Tiger Woman of India in Travelling in Time

New Delhi, India
9 pm

The heavily tinted BMW sedan arrived at a secluded warehouse on the Oklha Industrial Estate in the southern part of the Indian capital. The driver got out of the right side of the car and hustled to open the right rear door of the vehicle. As he opened it..an attractive brunette..wearing a black coat..black leather boots..and carrying a silver briefcase in her right hand..emerged from the rear of the luxury vehicle..checked with the security guards guarding the warehouse and went inside.

Inside the warehouse...she found several Indian men..dressed in white labcoats...in a frenzy of activity..typing away at computers or moving around various pieces of equipment. A bald man in his 60's came forward to greet her. "Miss Rose!..We are humbled by your presence but we had not anticipated your arrival this soon..." said the man whose name was Doctor Lal Chatnair..one of India's most renowned but discredited scientists.

The villainess Dianna Rose looked him straight in the eye. "Plans changed...I had to leave Guyana a lot earlier than anticipated..I contacted your employers and they told me that your progress on building the machine was delayed..." said Dianna. "Yes...The funding we have to get the equipment we need..hire those able to procure it...is limited...and we must be careful not to attract attention..." replied Chatnair.

"Attention?..From who?...The police?" asked Dianna as Chatnair gave her an overview of the activities taking place around them in the warehouse. "No..The police are the least of our concerns..." said Chatnair as he handed Dianna a copy of the day's edition of the New Delhi Times newspaper. Dianna opened the newspaper to see a picture of a young Indian woman..in her early 20's..with long black hair...a muscular body and enormous bust..clad in a skimpy tiger pelt leotard.. a mask made of similar material across the upper part of her face..bands of tiger pelt on her wrists and above her ankles.. a golden belt with a tiger head buckle wrapped around her waist in action against some bank robbers.

"The police can be fooled, bribed or even killed..but it is difficult to defeat her...She is the Tiger Woman...The word is she possesses the strength of ten tigers...has the power to fly...She's shut down many criminal activities in the city..some of which were providing us with the parts we need to build the machine...We dare not move too quickly..or we might draw her attention.." remarked Chatnair. Dianna then placed her briefcase down on a table and opened it in front of Chatnair.

The scientist gasped in surprise as he saw it was filled with rocks of solid gold. "This should be more than sufficient to buy the equipment and the manpower you need to finish the machine...I'm very interested in its application..as I'm sure are your employers..my partners in this operation.." replied Dianna. "Yes Miss Rose..It shall be done...We shall expedite our work..but what of the Tiger Woman?" asked Chatnair. "Leave her to me...I have some experience in dealing with women like her..Tiger Woman will be tamed if she dares to meddle in our project" said Dianna with a smile.

One week later
Downtown New Delhi
7 pm

Journalist Sonia Gan was at her desk..working late as she always did...doing research for her senior colleague and boyfriend ..investigative journalist Khail Khan..who was out of town on assignment. For the last three weeks..Khail and Sonia had been following leads on a major criminal operation taking place in the city..which the police seemed to have no idea about and publicly dismissed their inquiries as fiction.

Her black hair tied into a thick bun..wearing large rimmed glasses on her face..dressed in a baggy white cotton shirt..baggy grey slacks and black flat shoes...many of her co-workers wondered what it was that Khail Khan..one of the most eligible bachelors in New Delhi..saw in a wallflower like Sonia Gan. That was a secret which only Sonia and Khail knew. Sighing to herself as she silently lamented his absence..Sonia went through the latest batch of documents she had obtained to research her story.

"Khail is convinced the operation is taking place under the cover of a legitimate business...That's why he went to talk to officials at the local branch of Interpol in Mumbai..to get information...My leads so far have yielded little results...low level criminals..who are not capable of performing such an operation. As she studied the documents..Sonia's brown eyes widened behind her glasses as she noticed a series of hastily granted approvals..to commission an abandoned factory in the Tuglhakabad district in the southern part of the city.

"That was an old car manufacturing plant in the 1940's...it was also rumored then to be a source of questionable activity then...Khail is my man..and senior journalist..but he can't tell me what I should or should not investigate.." resolved Sonia with a smile as she put away her documents..got up from behind her desk and made her way to the office stairwell. Moving as fast as she could in her confining attire..Sonia made her way to the roof of the building.

