than done.
"Unnnh!!...I have been tied up!...My hands!...My feet!.. Tied really tight!!...Unnnh!!..Unnnh!!" cried Lara...as she discovered her muscular arms were at full stretch on either side of her curvy upper torso...her wrists bound by thick leather straps to what appeared to be a silver metal examination table. She noticed her long muscular legs were spread wide open below her small curvy waist...tight leather straps wrapped around her shapely ankles...binding her erotic bare feet to the lower part of the table. "Unnnnh!!!...I cannot get free!!!..Unnnh!!!...My Super Breasts are still weak!!!...Unnnnnh!!!...Have no Cat Strength yet!!...Unnnnh!!!...Unnnnh!!!" cried Yellow Cat...her fists clenched...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden and razor sharp toenails curled...flexing her muscular arms and long muscular legs...as she strained in futility to break her restraints.
"Ah Pussy Cat...You're awake...Time for you to get your medicine..." sneered Shane Douglas...the vile veterinarian...announcing his presence as he entered the room...pushing a steel trolley...the top of which was covered by a thick white cloth. "My name is Yellow Cat!!...I am a super heroine!!...I do not need a check up!!...I need to get free!!...Release me at once!!...What have you done with my bra and my whip?!...Give them back to me!!...Let me go!!...Let me go now!!" demanded the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...who was only wearing her yellow cowl mask...covering all of her head...except the lower part of her nose and all of her glossy lips....that were parted...baring her pearl white teeth at the vagrant veterinarian...her thin yellow panty barely hugging the space between her massive thighs.. as she writhed furiously atop the examination table.
Her vocal protests and her furious struggles...which accentuated all the muscles of her voluptuous brown body...her mountainous brown breasts swaying freely and sexily from side to side...were all making the demented Doctor Douglas...start to feel his dick move under his ragged trousers...becoming increasingly aroused by his curvaceous captive...triggering the permanent dementia which he was always in...to dictate his next actions. "I was told you were a feisty one!...My speciality is taming wild animals and making them docile!...Taming you will be a pleasure...Pussy Cat..." sneered Douglas. "Ha!...You will be sorry when I get free!...My Super Breasts recover fast...Once my Super Nipples are soft again...I will have my Cat Strength back...and I will get free...find Black Syrian and bring him to justice!" vowed Lara as she continued to struggle. "We will see about that....!" sneered Douglas as he removed the cloth covering the top of the trolley...revealing its contents to the Busty Jamaican Amazon.
5.15 pm
Stanley Wong moved like a man possessed...chasing teenager Jimmy Jones through the narrow alleys that were common in the crime-infested district of Tivoli Gardens called The Flats. His eyes focused on his target...adrenaline flowing through his body like never before...Stanley was determined to catch this boy...for reasons he could not yet understand. Something triggered inside of him...when he saw Jimmy trying to sell the trademark flimsy yellow bra and cat-o-nine whip...which he knew were the property of the beauteous Jamaican superwoman...named Yellow Cat. "The kid was trying to sell them to make a fast buck!...He's got them because something happened to her!...He's gonna talk...one way or the other!" vowed Stanley as he closed the gap on the running boy...his concern for the masked maiden...matching his concern for Lara Goodnite.
5.30 pm.
Lara's brown eyes widened in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...and a gasp of surprise escaped from between her parted glossy lips as she saw an assortment of strange paraphernalia. lying on top of the trolley."Unnnh!!...Let me go!!...Unnnh!!...Let me go!!" cried Yellow Cat as she continued to flex her muscular arms and long muscular legs...straining unsuccessfully to break the leather restraints binding her to the silver metal examination table. Douglas ignored her cries...keeping his back turned to her...whistling...as he dipped the bristles of a pair of toothbrushes...into a jar containing a clear gel...ensuring they were thoroughly coated with the gel. Turning around...he displayed the toothbrushes...one in each hand to the captive crime fighter. "Toothbrushes?!...How is that going to subdue me?!" scoffed Lara with a smile on her beautiful face.
6 pm
As the day drew to a close over Kingston...specifically over the crime-riddled district in Tivoli Gardens that was called The Flats...so too did the effort of teenager Jimmy Jones to escape from a persistent Stanley Wong. Closing the gap on the boy...Stanley grabbed him by his shirt collar and in a single motion...hurled him against a wall. He was on the startled boy in a flash...his left forearm...jammed under Jimmy's neck...pinning him to the wall...and snatching the thin yellow bra and cat-o-nine whip out of the boy's hands with his free right hand. "Where is she?!..What've you done with Yellow Cat?!...Answer me!!" demanded Stanley....filled with an anger that was building inside of him.
