Tigress of India in Return of the Mahar

Bombay, India. 1940.
Noon

It began as another typical day at British Intelligence headquarters. Secretary Diala Singh was busy typing up reports for her boss Colonel Roger McDonald. Wearing a drab blouse and long gray skirt..her black hair pulled back..wearing a pair of large glasses on her face...no one would ever guess this mousy secretary concealed a secret which she used to fight against evil and save innocent lives in India.

Diala paused her typing briefly as thoughts of the dashing Major Gavin Stewart..McDonald's top intelligence officer..entered her mind. She could feel her nipples harden under her blouse and had to mentally refrain herself from stroking her large breasts. The young secretary's daydreams of the handsome officer were interrupted when her her heightened sense of hearing kicked in and picked up a message being received by the radio room located down the hall way. A shipment of gold was being robbed on a road outside of the city.

"Looks like daydreaming and Colonel McDonald's reports will have to wait for a while.." resolved Diala as she got up from behind her desk and swiftly made her way down a stairwell and outside the building. The secretary quickly found a dark and isolated spot in a nearby alley

After making sure that she was alone..Diala reached into her purse and pulled out a golden belt..which had the head of a roaring tiger as its belt buckle.

As she fastened the golden belt around her shapely waist..there was a flash of golden light. When it faded...the mousy secretary had transformed into an ultra-athletic beauty with incredible powers. Gone were her drab clothing...replaced by a flimsy tiger pelt bikini which barely covered her brown voluptuous body that was both impressively muscular and sexily feminine. Her thick black hair became shiny as it cascaded from the top of her head on to her broad shoulders and reaching the middle of her back. The golden Tiger Talisman belt proudly entwined around her small, shapely waist.

She stood with her hands on either side of her curvy waist...her long muscular legs slightly apart..her sexy bare feet flat on the ground. A thin tiger pelt mask stretching across the upper part of her beautiful face to conceal the identity of Diala Singh..secretary..into that of the TIGRESS OF INDIA! "I was getting bored of paperwork...Time to go hunting!" declared the sexy Indian
superwoman.Stretching her well defined muscles and leaping like a cat, Tigress swiftly made her way across the rooftops of Bombay and out of the city.

Every muscle on her well defined body was fully accentuated as she ran and leapt from one building to another. Her great breasts bobbed as she moved...while her skimpy tigerskin bra..not much more than tigerprint patches which barely covered her fabulous dark brown nipples and areolas...struggled to keep them concealed from view as she moved. Moving at incredible speed..it took the space of mere minutes before...the beautiful Indian superwoman arrived on a rocky bluff overlooking the scene of the crime.

She squatted behind some rocks to avoid detection. Her tigerprint panty narrowing to highlight the space between her mighty thighs and her pear-shaped buttocks. Tigress watched as a pair of Indian policemen fought a hopeless gun battle from behind their overturned truck against by six crimson cloak-wearing men, who had taken refuge behind two cars. Three other officers lay dead on the ground between them. Sensing danger..the broad-chested heroine spotted five other cloak-wearing thugs sneaking their way along a nearby ledge.

"They are trying to get a vantage point..to ambush those policemen..I had better even the odds!" decided the Tigress and sprang into action. Running swiftly along the bluff, the mighty Superwoman of India was soon on a ledge over her unsuspecting quarry.She pounced on them, driving the balls of her sexy bare feet into the chest of the lead thug. He screamed as he fell off the ledge. Tigress took advantage of their confusion, smashing her left fist into the face of another thug and then delivering her right foot into the groin of another thug.

The commotion on the ledge, distracted the two Indian policemen and they spotted Tigress battling the felons. "It is the Tigress!..We are saved!" yelled one officer to his partner. However, their distraction with the efforts of the beauteous crimefighter proved costly as two other thugs managed to sneak up on them and render them senseless with gun butts to the back of their heads. "Quick grab the gold!!" yelled one thug. Tigress had just dispatched the last thug when she heard the squeal of car tires as the other thugs drove off with their loot.

