Tigress of India

Indian Ocean. 1940.

Across the darkened waters...a merchant freighter made its way slowly towards its destination. However unknown to the crew of the unsuspecting vessel, its every move was being shadowed. When the pursuers felt the chase had gone on long enough, the order was given and the silence of the Indian Ocean was shattered by a loud explosion which sent the vessel to the bottom.

24 hours later
Bombay, India. 9 am

Major Gavin Stewart strolled briskly up the steps of British Army Intelligence headquarters. Having arrived in the country hours earlier...he had come straight from the airfield to report for duty. The sounds of his shoes echoed down the hall as he approached the office of Colonel Roger McDonald.. Chief of Intelligence. Outside of McDonald's office, a young Indian woman wearing a baggy cream blouse and skirt sat typing at a desk. "Go ahead Major..The Colonel is expecting you.." said the woman who was in her earlier 20's as she handed him a leather bound dossier. The 40-year-old, blonde-haired Stewart studied her briefly. Her skin was dark brown, her long black hair which was draped around her neck and resting on her shoulders. Her light brown eyes gazed at him from behind a pair of large-rimmed glasses. He briefly wondered what her body would look like in more revealing attire.

"Thank you...Miss..." replied Gavin. "Singh...Diala Singh.." replied the secretary as she introduced herself before Gavin entered McDonald's office...to report for duty. After McDonald read Stewart's letter of credentials... he offered the major a seat and then ran his hand through his receding hairline as he spoke. "That freighter was the third we've lost in the last two weeks..With our forces stretched fighting the Japanese..We can ill afford naval escorts.." stated McDonald in a grim tone of voice. "London is very concerned about these recent events sir...That's why I've been assigned to this office to assist in getting to the bottom of these attacks...What do you suspect sir?" asked Stewart. "We have reason to believe that
German U-Boats have been deployed to the Indian Ocean.. and they are receiving key information about our freighters' schedule.." replied McDonald

"The Nazis aiding the Japanese by attacking our supply lines..Ghastly!" remarked Stewart. "Indeed..and we have key sailings in the next few days..these ships are laden with critical supplies for our troops in the Pacific..I have asked Miss Singh to compile all of the information we have to assist you in your investigation major...You're one of the Army's most decorated intelligence officers...if anyone can solve this mystery...I have every confidence you're the man to do it..." replied Colonel McDonald. Unknown to the two British officers..secretary Diala Singh had heard ever word as she sat working at her typewriter. "Major Stewart will need some help to solve this case..and he shall have it.." resolved Diala vowed.

Two days later.
Bombay 9 pm.


Gavin Stewart strolled into the White Horse Club. The club was a known gambling den and a place where all sorts of information could be obtained. Clad in his crisp white and black tuxedo, Gavin Stewart mingled with the crowd. A blonde-haired Nordic beauty clad in a very revealing red gown at the roulette table caught his attention and he moved towards her. "You seem to be doing very well" observed Gavin as he observed the stack of blue chips before her. "I am Elsa Grables..To my friends I am called the Contessa.." replied the blonde with a broad smile as she flung the dice and again came up a winner. "I can see that.." replied Stewart with a grin. "One should not watch another man's property so closely" a stated gruff male voice . Stewart turned around to see a stocky bald man in a black tuxedo approaching. The contents of the intelligence dossier told him that this was, Otto Schmidt, owner of the Vienna Shipping company.

"We may be at war Mr Schimdt but we are not enemies here..Good evening Miss Grables..and good luck..." replied Stewart as he made his departure..deciding that retreat was the better part of valor on this occasion. Schmidt watched him disappear through the crowd. He cast his eyes towards two of his bodyguards..motioning them to follow the British officer.

Stewart exited the club and walked briskly towards his parked car. He never got the chance to open the door as he felt his head explode and darkness swept over him. A car quickly pulled up and Stewart was hastily dumped in the back. "We go!" said one of the bodyguards as he got in. The car sped off, unaware that it was being pursued across the city's rooftops by a shapely silhouette.

