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Tigress of India in Queen of the Ring 3 Bombay, India 1940. 11 pm. "Uuhuuhh..Uuhnnn.." moaned the Tigress as she lay atop a bed in a dingy flat in the seedy section of the city. Pillowed by her thick mane of long, glossy black hair, the gorgeous Indian superwoman rolled her head from side to side in an effort to clear the cobwebs from her fatigued brain. After escaping an earlier trap at an old rum distillery, she had managed to track down two of her would-be captors to their home. While she had been successful in subduing them.. Tigress made a fatal error in ignoring the two female prostitutes who had been in the company of the criminal thugs Santokie and Gopal. They turned out to be hired assassins who successfully managed to knock her out using the dreaded sleep liquid called chloroform on her famous breasts. Once the Indian superheroine was out for the count, the female assassins Sasa and Soomi, murdered Santokie and Gopal and left a bomb in the flat to destroy all evidence of their crime..including the celebrated Tigress of India. Though her big breasts were coated by the powerful sleep drug and her dark brown nipples were as hard as diamonds, the sound of the ticking time bomb filtered into her sub-conscious. "Oohh..criminals..have left bomb..breasts so tired..urge to sleep so powerful..must resist..have to escape.." moaned Tigress as her light brown eyes flickered in the slits of her tiger skin mask. Her golden tiger belt lay beside her curvaceous body and the shiny tiger emblem on the buckle glowed intensely,warning her of danger. Sensing its presence, Tigress reached for it with her left hand and once her fingers curled around the golden belt, she felt her hardened nipples begin to soften as its power purged the weakening effects of the chloroform from her awesome chest and her head. The beautiful Indian superwoman leapt to her feet, quickly donned her belt and her thin tiger skin bra. Her long, muscled legs made long strides as she ran towards the window and leapt clear as the flat was consumed by a huge explosion. Every muscle in the Tigress' voluptuous body, that was impressively muscular and sexily feminine, accentuated as she somersaulted through the air and landed on the balls of her feet on a nearby rooftop. Tigress stood up and watched as fire consumed the wooden flat and people down below hastily formed a bucket brigade to contain the fire. In the distance, she heard the sound of an approaching fire engine. "Breasts still sleepy from the chloroform..Criminals have tried to put me to sleep twice tonight..I must go home..think things through.." said Tigress and made her departure. Amongst the crowd that had gathered to see what was happening were the assassins, Sasa and Soomi. They had seen the curvaceous silhouette of the Tigress as she left the scene. "The bitch is a tough one..she said the chloroform would have kept her big breasts in la la land.." remarked Soomi. "Forget about it..We did our bit..We better check in with the Boss..He will have more sleepy surprises in store for the Tigress.." grinned Sasa and they made their way towards a waiting car. Moving slightly unsteadily but swiftly over the rooftops of Bombay, the Tigress of India made her way unnoticed into the small apartment of her mousy alter-ego, secretary Diala Singh. Removing her golden belt, an aura of light surrounded the sexy Indian superwoman and she changed back into Diala Singh. Diala picked up a loose black robe which was draped across a chair and padded barefoot into her bedroom. She placed her golden belt in a hidden compartment in the back of her closet and walked into her bathroom. Her robe slipped to the floor as she stepped into the shower. "Ahhhh.." sighed Diala as the warm soothing water ran off her huge breasts, down her toned abdomen and long legs. Her mane of glossy black hair rested on her naked shoulders. All of the remaining chloroform on her amazing chest was removed by the water. Turning off the water, Diala stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a large white towel. Dispensing with the towel, Diala strolled sexily towards her bed and slipped under the covers. Her entire body was totally relaxed. "Oohhh..that feels good..chloroform gone..but cannot remember what happened..will do more investigating at work tomorrow..Tigress will stop arsonists.." resolved Diala as her head rested on her pillow. Unable to keep her light brown eyes open, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Meanwhile at the Bombay home of Kaal Cassimir, the wealthy merchant paid Sasa and Soomi their dues. "Excellent