Next Ocelot Woman and The League of Heroines 9



Bombay, India 1940
British Military Intelligence headquaters.

7 pm.



Colonel Roger McDonald...head of British Military Intelligence.. wore a grim look on his face as he checked his watch. He then summoned his civilian secretary Diala Singh. McDonald had been expecting his top intelligence officer...Major Gavin Stewart hours earlier for a very important briefing on activities of the Axis and their agents in India. "Has there been any word from Major Stewart Miss Singh?" asked the Colonel.



"None sir...It's not like Major Stewart to be late for a briefing...Something may have delayed him...I must say it is causing me concern...Please inform me if you hear from him at once.." replied McDonald. "Yes sir...I am very worried about Major Stewart...Colonel McDonald..." said Diala. "Major Stewart is a highly trained officer...if something has happened..I'm sure he can handle it.... but you can rest assured that the British Army will leave no stone unturned until we find him..and return him here..safe and sound.." replied McDonald.



Diala nodded as she turned and walked out of his office. McDonald watched her leave. Her skin was dark brown, her black hair was wore loose about her shoulders. She wore a pair of large-rimmed glasses. The Colonel knew that despite only being 20 years of age...Diala was one of his loyal and trusted aides..next to Major Stewart. Watching her baggy white dress and white flat shoes. The 40-year old colonel sometimes wondered what her life was like when she was not on duty.



Little did know..as he left the office for the night..that the answer to that question was closer than he knew. Inside her darkened, locked office...Diala Singh..decided that she was going to take action. "It is not like Gavin...I mean Major Stewart to miss a briefing..." reiterated Diala as she slowly removed her shoes...her dress...then the white lace bra and panties...standing completely naked in the darkened room. "I also share the good Colonel's concern but the British Army is not up to the task of finding Gavin...This finally gives me an opportunity to get out of these confining clothes..." said Diala with a smile as she removed her large rimmed glasses and placed them inside her purse.



She proceeded to tie her thick shiny black hair into a series of braids atop her head..leaving only two long strands which curled around her ears..her full neck exposed. Diala then opened a secret compartment in her desk drawer...which contained the attire she would be wearing for the job at hand . "Gavin...Major Stewart was carrying important files about reported enemy activity from Calcutta...his disappearance must have something to do with this..." said Diala as she slipped a pair of flimsy tiger pelt panties up her strong calves and large thighs..until they fit snugly into the space between the latter.



Next..a golden belt..bearing the symbol of a tiger's head on the buckle..was wrapped around her small, shapely waist. As it was snapped into place...Diala felt incredible power surge through her body...which became powerfully muscular but sexily feminine at the same time. Her large dark brown breasts became rounder and larger as they swelled in size...with wide black areolas...with thick black nipples...capping each of their respective summits. Diala then pasted a pair of tiger pelt patches over her beauteous nipples and areolas.


After attaching a pair of large tiger print earrings...one to each earlobe...Diala donned a thin tiger pelt mask across the upper part of her beautiful face...and licked her full red lips in eagerness of the adventure to come. " The British Army will have little success finding Gavin in time...therefore..the task falls to me to rescue him...but not as Diala Singh...but as...the..TIGRESS OF INDIA!" resolved Diala.



After checking to ensure that her flimsy attire was in place...the broad-chested Indian superwoman..slipped out of her office window. Flexing the muscles of her shapely body..she was soon moving swiftly across the rooftops of the city..in search of her quarry. "Gavin Stewart is obsessed with the Tigress..all of her heroic exploits..against the forces of evil in India...Little does he know how close he has been to her..all this time..when I am Diala Singh.." thought the beauteous Indian heroine as she leapt from one rooftop to another with uncanny agility.



Every muscle on her curvaceous dark brown body accentuated...her polished fingernails and toenails gleaming in the darkness. ..her huge breasts bobbing sexily up and down as she ran. "As long as the forces of evil threaten the innocent in India..I can never reveal my true identity..or the secret feelings I have for him.." thought the Tigress of India. Using her heightened senses...it was not long before the buxom Indian Superwoman ...detected a conversation amongst criminal elements about the files which Gavin had in his possession at the time of his disappearance.



