Tigress of India in Return of the Mahar 2

Outside Bombay, India. 1940
2 pm.

British Army Intelligence Major Gavin Stewart arrived on at the location of the overturned truck with a contingent of British soldiers. He questioned the two surviving policemen about what happened. "We would not have lived were it not for the Tigress!" said one officer. "Tigress?! She was here?!" asked Gavin in surprise. She had saved his life several times and he suspected that she was attracted to him. "Yes..she took off after the bandits..that way" said the other officer..pointing towards the road.

Ordering one of the other soldiers to finish up things at the site.. Stewart leapt in his jeep and drove away. "If Tigress went after those felons by herself..She could be in real danger!" thought the officer. After driving for another fifteen minutes.. Gavin spotted the motionless body of the Tigress lying in the road in front of him. Stopping the jeep, the British officer grabbed a water-filled canteen and ran to the side of the unconscious Indian superwoman.

As he knelt beside her, Gavin instantly observed the usual lustre surrounding her naked brown breasts, the hardness of her dark brown nipples and smelt the aroma emanating from her massive chest. "For all that tiger strength..Chloroform always puts your lights out love..." Gavin said as he lightly stroked the centre of the Tigress' broad chest with his right hand. "Nnhhhh.." sighed Tigress in response but she remained unconscious.

Though she looked beautiful when she was asleep, Gavin knew that he could not allow her to stay that way. Opening the canteen, he slowly poured some water over the Tigress' great breasts. The results were instantaneous as the water washed off the chloroform and caused the heroine's hardened nipples to soften. "Uhhh...Gavin..Where?..What?" gasped Tigress gasped as her brown eyes opened in the slits of her mask ."I could ask you the same thing Tigress..This is hardly your typical morning.." remarked Gavin as he helped took her hands in his won and helped her to her feet.

"No..I got word of a gold shipment being robbed..came out here..to stop the bandits.." explained the heroine as she put her tiger pelt bra back on. "Then what happened?" asked Gavin asked...eager to hear more of her story as they walked back to his jeep. "I managed to stop some of the criminals..Some were escaping..I chased them after them..and was riding on one of their vehicles..I planned to swing through the passenger's side and force the car to stop..but as I did.. a criminal started to rub a cloth soaked in chloroform all over my breasts!..There was nothing I could do Gavin...I got sleepy so fast.. Passed out..nothing I could do..Everything else is a blur" replied Tigress as she passed her right hand through her black tresses.

Stewart's mind was filled with vivid images from the Tigress' explanations but he set them aside before speaking. "Well..the bandits you defeated at the crime scene have disappeared..but the good news is that they only stole about $2,000 worth of gold coins...I guess your intervention scared them off Tigress" said Gavin. "Perhaps but somehow...I do not believe those criminals were just after the gold.It does not explain the chloroform..the Nazis spread the word throughout India's criminal underworld about how vulnerable I am to chloroform...and how men touching my breasts makes me sleepy.." said the Tigress as she placed her hands on her hips.

"So what are you saying Tigress?" asked Gavin asked. "Whoever these criminals are..they have bigger plans in mind.. the gold was a diversion..they counted on me trying to stop them..and had chloroform ready for me when I came..We must find out who they are..and stop them before they can carry out their plans" replied Tigress replied. "I'll get right on the case..can I offer you ride back into the city?" Gavin asked. The broad chested crimefighter felt her dark brown nipples rise briefly under her bra as the thought of being so close to her man turned her on. " I appreciate the offer..but that will arouse suspicion..make you a target.." Tigress said as she started to walk away.

The British officer shrugged his shoulders and climbed into his jeep but the sound of the sexy Indian superwoman's voice caused him to pause before turning the ignition. "Thank you for washing off the chloroform from my breasts...that's the only good thing that's happened to me today..I know you would never take advantage of me when I'm unconscious.." said the Tigress said with a smile before dashing off. "Blimey ol boy..She does'nt miss a trick..even when her lights are out.." Gavin thought as he started up the jeep and headed back to the city.

Diverted with thoughts of the Tigress in front of him, in an arousing state of sleepy sexiness, Stewart was completely unprepared when two crimson clad minions of the mysterious criminal mastermind known as the Mahar grabbed him from the back seat of the jeep. One grabbed the wheel, the other wrapped a cloth soaked in chlororform around his face. One of the attackers jumped into the front seat and stepped on the brake. Stewart struggled, but with one Thugee holding his arms and the other keeping the cloth firmly over his nose and mouth, he was quickly overcome by the drug.

"Praise Naijb, he told us to watch and see who helps the Tigress. We have captured Stewart, the one the Tigress cares for," said one of the Thugees. "Yes, let's drive back to Naijb. Under the control of the candle of obedience, this Stewart will tell us about the gold and then can be made to tame the Tigress forever," answered the other, dreaming of the reward this catch would bring from the Mahar.

The crimson clad bandits returned, with the unconscious Stewart, to their secret hideout which was located in an abandoned mine shaft in the hills outside of Bombay. Their leader, a man wearing a skull mask and clad in flowing, gold-coloured robes awaited them on a throne in the centre of the mine. This was the mysterious criminal known as the Mahar and his crimson clad minions were his followers, the Thugees, known by the distinctive tattoos on their arms.

"The mission was successful Great One...Tigress intervened as you expected..She succumbed easily to the effects of the candle of obedience and chloroform..the woman's great breasts remain both her strength and weakness" declared Naijb..the head Thugee declared as he and his men bowed before the Mahar.

"Excellent!..For too long we have spent hiding from the British since the accursed Tigress destroyed out temple..It is good to know that she has not changed her stripes.." the Mahar declared as he stood up. "There is more Great One...the woman confessed to having feelings for a British officer..Major Gavin Stewart," said Najib, "and we have captured him. He will tell us about the gold and be useful in keeping the Tigress docile." The Mahar pondered on these words.

