Tigress of India in Queen of the Ring

Bombay, India 1940.
9 pm

People did what they could to get by in times of war and this was a fact of life which 14-year-old Dhanny Balkie knew very well. Orphaned when he was very young, Dhanny grew up on the streets of Bombay, doing whatever job he could find. When the war came to India, he found work with the postal service and spent a lot of time delivering mail and packages to various British military offices in the city.

Dhanny parked his bicycle outside the steps of British Intelligence headquarters and gathering his last bundle of mail he walked up the steps and entered the building after showing the sentry on duty his pass. The young boy walked up another flight of stairs and towards an open office door where the sound of a typewriter was heard. He tapped lightly on the door and looked inside to see a woman clad in a drab gray blouse and long gray skirt busily typing up some reports. Her mane of black hair was pulled back and tied into a tight bun. "Good evening Miss Singh..mail for Colonel McDonald.." said Dhanny, announcing his presence.

Diala Singh stopped typing and her light brown eyes looked up from behind her large glasses to see the young delivery boy standing there. "Thank you Dhanny..Colonel McDonald was expecting these..just put the letters on my desk..I will see that he gets them.." she said with a smile. Dhanny nodded, did as Diala told him, bid her goodnight and left as the ordinary secretary went back to her work.

One hour later.. Dhanny was riding his bicycle through the sidestreets of the city, taking a shortcut back to the cheap room and board that his meager wages could have afforded him, when he was alerted to the sounded of strange activity coming from the rear of an old clothing factory. Parking his bike in a nearby alley, Dhanny made his was towards the chain link fence which surrounded the old building.

Slipping through a hole in the fence, the curious boy hid behind some old wooden crates and watched as a group of hoodlums dressed in black clothing made their way into the factory with several metal cans. The smell of gasoline from the cans was unmistakeable. Boldly, Dhanny slipped inside the building and watched as the men doused everything in sight with gasoline. "Come on..Let's do this before anybody gets wise to us!" said one of the men.

"Gosh! They're going to burn down the factory!..I have to tell somebody..!" said Dhanny. But before he could leave, Dhanny felt an explosion of pain as the butt of a gun was cracked against the back of his head. "Unh!!" groaned the boy and fell senseless to the ground. "What's going on out here?! asked the hoodlum leader as he approached two of his subordinates who were standing over the unconscious Dhanny.

"Caught this kid hiding..saw us..he almost got away.." explained the thug holding the gun that rendered the delivery boy senseless. "We can't afford no witnesses!..Tie him up and leave him here !" ordered the hoodlum leader. However the trio froze in their tracks when they heard a female voice declare,"Do not touch that boy now or you will face my wrath!"

They turned around to see a woman, whose voluptuous body that was both impressively muscular and sexily feminine was barely covered by a skimpy tiger skin bikini, standing behind them with her hands balled into fists on her curvy hips and her long legs slightly apart. A golden belt with a shiny tiger emblem was wrapped around her small waist. Her thick black hair cascading on to her naked shoulders and reaching the centre of her back. Her light brown eyes stared at them through the slits of a tiger skin mask which could not hide her astonishing beauty.

"The Tigress! Kill her!" snarled the hoodlum leader as he instantly recognised the beautiful Indian superwoman whose exploits against the forcesof evil in India were legendary. However the sexy Indian superwoman exploded into action immediately. Her shapely body flew through the air as she leapt towards the three hoodlums. Her bare feet landing squarely on the chest of the hoodlum leader's chest. He was knocked against a wall, stunned by the force of the heroine's attack.

Landing on the balls of her feet, Tigress turned around to see the rest of the hoodlums closing on her, intent on subduing her. Her huge breasts jiggled within the confines of her flimsy tiger skin bra as she sent one hoodlum flying across the room with a right hand slap to his face. The Indian superwoman's shapely left leg was thrust forward as she drove the ball of her left foot hard into the gut of another hoodlum and he fell to the floor writhing in pain.

