DEBRA GRIEVES...a well known fashion mogul...was in disbelief as she stood in a private suite in this five star hotel located along the waterfront of Jamaica's capital city...holding a large black and white feather in her right hand...as she stared at the trickles of white milk...that were oozing slowly out of the hard...erect...bullet shaped...big...puffy dark brown nipples that capped the summits of the naked massive and firm brown breasts...of the even more well known Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica...YELLOW CAT...as she lay flat on her back...her slender muscular arms and long muscular legs spread wide open...above and below her small curvy waist respectively...the palms of her hands open and facing towards the ceiling...her fingers with golden and razor sharp fingernails...spread open...her erotic bare feet...angled away from one another...with clear spaces between her ten sexy toes which had golden and razor sharp toenails.
Debra reflected on the events which had transpired within the space of 30 minutes at the hotel...as she watched the huge naked brown breasts of the beaten Busty Jamaican Amazon...rise and fall slowly....her eyes tightly shut in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...which had cat's ears perked up at the top...her glossy lips parted...offering a glimpse of her pearl white teeth...her deep breathing telling Debra...that she was not faking...and was in fact deep within the realm of unconsciousness...having fallen into a well-laid trap...after discovering there was a drug trafficking operation taking place on the premises of the Hyatt...while Debra Grieves' House of Fabrics' company was holding a gala fashion show in the main ballroom. Debra was snapped out of her daze...by the ringing of her cell phone.
"Has the woman been subdued?...Has she told you the information that we seek?" asked the screened voice of the mysterious criminal mastermind...known only as...the BLACK SYRIAN. "I did as you instructed Master...You were correct that the woman's big nipples and large breasts were her source of weakness...she is out like a light...she told us that the boy we are looking for...JIMMY JONES...is being held in the custody of GORDON GOODNITE's private security firm....but even those I used my special feather on her big beautiful brown nipples for several minutes...she did not say where the boy is being kept...and what's more...she steadfastly refused to reveal the name of the man who had the boy placed in protective custody...until she lactated...and went to sleep.
"Fascinating...I have received information about our big breasted nuisance...she possessing incredible strength...stamina and reflexes...but is easily tamed through manipulation of her expansive chest...she has a tendency to reveal things she wishes to kept private...when she becomes aroused in her chest...but this clearly suggests that she has a deep connection to this person." replied Black Syrian. "Shall I have her taken out of the hotel...so you can question her when she wakes up?" asked Debra. "No...My schedule is tight...Yellow Cat's meddling has caused the local authorities to take a closer look...I cannot afford to have my business exposed...not now...However I do have a plan to deal with Yellow Cat...shift attention on her...while exposing of the excess personnel that were hired to aid in her capture" replied Black Syrian.
Debra Grieves smiled as the Black Syrian explained his plan to her.
4 pm
As her big puffy dark brown nipples softened.....her naked massive brown breasts ...heaving slowly up and down as she inhaled and exhaled air into her lungs...LARA GOODNITE...criminologist and daughter of billionaire Jamaican industrialist Gordon Goodnite...slowly opened her brown eyes...in the slits of the yellow cowl mask that she wore when she was in the form of her sexy.. super-powered alter-ego. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....Where am I??...What happened??" groaned the Busty Jamaican Amazon...as she slowly regained consciousness...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her yellow cowl mask...her head pillowed by her long mane of glossy black hair...that was also resting atop a fluffy pillow...rolling from side to side...as she slowly remembered the events which had brought her to her current situation.
"Uuuuuuuuuuh....I feel...dizzy in my Super Nipples...tired in my Super Breasts...I remember...leaving the fashion show...I went to catch Lancelot Holder supervising a drug operation...in the Hyatt's storage area...I was winning...until I got my Super Breasts ad Super Nipples tickled with feathers...some kind of sexy smoke was blown into my face...it knocked me out real fast...Debra Grieves...was using the cover of her own fashion show...to import drugs into Jamaica...changed into Yellow Cat to stop it...and catch LANCELOT HOLDER...in the act..so as to have the evidence needed to have him arrested...to get even with him for knocking me out...and expose his connection to the Black Syrian...but that criminal was ready for me...and I was exposed...He is smarter than the local criminals I have fought since I became Yellow Cat" sighed Lara...as she recalled how Debra was interrogating her while brushing her massive brown breasts...her big puffy dark brown nipples...with a large black and white feather.