Diala focused her concentration on a warehouse in the southern part of Bombay and moved swiftly towards it. A group of thugs inside the warehouse were startled when the scantily-clad heroine came crashing through a skylight on the roof and landed in their midst. Knives and clubs were drawn as they rushed to subdue their unwelcome guest. They found that task to be very difficult.



With superhuman strength and speed...Tigress sent several of her larger and more muscular male opponents..flying through the air..or sprawling along the ground..with a variety of punches, throws and kicks. Crates were smashed to pieces as thug after thug..crashed into them. "Unless you wish to endure my wrath further!!...Tell me where is Major Stewart!..Tell me what you have done to him!!" declared Diala as she continued to sweep through her enemies like a a female hurricane of justice.



However despite her mighty powers and incredible fighting abilities...the villains' strength was in the superiority of their numbers. It was not long before that fact came into play. After nearly an hour of battering her opponents around... Tigress soon found her strong arms and legs being grabbed by several male hands as they struggled to subdue her. She managed to throw some of them off..but more jumped the beauteous Indian heroine.



"The woman fights like a wild animal!..We cannot hold her for long!" yelled one thug before he tasted the ball of the heroine's bare right foot in his jaw. "Your male brute strength is no match for the powers of the Tigress!!...I shall defeat you..and end your evil scheme!..You shall face justice!!" snarled Diala as she struggled furiously to get free. "Hold the woman fast!..We shall teach her the error of her ways!!" yelled another thug.



" You cannot stop me criminals!!...You have no answer for my super powers!!...There is nothing you can do to stop me criminals!!..Surrender now!!..and I shall see that you all receive a fair trial!!" snarled Tigress as she continued to writhe furiously as the thugs tried to keep her curvaceous and muscular dark brown body pinned to the floor. The mighty Heroine of India might not have been so confident...had she noticed that one of the thugs had pulled out a dark brown bottle and a thick wad of cotton wool from under his robes.



Nor did she see him uncap the bottle...and pour copious amounts of a clear liquid which the bottle contained...into the cotton wool..making sure the liquid soaked into its fibres. The sexy Superwoman of India was still writhing furiously in the grips of the male thugs...when she did see the thick cotton wool being was lowered on to the large swaying dark brown mounds of her broad chest. "Do you think that will stop me...I.." laughed Tigress as she flexed her muscles to throw her enemies off of her.



However this never happened... and Diala did not complete her statement of defiance either...as the cotton wool was dabbed all over the summits of her massive dark brown breasts. "Oooooh!!!!

..What manner of trickery?!...My tiger pelts..are for comfort...not protection...I...Oooh...There is

something on that cotton...being rubbed on my Tiger Breasts....Bāgha stanōṁ..OUUUNH...My big Tiger Nipples...Mērē baṛē bāgha nipalsa...becoming hard...How did you know...they are source...of my Tiger Powers...Oouuuunh!!!" moaned Diala.



Hearing her untimely confession... as she babbled in English and Hindi...the Tigress' opponents knew they had a powerful advantage and attacked her with renewed resolve. She was pinned firmly to the floor of the warehouse...strong male hands straining to keep her muscular arms and legs pinned down...while the chloroform-soaked cotton wool was rubbed over the summits of each of her huge dark brown breasts.



"Ouuuuunh...My Tiger Breasts...Bāgha stanōṁ....feel strange...becoming weak...as my big Tiger Nipples...Mērē baṛē bāgha nipalsa...become hard....beginning to feel...tired...beginning to think..

about men...touching my baṛē bāgha nipalsa.....My Tiger Strength beginning to fade...must resist...

must get free..." moaned Diala...as she struggled wildly in the steely grips of her male opponents as the cotton wool was rubbed vigorously over her amazing chest.



