Author's note: Another one off story from me. No sequel to follow


The Kidnapping

The police detectives departed the premises of the one of the popular restaurants in Port-of-Spain, capital city on the Caribbean island of Trinidad. They had gone their because a few hours earlier the 11-year old son of the restaurant’s owner had been abducted and a million dollar ransom was demanded by his kidnappers for his safe return.

The owner…a prominent businesswoman … a former beauty queen.. maintained her composure as she escorted the lawmen to the door. They assured her that they would follow every lead available to them and would leave no stone unturned until they got her son back safely to her. She thanked them for their concern and their efforts as she closed the door behind them. However once they had gone….the businesswoman decided it was time to take matters into her own hands.

Pressing a hidden panel in her office..a wall opened to reveal a hidden chamber
where an ocelot pelt bodysuit hung from a single rack. She kicked off her high heel
shoes..slipped off all her clothes..including her white lace bra and panties in record
time…revealing a shapely and athletically trim brown body. Her slender muscled legs
slipped into the botton of the suit. Her ivory-painted toenails were visible through the
special stockings which covered her bare feet.

The spotted suit highlighted every inch of her taut abdomen, her large round
breasts and even her nipples as it was moved into place. After tying her shoulder
length brown hair into place,.. she slipped her arms into her costume's sleeves
which had claw-like gloves at the ends. The hood was slipped over her head and ended
just above her nose and cherry-red lips. Her brown eyes were concealed behind the
spotted mask while cat's ears stood atop her head.

She then wrapped a black, multi-compartmental belt across her shapely waist and secured it in place by clicking the ocelot head belt buckle into place. As night fell over the city.. a sleek spotted BMW sportscar was speeding through the darkened streets of Port-of-Spain. Her eyes staring straight ahead through the slits of her mask….the businesswoman who was secretly the voluptuous vigilante called Tiger Cat was hot on the trail of her son’s kidnappers.

Her erotic bare feet worked the pedals as she drove. The dashboard in front of her had a radar screen.. a police scanner which allowed her to monitor all police frequencies..and several other buttons which offered her an arsenal of options literally at her finger tips.
The heroine reasoned that the police would make little headway in finding her son’s kidnappers in time..and that neither the police nor the kidnappers knew of her secret identity.

Through a process of monitoring the airwaves and contacting her various underworld sources…Tiger Cat drove her sportscar towards a house in a suburb of the city called Woodbrook. Alighting from the car..every curve of her shapely body was accentuated as she ran towards the dimly lit building. Flexing her large thighs..Tiger Cat effortlessly vaulted over the low concrete wall surrounding the property. She was drawn by the sounds of voices coming from inside the house.

Kicking open the front door..the lady vigilante startled four thugs. As she swung the ball of her left foot into the chest of one thug…Tiger Cat told the felons that she was on to them and demanded to know where their hostage..her son.. was being held. As the other three men were dispatched with a flurry of punches, kicks and throws..Tiger Cat demanded that they answer her or face her fury.

As she passed through a doorway to enter another room in the house.. Tiger Cat got an answer..but not the one she was expecting. Though the yellow slits of her cowl mask displayed no emotion..behind them..the heroine’s eyes were wide with alarm as another thug emerged from the darkness before her…holding a gleaming hypodermic needle in his right hand.

Tiger Cat declared her surprise to her enemy..telling him that he had taken her off guard and to keep the needle away from her large breasts which she fondly referred to as her “Tiger Breasts.” The thug responded by driving the sharp needle decisively into each of the heroine’s nipples..whose outline was visible under her skin tight bodysuit. Tiger Cat staggered drunkenly…complaining to the thug that he had stabbed her in the “Tiger Nipples”

She moaned that the needle contained some kind of sexy sleep drug which the criminals knew she could not fight. She revealed how dizzy the drug was making her big breasts..how dizzy and sleepy it was making her with each passing second. Tiger Cat was helpless to prevent her foe from shoving her curvaceous body on to a nearby bed.,where she landed flat on her back.

The thug smiled as he saw her nipples..become rock hard under her costume..threatening to burst through the fabric at any moment. He quickly soaked a thick cotton pad with the liquid contents of a dark brown bottle he was carrying in his jacket. He held it inches away from the heroine’s nose and full red lips..watching with glee as her shapely body twitched helplessly as the fumes from the pad flooded her lungs.

With her arms flung limp past her head..her right leg stretched out below her small shapely waist…Tiger Cat raised her left leg partially in the air..the toes of her stocking clad left foot twitching erotically as she knew she had no chance of avoiding what was inevitable. The thug gloated to her that chloroform turns her on. Tiger Cat moaned that he was right…that she could not resist chloroform…admitting that once her Tiger Breasts were drugged…her plans to stop him and his criminal friends were ruined.

The thug told Tiger Cat that she could do nothing except allow herself to be knocked out. As he lowered the pad over her nose and mouth..he gloated that she would sleep for a long time and would be sorry she intervened when she eventually woke up. He grinned as he heard Tiger Cat plead into the pad as she inhaled more of her favorite sleep drug and watched the movements of her shapely body slow..and eventually stop as he knocked her unconscious.

End.