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| Author: | BC [ Sun May 13, 2012 9:00 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Tigress of India and the Fausta Trap 3 |
Tigress of India and the Fausta Trap 3 Bombay, India. 1940 Noon Major Gavin Stewart... stood amongst the crowd of British soldiers gathered in the courtyard of the British Intelligence Headquarters...trying to make sense of what had happened and what was taking place right in front of his very eyes. Attending a special event arranged by the British Army to raise funds for the city's orphan children..Gavin was pleased to see the TIGRESS OF INDIA...make a special appearance at this event. He had a secret crush on her..for all the times she had saved his life at the hands of agents of the Nazi Third Reich. He thought she looked different but still beautiful..adding a tiger pelt cape and tiger pelt boots to her regular attire of a flimsy tiger pelt bra and panties....tiger pelt mask across the upper part of her face..and golden belt around her small shapely waist. He watched her about to demonstrate his amazing strength...when to the surprise of all the soldiers..himself included..another Tigress appeared on stage to challenge her twin to a test of strength. This Tigress was attired in the manner in which he normally saw her when she came to his rescue and/or thwart the schemes of the Nazis and their loyal allies in India. Her long mane of shiny black hair flowing in the breeze as she alighted on stage like an angel from the heavens. Her amazing muscles accentuated on every inch of her curvaceous body. Her big beauteous brown breasts..bunching together under her thin tiger pelt bra which was more like patches of tigerskin over her thick black nipples and areolas..held together by string. Her equally skimpy tiger pelt panties bunching between her large thighs at the front..and the crevice between her firm, round buttocks at the rear. Her identity concealed behind the thin tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face..the golden tiger talisman belt entwined around her small curvy waist. Her bare feet..with toenails like ivory...erotic to the eye..as their balls made contact with the wooden surface of the stage. However as quickly as she had come...just as quickly she disappeared beneath the stage..never to be seen again. However the caped Tigress continued to play to the cheers of the British soldiers as she paraded around the stage with the huge lead weight held over her head with one hand. The lust driven soldiers..in awe of both her body and her strength...blindly emptied the money in their pockets to the ushers who were now passing around with collection bags. Gavin gave his contribution..but as he watched her on stage..he could not help but think that something was amiss with the Tigress of India. The major had no idea how right he was. For at that very moment...two thugs were emerging from underneath the stage...carrying the real Tigress of India. Her head sagged between her big brown breasts..exposed in all their naked glory. Her thick black nipples and areolas glossy, hard and erect from the expert application of the powerful anaesthetic known as chloroform..against which she had no defence when it was used on her breasts. One held her under her muscular arms...which dangled like limp noodles on either side of her cury upper body..while the other held her shapely ankles..as they carried her towards a waiting car. She was drugged, defeated and unconscious. As they approached the car with their curvaceous captive..they were briefly confronted by a pair of British military policemen. "What's the matter with her?" asked one MP..as both he and his partner could not take their eyes of the big black nipples and areolas of the unconscious Indian superwoman...which were shiny and hard. The thug holding the Tigress under her arms told the distracted MPs, "this bitch is just sick in the head...got away from the hospital." "All right then..Move it along..best take her someplace to get treatment. "You got it officer..." replied the thug holding the heroine's ankles as they placed her inside the back of a car..where another thug was waiting. They got into the front of the car..and drove towards the entrance to the compound..no one any the wiser that the real Tigress of India was their prisoner. Her head resting on the lap of the thug in the back...the helpless Indian superwoman..began to stir as some of the chloroform that had been rubbed on her big nipples..started to wear off. "Ooooh...Gavin...Nazis...are kidnapping me...Help.." sighed Tigress softly...as her brown eyes started to open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. However the thug in the back seat had been given his orders about what to do should the busty Indian heroine pose any trouble and he executed them to the letter. Unscrewing the cap of a small jar in his possession..he rubbed a sufficient amount of the special Nazi gel on to the fingers of his gloved hands...which the normally mighty Tigress was powerless to stop him from applying to her naked chest. "Nooo..Not my nipples...Unnnnh...Not fair...Unnnnh....Nazi fiend...Unnnnh.." moaned the busty Indian superwoman as the gel was skillfully rubbed into her thick black nipples and areolas...eliminating any softness that was creeping in that would allow her to regain her mighty powers and turn the tables on her enemies. "Fairness is for fools Fraulein Tigress...Will this gel keep you unconscious?" asked the thug as he massaged it..slowly..deeply into the big nipples and the areolas..which surrounded them..of the helpless Indian heroine. "Uuuuuh...Yes...My feelings for Gavin...making my nipples stay hard...your gel causes this...keep rubbing it into my nipples...it will make me sleep...give you no trouble for hours...You Nazis have outsmarted me.. defeated me..have to respect that..." sighed the Tigress who could do nothing but tell her enemies how to defeat her. "Wunderbar...Now as I rub the gel into your big nipples Fraulein Tigress..You think of this Gavin...and you fall asleep. "Unnnh...Yes Nazi...I am thinking about Gavin...I am falling asleep now..will stay unconscious..for hours...You have won..Uuuuh" moaned the Tigress of India..as her brown eyes became heavy in the slits of her mask again..and she drifted off into a deep sleep...as the car left the compound of British Military Intelligence and made its way on to the bustling streets of Bombay. The British had no idea that their greatest and most powerful friend in India had just been captured by the Nazis...right under their very noses. Among them was experienced intelligence officer..Major Gavin Stewart who returned to his office to find that his secretary Diala Singh was not at her desk which was located in the outer part of his office. Gavin thought nothing of it as Diala rarely took any time off from work. It had been a slow day today..and he could handle the rest of the paperwork himself. "Hmmm...She probably didn't like that show with the Tigress...I can see why many women would feel intimidated by her..I guess I'll see her tomorrow.." thought Gavin as he settled back down to work. Little did he know that Diala Singh and the Tigress of India were one and the same. Bombay,India. 