After checking to ensure she was alone...the young Indian woman removed her glasses from her face. By the Power of Parvati!!" she declared and was instantly surrounded by an bright aura of light. The young reporter felt a surge of tremendous energy flowing through her body which became stronger and sexier by the second. Her black hair..which was tied into a thick bun..loosened..becoming shiny as it cascaded on to her neck and shoulders, stretching to the centre of her back.

Sonia's drab white cotton shirt, grey skirt and flat shoes slowly disappeared...briefly revealing a light brown body that was hidden beneath it from public view. Her shapely bust..grew several inches in size..as her entire body became more curvaceous but also muscular...as the transformation continued. A thin tiger skin leotard slowly formed itself over her body..barely covered her shapely muscles and her enormous bust.

A thick golden belt, whose circular buckle was fashioned in the form of a tiger's head, wrapped itself around her shapely waist. Bands of tigerskin adorned her wrists and entwined themselves above her ankles. Her hands were strong..her fingernails were long and gleaming. Her feet were bare and erotic to the eye..with toenails that were neatly trimmed and gleamed as well. The final touch, a tiger pelt mask which stretched across the upper part of her beautiful face to complete Sonia's amazing transformation.

The mousy young journalist was now concealed within the guise of the brave and beauteous...TIGER WOMAN...India's very own Queen of Justice. The mighty Indian superwoman's massive breasts bunched together as she assumed her heroic pose and looked out over the city skyline. Her hands on her curvy hips..her long muscular legs spread slightly apart..her erotic bare feet flat on the surface of the roof..her huge brown breasts thrust forward with confidence. Her long mane of glossy black hair flailing in the breeze behind her.

"Enough time's been spent doing research as Sonia Gan...Time for me to get into action as Tiger Woman..and get to the bottom of this mystery!" resolved the Hindu Heroine as she sprinted towards the edge of the rooftop...her huge breasts bobbing sexily within the confines of her thin but tight-fitting tiger pelt leoard as she ran. Flexing her large thighs..rising on the balls of her sexy bare feet...the Tiger Woman leapt into the night sky.

Her muscular arms extended on either side of her upper body...her long muscular legs extended below her ample curvy waist...the sexy toes of her bare feet pointed...the cool night air brushing past her incredible body...the mighty Indian heroine flew bravely towards whatever danger awaited her. None would ever have made the connection with the ordinary Sonia Gan and the beauteous Tiger Woman of India.

Leaving the glittering lights of the heart of downtown New Delhi and its immediate, affluent suburbs...Tiger Woman flew over the darkened, poverty-stricken and slum districts located far to the south..within a matter of minutes. The mighty Indian superwoman's brown eyes narrowed in the slits of the tiger pelt mask..which stretched across the upper part of her gorgeous face which was framed by her long mane of shiny black hair..as she approached her destination in the Tuglhakabad district.

"That factory is anything but abandoned...Whoever's the owner of the factory is not doing a very good job about being discreet about what they're using it for...I think I'll find out exactly what that is..." resolved Sonia as she prepared herself for a landing. Outside of the abandoned factory...a group of thugs armed with guns and knives..who were busy carrying wooden crates into the factory.. were startled as the buxom Indian Queen of Justice descended into their midst.

Their eyes widened..their jaws dropped...and they stopped what they were doing as she walked slowly towards them..her huge brown breasts rising and falling slowly underneath her thin, tight-fitting tiger pelt leotard. Standing in front of the startled thugs.. Sonia assumed her trademark heroine pose. Her hands balled into fists...resting lightly on either side of her wide, curvy hips..her muscular legs spread slightly apart..her sexy bare feet flat on the ground and her huge bust thrust towards them.

"बाघनारी (Tiger Woman)!!!" yelled the thugs in Hindi. " Haan (Yes)... बतलानामुझे (Tell me)...kaun (who)...apnaana (owns)..this...(yeh)...kaarkhaana (factory)?!" demanded the Tiger Woman as she replied to them in Hindi. "मार डालनावह (Kill her!!)" yelled one thug and it became evident to the Hindu Heroine that it was time to speak to the criminals in a language that they would understand. Grabbing the right wrist of one thug before he could pull out his pistol...Tiger Woman effortlessly tossed him over her head and he came crashing down on to a stack of empty wooden crates.