Beneath the tiger pelt patches...the Indian superwoman's large nipples were becoming hard as

bullets...as the chloroform on the cotton wool...easily soaked through the thin tiger pelt patches covering them...which by Diala's own admission offered her no protection whatsoever...and emboldened her enemies. " Hold the Baṛī chātī aurata fast my brothers!!....She must be taught her place!!" cried the thug who was rubbing the wool all over the broad dark brown chest of the mighty Tigress of India.



Diala's brown eyes fluttered in the slits of her tiger pelt mask with every stroke of the wool..especially over her tiger pelt patches.. which covered her fabulous nipples and areolas. "Oooooouh...What are you...doing...to....me...What...are you putting on my...baṛē bāgha nipalsa... Ooooooooounh...They becoming...very hard...forcing me to think...about Gavin...Major Stewart..." moaned the mighty Heroine of India in a faint and sleepy voice. Her curvaceous and muscular brown body wiggling frantically to get free.



However the thugs held her firmly..as the cotton wool was rubbed vigorously over her large dark brown breasts..special attention being paid to her large nipples...which were threatening to burst through her thin tiger pelt patches. "Oooooooounh....My Tiger Breasts...become weak...my...baṛē bāgha nipalsa...so hard...I..am..being..tamed...You..know..my weakness..have..to give up..you..have..defeated me..." cooed Diala as her shapely body fell limp in the grasps of her foes as her big dark brown breasts now gleamed with a hazy aura.



The men released their hold on the sleepy Indian superwoman. Tigress lay flat on her back on the floor. Her arms flung past her head. Her long, muscular legs spread wide open beneath her small curvy waist. ..the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet twtiching slowly."Ooohhh..What have you ...done..to my Tiger Breasts...Bare bagha nipalsa...feel like..fingers of many men touching them...feel tired...so..hhh..aa..rrddd..to..think..clearly.." moaned Diala as she struggled to keep her brown eyes open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask.


"It's called chloroform foolish female..Your feelings for the Englishman..have betrayed you..for all your great powers...your greatest strength..is your greatest weakness.." gloated the thug holding the chloroform wool...as he rubbed it repeatedly over the heroine's fabulous tits which were hard as bullets and erect..threatening to burst through the tiger pelt patches that covered them. "Ooooooouh...A man..is touching my bare bagha nipalsa....Must...tell...the truth...when this happens...Hāṁ...Care about...Gavin Stewart...My Tiger Breasts...key to my strength..." blurted Diala.





Her long legs gliding back and forth below her small curvy waist over the ground. Her sexy toes.with their neatly trimmed hard and glossy nails.. twitching erotically as the fight was slowly but surely taken out of her by the application of chloroform to her amazing chest. "Auuuuh...losing...Tiger Strength...Auuuuuh..no match..for men's deceit...They...turn...my strengths..into weaknesses...Ahhhh...my Tiger Breasts...have..turned..against me...My bare bagha nipalsa.....so..hhaarrrdd..make me..so..tired..I..am..so..tired..." confessed Diala in a sleepy voice as the chloroform wool was rubbed over her rock solid nipples.



"Have no fear Tigress...you shall soon be reunited with your precious Major...for all your great powers... your feelings have betrayed you...You..are still..a woman..." sneered the thug as he rubbed the chloroform over the large brown breasts of the sleepy Indian superwoman. "You are right..criminal fiend...I..I allowed..my feelings for Gavin Stewart..to cloud my judgement...underestimated...treachery..of Nazi agents...the chloroform..it is too powerful..all over..my Tiger Breasts...Bare bagha nipalsa..so hard... making me become..so tired... You have tamed me..." sighed Diala.



Diala could do nothing but watch with drowsiness and panic in her brown eyes..through the slits of her thin tiger pelt mask...her muscular arms and legs as heavy as lead...completely unmovable..as one thug slowly peeled the tiger pelt patches. The thugs were amazed at what they discovered underneath the flimsy tiger pelt circles. Wide and thick areolas...shiny bronze in colour...with big round shiny bronze nipples...at their centres.



