Tigress of India in Powerless in Punjab

Bombay 1940, 11 pm.

Major Gavin Stewart sifted through a mountain of paperwork on his desk at British Intelligence Headquarters. Everyone had gone home for the night, including Stewart's boss, Colonel Roger McDonald and his hard-working secretary Diala Singh. To everyone at Intelligence...Diala was a hardworking secretary..who paid little attention to her outward appearance..dressing in drab coloured, baggy blouses and long skirts..her jet black hair always tied atop her head..wearing large rimmed glasses on her face. Though he had a reputation as one of the best intelligence officers in India...with several decorations for bravery from His Majesty the King..until recently Gavin found out that his boss' dowdy-looking secretary had a secret.

It was only days earlier that he learnt that Diala Singh was the beauteous Indian superwoman known throughout the land as the TIGRESS. Since their very first encounter, Gavin found himself mystified by the mysterious, sexy Indian superwoman. Her tiger pelt bikini barely covered a voluptuous body that was both impressively muscular and sexily feminine. Her thick black hair cascaded on to her naked shoulders and reached the centre of her back while a thin golden belt adorned her slim waist. Gavin leaned back in his chair as he recalled her superhuman strength and uncanny agility. In battle, she was beautiful and fierce, with a resolve to fight for justice which he had never encountered and she had saved him from certain death many times against the Nazis and their allies.

Tigress had become a legend throughout India for her many acts of bravery against the Nazis and their allies..thwarting their schemes against the British and bringing many of their agents to justice. However Gavin also knew that the virtues of his beauteous protector..made her naive to the cunning and resourcefulness of the Nazis..and she had fallen into their traps many times...because her greatest asset was also her greatest liability. The British officer reflected on their recent encounters with an ally of the Third Reich...the mysterious villain called the Mahar..and his band of followers called Thugees. The Mahar and his followers first surfaced a month ago when they tried to steal some gold shipments which the British were using to fund their war effort.

Tigress had foiled their first attempt but the Thugees were able to defeat her by chloroforming her large breasts to sleep. Gavin always marvelled at the fact that notwithstanding having the strength of 20 men and uncanny agility...the beauteous Tigress was always easily tamed by men touching her breasts..and even moreso by rubbing chloroform on them...which she absolutely no resistance against. He recalled finding her lying unconscious on a dirt road after she had failed to stop some Thugees from escaping in a car with stolen gold bars. "I managed to stop some of the criminals..Some were escaping..I chased them after them..and was riding on one of their vehicles..I planned to swing through the passenger's side and force the car to stop..but as I did.. a criminal started to rub a cloth soaked in chloroform all over my breasts!..There was nothing I could do Gavin...I got sleepy so fast.. Passed out..nothing I could do.." he recalled Tigress saying when he revived her.

Yet, as Gavin continued to reflect, Tigress was successful in stopping the Thugees operation and while the Mahar himself was at large, the British had managed to capture many of his followers thanks to the Tigress. He often found himself with conflicting feelings of friendship for Diala Singh but lust for the voluptuous..and scantily-clad Indian Adventuress. "What almost happened today will happen, I promise, but only when the Mahar and the Nazis are driven from India..." the Tigress had told him when he tried to kiss her after she had thwarted a Thugee attempt to rob a train laden with gold bars. Gavin didn't understand what she meant by that until after another adventure with the Tigress.. when he finally put the pieces of the puzzle together...her cryptic expressions of caring..and Diala never being present at the same time..to realise that Diala Singh and the Tigress of India were one and the same.

Recalling that he had since promised Diala that he would keep her secret safe...Gavin cast a glance through his open doorway to a small office across the hall where Diala normally sat during the course of the day. She had long since left Intelligence Headquarters..and Gavin kept his promise that no one would make the connection between Diala and the Tigress..by keeping their work relationship strictly professional. "Where are you tonight Tigress?" wondered Gavin Stewart resolved as he turned to look out his window..across the rooftops of the city.

Bhopal. Central India. 11 pm.

