Tigress of India in Menace of the Mahar Part 3

As he sat within the confines of his hotel room in Calcutta..Major Gavin Stewart couldn't help feel that he was overlooking something. Something that was very crucial to his investigation of the mysterious sabotage of Allied air operations in India. As he sipped his scotch, Gavin strongly suspected that something was amiss with the arrest of the Tigress by the British Military Police. Since encountering the mysterious masked maiden..Gavin had no reason to doubt her commitment to fighting for justice and to the Allies cause. "Also having a nice rack doesn't hurt..." thought Gavin as he thought about her large firm brown breasts which were covered at the nipples by patches of tiger pelt.

"The lass is no murderess..I must find a way to prove her innocence" he vowed. However the dispatch from Military HQ, ordering Tigress' detention would make that even more difficult. " I remember Tigress said Diala Singh always seems to have a way of contacting Tigress when she's needed..When she arrives in Bombay..I'll contact her and see how best we can free the Tigress from prison" resolved Gavin. Little did the British Intelligence Officer know how futile those efforts would be. At that very moment, two Indian MPs carried the unconscious heroine known as Tigress of India towards the grim solitary confinement block, reserved for the worst of criminals. No one knew that the Indian superwoman was secretly secretary Diala Singh.

"I cannot believe the Mahar is concerned about this woman...She was not difficult to subdue" the MP holds her feet remarked. "Who would have believed the woman's breasts would be so important!" the MP holding her under the arms scoffed and both men roared with laughter."That's enough..Throw the tart inside!" the Corporal barked as he unlocked the imposing steel door. Tigress was unceremoniously hurled into the dank, darkened room. The Corporal and the two Indian MPs howled with laughter as the door was slammed shut and locked.

Colonel McDonald straightened his khaki brown uniform as he exited his hotel. His junior officer, Major Gavin Stewart awaited him in a jeep parked outside. "Morning sir" Stewart said with a salute. "Morning Major..What is our status?" McDonald asked as he climbed into the jeep and Stewart tumbled the engine. "The next cargo plane is being loaded as we speak sir..Security has been doubled..Delivery is expected to take place in 48 hours.." Stewaet replied as they drove through the crowded,dusty streets of Calcutta. "What about fighter escort?" McDonald asked.

"Our saboteurs have struck again sir..We have four Spitfires at the base..Only one is close to being operational..and we have no pilots" Stewart replied grimly. "Blast!" McDonald fumed. It seemed as if the fates were conspiring against them. "We'll have to send a dispatch to Bombay..Miss Singh would have arrived by now..We have a lot of red tape to cut through in a very short time.." McDonald said as they drove along. Like Gavin..he also knew that only the super powers of the Tigress could help to defeat this unknown enemy.

However neither officer knew that the Tigress of India was in dire straits of her own at the moment. Lying on her back, her great breasts rose and fell slowly within her unconscious state. "Uhhhhh.." Tigress sighed into her pitch black surroundings as she stirred. The chains binding her feet together clinked slightly as her curvaceous body twitched slightly. Resting atop a pillow provided by her thick black hair, tied in numerous braids atop her head, Tigress' head rolled from side to side as the nightmare unfolded within her jaded mind.

The Indian superwoman gasped for air as the thick rope tightened around her neck and her hands were tied behind her back. All around her, men's faces sneered at her predicament. "So this is the famous Tigress?!" one remarked. "Beware of her..She's a savage beast!" another quipped.

"Release me!..Or suffer my wrath!" warned the Tigress as she strained against her bonds to no avail. The heroine looked down in horror as several hands reached for her broad chest. "No!!..Not my breasts!!..You must not..No!!!!" she pleaded.

The Indian superwoman's shapely body surged atop the cold concrete floor as the hands touched her within her mind. "UNNHHHH!!!!" Tigress cried but the darkness of her cell offered no sympathy. "Uuuuuhh..Uuuuuuuhh..Uuuuuuuhh.." complained the broad-chested crimefighter as fingers teased her nipples into hardness and erotic bliss. Her drug-induced thoughts caused her nipples to harden beneath the patches of tiger pelt which covered them. Through a slit in the door, the two Indian MPs watched her writhing on the floor.

