Tigress of India in Menace of the Mahar 4


The Tigress of India pulled back on the flight stick as she brought her Spitfire above a thick canopy of clouds. Easing the stick forward and stretching her long legs back and forth, the heroine levelled off her fighter plane.

"It is so beautiful up here" the Indian superwoman mused as she stared at the fading sunlight over the cloud tops. The scenery briefly made Tigress forget about the war going on below her. Focussing her mind on the job at hand, Tigress turned the radio dial as she sought to locate the cargo transport plane. "Cargo plane..This is the Tigress of India..Respond.." said the busty heroine repeated.y into her pilot's headset. Miles away to the east, the signal was received by the cargo plane.



"Captain..I'm getting a strange signal..Some woman..says her name is Tigress..Trying to contact us" the radio operator. Major Gavin Stewart perked up instantly as he heard this conversation. "Let me talk to her..She works for British Intelligence.." Stewart stated.


The Captain nodded his consent and the radio operator turned the receiver over to Stewart. "Tigress..This is Major Gavin Stewart..I read you loud and clear..Over.." he said. The Indian superwoman breathed a sigh of relief as she heard his voice.




"Major..Your mission has been compromised..You must tell me.." said the Tigress. Suddenly, she felt her nipples suddenly harden beneath the patches of tiger pelt which covered them. Over the radio...Gavin heard the Tigress say "Unnnnhhh." "Tigress?!..Are you all right?..Are you..Aahhhhh.." Stewart groaned as he felt a sharp prick to the back of the neck before being overwhelmed by darkness.




"Better strap the Major in..We'll be landing soon" the pilot informed the radio operator who knelt beside the unconscious Stewart with a syringe in his hand. The radio operator nodded as the cargo plane's altitude slowly decreased. Tigress meanwhile was unaware of what had befallen Stewart as she had problems of her own.



"Unnnhhh..My nipples..becoming hard under my tiger pelts..feeling so strange...dizzy..My breasts..becoming...t.t.tt....tired..." cooed Diala... frantically trying to hold on to the flight stick between her muscular thighs while her toes barely gripped the flight pedals. The spitfire spiralled wildly in several directions. As the Indian superwoman struggled to resist the strange sensations aroused within her breasts and keep the plane level, a voice permeated her subconscious.




"There is no hope Tigress...Your breasts have been corrupted..by Man's touch..Do not deny your weakness...You must sleep..Sleep.." the voice gloated. "Unnnh..Who?..Who are you?..Where are you?...What have you done.. to me..?" cooed the Tigress as she strained to keep the aircraft level.




"That matters little female...Your nipples grow increasingly weary as Man's fingers touch them..Their savagery replaced by slavery...Your breasts grow weaker...and weaker..You have no choice..but to...Sleep..Sleep.." the voice beckoned.




"Uhhh..Urges..filling my mind..Getting..hard to think..Breasts..feel..so tired..." the broad-chested crimefighter groaned. Her light brown eyes fluttered within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she fought the building fatigue and the beams of fading sunlight which penetrated the cockpit. Then Diala realised why her nipples were becoming hard and erect under the tiger pelt patches that covered them.




"The mechanic..he wiped straps under my breasts with a strange liquid..that same liquid... it is arousing my nipples..making my breasts tired..he outsmarted me..I..I..never suspected what he was doing...now..it..is..too late.." cooed the Tigress. "You are too naive woman..Too trusting..Now you have delivered your breasts into my hands...Sleep..Sleep.." the voice beckoned.




The Indian superwoman's broad chest heaved slowly as her breathing became slow and deep. Her light brown eyes grew increasingly dull and heavy. "Ohhh..My breasts..Feel so relaxed..men's hands..all over them..making my nipples..so hard...I..I have no desire..to fight..for justice...only want...just.. want..sex..and..Uhhh...sleep.." Tigress groaned. The busty heroine's curvaceous body slumped within her seat. Her hand slipping off the control stick while her feet slipped off the flight pedals...as she faded into unconsciousness.



The Spitfire plunged sharply towards the ground. "Regain control of the airplane Tigress!" the voice beckoned to her. "Yes..Master.." sighed the busty heroine sighed as she grabbed the stick between her mighty thighs and pulled back on it. Her feet gripped the pedals as she levelled off the Spitfire. Her brown eyes were glassy in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..her nipples hard as bullets and erect under her tiger pelt patches.