work..from what you tell me..Tigress was just as surprised as my late employees Santokie and Gopal.." grinned Cassimir as he poured himself a drink. "Yeah..the Tiger Bimbo was out like a light once we used the chloroform on her big boobs..she says its a sure way to make her sleep..plus take away her belt..and she's got normal strength.." replied Soomi. "Excellent!..with what I know about the woman's friendship with young Dhanny Balkie, ties to Major Gavin Stewart and weak spot for the city's orphans..I shall come up with the perfect trap for the Tigress..and she will make me a very wealthy man.." declared Cassimir. One week later. The wave of arson attacks in the city had mysteriously come to an end and a new buzz was going through Bombay in the form of a towering, bald-headed, herculean-built boxer named "The Brawler". Posters of him was plastered all over the city. Managed by American boxing promoter Duke Dugan, the Brawler was reputed as the best fighter in all of India and was undefeated against several local boxers. Boxing was a popular sport in India during the war and hundreds paid to witness the slugfests. As she arrived at work at British Intelligence headquarters one morning, Diala Singh noticed several officers involved in an intense conversation in the coffee shop. The subject of their conversation seemed to be the daily paper but she paid no attention to it. However when she reached her desk, a copy of the paper was there and Diala's light brown eyes widened behind her large glasses as the reason for the officers' conversation became clear. Dugan was challenging Tigress to an exhibition boxing match with the Brawler with the proceeds going to the city's orphans. Setting down her purse, Diala picked up the newspaper and read the article outlining Dugan's challenge to her super-powered, sexy alter-ego. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. The secretary looked up to see Major Gavin Stewart and her boss, Colonel Roger McDonald approaching. "Are you certain about this Colonel?" asked Gavin. "Quite certain Major..the top brass in New Delhi tonight for a briefing on a new criminal..calls himself the Trader..deals in several black market commodities.." said McDonald as they entered his outer office. Both men said good morning to Diala and then went behind closed doors for their meeting. Though Diala could have used her super hearing to eavesdrop on their meeting, her attention was captured by the public challenge issued by Duke Dugan to the Tigress. The address of Dugan's boxing gym in Bombay was given in the newspaper. Thoughts of Tigress' new friend Dhanny entered her mind and Diala knew that the children of the Holy Trinity Orphanage would greatly benefit from the proceeds of the boxing match once she defeated the Brawler. "After work, I will change into Tigress and go to see this Duke Dugan.." said Diala and went back to her work. Dugan's Boxing Gym, Bombay. 8 pm The atmosphere inside the old and dingy gym was filled with the stench of sweat, testosterone and the sounds of male grunts filled the gym as the boxers owned by American promoter extraordinare Duke Dugan went through their paces for their upcoming bouts. The gym's old iron doors flew open with a metallic clang and all activity stopped. The stunned boxers turned their heads to see a shapely silhouette standing in the doorway. Boldly and bravely, the Tigress of India strolled into the gym. Her impressively muscular and sexily feminine body, barely contained in a skimpy tiger skin bikini raised the body temperature of every pugilist in the room. All of them wondering what it would like to touch her incredibly volutuptuous body, especially the massive mounds of her chest. They were shaken out of their stupor by the booming voice of Duke Dugan. "All right ya mugs!..Break time's over!..Get back to work!" barked the stocky red-headed American as he emerged from his office, a cigar tightly clenched between his yellowing teeth. He too absorbed the view which the beautiful Indian superwoman offered him. She was a magnificent female animal from her long glossy black mane of hair to her erotic bare feet. Cassimir was right, the Tigress of India was indeed a prized catch. "Mr Dugan..I understand that you have invited me to face your champion in an exhibition match to benefit the orphans of Bombay..I wish to discuss this with you.." said Diala,her hands on her curvy hips and her long, muscular legs slightly apart. "Sure thing Tigress..Let's talk.." offered Dugan and led the sexy Indian Adventuress towards his office. Once inside, Dugan closed the door and sat down behind his desk. "Really swell