Tigress of India in Menace of the Mahar

Under the cover of darkness, figures moved through the shadows at Mumbai Airfield on the outskirts of Calcutta. Slowly and stealthily, they made their way past the unsuspecting sentries and towards a nearby hangar. Minutes later, the hangar exploded, destroying the loaded cargo plane within.

24 hours later

Chief of Army Intelligence, Colonel Roger McDonald inspected the scene. With him was his new top officer, Major Gavin Stewart. McDonald's secretary Diala Singh accompanied them. "How is it possible that none of your guards detected an intruder?" McDonald asked a sergeant incredulously. The sergeant had no answer to give. "This is very strange sir..No tracks of any kind..or traces of the explosive device..I've never seen anything like it" Stewart remarked as he studied the remnants of the cargo plane. "We cannot afford to give the scoundrels credit Major..This plane was loaded with vital mechanical parts for our fighters..Someone is definitely out to sabotage our air operations..but who?" McDonald replied as he continued to grimly survey the scene. Diala took notes of the officers' observations but also made some of her own. "I will compile the report when we return to office..but later..I will change into the TIGRESS OF INDIA and search for the answers"resolved Diala...eager to get out of her dowdy and drab attire which she wore to conceal her curvaceous and muscular brown body underneath it.

As night fell over the sprawling city of Calcutta.. the sergeant made his way through the crowded sidestreets. However he was unaware of a figure that was following him from the rooftops. With the greatest of ease, Tigress followed her unsuspecting quarry. The cool night air brushed against her virtually naked body, save the tiger pelt briefs which hugged her broad waist and the space between her muscular thighs, the patches of tiger pelt over the summits of her great breasts and the tiger pelt mask over her light brown eyes. Her thick black hair, bound in a series of braids atop her head.

Her long, muscular legs made great strides as she raced across the rooftops in pursuit of her quarry. Flexing her powerful thighs, the Tigress leapt into the air and sailed from one rooftop to an adjoining one. With her slender arms raised, Tigress landed on the balls of her bare feet.Every muscle on her curvaceous body accentuated and the briefs between her thighs were stretched to the limit of elasticity. Dropping on all fours, to avoid detection from the street below, the busty heroines crept slowly along the rooftop until she could peer over its edge. Tigress watched as the sergeant was greeted by two men clad in heavy cloaks outside a seedy brothel and they led him inside.

"The sergeant knows more than he says..I must learn what that is" thought Diala. Spotting some female garments hanging on a line at the back of the brothel, the Indian superwomans developed a plan. Flanked by the cloaked figures on either side, the sergeant was led up the creaky wooden staircase towards one of the rooms. Below him the stench of alcohol and the sounds of drunken revellry were omnipresent. The sergeant's mind was returned to the present as the old wooden door creaked open and he was ushed inside. In the dimly lit room,illuminated by a single candle, three more cloaked men waited.

One was seated at the table and he rose as the sergeant entered the room and the door closed behind him. He threw back his hood to reveal his bald head and multi-scarred face. "You have done well...The Mahar sends his thanks.." stated Abdullah..the leader of these men...as he handed a small leather pouch to the sergeant. The British soldier slowly opened it and saw the gold coins therein. "I feel like a traitor.." he said ashamedly, bowing his head. "That matters little now.." Abdullah replied as he approached the sergeant. With the swiftness of a cobra, he drew his long, curved knife and slashed the sergeant's throat. Two of his companions seized the dead man's body before it hit the floor.

"Once we have departed..A message shall be sent to the British..They shall find their soldier here..A victim of his own deed.." Abdullah gloated as he wiped the blade against his robes before returning it to its sheath. He then retrieved the pouch of gold coins. Covering his head again, Abdullah and his four companions exited the room and headed down the staircase. As they reached the bottom, Abdullah collided into a woman bearing a tray of drinks,garbed in a veil and a long, thick dress. "Clumsy female!" he snarled and raised his hand to strike her. He was surprised when her right hand seized his left wrist and he was tossed effortlessly on to a nearby table, his weight breaking it in the process. Abdullah looked up to see the woman cast off her garments to reveal her true identity of the Tigress of India.

