New Ocelot Woman in Escape from Essequibo Island Part 1

New Ocelot Woman in Escape from Essequibo Island

Prologue
 
Located on an island in the middle of the Essequibo River...the Essequibo Penetentiary stood as a grim and imposing structure of Guyana's penal system. First established as a fort by the British in thr 1800's...the massive structure had been converted in the post-independence period into the country's main prison where the majority of Guyana's hardened criminals were sent to carry out their sentences. The prison's walls were made of stone and were 80 feet high. Guard towers capable of withstanding a tank shell dotted the walls at strategic places and each one was manned by four well-armed guards...one of whom was responsible for operating a 50 calibre machine gun. Rows of razor wire along the top of the wall..also gave prisoners who thought climbing it was their best bet for freedom second thoughts about taking that risk.
 
Manned by a garrison of 1,000 guards...the penetentiary was accessible only by boat..and a ferry travelled regularly between the mainland and the island..bringing personnel..prisoners and equipment at regular intervals. As if these features were not daunting enough..the Essequibo River with its fast undercurrents and cold temperatures was considered to be the most unswimmable river in Guyana. In the early days of the prison..when its high walls were being reconstructed..some prisoners met a grisly death when they escaped the prison...only to drown in the Essequibo River as they attempted to swim to the mainland.
 
As the prisoners went through their morning exercise ritual in the penetentiary's court yard...under the watchful supervision of guards stationed along the walls and on the ground..one of Essequibo Island Penetentiary's more famous inmates sat deep in thought with some of his fellow inmates on some benches. Not long ago..he was one of the most powerful and influential men in the South American nation...a wealthy business man who owned one of the largest sugar plantations in the country and had interests in several other financial holdings in the country. This offered him the opportunity to peddle his influence with persons in the highest levels of government, business and the security forces...developing an intricate network of contacts to serve his purposes. Few people knew that his deceased father was a neo-Nazi who was one of Guyana's biggest drug lords in the 1970's...using the profits from his illegal marijuana trade to fund guerilla operations inside and outside of Guyana with the goal of overthrowing the Guyanese government..replacing it with a regime that served his interests.
 
His father failed and he took up the quest to achieve that goal. He developed a master plan which he believed could not fail. Using his vast fortune to hire mercenaries from Haiti and India...he deployed them in different parts of the country and ordered them to attack specific communities with the aim of causing racial strife to break out across Guyana..stretch the authorities to breaking point..and then topple the government once all law and order in the country had broken down. However one unexpected hitch to his plans emerged in the form of the mysterious female vigilante who called herself Ocelot Woman. She was an East Indian woman in her early 20's. Her sole item of clothing were a flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard.. barely covering her tanned body which was described as simultaneously curvaceous and muscular. Her identity was concealed behind an ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face. She wore gold bracelets on her wrists, a golden belt and lasso around her curvy waist and a gold anklet inches above her left ankle.
 
She had superhuman speed and the strength of 20 men...and flew in a strange jet which Guyana's armed forces had no knowledge about. However the common thread in all of the differing police reports was that all police officers who encountered her while dealing with the rioters were mesmerised by her body..especially her large firm breasts which threatened to burst out of her flimsy costume. Using her unique powers and abilities...Ocelot Woman calmed down the riots as quickly as they started. She even managed to locate the camps of his hired mercenaries and defeated them.

Using his extensive network of contacts...he lured the gorgeous Guyanese superwoman into a trap..where his loyal aides were able to exploit her obvious weaknesses...knock her unconscious and bring her to his sugar plantation in the Demerara region for interrogation. However with the aid of two friends...Ocelot Woman was able to recover from the torture he inflicted upon her..and turn the tables on him. All of these events happened two years ago..but as he sat on a bench in the yard of Essequibo Island Prison...Bill Wilkins vividly remembered it as if it had happened just yesterday.
 
As he languished on this river island penetentiary...Wilkins could not help but be incensed as the daily copies of Guyana's leading newspaper...the Stabroek News..continued to report on the adventures of the sexy Guyanese Amazon in her never ending fight for justice against the country's criminal elements and to protect the innocent citizens from their evil ways. In the latest edition of the newspaper...Wilkins read another exclusive story from its top investigative journalist Kim Parmasar about how Ocelot Woman thwarted a scheme by renegade scientist Dr Malcolm Cort and American oil baron Jorrie Power to develop special missiles that would be used to change global weather patterns to control the world's crude oil supplies.
 