of you to accept the challenge to fight the Brawler.. I read about how you got the Nazis on the ropes here Tigress..you're a big hit back in the States.." remarked Dugan. "I am a very busy superheroine Mr Dugan..but I will participate in your boxing match..and I agree to abide by all of the rules.." said Tigress as she stood in front of the boxing promoter. "Ok..well because you got super powers..you gotta tone it down so's you don't harm the Brawler..also no kicking..just hands..and you'll have a trainer I select during the fight.." said Dugan. "I can do that..but I will not remove my mask..my identity must remain secret if I am to fight against the forces of evil..and I will choose an assistant of my own for the match.." replied the Indian heroine. "Sure..but you've gotta take yer bra off during the match.." added Dugan. The Tigress' light brown eyes narrowed in the slits of her tiger skin mask at the sound of this request. "I do not expose my breasts to anyone Mr Dugan.." she said. The heroine knew that was a lie because she often fantasised of showing off her massive mounds to her beloved Gavin Stewart one day when the Nazis were driven from India. "Hey I can understand that..but either you box without your bra..or there's no fight.." shrugged Dugan as he passed a copy of the fight's contract to the Tigress. Diala studied every line of the contract closely and then looked at Dugan. "Very well Mr Dugan..I agree to all of the terms..I will fight the Brawler..bare breasted..." she agreed. "Great!..the fight is tomorrow night at the Bombay Plaza Hotel..you're already in great shape Tigress..go easy on the Brawler.." grinned Dugan. Tigress nodded and walked out of her Dugan's office and the gym. Dugan smiled to himself. Tigress had just fallen into a well-laid trap. 24 hours later. Bombay Plaza Hotel. 9 pm The lobby of the hotel was filled to capacity as hundreds of persons swarmed to buy tickets after learning in the press that the Tigress of India has agreed to the exhibition boxing match with the undefeated Brawler. Security was tight with scores of police officers both inside and outside of the hotel. In the makeshift room that was serving as the Tigress' dressing room, Dhanny Balkie watched as an old trainer named Ahmed taped the boxing gloves on to the hands of the gorgeous Indian superwoman. Her large brown breasts jiggled freely without the restrictions of her thin tiger pelt bra while her tiger skin panties fit snugly between her muscular thighs. "I see you at the ring.." said Ahmed to the Tigress as he completed his task and left the room. "Wow Tigress!..I can't believe you actually are doing this..I mean what you told me about your breasts..and..." he began before the superwoman placed her gloved right hand on his shoulder. "Remember our secret Dhanny..." said the Tigress. "Ok big sister..you can count on me!" grinned Dhanny. "Good..now please help me with my cape.." replied Tigress with a smile. Dhanny picked up the heroine's flowing cape fashioned from a tiger's pelt and tied it round her broad naked shoulders, so it covered her curvaceous body like a robe. Side by side, Tigress and Dhanny walked towards the ring where the referee and the towering figure of the bald and muscular Brawler waited. The capacity crowd cheered wildly as India's sexy champion of justice made her way to the ring..bouncing on the balls of her sexy bare feet and climbed inside with Dhanny close on her heels. Ahmed was already inside the ring waiting for them. Dhanny stood on a stool to remove the tiger skin cape. A huge roar erupted from the crowd as the Indian heroine's amazing chest was exposed to the public and she flexed the muscles to their approval. From his special box seat, Kaal Cassimir smiled with sinister satisfaction. "Very soon my foolish female..you will be very weak and sleepy and in my control.." he thought as the bell sounds to signal the start of what many hoped would be a battle royale between India's beauteous champion of justice and the undefeated Brawler. One hour had passed and it was becoming clear to all that the match was a one-sided affair. Dazzled by the Tigress' huge brown breasts bouncing in front of him and her dazzling footwork, the Brawler was an easy target and the Indian superwoman landed a series of telling blows at will to her larger opponent's head and body. The Brawler was constantly on the defensive as Tigress backed him into the ropes, toying with him like a cat playing with a ball of string. "Pity that Gavin is in New Delhi on military business..and could not be here to see this..I would have enjoyed showing off my breasts to him..Brawler is no