Tigress of India in Return of the Mahar 3

Bombay Railway station.
India 1940.
11 pm

"Very good...You have no choice but to tell us what we want to know.." sneered Najib sneered as he continued to fondle the Tigress' hard dark brown nipples. Overwhelmed by the scent from the candles of obedience on either side of her head and Najib's skilled manipulation of her great breasts, the sexy Indian superwoman was powerless to resist.

"Ooohh..My breasts..I feel...so sleepy..I..must obey.." sighed Tigress. Her arms lay limp at her sides and her long muscular legs were spread apart beneath her curvy waist. "Tell me when is the next gold shipment.." Najib commanded. "Noon...two days from now..gold will be going by train..Bombay to New Delhi...many British soldiers on train to guard it..."confessed the Tigress sleepily. "Who will be in charge?" Najib asked. "Major Gavin Stewart.." replied Tigress. Najib smiled knowing that his comrades were simultaneously working on the British officer. "When Stewart touches your breasts, Tigress, you will not resist your deepest desires," ordered Najib.

"Ooahhh..so tired..breasts so weak..need..to sleep.." confessed the beautiful Indian superwoman..before nodding yes..her face drowsy. "Do not sleep yet mighty Tigress..Tell me how do you know these things?" asked Najib asked. "Work..for British Intelligence..as secretary..when I'm not..Tigress.." confessed the sleepy heroine. "Tell me your name..Tell me your true identity!" demanded Najib. "No..must not tell..lives at stake.." cooed the Tigress as she fought to resist the candles' scent. Before Najib could continue his questioning, one of the other Thugees signalled to him. "Two sentries approaching.." he whispered. Najib quickly soaked a thick cotton pad in chloroform and clamped it over the heroine's nose and mouth.

"Sleep Tigress..Forget..and sleep.." he whispered. "Mmmmm..Mmmmm.." moaned the Tigress into the pad. Her brown eyes fluttered and slowly closed in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as the chloroform sent her hurtling into unconsciousness. "Put the woman's belt back on..The scent from the candles will keep her asleep long enough for us to escape..We have all that we need..' Najib said. The Thugees did as they were ordered and followed Najib into the darkness. Within minutes of their departure, the powers of the Tiger talisman caused Diala's hardened nipples to soften and she stirred.

"Oohhh..What happened?..Feel so dizzy...My bra has been removed..Someone knocked me out?...I cannot remember.." moaned Tigress. Her keen senses soon kicked in and warned her of the approaching guards. "Have to get back home..Figure this thing out," resolved Tigress as she hastily donned her bra..leapt to the safety of a nearby rooftop and made her way back towards the apartment of her alter-ego..Diala Singh.

Meanwhile at the Thugees hideout, Gavin Stewart's conditioning was easier as he capitulated quicker than than the beautiful Indian superwoman. The Mahar himself conducted the process. "You care deeply for the Tigress?" he asked as he circled Stewart who lay bound atop a stone slab. Two red candles of obedience burning on either side of his head. "Yes...admire her..she fights for right and justice..she is..a beautiful woman.." Gavin moaned.

"You wish to make her yours Major?" the Mahar sneered. "Yes..but I can't.." Gavin gasped. "What if I tell you..I grant your wish..make the Tigress yours..forever.." the Mahar asked. "What..do I have.. to do..?" Gavin replied as he stared sleepily at the skull-faced mask of his captor. The Mahar revealed a small black bottle from under his gold-coloured robes. "In this bottle is a liquid that will tame the Tigress forever..We know that she cares for you..You must apply this to her breasts..It will make her weak and subservient to your will..Major Stewart.." he explained. "Yes..will do as you command.." Gavin replied. "Excellent..Now sleep!" the Mahar said and a Thugee covered the British officer's face with a cloth soaked in chloroform. Gavin Stewart was rendered unconscious in seconds.

"Take him back to the city.. He will remember nothing. Najib should have dealt with the Tigress and be on his way back...We shall prepare to rob the gold shipment and then turn Tigress and Stewart over to the Nazis who will pay handsomely for them..They have no idea of the danger they have placed themselves in." the Mahar laughed.


Bombay Railway Station. Noon.
Two days later

Diala Singh stood beside Colonel Roger McDonald as they watched a group of British soldiers load several chests laden with gold bars aboard a special locomotive that would transport them to New Delhi. Clad in a baggy cream-coloured blouse and a matching long skirt, her black hair tied into a tight bun, Diala adjusted her glasses as she saw Major Gavin Stewart alight from the passenger car and approach them. Though she felt a rush of warmth in her large breasts as Gavin approached, she could not shake a strange feeling she had that something evil was about to happen.