"Hey cool it man...If you got a thing for the super bitch...It's too late...someone else got her first...she dead meat..." quipped Jimmy. "Yah!!" replied Stanley...felling him with a lightning fast right jab in the middle of his face. Grabbing the unconscious Jimmy Jones...Stanley dragged him back down the alley to where he left Lara's Porsche. Knowing he'd be out cold for at least three hours because of the force of the blow he gave the boy...Stanley used Jimmy's own belt to hogtie his hands and feet together...and locked him inside of the trunk."Better dump this kid at one of the safe houses that Goodnite Security has...My job gives me the clearance...I don't need baggage while I'm looking for Yellow Cat...Something tells me the lady is in real trouble" thought Stanley as he got back into Lara's Porsche and drove away...to continue his search for the Busty Jamaican Amazon.
6 pm
Meanwhile at the run down animal clinic...discredited veterinarian Shane Douglas...was administering his unusual brand of treatment...to the very special patient...that had been left in his care. Holding what seemed to be a pair of ordinary brushes in his hands...the demented doctor...used his thumbs to press tiny buttons on the handles...to reveal they were actually electric toothbrushes. "A good brushing will fix you Pussy Cat" sneered Douglas...with glee in his grey eyes...behind his twisted glasses...as he slowly lowered the whirling bristles of his electric toothbrushes... towards the fabulous anatomy of the mighty Jamaican superwoman...Yellow Cat...who was flat on her back atop a silver examination table...her muscular arms and long muscular legs spread-eagled...struggling to break the strong leather straps binding her wrists and shapely ankles to the sides of the table.
"I brush and floss three times a day!...Your toothbrushes are no threat to me!" scoffed the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...a broad smile of amusement at the vagrant veterinarian...wondering how he could possibly think of defeating her with toothbrushes. The answer became apparent to Yellow Cat within the space of two seconds...as Douglas began her unscheduled treatment....lowering his instruments of choice...to towards the most special parts of the anatomy of the Busty Jamaican Amazon. "HA!...MY SUPER NIPPLES...HA HA HA HA HA...ARE BEING BRUSHED?!!....AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...TRY YOUR BEST....HA HA HA HA HA HA...THAT IS NOT....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...GOING TO STOP ME....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....WILL GET FREE...HA HA HA HA HA HA...AND STOP YOU...HA HA HA HA HA" blurted Lara.
Her glossy lips spread into a broad smile...showing the top and bottom rows of her pearl white teeth....her brown eyes narrowing in the slits of her yellow cowl mask as she threw her head back..laughing loudly....thrusting the massive mounds of her broad naked chest towards Doctor Douglas...while flexing her muscular arms...and long muscular legs....her fists clenched...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden and razor sharp toenails...curled with tension...as she writhed furiously atop the table...as Douglas worked the thick spinning bristles of his electric toothbrushes over each of her colossal cocoa nipples and the wide cocoa areolas that surrounded them. A man scorned by all right thinking women because of his perverted mentality...Douglas took special interest in the anatomy of the female body.
He was drooling on both sides of his mouth...and felt his dick stiffening under his ragged trousers... as he gazed lustily over the voluptuous and muscular brown body of the captive Jamaican crime fighter. "Her skin...is soft... smooth to the touch...her muscles well defined...perfect with every curve of her body...her hands are strong...with slender figures...her feet perfectly curved...with incredible toes...but...her chest...is a work of art...she must have the biggest boobs in all of Jamaica....with large exquisite nipples...and areolas...her greatest assets...but also...her greatest liabilities" the minority analytical part of his brain reasoned...as he watched the whirling thick bristles of his electric toothbrushes...moving back and forth...covering every inch of the entire summits of the great brown mountains of the Busty Jamaican Amazon's awesome chest.
"HA HA HA HA HA....MY SUPER BREASTS...HA HA HA HA HA...MY SUPER NIPPLES... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....I AM BEING TICKLED??!!...HA HA HA HA HA HA...MUST GET FREE...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...DID NOT KNOW...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
...MY SUPER BREASTS....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...AND MY SUPER NIPPLES...HA HA HA HA HA HA...ARE SO TICKLISH....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA" howled Lara with riotous laughter...her brown eyes narrowing in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...her glossy lips stretched into a broad grin...displaying the top and bottom rows of her pearl white teeth...as her muscular arms and long muscular legs tugged in futility against the tough leather restraints...her voluptuous and muscular brown body wiggling like a snake atop the metal examination table.
