Author's note: Introducing a new heroine


Sheetah



Namibia 1964



Two men...one of them black...another white...shook hands...while a black woman and a young black girl looked on...all of them standing beside a small plane on an airstrip in the middle of this Southern African nation. " Good luck PROFESSOR JACKSON" said the white man...a 40 year old businessman named VICTOR VAN DE BOER... of Dutch descent. "Thanks for your assistance Mr Van De Boer...Your assistance...financial and otherwise to help the research my wife and I are doing...has been fantastic" replied PROFESSOR JOHN JACKSON. "However I do wish you would allow one of my pilots to fly you into the bush...

The Namibian jungles are vast...unexplored..." said Van De Boer. "That's very kind Mr Van De Boer...but John is an experienced pilot...We're in very safe hands" replied PROFESSOR MARY JACKSON...as she held the couple's four-year old daughter MELODIE in her arms.



The couple were renowned American archaeologists from New York City...who had come to Namibia...hoping to find evidence of the existence of an ancient tribe...which many believed to be a myth. "As you wish my dear...I hope you find what you're looking for" replied Van De Boer...as he bid farewell to them again. The Dutch businessman stepped away and watched from the safety of his parked Rolls Royce...as the plane taxied down the runway...and took off into the clear blue skies...flying in the direction of the dense jungle realm...located in the heart of Namibia. "Is it done?" Van De Boer asked his chauffeur

KUTU. "Yes boss man...It done" replied the brawny black driver...as the plane carrying the two famous archaeologists and their young daughter disappeared out of sight.



Hours later...close to sunset...a pair of cheetahs approached the burning wreckage of a light aircraft...and found the body of a young black girl...lying unconscious...but alive amongst the tall grass of the vast savannah. Sniffing the girl's body...they picked her motionless form...and ran away at top speed...leaving behind the burning wreckage...and the bodies of two adults...a man and a woman inside. Covering rapid ground...the pair of cheetahs carried the young girl through the dense jungle...deeper and deeper...until it reached an ancient stone temple...a pair of stone cheetah statues...on either side of the entrance. A beauteous African woman...garbed in a cheetah pelt robe...holding a staff in her right hand...emerged from the temple...as the cheetahs laid the unconscious girl at her feet. "The prophecy has come to pass...You shall live little one...You shall grow to be beautiful...brave...strong...and swift...You shall be known...as SHEETAH..." said the SHAMAN...as she carried the girl in her arms into the temple.



16 years later

Windhoek, Namibia 1980

10 am



BRITT COOPER...an 18-year old journalist with the New York Times...sat in the palatial office billionaire business magnate Victor Van De Boer. Watching the young blonde haired man on the other side of the broad polished wooden desk...was the silver haired 56 year old Dutchman Van De Boer. "I must say Mr Cooper...I admire you to be taking such a bold venture...as a young man" remarked Van De Boer. For his part...Britt was eying the older businessman with a mixture of awe and suspicion. Van De Boer's arrangement with his boss back in New York made Britt's trip to Namibia possible. However the young American couldn't help but feel his host was hiding something.



Van De Boer's wealth was renowned in Southern Africa...and Britt silently wondered if the Dutchman was playing both sides of the fence in Namibia...which was under the control of a military dictator with Marxist leanings...his army backed up by Cuban troops and Soviet advisors...being opposed by rebels who were receiving support from South African troops...and the American Central Intelligence Agency. However Britt kept those suspicions to himself as he got back to the matter at hand.

"It's my responsibility as a journalist to report the truth Mr Van De Boer...I'm here trying to solve the mystery of Professor John and Mary Jackson...and their daughter Melodie...16 years ago" explained Britt.



"Ah yes...I knew them well...Brilliant people...and their daughter was lovely...a tragedy indeed" replied Van De Boer. "I checked with the local police...They attributed the crash to rebel activity..." said Britt. "Yes...Those rebels are quite active in the jungles and bush of this country...many people have lost their lives...including many of my own employees..." said Van De Boer. "I'm sorry to hear that Mr Van De Boer...and I'm aware of the risks going out there...but I'm determined to find out what happened to the Jacksons...the reports said their daughter's body was never found. "Poor child...probably burnt in the fire...or devoured by the jungle animals...the Namibian brush is a very dangerous place...it is quite unlikely that young Melodie survived..." said Van De Boer with sadness in his voice...which Britt suspected was for his benefit.