"You shall face justice Thugee!" declared the broad chested crimefighter as she pointed at Abdullah's distinctive blade. Abdullah's jaw dropped to the floor as he gazed upon her broad chest, flat abdomen and the tiger pelts which covered her nipples and the space between her mighty thighs. "Kill her!" he snarled at his fellow Thugees. Whirling around, Tigress drove the ball of her right foot into one Thugee's face as he drew his pistol. The gun fired a single shot into the air as he staggered back against the bar. The brothel's clientele scampered for the exit.

Another lunged towards her with his knife drawn. Sidestepping him, the Indian Adventuress, seized his knife hand and flung him across the room. The Thugee slammed into a wall and slid to the floor senseless. Whirling round, she saw Abdullah and the last two Thugees bolt out the door. Tigress raced out of the brothel amidst the fleeing patrons. Her keen eyes scanning the darkness for her quarry. She spotted them fleeing down a sidestreet as the shrill whistle of a military policeman was heard as four MPs leapt out of a jeep. "You!..Stop!!" one MP cried as he spotted Tigress in the centre of the melee.

Without a second thought, the sexy Indian superwoman took off in pursuit of the fleeing Thugees. The sound of heavy boots echoed off the stone-covered street as the MPs chased after the heroine. Abdullah raced ahead of his companions who drew their pistols and fired at Tigress. "Must avoid their guns.." thought Diala as she dodged their bullets. However one of the pursuing MPs was not so lucky as he took a bullet to the chest and slumped to the ground. One of his comrades went to his assistance while the other two MPs kept up the chase. Flexing her thighs, Tigress leapt towards the roof to avoid the Thugees' guns and continue their chase. The two Thugees ceased fire as they no longer spotted Tigress behind them and thought they had lost her

Leaping off the rooftop of a building, the Indian superwoman descended towards one of the unsuspecting Thugees. He cried out as the balls of her feet slammed into his back and he fell senseless to the ground. The second Thugee turned to shoot but Tigress was faster, striking him in the chin with a left fist. "You stop!" yelled an MP as he drew his pistol and fired at the busty heroine. "I cannot afford to be delayed..Not while that last Thugee is free.." said Tigress as she somersaulted out of the way to avoid the MP's gunshots. Her evasive tactic took her further into the deep shadows of the sidestreet and away from the pursuing MPs. However the huntress was unaware that malevolent eyes watched her within the shadows and she was now the hunted.

As Tigress landed on the balls of her feet, Abdullah lunged from out of the darkness. "Eh?!...A Thugee attacks...I have been taken off guard!!" cried the Tigress in panic...as his left hand grabbed her left breast. Seconds later, a dirty rag was clamped over her nose and mouth. The heroine's light brown eyes widened in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as a foul odor penetrated her nostrils. "HHNNHHH!!!" cried the Tigress into the rag as Abdullah pulled her back into the shadows. The sexy Indian superwoman gyrated frantically within his grasp. Her long legs flailing madly, her right hand trying to prise the rag off her face and her left hand trying to stop Abdullah's free hand from squeezing each of her big brown breasts in turn.

"Come on..She went this way!" yelled an MP to his partner as they ran by past the alley where Abdullah had dragged the Tigress. "Cease your struggling female!..It is futile!" whispered Abdullah into her right ear. ""Uuuhhhnnhh..His hands..So coarses..My nipples..becoming aroused..getting hard...to think...making me feel...very sexy...Ohhhh...foul smell...what is it...sooo strong....must inhale it...knocking me..out..." conceded the broad chested crimefighter. Her eyelids grew increasingly heavier and her great breasts heaved as she inhaled the potent drug soaked into the rag's fibres.

