Tiger Woman of India in Travelling in Time 2

Tughlakabad district.
New Delhi, India.
9 pm

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" moaned the beauteous Tiger Woman of India as she felt the fingers of the villainess Dianna Rose expertly stroke her beautiful brown nipples until they were rock solid underneath her thin, tiger pelt leotard....robbing her of her mighty strength of ten Bengal Tigers...forcing her to think about sex with her boyfriend journalist Khail Khan.. All the buxom Indian superwoman could think about were his skilled hands caressing her huge breasts..lovingly fondling her large brown nipples the way she loved so much..making feel very, very drowsy and helpless in the extreme.

As Dianna expertly fondled her large brown nipples into hardness under her thin tight tiger pelt leotard...the mighty Indian heroine's muscular arms dangled like limp noodles on either side of her curvy upper torso..while her muscular legs turned to rubber below her wide curvy waist...the toes of her sexy bare feet twitching in a futile effort to keep her awake. "Uuuuuuh...Baagh...Tiger...Choochuks...Nipples...Uuuuuh..Kada..hard...Nahi...No...thaka...tired....chokna...losing...chetna...consciousness...I must...neend...sleep......Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed the Tiger Woman of India as her head sagged between her huge breasts and she blacked out in Dianna's arms

On the instructions of Dianna's criminal associate...Doctor Lal Chatnair...two technicians in white uniforms..stepped forward to take custody of the unconscious Tiger Woman. As Dianna handed over the defeated Hindu Heroine to them..one technician held her against his upper body as he pulled down the v-slit of her thin tiger pelt leotard..causing her huge brown breasts to spill over. "Nnnnn....Nnnnn" sighed the sleepy Indian superwoman as he attached a pair of steel clips to each of her large brown nipples which were hard and erect. He then handcuffed her hands behind her back..while his colleague handcuffed her shapely ankles together.

Dianna conferred with Chaitnair as the technicians carried the unconscious Tiger Woman towards a large machine which was the source of their covert activity within the hidden portion of the abandoned car factory. "You are indeed quite astute Miss Rose....Few would have known the Tiger Woman's source of her powers are her big breasts...She will stay subdued and unconscious as long as the clips are attached to her oversized nipples.." said Chatnair...as the technicians lay the helpless Hindu Heroine in the centre of the machine which looked like a kind of doorway.

"Yes...knocking out the Tiger Woman of India was a welcome diversion..but now back to the matter at hand...Are you certain the calibrations and calculations have been done?" asked Dianna. "Yes Miss Rose...the gold you supplied us with..did indeed allow us to get the technology and equipment we needed to complete this machine...which will allow us to achieve time travel..in accordance with the wishes of our employers..." explained Chaitnair as the technicians gave the huge machine some final checks.

"They have a particular interest in returning to the year 1940..when India was embroiled in the Second World War...They wish to change the fortunes of their ancestor..the Mahar...allowing him to prevail against the British forces and take control of India in favour of Nazi Germany...the machine's power levels are reaching full capacity..to permit you to travel back in time to 1940's India to help the Mahar prevail...change the course of history..and make my employers wealthy and powerful.." he added.

"Excellent..and to make sure there is no further interference from the Tiger Woman...send her back in time as well to India 1940..but to a different location to where I'm going!" instructed Dianna. "Yes...It will be done!" replied Chaitnair..and issued orders to the technicians operating the time travel machine. The room was filled with a humming noise which grew in intensity with each passing second..as Dianna Rose stood in the middle of the machine..next to the unconscious Tiger Woman of India whose curvaceous and muscular body lay at her feet.

"Prepare yourself for a journey you did not expect Tiger Woman.." gloated Dianna. The buxom Indian superwoman made no response as she lay flat on her back...her hands and feet tied...her huge brown breasts..rising and falling slowly..with shiny silver clips on her huge brown nipples...keeping them hard and erect...her brown eyes closed in the slits of the tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face as she lay unconscious on the floor of the time travel machine..unaware of what was about to happen.

The humming noise of the time travel machine intensified as its engines continued to power up...and flashes of coloured light began to fill the secret room in the abandoned car factory as Dianna, Chaitnair and the other technicians operating the device put on their protective googles. Then there was a brilliant flash of light which filled the entire room and when it faded..both the villainess Dianna Rose and the Tiger Woman of India..had disappeared. "The time travel machine works!..It works!" yelled Chaitnair in triumph as he celebrated with the other technicians.