"Maybe...but if there's a chance she's alive...I've got to explore it...I've been hearing talk from the locals since I got there about strange things that happen out in the jungle...one particular tale is about poachers...and other criminals...being beaten and left tied up by some kind of phantom...which none of them claim to have seen..." remarked Britt. "Many of the old ways still exist...Jungle folklore...tall tales...but rest assured...You will have my assistance...My people will carry you into the jungle at first light tomorrow as I agreed with your publisher..." said Van De Boer as he stood up to shake Britt's hand. "Good...I'll be ready..." replied Britt as he shook van De Boer's hand and left his office. No sooner had he left...Van De Boer's chief bodyguard and driver Kutu entered. "All is ready boss" he stated. "Good...We will have no more problems from Britt Cooper" said Van De Boer with a smile.



24 hours later

Caprivi Region

North/East Namibia

Noon



After landing at a private airstrip in this region... Britt Cooper said in the passenger seat of a Land Rover jeep...driven by one of Van De Boer's hired guides...as they drove through the lush virgin jungle region in this part of the Southern African nation.

Britt paid no attention to the beauty of the surrounding flora and fauna...as he focused on photos of the missing Jackson family...and newspaper clippings of their work and disappearance...which he carried in his journal. "Be dark soon bwana...

Best we'd be making camp..." suggested the guide. This caused Britt to look up for the first time since landing in the Caprivi...

to take note of the fading sunlight...the herds of antelope...wilderbeest...and elephants...passing by on the vast lush savannah.



"All right...We'll make camp over there..." said Britt referring to a nearby cluster of trees off the dirt road they were travelling on. "Whatever you say bwana..." replied the guide...as he drove towards the spot which the American journalist told him. Neither of them knew that from the surrounding jungle undergrowth...eyes were watching them...and plans were being set in motion. Britt Cooper was oblivious to everything...except solving the mystery of what happened to the Jackson family...heading back to New York City...being recognised for his exclusive story...and finally be regarded as a serious newspaper journalist. He had no idea how differently events were about to turn out for him.





4 pm



Feeling a little restless...Britt decided to take a walk across the lush green savannah of the Caprivi Region...while his guide dozed off at their small camp. As he walked the young American journalist...studied a map showing the flight path the Jacksons' light aircraft was headed on before it crashed. Taking out his compass...holding it in his right hand...he walked towards the nearby dense jungle canopy. "The wreckage of the plane's gotta be located to the north of the campsite...through this jungle..." thought Britt as he entered the dense jungle vegetation...getting further away from his camp...and ever closer to danger. Concealed by the dense bushes and the towering trees...figures moved in the shadows...converging on the unsuspecting American journalist...who was preoccupied with his thoughts about solving the disappearance of the Jackson family in the wilderness of Namibia...16 years ago.



His thoughts were interrupted as the back of his head suddenly exploded in pain. "Uhhhh!!" groaned Britt Cooper..as he fell face down to the ground and lay stunned from the force of the rifle butt that was driven into the back of his head. From the surrounding undergrowth...four armed rebels of the PEOPLE'S LIBERATION ARMY OF NAMIBIA...which was active in the jungle regions of the Southern African nation...emerged to take the American journalist prisoner. "The American fool made capturing him easy...Our orders are to execute him...and we shall be well rewarded for this..." said the leader of quartet of guerrillas..



As he uttered those words...the rebel leader drew his pistol from his holster...and took aim at Britt as he lay dazed on the ground before them. The American journalist...too dazed from the rebels' ambush...could not fight back or escape. "Looks like this is it..." thought Britt as he prepared himself for what was to come. However neither Britt nor the PLAN rebels were prepared for what happened next. From out of the jungle...came a blur of motion...which streaked at incredible speed towards them. The rebel leader's finger tightened around the trigger as he prepared to fire.



He was seconds away from pulling the trigger...to fire the bullet that would end Britt Cooper's life when something caught his attention. As he turned his head...the PLAN rebel leader saw ten sexy toes...with golden claw like toenails...and the top of an erotic bare ebony right foot...rising towards his face. He could do nothing as the top of this unmistakeably female foot...struck him right under the jaw...sending his senses reeling and causing him to fire his pistol into the air...as he collapsed to the ground. Britt rolled on to his back at the sound of the gunshot...and could not believe his eyes at the events which transpired around him.