"The woman is believing her own nightmare..Soon it will be all that she knows" one grinned and the other nodded in agreement. Meanwhile at the military airfield outside Calcutta, Colonel McDonald received some disturbing news. "What do you mean no sign of her?!" he asked. "No one at Intelligence HQ has any record of Miss Singh ever checking in and there has been no response from her living quarters" Major Stewart replied. McDonald was pondering what could have happened to his aide when he heard footsteps approaching.

McDonald and Stewart turned round to see a portly, moustached man in a crisp khaki military uniform approaching them. "Good day gentlemen..I trust this latest cargo will be ready on time..Our fighting men must have all the supplies they need against the Japs you know.." Air Marshal Howard Huggins remarked as he saluted them. "We're working on it sir.."McDonald assured him. "Well work harder lads..The plane leaves for our base on the Burmese border in two hours" Huggins snapped. "Two hours?!..but sir.." McDonald began. Huggins waved his hand to stop him.

"The plane leaves tonight Colonel!" the Air Marshal replied as he turned on his heel and walked off. "Something strike you as a bit odd Major?" McDonald asked. "Indeed sir..Marshal Huggins seemed awfully eager to have that plane leave..What shall we do sir?" Stewart replied. "I will arrange for you to be on that plane Major..You must ensure that the cargo reaches its destination.." McDonald stated. "What about you sir?" Stewart asked. "I have some other matters to attend to..." McDonald replied grimly.

Tigress gasped for air as she lay within a pool of sweat, created by hours of grappling with her drug-induced delusions. "So weak..So tired..Too many men..Hands touching my breasts..Cannot fight back..Must sleep.." the Indian superwomans groaned. "You cannot sleep my daughter..Too much is at stake.." a female voice stated. "Where?..Who?" Tigress stammered as her light brown eyes flickered open within the slits of her mask. "Hear my voice daughter..The voice of Parvati..The Tiger Goddess.." the female voice said as a shimmering aura materialised within the cell.

"Ohhh..Parvati..I am so weak..My breasts..corrupted..by Man's touch" sighed Diala. "No my daughter..Your mind has been tricked..It is the treachery of the Mahar..You must delve deep within yourself..To find the strength that is yours.." the Tiger Goddess said as the aura faded. As dusk fell over the city, Colonel McDonald alighted from his jeep, outside the Military Police outpost. The MP Corporal looked up as McDonald entered. "Colonel..Wasn't expecting you back so soon?" he remarked.

"Sure you were'nt lad..I'm here to see the prisoner.." McDonald replied. "I see.." the Corporal replied as he flicked a switch under his desk. This caused a light to flicker in the cell block corridor and caught the attention of the two Indian MPs guarding the Tigress. "There is trouble..We must go" one stated and they walked off briskly. "Colonel McDonald..He is in danger..I must..break..free.." realised Tigress as she strained every muscle of her shapely body. With a roar of triumph, the heroine snapped her chains and leapt to her feet.

The Indian MPs halted in their tracks and drawing their pistols, headed back towards the Tigress' cell. They were halfway there when the steel door came flying towards them. The impact sent them sprawling along the ground. "I shall deal with you fiends later!" Tigress quipped as she raced past their senseless forms. The heroine burst into the main office as the MP Corporal was slowly pulling out his gun to an unsuspecting McDonald. He turned round upon hearing the commotion and Tigress struck him in the jaw with a right jab.He fell unconscious to the floor.

"Tigress!..What in blazes is going on?" McDonald inquired as he stepped around to the other side of the desk. "I am better now Colonel..These men are in league with the saboteurs..They captured me and wanted you to believe I was one of them!" Tigress explained as she hoisted the unconscious Corporal to his feet. "Saints preserve us lass!..You prevailed again..but that means the cargo plane is in danger...and I fear the fiends have taken my secretary Diala Singh captive.." McDonald replied. Tigress hesitated momentarily at the name of her alter-ego.

"You need not worry about Miss Singh Colonel..She is in safe hands" Tigress assured him as she bolted out the door before McDonald could utter another word. "Good luck to you Tigress" he whispered as he watched her great breasts and well-rounded buttocks sway as she ran off.