"All the gold is loaded aboard the train sir..We're just about ready to shove off!" said Gavin. "Good luck Major..I know you will get the job done" replied McDonald said with a salute. "Thank you sir" Gavin replied with a salute of his own. "I'll see you soon Diala.." Gavin said with a warm smile and a tip of his hat before stepping on to the passenger car. The flood of emotions through her mind and heat through her body, left Diala speechless. She was snapped out of her stupor by the sound of the train whistle and the engine pulling out of the station.

"Well..I'm going back to the office..Lots of paper work..Miss Singh can I offer you a ride back?" McDonald asked. "Uh..No thank you Colonel...I have some personal things to take care off.." Dialia replied. "All right then..I suppose you can take the rest of the day off. No real pressing matters anyway" McDonald said as he got into his car and drove away.

Diala silently thanked him as she made her way, through the crowded platform and towards a nearby, deserted alley way. "Colonel MCDonald has just given me the excuse I need to get out of these confining clothes and into something more comfortable" the mousy secretary said as she removed her glasses and put on her Tiger talisman belt.

Diala Singh was immediately transformed into the amazing Tigress. Her drab attire was replaced a tiger pelt bikini barely covering a voluptuous body that was both impressively muscular and sexily feminine. Her thick black hair cascading on to her naked shoulders and reaching the centre of her back. "I had better follow that train..Gavin and the gold will need my protection" declared Tigress. With uncanny agility, she leapt towards a nearby rooftop and set off in pursuit of the train.

Major Gavin Stewart stretched his limbs as he gazed out window of the passenger car. The train had been one hour into its journey and it was very uneventful. Gavin knew the gold was safe with a group of ten British soldiers in the armoured boxcar to the rear of the train. Another five were in the passenger car with him. However Gavin's mind was not on the mission at hand. He could not keep images of the beauteous Tigress out of his mind. Especially thoughts of her fabulous breasts lying open to him while the sexy Indian superwoman was unconscious. The rational part of Gavin's mind knew he should not entertain those kinds of thoughts about the Tigress but he could not help himself. "Who are you Tigress? Who is the woman behind the mask?" he wondered.

At that moment, Gavin's mind wandered back to an incident months ago at Diala Singh's apartment in Bombay. He had gone there to have dinner with her but found himself in the clutches of Nazi agents when Diala retired to the bedroom. Tigress had somehow known he was in danger and came to rescue him. Gavin also remembered that the Nazis had come prepared for the beautiful Indian superwoman and for--d him to drug her into unconsciousness.

Her pleas echoed through her head as he remembered rubbing a chloroform-soaked pad all over her awesome cleavage."Ahhh...can't fight...chloroform...becoming so sleepy...Stewart's touch is so powerful...think of nothing but sex and sleep...can not resist." Diala's absence and Tigress' arrival weighed heavily in his mind. "No..it couldn't be..Could it?" Gavin pondered. He rubbed a small bottle in his pocket. For some reason he was carrying it with him, but he didn't know why. It was all very strange.

Before Gavin could think much more about the Tigress, the train suddenly lurched to a stop. "This isn't a scheduled stop," he said to the soliders around him. "Get out and take a look, I suspect trouble," ordered Stewart. As soon the the soliders stepped outside they were greeted with a hail of bullets. An army of Thugees, garbed in their destinctive red robes, had surrounded the train, which couldn't move because the rails had been broken. "We are under fire, pinned down up front," said Stewart. No doubt there are even more of the enemy down around the box car." Stewart was right -- a ferocious battle was taking place, with dozens of the Thugees blasting away with machine guns, determined to get the gold.

Suddenly.. Najib saw the Tigress appear from the rear of the train, moving like lightning into the underbrush, ambushing his men with amazing speed. "She is a demon," said an angry Thugee next to him, watching Diala single-handedly kick the machine guns out of the hands of two men. All the muscles in her body were stretched taut -- she moved like a jungle cat. "With her power, the British will beat us," he said, looking at Najib with frightened eyes. "You and the Mahar were to tame her and sell her to the Germans."

"You have so little faith in me and the great Mahar," smiled Najib, who looked on calmly as the beautiful Indian heroine kicked several men into unconsciousness. The Thugees didn't know who to fight: the British or the female hurricane that was wiping them off the field of battle.

The Tigress turned and saw that Major Stewart was under heavy fire. She swiftly moved closer to the front of the train. "Reinforce the rear car forces, go through the train, I will be there soon," ordered Stewart, sending the five men away while firing out of the window to give them cover. Najib watched carefully and flicked his arm, a prearranged signal to a small cadre of Thugees. Once the Tigress had entered the train car they were to seal the exits. She must not have a chance to escape the trap!