"Good..Now you are my slave shall land where I command.." the voice commanded. "Yes..Master..I am..your..slave...I must..obey.." replied the hypnotised Tigress as the plane slowly descended. Within minutes, the Spitfire touched down in a clearing in the heart of India's eastern jungle.



As the plane's engine powered down, six Thugees approached on horseback. Their leader Abdullah watched as Tigress slowly opened the canopy, climbed out of the cockpit and alighted to the ground. Abdullah dismounted as Tigress strolled slowly towards him. A dull, sleepy look in her eyes and her arms limp at her sides. Her great breasts heaving slowing as she drew closer to Abdullah.



"The Mahar awaits you Tigress.." he stated. "Mahar..He is the master of my breasts...I am subservient to his will.." Tigress replied sleepily. "Hold out your hands before me so that I may bind you" Abdullah snarled. The heroine did as she was told and Abdullah wasted no time in binding her wrists together with strong ropes.




A second Thugee approached the Indian Adventuress from behind and slowly pulled his blackjack from his waist. He brought it down with thunderous force on the back of Tigress' head. "Unnhhhh.." groaned Diala as she fell unconscious into Abdullah's waiting arms.


"Conceal the plane well..We go to the Mahar!" Abdullah declared as he slung the unconscious Tigress on to his horse before mounting. Three Thugees remained behind to pull a leafy tarpaulin over the Spitfire while Abdullah and two others rode away with their curvaceous captive.




Meanwhile, Colonel Roger McDonald arrived at the airfield and walked straight into a scene of total chaos. Soldiers were busy searching every inch of the hangars while a visibly agitated Air Marshal Howard Huggins paced in front of his jeep. "McDonald !!..This is your fault!!.. My plane is missing.. and some masked woman who was practically naked stole one of my planes!!..Military Headquarters will hear about this !!" Huggins yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the Intelligence officer.



Jumping into his jeep, Huggins started the engine and drove away. McDonald watched Huggins drive off and then turned his attention towards the search of the airfield's hangars. The officer again got the feeling had gone horribly wrong. While he had faith in the ability of the Tigress to bring the wrongdoers to justice, McDonald somehow felt the conspiracy here was bigger than what he believed it to be. "There is collusion" he thought. McDonald knew that if this theory was true, Tigress and Major Stewart were in grave danger.



Elsewhere in an unknown location...Major Gavin Stewart paced the narrow confines of a dingy dungeon. The last thing Stewart remembered was conversing with Tigress over the radio when darkness swept over him. "At least Tigress knows where I am..She'll help me out of this" he thought. Little did he know that Tigress had fallen into to same trap that he had.




Elsewhere, Tigress opened her eyes as the heavy fog of unconsciousness slowly began to lift. "Uhhhhh.." she sighed as her head rolled from side to side to shake off the lingering fatigue in her curvaceous body. Her great breasts rose and fell slowly. Her nipples visibly hardened under the tiger pelt which covered them.




The Indian Adventuress tried to move but found her arms and legs to be as heavy as lead. Her sleepy, light brown eyes stared blankly at the dimly lit surroundings around her. "Uhhh..Where?..Where am I..?" Tigress gasped. "That is of no consequence!" a male voice declared.




The heroine looked up as a crimson cloaked and hooded figure hovered over her. His face was concealed behind a skull mask. " Who..Who are you?..Unnhh..What have..you.. done..to me..?..My breasts..they feel so weak..so tired..." Tigress gasped trying to keep her mysterious captor in sight.




"I am the Mahar..and you shall be subservient to my will!!" he declared. "Never..Will fight.. for justice...Will stop you.." Tigress quipped weakly. "None shall defy the will of the Mahar!!" the cult leader snarled and snapped his fingers.




Six women bearing clay jugs approached the Mahar and bowed towards him. "What is your desire Great One?" one of the women asked. "I have chosen Tigress to be mine..Prepare her!" the Mahar commanded as he turned on his heel and left. The women studied the busty heroine who lay before them and her fellow slaves. "The master has chosen well..We must do as he wishes" one said and the others nodded in agreement. Tigress could do nothing but stare helplessly as the female slaves encircled her in ritual-like fashion.