Major Stewart strapped himself in as the twin engine cargo plane powered up its engines and taxied down the runway. Standing next to his jeep, Air Marshal Howard Huggins watched as the plane lifted off into the sky.

He was about to leave when the Tigress alighted before him...on the balls of her erotic bare feet. "Who?" he gasped in shock as he gazed upon the scantily-clad heroine as her large breasts swayed sexily before his eyes. "Have no fear Air Marshal Huggins..I am the Tigress of India..I am a super heroine and I here to help.." explained Diala as she stood with her hands on her waist..legs slighty apart...and bust pushed forward. Huggins studied every inch of her athletic and sensuous body before looking up into her light brown eyes. "Uh..Certainly..What can I do for you..uh..Tigress?" he asked. "I have reason to believe that plane is flying into danger..I must borrow one of your fighter planes" said the heroine without a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"We only have one plane that's working..."Huggins stated. "Show me where it is..I must use it to escort the cargo plane safely to its destination.." Tigress replied. "Of course..Come with me.." Huggins said, gesturing towards his jeep. Tigress nodded in agreement and climbed into the passenger side as Huggins started the jeep. Within minutes, they arrived at a hangar where a lone Spitfire fighter was parked.

Two mechanics who were working on the plane looked up as they saw Tigress stretch her long muscular legs as she alighted from the jeep and stroll towards the plane with Huggins. "You..uh..Know how to fly one of these?" Huggins asked the heroine. He found it very difficult to keep his eyes off of her incredible chest. "Yes..but I have little time for explanations..I must be airborne within minutes.." Tigress stated as she nimbly leapt on to the wing of the airplane. Huggins and the two mechanics felt their jaws go slack as they watched her land of the balls of her bare feet. Every muscle in her curvaceous body highlighted.

They quickly composed themselves before the sensuous she-cat observed them. "You heard the lady..Let's her ready!" Huggins barked and the two mechanics exchanged knowing looks. One went under the plane to attach the fuel hose. As Tigress slipped into the cockpit, Huggins passed a dark brown bottle to the other mechanic who pulled a thick rag from under his coveralls. He poured a copious amount of the bottle's contents into the rag and walked towards the aircraft and its unsuspecting pilot.

The first mechanic meanwhile detached the hose and started to load the Spitfire's machine guns with ammunition. Seated snugly in the cockpit, Tigress checked all of the instruments in preparation for take-off. She then proceeded to strap herself in. "Everything ready?" Huggins called out, knowing full well what was about to happen. "Yes!..I am ready!" Tigress replied. "Good luck Tigress" Huggins said and nodded to the first mechanic who stepped out in front of the plane. "Contact!" he yelled.

The beauteous Indian superwoman flicked the main power switch and the Spitfire's engine sputtered to life. The rotor spun faster as she powered up the engine in preparation for departure. The second mechanic leapt on to the port wing and leaned towards the cockpit. "What are you doing?!..I have to leave now!" Tigress admonished the mechanic as she turned to face him. "Have to clean those straps..It will help if you have to bail out" the mechanic explained as he stared at the leather straps around the heroine's broad chest.

"All right..but do not touch my breasts..or you shall suffer my wrath!" she warned him. The mechanic nodded and passed the rag lightly over the straps on either side of her chest. Diala eyed him suspiciously as he passed the rag along the strap that ran under her great breasts. "You were wise not to touch my breasts..I shall spare you.." said the Tigress to the mechanic before leapt from the plane as he finished and removed the wooden blocks under the wheels. Working the flight pedals with her erotic bare feet, Tigress grasped the flight stick between her thighs and steered the plane out of the hangar.

She closed the canopy upon reaching the end of the runway. Like an ace pilot, the beauteous Indian superwoman raced down the runway and took to the sky. "Stupid bitch won't know what hit her" one mechanic grinned as he and his comrade approached Air Marshal Huggins. "A beautiful and brave woman indeed.." Huggins remarked as he lit a cigar. "But foolish..Tigress has delivered herself into the hands of the Mahar once more!" he laughed.

To be continued.