She swiftly alighted to the ground and ran to one of the dazed officers. "Are you all right?..Are you hurt?" asked Tigress with concern as she knelt beside him. The officer could scarcely believe his luck at having the Tigress' famous cleavage mere inches from his face. "Uhhh..Yes.....Yes..I am fine..the gold!..They have stolen the gold!" stammered the policeman. "Not for long..Help will be here soon..I shall apprehend the criminals!" promised Tigress assured him and ran off swiftly in pursuit of the criminals.

The three criminals in the rear car were flabbergasted to see the sexy Indian superwoman closing in on foot towards them. The thug in the back of the car, levelled his machine gun and opened fire. With uncanny agility.. Tigress somersaulted to avoid the bullets which went screaming past her curvaceous body. Using her momentum to propel herself forward, the sexy Indian superwoman leapt towards the moving car..landing on the roof on the balls of her sexy bare feet.

The thug in the back seat..unwittingly leaned out of the window to see where the heroine had gone. "Bad mistake friend!" quipped Tigress quipped as she placed her hands flat on the roof of the car, locked her muscular legs around his waist and effortlessly flung him out on to the road. "Time to end this chase and find out who these criminals are" decided the Tigress as she maneuvred over to the passenger's side on the left of the moving car.

Unfortunately...the remaining two criminals in the car were one step ahead of the beautiful Indian superwoman. Her fabulous upper torso came into sight..her clawlike fingernails dug into the roof of the car to support her action as she attempted to enter the moving vehicle "I hear you have no resistance to this, female!!" sneered the thug in the passenger seat sneered. Diala's brown eyes widened with horror in the slits of her tigerprint mask as she could do nothing as the thug started to vigorously apply a thick, damp cloth over her massive chest.

"Oooahhh!!!.. Chloroform!!!..Being rubbed on to my breasts!!!..Starting to get sleepy!!!" cried the Tigress of India as she dangled helplessly from the moving car. Her long legs flailing in response to the erotic attack on her great breasts. Her confession caused the chloroform cloth wielding thug to redouble his efforts. "Unnhhh!!!..Ooahhhhh!!!!..Ooohhh!!!!!" moaned Tigress as he rubbed the cloth all over her big breasts, placing special emphasis on their summits.

The outline of the heroine's rapidly hardening dark brown nipples soon becoming visible under the skimpy tigerprint bra. Her long black hair swayed in the breeze as her head rolled from side to side, desperately trying to resist the substance which criminals used to tame her breasts into submission. "Unnnnhhh..Did not expect..to get my breasts chloroformed today...can't fight...chloroform...becoming so sleepy.." complained the sexy Indian superwoman to her enemies as she struggled to stay conscious and hold on.

"Enough of this..Get rid of the woman!" growled the thug driving the car. The thug in the passenger seat poured chloroform from a dark brown bottle into another thick white cloth. "This one is for the road Tigress...!" he sneered and secured it in the centre of her bra, in the valley between her large breasts. "Oohhhhhh!!!..You fiend!..Chloroform fumes..from the cloth..they are making my nipples..so dizzy..I cannot..cannot..Uhhhh.." groaned the Tigress as she lost her grip and went tumbling on to the dirt road. Her curvaceous body rolled several times before she came to rest on her back.

"Cannot..let criminals escape..must remove chloroform cloth from my bra..then my strength..will return.." Tigress gasped as she used her left hand to raise her body off the ground and her right hand reached to remove the anaesthetic-soaked cloth which was lodged in her bra. However luck had clearly deserted the sexy Indian superwoman as the thugs..stopped the car moved in quickly to finish her off. They pounced upon the Tigress..easily wrestling her to the ground in her weakened and sleepy state.