The last thing the buxom Indian superwoman saw were the thugs hovering over her..their faces becoming increasingly blurry..as the rag was rubbed all over her naked nipples and areolas...polishing them with chloroform...taming her super-powered breasts into submission..and she succumbed to unconsciousness. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" cooed the Tigress of India as she allowed her enemies to put her to sleep...her brown eyes closing slowly in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. "The Tigress is defeated...Just as the Master said she would be...We take her to him now!" said the thug with the chloroform-soaked cotton wool.



The busty Indian heroine had her hands tied behind her back...her erotic bare feet tied together by her shapely ankles...was lifted off the floor of the warehouse....her eyes tightly shut in the slits of the thin tiger pelt mask...her head lolled backwards...her full red lips parted slightly...her huge naked dark brown breasts jiggling freely...capped at their summits by hard and erect...big bronze nipples and areolas which were glazed with a hazy aura from the chloroform...as was taken away by the thugs...who were ordered to capture.



As the Tigress of India was taken off into captivity by the thugs....a red sphere suddenly appeared on the rooftop of a building not far from the warehouse...which went unnoticed by anyone. When it faded...a group of five beautiful and busty women wearing skimpy clothes...stood in the middle of the alley. EAGLE WOMAN...the Sexy Superwoman of 1845 Texas...looked around in amazement. "Where?...Where are we?" asked Mickie as she brushed back a strand of her shoulder length golden brown hair which had fallen across her face. She realised that she and her new companions...were no longer in Silver City anymore.



"We have travelled forward in time....to India...the year here is 1940..." said OCELOT WOMAN...the Mighty and Sexy Amazon of Guyana....who was from the 21st Century. The five heroines gazed across the rooftops of Bombay as they surveyed the landscape of the strange place where the time sphere had taken them. "This is ten years into the future...It looks like a war is going on..." said GOLDEN PANTHER...the Gorgeous Glamazon from 1930 Glade City in Florida...as she noticed some British soldiers driving pas the building they were on.



Eagle Woman was fascinated by the sights and sounds of this future world...hundreds of years from her time...as were PANTHER WOMAN...the busty Heroine of the Incas from 1500 Peru...and SAMURAI WOMAN...the Sexy Swordswoman from Japan 1849. Looking up at the night sky...they saw airplanes flying overhead...while down on the streets...they observed cars...jeeps...trucks...men and women in strange attire to their own...moving around.



None of them knew what to expect when they joined Ocelot Woman on to stop their respective rivals who had been recruited by the busty Guyanese Amazon's enemy...Nina Rose...on a quest...which could have deadly consequences for the world and time itself. "So what's our next move Ocelot Woman?" asked Golden Panther as she turned to the busty Guyanese Amazon. Panther Woman, Eagle Woman and Samurai Woman did the same.



For a minute...Deanna did not say anything. This adventure was something she never thought she would be on. It seemed not too long ago she was just ordinary Deanna Chan...a policewoman...daughter of Stabroek New Editor-in-Chief Kim Parmasar-Chan and Stabroek News Photography Chief Johnny Chan. She had no idea that she had a super powered inheritance and in times of danger...could transform into Guyana's legendary champion...Ocelot Woman.



Deanna knew that she had to talk with her mother and father when she got home...but before that could happen she had to find a way to stop Nina Rose from damaging the very essence of reality by altering time itself. Standing before her were four of the most legendary heroines of their own time period...and they were looking to her...a relative novice for leadership. "Mom...

What would you do?" pondered Ocelot Woman as she thought about her mother Kim.