match for my strength..the orphans of Bombay will benefit greatly from the money from this exhibition match.." thought he Tigress as she landed a hard right hook to the Brawler's head which rocked the giant pugilist and drew more cheers from the crowd. Dhanny also cheered on the beautiful Indian superwoman. Unnoticed in the midst of the excitement in and around the ring, Tigress' trainer Ahmed glanced briefly towards Duke Dugan who was seated at ringside. Dugan nodded his head, giving Ahmed a pre-arranged signal as the bout drew to a close. " Hey kid..I need some fresh towels for the Tigress..I left them back in the dressing room..go get them.." Ahmed told Dhanny. The boy glanced briefly at his heroine who was all over the Brawler. "Sure.." replied Dhanny and made his way away from the ring and through the crowd, towards Tigress' dressing room. Distracted by thoughts of the sexy Indian superwoman.. Dhanny was caught off guard as he rounded a corner. He was grabbed by strong arms and his face was smothered by a thick white towel. "Mmpphhh!!!!" cried Dhanny as chloroform fumes filled his lungs. He struggled but was quickly subdued by the powerful anaesthetic. Hired assassin Sasa smiled wickedly as she watched Dhanny pass out in the arms of one of Cassimir's thugs. "Take the boy to the car..Tigress will soon join him.." she instructed the thug who did as he was told. Back in the ring, the bell sounded to end another round of the fight which went in favour of the Tigress. The bruised and battered Brawler staggered back to his corner while the beauteous Indian heroine raised her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd's cheers and lusty applause. Every muscle on her entire curvaceous body was fully accentuated and her body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. The Tigress made her way back to her corner where Ahmed was waiting for her. "Where is Dhanny?" she asked the old trainer as she sat down on the stool in the corner, her arms stretched out on either side of her curvaceous body and her gloved hands resting on the ropes. The youngster was suprisingly absent. Before Ahmed could say a word, Duke Dugan moved swiftly behind the unsuspecting heroine and covered the top of her naked right breast with a thick cotton pad while his left hand firmly gripped her left shoulder. "Eh?..Uuhuuhh..chloroform on breast.. becoming so sleepy..what?.." gasped Tigress in shock as her muscles tensed in preparation for action. However the Indian superwoman's plans were instantly dashed by the chilling words spoken by Dugan. "Listen up Tiger Toots..we got the boy..nothing will happen to him once you let Ahmed here drug your big bazooms with chloroform..enough to make you drowsy..you let Brawler knock out..and we take you prisoner..Got it.." sneered Dugan as he clamped the pad over the heroine's left breast. Her right nipple already semi-hard from the brief application of chloroform left the Tigress dazed. Her light brown eyes widened with concern in the slits of her tiger skin mask as Ahmed revealed a white plastic bottle from under his jacket and poured a copious amount of chloroform into a thick sponge. "Ooohhh..breasts stunned by chloroform..cannot fight back..Dhanny in danger..too many people watching..you trap me good Mr Dugan..must let you drug my breasts...but..I will stop you.." quipped the sleepy Indian heroine. "Sweet dreams Tiger Toots.." grinned Dugan as he stepped away from the ring, no one aware of what he had just done. The Tigress stared sleepily at Ahmed as he rubbed the sponge generously over every inch of her huge breasts, paying special attention to her dark brown nipples which became increasingly stiff with each dab of the chloroform-saturated sponge. "Uuhuhhh..Oooahh..man's touch..chloroform on breasts..getting weak..sleepy..but cannot resist.." moaned Tigress as her head bobbed between the bountiful mounds of her amazing chest. Ahmed made no reply but meticulously continued his task, running the sponge over the taut muscles of the heroine's abdomen and her fleshy thighs. "Ooahhh..chloroform stronger than before..I am getting... sleepy..weak..powers of Tiger belt cannot cleanse breasts of chloroform sleepy power..have only normal strength" confessed the weakened Tigress, her light brown eyes fluttering in the slits of her mask. Ahmed just smiled wickedly and the bell sounded for the fight to resume. "No false moves Tiger Broad..or the kid dies.." Ahmed whispered into the beautiful Indian superwoman's right ear as she rose groggily to her feet. "Yes..I must obey.." replied Diala in a sleepy voice. As she sauntered into the centre of the ring, the