Diala watched with growing panic as they poured the liquid contained in the jugs they bore into clay bowls. A sickly, sweet smell from these bowls reached her nostrils. "Uhhh..What?..What are you doing?..That smell..So strong.." Tigress gasped as her eyes fluttered within the slits of her tiger pelt mask.




The women paid no attention to the Indian superwoman's complaints as they immersed their hands into the bowls. They slowly approached the helpless heroine from all sides. "What..What is happening?..I cannot move..No escape.." Tigress groaned as she struggled to stir her lead-heavy limbs into action.




Her light brown eyes darted nervously in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she saw the women's hands approaching her scantily-clad body. "No..No!..Stay..Stay away!" Tigress cried, unable to move her arms and legs to protect herself. She gasped in shock as her large, firm breasts were cupped by the hands of two female slaves. "Unnhhh!!!" Tigress groaned as one slave started to massage her right breast while the other slave went to work on her left breast.




"Unhh!..Unhh!..Unhh!" the heroine groaned as their fingers kneaded her dark brown skin and she felt the muscles of her broad chest beginning to relax. "Aahh..Aahhh..Ahhhh.." Tigress gasped as she felt their fingers trace the outline of the tiger pelt patches which which covered her hardened nipples.




Unable to move, Tigress watched as two more female slaves went to work on her long muscular legs. "What..What is happening?...I..I feel..so..weak..so sleepy....cannot stay awake.." she gasped as the dampened hands of the female slaves meticulously massaged the muscles of her thighs and calves.




Tigress' light brown eyes fluttered within the slits of her mask as the slaves rubbed every inch of her curvaceous body with the special oil that covered their hands. The oil was applied generously to all parts of the Indian superwoman's shapely body, especially her great breasts. "Muscles..So..relaxed..Tired..Becoming..so..tired...My breasts...They feel so weak...Many hands..Touching them..Fingers..arousing my nipples..Unhhhh..Urges..so strong...must resist..fight for justice.." Tigress sighed as she felt the slaves apply additional oil to her breasts.



" You cannot resist foolish woman!...You will surrender to the will of the Mahar..You have no choice.." one of the slaves stated as she massaged the oil into the heroine's broad chest.


"No! .... I..Iam Tigress..Champion..of justice...I..I cannot..be tamed...Strange feelings in my breasts..Unnnhhh..Nipples...so...hard...I..I am.. so confused..." Tigress gasped as the fingers of the female slaves glided over every inch of her oil-coated breasts and teased her nipples to full attention under the tiger pelt patches.



"Aauhhhh..." the Indian Adventuress groaned as another slave shoved her hand beneath her tiger pelt panties between her muscular thighs and her fingers slowly unravelled the tangled mass of thick, black pubic hair covering her sensitive spot. Her brown eyes fluttered within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as two slaves each took hold of one of her feet and massaged their soles. "No..Unnnhh..So confused..Hard to..think...So tired..." Tigress sighed as the slaves repeatedly planted kisses all over her bare feet.



Simultaneously, the heroine's great breasts were thoroughly massaged, soaking the oil into her tired muscles. Her breasts rose and fell slowly as her breathing gradually became slow and deep. Her light brown eyes grew increasingly dull and sleepy. The head slave nodded to her companions who stepped away, leaving her to fondle Tigress' oil covered breasts which shone with a distinctive lustre, similar to the rest of her curvaceous body.



" Touching..my breasts..It fills me with such pleasure..My breasts..never felt so peaceful..." Tigress sighed as she surrendered to the effects of the oil. "Be at peace female..The Mahar commands your breasts now..You are a slave to his every desire.." the head slave said as she massaged more of the exotic oil into the Indian Adventuress' great breasts. "Yes..My breasts..belong to the Mahar..I..I am..his slave..." Tigress replied sleepily as her ample chest rose and fell slowly with her relaxed breathing.




The head slave nodded to one of her companions while she slipped the tiger pelt patches off of Diala's massive mounds...revealing her puffy black nipples and areolas which were hard and erect. One of them immersed a bra into a bowl of the oil and brought it to the head slave. "Arise Tigress" the head slave beckoned. Pressing the palms of her hands against the stone slab upon which she lay, the busty hypnotised heroine sat up.