At that moment...Deanna felt her famous big puffy black nipples harden under her thin ocelot pelt leotard. "Ohh!!...My Ocelot Nipples are tingling!!..They are sensing evil close by!!" thought the busty Guyanese Amazon as she ran to the western edge of the rooftop they were on...in time to see a car with blackened rear windows exiting an alley just below and turning on to the street. "Right now we need to follow that car!...I have a feeling that is our lead to find Nina and her allies!" said Deanna.



"I'll fly ahead and track them...You ladies follow as fast as you can!" said Eagle Woman as she launched herself into the night sky and flew in pursuit of the car. Ocelot Woman, Golden Panther, Samurai Woman and Panther Woman followed...by running and leaping from rooftop to rooftop while keeping the beauteous Heroine of Texas in sight. Unaware that they were being followed...the occupants of the car...pulled into another alley...and drove towards the rear of a warehouse.



The doors of the warehouse were quickly opened and closed by a pair of armed men...wearing cloaks...and closed once they were inside. Once the car was inside...the four thugs inside of the vehicle got out. The two who were sitting in the rear of the vehicle...carrying the unconscious Tigress of India...her hands tied behind her back...her erotic bare feet tied together at the ankles...her large dark brown breasts swaying freely from side to side...with big bronze nipples and areolas atop their exposed summits...that were hard...shiny and erect...thanks to the use of chloroform.



They and their two comrades...got out of the front of the car...were greeted by a tall brawny man in the crimson uniform of the dreaded Thugees...a powerful criminal cult in India...who was bald and had a thick scar underneath his left eye. "Najib!...We have captured the Tigress as ordered!" said one of the thugs...as the unconscious and topless Indian superwoman was brought before him. "Excellent...The Master shall arrive soon...Her fate and that of the British major are in his hands now...Imprison her with him..so they may enjoy their final moments together..." ordered Najib.



10 pm


"Uhhhhh" groaned British Army Intelligence Major Gavin Stewart as he woke up with a dull throbbing pain in the back of his head. The last thing he remembered was being on his way to an important meeting with his boss...Colonel Roger McDonald...when he was ambushed by a group of masked men... being hit behind the head with some kind of heavy object and then nothing after that. Gavin shook his head slowly from side to side...as his military training kicked in...and he tried to figure out where he was and how to escape with the vital intelligence that he had.



The British major discovered he was locked in some kind of dimly lit room...and deduced it could be some kind of warehouse. His hands were tied behind his back with strong ropes...and his pistol had been taken off him by his captors. "I've got to find a way out of here...or find a way to alert someone of my location...so I could get some help..." thought Gavin as he looked around the room to find some way to escape.



As he looked around the British major realised he was not alone...as he noticed a shapely silhouette lying on the floor about ten feet away from him. Lifting himself off the floor...he made his way across to where the body of the woman was lying on the floor...to make his important discovery. "Blimey!" gasped Gavin as he gazed upon the curvaceous and muscular dark brown body of the Tigress of India.



The British major could not help but be fascinated by her large dark brown breasts...which were naked...and rising and falling slowly before him. He felt the growing desire to touch them...and particularly her big thick bronze nipples and the wide areolas which surrounded them....atop the summits of her massive mounds. Wrinkling his nose...he smelt a distinctive sickly sweet aroma emanating from the beauteous Indian superwoman's big bronze nipples and areolas...saw they were as hard and erect like the tops of ancient temples in India...and saw the way they seemed to glow in the darkness with a hazy aura.



She was lying on her back...her hands bound beneath her...her muscular legs stretched below her wide curvy waist.. her shapely ankles tied together with ropes. While the big breasted Indian heroine was beautiful to look at while she was asleep and the tiger pelt patches removed from the summits of her large dark brown breasts...revealing the most well defined and largest nipples and areolas he had seen on any woman...Gavin knew he could not allow her to remain that way.



Leaning towards her...the British major nudged the right side of the head of the sleeping Heroine of India...brushing a part of the thick mane of shiny black hair that was piled atop her head in a series of intricate weaves. "Tigress...Tigress can you hear me?...You've got to wake up love...We're in danger! said Gavin. His words caused the buxom Superwoman of India...to stir...and he saw her head roll slowly from side to side...her long lashed eyelids...beginning to flicker as she tried to rouse herself from her drug induced slumber.