Emblazoned across the front page and the first five pages in the main news section of the Stabroek News were photos by the paper's ace photographer showing the defeated minions of Cort and Power being rounded up by police officers and soldiers..the destroyed bunker with its hi-tech equipment.. and of course..photos of the buxom Guyanese Amazon herself. As he glared at the pictures of Ocelot Woman..which clearly defined every inch of her brown curvaceous and muscular  body down to the last inch..Wilkins' rage boiled within him.As he crumpled the paper in his fists...three inmates seated on either side of him glanced at each other.
 
Wilkins' former top bodyguards...the burly white duo of Werner and Reinhard..sat to his left..while the stocky Amerindian native...Ricardo Tachika sat on the right side of the former business magnate. All three men had encounters with the buxom Ocelot Woman where they had knocked her out cold but she returned to defeat them. In fact..it was no secret that many of the other inmates now incarcerated at Essequibo Island were sent there after falling to the fists and feet of Guyana's celebrated female champion of justice. "Gentlemen...We have suffered in this place long enough...and it is time that we make the person who put us here pay the penalty for what she has done...We shall have our freedom..and revenge against the Ocelot Woman!" vowed the former business magnate under his breath.
 
Werner, Reinhard and Tachika looked at each other quizzically. "You heard what I said...I have developed a plan to capture that big breasted do gooder..and use her to negotiate safe passage for us out of this prison and out of Guyana to a country that has no extradition laws where we can operate in safety.." said Wilkins in a low tone. "We are with you Boss...You know zat...but how vill we capture ze Ocelot Woman while we are in zis prison?" asked Werner. "Simple my friends...this prison is filled with unfortunate degenerates who were placed here by the Ocelot Woman...every single one would no doubt be eager to make her pay for putting them here..." stated Wilkins. "Ja...I hear zem talk lots about zat big boobed fraulein..zey vant to get zer hands on her big boobs.." added Reinhard..the least intelligent of the trio. "Thoughts of that woman's breasts are on my mind nearly every second of the day..what I would do to them if only I got get access to the infirmary.." said Tachika...drooling at the mere thought about what he could do to Ocelot Woman with the medicine and equipment which was kept in the infirmary to deal with the most troublesome prisoners. "But Herr Wilkins...how vill we lure zat big boobed buffoon into a trap here...?" asked Werner..finally addressing the question which neither Tachika nor Reinhard would ask Guyana's former top crime kingpin.

"I may be incarcerated on this miserable island...but I still have allies on the outside..and here in this prison...who will be more than willing to help me execute the plan I have developed over these many months here...the Ocelot Woman is somehow connected to this journalist with the Stabroek News...Kim Parmesar...she always seems to get the best and exclusive stories about her...it makes me wonder how is it possible that Miss Parmesar somehow always gets the inside scoop on that big breasted bimbo...my sources tell me it is not impossible to believe that Kim Parmesar may know the true identity of Ocelot Woman.." explained Wilkins to his cohorts. The words vaguely registered in Tachika's mind...as if he had somehow come close to learning who was the woman behind the mask of the Ocelot Woman only to have that knowledge elude him. Tachika pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he joined  Werner and Reinhard as they joined Wilkins in walking around the courtyard of the prison. Guards patrolling the courtyard and those along the walls watched them as they walked. "You see my friends... Kim Parmasar is the key to capturing Ocelot Woman...clearly there is a connection between them...once Miss Parmasar is here..we shall arrange our break out to coincide with her presence here...once we have captured her...Ocelot Woman will no doubt come to her rescue..." explained Wilkins in a low voice to avoid anyone else hearing what he was saying.
 
"Ja..and then we capture ze big breasted fraulein..." replied Werner in a whisper. "Precisely...once we have taken control of the prison..and taken Ocelot Woman captive..along with others here...the authorities on the mainland will have no choice but to bargain with us for the safe return of Guyana's protector...they will grant us any wish we desire in order to guarantee her release and the release of any other hostages here...for now we shall do nothing but lay the groundwork for my most diabolical plan to work...the Ocelot Woman shall pay for her crimes against me.." vowed the former kingpin.