1940 7 pm Nazi agent Fausta Grables watched the naked huge brown breasts of the Tigress of India ..crowned at their summits by thick, hard and erect black nipples and areolas..rose and fell slowly as she lay flat on her back...atop a bed...her muscular arms and legs spread eagled. Her wrists and ankles bound to opposite ends of the bed by strong ropes. Fausta smiled as she heard the busty Indian superwoman groan.."Uuuuh..Uuuuh"..as her head..pillowed by her long mane of black hair and a pillow placed under her head..rolled slowly from side to side..as the effects of both the Nazi gel and chloroform wore off "Oooooh...My nipples...they feel so strange...make my breasts...so tired...never felt..so weak...Where...Where am I?..Unnh...I am tied up...I cannot..get..free.." moaned Diala..as her brown eyes fluttered in the slits of the thin tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her face..as her arms and legs tugged in futility at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the bed. As she rolled her head in a useless effort to clear the cobwebs from her brain..the Tigress barely made out the image of herself..seated at her bedside..and knew she was in the presence of a Nazi impostor. "Uuuuh...Who are you?...Why have you captured me?" asked the helpless Indian superwoman. "I am Fausta Grables..and I shall be taking you back to the Fatherland..where you shall receiver further interrogation and retraining..to serve your new masters of the Third Reich!!" declared Fausta..as she reached into a small purse she held in her left hand. "No!..I do not want to go to Germany!...I must get free..I must defeat you..I must bring you to justice!" quipped the Tigress of India..writhing frantically atop the bed..her large brown breasts swaying freely from side to side...as her hands and erotic bare feet tugged in futility to break the ropes which restrained her to the bed. Placing another generous helping of the Nazi gel on to her gloved hands...Fausta rubbed the gel once again on to the thick black nipples and areolas of the struggling Indian heroine...who for the second time...could do nothing to stop that from happening. "Noooo...Uuuunnnnh..Not again....Uuuunnnnh...What are you rubbing on my nipples??!!.....My nipples...becoming so hard....Unnnnnh...my breasts becoming so heavy..that is making me feel...so sleepy..so weak....Unnnnnnnnh..can only think about men touching my breasts...about...Major Gavin Stewart...Unnnnh...need my nipples to be soft...to regain my tiger strength...but you are not letting them recover...Not fair Nazis...Not fair...I cannot defeat you...Unnnnh..Unnnnnh" moaned Diala as the little fight that was in her was swiftly quashed by Fausta's well-timed strategy. "You are truly naive Tigress...Your greatest strength..is also your greatest weakness...the Third Reich's scientists spent considerable time developing this special gel...to use on your big breasts and nipples...the sources of your powers...to exploit your vulnerability to sex..and the touch of men's hands...You see this gel is made of powerful hypnotic drugs...muscle relaxants...and aphrodesiacs..." explained Fausta to the topless Tigress of India..who was very groggy but struggling to pay attention to what her captor was saying. "Now is it true that when your nipples are aroused..you must tell the truth?" asked Fausta. "Yes..." replied Tigress. "What is your secret identity?" asked Fausta...rubbing more gel over every inch of Diala's naked chest..but always making sure copious amounts coated her thick black nipples and areolas to keep them in a state of arousal and hardness. "I...I am...I..am...Diala...Singh...I work as a secretary...for British Intelligence...for Major Gavin Stewart..." blurted the sleepy Indian superwoman who could do nothing to hold her tongue as the potent gel was rubbed into her naked chest. "Do you have feelings for this Major Stewart?" asked Fausta..as she slowly rubbed Diala's hard black nipples back and forth..to pry the answer out of her. "Yes...I...I..care..for him..." confessed the helpless Tigress of India...her brown eyes barely open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as every stroke of the gel on to her hard and erect black nipples and areolas..made her become sleepier and sleepier with each passing second. Diala felt her temples begin to throb...her vision begin to blur..with each tweak of her drugged nipples and areolas by Fausta..darkness slowly but surely descending upon her. "Disguised as you..I shall learn all the intelligence secrets of the British in India...and then..I am going to take Major Stewart away from you..." gloated Fausta as she put away the gel and reached into her purse for another item. "No...I will not let you hurt him...I will protect him...I will stop you..I will..." blurted the Tigress of India..making a last ditched effort to resist the overwhelming, erotic and sleepy power of the Nazi gel. "Sleep!...Sleep!..Sleep!" quipped Fausta as she fired three bursts of a sweet smelling liquid directly into the face of the helpless Indian superwoman. Her huge brown breasts already enslaved by the Nazi gel...reduced her ability to resist the special anaesthetic which was contained in an innocent looking perfume bottle. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" agreed the Tigress of India..and blacked out instantly. To be continued. |
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