"The British gold can buy the arms we need from the Nazis..They will pay handsomely if we deliver the Tigress and her male companion. Treat the Major with the scent of the candles of obedience..He will will bring the Tigress to the Nazis! We must use this advantage!" he ordered his followers.


Bombay, India 1940.
8 pm

Clad in a black nightgown which accentuated the feminine features she sought to hide from her co-workers at British Intelligence headquarters, Diala Singh sipped a cup of tea in the privacy of her small apartment's living room. Her black hair was still tied atop her head and she wore her glasses. Setting down the cup, she started to peruse the reports from the previous day's robbery.

"If only I could remember what happened after those criminals knocked me out but I can't" fumed Diala. The only thing she was certain about was that as Tigress, she could not take them lightly. "They clearely know how to subdue me..but then again my breasts are the topic of conversation among all of India's criminals..Yet somehow..I have a feeling that.."she thought.

Suddenly,Diala's instincts kicked in as she sensed danger. "There is evil afoot..I must act.." said Diala and ran into her bedroom. Removing her glasses and her nightgown, Diala Singh reached into her wardrobe and pulled out the golden Tiger talisman belt from its hiding place therein. Slipping it around her waist, she was immediately transformed into her super sexy alter-ego..the Tigress of India. "These criminals will soon learn that I never fall into the same trap twice!" resolved the sexy Indian superwoman resolved as she slipped out of her bedroom window and off in search of her quarry.

The cool night air brushed against her amazingly muscular and sexily feminine body as she traversed the city's rooftops. Her long mane of black hair trailing in the breeze as she ran. Her big breasts bobbing in the confines of her tiger pelt bra with every stride made by her powerful legs and erotic bare feet.

The Tigress' instincts led her to the Bombay railway station. Leaping from a rooftop, she landed on the balls of her feet on the stoney ground amongst several parked boxcars. She moved slowly and silently between the boxcars. Her erotic bare feet making no sound over the stoney ground. Her great breasts rising and falling slowly as she walked through the darkened surroundings. "Strange..why would the criminals be here?" pondered the Tigress pondered as she searched for her quarry.

Suddenly, a strange scent wafted on the cool night air and reached the nostrils of the sexy Indian superwoman. Diala's eyes fluttered in the slits of her tigerprint mask as she felt her nipples shoot to attention under her tiger pelt bra. "Ooohhh..my nipples..becoming aroused...they harden..under my bra...thinking about Gavin...I..am..getting..so sleepy..." moaned Tigress as her muscular legs began to wobble and her temples began to throb.

Diala fought the urge to sleep but the strange scent made her increasingly tired with every passing second. Her eyelids drooped repeatedly in the slits of her tigerprint mask as she fought a losing battle to stay awake. Images began to blur and spin before her and more of the scent flooded her nostrils and saturated her lungs.

"Uunhh..nipples..are.. so hard..something making breasts..feel weak..want man's touch I..I cannot fight it..." moaned Tigress as her right hand pressed against her throbbing forehead while her left hand rested lightly in the space between her incredible cleavage. The beautiful Indian superwoman swayed drunkenly from side to side as the strange, but yet familiar scent, continued to wreak havoc on her senses and diminish her super strength.

Unable to stand, Tigress fell forward with her right shoulder making contact with the stony ground and she rolled over on to her back. Her brown eyes struggled to stay open within the slits of her tiger pelt mask and stared blankly at the star-filled skies overhead. Her long muscular legs spread apart below her curvy hips. Her erotic toes twitching as the sexy Indian superwoman struggled to stave off the overwhelming urge to sleep. The heroine's fabulous breasts, the outline of her nipples prominent under the tiger pelt bra, rising and falling slowly as fatigue set in.

"Ooohh..do not understand.. as if breasts..conspiring against me..I am..so tired..nipples so hard..can only think of man's touch..fallen into trap..no escape.. must..sleep...Gavin..help..Ooahhhhhh.." cooed the Tigress of India as her eyes slowly closed in the slits of her tiger pelt mask and unconsciousness overwhelmed her.

From behind a boxcar, Najib emerged with three other Thugees, all of them clad in their trademark crimson cloaks. Two Thugees carried the lighted red candles of obedience. "Excellent..the woman is unconscious..and she speaks of Stewart..Quickly remove her belt and take her out of sight..We must question her.." he commanded.

One Thugee removed the golden Tiger Talisman belt from around the sleeping heroine's curvy waist, tucked it into his waist and grabbed her under the arms. Another Thugee grabbed her ankles and together they carried her behind some nearby boxcars. The third Thugee followed, holding both candles while Najib made sure the coast was clear before joning them.

The sexy Indian superwoman was laid gently on the ground on her back and the lighted candles placed on either side of her head. "Uunh..strange scent..makes breasts weak..tired..so very tired.." confessed the Tigress as her eyes fluttered within the slits of her tiger pelt mask. Unable to move her arms and legs, her head rolled from side to side in a futile effort to resist the power of the candles of obedience.

Najib knelt beside the beautiful Indian superwoman and removed her skimpy tiger pelt bra to reveal her large, shapely breasts. "Not yet mighty Tigress...You must first answer some questions..You have no choice..You must obey.." sneered Najib as he fondled her dark brown nipples which were hard as rocks.

"Ooohhh..yes..man's touch..cannot fight it.. must obey..." sighed the Tigress dreamily.. oblivious to the fact that she would be revealing well-guarded British secrets to the forces of evil. At the same moment, Major Gavin Stewart was being conditioned by candles of obedience to take her virginity and remove the Tigress's powers, forever.

To be continued