Meanwhile...in the main assembly area within the warehouse...members of the secret sect of Thugees...sworn enemies of justice and all that was right in India...welcomed the arrival of their leader. He was a man...clad in crimson cloak and hood. His face was concealed behind a skull mask. "Mahar!!...Mahar!!...Mahar!!" cried the Thugees in unison with hands and weapons raised in the air. With a wave of his right gloved hand...the mysterious and malevolent Mahar commanded his loyal followers to be silent.



"Speak!!" he commanded Najib. "Major Stewart is our prisoner O Great Mahar!...We have the information he was carrying...Your great wisdom has also led us to capture the Tigress of India...as she searched to save the white soldier!" replied Najib. "Go and bring them forth!...I shall decide their fate!" commanded the Mahar. "You really want to settle for small victories or do you want a big one?!" quipped a woman's voice. "Who dares enter the presence of the Great Mahar?!!" boomed the skull-masked villain.



The majority of the Thugees turned in the direction of the woman's voice....drawing their swords,knives and clubs...cocking their pistols and rifles... while Najib and a group of Thugees slipped away to do as the Mahar ordered them. The villain rose from his throne...to see Nina Rose walking slowly towards him. She was followed by Lori Lancaster...with her tommy gun cocked and ready...Nozomi Hanzo with katana in hand...the Inca sorceress Elena...and the Texas villainess Minerva...watching the Mahar's men with suspicion.



"Who are you?!!..Speak or you die!!" declared the Mahar as his men kept their weapons trained and at the ready at this group of women who had somehow discovered his hideout and were daring to threaten him. "I know all about you Mahar...You're one of the most powerful men in this time in India...and that's why I want you to work for me!" replied Nina...her right hand lightly touching the holstered pistol attached to her left hip. "The Mahar serves no one!!...Least of all a woman!!...You shall be destroyed!!" declared the villain.



Unaware about the looming confrontation between their captors and the band of villainesses from different time periods...Major Gavin Stewart's sole intention was to awaken the busty Tigress of India...who had been taken prisoner when she was searching for him. Only her super powers could get them out of this fix they were in...but the British major noted from her reaction as she woke up that their captors had clearly anticipated her intervention. "Tigress...It's Major Stewart!

Can you hear me?" said Gavin with concern in his voice.



His worries eased slightly as he saw the big breasted Heroine of India's brown eyes slowly open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. ""Uuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Tigress as her brown eyes opened in the slits of her mask and she saw the face of the handsome British officer looking at her as her vision cleared. "Are you all right Tigress?" asked Gavin. "Uuuuuuh...Gavin...I...I think so...My
Bāgha nipalsa..Someone used chloroform on them...to knock me unconscious..." sighed Tigress.



"Your what?" asked the British major in a confused voice. The buxom Indian heroine...who unknown to Gavin he saw every day as secretary Diala Singh...saw the confusion in his eyes and sought to explain. "My Tiger Nipples Gavin...I know you stare often at them when criminals take off my tiger pelt patches...They are key to my super powers...They have no resistance to chloroform as you have probably deduced...When I am being put to sleep...I have a tendency to speak in English and Hindi...Where are we? What is happening?" asked Diala.



"I'm not sure where we are....but whoever it is...They must have close ties with the Nazis...and very interested in the information which I recently obtained...Thanks for coming after me Tigress but it looks like both of us have ended up being trapped..." said Gavin ruefully. "Do not lose hope Gavin...We are not defeated yet....I..." began Tigress. However she never finished the sentence as the door of the room in which they were locked...suddenly swung open.