A flurry of lightning fast punches from the beautiful Indian superwoman floored another three hoodlums but the hoodlum leader made his move when he picked up the still unconscious Dhanny and pulling out a gun, placed it to the boy's head. One hoodlum attempted to jump the heroine from behind but grabbed hold of his wrists, Tigress effortlessly tossed him over her broad shoulders and he went crashing to the floor.

"Enough woman! One more move and I will kill the boy! You will do nothing to stop us from capturing you, Tigress!" he yelled. The heroine whirled round in a fighting stance, her arms raised and her legs spread apart. The beautiful Indian superwoman knew that the hoodlum leader had her at a disadvantage as he pressed his gun against Dhanny's right temple. The other men who she had beaten earlier were now getting to their feet and encircling her. The female secretary had been on her way home when she sensed danger and ducked into a alley to don her golden belt and turn into her super strong and sexy alter-ego of Tigress. With the criminals holding Dhanny prisoner, Diala had no choice but to obey them.

"I cannot allow you to hurt the boy criminal!..I will do whatever you say.." agreed Tigress, the accentuated muscles of her curvaceous body relaxing. "Good!..Bind the woman's hands securely!"commanded the hoodlum leader. One of the men walked up behind the Indian Adventuress, pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists tightly with rope. This hoodlum stood behind the Tigress, his hands firmly on her bound wrists to ensure that she did not try any funny business." I must play for time..find a chance to free myself and save Dhanny.." thought Tigress, looking for a chance to strike. Once the criminals were distracted, Diala knew she could easily snap the ropes binding her with her mighty strength.

"You must now tell us how to knock you out Tigress!..Tell us how or the boy dies!" he warned. Diala's light brown eyes blinked briefly in the slits of her tiger skin mask at the sound of those dreaded words. "Tell me now!" growled the hoodlum leader as he pressed his gun even harder against the unconscious boy's head. Bound by her virtues of truth, justice and fair play, the beautiful Indian superwoman could do nothing except reveal her most intimate secret to her criminal opponents.

"I am vulnerable to man's touch and chloroform. I become very sleepy anytime chloroform is put on my breasts..it makes me think of sex and sleep..but you creeps do not have chloroform!" laughed Tigress, in defiance of the peril that faced her and young Dhanny Balkie. "That's what you think bitch!" grinned the hoodlum leader as one of his cohorts brought forward what Diala immediately recognised as a black leather doctor's bag. Her light brown eyes widened in the slits of her tiger skin mask as a thick cotton pad and a dark brown bottle containing the dreaded sleep liquid that she feared were taken out of the bag.

"Take off the bitch's bra and hold her steady.." ordered the hoodlum leader as he laid Dhanny on the ground and poured a copious amount of chloroform from the bottle into the pad. Two more hoodlums approached the sexy Indian heroine from either side of her curvaceous body. Seeing her opportunity to strike, Diala flexed her powerful muscles and snapping the ropes which bound her wrists, she leapt towards the hoodlum leader. He groaned as the ball of her right foot connected with his jaw, sending the bottle of chloroform and the soaked cotton pad flying in different directions.

Carrying Dhanny in her arms, Tigress ran swiftly towards the factory's entrance. The hoodlums drew their pistols and opened fire at the Indian superwoman. "No you fools!! You will..!!" yelled the hoodlum leader but his warning came too late as the sparks from the bullets that struck the gasoline-covered interior of the factory ignited an inferno. "Get out of here!..We'll get the Tigress later!!" cried the hoodlum leader as he led his cohorts out of the factory via a side entrance.

The beautiful Indian superwoman's long, muscular legs allowed her to make powerful strides as fire engulfed the area behind her and she leapt clear of the factory, mere seconds before it was consumed by a huge fireball. "Unhhh.." groaned Dhanny as he slowly regained consciousness and was greeted by the beautiful sight of the Tigress looking at him with a look of concern. As his senses returned, the young boy realised that he was on the ground and being cradled in the arms of India's legendary champion of justice.

