A night with the Tigress

The diary of Major Gavin Stewart
Bombay, India, 1940

I came to Diala Singh's apartment and couldn't believe what I saw. My secretary who hitherto I had just viewed as a diligent albeit conservative co-worker..met me at the front door..dressed in a short black silk robe that accentuated her magnificent chest and long sensuous legs. Her jet black hair cascaded over the creamy flesh of her shoulders. She was wearing a very lulling perfume.

I have never seen this side of you Diala, I tell her, not knowing what to make of this change. I feel we should become closer, don't you? she responded. I allowed her to take my hands into hers as she led me inside where she had a candlelit dinner all prepared for us. The food was excellent and we spent a lot of the night talking about our work at British military intelligence...and the war. As we talked...I could not help but stare at Diala's huge shapely breasts, which were barely covered by the robe. Diala saw this and smiled at me. I realised that she was silently pleased I was watching her in this way.

We retired to the living room after dinner where we sat on the couch. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. You have been wanting to touch these, Diala whispers to me in a husky voice. Before I knew it..my hands were caressing my secretary's breasts..her long legs twisting and kicking with enjoyment below her shapely waist. I leaned in to kiss her full red lips when she placed a finger on my lips. Do not kiss me until you have completely made my breasts yours, she said.
I did as she asked. My fingers brushed her puffy black nipples..slowly, gently and assertively..until they became hardened spires under my touch. Diala moaned with pleasure. I will prepare for you in my bedroom..Come when I call and you will take me and I will be yours... said Diala as she got up from the couch and walked sexily into her nearby bedroom.

My heart was pounding..my pulse racing. A few days ago..I never would have thought I'd have feelings for Diala like this.
I'd only ever had these kinds of feelings for another woman since I was assigned to India. Sadly for me..she was out of my league. While I waited for Diala to summon me...I heard a noise in the kitchen. My military training kicked in and I immediately went to investigate. As I entered the kitchen...I encountered five men armed with Luger pistols. When one of them ordered me to raise my hands and remain quiet...his unmistakeable accent told me right away that they were Nazi agents. Another snuck up behind me...clamping a cotton pad over my nose and mouth. I immediately felt giddy and light-headed as the pad was soaked in some kind of drug.

When the pad was removed...I felt as if I was in a trance like state..unable to think..unable to move. The Nazi leader identified himself as Hans. He asked me about the Tigress...a young Indian woman who wore nothing except a flimsy tiger pelt mask and bikini that barely covered a curvaceous and muscular brown body. Since my arrival in India...I had seen her in action against the Nazis and their allies. Her strength and agility were like nothing I had ever seen before. She had saved my life on several occasions. Hans asked me how to make Tigress weak and take her prisoner. I wanted to resist but they must have used sodium penathol...a potent truth drug...on me. Tigress can be made helpless by chloroform and by men touching her breasts...I tell him. Hans asks if she is in the apartment. I tell him no...hoping that I might have delayed them long enough for Diala to escape and get help.

Hans is not convinced and tells his men to investigate whether Tigress is around. He boasts that if they could capture Tigress along with me...they would be glorified by the Third Reich. Hans pressed his gun to my head. We watched from a partially opened kitchen door as two of his men walked into the living room. My eyes lit up as I saw Tigress bolt out of Diala's bedroom. Her long mane of black hair flowing behind her..as her large brown breasts swayed sexily from side to side as she charged into the living room. Her skimpy tiger pelt bikini doing little to conceal her fine feminine attributes. She extended her left leg..the ball of her left foot connecting with the gut of one Nazi. The force of impact sent him hurtling against the wall behind him. The second agent rushed her but Tigress effortlessly punched his lights out with a left fist to the jaw.

Major...Where are you?...she shouted. I watched as she put her hands on her curvy hips and stood with her legs slightly apart and her incredible bust pushed forward. Hans pushed me into the living room..his gun pressed against the back of my head. Here is your Major... he gloated. Although dazed..I could see the flash of concern in Tigress' brown eyes which stared at me through the slits in the thin tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face. Hans ordered the beauteous Indian superwoman to do nothing to prevent them from capturing her and told her to lie down on the floor.
Thinking of others before herself as she always does...I watched Tigress sink to her knees and lie face down on the floor.