Georgetown, Guyana. Midnight
 
The deal went down along the  Demerara River in the Big Diamond suburb in the southern part of the city. Under the cover of nightfall, a group of shady figures gathered at a used car lot to undertake business activities which could not be done in the light of day. Danny Dhanoolal lit a cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke as he watched his business associates walk towards. One of them carrying a briefcase which Danny estimated was full of money for the merchandise which he was selling tonight. A career criminal since the age of 17...Danny was a known criminal operator in Guyana's criminal underworld and had been in and out of the country's penal system for numerous offences. Tossing the cigarette away..Danny walked amongst the shells of old vehicles which littered the lot..towards an old Cadillac shell..which reminded him a lot of a car which he used to own as a teenager back in his home town..a fishing village called Charity located on Guyana's north-east coast.
 
 "Word on the street is that you've got some of the best product...better than what old man "Top Hat" Thomson's crew peddles...." stated the leader of a gang of four men who stood in front of him. Thomson..who got the name "Top Hat" because of his fetish for bowler hats...was one of the biggest drug lords in Guyana..at least that was until his syndicate was brought crashing down by the Ocelot Woman. "You heard right gents...100 percent pure quality is what I'm offering you...right from the wilds of Suriname..and right past all border security...Here's just a sample of what you can get from me if you agree to do business.." said Danny as he reached into the trunk of an old Buick and pulled out a guitar case. Walking to the bonnet of the car where the four gangsters were standing. Laying the case on the bonnet...Danny unfastened its locks and then flipped the lid to reveal over 200 packages filled with compressed green marijuana leaves.
 
"Looks like you ain't all talk Dhanoolal..we could use this stuff....the ganja circuit's been pretty quiet since Top Hat got shipped off to Essequibo Island..." said the gang leader as he examined the merchandise. "All right..now let's talk figures..." replied Danny. However before the illegal transaction could continue any further...a shapely female figure alighted into the midst of the criminals. She was a young East Indian woman in her early 20's.. a flimsy and translucent ocelot pelt leotard barely covering the curvaceously, muscular body. Her breasts were largely firm and barely protected by the thin fabric. The leotard formed a thin sliver in between her llarge, muscular thighs...exposing a few wisps of black pubic hair. Her feet were bare save for an erotic golden anklet, just tied above her left ankle. Her trademark golden belt and lasso and twirled themselves magically around her small, curvy waist. Her black hair was long and glossy as it cascaded on to her broad and virtually naked shoulders. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists while an ocelot pelt mask caressed the upper part of her beautiful face...concealing her identity.

"You should have known better Danny!..You are in violation of your parole!..I should have known that it would not have taken long for you to fall back into your wicked ways!..Now I'm going to take you and your drug dealer friends to jail!!" declared Ocelot Woman as she assumed her trademark heroic pose. Her hands on her shapely waist..her long, muscular legs spread slightly apart and her well-defined chest thrust towards her foes with confidence. "No way Ocelot Boobs!!..You ain't taking me back to the slammer without a fight!!..Get that bitch if ya want us to get outta here with the drugs!!" cried Danny to his four criminal counterparts. The sexy Guyanese Amazon's amazing cleavage swayed under her flimsy leotard as she stepped into the lunge of one thug and dealt him a hard right fist to the jaw. "Oh Danny!..You talk tough but you know you cannot back up that talk with action like I can!" quipped Ocelot Woman as the thug crashed to the ground.
 
Another swiped at her with a knife but the buxom Guyanese superwoman easily blocked his attacks with her gold bracelets. She countered with a left hand chop to the throat which put this thug out of action. The third thug leapt at her with a blackjack gripped firmly in his left hand and poised to strike. Easily sidestepping him..Ocelot Woman grabbed hold of his shirt with both her hands. Swiveling on the balls of her erotic bare feet...every muscle on her curvaceous brown body was aptly highlighted as she tossed him through the air effortlessly. He landed in the open trunk of an old Ford car ten feet away..the force of impact causing the trunk to close on him. Spinning around....
...Ocelot Woman drove the ball of her left foot solidly into the jaw of the last thug as he unwittingly chose to rush her. Hearing footfalls as he fell senseless at her feet..the gorgeous Superwoman of Guyana..saw Danny running away with the guitar case filled with drugs. "Your drug dealing scum friends were no match for my Ocelot strength and speed Danny..Better than them have tried to stop me in the past and failed...You all can ask them about it once you're safely behind bars...Do not make this any more difficult for yourself!" declared the heroine as she pursued Danny Dhanoolal through the maze of vehicle wrecks, old tyres and other junk which littered the scrap yard.
 