Tigress was no match for them as one thug applied the full weight of his body. His knees pinned her arms arms to the ground above her head. The broad chested heroine could only stare in anger as the second thug removed her skimpy tiger pelt bra and pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth firmly over the top of her right breast. "Oooahhhhhh..My nipples..control..flow of tiger strength..through my breasts..my entire body...they must not be touched.." moaned the Tigress.. unwittingly giving her enemy a powerful advantage.

The thug removed the pad and planted it over the top of her left breast. "No!!..Unnnhh!!!" protested the Tigress protested.. writhing helplessly in the grips of her enemies. The thug holding the cloth..dabbed it in turn over the dark brown nipples of each of the Indian superwoman's huge brown breasts.."No!!!..Stop!!!..Unnnn!!!..Aaaahh!!!!..Ooooooo!!!!" moaned the Tigress as she struggled furiously to escape the chloroform cloth.

Her long muscular legs kicked furiously for a few minutes before the effects of the powerful sleep drug sunk in and they legs lost their strength and slightly parted under her curvy waist. The mighty Tigress of India was now totally helpless and only able to gaze at her enemy through sleep-laden eyes as his fingers caressed her hard dark brown nipples. "Ooohhh..a simple robbery..should have you criminals.. in custody..now..you are taunting me.. my nipples..so ticklish..but only Gavin has permission..to touch them.." quipped the sleepy Tigress .

The thug made no reply but spread her sensuous legs open wide and ran the pad on the soft flesh of her thighs and then under her panty, rubbing her most sensitive spot. "Ooahhh..finishing me off..wait..this..no robbery..a ruse..to flush me out..criminals came ready with chloroform.. chloroform and men touching my breasts..make me so weak..going to sleep...Gavin..help..they have defeated me..Ooohhhh.." cooed the Tigress.

"You are right, woman, and now to tame you for good..." said the thug, who took a red candle out of his pocket and set it on the ground, right beside the Tigress's beautiful face. He lit the wick and puffs of smoke wafted across her head. "Uhhhh...Strange scent..make me feel so weak ..breasts tingle..want man's touch...I am..so sleepy..." confessed the Tigress. Her eyes closed and her head rolled to the right as the thug, smling at how the Tigress had reacted to the candle, continued to rub the cloth under her tigerprint briefs.

"Breathe in the enchanted scent of obedience, Tigress...breathe deep..and listen," he said continuing to stroke under her briefs. The Tigress' eyes opened wide in the slits of her mask and she looked at him. "Yes..I listen.." whispered the captured Indian superwoman in a soft voice.. her body and mind yelding to his touch. "How do we remove your power forever, mighty Tigress?" asked the thug. "Helpless. when men..touch my breasts..remove..my Tiger Belt...it gives me..my strength...will be powerless.." confessed the heroine.

The scent of the candle overwhelmed her. "When you smell this again you will become weak and tell all you know about the British..all you know about the gold shipments," said the thug slowly. "Yes...I will..do..as..you say.." sighed Tigress. The thug then clamped the chloroform cloth firmly over the heroine's nose and mouth. "Excellent..Now forget but obey..Sleep..sleep.." ordered the thug. "Hmmmm...Hmmmm.." cooed the Tigress of India into the cloth as her eyelids became heavy..her brown eyes rolled up in the slits of her mask..then slowly closed.

Her dark brown nipples and areolas gleaming with a hazy aura from the chloroform..the mighty Tigress of India had been tamed into submision and now lay in a deep sleep.The thug discarded the cloth, picked up the candle, and made his departure, leaving the topless Indian superwoman unconscious on the road.

"It worked as we planned, the super bitch knows about British plans.. she will help us get more of the English gold," gloated the thug to the driver..who was waiting in the car nearby. They saw the other thug who Tigress had thrown out of the car hobbling up to join them. "Once we get as much as we can.. we will remove her power forever." added the driver. The three thugs got into the car drove off laughing..leaving the beauteous Tigress of India..lying defeated and asleep in the road...unaware of the magnitude of her defeat.

To be continued