The train whistle blared as the Number Six locomotive from Bombay slowly pulled into the train station in the central Indian town. No one noticed that a curvaceous female figure had been riding atop the train throughout its three hour journey. The Tigress of India brushed back a strand of her thick, long mane black hair which cascaded against her naked shoulders and reached down to the centre of her back. The sexy Indian superwoman rose from her squatting position to stretch her muscles of her voluptuous body which was barely covered by a skimpy tiger pelt bikini. Her dark brown eyes darted about in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she scanned the dingy rooftops of the factory-riddled Bhopal. She adjusted her bra and panty to ensure that they were in place. With feline-like agility, Tigress leapt from the roof of the train and made her way stealthily across the rooftops of Bhopal.

Her large breasts bobbed sensuously with every stride made by her long, muscular legs and with every step taken by her erotic bare feet. Her long black hair trailed behind her as she ran and the cool night air brushed past her incredible body which was incredibly muscular and sexily feminine. "It feels so good to be out of the confining clothes I wear as secretary Diala Singh..Gavin must be wondering why I am not working late tonight at the office like I normally do..Little does he know that I am..and what I am doing will help his own investigations.." Tigress thought as she leapt easily from one rooftop to another, unseen by the human and vehicular traffic that was entering and leaving the train station.

While the Tigress' last encounter with the mysterious Indian crime lord known as the Mahar resulted in several of the his Thugee followers being arrested by the British, Diala knew that the Mahar himself was far from finished and it was up to her as India's champion of justice to stop whatever new scheme he was devising. In the two weeks since she foiled the Mahar's attempt to steal gold from the British, reports of Thugee sightings had been flooding British Intelligence headquarters. Their boss..Colonel Roger McDonald..had put Gavin in charge of operations to track down and apprehend the Mahar and those loyal to his cause. However..as Diala knew fully well..the British major was somewhat restricted by military protocols and bureaucratic red tape in his efforts.

However neither of these restrictions...similar to clothing...applied to the brave, beauteous and buxom Tigress of India...who knew that her man would need all the help he could get to catch the monstrous Mahar. Unknown to Gavin and Colonel McDonald, Diala had taken a couple of reports out of the dossier which had been used at an intelligence briefing at Headquarters earlier that same day. After all...no one would ever suspect that she had these reports..just as no one at Headquarters other than Gavin..would remotely suspect that mousy secretary Diala Singh was really..India's sexy and scantily-clad..champion of justice. Having committed the reports to memory when she returned home from work..Diala changed into the Tigress and set off on her mission.

Landing on the balls of her erotic bare feet on a rooftop, Tigress crept silently towards her target. The sexy Indian Adventuress stood up, placed her hands on her slim waist and stood with her powerful legs slightly apart as she gazed upon a the compound of a seemingly deserted cloth warehouse. However Diala's heightened senses told her differently and she detected movement within the dingy building. "Seems like I have found my prey..I must apprend..them quickly..leave them for the British Army to collect and get back to Bombay before morning..so Diala Singh can be at work on time.." Tigress resolved as she made her way down a nearby fire escape and slowly inched her way towards the rear of the warehouse. She easily cleared the fence with a single bound and walked slowly to a side door which was slightly ajar.

Diala's eyes narrowed in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as they adjusted to the darkness inside the warehouse. Her large breasts rose and fell slowly in the confines of her skimpy tiger pelt bra as she made her way through the stacks of rolled carpets and crates of raw cloth. Tigress' erotic bare feet shuffled softly over the concrete floor of the warehouse which was covered with dust. The sound of voices caught the heroine's attention and she made her way towards the voices. Climbing atop stack of rolled carpets, the buxom brunette beauty gazed upon a group of four men clad in black cloaks who were doing some work on some other carpets. Tigress watched as the men cut the carpets open with long, curved knives, which she recognised as the trademark weapon of the Thugees, loyal servants of the evil Mahar. "Looks like the information in the files about the Thugee sighting were true..Gavin will be happy to have some more of these criminals to arrest..They could tell us where to find the Mahar.." Diala thought as she squatted on the balls of her feet and prepared the muscles of her incredible body for action.