Ocelot Woman's large firm brown breasts bobbed and swayed under her skimpy attire..which was designed more for comfort than anything else..as she weaved her way through the junkyard. She slowed her pace as she lost sight of her quarry. "You cannot escape Danny!....Come out..Come out wherever you are!" beckoned the sexy Guyanese Amazon as she walked slowly amongst the piles of wreckage...searching for the criminal who she knew better than any of the other characters in the underworld of the South American nation. Ocelot Woman felt the cool sensation of the damp earth under her erotic bare feet and the slight breeze rippling through the thin fabric of her ocelot pelt leotard which barely covered her massive brown breasts..that rose and fell slowly with each breath.. as she searched the darkened surroundings for Danny Dhanoolal.  Her brown eyes narrowed in the slits of the thin ocelot pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face as she used her heighten sense of vision to try to locate where Danny was hiding. Suddenly..the gorgeous Superwoman of Guyana felt her famous puffy black nipples tingle under her flimsy attire and she instinctively knew that it had nothing to do with the cool night air. Danger was close at hand. She whirled around on the  balls of her feet..her arms raised and her legs slightly apart in a fighting stance..turning to face the threat which she sensed.
 
A stray cat emerged from its hiding place in the shell of an old pick up truck..looked up at her..hissed and then scurried away towards another part of the yard. "I am not looking for you kitty...you can run along now...the quarry I am hunting is much bigger than you..." thought Ocelot Woman with a smile on her face as she relaxed her guard for only a minute. That was all the time that Danny Dhanoolal needed to leap out from his hiding place and holding the long end of the ganja laden guitar case with both hands...he swung its wide base solidly into the ample chest of the sexy Guyanese Amazon.  "Unnnhhhh!!!" groaned Ocelot Woman..her slender muscled arms flailing in the air as the force of the blow knocked her into the back seat of an old Chevy motor car. Reaching into the inner pockets of his black leather jacket..Danny pulled out a thick cotton pad and a dark brown bottle. Uncapping the bottle..he poured all of the clear, sweet-smelling liquid that it contained into the pad and discarded the bottle. He dove into the rear of the old Chevy..landing atop the buxom heroine who was  dazed by the unexpected and cowardly blow to her famous breasts. "Lookin for me Ocelot Boobs?!..Here I am!" snarled Danny as he pushed aside the spaghetti thin straps of her leotard with his left hand..exposed her large brown mounds..capped at their summits by thick, puffy black nipples and areolas. Before the Guyanese superwoman could act...he started to rub the damp cotton pad gripped in his right hand all over her chest..paying particular attention to her nipples and areolas.
 
"Uuhuhhhh!!!...No..Uuunhuuuhhh!!!..my Ocelot Breasts...Uuhuuuuhhhh!!!..being....Uuuhhhhhhh!!!..CHLOROFORMED!!!"
cried Ocelot Woman in alarm as she immediately felt her super-powered breasts responding to the drug which all the crooks in Guyana knew she had no resistance against when it was administered in this special spot. Her curvaceous and muscular body wiggled under Danny's body..her left hand grabbed Danny's right wrist as she tried to keep the chloroform pad away from her exposed breasts while her right hand gripped his left wrist. Ocelot Woman planted the soles of her erotic bare feet flat on the worn out leather sofa of the old car. "Oohhhh..Danny..this brings back..memories...Uuuhhhh..you..you..were..the first villain...first man...to chloroform..my Ocelot Breasts...in the back seat of your car...I..I was..Ocelot Girl then..." sighed the heroine as she stared into his eyes. Danny saw her brown eyes were struggling to remain open in the slits of her ocelot pelt mask..as her large brown breasts..with her puffy black nipples semi hard and shiny from the chloroform..heaving right beneath his upper body. "Yeah...yeah..I remember that..." sneered Danny who was momentarily distracted by the memories which the heroine's words jarred in his head. That distraction allowed Ocelot Woman to return the favour which Danny did to her minutes earlier.
 
Pressing her knees into his stomach...the sexy Guyanese Amazon flung Danny off of her out of the car. He landed hard on his butt on the ground outside. He was now getting to his feet as Ocelot Woman emerged from the old car wreck..readjusting the straps of her leotard to cover her big breasts once more. Danny made a wild swing with his left fist but she easily dodged the blow. Ocelot Woman countered by driving her erotic left foot hard into his gut..knocking the wind out of him.  A solid right uppercut to the jaw sent Danny Dhanoolal crashing to the ground. The last thing he saw before blackness swept over him was the beateous Ocelot Woman standing over his fallen form.