Yellow Cat raised her left hand up towards the huge heaving brown mounds of her broad naked chest. "Ohhhh...My Super Nipples...They are starting to feel soft again...They also feel a bit moist...starting to dry...I must have lactated...while Debra Grieves was stroking them with her big feather...Asking me questions...Do not remember all of the questions...but she was asking me about...STANLEY WONG...Dad's new consultant when the big feather gave my Super Nipples a brushing...I could not help but think about Stanley...how my Super Nipples became so hard being around him...how I could not stop thinking about him touching them...how I wanted him to do it..." sighed Lara dreamily...as she gently caressed each of her big puffy dark brown nipples with the slender fingers of her left hand...taking care that she did not stab them with the golden and razor sharp fingernails of her left hand.
"How long have I been unconscious?...How long have I been topless?...I am still wearing my panty...my belt...and my whip...I am in some hotel room...I am not tied up...Debra Grieves...Lancelot Holder...must have escaped...No time to go after them ...have to get up....have to put my bra back on...I have promised to meet Stanley Wong at...."began Yellow Cat as she pressed the palm of her left hand on the mattress...turned on her shapely ass...kicking her long muscular legs in the air...the Busty Jamaican Amazon was in the process of getting off the bed...when she left an object in her right hand. As she got to her erotic bare feet...Lara's brown eyes widened with surprise to find she was holding a silencer tipped pistol in her right hand. "Eh??...Why am I holding a gun...I do not...Oh my God!" gasped the buxom Jamaican crime fighter as she saw the dead bodies of Anna Lisa and the other two prostitutes...all three dressed in main uniforms...on the floor near the bed...as was her flimsy yellow bra.
"That was one of those girls who tickled me in my Super Nipples when I was fighting the drug smugglers...She and these others are dead...shot with this gun...Debra Grieves put it in my hands...trying to frame me with murder!" deduced Lara as she dropped the gun to the floor.. The Sexy Superwoman of Jamaica was in the process of squatting on the balls of her erotic bare feet...to retrieve her thin yellow top...when the door opened...and she found herself confronted by a pair of the Hyatt's security guards...who drew their pistols upon seeing her. "Freeze lady!" yelled the first guard. "Hands in the air!...Stand up!" yelled the second guard...Yellow Cat got to her erotic bare feet...her hands raised in the air...giving the two security guards a full view of her naked massive brown bust. "Be calm gentlemen...I am Yellow Cat...I am sure you have read about me in the newspapers...I am a super heroine...I am not responsible for what happened here" said Lara.
"You're not going anywhere lady...Miss Grieves told her she heard sounds of a commotion in here...Our instructions are to keep you here till the cops arrive...the manager has called them...They should be on their way here" said the first security guard...as he kept his gun trained on the Busty Jamaican Amazon. However both of them found it increasingly difficult to think about focusing on their job...while looking at the fabulous exposed chest of Yellow Cat...wondering what it would be like to touch them. Had they paid closer attention...they would have seen that the big puffy dark brown nipples that capped her mighty brown mounds were soft and relaxed...meaning her super powers were fully restored. "I am sure that staring at my Super Breasts is pleasing to you gentlemen...and you are only doing your job...but I have someplace to be!" quipped Lara.
The guards were taken by surprise as with lightning speed...Yellow Cat pulled out her cat-o-nine whip...and cracked it...knocking their weapons from their hands. Holstering her whip as both guards dropped to the floor... howling in pain..the Busty Jamaican Amazon grabbed her flimsy yellow bra and sprinted out of the hotel room. "Thank you for the hospitality gentlemen...I like nothing better than spending part of an afternoon unconscious in a hotel room" quipped Yellow Cat as she ran out into the corridor. Picking up their weapons...the guards ran after her...however the only person they passed in the corridor was Lara Goodnite dressed in a spaghetti-strapped one piece white dress..her black tresses loose about her shoulders.. large silver earrings hanging from her earlobes...wearing open-toe high heels on her feet...and carrying a large brown leather handbag on her right shoulder. "Black Syrian is trying to frame Yellow Cat as a diversion...I will have to think about it later...but right now...I need to meet Stanley Wong" resolved Lara...silently pleased she would be seeing him soon.
Meanwhile...at his office in downtown Kingston...unaware of what his daughter was doing...Gordon Goodnite was holding a private meeting with his potential business partner...Qatari billionaire Samuel Habib. "I must say Gordon...I was most concerned when I heard the news reports of a battle of sorts in the district called The Flats...my associates in Qatar heard about it as well...and have expressed reservations about investing in new business in the area..." said Habib as he sipped the cup of tea that was handed to him by his host. "Tell them not to worry Samuel...The situation is under control" replied Gordon Goodnite as he sat on the other side of his large mahogany desk.