Gavin gasped as he was crudely awakened by a bucket full of cold water. "Why you want to know the massa's business?!" snarled a gruff Indian voice snarled. "Who the bloody hell are you?!!" yelled Stewart in response. He wheezed as a pair of brass knuckles were driven solidly into his gut. As Stewart regained his breath, he saw four burly Indian thugs standing before him. He tried to move but soon discovered that his hands were tied behind an wooden post. "You will tell us what we want to know!" demanded another thug as he prepared to dish out another round of punishment. "That will be enough!...You will release him now..of face my wrath!" declared a woman's voice. Gavin and the four thugs looked in the direction of a nearby doorway that opened on to a balcony.

Despite the dim lighting in the room...and the beating he received...Gavin clearly discerned the figure of a very shapely woman standing there and watched as she entered the room. As she did so..the British major could scarcely believe his eyes as more of her incredible features were revealed. The woman was Indian. She was barefoot and her toenails gleamed with an ivory lustre in the darkness. Her skin was smooth and dark brown. As his eyes traced a path from her feet upwards, Stewart clearly made out the muscles on her thighs and calves. Between her mighty thighs, a skimpy pair of tigerskin briefs garbed the area. A thin golden belt with a buckle that looked like a roaring tiger's head.. entwined itself about her small curvy hips.


His eyes followed her washboard six pack abdomen..towards her even more incredible chest was taut. It was broad and Gavin's while her chest was broad. His eyes were glued to the woman's breasts..which were large and firm. They were naked..except for patches of tiger pelt which appeared to be pasted on to the summits of her breasts..which swayed sexily from side to side as she strolled into the room. His gaze continued upwards..past the valley between the woman's massive mounds...to her slender neck and finally to her face.

Her lips were full, glossy and red..her nose small..and a pair of light brown eyes blazed in the slits of a tigerskin mask which stretched across the upper part of her face to conceal her identity. Her hair was black, glossy and thick..piled atop her head in numerous braids to keep it in place.

The mysterious masked woman stood with her hands on her curvy hips...her muscular legs slightly apart..her massive bust pushed forward. "You are interfering in matters that do not concern you!..Leave now female if you wish to live!" snarled one thug as he pulled out a knife. " I am the Tigress of India!..I fight against evil and protect the innocent from harm!..I intend to rescue your prisoner and take you to the authorities so that justice will be served!" quipped the beauteous Indian superwoman. "Get out while you can!" yelled Gavin...concerned for the scantily clad Indian woman's safety as the knife-wielding thug charged towards her. However what happened next left the veteran intelligence officer speechless.


He watched in awe as the woman nimbly allowed the thug to glide past her curvaceous body before dispatching him with a left hand karate chop to the neck. Another thug rushed towards her but the Tigress thrust her shapely right leg towards him. He groaned as the ball of her right foot connected with his jaw and sent him sprawling along the floor.


Gavin watched the masked maiden's ample breasts bobbing sexily from side to side as she rushed towards the last two of her foes. They stood mesmerised by her incredible body as she leapt forward and sent them rolling along the ground with a devastating left roundhouse kick which flatted them against the wall.. They groaned in pain as they slumped to the floor..unconscious.

The broad chested heroine then moved to assist the captured British officer. "Have no fear Major Stewart...I will have you free soon" said the Tigress as she stood behind him and effortlessly snapped his ropes with a single tug of the strong ropes that bound him..

"Blimey..Who are you?" asked Stewart in amazement..rubbing his sore his wrists as he looked at the scantily-clad woman who stood before him. "As I said ...My name is Tigress..I have come to help you Major.." replied the heroine. "These men were obviously hired to do you harm.." explained the Indian superwoman as she pointed to the unconscious thugs at her feet."Before I came here..I read unconfirmed reports of criminals being turned over to the authorities by an...unknown vigilante.." said Gavin..who was finding it difficult not to stare at the woman's big brown breasts. "Clearly...they have knowledge about the case you are investigating...the sinking of the merchant vessels...and would have surely disposed of you had I not intervened..." said Tigress. Gavin stepped closer towards the heroine..surprising her by raising his right hand..so that his fingers lightly touched the space between her awesome cleavage.

"I owe you my life Tigress...Maybe we can talk...over...dinner?" asked the major. She replied by grabbing his right wrist with her left hand and pushing it away from her chest. "I do no let any man touch my breasts Major...but rest assured...I shall help you...I will be close at hand if danger threatens..." replied Tigress. The sound of approaching military police sirens caused Stewart to look away briefly but when he turned back...the masked maiden was gone.