"Are you all right Dhanny?" asked the gorgeous Indian heroine. "Uh..yeah..You..know my name.."stammered Dhanny as she helped him to his feet. "Yes...It is my job as a superheroine of India to know such things" replied the Tigress with a smile. Dhanny had never believed the stories he read in the papers about Tigress were real. Now here he was in the care of the beautiful Indian superwoman. He was in awe at her shapely muscles and huge breasts that were barely contained by her skimpy tiger skin bikini.

"Wow!..what happened here?" gasped Dhanny as he saw the burning factory behind the heroine. "You were witness to a criminal act Dhanny..the perpetrators have escaped..but they may try to find you..Come with me..I know a place where you can be safe.." said Tigress as she took the boy by the hand and led him down a nearby alley as fire trucks arrived on the scene to put out the blaze.

An hour later, Tigress and Dhanny were standing outside the Holy Trinity Orphanage in the heart of Bombay. They were greeted their by an elderly, kind-faced priest. "Ah Tigress..it is a pleasure to see you once again lass..How may I help you.." asked the priest. "This boy needs shelter and protection Father Scott..See to it that his needs are taken care of.." said Tigress. Dhanny turned to the beautiful Indian superwoman who placed her hands on his shoulders as she looked down into his eyes.

"You will be safe here from those men Dhanny..I will bring them to justice for their criminal acts..Father Scott will take good care of you.." Tigress assured him. She walked away and stretching her well defined muscles, leapt like a cat and disappeared, over the rooftops and into the night. "Come inside lad..Tigress is a good friend of this orphanage..and saved many like yourself.." said Father Scott as he led Dhanny inside. Dhanyy only vaguely heard a word that he said, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the beautiful Tigress.


British Intelligence HQ, Bombay.
One week later.

Clad in her usual drab attire and wearing her thick black hair in a tight bun, secretary Diala Singh sat at her desk while her boss Colonel Roger McDonald met with his top operative, Major Gavin Stewart in his office. Diala was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the warm feeling in the huge breasts hidden under her attire under control whenever she was around him. However she knew she had to or her secret identity of the Tigress would be revealed to the forces of evil and a tremendous force for good would be lost.

The subject of their meeting was a series of unexplained fires in the city over the last two weeks. While there had been no clues to the identity of the mysterious arsonists, Diala somehow suspected that they were somehow connected to the men who she had rescued Dhanny from. No one would have ever suspected that hidden under the ordinary attire of the mousy secretary was the sensuous figure of India's champion of justice. Using her heightened sense of hearing, Diala listened in on the meeting.

"It's very baffling sir..The arsonists leave no clues..it's like they move like ghosts.." said Gavin. "Indeed..could be the work of that Mahar chap again..but he wouldn't dare to come to Bombay..not with the Tigress alert to his plans.." replied McDonald as he took a long pull on his pipe. There was a brief moment of silence before McDonald spoke again. "We have to move quickly to solve this one Gavin..We've managed to keep it quiet so far..but the destroyed properties belong to Kaal Cassimir, one of the city's wealthiest merchants..he has great influence with the city council..he's already starting to put pressure on the top brass in New Delhi for us to catch these arsonists.." said McDonald.

Diala remembered seeing pictures of Cassimir in the local papers. He was a suave, well-conditioned, middle-aged man with jet black hair in his mid-thirties. In addition to his business interests, Cassimir had several other pursuits including the staging of boxing events in the city to raise funds for charity. "Hmm..seems like the arsonists have some sort of grudge against Kaal Cassimir..Perhaps I should pay him a visit later this evening as the Tigress.."resolved Diala as she continued typing up her reports for Colonel McDonald.

Around 7 pm that evening, Dhanny Balkie made his way through the city streets after completing a couple of deliveries. As he had just turned down a side street to make his next delivery to the Cassimir Trading Company building when the shapely and sensuous figure of the Tigress of India alighted in front of him. "Tigress..!" gasped Dhanny in surprise as he looked at the beautiful Indian superwoman, her shapely muscles and enormous bust barely contained in a skimmpy tiger skin bikini.


