The abducted journalist couple and the two female game wardens who were dued to protect them are brought to the poacher's camp and are tightly tied up on some trees. Their captors tell them that they will be toughly interrogated by their boss and then they will decide how to get rid of their helplessly bound and gagged captives. The prisoners know to well that only a miracle may help them to get out off the clutches of their captors. But even completely powerless and subdued, they don't loose their faith. They love people, they love life, they love animals and they try to love even their captors and they pray desperately that the Holy Spirit may come over them and that they will have mercy with their helpless captives and spare them...
Hours pass. The helpless captives have been left alone by their captors. And the more the desperate captives become aware how useless is their struggle against their tight gags and ropes the more intense and fervid become their desperate prayers for mercy and salvation:
"Oh Lord save us, please save us. Help! Help!"
"Jesus, Jesus, Mercy, Mercy, please Mercy"
"Holy Mary, pray for us, please help us, Help! Help!
"Holy Spirit give us strenth to stand this ordeal! Oh Help! Mercy! Help!"
And actually, the ardent prayers of the distressed prisoners are not in vain...
The prayers of the distressed captives are heard, somewhere on a mysterious and mystic place, at the border between the visible and the invisible...
And it seem it's time for action...
It's time for the Black Panther...
Meanwhile the boss of the poachers has arrived and the three bandits approach to their completely helpless and fear trembling victims. The captives are quite aware that they won't be able to stand even a second of torture and that they will reveal all they know about that backers of the ivory trade. And they are sure they know a lot to much to stay alive....
The pervert poachers start to fondle and to molest their moaning and whimpering victims:
The poacher's boss: "Well, well, I see you are aldready eager to tell us everything we want to know. But let's have some fun before taking off your gags. So we'll be sure that you'll really tell us the truth..."
The poacher's boss: "Well, well, I see you are aldready eager to tell us everything we want to know. But let's have some fun before taking off your gags. So we'll be sure that you'll really tell us the truth..."
The poachers are so occupied in fondling and molesting their helpless captives that they become not aware that the Black Panther is arriving with his mighty power...
A shadowy figure moves swiftly like the wind...
... knocking out all the poachers in its path
The stranger then unties the journalist...:
The Journalist: Thank you, thank you so much!
... and the game wardens
Female Game Warden: But who are you?
Black Panther: I am the Black Panther.
Once again many thanks to GokuMartin für the plot suggestion and the wording.
Without you the captives would still suffer in tight bondage...
The captive journalists and game wardens are released, the poachers are tightly bound and will soon be taken into custody.
It's time to say goodbye...
The journalist: Farewell, Black Panther. God bless you! We'll never forget you in our whole life!
The Black Panther: Goodbye, God bless you, too. And whenever you may be captured again by the evil ones the Black Panther will be there to save and to protect you..
It's time to say goodbye...
The journalist: Farewell, Black Panther. God bless you! We'll never forget you in our whole life!
The Black Panther: Goodbye, God bless you, too. And whenever you may be captured again by the evil ones the Black Panther will be there to save and to protect you..