24 hours later.

Otto Schmidt paced furiously in the centre of the office of his shipping company. "Those fools were supposed to have disposed of the Englishman..Why does he live still?!" growled Schmidt. "From what Franz stated last night..It would appear that the Major has an ally..a masked fraulein..who calls herself the Tigress of India.." replied Elsa replied as she calmly lit a cigarette. "I have read rumours of a mysterious woman defeating criminals in the city...She has clearly underestimated who she now faces..I shall have her dealt with as well..." replied Otto as he picked up the phone to call his men to find the heroine. "Do not be so hasty my dearest Otto....I shall have this Tigress dealt with..She seems to have unusual power..which we can make our own.." stated Elsa. "How?" asked Schmidt as he put down the phone...his curiousity aroused by Elsa's words. "Zis fraulein obviously gets her information from British Intelligence..and is close to ze Major..It is the bait which she cannot resist..She will willingly fall into our trap!" replied Elsa as she outlined her plan to him.

Later that same afternoon at British Intelligence headquarters..secretary Diala Singh opened the satchel of daily correspondence and carefully sifted through it. One particular letter..bearing the seal of the Vienna Shipping Company...caught her attention. With Colonel McDonald and Major Stewart gone to New Delhi to attend a staff officers' meeting there..Diala was alone at her desk outside of McDonald's office..and decided she would examine the contents of the letter. She carefully opened it..to find a single sheet of paper in side with some words written on it. "Kabal Bath House..Room Four at six." The secretary glanced at a clock on a nearby wall and saw that it was 5.30 pm.

"This is clearly a trap for Major Stewart...obviously to lure him into a meeting but then capture him..." deduced Diala as she got up from behind her desk and walked towards a small bathroom nearby which McDonald had reserved exclusively for her. Closing the door behind her...Diala removed her large rimmed glasses from her face and placed them in her purse.

Placing her purse inside a simple wooden cabinet in the room...Diala slowly unbuttoned her blouse...revealing a pair of large brown breasts..capped at their summits by puffy dark brown nipples and areolas. She placed her blouse in the cabinet...then removed her skirt...revealing a thick patch of black pubic hair between her shapely thighs. Kicking off her shoes..

Diala placed her skirt and shoes inside the cabinet..and then accessed a hidden panel..pulling out a large brown envelope.



She opened the envelope...and donned its contents. First..a pair of flimsy tiger pelt panties which barely covered the space between her massive thighs. Next..the golden belt which was wrapped around her small curvy waist...and she felt incredible power flowing through the muscles of her curvaceous body. Then a pair of tiger pelt patches..which she pasted over her nipples and areolas. She tied the tiger pelt mask around the upper part of her face...and completed her change by tying her glossy, thick black hair into numerous braids atop her head. " This is a job for the Tigress of India!" resolved Diala as she checked her skimpy attire in a mirror before slipping out of the bathroom.



As the sun descended over the skyline of Bombay... the sexy Tigress of India...raced across the rooftops towards her rendezvous with the forces of evil. Her large firm breasts bobbing and swaying as she she ran. Every so often... the masked beauty leapt from one building to another...causing her tigerskin panties to narrowed within the cheeks of her pear-shapped buttocks and then smooth out as she landed on another rooftop. It was not long before the gorgeous Indian avenger arrived at her destination..her bare feet atop the rooftop of the bath house. Against the backdrop of a quickly darkening sky, no one detected her presence.


"Now to find the ones who laid this trap for Major Stewart..Surprise them and defeat them.." resolved the Tigress resolved as she crept slowly across the rooftop in a crouching position. She moved gingerly on the balls of her feet, avoiding the small stacks where wisps of steam were escaping from the various baths inside. Tigress heard the sounds of music and laughter from within the various baths as she searched for her quarry. Suddenly as the sole of her left foot pressed on to the surface of the old tiled roof, the surface beneath her shapely body suddenly gave way. "Ohhh!" cried the startled Tigress cried in surprise as she fell through the roof towards the open pool of warm water beneath her. The masked beauty splashed down in the centre of the pool along with fragments of the roof. The sounds went unnoticed due to the activities in the other occupied rooms.