She was held upright by two slaves on either side of her. Another slave removed the oil-soaked bra from the bowl and slipped behind the sleepy Indian superwoman. The bra was slipped over the Tigress' head and the straps were pulled tight as the bra was fitted securely over her large, firm breasts. "Unnnnhhhh...I..I am tired..Sooo..tired..." Tigress confessed as she gazed into the eyes of the head slave.




"Come Tigress.." the Mahar awaits your presence.." the head slave said as she motioned towards a nearby door. "Yes..I go..to..the Master.." Tigress sighed as she slowly got to her feet. Her head bowed and her arms slack at her side, the Indian superwoman was escorted by the slaves to towards the Mahar's chambers.




In the privacy of his officer's quarters, Air Marshal Howard Huggins counted the pieces of gold in a leather pouch. "That meddling Tigress never suspected that she would be captured..It was all too easy" he grinned. "I would not say that sir!" Colonel Roger McDonald stated as he entered the room with his pistol drawn.




Huggins leapt to his feet in shock. Behind McDonald, two British MPs stood with their guns at the ready. "I should have known that the connection with the saboteurs was obvious..Tell me where they are Huggins!.." McDonald declared as he pulled back the hammer.




Major Gavin Stewart was roughly hauled from his cell by two Thugees and led down a dimly lit corridor. He shielded his eyes with his manacled hands as he was shoved into a room illuminated by several candles. "Welcome Major Stewart..I have been expecting you.." a voice boomed.




Stewart lowered his hands to see a crimson cloaked figure, his face concealed behind a skull mask, seated on a golden throne. "Who the devil are you?!" he quipped. "I am the Mahar!..Sworn enemy to the British imperialists who would take our lands!" the cult leader declared.




"You're nothing more than a common criminal!..Sabotaging our supply lines to aid the Japanese!!..but you won't succeed!!" Stewart growled. "Ah but I will.." the Mahar sneered as he gestured with his right hand. A pair of doors opened behind Stewart and he turned round to see Tigress escorted into the room by two female slaves and three armed Thugees.




"Come forth Tigress..." the Mahar beckoned. "Yes..Master..I will obey.." Tigress replied as she walked slowly past Stewart and towards the throne. "Tigress!..What's wrong with you?!..You've got to stop him!" Stewart yelled as two guards stopped him from rushing towards the Indian superwoman.




"Your words are futile Major..The woman is mine to possess..As soon shall be all of India!" the Mahar gloated as Tigress slowly climbed the stone steps towards the throne. His breath caught in his throat as Tigress stood inches away from him. Her arms at her sides, her legs slightly spread apart and her head bowed.




The cult leader rose to his feet and approached the sleepy Indian superwoman. "You are the slave of the Mahar..You shall serve his will.." he said. "Yes..Master..I..am yours...' Tigress replied. "Tigress!..No!!" Stewart yelled and received a rifle butt in his gut from Abdullah. "Silence infidel!!" Abdullah growled at the fallen officer.




The Mahar's right hand traced the space between the heroine's ample breasts. "Uhhhh..Master..You..weaken...me...Breasts..cannot resist..Man's touch..." Tigress sighed as her head rolled slowly from side to side. "You are beautiful...You shall serve me in my new kingdom.." the Mahar sneered as both of his hands cupped Tigress' great breasts. "Yes... Master...Yesss...Yessss..." she groaned with pleasure as his hands roamed freely over her broad chest.




Suddenly, the straps of the bra loosened during the Mahar's actions and the bra fell at his feet. "Ohhh..What?...Where?" Tigress gasped as her senses returned with the effect of a tidal wave. Spurred into action, the Indian superwoman seized the cult leader's wrists and flung him into two guards standing at the foot of the stone steps. Clearing her mind of thoughts of sex and sleep..Diala caused her nipples to soften and the tiger pelt patches magically covered them once more.



"Get away from him!!" Tigress snarled as she leapt towards the two Thugees standing over Stewart and sent them sprawling with a right roundhouse kick. She pulled the Major to the cover of some stone pillars as the Thugees opened fire with their pistols and rifles. "Kill them!!" the Mahar screamed as he staggered to his feet.




Tigress quickly snapped Stewart's manacles. "Thanks Tigress..I knew they could'nt tame you.." Stewart said gratefully. "I shall accept your thanks later Major Stewart..Right now..We have more pressing matters!" the heroine stated as they flattened themselves against the pillars as bullets whizzed by.