The buxom Indian superwoman was startled to see two men of oriental descent approach them...and one struck Gavin on the right side of his head with a blackjack. "Uhhh!!" groaned the British major as he fell forward...was grabbed by the man who struck the blow and his comrade...and dragged away. "We take Stewart san now!!" said one of the men...identifying himself as Japanese. "Gavin!!..No!!...Must get free... Have to save him!!" cried Diala...who was worried about the safety of the man she secretly cared about and angry at the two Japanese men who were taking him away from her.



However before the captured Heroine of India could do anything...she was pinned to the floor on her back by two Thugees....and the Mahar's chief servant Najib knelt over her. "Save your concerns for yourself foolish female!!" sneered the brawny Thugee captain as he seized Diala's enormous dark brown breasts with both hands and began to squeeze them. "Aaaaaaaaaargh!!! My Tiger Nipples...

Bāgha nipalsa....Not fully recovered....Aaaaaaaaargh!!!...Pain...so much pain...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!"

groaned the buxom Indian superwoman as Najib squeezed her huge breasts like melons.



The beauteous Tigress of India groaned and wiggled helplessly on the floor of the warehouse...as Najib's coarse thumbs flattened her big bronze nipples into her wide bronze areolas. Still semi hard from the chloroform which had been rubbed all over them earlier...It was not long before Najib's efforts made her feel incredibly weak and overwhelmingly sleepy...and her struggles began to slow.



Najib smiled as he watched the struggles of the captive Indian superwoman slowing as he put the pressure on her big bronze nipples.... keeping them erect and hard. "Uuuuuuuunh...Tiger Nipples...


Bāgha nipalsa...hurt...Uuuuuuuunh....will be put to sleep...Cannot save Gavin....Cannot...stay...awake

...No...Uuuuuuunh" must fight...Uuuuuuuuunh....Uuuuuuuuunh" moaned the buxom Indian superwoman as Najib literally squeezed her large dark brown breasts...especially her big bronze nipples... with sheer brute force.



"Yes woman!...You shall soon sleep and then we have our way with you!!" gloated Najib as he brushed Diala's hard and erect big bronze nipples with his thumbs. "Uuuuuuuuuunh...A man..is touching my bare bagha nipalsa....That is my weakness...Hāṁ...Care about...Gavin Stewart...My Tiger Breasts...key to my strength..." blurted Diala...as her brown eyes started to close in the slits of her thin tiger pelt mask...as her strength faded...and she found it impossible to remain conscious. She was on the verge of blacking out...when Najib abruptly halted his actions...as the sounds of fighting were heard.


"What is happening?!...We are under attack?!" asked Najib aloud to the six Thugees who were with him..as they readied their guns. They never got a chance to use them...as a shapely seven foot woman...clad in an iron silver bra which barely contained her huge white breasts...and an iron silver panty covering her loins. Burst into the room. Before the Thugees could act...the busty Heroine of Japan called Samurai Woman whipped out her gleaming S-katana...and sent four of them sprawling along the floor of the warehouse with a single sweep. She took out the last two with a combination of kicks.


The distraction gave Diala the chance she needed to get her big bronze nipples and areolas to relax...and her tiger pelt patches reappeared to cover them. Flexing her muscular arms and legs.... the Tigress of india broke free of the ropes binding her...and sent Najib sprawling along the ground with a left fist to the jaw. As the buxom Indian superwoman got up....Samurai Woman sheathed her sword and approached her. "Are you all right?...Come with me...My friends and I..." began Yukio as she extended her right to the Tigress.


However when Diala looked at Yukio...and realised she was Japanese...she remembered the very same persons...had just abducted her beloved Gavin. "No!!...Get away!!" declared Tigress in anger as she drove her right fist into the surprised Samurai Woman's jaw. "Uunnnh!!" groaned Yukio...who was knocked off her erotic bare feet by the blow...and went crashing into some nearby wooden crates. Leaping over her fallen form...Tigress ran out of the room...and out of the warehouse...oblivious to the fighting taking place inside..

with only one thing on her mind...rescuing Gavin Stewart from the clutches of the Japanese.


To be continued.