The beauteous Indian superwoman's struggles slowed as powerful erotic urges tamed her indomitable will. Her arms fell limp and her shapely body sagged against Abdullah's stocky frame. With the rag firmly in place over her nose and mouth, Abdullah lowered her into a sitting position against a wall. "Ahhhhhhh.." gasped the Tigress as he removed the rag and her head sagged between her large firm breasts. The Thugee could see their nipples hardening under the tiger pelt which covered them. "I..I am so sexy....so sleepy...so weak...I..I.. cannot..move.." confessed Diala.

"Who are you female?!..Why are you pursuing me..?!" demanded Abdullah as he placed his left hand on Tigress' shoulder to keep her upright while his right hand held the rag inches from her beautiful but sleepy face. The heroine's brown eyes rolled within the slits of her tigerskin mask as she inhaled the potent fumes once more. "I..I am Tigress..I fight for justice..and protect innocent...against..evil.."cooed Diala..her head reeling under the effects of the drug soaked into the rag. "You are brave to have interferred in affairs that are none of your concern female!" Abdullah growled,inching the rag closer to her nose.

"Unnhhh..Foul smell..weakens me...Makes me..tired.." moaned the Tigress as she raised her head until it rested against the wall. Her eyes stared vacantly towards the star-filled sky above. All the while, Abdullah kept the rag close to her nose. "That sergeant..in league with you..Brought him here..had him killed.." cooed the sleepy Indian superwoman. "Your powers of deduction are good female..A shame that you will not reveal what you know.." Abdullah sneered as he clamped the rag over her nose and mouth again.

Tigress offered no resistance, her great breasts rising and falling as she inhaled the drug. Her light brown eyes growing heavier within the slits of her mask. To the heroine's horror, Abdullah's free left hand roamed over her broad chest at will. "You body is weary Tigress..Your mind jaded..You must sleep..Sleep.." he whispered. "Unnhhh..Breasts..responding to man's touch..Nipples..feel so strange..warm..Becoming tired..So tired..I..I want to sleep.." sighed the Tigress as her vision started to blur.

"You shall forget all that you have witnessed here tonight..Do you understand Tigress?" Abdullah snarled as he briefly removed the rag from the sleepy heroinet's face. "Uhhh..Yes..will forget...So tired..Must sleep.." sighed Diala. "Before you sleep female..You must tell me the secret of your strength..So my brothers can defeat you.." Abdullah ordered the dazed, Indian Adventuress. "Yes...Uhhhh..my breasts..vulnerable to man's touch..and drugs..I..I become weak..and sleepy..when men touch my breasts...that always knocks me out..." confessed the Tigress of India as she told her enemy the only way how to defeat her.

Before Abdullah could continue with his interrogation, he heard the footfalls of the two British MPs returning. "Then your path is chosen Tigress" he sneered and pressed the rag over her nose and mouth again. "Nnnnnhhh..Nhhhh..Nhhhhhh" pleaded Tigress pleaded into the rag...her brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her mask as she inhaled more of the drug. Diala's eyes grew increasingly dim as the drug weakened her further. Unable to defend herself, Tigress' great breasts heaved slowly as she absorbed more of the drug into her system.

"Aahhhhh..so weak...so sleepy....blacking out...." moaned the Indian superwoman as the rag was removed from her face again. Her eyes stared vacantly towards the night sky as she pondered how she came to be in this predicament. As Tigress tottering on the edge of unconsciousness, Abdullah wiped the hilt of his blood-stained knife in his cloak. "This will keep the British preoccupied with you female" he smirked, placing the knife in the heroine's right hand and closing her fingers around the hilt.

"No..You..want..British..to think..I am.. a murderer..I..cannot..I..Nhhhh!!" Tigress protested as the rag was reapplied to her face once more. Placing his left hand behind her head, Abdullah slowly lowered the sleepy superheroine to the ground. "Sleep Tigress..Sleep..It is the will of the Mahar!" he sneered as he laid her flat on her back.

"Who..Who..is...the..Mah..haarrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." cooed the Tigress of India as her resistance crumbled. Her light-brown eyes slowly closing within the slits of her mask as she faded into unconsciousness.

To be continued...