When he awakened later..he was handcuffed and in the custody of Guyanese police officers... along with the four gangsters he had tried to sell his marijuana to. He recognised the 22-year old Hispanic man..clad in a green leather jacket, black slacks and boots that was directing the officers. He was Karl Misawa..a New York Police Department Detective..who had been on special assignment to the United States Embassy in Guyana to investigate the criminal activities of one time business magnate Bill Wilkins. Ocelot Woman was also after Wilkins and the two had teamed up to bring Wilkins down and send him off to Essequibo Island Prison.
 
"All right guys take them away...Ocelot Woman did us a big favour nailing these drug peddling scumbags...they'll have a lot of time to think about what they've done..once the judge sends them off to Essequibo Island...let's bag them and get out of here.." ordered Misawa. As the officers led them into a waiting police van...Danny scanned the area for his busty arch enemy but she was long gone before the police arrived on the scene. "You got me this time Ocelot Boobs...but this ain't the end of it...We'll meet again..an until we do..I'm gonna spend a lot of time thinking about how I'm gonna whack you in those big breasts o yours...have you sleeping like a big baby while I do what I want to you...Just you wait and see..." he silently vowed as they were loaded into the back of the police van..the doors were locked and the van drove away.  Ocelot Woman gave little thought to Danny as she piloted her fabulous Oce-Jet over the skies of Guyana's capital city. Her large breasts rose and fell under her flimsy ocelot pelt leotard.. her right hand working the flight stick between her massive thighs...her long muscular legs moving back and forth as her erotic bare feet gripped the flight pedals.
 
"Another night of dealing with low level criminals eh Plane?" said Ocelot Woman. "Yes Mistress...there has been little criminal activity in Guyana since you defeated Dr Malcolm Cort and Jorrie Power...but you allowed one felon to chloroform your breasts...my analysis indicates that had he been better prepared you may not be sitting here at this moment..." replied the robotic voice of the Oce Jet over the Oce Receiver inside the cockpit. Powered by mystical energy...the aircraft also had an artificial intelligence which helped the heroine to detect evil and which offered her both suggestions and criticisms. "Oh don't lecture me Plane..You know I have absolutely no resistance to man's touch or devious drugs like chloroform...maybe fighting the kinds of amateurs I have had to deal with made me want a crook to actually come close to knocking me unconscious...but it did not happen tonight..did it?" quipped the Guyanese superwoman. "No Mistress..but I advise you to remain vigilant..your enemies are many..." stated the Plane. "Yes..and they are always thinking of  new schemes to touch my Ocelot Breasts..knock me out and have their way with me...This is where we part company..Good night Plane..." said the heroine as she eased out of the cockpit. "Good night Mistress..I shall be ready whenever you summon..." replied the Plane as Ocelot Woman climbed on to its starboard wing as it flew over a series of apartments in the western suburbs of Georgetown.
 
With incredible agility... the buxom heroine leapt off the wing of her plane which zoomed away into the night sky at a speed which made it undetectable to the human eye. With every muscle on her curvaceous body accentuated...Ocelot Woman glided towards the balcony of one apartment. Landing on the balls of her erotic bare feet...the sexy Guyanese Amazon walked towards the sliding glass door in front of her and opened it to enter the apartment. Standing at attention..she focused her thoughts and in a brief flash of light...changed into her alter-ego of 20 year old Kim Parmasar..investigative journalist with the Stabroek News..Guyana's leading newspaper. Her flimsy crime fighting costume was replaced by a loose fitting white t-shirt which reached down to her knees. Her long mane of glossy black hair had dulled slightly and was now piled atop her head. "Now that Danny and his friends are safely off to jail...and Ocelot Woman is no longer needed for tonight...it's time for me to get some sleep.. and get ready for another day's work at the paper..." thought Kim as she strolled into her nearby bedroom. Slipping under the covers, she drifted off to sleep.. hoping to be refreshed for tomorrow.
 
One week later.
 
Stabroek News building, Georgetown. Noon. 
 
Kim Parmasar was at her desk in her corner of the newsroom..typing up the latest story on Ocelot Woman's heroic exploits. Clad in a loose white blouse, black tie, black skirt which reached to her knees and black leather high heels..her black hair tied into a pony tail..Kim's fingers moved rapidly over her keyboard as she wrote a story about her sexy super-powered alter ego saving some elderly people from a burning apartment building in the southern part of the city and apprehending the unscrupulous landlord and his cronies who had set the building on fire in the hope of collecting the insurance. As she made the final edits to her story..ace photographer Johnny Chan walked up to her desk with photos of the beauteous Superwoman of Guyana in action..saving the fire victims. "Ocelot Woman is really something else..She came out of nowhere in the nick of time to save those old folks..." said Johnny as he showed Kim the photos. Kim could not help but admire herself as Ocelot Woman in action and noticed that Johnny's photos captured the heroine's every detail with almost microscopic detail.
 
