Tigress of India in Tamed

Bombay, India 1940
British Military Intelligence headquaters. 7 pm.

Colonel Roger McDonald...head of British Military Intelligence.. wore a grim look on his face as he spoke with his secretary...Corporal Diala Singh in the privacy of his office. Hours earlier..Major Gavin Stewart..one of his top officers had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. "I am very worried about Major Stewart...Colonel McDonald..." said Diala. "As am I Corporal Singh..but we can rest assured that the British Army will leave no stone unturned until we find him..and return him here..safe and sound.." replied McDonald. Diala saluted him as she turned and walked out of his office.

McDonald watched her leave. Her skin was dark brown, her black hair was wore loose about her shoulders. She wore a pair of large-rimmed glasses. The colonel knew that despite only being 20 years of age...Diala was one of his loyal and trusted aides..next to Major Stewart. Her khaki army uniform gave little away and the 40-year old colonel sometimes wondered what her life was like when she was not on duty. Little did know..as he left the office for the night..that the answer to that question was closer than he knew.

Inside her darkened, locked office...Corporal Diala Singh..slowly removed her uniform..under garments and shoes..until she was completely naked. "Finally..I have been waiting to get out of this constraining uniform..." sighed the young female officer as she opened a secret compartment in her desk drawer..which contained the attire which she would be wearing for the evening. After tying her thick glossy mane of black hair into a series of braids atop her head...Diala reached into the compartment. "Major Gavin Stewart was carrying crucial files from Calcutta when he disappeared..." said Diala as she slipped a pair of flimsy tiger pelt panties up her strong calves and large thighs..until they fit snugly into the space between the latter.

Next..a golden belt..bearing the symbol of a tiger's head on the buckle..was wrapped around her small, shapely waist. "So far the British Army has had little success finding him..therefore..the task falls to me to rescue him...but not as Diala Singh..Corporal..British Military Intelligence..." said the young woman as she pasted patches of tiger pelts over the puffy black nipples and areolas which crowned the summits of a pair of large firm, dark brown breasts which she kept hidden under her clothes. "But as...the..TIGRESS!" resolved Diala as she slipped a tiger pelt mask over the upper part of her face to conceal her identity.

After checking to ensure that her flimsy attire was in place...the sexy Indian superwoman..slipped out of her office window. Flexing the muscles of her shapely body..she was soon moving swiftly across the rooftops of the city..in search of her quarry. "Gavin Stewart is obsessed with the Tigress..all of her heroic exploits..against the forces of evil in India...Little does he know how close he has been to her..all this time..when I am Diala Singh.." thought the beauteous Indian Adventuress as she leapt from one rooftop to another with uncanny agility. "As long as the forces of evil threaten the innocent in India..I can never reveal my true identity..or the secret feelings I have for him.."

Using her heightened senses...it was not long before the gorgeous Superwoman of India...
detected a conversation amongst criminal elements about the files which Gavin had in his possession at the time of his disappearance. Diala focused her concentration on a warehouse in the southern part of the city and moved swiftly towards it. A group of criminal thugs there were startled when the scantily-clad heroine came crashing through a skylight on the roof and landed in their midst. Knives and clubs were drawn as they rushed to subdue their unwelcome guest.

They found that task to be very difficult. With superhuman strength and speed...Tigress sent several of her larger and more muscular male opponents..flying through the air..or sprawling along the ground..with a variety of punches, throws and kicks. Crates were smashed to pieces as thug after thug..crashed into them. "Unless you wish to endure my wrath further!!.
..Tell me where is Major Stewart!..Tell me what you have done to him!!" declared Diala as she continued to sweep through her enemies like a a female hurricane of justice.

However despite her mighty powers and incredible fighting abilities...the villains' strength was in the superiority of their numbers. It was not long before that fact came into play. After nearly an hour of battering her opponents around... Tigress soon found her strong arms and legs being grabbed by several male hands as they struggled to subdue her. She managed to throw some of them off..but more jumped the Indian Adventuress. "The woman fights like a wild animal!..We cannot hold her for long!" yelled one thug before he tasted the ball of the heroine's bare right foot in his jaw. "Your male brute strength is no match for the powers of the Tigress!!...I shall defeat you..and end your evil scheme!..You shall face justice!!" snarled Diala as she struggled furiously to get free.

"Hold the woman fast!..We shall teach her the error of her ways!!" yelled another thug. "
There is nothing you can do to stop me criminals!!..Surrender now!!..and I shall see that you all receive a fair trial!!" quipped Tigress as she continued to struggle. However Diala did not see one of the thugs pull out a dark brown bottle and a thick wad of cotton from under his robes. She did not see him uncap the bottle and empty a copious amount of its contents into the cotton wad. The mighty heroine was still struggling in the grips of her male foes..when the wad was lowered on to the large swaying mounds of her broad chest. "Do you think that will stop me...I.." laughed Tigress as she flexed her muscles to throw her enemies off of her.
However this never happened..as Diala realised that her situation had changed.