"Hello Dhanny...It is good to see you again..Working hard I see.." said Tigress with a brilliant smile, standing with her hands on her curvy hips and her sleek, muscular legs slightly apart. "Uh..yeah..I um..never got a chance to thank you for..saving my life.." stammered Dhanny, trying his best not to stare at the Indian heroine's huge, firm breasts. She was amused that such a young boy would find her so alluring. "No thanks are necessary Dhanny..It is my duty to fight for justice and help those in need.. I must be go..but I shall never be far if you need me.." promised the beautiful Indian superwoman. Dhanny watched in awe as she flexed her mighty thighs and leapt towards an open window on the top floor of the Cassimir building.

Kaal Cassimir was sitting in his palatial office doing the books and was startled by the sudden appearance of India's beauteous champion of justice as she entered his office through the open window. "Good heavens.." he gasped. "Do not be alarmed Mr Cassimir..My name is Tigress..I am a superheroine and I am here to help you.." said Diala as she assumed her trademark pose. Her large chest thrust forward, shapely legs slightly apart, her hands balled into fists and resting on her curvy hips. "Yes..I have read about your exploits against the Nazis and India's criminals..I am greatly honoured to meet you.." said Cassimir as he stood up and removed his reading spectacles.

Tigress felt her nipples tingle slightly under her flimsy bra as Cassimir moved from behind his desk and approached her. He was wearing a cream coloured shirt, pants and shoes which highlighted a lean physique. She put those thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on the business at hand. "I am certain you know why I have come to see you Mr Cassimir.. I am investigating the fires that have destroyed your properties..I have reason to believe that someone has a particular interest in putting you out of business..I need your help to find them and bring them to justice," said Tigress.

"I have been very reluctant to speak with the police or even British military intelligence about these fires..but you are right Tigress..I believe I can trust a brave and beautiful woman as yourself.." replied Cassimir as he picked up a letter from his desk and handed it to the Indian superwoman. "This is a threat from the arsonists..they are demanding $20,000 in gold coins or they will destroy your rum distillery tonight?!" said the Indian superwoman, concern etched across her beautiful face, as she read the contents of the letter.

"Yes.. I have not told the authorities because I do not know whether the criminals have sources there..What am I to do?" replied a visibly worried Cassimir. "Do not worry Mr Cassimir..I shall go to your rum distillery and stop the arsonists..contact Major Gavin Stewart at British Intelligence headquarters..he will send soldiers to the distillery to arrest the criminals.." said Tigress to the merchant. "Yes..I will do it Tigress.." said Cassimir as he watched the heroine depart his office the same way that she entered.

Meanwhile, Dhanny Balkie was waiting on the ground floor of the Cassimir Trading Company as the clerk checked to see that the mail he was delivering was properly registered. As he stood there, his cap tilted so his face could not be seen clearly, six men in hats and thick overcoats walked past him. "You sure everything's set..?" whispered one man. "Yeah..that Tigress bitch is in for one sleepy surprise at the distillery.." replied another man in a low tone.

Dhanny was about to follow them when the clerk called him to sign a receipt. By the time he did as the clerk asked, the men had climbed into a waiting car and driven away. "Gosh!..Tigress is walking into a trap!..I have to help her!" resolved the young boy.

One hour later.

Tigress arrived at Cassimir's small rum distillery. Leaping from the rooftop of a nearby building, the beautiful Indian superwoman landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet and walked slowly towards the old building. Her large breasts bobbed in the confines of her flimsy tiger skin bra with every step she took. The sensation of the cool earth registering beneath the soles of her feet. Diala noticed that the padlock on the distillery's front doors was broken and the one of the doors was slightly ajar. "Strange that the arsonists would want to burn this place..but information which Mr Cassimir told me seems to be correct.." thought Tigress as she boldly entered the darkened interior of the old distillery.

No sooner had the gorgeous Indian heroine entered the distillery, she felt her nipples stiffen under her thin tiger skin bra and seconds later, the distillery's old iron doors closed with a loud metalic clang. "A trap!" Diala realised as she heard heavy footfalls approaching her. The Indian superwoman assumed a fighting stance, her arms raised and legs slightly apart. With a snarl, a masked thug lunged at her. "You cannot subdue me with such amateurish tactics!" laughed Tigress as she pivoted on the ball of her left foot and drove her right foot solidly into the man's jaw. The force of impact sent him sprawling along the ground.