"This is really great stuff Johnny..Mr Kandivas is going to like it..." said Kim as she looked up at the handsome, athletically trim photographer who was dressed in a light blue short sleeved shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. She flashed him a brief smile as she felt her nipples tingling under her thin black silk bra under her white blouse as her secret feelings of attraction for Johnny were heightened by his closeness. Kim and Johnny had grown closer as friends within recent weeks..and she had gotten closer to him as Ocelot Woman when Johnny helped her after Dr Malcolm Cort had managed to drug her breasts into unconsciousness and tried to siphon away her strength to power his special rockets that were designed to influence global weather patterns so he could gain total control over world oil prices. For his part...Johnny was in a dilemma himself because while he was growing closer to Kim as a friend...his crush on the beauteous Ocelot Woman was stronger than ever...after she thanked him for his help by kissing him after they stopped Malcolm Cort and Jorrie Power's evil scheme.
 
While he still held a torch for Ocelot Woman...Johnny knew that she could not give up her crime fighting responsibilities to the people of Guyana to have a full time relationship with him. Maybe..just maybe he could build something more with Kim who seemed to like him as much as he liked her..and showed no interest in any of the other male staffers at the newspaper. "You know Kim...We have'nt gotten much time to really get to know each other..." said Johnny as he pulled up a chair next to her desk. The lady journalist filed her story and emailed it to Kandivas for editing as he sat down. "I mean with all the excitement...the mine in Mahaicony Village..Cort and Power...and seeing that things are kind of slow right now..I was wondering if...?" Johnny asked. Kim could feel her temperature rising and she fought to keep sexual thoughts about Johnny out of her mind. However before Johnny could continue..the phone rang on Kim's desk. "Stabroek News..Kim Parmasar..." said the female journalist as she picked up her receiver.
 
"Kim...Come to my office..and tell Johnny to come as well.." said Bruce Kandivas, the Editor-in-Chief. "Sorry Johnny  but duty calls or more specifically..the Chief.." said Kim with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders as she stood up and walked towards Kandivas' office on the far side of the newsroom. Other staffers watched as Johnny..who was briefly confused by what happened..jump out of his chair and hustle across the newsroom to catch up with Kim as she entered Kandivas' office. "Close the door Johnny...I've got an important job for you and Kim..." stated Kandivas who looked like he wasn't a day over 50. Johnny closed the door and sat down in a chair next to Kim who was already seated. Bruce Kandivas looked across his large pine desk at his top journalist and top photographer.
 
"What's going on Chief?" asked Kim. "I have just been informed by some of my sources in the Government that Senator Henry Goddard is leading a high-powered delegation of officials to visit the Essequibo Island Prison later today..the purpose of the visit is to discuss the need for prison reform..and apart from his own private media crew...Goddard has specifically requested that you two come along to cover the event..as the only other regular media personnel.." stated Kandivas. Kim and Johnny glanced briefly at each other before looking back at their  Editor In Chief.
"Goddard is one of the most influential senators in the government and he's chairman of the Prison Reform Committee..he's definitely in a position to pull enough strings to arrange this kind of visit.
 
"I don't know Chief...I remember the last time Goddard hosted a major event..the opening of the new pediatric wing of Georgetown Memorial Hospital...Ocelot Woman was the guest of honour...but associates of Bill Wilkins used that event as a cover to capture her...What's to say this isn't a case of deja vu?" said Johnny. Kim remembered how she had been lured into a laundry room of the hospital where she was ambushed..and her Ocelot Breasts were chloroformed until she was unconscious...and then taken prisoner to Wilkins' sugar plantation in the Demerara region..where she was kept weak and sleepy with more sexual torture of her super breasts..until Johnny and Detective Misawa intervened to help her. "Oh come on Johnny...We don't have any evidence connecting Goddard to Wilkins..and its purely coincidental that Wilkins is incarcerated on Essequibo Island." remarked Kim.
 