"Quickly we must prepare the carpets for shipment..the supplier will be here soon.." one Thugee growled. Tigress watched as two more Thugees came forward, bearing what appeared to be rice sacks. The sacks were cut open and Diala's eyes widened in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as a fine white powder was poured on to the carpets. "Opium!..The Thugees are trafficking opium in carpets.. Time to put a stop to this!" said the beauteous Indian Adventuress said as she sprang into action.

The Thugees were started as the buxom masked beauty alighted in front of them. "Surrender now Thugees or face my wrath!" declared the Tigress of India as she assumed her heroic pose. Her hands balled into fists..resting lightly on either side of her small curvy waist..her muscular legs spread slightly apart..and her massive bust..barely contained in her flimsy tiger pelt bra..thrust towards her enemies with confidence. "It is the infidel Tigress!..Sworn enemy of our Master!..Kill her!!" a snarled a Thugee and lunged at the heroine with his long gleaming blade.

Twisting her curvaceous and muscular brown body..Diala easily evaded his clumsy attack. Her counterattack was swift..a left chop to the back of the neck which sent him sprawling along the floor. Sensing imminent danger...the Tigress whirled around..and smacked an onrushing Thugee in the jaw with the ball of her right foot. "Do you really want to continue this pointless battle?!..You know I cannot be defeated!" boasted the buxom Indian superwoman to the last two Thugees who stood their ground with their knives raised at her. "Well..what are you boys waiting for?!" laughed the beautiful Indian Adventuress as she resumed her heroic pose..placing her hands on her curvy hips and thrust her shapely breasts forward. They made no reply but it was not long before the Tigress of India would get the answer to her question.

Her demeanour quickly changed from one of laughter to seriousness..as she suddenly sensed movement behind her. Allowing herself to be lulled into complacency by her own overconfidence...Diala reacted too late to the new threat which faced her. As she whirled around..the buxom Indian superwoman saw another Thugee holding a heavy wooden club in a raised position..almost upon her. "No!..I allowed myself to get distracted!...The way you are holding that club!..It is obvious to me that your intention is to hit me in my breasts!..I have no time to escape my punishment!!" cried the Tigress in obvious panic. The club-wielding Thugee swung his huge weapon with all his might...into Diala's large.firm brown breasts. "UUUNNNHHHHHH!!!!!" groaned the beauteous Tigress of India in pain.

The force of impact was enough to knock her off her erotic bare feet and send her hurtling through the air like a rag doll. The Tigress crashed into a pile of rolled carpets..and then landed on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse..flat on her back..her slender muscular arms and shapely muscular legs..flailing helplessly in the air. Much too the dismay of the sexy Heroine of India..some of the heavy carpets..fell on to her arms and legs..effectively pinning her to the ground. Uunnhhh!!..My breasts..in so much pain..making me feel so weak..becoming..sleepy..must get free..must stop Thugees..!" resolved the Tigress who was dazed and disoriented by the cruel but well placed blow to her awesome chest by the Thugee. Flexing her shapely arms and legs...Diala managed with some effort...to free herself from the heavy rolls of carpet that had briefly pinned her to the ground.

Slowly..and groggily...the beauteous Tigress was getting to her feet..when her enemies struck another decisive and well-timed blow against her. Before Diala could act...she felt a pair of hands slip under her flimsy tiger pelt bra..and start to rub something soft and damp over her large brown breasts. The sexy Indian superwoman raised her hands to grab the wrists of her unseen attacker but her slender muscular arms immediately fell limp at the sides of her shapely upper torso..rising on he ball of her erotic left foot while keeping her erotic right foot flat on the ground. "Uuuhuuuhhhhh...My breasts...they are getting...so weak...my nipples...they become...so hard...I lose my strength...cannot fight...only think of man's touch...never felt.. so peaceful..only think.. of love.. and sleep.. commanding me.. to fall asleep..must obey...Thugees will escape..blacking out..I..am defeated..Gavin..Gavin..help..me..Uuuhhhhhhhh.." Tigress moaned as she collapsed to the ground..unconscious.

To be continued.