The Tiger Girl 2

Kingdom of Bengali.
India 1940


"Ooooooh..." moaned the Tiger Girl as she awakened some time later. As her brown eyes opened in the slits of the tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face..to conceal her true identity..that of 18-year old Rana Kumar..the princess of this small kingdom which was located within the country of India. The young heroine..feeling a lingering soreness in her ample bust...got to her feet and recalled how she came to be upon this road far away from the royal palace.

"I remember now...I came here to stop some smugglers who wanted to steal weapons from the British Army...and it looks like my mission as Tiger Girl is complete...Now I must return to the palce before Princess Rana Kumar is missed.." resolved the teen tigress as she ran off swiftly. Her ample teenage breasts swaying sexily from side to side..her muscular arms and legs moving in tandem as she ran away..leaving the unconscious smugglers she had fought a short time ago..lying on the ground for the authorities to arrest them.

However she had no idea that eyes were upon her as she left the scene of the crime. As night fell over the Kingdom of Bengali...a hooded figure entered a high-walled compound via a hidden passageway in the wall. Within a short period after that...the figure was standing before his employer in an elaborate study...which reflected his wealth..filled with a vast library of books and various statues made from precious minerals found only in Bengali.

"What is it that you have to report?" asked the employer who kept his identity concealed by the dim lighting in the study. "Our attempt to steal weapons from the British was unsuccessful my lord...Our men were thwarted by a young girl...wearing nothing but tiger skins on her breasts and between her legs...she displayed amazing strength and skill.. She called herself..TIGER GIRL.." said the servant. "What?!..I shall not tolerate such an insolent wench from foiling my plans...What else did you see?" asked the employer. "The girl's powers seem to have limits my lord...it would appear she has problems when men touch her breasts..." reported the servant.

The employer pondered these words for a while..before speaking. "Tell our men to hold their raids for now...I shall deal with this impudent female..this...Tiger Girl...myself.." vowed the employer. "As you command my lord..." replied the servant and departed the same way as he had arrived to carry out his employer's wishes.

One week later

Princess Rana Kumar was at breakfast one morning in the company of her father...King Raju Kumar and her uncle Lord Aban Kumar. The 18-year old princess was bored that there had been no reason for her to change into Tiger Girl over the last week and she had to be stuck in her daily routine of hours of studying in preparation for the day she would one day rule the kingdom. "So the attacks have ceased brother...?" asked Aban.

"Yes..it would seem the appearance of that young lady who calls herself Tiger Girl may be the cause of it...but all the same..I shall be seeking a formal relationship with the British in a few days time...one that will ensure the protection of our kingdom against these rebels..and the forces of the Nazi Third Reich.." replied the King. "Indeed..this Tiger Girl was very brave to defeat those criminals who would threaten our British friends...Still..I have concerns..they may try again...I wish I could talk to her about this.." said Aban.

"Worry not my brother...Once I sign a treaty with the British...We shall have their protection and there shall be little need for our kingdom to depend on a masked girl who wears little clothing for protection. "I shall heed your counsel brother..." replied Aban as he got up from the table..bid the King and Princess farewell and made his exit. Little did he realise that Tiger Girl had heard every word he said."You will talk with Tiger Girl sooner than you think Uncle..." thought Rana with a smile...excited at the prospect of becoming the teen tigress again.

Hours later...as night fell over kingdom and her father had retired for the evening...alone in the privacy of her chambers in the palace..Princess Rana Kumar took out the golden tiger belt from the special place which she kept in hidden. Removing her nightgown..she entwined the belt around her waist. In a flash of golden light...Rana was transformed in the space of mere seconds into the buxom beauty who called herself Tiger Girl.

Her hair was thick..black..and glossy..falling on to her broad shoulders...curling up at their ends. A thin mask of tiger pelt stretched across the upper part of her face. Brown eyes glowed with courage and resolve in its slits...between her muscular legs...a thin panty made of tiger pelt hugged that space..her hands were strong..her feet bare and erotic to the eye. Her chest was broad..and garbed only by patches of tigerpelt which covered her nipples and areolas.

"Now to pay my uncle a visit and find out what he knows about these criminals who attack the British weapons' convoys.." resolved Tiger Girl as she slipped out of her chambers and the palace undetected. Under the cover of a moonless sky...the shapely silhouette of the buxom teenage heroine called Tiger Girl..moved swiftly..leaping effortlessly from one rooftop to another..until she reached her destination..the high walled mansion of her uncle...Lord Aban. She spotted the light on in his study and decided this was the place to make her entry.