"Ohhh!!..What manner of trickery?!...My tiger pelts..are for comfort..not protection...Unnhh!!
..something on that pad...it is..making my Tiger Nipples...become..hh..hh..aarr..dd..that is..
making..my Tiger Breasts...become..tired...Tiger Strength...fading...strange thoughts..Uhhh
..urges...desires..are filling my head..want men to touch my Tiger Breasts...my Tiger Nipples
..make me..weak..make me sleep...No..have to resist..must..get free..." moaned Diala as she struggled wildly in the steely grips of her male opponents as the cotton pad was rubbed vigorously over her amazing chest. Beneath the tiger pelt patches...the Indian superwoman's nipples were swiftly becoming hard as bullets as the drug on the pad easily penetrated the tiger pelt patches..which by Diala's own admission offered her no protection whatsoever.

"Hold her fast my brothers!..The woman must be punished for her insolence!!" cried the thug who was rubbing the pad all over Diala's chest. Diala's brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her tiger pelt mask with every stroke of the pad..especially over her tiger pelt patches..
which covered her fabulous nipples and areolas. "Unnnhhhh...What..what are you..doing..to
me...my..my Tiger Breasts...Oohhhh..they..feel..so..tired...so very tired...No..must..stay..
awake..fight..for..justice.." moaned the Indian Adventuress in a faint and sleepy voice. Her curvaceous and muscular brown body wiggling frantically to get free. However the thugs held her firmly..as the cotton pad was rubbed vigorously over her large breasts..special attention being paid to her nipples.

"Unnhhh...No...my will..to fight...for..justice...cannot..think..Ohhh...my Tiger Breasts...tired
..so very..very..tired...must..stay..awake..but...Uhhhh..my Tiger Nipples...they..are..so..hhh
...hhhh..aaa..rrr..ddd...I..am..being..tamed...you..know..my weakness..have..to give up..
you..have..defeated me..." cooed Diala as her shapely body fell limp in the grasps of her foes as her big brown breasts now gleamed with a hazy aura. The men released their hold on the sleepy Indian superwoman..allowing her to collapse to the ground. Tigress lay flat on her back. Her arms flung past her head. Her long, muscular legs spread wide open beneath her small curvy waist. "Ooohhh..what have you done..to my Tiger Breasts...Tiger Nipples feel like..they are being touched...by the hands..of many men...thoughts of sex..in my head..are
making my Tiger Breasts..feel tired...so..hhh..aa..rrddd..to..think..clearly.." moaned Diala as she struggled to keep her brown eyes open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask.

"It's called chloroform foolish female..Your feelings for the Englishman..have betrayed you..for all your great powers...your greatest strength..is your greatest weakness.." gloated the thug holding the chloroform pad...as he rubbed it repeatedly over the heroine's tits which were hard as bullets and erect..threatening to burst through the tiger pelt patches that covered them. "Uhhhh...a man..is touching my Tiger Nipples...I must..tell the truth..
whenever..that happens...Yes..you..are..right..I..I care..for Gavin Stewart...my..Tiger Breasts
..are the source..of my strength..all my powers..." blurted Diala. Her long legs gliding back and forth below her small curvy waist over the ground. Her sexy toes twitching erotically as the fight was slowly but surely taken out of her by the application of chloroform to her amazing chest.

"Ahhhh...losing..my Tiger Strength...Ahhhh..forbidden desires...for..sex...and...sleep.. too strong...no choice...cannot fight...no match..for men's deceit...they..have turned..my strengths..into weaknesses...Ahhhh...my Tiger Breasts...have..turned..against me...Tiger Nipples...never..felt..so..hhaarrrdd..make me..so..tired..I..am..so..tired..." confessed Diala in a sleepy voice as the chloroform pad was rubbed over her rock solid nipples. "Have no fear Tigress...you shall soon be reunited with your precious Major...for all your great powers... your feelings have betrayed you...You..are still..a woman..." sneered the thug as he rubbed the chloroform over the large brown breasts of the sleepy Indian superwoman.

"You are right..criminal fiend...I..I allowed..my feelings for Gavin Stewart..to cloud my judgement...underestimated...treachery..of Nazi agents...the chloroform..it is too powerful..
all over..my Tiger Breasts...Tiger Nipples..so hard... making me become..so sleepy..no choice..blacking out..." sighed Diala as blackness engulfed her. The last thing she saw were the thugs hovering over her..as her super-powered breasts were chloroformed into submission..and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

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