Tigress of India and the Fausta Trap 2

Bombay, India. 1940
12.30 pm

The brown eyes of the sexy TIGRESS OF INDIA...flickered in the slits of the thin tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face...as she felt her curvaceous and muscular brown body being cradled by strong male arms..the sound of a familiar male voice filtering into her subconscious. "Tigress...Tigress...Can you hear me?" the man's voice asked with concern. As her vision cleared...the beauteous Indian superwoman saw the handsome face of Major Gavin Stewart looking at her..and realised it was his arms that were gently cradling her.

"Oooh...Gavin...Uuh...Major Stewart...What happened?" asked the confused heroine as the British intelligence officer helped her to her feet. "I was going to ask you the same thing Tigress...I was kidnapped from my vehicle in the middle of midday traffic...knocked out..I guess you must have scared off those crooks...When I came to...I found you..lying here on the ground...with your top off...Do you remember anything that happened?" asked Gavin as he handed the buxom Indian heroine her flimsy tiger pelt bra. Tigress looked down and felt slightly embarrassed to see that the large brown mounds of her expansive chest were exposed to the man she secretly loved.

She noticed the thick black nipples and areolas which capped the summits of her enormous brown breasts...were soft once again..indicating that her super strength had been restored...as she put on her skimpy bra which did little to cover her chest in any event. "No...It is all a blur..I remember coming to your rescue...fighting three men who kidnapped you...then chasing one of them as he tried to escape..and then nothing after that..until you awakened me..." replied the Tigress of India.

"Well those men are long gone...but I've got to say that it's funny to see you now Tigress..especially since I'm going to see you tomorrow.." replied Gavin. "See me tomorrow?" responded the Tigress. It was now her turn to be confused. "Why yes...Don't you remember...You sent me a note..and the note was sent to other British soldiers here in Bombay..." replied Gavin as he took a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the busty Indian superwoman. The Tigress looked at the piece of paper..read what was written on it and decided that it was better to play along until she could find out what was going on.

"Of course...I will be at Intelligence Headquarters tomorrow at noon...for that event..." replied the Tigress. "Wait..I just remembered...My secretary Diala Singh was with me when those kidnappers attacked..I've got to find out whether she's all right..." said Gavin with concern in his voice. Tigress felt her thick black nipples hardening under her skimpy tiger pelt bra as Gavin spoke. He had no idea that behind the mask of the mighty Heroine of India...was his own secretary..Diala Singh.

"Do not worry Major...Miss Singh is fine...She went immediately to your office to get help...She is safe...I must go now..but..I will see you soon.." replied Tigress as she turned and sprinted off down the alley away from Gavin..who made his way back towards the street. "So that is the mighty Tigress..." scoffed Nazi agent Fausta Grables from the shadows of the alley as she watched Diala and Gavin go their separate ways. "Yes Fraulein Grables...Your plan worked perfectly...Now we know our mission will succeed.." replied one of the men who had abducted Stewart.

"Excellent...We must make sure that everything works like clockwork...the Tigress must be overcome in a matter of seconds...and she must have no opportunity to call for help..." instructed Fausta as they made their way towards a parked car that was hidden on the other side of the alley.


24 hours later
British Intelligence Headquarters
Noon

Secretary Diala Singh watched from the window of her small office out into the courtyard..and could not believe what she was seeing. In the middle of the courtyard..there was a large wooden stage...its sides covered with a heavy tarpaulin...a brass band from the British Army's orchestra...playing music to entertain the soldiers who assembled before the stage for the special event that was now starting. A quiet gasp escaped from Diala's lips as she heard the master of ceremonies...announce the special guest of the proceedings to be the Tigress of India..and a woman who looked like her exact double...walked on to the stage.

The woman had long black shiny black hair as she did when she was Tigress...the same flimsy tiger pelt bikini...golden tiger talisman belt around her shapely waist..a tiger pelt mask across the upper part of her face. However the difference here was that this "Tigress" was wearing tiger pelt boots on her feet and a long flowing cape fashioned from a tiger's pelt on her broad shoulders. All male heads in the crowd turned as she made her entrance..smiled and waved at the assembled soldiers. However it was the look of awe on the face of her boss Major Gavin Stewart..which caused the blood to rush to Diala's head.

"This farce has gone far enough...Time to expose this imposter" resolved the secretary as she reached into her purse for the golden tiger talisman belt that would transform her into the mighty Tigress of India.

Minutes later..just as the master of ceremonies was about to invite the caped Tigress to perform a demonstration of her mighty strength.. heads in the crowd of soldiers turned again..as a busty female figure..clad in the same flimsy attire..minus the cape and boots...alighted on to the middle of the stage on the balls of her erotic bare feet..before her duplicate could perform her act. "Hold it you imposter!...I do not know who you are...but I am the Tigress of India!!" declared Diala as she assumed her heroine pose on stage. Hands on her curvy hips..her muscular legs spread apart..her erotic bare feet flat on the wooden surface of the stage..and her huge brown breasts pushed forward.