Lord Aban was sipping a cup of tea..when the masked maiden entered the study via the open balcony. "You!..You must be Tiger Girl!" he said with surprise. He paid attention to her curvaceous, muscular brown body..especially her well rounded firm breasts..covered only at the nipples and areolas with tiger pelt patches..as she walked slowly towards him...her teenage cleavage swaying freely from side to side as she walked.

"Yes Lord Aban...You have heard of me...I have heard you remain concerned about these criminals who I stopped...I have heard you are concerned their may be more of them..." said Tiger Girl as she assumed a heroic pose before her uncle. Her hands balled into fists resting lightly on either side of her curvy waist...her muscular legs spread slightly apart...her erotic bare feet planted flat on the floor and her ample teenage bust pushed towards him with confidence.

"You are a most intuitive young woman...Please sit on my couch and I shall tell what I know about these criminals..." said Aban as he gestured with his left hand towards a plush looking sofa in the middle of the study. "Of course Lord Aban...I would like to hear what you have to say.." replied Tiger Girl with a smile as she walked towards the sofa..and slowly sat down on it..feeling the soft sensation of smooth leather underneath her shapely buttocks.

As she sat on her uncle's sofa...Rana listened to him as he spoke about trade relations between Bengali and the outside world..and what the attacks of these criminals against the British could harm those relations. However what she had no idea of knowing that her uncle had a very sinister purpose for wanting her to sit on the sofa she was sitting on. Unknown to the teen tigress...the slighest vibration which no human could detect...when anyone sat on the sofa..had the effect of releasing some special scents...which made any female sexually sensitive.


As Princess Rana listened to her uncle speak...it seemed as if the world around started to move slower and slower with each passing second. She felt her eyelids becoming heavy in the slits of the tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face. At the same time...Rana felt her nipples becoming stiff and erect underneath the tiger pelt patches which covered them...while her cunt became wet and excited within the space of seconds.

Her uncle..Lord Aban grinned..as he noticed the erotic scents from the couch were quickly taking effect on the buxom teen tigress. "Is something wrong..Tiger Girl...?" he asked rhetorically. "Ooooooh...I feel strange Lord Aban...I..feel my nipples..becoming hard..under my tiger pelts...I..am thinking about men..touching them...that is making me tired...feel dampness..between my legs...Uuuuuh...I have to get up...from this couch...." moaned Tiger Girl as she struggled to get to her feet.

"You will go nowhere Tiger Girl!" declared Aban as he walked up to her and slapped her across the face. "Uuuuuuunh!!!!" groaned Rana..her brown eyes rolling up in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she collapsed on her back atop the couch...its erotic scents taking further hold of her. "Uuuuuuh...My nipples so hard...Men playing with them...Uuuuuuh..getting too tired to think..too tired...to move..." complained Tiger Girl as her head..pillowed by her thick black hair...rolled from side to side atop the couch...her arms limp at her sides..her legs limp and spread wide open below her curvy waist.

The teen tigress' evil uncle gave her no chance to recover and pressed home his advantage. Bending over her.. Aban Kumar expertly peeled off Rana's tiger pelts...exposing her beautiful brown nipples and areolas which were in a state of arousal from the aphrodesiac scents which were emitted from the special couch she lay helpless on top of. "Uuuuuh..Lord Aban...Why are you exposing my nipples...Uuuuuh..They have never been touched...by any man...Uuuuuh" moaned Tiger Girl sleepily.

"Silence insolent wench!...This shall tame you!" snarled Aban as he rubbed a special lotion he had..into each of Rana's brown nipples and areolas in turn...making them become hard as bullets in the space of mere seconds. "Uuuuuuuh...My nipples...I..I have never felt...like this before...Uuuuuuuh..I am so weak....so tired....and helpless...Uuuuuuh...I cannot believe...brother of the King...is on the side..of evil..." complained Rana as her uncle mesmerised her by rubbing more of the lotion into her nipples and areolas to keep them hard as rocks.

"You have fallen into my trap Tiger Girl!..You are very foolish to interfere in my affairs!...For that I shall make you pay!" snarled Lord Aban as he yanked the thin panties of the teen tigress...down her large thighs..exposing her clump of black pubic hair that was nestled there. Pouring more lotion on to her clit...Aban rubbed it vigorously. Rana offered no resistance and quickly succumbed to defeat.

"Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Ahh..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.." cooed Tiger Girl as her evil uncle made her cum atop the couch..her shapely body writhed for less than a second..before collapsing on to the couch.

The last thing Rana saw as her brown eyes closed in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..as she surrendered to unconscious..was the blurry face of her uncle Lord Aban..and the last thing she heard before blackness overwhelmed her was the sound of his evil laughter.

To be continued