"I truly wish I could share that confidence Gordon...I am advised that for the second time...that masked woman in the bikini...the one called Yellow Cat was involved again...Who is this woman and what is her interest in our business affairs?...At the horseraces...your daughter described her as a super heroine...who fights for justice and helps people" remarked Habib. "My daughter Lara is a brilliant criminologist but...her judgement where this masked woman is concerned is flawed...No right thinking woman would flaunt her body the way this Yellow Cat does...Surely she should be locked away in an asylum...You needn't be concerned Samuel...My consultant Stanley Wong has personally seen to it that a witness to the crimes at the racetrack has been taken into custody at a safe house operated by my private security firm" replied Gordon. "That's good news my friend...Tell me more" said Habib.
Newport East district Kingston, Jamaica 5 pm
Lara Goodnite pulled her red Porsche sports car in front of a simple looking flat house that was located in a secluded part of this middle income suburb of the Jamaican capital city. Stretching her shapely legs as she got out of her sports car...Lara could not help but smile as she saw her father's new consultant...Stanley Wong approaching her...looking very handsome..in a black shirt..a couple buttons open at the top..matching pants and shoes...his brown eyes looking at her from behind his large frame glasses. "Hello Stanley Wong...Sorry I am late...I was...Uh...briefly detained" said Lara as she walked alongside him...up the stone walkway leading to the front door of the house. "Ooh...Stanley is so handsome...Mmm...Feeling a little hard in my Super Nipples when I am close to him...Have to keep my head clear of thinking like that" thought Lara as she stole a glance at this man...who she found herself silently becoming fond of.
"Not a problem Lara...This kid is a stubborn one...He knows something more about what happened at the racetrack and in The Flats....I'm no expert but this doesn't look like the work of any small time local crooks." replied Stanley. Lara could not help but feel tingling warm sensations in her breasts and between her thighs as Stanley impressed her with his keen sense of observation...reflecting a sharp intellect...which she found attractive. "I agree with you Stanley Wong...As you know...I have been doing my own research into the crimes taking place...They are clearly the work of a master strategist...I will do what I can to get some answers from Jimmy Jones" said Lara as Stanley used a special card key to access the door...on the other side of which were a couple of Goodnite Security officers...who were well armed.
"Miss Goodnite!...We weren't expecting you here...We don't have..." said one of the guards who was surprised when she entered the living room of the safe house with Stanley...who they were expecting to come back to check on their "guest". "Is there a problem?!" asked Lara bluntly as she folded her arms in front of her shapely bust. "No..." the guard replied meekly. Turning to Stanley...Lara informed him of her intentions. "I am going to question this boy by myself...Wait for me please Stanley Wong?" asked Lara rhetorically with a smile. "I'll be right out here" replied Stanley. Lara smiled at him before walking away down the nearby corridor...with the card key to access the room where Jimmy Jones was being kept.
As Lara walked away from him...the sounds of her heels echoing off the tiled floor...Stanley caught a glimpse of both guards...taking a long view of her perky ass..as it swayed from side to side under her dress as she walked. "Knock it off!...Remember who you work for and you're still on duty!" growled Stanley in a tone which shocked both guards...who quickly resumed their duties. However they could not help but silently wondered whether something was going on between Gordon Goodnite's daughter...whose aloofness towards men in Jamaica was legendary...and his new consultant...who no one in Goodnite Enterprises seemed to know much about. However they did know that Gordon Goodnite had a very clear rule that none of his employees was allowed to have an intimate relationship with his only daughter.
For his part...Stanley Wong was not concerned about that rule. As he watched Lara walk away...and the way her small firm round ass moved under her dress...Stanley found himself thinking about the way that Yellow Cat's perky round ass moved when she walked...remembering the movements of her voluptuous and muscular brown body when she was at his apartment...recuperating from her battle against criminals in The Flats...several days earlier. "No...It can't be...but they are so similar..." thought Stanley...unable to shake the lingering feeling that there was more to Lara Goodnite than met the eye. Lara however was not thinking about these things...but on the job at hand...as she entered the room where Jimmy Jones was being kept.