"They got us pinned down..Have'nt got a weapon..What can we do?" Stewart pondered. "I have an plan..Run for the doors when I give the signal..." Tigress told him. Stewart did not understand her logic but nodded in agreement. "Now Major!!" she cried as she turned round and placed her hands against the pillars. Stewart sprinted towards the doors.




With her legs spaced slightly apart, the Indian superwoman applied her great strength to the pillars. The towering structures buckled under the heroine's mighty power and started to crack at the foundations. With a final effort, Tigress sent the pillars tumbling towards her enemies. "The chamber!..It's falling in!..Run!!..Run!!" the Mahar cried as several chunks of the stone ceiling descended towards them. Abdullah cried out as one crushed him flat as he tried to escape.



"No! No! No!" the Mahar screamed in the midst of the melee as more stone chunks came crashing down. Tigress raced for the doors and leapt clear as the last of the stone ceiling sealed the Mahar's chamber and sent a cloud of dust rushing through the corridor. The Indian superwoman slowly raised herself up from the floor and gazed back at the sealed chamber.




"No one could have survived that...The Mahar's reign is ended.." she said placing her hands on her hips. Sensing movement behind her, Tigress whirled round in a fighting stance to see Major Gavin Stewart approaching her.




"Bloody good show Tigress!..I don't suspect those fiends shall be bothering us anymore.." he said as he admired her handiwork. "I had no desire to take lives Major..I do not understand much of what has happened.." Tigress replied.




Together they walked towards the entrance of the Mahar's hideout. "It seems the rest of the Mahar's followers have fled when they heard the commotion" Tigress stated as they emerged into the light. "I discovered a storage facility just short of the entrance..All the supplies on the cargo plane are there..Should be safe until help arrives..." the Major added.




Stewart glanced at the heroine's curvaceous body, which was covered in a light film of dust. "I reckon we could both use a bath.." he mused. Tigress glanced at Stewart's tattered and dirty uniform. "Yes..I believe..you are right Major..Come with me.." Tigress replied with a smile.




Taking his left hand in her right hand, the heroine led Stewart away from the old stone structure which was formerly the lair of the Mahar to a clear pool of fresh water nestled within a forest clearing. Without another word, Tigress dove into the cool waters to cleanse her herself of the grime of combat and captivity.


Stewart stripped off his shirt and shoes and followed her lead. Tigress broke through the surface of the water just in front of Stewart, water beads glistening off her dark brown skin. He gazed in awe as she ran her fingers through her thick, braided, black hair. She opened her light brown eyes to find him gazing into them.




"Major?...Is everything.." Tigress began but was interrupted as Stewart's lips were pressed against his own. She felt his arms wrap themselves about her curvy waist and her great breasts pressed against his upper torso. "Mmmmmmmm..." Tigress moaned as her eyes slowly closed within the slits of her tiger pelt mask and her body melded with Stewart's.


"Ahhh..Ahhh.." Tigress sighed and threw her head back as Stewart placed his hands on her shoulders and planted a string of kisses under her neck.



The Indian superwoman wrapped her arms around Stewart's neck and allowed him to carry her out of the water. He laid her gently on to the grassy bank and gently straddled her. Stewart's right hand reached for the heroine's ample chest and gently caressed her tiger-pelt covered nipples. "Unnnnhhhh..." Tigress sighed as she felt her nipples respond to the officer's touch.




"That feels so good Major...but..I've..been rendered unconscious too many times...I hardly wish for you to put me to sleep..." Tigress said as she grasped his right hand with her light hand. "Sorry Tigress..but..I.. think.. I'm falling in love with you..." Stewart said as his right hand caressed her left cheek.




"Major...Gavin...I..I do care for..you..but..My breasts cannot be touched by any man..It weakens me..forces me to sleep..I cannot allow it.." Tigress said as she gently pushed him off of her and stood up. "Yes..I suppose.." Stewart stated. Suddenly a thought struck him. "Miss Singh!...Colonel McDonald was afraid those felons had harmed her. With her back turned to him, Tigress smiled.




"Gavin...You need not fear about Diala Singh... She is safe..." she replied and walked off into the bushes. Major Stewart quickly got dressed and followed the Indian Adventuress to await the cavalry's arrival.




End.