He saw a young ebony skinned woman...of awesome beauty...her sleek voluptuous and muscular body barely garbed by a single strap thin bra made from a cheetah's pelt...which strained to cover a pair of huge firm ebony breasts...a thin cheetah pelt G-string barely covering the space between her large thighs...a golden belt...with a buckle that bore the insignia of a cheetah's head...a long mane of wild black hair...the upper part of her face...covered by a cheetah pelt mascara...with strong hands with golden claw like fingernails...and erotic bare ebony feet...with toenails that were golden and claw like...attacking the rebels who were trying to kill him.



Britt watched in awe as the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Woman...moved with feline swiftness and agility...through the remaining four PLAN rebels. He watched as she drove the ball of her erotic left ebony bare foot hard into the gut of one rebel...sending him crashing against a nearby tree. As another rebel attached her with his machete...Britt could not believe his eyes...as the buxom ebony beauty...cut the blade in two...with a single swipe of the golden claw like fingernails of her right hand... then followed up by grabbing the shirt collar of this rebel and effortlessly tossing his larger frame over her lean voluptuous and muscular ebony body....and he landed on the ground with a mighty thud.



Flexing her large ebony thighs...leaping with feline agility...Britt watched as the huge firm ebony mounds of the mysterious jungle superwoman...bunched together under her flimsy cheetah pelt bra... as she pounced on the third rebel...planting the ball of her erotic right ebony bare foot directly into the middle of his chest...causing him to fire his AK-47 rifle into the air.

The American journalist continued to be amazed as the Busty Ebony Beauty whirled around...with split second timing and drove the ball of her erotic left bare ebony foot into the jaw of the fourth rebel...rocking his head back. "Wow" gasped Britt as he watched the black female fury standing in the middle of the group of five well armed PLAN rebels...who all lay unconscious on the ground.



Hearing his expression the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Woman turned in his direction...and strolled sexily towards him. Britt was mesmerised by the way her huge firm ebony breasts swayed from side to side...underneath her flimsy single strap cheetah pelt bra ...and her thin cheetah pelt G-string...moved between her large ebony thighs...wisps of curly black pubic hair peeking out along its edges. He kept staring at her as she assumed a heroic pose before him...that exuded beauty...strength and confidence. She balled her hands into fists...resting them on either side of her thick curvy waist...her erotic bare ebony feet resting flat on the ground...her huge firm ebony breasts...thrust confidently towards him. "You white man!...You are fool to come into jungle alone!...Evil rebels try to kill you!" said the woman in a tone of admonishment.



"Yeah...but...you saved my life...Who...Who are you?" asked Britt who just could not stop staring at the incredible body of his Busty Ebony Beauty standing before him. "I am SHEETAH" replied the Jumbo Breasted Jungle Woman...as she stood before the American journalist...eying him carefully. He was like no other man she had ever seen in her jungle realm. "Why are you in jungle?...It is dangerous..." said Sheetah in a scolding tone as she maintained her heroic pose in front of Britt Cooper. "I'm Britt...Britt Cooper...I'm a reporter...for the New York Times...in America..." said Britt as he got to his feet...admiring every inch of the Busty Ebony Beauty's incredible body...especially her huge firm round bust...and the strands of curly black pubic hair peeking out from under her cheetah pelt G-string.



That earned him a slap across the face from the right hand of the Buxom Black Heroine. "You not stare at Sheetah Breasts...or Sheetah Cunt...It is forbidden!!" she snarled. "Owww...Okay...Okay...You can't blame a guy for looking... " replied Britt as he couldn't help himself. This untamed female fury was like no woman he had ever seen before. The American journalist's keen observation allowed him to notice a pair of outlines becoming visible against the fabric of Sheetah's single strap thin cheetah pelt bra...and her eyelids were slightly heavy as she watched him. "Hey jungle lady...You okay?" asked Britt as he managed to place his left hand on her right shoulder.



"Uuuuuuuh...Sheetah...feels...strange...tired..." admitted the busty ebony jungle superwoman...feeling her nipples harden sharply under her flimsy single strap cheetah pelt bra...and a tingling sensation between her large ebony thighs. However she quickly shrugged off those feelings...as she removed Britt's left hand from her right shoulder.

This did not go unnoticed by the ever alert American journalist...who realising that the black jungle heroine was his best chance of staying alive...decided not to pursue what he was thinking about...at least not right now. "Sorry...Thanks...Thanks for saving my life..." said Britt...flashing a smile. "Uuuuuuuh...Feel strange...around this white man...Do not...understand...must clear...my head..." thought Sheetah as she looked at Britt.