However the Tiger Woman of India was hardly in a celebratory mood at that moment. Vaguely aware of what was happening...Sonia Gan opened her brown eyes in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..and through her blurry vision saw a haze of rainbow colours all around her and felt as if her curvaceous and muscular brown body was floating through the air. "Uhh..Uhh..Uhh" groaned Tiger Woman..flexing her muscular arms and legs in a futile effort to break the manacles binding her wrists and her ankles.

However every movement of her body..caused the steel clips which had been attached to her huge brown nipples to subdue her..to bite deeper and deeper into the tender flesh of her super-powered summits...which were hard and erect...and always extremely sensitive to touch. "Baagh...Tiger...Choochuks...in so much pain...can't stay awake....going to sleep again...Khail....Khail....Help me ...Help me...Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh.." moaned Sonia..thinking about her partner and boyfriend as she blacked out again...continuing her journey back into the past.

Bombay, India 1940
Noon

A group of four masked robbers had just attacked and robbed a British Army payroll in the seedy eastern part of the city. Having delayed the British military police from pursuing them by setting fire to the old wooden building that housed the payroll...they were making good their escape through a back alley...when a curvaceous figure fell out of the sky and landed hard on the ground in front of them. "Unnnnnnnnnh" moaned the Tiger Woman of India..as she lay on her back in front of them..her hands and feet bound...gleaming silver clips attached to her hard and erect brown nipples.

The robbers approached her slowly and tentatively..completely forgetting that they needed to escape. "It's the Tigress!" said one robber as they looked over the unconscious masked woman who lay before them..her huge breasts exposed to them. "Can't be...She don't wear that much clothes!" said another robber. "Maybe she got a different outfit..." remarked another. "Who cares?!...The bitch is out cold..Forget the loot..Let's have some fun with her..then we can sell her as a slave..." said the leader as he knelt beside the unconscious Indian superwoman from the 21st Century. "Uhhhhhh..Uhhhhhhh" cooed Sonia as he poked her nipples with his thumbs.

However that the robbers' reverie was interrupted by a woman's voice. "Get away from that woman you fiends!!..Leave her alone or face my wrath!!" The robbers turned in the direction of the voice..and did a double take as their eyes moved from the unconscious woman on the ground and the one approaching them. The woman who spoke to them also had a curvaceous and muscular brown body. However she only had tiger pelt patches covering the summits of her huge breasts...a flimsy tiger pelt panty between her massive thighs.. a tiger pelt mask across the upper part of her face..her thick black hair was tied in several braids and piled on top her head.

The TIGRESS OF INDIA...champion heroine of India of the 1940's...assumed her trademark heroine pose in front of the robbers. Her hands resting on either side of her thick shapely waist..her long muscular legs spread apart..her sexy bare feet planted flat on the ground and her..massive brown bust pushed towards them. "Well gentlemen...I await your answer...I'm a very busy superheroine...and I have many engagements today.." replied the buxom Indian crimefighter.

The robbers looked at the Tigress..then at the unconscious Tiger Woman..then at the Tigress again before deciding what to do. "Kill her!!" cried the leader of the robbers as they turned away from the helpless Indian superwoman from the future..and charged towards the Indian superwoman of the present time who posed the more direct threat to them. "That was a very big mistake...and moreso if you've seriously harmed that young woman" quipped Tigress who was silently curious about how the unconscious woman was wearing attire similar to her own.

Dodging the attack of the leader of the robbers...Tigress felled him with a left hand karate chop to the throat. She nailed another robber by driving the ball of her right foot into his groin..and then hurling him into the other two robbers..all of them knocked senseless before they hit the ground. The Indian superwoman of the 1940's then rushed to the assistance of her counterpart from the 21st Century. Kneeling down beside the unconscious Tiger Woman...Tigress silently marvelled at her body and wondered why she too wore tiger pelts..and similar golden belts..both with tiger insignia in the middle of them.

"Who are you? How did you come here?" wondered Tigress aloud. She then heard Tiger Woman moan.."Uuuh..Uuuh"..as her exposed huge breasts rose and fell slowly...with the steel clips from the future..still biting into her clearly hard and erect darkbrown nipples and areolas which capped her summits...her breathing clearly ragged. "This woman..whoever she is..has been hurt..and she is very weak...I cannot afford to send her to a military hospital...I will have to take care of her.." resolved the Tigress as she picked up the unconscious Tiger Woman in her muscular arms and made her departure as the police arrived on the scene.

