Tigress of India and the Fausta Trap

Berlin, Germany 1940

The reel of the projector was the only noise to be heard in the darkened room in the building that housed the offices of the dreaded Secret Service of the Third Reich. Images of a beauteous, curvaceous and muscular woman...with a long mane of thick black hair...wearing nothing but a flimsy tiger pelt bikini..tiger pelt mask and a golden belt around her small curvy waist..danced on the wall of the darkened room. The film showed her effortlessly thrashing well trained and superior armed Nazi soldiers and agents around as if they were mere toys. The projector was stopped and the lights turned on.

Nazi agent Fausta Grables..a tall pale blonde woman with blue eyes looked across the table at the SS Colonel sitting on the other side. "This masked fraulein is called the Tigress...she is an ally of the British and has been causing great problems for our operatives in India...many of our operations have been stopped by her...agents captured and incarcerated in jails in India by the British...valuable intelligence seized.." stated the Colonel. "Indeed Herr Colonel...this woman seems quite formidable...possessing unusual strength..skill and fighting abilities...it seems that conventional military tactics will do little to stop her..." replied Fausta.

"Ja Fraulein Grables...This is why the Fuhrer has personally directed that you been assigned to this mission...Our intelligence network in India..is already compiling a dossier of pertinent information which you will need to capture this woman..." said the Colonel and motioned to an aide for the lights to be switched off again and the projector turned on again. Together...Fausta and the Colonel continued to watch more scenes of the Tigress..thrashing around her Nazi opponents as effortless as before in the previous slides. However the upcoming slides proved to be quite instructive.

Fausta watched carefully as in the middle of one fight...she saw the Tigress easily swat away one Nazi agent...only to be surprised by another as he rushed her. She watched this Nazi..push the scantily clad Indian superwoman back against a wall. His hands were pressed against her large shapely breasts..covered virtually at their summits by thin patches of tiger pelt. Fausta saw the Tigress' muscular arms fall to her sides.. her eyes flutter in the slits of her mask...her head dip between her awesome cleavage. She saw the heroine's eyelids were clearly heavy with fatigue...her huge breasts rising and falling slowly..indicating ragged breathing..and her ruby red lips move..before she fought off her sudden fatigue and kick her assailant away.

The projector was turned off and the lights were turned on. "Interesting Herr Colonel...for all her incredible powers...this Tigress becomes weak when a man touches her big breasts" said Fausta. "Correct Fraulein Grables...This is a weakness which we can exploit in this Tigress..." replied the Colonel as he picked up a dossier in front of him. "Our analysts have studied this film very closely and transcribed verbatim what the Tigress was telling this loyal soldier of the Fatherland.." said the Colonel as he proceeded to quote the verbatim in the scripts before him."Hands of my breasts you Nazi fiend..My nipples cannot resist the touch of a man...Uuuuh...I am so sleepy...Uuuuh."

"Ja this confirms it..by touching her breasts...the Tigress becomes very..very vulnerable..and very, very tired..despite her great strength.." said Fausta. "There is a plan to permanently deal with the Tigress..so that our operatives can finally make headway in our campaign to seize control of India...Our top scientists have created something that will expertly exploit the vulnerability of the woman's large breasts..our top medical personnel will perform the final stage of preparation you will need for this mission.. You leave for India in two months.." said the Colonel. Fausta replied with a swift salute and marched out of the office without another word. She relished the thought of taming the Tigress of India into submission.

Two months later
Bombay, India. 1940
Noon

Major Gavin Stewart and his secretary Diala Singh were stuck in traffic...their jeep on the verge of overheating as they headed back to their office at British Intelligence headquarters. Stewart..a highly decorated intelligence officer..was behind the wheel..dressed in his trademark brown and khaki army uniform. Diala wore a drab white blouse and long gray skirt...a pair of large rimmed glasses on her face...and her black hair pulled back..as she sat in the passenger seat of the jeep. "I'm afraid we're not going to make it back to headquarters in time for the afternoon meeting.." lamented Stewart as he checked his watch. "Then I guess we had better have lunch here while we wait for this traffic to ease.." suggested Diala as she reached for the basket in the rear of the jeep.

However before the British major had a chance to respond...a trio of masked men..each one armed with a pistol..surrounded the jeep. Two of them pulled Stewart out of the jeep before he knew what was happening..while the third pointed his gun at Diala. "Don't move fraulein!..We'll take the Major!" said the man pointing the gun at Diala..with a distinct German accent. One thug clubbed Stewart behind the head with the butt of his pistol and together with the other thug..quickly dragged the unconscious British soldier into a nearby alley on the side of the traffic congested street. The third thug then left Diala to rejoin his comrades. After all..what problem could a mousy secretary cause them.