Recovering from her intial shock, Tigress swam towards the stone steps which lead out of the pool. "Not the type of entrance I planned..but now I must get to work.." resolved the heroine..as she emerged from the pool and carefully surveyed her surroundings for signs of a trap but saw none. "This is strange..No one is here..This bath is closed obviously because of the roof's bad condition..So why would anyone want Major Stewart to come here?" pondered Tigress. Suddenly...the busty heroine felt a strange tingling in her chest which prompted her to look down at her chest. "Ohhhh...My nipples!...They become hard underneath my tiger pelt...What is happening to me...All of a sudden...my breasts...they feel heavy as lead...making me tired...Ohhh..so very...tired..." confessed the heroine..her slender muscled arms falling limp at her sides as she swayed drunkenly from side to side.


Diala's brown eyes grew heavy in the ithin the slits of her tigerpelt mask and her temples began to throb. Her limbs grew increasingly sluggish with every step that she took towards the stone steps. "Unnhhh..What manner of trickery?..My nipples..feel so strange..Make my breasts..feel heavy..tired..I am..so very tired..." Tigress confessed as her right pressed against her throbbing forehead. ..her nipples becoming hard and erect under her tiger pelt patches at an alarming rate as the room spun around her. Dazed and disoriented..the sexy Indian superwoman was totally vulnerable...as a figure stepped up behind her. "UNNHHHHHH!!!!" groaned Tigress as she felt something hard strike her in the back of her head and she collapsed to the stone floor of the bath house. Her left shoulder made contact with the cold stone surface and she rolled on to her back.

Her arms lay useless at her sides...while her long muscular legs glided back and forth below her small curvy waist..her sexy toes twitching. "Ohhh..My breasts..feel so strange...my nipples...something is making them...so....hard...cannot stop thinking...of men touching my breasts...Ohhhh...something..in the water..robbing my breasts...of my tiger strength..." confessed Diala as as her eyes stared vacantly towards the open ceiling through which she fell mere minutes ago. The sound of laughter permeated her hearing and the helpless Indian heroine looked up to see Elsa Grables kneel beside her. "Ah..You must be the Tigress..So beautiful..and so helpless.." gloated Elsa as her fingernails caresses the tigerpelt patches atop the heroine's breasts.

"Unnnhh!!!..Do not touch..my breasts..the way you touch my nipples...arouses me...makes me feel...weak...sleepy.." admitted the Tigress of India as she gazed sleepily into Elsa's icy-blue eyes. "Foolish fraulein..I knew that you would not refuse my invitation..and so I was ready for you.." gloated Elsa as she watched Tigress' nipples harden further under her touch.


"Uuunnnhh..the letter..to Major Stewart...it was all..a trap...for me..How...how did you know...about my breasts?" sighed the sleepy Tigress as Elsa fondled her nipples. "I am a student of mythology..I know about the Tiger Goddess Parvati..The women who become her champion..must be pure of mind and body.." explained Elsa. The female Nazi agent then revealed a dark vial and waved it before the helpless heroine.

"For all your special abilities Tigress..You are nothing once your breasts have been aroused..The special herbs used in this bathwater..together with this chloroform..form a combination which you cannot resist.." sneered Elsa. "Ohhhh...You are right...I must confess...I Iose my tiger powers.. if my breasts..succumb to..forbidden desires....thoughts of man's touch..sex.. I am punished by being put to sleep...You are clever...You have outsmarted me...trapped me...my nipples..so hard..breasts... tired..I am at your mercy..what will you do to me?" cooed the helpless Tigress.

Elsa answered the heroine's question by opening the vial and slowly pouring its contents over each of her visibly, hardened nipples. "Sleep fraulein Tigress..You will sleep..." she sneered. "Yesssss...drug of sleep..soaking through my tiger pelt patchess.. tiger strength..fading.. no desire..to fight.. for justice...make my breasts are so tired..way you are touching them....you have hands that will make them sleep...they command them now..Yes..must sleep..have no choice..you have tamed me...I..am..going..to..going to... Uhhh..Uhhh...Uhhh....Uhhhhhh...." cooed Tigress sighed as she willingly succumbed to unconsciousness as Elsa fondled her broad chest into sleepy submission

To be continued.