Moving swiftly over the rooftops of the city...avoiding the chance of being spotted by any passers-by...Tigress made her way back to the modest apartment where she resided in the identity of 20-year old Diala Singh..a secretary at British Military Intelligence headquarters. She carried Tiger Woman into her bedroom..laid her gently on the bed..and pulled the curtains on the window. Returning to her unconscious guest...Diala unbuckled Tiger Woman's golden belt..and then slowly slipped off her thin tight tiger pelt leotard..amazed at how similar her physique was to her own..including her large firm brown breasts.

"Uuuuuh" sighed Tiger Woman as Diala laid her head gently atop a thick pillow and removed her tiger pelt mask..to reveal the face of New Delhi junior journalist Sonia Gan from the 21st Century. "Relax...You are safe here now...but very weak...if you possess the powers of the tiger as I do...Time and rest will heal your injuries..." assured Tigress as she placed a damp washcloth across Sonia's forehead. "Uuuuh...Dianna Rose....Time travel...Mahar...Tiger Nipples...hurt...weak...sleepy...Uuuh..Khail..Help
Uuuh..Uuuh..Uuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Tiger Woman in a brief wave of delirium before she fell into a deep sleep.

Tigress of India sat at her beside...hearing the words uttered by her counterpart from the future...and trying to make sense of what they meant. "The Mahar?!..My arch enemy..leader of the rebel cult of Thugees who have an alliance with the Nazis...Could he be responsible for this woman's condition?....Time travel?...Is that possible?...Dianna Rose...an ally of the Mahar?" pondered the busty Indian superwoman of the 1940's as she stood up and unfastened her golden tiger belt..changing back to her regular identity.

"You'll be safe here my friend...Rest...while I try to figure out what all of this is about.." said Diala as she left Sonia sleeping in her apartment.

British Intelligence headquarters. Bombay
India 1940.

In the privacy of her small office which adjoined that of her boss...Colonel Roger MacDonald...the head of British Military Intelligence in India...Diala Singh perused the file on her arch enemy as the Tigress...the mysterious criminal kingpin known only as the Mahar. The file contained the latest intelligence reports on him..but none of them alluded to a woman named Dianna Rose who the weakened Tiger Woman of India...had been babbling about in her delirium when she appeared in this time period.

"Could this woman I found be speaking the truth...is she working with the Mahar...or is she just a crazy woman who idolises me?" wondered Diala. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the phone on her desk ringing. "Miss Singh..I need to see you at once" said Colonel MacDonald on the other end of the phone. "Yes sir" replied Diala as she put down the phone and walked into her boss' office..wondering what was so urgent.

"Miss Singh...We have a situation on our hands...Major Stewart is in grave danger" said MacDonald to Diala as she stood before him as he lit his pipe. "Danger?..I don't understand sir.." replied Diala trying not to let her feelings for Military Intelligence's top officer..Major Gavin Stewart become too obvious to her boss. "Major Stewart is currently flying a top secret mission to Burma..to provide weapons to our allies there to defeat the Japanese forces..However we have reason to believe that details about the mission have somehow been leaked to the Japanese...Major Stewart could be flying into a trap...If only there was some way to get word to him.." said MacDonald grimly.

As MacDonald spoke...concerns for Major Gavin Stewart...who Diala secretly loved..but who was infatuated with her when she was Tigress..filled her mind. She knew she had to find an opportunity to change into Tigress and get to Gavin in time to save him. Then the secretary had an idea which she thought would give her the perfect opportunity to become the Tigress and save the man she loved. Plans of helping her unexpected guest from the future...the Tiger Woman of India...would have to wait for now.

"I'll do it Colonel!..I'll contact the Tigress!..She can help.." said Diala. Her words drew an immediate reaction from MacDonald. "The Tigress!.By jove if anyone can help Major Stewart she can..but how can you find her?" asked the Colonel. " I think Major Stewart said he had a way to do it...it's in his office" replied Diala..giving herself an excuse to slip away and change into her super-powered sexy alter-ego.