As the soldiers cheered and whistled...Major Gavin Stewart could not believe his eyes. "Two Tigresses??...How is this possible??..Which one is real??" Gavin thought..looking at both women and being unable to tell them apart. "Why of course you are my dear...Why not demonstrate that to these brave soldiers who admire your courage...by lifting this heavy weight which no man can lift.." replied the caped Tigress with a slight bow and gesture of her right hand in the direction of a massive lead weight in the middle of the stage.

Knowing that Gavin was watching and eager to prove herself in front of him...the Tigress of India..strolled boldly towards the weight. "I will and once I do that...I will hand you over to the police for questioning!" replied Diala as she assumed her position in front of the huge weight. She planted her erotic bare feet flat on the floor of the stage...the fingers of her right hand slowly gripping the ring at the top of the weight..as a drum roll played..heightening the suspense amongst the crowd.

Gavin and the other soldiers heard the Tigress of India utter a brief cry of "Ohh!" as she suddenly vanished beneath the stage. "A round of applause for my friend gentlemen...but as you can see..I am the real Tigress!!" declared the caped woman as she easily raised the huge weight off the stage with her right hand. On cue..the band started to play a loud medley of tunes..and the British soldiers..including Gavin..applauded the heroine as she walked around the stage..holding the weight aloft.

"The Tigress is truly amazing...Giving of her time like this...the proceeds which the soldiers paid to see her today being donated to the city's orphans...What a great act.." thought Gavin to himself as he watched the heroine who had saved his life on several occasions centre stage. However..what neither the experienced intelligence officer...much less the lust-driven soldiers in the audience... realised was that the real act was being played right at that very moment..out of the public eye.

The real Tigress of India was taken totally by surprise...a well concealed trap door beneath her erotic bare feet...opening and closing with split second timing. She went hurtling into the pitch black darkness underneath the stage..the tarpaulins on the sides concealing her from the view of Gavin and the other soldiers..as she landed unceremoniously on the soft dirt underneath the stage..on her well-rounded buttocks. Before the busty Indian superwoman knew what was happening...strong male hands reached under her raised muscular arms...pulling off her flimsy tiger pelt bra with ease.

"Eh?!!...My bra is being taken off me!!...My big breasts are exposed!!" cried the Tigress with alarm as the large brown mounds of her broad chest swayed freely from side to side..free of the garment which did little to cover them in any event. Startled by that act in the darkness that surrounded her...Diala failed to act..before a thick, damp cloth was crudely rubbed all over her naked brown bust...paying special attention to her summits.

"Unnnh...Chloroform...being rubbed on my breasts...it is making my nipples hard...I...I become so sleepy..." confessed the mighty Indian heroine. Her head sagged between her amazing cleavage...her muscular arms fell limp on either side of her curvy upper torso...her right leg was pulled close to her small curvy waist...her erotic right foot resting flat on the ground...her left leg fully extended..the toes of her erotic left foot twitching sexily..as she assumed a posture in preparation for submission.

"So the mighty Tigress is tamed when chloroform is rubbed on her big breasts?!" asked the male thug...applying the drug-soaked cloth... rhetorically in a distinct Nazi accent. "Unnnnh...Yes Nazi fiend....My breasts...are source of my tiger strength...they must be pure.. to gain access of the the powers...of my Tiger Belt...You Nazis...do not fight fair...too smart for me...fell into your trap...no one can help me...Unnnnh...cannot resist...when I am drugged...in my breasts...in my nipples..." moaned Diala as the Nazi thug..cradled her against his chest while the band continued playing..drowning out the sounds of struggle underneath the stage.

Holding the cloth in his right hand...the Nazi thug..watched in lust and awe..as with a simple act of holding it inches away from the Indian heroine's huge brown breasts...the fumes of chloroform..were sufficient to cause her thick black nipples..already shiny from the potent sleep drug being rubbed on them... to become erect. He pressed home his advantage...stroking Diala's hardening tits with the fingers of his free left hand. "Unnnnh...A man...playing with my nipples...Unnnnh..that makes me so tired...Unnnnh..must surrender...Gavin..Help..." blurted the Tigress of India before the cloth was clamped over her nose and mouth to muzzle her.

"Mmmmmm..Mmmmmm...Mmmmmmmmmm" cooed the Tigress of India into the cloth..her brown eyes slowly closing in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..as the thug..expertly fondled her breasts and nipples with his free left hand..simultaneously holding the cloth in his right hand..over her nose and mouth. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed the beauteous Indian superwoman..her head rolling against her right shoulder..as her eyes closed...and she faded into unconsciousness.

To be continued.