"Along with several other felons who were all apprehended by Ocelot Woman over the last few months...This is a big story..so I'm assigning you and Johnny to meet up with Goddard's delegation at Temheri Heliport for the flight to Essequibo Island at 2 pm...Stay alert...anything can happen.." stated Kandivas. "You can count on us Chief...Come on Johnny..We have a helicopter to catch.." said Kim as she got to her feet and walked out of her boss' office. Johnny nodded at Kandivas as he followed the intrepid lady journalist out of the  door. "Kim..don't you think we're kind of rushing into this without knowing what's going on?" asked Johnny as they walked back to her desk. "Oh you know I never do anything impulsive Johnny..not without thinking things through...Something tells me there's a lot more to this story than what meets the eye...Senator Goddard is up to something...and by accepting his invitation..we'll find out exactly what that is..." replied Kim as she picked up her handbag.
 
"I hear that Essequibo Island has some of the worst villains in Guyana holed up in there..including Bill Wilkins...if they were to get loose..." said Johnny as he packed his camera equipment. "That's not likely to happen Johnny...I've been reading up about Essequibo Island Prison..since it was built back in the 1800's..the place was a fortress and the authorities have taken steps over the years to strengthen it...it has over one thousand guards...walls that can't be breached...facilities to keep the most violent criminals in line...and its Warden Neil Parsons..is one of the strictest disciplinarians in the  Prison Service...Trust me Johnny..We're not in any danger..except of missing the helicopter flight to the island...Let's take one of the paper's jeeps..." said Kim as she patted him on his left shoulder with her right hand.
 
Kim and Johnny walked together into the elevator which they took down to the basement of the building where the vehicles were parked. "All right Kim..I'm going to hold you to your word on this..." replied Johnny with a smile as they climbed into one jeep. "This is just routine business Johnny..and even if something were to go wrong at the prison..something which all its resources can't handle...I'm sure Ocelot Woman will be close by to help restore order.." said Kim with a smile as Johnny started the jeep. "Yeah...We can always count on her when we need her.." replied Johnny as he drove the jeep out of the basement garage and on to the street..heading west toward the heliport. "That's what troubles me...Bill Wilkins is in jail...We never found out how wide his criminal network was...some of them may still be out there...and Wilkins hasn't forgotten what Ocelot Woman did to him..if she comes to the prison...she may be walking into a trap.." thought Johnny but he did not share it with Kim.
 
Kim and Johnny arrived at the heliport and were immediately ushered to the helipad where Senator Goddard and his entourage were boarding two helicopters. The silver-haired, 70 year old Goddard approached them with his right hand extended in friendship. "Miss Parmasar...Mr Chan...I am very pleased that you accepted my invitation at such short notice...I trust the Stabroek News to highlight the importance of my committee's work on prison reform.." stated the senator as he shook hands with Kim and then Johnny. Johnny started taking pictures of the delegation boarding the choppers while Kim did an impromptu interview with Goddard. The other members of the committee..two men and a woman..boarded the first chopper. As he took the photos...Johnny could not help shake the feeling that the 30-year old brunette with heavy set glasses on her face seemed vaguely familiar. A four member camera crew boarded the second chopper along with a couple of Goddard's bodyguards. Two other guards boarded the first chopper which the senator, his committee and the Stabroek News duo were travelling in.
 
"Okay Johnny..We're good to go...We'll get more exclusives at the prison..." said Kim as she touched him on his right arm with her left hand..signaling it was time to leave. They stared briefly into each other's eyes..causing Kim to feel a slight tingling in her nipples..from her suppressed attraction to the handsome photographer. No words were spoken  as they got into the first helicopter with Goddard and his committee. The two helicopters lifted off the pad and flew north-west over Georgetown...the vast jungles and the mighty Essequibo River towards their destination...in a trip that took a mere 20 minutes.
 
Warden Parsons..a short, lean Negro man..dressed in a cream brown suit..accompanied by a detail of prison guards were waiting on the prison's helipad for the choppers as they touched down. Flanked by his head of security...a bearded East Indian man named Captain Peter Balroop..walked toward the helicopters as they powered down their rotors to allow their passengers to alight. "Senator Goddard...I am honored to welcome to Essequibo Island Prison...and I am looking forward to having open and frank talks with you and your committee about how to improve the facilities here.." stated the warded. "Thank you Warden..the feeling is mutual..Shall we take a brief tour of the prison before we hold our meeting?"asked Goddard as Kim recorded their words on her tape recorder. Johnny and Goddard's private camera crew getting their shots simultaneously.
 