"This will change your attitude bitch!" snarled another thug as he jumped the heroine from behind and slipped his left arm around her toned abdomen and pulled her against his upper torso. "Release me criminal at once or face my wrath!" warned Tigress as she raised her arms over her head to strike her opponent and her sleek muscular legs flailed under her curvy waist as she fought to get her feet back on the ground. As the beautiful Indian superwoman struggled within his grasp, she felt him rubbing some kind of damp cloth all over her voluptuous breasts which were barely covered by her flimsy tiger skin bra.

"Ohhh!..Some kind of liquid being rubbed on my breasts..Ha! but it is not chloroform!..I am still strong!" said Tigress as she thrust her hands behind her and clapped the thug holding her on either side of his head. He released his hold and staggered away, howling in pain. "So you criminals think you can make me sleepy..you shall not succeed..!" declared the sexy Indian Adventuress as she prepared herself for further attacks.

Four more masked thugs emerged from the surrounding darkness to surround her. Diala's heightened powers of sight allowed her to see that each of them were holding plastic bottles with spray nozzles at the top. "Ha!..you criminals think you can make me sleep with that liquid..only chloroform works on me..I shall prove it..spray that liquid on my chest..I will not stop you..!" said a confident Tigress as she placed her hands on her curvy hips and stood with her powerful legs slightly apart and her huge breasts pushed forward.

The thugs gleefully accepted the Indian heroine's invitation and generously emptied the contents of their bottles on to every inch of her amazing chest which soon gleamed with a hazy aura in the darkness. "See criminals!..I am not sleepy..now I shall take you to the police!" laughed Tigress as she advanced towards the four thugs who made no attempt to run. "Why are they not running? They must be dumber than I thought.." thought the Tigress.. confused by their actions. Suddenly, the reasons for their actions became apparent as she felt her dark brown nipples rapidly stiffen and begin to poke through the thin tiger skin of her bra.

"Oooahh..criminals have outsmarted me..nipples reacting to strange liquid..making my breasts feel..dizzy.. breasts beginning to feel so sleepy..mind filling with thoughts of sex..and sleep..must escape..before..I lose consciousness.." moaned Tigress as her light brown eyes flickered open and closed in the slits of her mask and her head began to spin. She staggered towards the distillery's main doors put the building fatigue in her big breasts made her movements sluggish and she was an easy target for her enemies.

One thug lunged and grabbing hold of her shapely ankles, sent the Indian superwoman crashing face down on the ground. "Uhhunnhhhh!!!" moaned the Tigress as her great breasts were instantly stunned by the impact. Their strength and confidence renewed, the six thugs pounced on the dazed and disoriented heroine, rolling her on her back. Two thugs held her down by her shoulders while another two thugs spread her shapely legs apart and placed the weight of their bodies on her mighty thighs to pin her to the ground.

"Uuhnnn..I underestimated you criminals..What did you use on my breasts?..It is not chloroform..but I feel so sleepy..weak.." said Tigress as she writhed helplessly in their grasps. "It's unrefined rum Tigress..we figured them big breasts of yours couldn't handle any alcohol.." said a thug as he removed the heroine's flimsy bra to expose her massive dark brown breasts and the dark brown nipples at their summits which were shiny and hard as diamonds.

"By the Tiger Goddess..you have found new way to make me weak and sleepy..breasts feel so light..strange..sleepy..thoughts of man's touch so strong..cannot think..becoming so sleepy..strength fading..have fallen into trap..put me to sleep criminals..I..am defeated.."moaned the sleepy Indian superwoman.

"Sweet dream tiger bitch..it's bedtime for your big breasts.." grinned a thug. Pinned to the ground and totally powerless, all the mighty Tigress of India could do was stare with drowsy concern through the slits of her tiger skin mask as the thug brought a thick cloth, freshly soaked in the new sleep drug, ever closer to her stiff dark brown nipples and prepare herself to be knocked unconscious.

to be continued.