The teenage boy was sitting on the bed when she entered...and studied the 43 year old woman from head to toe... as she closed the door behind her. "Looking good big sister...Your man and his two goons gonna let me go...I ain't done nothing" quipped Jimmy. "If you are referring to Stanley Wong...That is not your business Jimmy Jones...You have quite a criminal record for someone so young...mostly petty theft...but murder would be a big promotion for you" countered Lara... as she stood before him with her hands on either side of her shapely waist...her long legs slightly apart...her feet flat on the floor. "Hey wait a minute!...I didn't kill nobody!" yelled Jimmy as he jumped off the bed.
"The right word is anybody Jimmy Jones...Bad language from dropping out of high school...and hustling on the streets...You are an accessory to murder Jimmy Jones...The men who hired you as a lookout at the Barracks Racetracks were found dead...executed...clearly done by someone ruthless and calculating...Stanley Wong brought you here for your protection...and for you to tell me who is responsible for the crime wave taking place in Kingston...That is the best offer you are going to get from anyone...I can promise you a good word will be put in for you to the police if you cooperate...or maybe you would prefer to be back on the streets!" said Lara bluntly. "No!!...I can't go out there!...He go find me!...He go kill me!" cried a suddenly scared Jimmy Jones.
"Who will kill you Jimmy Jones?...Who is it that hired you and those men?...Why were other men trying to kill you in The Flats?...Speak!...I want answers now!" demanded Lara. "All right...You win big sister....I is good as dead...the big man running the crime wave...is called de BLACK SYRIAN...He not from Jamaica...a foreigner...talk is he born in Syrian but grow up in Qatar..build a big crime empire there" continued Jimmy. "Why is he here in Jamaica?...Why did he hire men to steal Gordon Goodnite's race horse?...Why did he send men to kill you?" asked Lara. "Word on de street is Black Syrian got big business connections....Goodnite loaded...an people in Jamaica do what he says....Black Syrian got big plans to set up he business here" replied Jimmy.
The teenager's words got the wheels turning in Lara Goodnite's mind. "Oh my God!...Samuel Habib...has got to be key in all of this...the Black Syrian must be his silent benefactor...The Flats are prime real estate owned by Dad's real estate company...Dad's been talking with Habib about investing in that area...if Habib is working for Black Syrian...he will use whatever businesses Habib convinces Dad to open up there as fronts for his criminal operations!...This is something I have to deal with...I need to leave so I can change into Yellow Cat...and..." thought Lara. However before she could complete her thought...the house was suddenly rocked by a violent explosion. "Is de Black Syrian!!...He coming for me!!" wailed Jimmy Jones...in a voice of panic.
"My God!...That was an explosion at the front of the house...Stanley!...He could be hurt...I have to help him..."
thought Lara...forgetting that Jimmy Jones was in the room with her...as the fingers of her right hand reached to touch the silver bracelet on her left wrist. However distracted by the sound of the explosion...her sudden concern for the safety of Stanley Wong...standing with her back to the door...the lady criminologist was too slow as a masked thug barged into the room. "Unnnnh!!!" groaned Lara as he lashed her in the back of her skull with a blackjack. Lara's brown eyes rolled up in her head...behind her designer Perry Ellis glasses...as she dropped to her knees... collapsed face down on the floor...her arms extended past her head...her long legs spread wide open below her shapely waist.
"No!!...I ent tell them nothing!!...I ent tell them nothing!!" cried Jimmy Jones before the thug cracked his blackjack against the teenager's jaw. "Orrrrrk" cried Jimmy as he joined Lara Goodnite on the floor. "Take the kid and let's split before the cops get here!!" said a second thug as he entered the room...holding a silencer tipped Uzi submachine gun in his right hand. "Hey this chick is Gordon Goodnite's girl...Let's take her along for insurance!" said the first thug as he zip cuffed Jimmy Jones' hands behind his back and gagged his mouth. "No...Black Syrian's orders were clear...Just take the kid...Leave Goodnite's daughter here...Don't need the old man to get suspicious...Get the kid to the van and get to the docks...Black Syrian wants to set sail tonight!" said the second thug.
"Uhhhhhhhhh" groaned Stanley Wong some 15 minutes later...as he came to...with noise ringing in his ears. As he opened his eyes...Stanley saw a blurry vision of someone looking down at him. As his vision cleared the beautiful face and bust of Lara Goodnite became clear to him...as she knelt beside his fallen form. "Stanley Wong?...Are you hurt?" asked Lara with concern in her voice. "Yeah...I think so...Are you okay Lara?...What the hell happened?" asked Stanley as he slowly got to his feet...with Lara gently placing her right hand on his right shoulder and her left hand on the left side of his waist as she helped him up. The duo looked at the burnt out front of the safe house...and the dead bodies of the two security guards. "I am okay...but Jimmy Jones has been kidnapped" replied Lara.