"Of course...Please follow me.." offered Warden Parsons as he motioned to Capt Balroop who ordered a group of 12guards to accompany them into the prison. Word of the senator's arrival spread like wildfire through prison's population...reaching the maximum security wing..where Wilkins and other top prisoners were being held.
"The senator is here...Herr Wilkins..." reported Werner. "Good..spread the word to our people...Prepare to execute the plan on my signal..." replied Wilkins as he looked up from the novel he was reading in his cell. Back in the general population..Danny Dhanoolal..a regular returnee to the walls of Essequibo Island.. had no idea what the former kingpin had planned but his street wise criminal instincts made him suspect that something was going on.
 
Danny was working in the prison's woodwork shop..but was alert enough to notice some conversations between a few of the inmates and two of the guards that were on duty there. "Something's cooking Danny boy..whatever it is..better find a way to get in on the action to get outta this place..then even the score with the Ocelot bitch for putting me here.." he thought. Ricardo Tachika was folding linens in the prison infirmary when he received word discreetly from a guard that Goddard had arrived..and that Kim and Johnny were with him. Going to the medicine cabinet..
Tachika helped himself to several packs of cotton guaze...bottles of chloroform and other drugs which Wilkins ordered him to secure. He placed them secretly into a trolley filled with dirty linens and was allowed to leave the infirmary undetected thanks to two guards who were on Wilkins' payroll.
 
While these events were being set in motion...Warden Parsons led Goddard and his delegation on a tour of the main cell block. Goddard listened attentively as the warden told him about the number of inmates housed at Essequibo Island..some particulars about the prison's infrastructure and the steps which were being taken to rehabilitate the prisoners so they could rejoin society as good, law-abiding citizens. Kim continued to record everything that was being said in their conversation. Suddenly...the lady journalist felt her nipples starting to tingle under her blouse and knew this had nothing to do with Johnny being so close to her and her hidden feelings towards him. "Ocelot Nipples tingling!..Danger close..I have to change into.." thought Kim..looking for how she could slip away to transform into her sexy, super-powered alter-ego.
 
She had not made any plans..when a loud explosion shook the prison..causing fire alarms to blare and the cells in the main block opened..causing the prisoners to stampede towards the courtyard in what could only be a prison break. "Warden!!
..Explosion at the power plant...Fires..the locking mechanism for all the cells has been compromised!!..The prisoners are loose!!" reported Captain Balroop as distant gun shots were heard as the guards were presumably trying to restore order. "Quickly senator...You and your party must follow me to me office..It's in a secure wing of the facility..We will be safe there until help arrives!" cried Parsons as he led the way down the smoke filled corridors. "Johnny?!..What's happening?" cried Kim. "Come on Kim!..It's a prison break..we gotta get to safety!!...This is serious...looks like the guards have their hands full..and they're going to need some help on this!" yelled Johnny as he ran down the corridor. 
 
In the midst of the confusion and the smoke..Johnny did not notice that Kim was lagging behind..and deliberately so. "Johnny's right...this is crisis situation..time for me to change into Ocelot Woman and..." thought Kim as she prepared to make her change. However before she could..male arms reached out through the smoke and grabbed her from behind. "Hmmblmmm!!" cried Kim into a thick cotton pad that was clamped over her nose and mouth to prevent her from crying out for help. "We
meet again Miss Parmasar...Welcome to Essequibo Island..." whispered Ricardo Tachika into her left ear.  "Unhuuhhh...I...I'm being...chloroformed!!..by some felon...who knows me...have to get free..get away..change into..Ocelot Woman!!" moaned Kim into the cotton pad as her head started to spin from the effects of the drug. The intrepid female reporter writhed furiously in the grips of her attacker..flailing her arms and legs as she struggled to break his strong grip.
 
However Tachika knew Kim well and what she was trying to do. Keepinh the chloroform-soaked pad clamped over her face with his left hand...he shoved his right hand under her loose fitting blouse and began to roughly fondle her large breasts. "This bring back memories bitch!" snarled Tachika. "Uunnnhhhh!!!!...No!!..not my breasts....being groped...Ooohhhh...my nipples...getting..so..hh..hh..hh.hh..hh..hh..
..aahh..ahhh..ahhh...rrddd...getting..distracted...Unnnhhhhh!!!...Chloroform...is taking effect...getting..so...dizzy..so sleepy..I..can't..can't..can't..." moaned Kim into the pad..her brown eyes fluttering rapidly as she fought a losing battle to stay conscious. 
 
To be continued