Seeing that Stewart was alone, fearful that he would be hurt if she didn't protect him, the Tigress made an amazing leap, landing near the door of the car. "Major, join the other men, you cannot hold them off alone!," she cried. Suddenly Diala heard the Major fall to the ground. "Are you all right..Gavin?" she shouted, entering the car and seeing Stewart lying, face up, on the floor. The Thugees moved into position, barring the doors to the front and back of the car. Najib signaled for the rest of his troops to concentrate on the box car and the gold. The Tigress would be rendered harmless by her own lust.

"Are you all right?" asked the Tigress tenderly, bending over Stewart, her ample cleavage hanging over his face, her shapely legs bent. "Must have you..tame your mighty breasts," said Gavin, who opened his eyes. One arm thrusted a pad, soaked in the lotion from the Mahar's bottle, between Diala's cleavaage. His other arm circled the Tigress's waist tightly, pulling her over. Surprised, dazed by the tingling of her chest, the Tigress tried to make sense of what was happening. "Gavin..don't do this..you will make me weak..the Thugees will take the gold..Unnnnhhh.." pleaded the beautiful Indian superwoman as Stewart stroked her breasts with the pad, the lotion making them feel heavy and sleepy. "I must take you..when your breasts are mine..you will be mine," he said mechanically.

Her arms and legs flailed on the ground. Stewart's hold was growing stronger by the second, so the Tigress had no option but to fight. "I must be a virgin to have super power..must not let you tame me..breasts losing strength..must escape," gasped the Tigress..using all her strength to push Gavin away. She got to her feet, wobbling and weak, her hand rubbing her forehead, trying to clear her mind of erotic images, struggling to keep awake. "Must get out of here," she thought, heading to the rear door. But the Thugees had bolted it shut, and she hadn't the strength to pull it open. "A trap," she thought, "they must have somehow put Gavin under their control."

She was about to break though a window when Stewart, grabbing the Tigress by the ankles..sending her crashing, face down. Her breasts slammed hard against the floor, stunning her. "Unnnnhhhh" groaned Tigress. "You must only think sleep and sex, sleep and sex...then I take you," said Gavin.. pouring more of the lotion into the cloth and running it up and down the soft flesh inside the Tigress's thighs. "I can feel you becoming sleepier and sleepier,"boasted Gavin..with a note of triumph, stroking the cloth up and down her legs, which were trying to kick free.

"Oooohhh...Gavin is right...my head..beginning to wobble...everything becoming fuzzy...cannot stop thinking..about having sex..with Gavin..touching my breasts...must fight..must resist..." thought Tigress as her will to resist was disappearing. "Stop Gavin..you will take my powers..when my body only yearns for man's touch," cooed the heroine.. feeling helpless. She tried to get to her knees, but each time Stewart grabbed her ankles and pulled them toward him, sending her crashing down again. He held her arms with one hand and redoubled caressing her legs with the other, her feet writhing as the energy drained out of them.

Seeing that the Tigress was becoming docile, he grabbed the back of her tiger briefs so that her sex was outlined tightly against the fabric: he slowly rubbed the cloth over her crotch. Waves of pleasure seethed through her body...she tried to hold her legs together, to wiggle free of his grip, but it was useless. Her dark brown nipples were hard as rocks, rubbing against the floor..her mind was so sleepy...so eager for man's touch. Her powerful legs became soft and helpless. Once he saw her limbs become still, Gavin knew she would no longer be able to get to her feet. He parted her legs so he could soak her tiger print panties with the lotion.

He turned her over on her back. The Tigress's eyes blinked behind the slits of her mask. Her gorgeous face looked dreamy, unfocused. "Now to control breasts..and you." said Gavin.. under the influence of the candles of obedience. He removed the golden Tiger talisman from around her curvy waist. "No.."groaned the Tigress, seeing her last chance to escape gone, "now I will be tamed..willl ive for man's touch." Slowly Stewart poured more of the lotion into the cloth and removed the tiger pelt bikini top and carefully rubbed one massive breast and then the other, covering every inch with the Mahar's lotion. He bent down and slid his tongue around her nipples, arousing them even more.

"Uhhhhhhh..Oooooh....Uuuhhhh....Oooooahh," moaned the Tigress, filled with burst after burst of carnal pleasure. She no longer knew where she was, only that the man she loved was absorbing the great strength from her breasts, and that it felt good.. so good. "I..want man's touch..your touch..no longer can fight..you trap me good..breasts will be yours..to command," moaned Tigress. Stewart smiled for the first time.

Without the help of the Tigress and Major Stewart, the British troops in the box car had surrendered to the crimson-robed enemy. The Thugees were removing the gold into waiting cars. Nabjib and the Thugee who had despaired earlier were in the front of the train, peeking, from time to time, through the opened car door. They saw the Tigress rendered weak and helpless, her body stretched on the floor, Stewart stroking her breasts into submission.