Douglas continued his brushing of the colossal cocoa nipples and wide cocoa areolas which capped the summits of her naked mountainous brown breasts....ensuring that every inch of these super erogenous zones were kept completely covered by the rapidly rotating...thick soft bristles of his electric toothbrushes. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ...MY SUPER BREASTS...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA... MY SUPER NIPPLES...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...SO TICKLISH...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA... MUST GET FREE...HA HA HA HA....WILL STOP YOU... HA HA HA HA...MUST FIND BLACK SYRIAN... HA HA HA HA HA... AND BRING HIM...HA HA HA HA....TO JUSTICE... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA " laughed Yellow Cat...flexing her muscular arms and long muscular legs... her fists clenched...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with golden and razor sharp toenails...tugging in futility at the tough leather restraints...which refused to yield...as she writhed furiously atop the examination table.
"That's where you're wrong foolish girl!" remarked Douglas as he kept the rotating thick bristles of his electric toothbrushes moving slowly over the super erogenous summits of her perfect ebony mounds...ensuring every inch was covered. "HA HA HA HA HA HA...MY SUPER BREASTS...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...MY SUPER NIPPLES...HA HA HA HA HA HA...YOU ARE THE FIRST CRIMINAL...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...TO TICKLE THEM...HA HA HA HA HA HA....IN MY CAREER...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...AS A SUPER HEROINE....HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
...CONGRATULATIONS....HA HA HA HA HA HA...BUT IF YOU THINK...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....THIS WILL STOP ME...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...YOU ARE WRONG...
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...." laughed the Busty Jamaican Amazon...as she continued to struggle.
"YOU WILL BE IN BIG TROUBLE.....HA HA HA HA HA...WHEN I GET FREE...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING...TO SUBDUE ME...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA" laughed the Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...a broad smile etched on her beautiful face...flashing her pearl white teeth at the vile veterinarian...who kept on moving the electric brushes over the wide cocoa areolas atop the summits of her great brown breasts...in a circular motion...making sure the rotating bristles brushes her thick cocoa nipples at the centre of these highly erogenous zones...as she strained to break her bonds.
"HA HA HA...I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS...HA HA HA HA...I AM A BUSY SUPER HEROINE...
HA HA HA HA HA....I HAVE TO FIND JIMMY JONES...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA....PROTECT HIM...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...FROM THE BLACK SYRIAN...HA HA HA HA HA HA
LEARN ABOUT HIS PLANS...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...STOP THEM...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HA...AND BRING HIM...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...TO JUSTICE...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA..." blurted Yellow Cat throwing her head back...her muscular arms and long muscular legs at full stretch...her fists..with long slender fingers with golden and razor sharp fingernails... clenched...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with gold and razor sharp toenails curled... thrusting her naked mountainous brown breasts up towards the demented doctor...who gleefully kept moving the whirling thick bristles of his electric toothbrushes over her colossal cocoa nipples and the wide cocoa areolas that surrounded them.
However Yellow Cat had once again miscalculated the seriousness of her predicament...due to her arrogance and overconfidence that her super powers would always help her to win...and the criminals she faced were imbeciles...incapable of handling a woman like her. The Busty Jamaican Amazon was unaware...that as she laughed from the repeated strokes of the rotating bristles of the electric toothbrushes over her naked broad chest...the toothbrushes were steadfastly doing the job that Douglas intended them to do. As they brushed the super erogenous and tender cocoa flesh of Yellow Cat's fabulous nipples and areolas...they slowly massaged the gel which coated their long thick bristles...into these areas....compounding the peril of the celebrated Jamaican superwoman.
"Oooooooh....What is happening....I...I am...suddenly...getting...really...dizzy...and....and...tired.... so...tired..." confessed Lara...surprised by the fact that she was quickly becoming light headed...the struggles of her voluptuous and muscular brown body...becoming slower and slower...as Douglas glided the rotating bristles of the electric toothbrushes over each of her colossal cocoa nipples and her wide cocoa areolas which capped the summits of the magnificent mounds of her naked chest. Seconds slowly turned into minutes...as Lara felt her eyelids becoming increasingly heavier in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...as she felt the whirling bristles brushing her all over her big brown nipples...that were becoming shiny...hard and erect again. "Oooooooh....What...is...happening....to me....Uuuuuuuh...My Super Nipples...What...have...you.......done....to....me....Uuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuh" moaned Yellow Cat...as an inconvenient truth dawned on her.
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