As people stuck in the traffic struggled to comprehend what had just happened...none of them paid attention to Diala Singh as she climbed out of the idling jeep and ran as fast as she could down the same alley which the three Nazi agents had taken her boss. Finding a dark and isolated spot in the alley where she could not be seeing by prying eyes...Diala reached inside of her purse...and pulled out a golden belt which bore the insignia of a roaring Bengal Tiger's head on its buckle. She wasted no time in wrapping the belt around her waist and clicking it into place.

In a flash of golden light...the mousy secretary..was instantly transformed into the...TIGRESS OF INDIA! Diala's drab attire, glasses and shoes vanished...revealing a smooth brown body that became increasingly voluptuous and muscular...as the transformation made it become impressively muscular and sexily feminine. Her big brown breasts became firm and rounded...as a flimsy bikini..of tiger pelt patches over her huge black nipples and areolas...and thin strands...barely covered her awesome chest. Her abdomen was toned and flat..the muscle tone of her arms and legs increased.

Her thick black hair cascaded on to her naked shoulders and reached the middle of her exposed back..as a thin tiger pelt mask stretched across the upper part of her gorgeous face to conceal her identity. Her fingernails and the toenails of her erotic bare feet..gleamed with an ivory aura. Skimpy tiger pelt panties hugging the space between her large thighs. "Now to pursue those Nazis and rescue Gavin!" resolved the Tigress after checking to ensure that her flimsy costume was in place.

Flexing her well defined muscles and leaping like her namesake...the amazing Tigress soon caught up with the trio of Nazi agents and their hostage..Major Gavin Stewart..who was still unconscious. "Unhand that man at once!" commanded the big breasted Indian superwoman as she landed in front of her enemies..blocking their path. "Come one step closer fraulein Tigress and we will shoot him!" declared one thug as he cocked his Luger pistol. Before he could act..the Tigress leapt towards him. He grunted in pain as the ball of her erotic right foot was planted firmly in the middle of his chest..knocking him to the ground.

Dropping the body of the still unconscious British Major to the ground...the other two thugs engaged the beauteous Tigress in combat. One fired his gun at her but Tigress used her uncanny agility to avoid the bullets as they harmlessly hit a wall behind her. Distracted by the brief flash of her tiger pelt panties...the thug..was caught flat-footed as Diala drove the ball of her erotic left foot into his jaw...sending him sprawling along the ground. The third thug seeing the fighting prowess of the Tigress turned and ran down the alley.

"Hold it!..I have some questions for you to answer!!" cried the sexy Indian superwoman as she sprinted down the alley after the last Nazi agent. She reasoned that Gavin was in no danger from the other two Nazi thugs..who she had rendered unconscious..and she would be back to care for him as soon as she apprehended this last thug and questioned him about why he planned to kidnap Gavin Stewart...who she had deep feelings for.

Tigress' muscular arms moved in tandem with the long, powerful strides made by her muscular legs..her large brown breasts swaying sexily from side to side under her flimsy tiger pelt bra as she sprinted down the alley..further and further away from Gavin and the bustling streets of Bombay. Determined to capture this felon..and concerned about the British Major's well being...Tigress mind concentrated on little else..as she ran down the alley in pursuit of the thug.

The Indian superwoman's preoccupation perfectly suited a figure hiding in the shadows of the alley..waiting as she ran past...chasing the Nazi agent...never knowing that the huntress had suddenly become the hunted. By the time the Tigress of India became aware of this..it was too late. "Ehh?!!...Some grabs me from behind...Get your hands off my breasts before I....Uuunnnh!!!...What are you rubbing on my nipples?!!...Unnnnnh!!!!...My nipples...becoming...hhh..aaaa...rrrr...dddd...Sleepy...becoming..soooo ..sleeeepy...I..cannot...stay....awaaakke.. Ooooooooahhhhhh" moaned Diala..her brown eyes rolling up in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..as a wave of fatigue suddenly washed over her.


The beauteous Indian superwoman..fell to the ground...her right shoulder making first contact. She rolled on to her back..her muscular arms outstretched on either side of her curvy upper torso..her muscular legs spread wide apart. As Diala rolled her head..pillowed by her long mane of shiny black hair...from side to side..trying to shake off her fatigue and figure out what had just happened...her blurry vision made out a cloaked figure hovering over her.

"Who are you??...What do you want??...What are you going
to...Unnnnnh!!...Unnnnnh!!...Unnnnnnh..Unnnnnh...Unnnnnnh...Unnnnnnnh.....Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnh" cooed the Tigress of India..helpless to prevent her tiger pelt patches from being pushed aside...to that something could be rubbed on to the thick black nipples and areolas they concealed...knocking her unconscious in a matter of seconds.

To be continued.

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