"Once the infidel takes her the great Tigress will be a kitten.." said Najib...sneering as Stewart applied the last of the lotion to the cloth and pressed it firmly into Diala's face. "The lotion is the candle of obedience in liquid form. Once she is taken, we will keep her sleepy and command Stewart to take her again and again, to make sure her powers do not return. We will destroy the Tiger Talisman and sell her and the infidel to the Nazis. Thus the enemies of the Mahar are humiliated and defeated!" declared Najib.The Thugee got on his knees and kissed Najib's feet. They turned their attention to watching the gold being loaded.

Holding the Tigress's head steady, Stewart pressed the cloth, soaked in the last of the Mahar's lotion, over her nose and mouth. "Breathe deep Tigress..and.. obey..obey," he said, as he continued to stroke her breasts with his other hand, especially her hardened nipples. She tried to move her head away from the sweet smell, but she was too woozy. Soon the Tigress had no choice but to take full breaths, her head becoming lighter and lighter. "I obey..now..no fight..Gavin..you command breasts," cooed the Tigress softly...her dark brown nipples hard as rocks after he removed the cloth.

"You can't stop me..this time..I will take you, beautiful Tigress," said Stewart, stroking her taut belly and caressing her breasts as he unbuttoned his pants. Her flesh was soft but strong, the muscles of her thighs cool to the touch. "Remove the rest of your costume," Stewart commanded. "Yes..sweetheart..breasts will give..you pleasure," responded the Tigress, dizzy with desire for her man. She quickly removed her tiger pelt briefs, letting Stewart stare at her thatch of thick black pubic hair. He reached out and stroked it, making her moan and wiggle with pleasure.

"Now your mask," said Stewart, wanting to see the face of his beautiful possession. She removed her tigerprint mask. Stewart flinched at the sight and backed away, puzzled. "You are Diala Singh, not Tigress, must possess the Tigress," he said in confusion. The Mahar had created a perfect trap for the Indian superwomans, with one fatal flaw. The candles of obedience had conditioned Stewart to take the Tigress, not her alter ego.

"Yes, without my power I am Diala Singh, the secretary who cares for you," said the Tigress, drawing on her last bit of will power to take advantage of Stewart's indecision. Diala reached out for the golden Tiger Tailisman glowing by her side, feeling an immediate infusion of power. "Must stop Thugees, not lose super powers before destroying Nazis and Mahar," she said. "I am sorry Gavin, but I must do this to save us both." Bending her legs, she drove them into Stewart's stomach, sending him flying across the floor. He landed with a thump, unconscious.

"Don't have all my strength.. breasts still so weak..he drained power..so sleepy..Tiger Goddess, help me to defeat this evil," the Tigress said slowly as she got, unsteadily, to her feet. She put her costume and mask back on and, seeing Najib standing outside the door, came up with a plan. A moment later, the buxom brunette beauty walked out of the car and spoke to Najib and the other Thugee as if she was hypnotized.

"I am weak..tell me what you want me to do," Diala said, a far-away look in her eyes. "Looks like you were too much for Stewart," laughed Najib looking over her shoulder, "the Britisher is asleep. He was not enough man for you.""Yes," said the Tigress, "I live for pleasure now, only for man's touch." Najib signaled to the other Thugee, who was pouring chloroform from a brown bottle into a thick pad. "We must bring you and your inept lover to the Nazis," said Najib, "do not fight us..you must sleep." "Yes..must obey," said the Tigress.

But before the Thugee covered Diala's nose and mouth with the pad, she slashed out, her elbow crushing his windpipe as she send him flying into the side of the train. She then put her hands around Najib's neck and pressed hard. "Thugees..listen to me..if you do not release the British troops and return the gold..I will kill your leader!," she shouted. "No..Kill her..Do not listen!," Najib managed to blurt out. But his men handed their guns to the British and surrendered

"How did you escape the Mahar's trap?" Najib said as he watched his men return the gold at the point of British guns. "Like all evil men you understimate the power of women!," said the Tigress before letting a solidier take the villian into custody. "I have captured you," she called after him, "next it will be the Mahar.. there is nowhere he can hide from the wrath of the Tigress." She then remembered the Major. A military doctor was standing by a shaken Stewart in the train car, saying "he will be all right, just a thump on the head." "Tigress, I don't remember what happened, only that somehow you were involved," said the Major...bewildered, a white bandage on his head. The Mahar's spell was gone and so was the memory of Stewart's methodical attempt to sexually enslave the Tigress.

"I will tell you some other time Gavin," Diala whispered in his ear, relieved that he remembered nothing. Then, with a sly look on her face, the gorgeous super woman said to him softly, "what almost happened today will happen, I promise, but only when the Mahar and the Nazis are driven from India." Stewart shook his head in wonder -- what was the Tigress talking about?

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