"Then we'd better call the police" said Stanley. "No!...There is no time...We have to rescue Jimmy Jones ourselves...Come on!" replied Lara...grabbing Stanley's left wrist with her left hand...pulling him with a sudden burst of strength which surprised him. "What?!...Where are we going?!" asked Stanley as she led him to her Porsche. "I will explain along to the way Stanley Wong!...We have to get to the harbour!...We have to rescue Jimmy Jones from the clutches of the Black Syrian!!" declared Lara as they climbed into her Porsche. Starting the car.. and pressing her right foot on the gas...Lara Goodnite took Stanley Wong along...towards their rendezvous with danger. As she explained what Jimmy had told her before the safe house was attacked...as she drove...Lara mentally sent out calls to stray cats in the city...asking them to locate the Black Syrian and Jimmy Jones.
6 pm.
Lara Goodnite brought her red Porsche sports car to a stop amongst a cluster of trees near the western perimeter fence of the Kingston Container Terminal. Sitting in the passenger seat...Stanley Wong adjusted his glasses as he took note of where they were. " We are here Stanley Wong!...We have to act fast to stop the Black Syrian and rescue Jimmy Jones" said Lara as they got out of her car. "I don't understand Lara...Why are we here?...We really should let the police take care of this" said Stanley as he walked towards the front of the Porsche...where Lara was watching a cargo ship being loaded as darkness fell upon the city. Knowing she could not tell him that her feline friends had located Black Syrian as this would reveal her secret identity as Yellow Cat...Lara offered another explanation.
"That cargo ship...The Dubai Star...is owned by Samuel Habib...the crime wave in Kingston started shortly after Habib arrived in Jamaica to talk business with Dad...Jimmy told me that Black Syrian is from the Middle East and has powerful backers...Habib must be associated with the Black Syrian...Look Stanley Wong...The ship is being loaded and preparing to sail tonight...I remember reading some of Dad's files for his meetings with Habib...That ship is not due to sail for another week...It must be that Black Syrian is on board and has Jimmy Jones is his prisoner...He will kill him at sea...We have to stop them!" said Lara as she started to walk in the direction of the fence. "Hold it Lara...If what you're saying is true...and I'm not doubting you for a second...This Black Syrian guy is probably very well protected...It could be dangerous for you..." said Stanley as he grabbed hold of her left wrist.
"Let me go Stanley Wong....We have to stop Black Syrian!" quipped Lara as she glared into Stanley's brown eyes. He saw the steely determination in her eyes and knew she would not be easily swayed. "I'll go and investigate that ship...I can't afford for you to get hurt...How could I explain this to your father?...If anything happens...it's on me....Your father can fire me if I live through this...Please stay here...and call the police" replied Stanley...as he took off his glasses and gave them to Lara. "You are right Stanley Wong...Be careful" replied Lara with concern in her voice. "I will" said Stanley as he made his way towards the fence. Lara watched as he climbed over the fence...and slipped into the shadows of the rows of shipping containers...heading towards the Dubai Star...as it was being loaded.
"Stanley Wong is brave...and concerned for my safety...at the expense of his own...I cannot let anything happen to him..." resolved Lara as she stood with her shapely legs slightly apart...and touched the silver bracelet on her left wrist with the fingers of her right hand. "By the Beauty of Bastet!" she declared.There was a flash of light which engulfed Lara Goodnite' shapely body. She felt her clothes and shoes disappearing and incredible energy surging through her...as her body reshaped itself...becoming increasingly voluptuous and muscular. When the aura faded...several inches had been added to Lara's fabulous chest and legs. Her now voluptuous and muscular brown body was garbed in a flimsy two piece yellow bikini which barely covered her huge breasts and the space between her mighty thighs.
A thin leather belt was entwined around her curvy waist and a cat-o-nine whip hung from the right side of the belt. Her fingernails and toenails had turned golden and become razor-sharp. A yellow feline mask covered her entire head, with cat's ears perking up at the top. Her light brown eyes blazed through a pair of slits in the mask, which exposed the lower part of her nose and all of her glossy red lips....her long mane of glossy black hair flowing out the back of her mask...on to her broad shoulders... and reaching to the middle of her exposed back...as Lara Goodnite completed her amazing transformation into the Busty Jamaican Amazon known as Yellow Cat. Flexing her slender muscular arms and her long muscular legs.. she checked.to make sure her flimsy yellow bra and panty were in place...before she went off into action.
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