Once inside of Gavin's office...the young secretary closed the door..and then pulled out the golden tiger belt that would allow Diala Singh to transform into the Tigress of India. Entwining the belt around her waist..Diala was instantly bathed in an aura of golden light and when it faded..her sexy, strong and scantily-clad alter-ego stood in her place. Colonel MacDonald was surprised moments later as the Tigress made a grand entrance through the open window of his office.

"Tigress!..but how?.." asked MacDonald as he stood next to his desk as the beauteous Indian superwoman walked slowly towards him. He was in awe of her shapely and muscular brown body..barely clad by a thin tiger pelt panty..tiger pelts covering her large nipples and areolas..atop her large brown breasts which swayed freely and sexily before him. He admired the golden belt which was wrapped around her curvy waist..before looking into her brown eyes which looked at him through the slits of her tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face. Her thick black, shiny hair tied atop her head.

"That is not important at this time Colonel...I have I have my methods..but right now I must have a way to intercept Major Stewart before anything happens to him and the important cargo that plane is carrying..such as the experimental fighter plane which the British Army have secretly been testing...I will need to borrow it!" replied the Tigress of India as she stood before him in heroic pose. Hands on her wide shapely waist...her muscular legs slightly apart..her sexy bare feet planted flat on the floor and her ample bust pushed towards MacDonald.

Surprised that the buxom Indian heroine was aware of the plane's existence..and mesmerised by her enormous bust before him..Colonel MacDonald readily agreed to her request. "Certainly Tigress!..I'll contact the airfield immediately and ensure that the plane is fueled..armed and made ready for immediate departure!" replied MacDonald as he picked up the phone on his desk and began to dial. "Thank you Colonel!...Now if you will excuse me...I have a plane to catch!" declared the Tigress of India as she turned on the balls of her sexy bare feet and sprinted towards the window.

As he made the call..MacDonald..admired the way the heroine's large brown breasts swayed sexily from side to side as she ran..the tiger pelts which covered her nipples and areolas...and the jiggling of her well rounded buttocks under her flimsy tiger pelt briefs between her large thighs..as she leapt through the window of his office...her departure just as spectacular as her arrival minutes earlier. Meanwhile at an airfield outside of Bombay..hasty preparations were made inside of a hangar..to a special P-40 Mustang fighter..which had tiger stripes painted across its frame and was aptly named..
"The Flying Tiger."

"What the hell's all this rush work we got to do on the plane?" asked one mechanic as he loaded the machine guns on its port and starboard wings. "The Colonel wasn't specific..but told us that a special pilot is coming to take her up" replied the second mechanic as he completed the fueling of the fighter plane. "I'd like to know which hot shot pilot thinks he can handle this baby" remarked the first mechanic. "I believe you are referring to me gentlemen.." a woman's voice said. Both mechanics turned around..their eyes widening and jaws going slack with surprise as they saw the Tigress of India enter the hangar.

"Greetings gentlemen...I am here to take borrow the Flying Tiger for a very important mission!" declared the buxom Indian heroine as she assumed her trademark heroine pose in front of the two mechanics. They were further awed by the way her hands rested on either side of her wide, shapely hips..her muscular legs were spread slightly apart..her sexy bare feet flat on the ground... her ample brown bust..covered only at the nipples and areolas by tiger pelt patches..while a skimpy tiger pelt underwear hugged the space between her large thighs.

"Uhh...Yes sir...Uh..I mean ma'am..." stammered one mechanic while the other remained speechless. "Not to worry..I shall bring the plane back in good condition.." promised Diala as she strolled past them..leapt on to the port wing of the fighter plane..and slipped inside of the cockpit.. her shapely buttocks resting comfortably on the leather seat. Within minutes..the Flying Tiger's engine sputtered to lift..and its rotors were soon turning at a rapid speed.

The mechanics watched as the enhanced P-40 Mustang fighter rolled out of the hangar and on to the nearby runaway. With the toes of her sexy bare feet gripping the flight pedals underneath the control panel in the cockpit of the one seater aircraft.. her muscular legs at full stretch below her wide curvy waist...her large firm breasts rising and falling with anticipation..the Tigress throttled the engine..sending the plane racing down the runway.

Pulling the flight stick back between her thighs..the beauteous Indian heroine...made herself and her aircraft take to the sky..as she flew to the aid of the man she loved..Major Gavin Stewart.


To be continued.