Brawler nailed her with a left jab in the centre of her amazing chest. "Uuhnnnh!!" groaned Tigress and the crowd gasped in awe, as they saw India's gorgeous champion of justice dazed for the first time in the fight. Tigress staggered away from her opponent, her arms and legs becoming increasingly sluggish. Her eyes blinked in the slits of her tiger skin mask as she felt her chloroform coated black nipples stiffen even further. "Fiends..they have put chloroform on Brawler's gloves..everytime..he touches my breasts..I get sleepier.." moaned Tigress.. her temples beginning to throb and her head to spin. She retreated to a corner, shaking her head to remove the cobwebs of fatigue that were building there. The Brawler pursued his sleepy prey and as the Indian heroine turned around, he worked her huge breasts like a punching bag. "Uuhh!!..Uuhhnn!!..Uhhuhhhh!!!" moaned Tigress as he peppered her awesome chest with a flurry of well-placed punches which unknown to the spectators, were designed to brush her rock hard nipples with more of the extra-strong chloroform. A powerful left hook to the sleepy Indian superwoman's jaw sent her senses reeling and she collapsed on her back to the canvas. Her arms were flung past her head while her long, muscular legs were spread apart beneath her small, curvy waist and glided back and forth over the canvas. The crowd went wild, half encouraging Tigress to get up while the other half cheered for the Brawler who they never believed could best the famous heroine. The Brawler stepped away and turned towards the crowd with his arms raised in triumph. The referee knelt over the dazed and disoriented Tigress with his left hand inches away from her beautiful face. "No..Uuhuuhh..not more chloroform..I am sooo sleepy..." pleaded Diala, her eyes rolling in the slits of her tiger skin mask due to fumes which flooded her nostrils from a small chloroform soaked pad which was held in the referee's left hand. "Stay weak and sleepy bitch.." whispered the referee and he waved his hands in the air to signal the end of the fight and victory for the Brawler. Reporters and photographers swarmed into the ring in an effort to get comments and photos of the both the victor and the vanquished. Police officers sprang into action immediately with eight of them forming a tight circle around the fallen Tigress as the ringside doctor and Ahmed tended to her. Ahmed raised Diala's head on to his lap while the spectacled doctor opened his black leather bag. To the sleepy Indian super beauty's dismay, the doctor poured some more chloroform into a thick cotton surgical pad. Shielded from sight by the policemen and amidst the din of the hotel lobby, there was no chance of the Tigress alerting anyone to her dire predicament. "Oh no...not more chloroform..you villains..I ..Uumpphhhh!!!" cried Diala before the doctor clamped the pad firmly over her nose and mouth. He smiled as he watched the heroine's light brown eyes grow dull and hazy in the slits of her tiger skin mask. "Do not resist Tigress..or we kill the boy.." the doctor reminded her. Tigress nodded, her great breasts rising and falling drawing more of her favorite sleep drug into her lungs. The doctor then removed the pad but kept it close to her face in case she tried anything. "All of this..well designed trap..to capture me..congratulations villains..you have succeeded.. made my breasts weak and sleepy..never been chloroformed so much....thoughts of man's touch..sex..sleep..too strong to resist..have kidnapped Dhanny..I..I cannot resist you..must obey..want to sleep..remove..my Tiger Belt..will only have normal strength.." said the defeated Indian superwoman, unable to stop herself from speaking the truth. Ahmed's left hand slid down Diala's toned abdomen. He unbuckled the golden belt from her curvy waist and shoved it in his pocket. "A very wise decision Tigress..despite your great strength..your naivete and sense of fair play have been your undoing..as you have probably already suspected..the police surrounding you have been well paid to participate in your capture..no one here knows what has really happened.." revealed the doctor. "Why?..why you do this..to capture me..?" asked the sleepy Indian superwoman. "That need not worry you now Tigress..sleep..sleep deep.." grinned the doctor as he pressed the chloroform pad over her nose and mouth. Ahmed simultaneously toying with Diala's hard dark brown nipples. "Ummphhhh..Ummmmmm..." sighed Tigress into the pad as her eyes slowly closed in the slits of her mask and she succumbed to unconsciousness. To be continued |
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