"Not safe here...more evil men return...We must go..." said the busty black jungle superwoman. "My camp's that way...At least...I think..." said Britt...trying to figure out which direction he had come from...but everything looked the same. "You come with Sheetah...Sheetah keep you safe..." said the Busty Ebony Beauty. Before Britt could say another word...Sheetah's right hand grabbed his left wrist with incredible strength. "Hey!" cried Britt in alarm...as he suddenly found himself...being pulled...everything around him a blur of motion...as Sheetah carried him deeper and deeper into the lush green jungle.



He saw the muscles on her voluptuous ebony body tense with effort...her long mane of wild black hair flailing in the breeze behind her. Not fully recovered from the blow to the back of the head from the rebel's rifle butt...or the slap to the face from the beauteous black jungle heroine...moving at speeds only capable of a cheetah...Britt felt his head spinning faster and faster. "Uhhhhh" groaned Britt as he blacked out...as Sheetah continued to speed deeper into the jungle realm.



Windhoek

7 pm



Victor Van De Boer was seated in the palatial office of his company's headquarters in the Nambian capital city as he took the call. "Yes...This is most interesting news...Do not pursue for now...We do not want to draw any unnecessary attention...Await contact for further instructions" said Van De Boer as he ended the call. As the billionaire Dutch businessman ended his call...hu loyal aide Kutu entered his office via a secret entrance known only to them. Van De Boer turned to his aide. "Is it possible?" asked Van De Boer. "I have checked with our contacts in the bush...the pattern fits...this black jungle woman...must be the one who has been interfering in our business deals with the rebels..." replied Kutu. "Then Professor Jackson may indeed have found what he was searching for...Send word for a specialist...

I must know more about this woman..." ordered Van De Boer



Caprivi Region

9 pm



Britt Cooper stirred as he heard the sound of water falling. The American journalist awoke to find himself in some sort of cave...hidden behind the white plumes of a waterfall. Sensing eyes were upon him...Britt turned to see a pair of cheetahs sitting nearby...glaring at him. "Whoa" gasped Britt in surprise. "You awaken Britt Cooper...You never run fast" remarked Sheetah as she strolled towards him...her huge firm ebony breasts swaying sexily underneath the flimsy single strap cheetah pelt. "Where am I?...What happened?...Can you call your pets off?" babbled Britt...making the buxom black jungle superwoman smile in amusement.



With a nod of her head...Sheetah ordered her cheetah friends to leave her alone with the strange white man. "You in Sheetah's home....land sacred...Evil men not find you...You safe..." said Sheetah as she assumed her heroic pose in front of Britt as he got to his feet. Her hands balled into fists...resting lightly on either side of her wide curvy waist...her long muscular ebony legs spread slightly apart...her erotic bare ebony feet resting flat on the soft earth of the cave floor...her long mane of wild black hair flowing like a waterfall from the top of her head on to her broad shoulders...reaching the middle of her back...her huge firm ebony bust thrust confidently towards her.



"Thanks...Sheetah...I've got...many questions...I need to know...who are you...where did you come from...how did you beat those armed rebels....Do you know the missing Jackson family...?" said Britt as he stood up in front of her. As she looked at him...Sheetah felt herself becoming slightly light headed...as the strange feelings she had earlier threatened to return. "Sheetah not answer...Sheetah go now...must hunt" said the Busty Ebony Beauty as she strolled past the white American journalist. Never someone to take no for an answer...Britt acted on instinct. "Eh?!...Let Sheetah go...

or face Sheetah wrath!!" cried the busty black jungle superwoman as the white American journalist wrapped his left arm underneath her ample ebony bust...her muscular ebony arms raised in the air.



As he tried to get a firm grip on the Busty Ebony Beauty...Britt tried to grab the middle of the black jungle heroine's golden belt...but missed...instead slipping his right hand underneath the belt...finding the dense jungle of pubic hair located between her large ebony thighs. "You find Sheetah Cunt!!...No touch Sheetah Cunt!!" cried the busty black jungle superwoman in alarm. Her words however had the opposite effect. "You mean like this?!" quipped Britt..as he began to rub his right middle and index fingers over the buxom black jungle heroine's virgin clitoris. The effect of this simple action was telling.



"UUUUUUUUUH...SHEETAH CUNT...UUUUUUUUUUH...MAKE...SHEETAH...UUUUUUUUUUH...WEAK...UUUUUUUUUUH

...SHEETAH...UUUUUUUH...GETTING...UUUUUUUUUUUH...TIRED...UUUUUUUUUUH...SHEETAH...MUST...UUUUUUUUUH

...GET...FREE...UUUUUUUUUH....UUUUUUUUUUUUH" protested the busty black jungle heroine...her muscular ebony arms and long muscular ebony legs flailing wildly in the air...the sexy toes of her erotic bare ebony feet...which had golden and claw like toenails...were curled with tension. "Not a chance jungle lady!" declared Britt as he intensified his rubbing of Sheetah's virgin clitoris...making her become excited...and wet...for the very first time.



"UUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" cried Sheetah...who could not use her incredible strength and powers to free herself from this most unexpected development. Britt smiled to himself as he felt the movements of the voluptuous and muscular ebony body of his beauteous saviour...becoming slower and slower. "Shhhh...Don't fight Sheetah...Just give in...Relax...Relax..." whispered Britt into the right ear of the buxom black jungle superwoman...as the middle and index fingers of his finger toyed with her thick jungle of tangled black pubic hair...as well as her virgin clitoris...which was becoming increasingly damp.



"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Yes...Sheetah...never feel this....Uuuuuuuuuh...way....Sheetah...feel...strange...Why...Britt Cooper...Why?" sighed the Busty Ebony Beauty...allowing Britt to lower her to the ground...on her shapely ass...her long muscular ebony legs spread wide open in the dirt...the sexy toes of her erotic bare ebony feet...which had golden and claw like toenails... twitching slower and slower...as Britt kept fondling her between her huge ebony thighs. As he did...he felt the buxom black jungle superwoman's large firm round ass...rubbing against his own hardening rod. "Uhhhhh...That's right...Uhhhhhh...I want to know...about you...I want to know...everything...Uhhhh...You have to...tell me..." groaned Britt as he stroked Sheetah directly in her throbbing cunt.



"Uuuuuuuuuh...Sheetah...feel...Uuuuuuuuuh....good...Sheetah Cunt...never touch...like... Uuuuuuuuuuh...Sheetah...lose

...strength...Sheetah...not fight...Uuuuuuuuh...tired...Sheetah...get...so...tired....Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned

the Busty Ebony Beauty...as she slowly surrendered to Britt's expert touches of her sex. Her head reeled with dizziness...her muscular ebony arms fell limp on either side of her curvy upper body...her long muscular ebony legs became limp...the sexy toes of her erotic bare ebony feet...twitching slower and slower...her voluptuous and muscular ebony body gyrating against the American journalist's lean muscular body.



As she did...the buxom black jungle superwoman...felt Britt's hardening rod...rubbing against the smooth inner surface of her massive ebony thighs. "Uhhhhhh...Don't pass out...Uhhhhh...Not yet...Uhhhhhh...I got...Uhhhhhh...questions for you...Uhhh

...Uhhhh.." moaned Britt as he felt himself slowly succumbing to his own arousal. He was both aroused and curious at the same time. Britt had never experienced such erotic pleasure with any woman in his life before...and he was also intrigued at how such a woman...who exhibited amazing abilities bordering on the superhuman...a woman who seemed invincible to him hours earlier...was rapidly weakening in his arms...as he rubbed her increasingly wet and excited cunt for the first time ever.


Feeling increasingly aroused and groggy at the same time...Britt looked at the golden belt entwined around the sexy jungle lady's wide curvy waist...which bore the insignia of a cheetah's head on the belt buckle. Though his mind wondered briefly about its significance...he was too busy rubbing the busty black jungle superwoman's virgin cunt...to care. "Uuuuuuuuuuuh

...Why...Why Britt Cooper...do this...to Sheetah...Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...Sheetah...weak...Sheetah...tired...No one...Uuuuuuuuuh

...ever touch Sheetah...this way...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...Sheetah...feel...strange...Sheetah...feel...good...want...more...Sheetah...

going to...going...to...Uuh...Uuuh...Uuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cried the Busty Ebony Beauty...surging upwards...as an almighty orgasm exploded between her large ebony thighs for the first time.


As she collapsed backwards against him...Britt simultaneously felt himself cum as well. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" groaned the American journalist as he collapsed to the ground on his back...and Sheetah sprawled out on top of him...with his hardened dick...resting against the inner side of her large left ebony thigh. "Sheetah...tired....so...tired...Sheetah...Cunt...wet...Sheetah...must....sleeeeeeeeeeeep...now...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed the buxom black jungle superwoman as her light brown eyes slowly closed in her cheetah pelt mascara...as she blacked out for the very first time.

Britt Cooper made no reply as he was already well into dreamland. Concealed behind the waterfall...Sheetah and Britt Cooper lay unconscious in each other's arms...not knowing of what was to come.


To be continued.