She straightened her curvy shape on the floor of the apartment. Hans then ordered his other two men to bind Tigress' hands firmly. They tied her hands behind her back with strong ropes. I knew she could snap the ropes in a moment but was not taking a chance while I was the Nazis' prisoner. I wanted to do something to give Tigress a chance to use her mighty strength against the Nazis..but the truth drug kept me firmly under their control. Then Hans revealed his plan to us. He handed me his own cotton pad which was thoroughly soaked in chloroform. He ordered me to take the pad and put Tigress into a deep sleep or both of us would be killed on the spot.

I felt as if I was out of my body as I walked slowly towards the Tigress. I knelt next to her. Placing my left hand on her smooth right shoulder...I turned her on her left side. Her brown eyes stared at me in alarm in the slits of her mask..as she watched me gently untie the thin straps of her tiger pelt bra..and gently remove it..leaving the large brown mounds of her amazing chest exposed to the Nazis. Tigress pleaded with me not to put the chloroform on her breasts..because it would knock her out..and she would not be able to save us. I profusely apologised to this brave woman who had saved my life many times...but told her that I had no choice. I started to rub the chloroform-soaked cotton pad vigorously all over her broad chest.

The chloroform had the same effect on her as the truth drug had on me. Tigress protested how unfair the Nazis were..that
she could not fight chloroform...that it was making her become sleepy. As I rubbed the pad over her every inch of chest..i ensured that the chloroform soaked into every pore. She moaned that my touch was very powerful..and all she could think about was sex..and sleep. By this time...I was rubbing the pad repeatedly over her puffy black nipples which were becoming hard and shiny like diamonds as they soaked up the chloroform like sponges. Her brown eyes became dull and heavy in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as her head sagged between her big breasts. I watched as her long muscular legs lost their strength and began to part.

I rolled her on to her back..spread her sensuous legs wide open and began to run the pad on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Somewhere in my subconscious..I was stunned when Tigress protested to the Nazis they were evil sadists for forcing the man she loved to knock her out..knowing she could not harm me. That confession barely sunk into my mind..as I pushed the pad under the heroine's flimsy panties and began rubbing it over her most sensitive spot.
I am so weak...cannot save Stewart...going to sleep...they have defeated me said Tigress.. her eyes flickering behind her mask. The Nazis laughed, nudging each other at seeing the mighty Tigress so powerless. I could scarcely believe what I had just done.

Hans congratulated me. He and his men were aroused by watching me chloroform Tigress into submission. We will do the rest, he stated. Two men approached the Tigress, one firmly clamping a chloroform pad over her mouth and nose, the other placing pads soaked with chloroform over her nipples and then taping them on her breasts. Tigress screamed helplessly into the pad covering her nose and mouth. She stared at me with drowsy concern before closing her eyes and drifting off into unconsciousness.

Now bind her legs, the calves and thighs, Hans said. He told his men to get their waiting car ready for Tigress and myself. However as he stepped out of the door..he was shot dead by a single shot which immediately snapped me out of my stupor. The other four Nazis..hearing the shots rushed outside..only to find themselves outnumbered by a squad of British military policemen who must have responded to calls by neighbors to sounds of a disturbance at Diala's apartment. I rushed to the unconscious Tigress..untied her and removed the chloroform pads from her face and breasts. The pads removed..I watched in awe as her healing powers took effect. Her puffy black nipples began to soften and she uttered a low moan as her brown eyes flickered open in the slits of her mask.

She asked me what happened. Embarrassed by what I had been for--d to do to her...but strangely enjoying it somewhat..I suspected that Tigress' memory was a bit foggy from the chloroform and my fondling of her breasts and vagina. As I helped her to her feet..I told her that I had been attacked by Nazis and had it not been for her..I would have been their prisoner. Looking around the room as she put her tiger pelt bra back on..I noticed there was no sign of Diala. I asked Tigress where Diala was. She replied that she sent Diala to go get help and she should be back soon.

Trying to keep her from remembering my role in knocking her out...I told her about how I had come to Diala's apartment for dinner and felt I was getting close to her. The gorgeous Indian superwoman told me she cared about me but could not have a relationship with me until the Nazis were defeated and I could continue to see Diala. She advised that after tonight..she had a feeling that Diala would want to take things a little slower. Before I could ask her what she meant by that...Tigress turned and ran out of the apartment.

All that was left for me to do was wait until Diala returned home.