Moving swiftly on the balls of her sexy bare feet...the mighty Indian superwoman felled four more thugs with a combination of left and right fists to their respective jaws. Flexing her muscular thighs...Sonia briefly flew up into the air..and then swooped down with her clenched fists extended...sending another five thugs sprawling along the ground. Swiveling her curvaceous body in flight...she drove the ball of her right foot into the groin of one thug making him howl in pain..as he dropped to the ground..and nailed another in the middle of his face with the ball of her left foot..sending him sprawling along the ground.

Another thug was distracted by the aura of the gleaming toenails of Sonia's right foot as its top collided with his jaw..sending him down for the count. Her huge breasts bunched together underneath her thin, tight tiger pelt leotard as she grabbed the right wrist of a thug who tried to jump her from behind..and turning on the balls of her sexy bare feet..swung him hard into three other thugs attempting to rush her from in front. "Yahh!!!" declared Tiger Woman as she spun around and split a thug's wooden club in two with a left hand karate chop...and followed through with a right fist to the jaw...sending him hurtling into another pile of crates.

The thugs...all of them small-time hoodlums from the nearby slums...awestruck by the Indian superwoman's incredible fighting prowess...as they were by her amazing body that her thin tight tiger pelt leotard struggled to contain...lost their nerve and ran away. Sonia then walked over to one of the wooden crates they had been carrying Squatting on the balls of her sexy bare feet..her huge breasts swelling together under her thin, tight, tiger pelt leotard...as she used her long shiny fingernails to open the lid to find out what they were trying to protect.

"Nothing in here but wiring and circuit boards..Why were they so eager to protect this??" wondered the mighty Indian superwoman as she stood up and strolled bravely inside of the abandoned car factory. Sonia's brown eyes widened in surprise in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she discovered the inside of the factory was dark and there did not seem to be any activity whatsoever taking place. "This is strange...I feel a sense of unease in my Tiger Nipples...I must exercise caution.." resolved the Hindu Heroine..moving further inside of the darkened factory...the cold concrete registering under the soles of her sexy bare feet.

Sonia then felt her nipples stiffen underneath her thin, tight-fitting attire...and moved between the rusty shells of unfinished automobiles...in the direction of the feelings they were getting. She spotted a dim light coming under a doorway...between two piles of old automobile parts. "Some kind of secret passage...I suspect the criminals that Khail and I are looking for..and whatever scheme they are planning...are to be found behind that door..." deduced the Tiger Woman as she walked towards the door. Grabbing hold of its handle with her right hand..a simple application of a fraction of her great strength opened it.

Boldly..the Hindu Heroine sprinted through the narrow lit passageway..her huge breasts bobbing sexily underneath her thin tight tiger pelt leotard..as she planned to take her enemies by surprise. "Whoever these criminals are..They're foolish to attract attention to themselves like this...They will be easy for me to defeat and turn over to the police...Khail will be both surprised and impressed when I tell him tomorrow morning when he comes to my apartment for breakfast.." thought Sonia as she made her way towards the opposite end of the passageway..determined to surprise the criminals.

Distracted by thoughts of premature victory and of her handsome boyfriend...the Tiger Woman of India grossly underestimated the situation and lowered her vigilance. As she emerged on to the other side of the passageway...the buxom Indian superwoman was greeting by an electric stun gun that was pressed into the middle of her huge breasts and the trigger was activated. "Aauuh!!! Aauuhhh!!!!" cried Sonia in pain as hundreds of volts of electricity rippled through her huge breasts..making the outline of her nipples become visible against her thin, tight-fitting tiger pelt attire.

Her head reeling with pain and dizziness from the surprise attack to her expansive chest...the Tiger Woman was helpless to prevent what was to happen next. The Hindu Heroine was startled as she felt a pair of hands slip underneath her thin, tight tiger pelt leotard...cupping her massive breasts. " Nahi!!..No!!...Unnh!!!..My..baagh...Tiger...Choochuks..Nipples...Unnnh!!!...Koi..someone... nakal karna...playing...with them...Uuuuunh...Baagh...Tiger..Choochuks...Nipples...Uuuuunh...Kada...Hard...Uhhhh..
..Bhidkaana...aroused...Apraadhi..Criminal..knows my...ashakti...weakness...I
must....neend...Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.." moaned the mighty Indian superwoman..in English and Hindi...losing consciousness as Dianna Rose fondled her nipples into hardness.

To be continued.