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Tiger Woman of India in Slave of the Iman New Delhi, India 1 pm New Delhi Times reporter Khail Khan ran down one of the city's dirty alley ways pursued by three knife-wielding thugs. He reached a dead end and turned around, fists up, ready to fight for his life. "You aren't going to put Mr. Maludi behind bars," one of the burly men sneered as approached with a long knife. "You won't live to testify at the trial." Khan kicked the man in the gut, but the other two goons quickly grabbed the arms of the frightened reporter. "You have written your last story," said the man who had been kicked, getting to his feet, his knife racing towards Khan's heart. Suddenly, the knife stopped in mid-air. The man turned around, and his jaw-dropped at what he saw standing at his side. A 22-year -old Indian woman of enormous beauty, dressed in a leotard of tiger skin, a golden belt circling her small waist, held his arm. With the other hand she was waving a finger in his face, as if she was scolding a naughty child. The other men dropped Khan's arms at the incredible sight of the woman's long mane of jet black hair, plump breasts... knockout figure, enormous thighs, and powerful calves...erotic bare feet "This has gone on far enough," said the Tiger Woman of India. She took the blade and bent it. The other men made a run for it, but she flicked them against the walls as if they were insects. She picked up the man in front of her and tossed him aside. "Thank you, Sonia," Khail said with irritation in his voice, "but it's becoming embarrassing. You have saved me from Maludi's men five times this week. I can take care of myself." as he spoke to the famous Indian superwoman...who was secretly his girlfriend and partner...Sonia Gan. "Ever since you wrote the story exposing Maludi's syndicate there has been a death sentence on your head," said Tiger Woman... seeing some reporters and cops running down the alley. "With the trial so close, and your testimony so crucial, I am keeping an eye you. And I want the world to know it." The reporters stopped and took out their note pads and cameras. "I want Maludi to know I looking after this courageous reporter," she said. The photographers could barely hide their glee at having such a curvaceous babe in front of them. "Hey, super beauty," said one of the cameramen, "fly up in the air so we can get a shot." Complimented, Sonia drifted skyward, her great tanned breasts hanging overhead, gently shaking in the breeze, her silky smooth legs, each muscle defined, her erotic bare feet..flexing in the air. "Man," said one of the cameramen, "there isn't a bad angle to this babe, she is all sex." Hearing that Tiger Woman smiled and flew away, leaving Khail fuming. He thought she was treating his trouble as a cheesy photo opportunity. Meanwhile, Maludi was also very angry. "What does it take to kill one reporter!" he screamed at his lawyer, Das, who responded with a shrug. "He is protected by Tiger Woman," Das said, explaining the obvious, "she can fly, she can't be hurt, and she is as strong as 20 or 30 strong men." "So are you telling me I go to jail!," shouted the short, fat, and ugly Maludi. "No," said the patient Das, "it means we can't get at Khan until we eliminate Tiger Woman. And I have found someone who will do that for free." "What!" bellowed Maludi. "I have been contacted by a man called the Tamer," explained Das. "Billionaires pay him to capture powerful women and deliver them as docile sex slaves." "He can capture the Tiger Woman and turn her into a kitten?" Maludi asked with hope in his voice. "He has kidnapped extra strong heroines before. A buyer is offering millions for Tiger Woman." "So how can we help this Tamer?," asked a calmed Maludi. "Khan is covering tomorrow's opening of the new American embassy," responded Das. "You were going to attempt to kill him there. But you won't." Maludi reacted with surprise. "The Tamer thinks Tiger Woman will be hanging around Khan," explained the lawyer, "he sees an opportunity to trap her when she least expects it, in disguise and in a public place." Maludi laughed at the prospect of the heroine being captured in front of the reporter's nose. "The Tamer is a consumate professional," said Das with admiration, "and for all her strength, Tiger Woman has one weakness. Tomorrow, she thinks we will be after Khan, but the Tamer will be hunting her." Back at Khan's apartment the next afternoon, Sonia Gan laughed to herself as she listened to Khail's temper tantrum. He was waving newspapers with pictures of Tiger Woman on the front, with captions running underneath them such as "As Sexy as She is Strong!" and "India's Hot Heroine!" "What is wrong with me showing off my body," said Sonia with a smile...dressed in a baggy t-shirt and slacks. "You like it a lot." "You made a spectacle of yourself yesterday," he blustered, afraid to admit he was jealous. "It is too much. What's more, I am invited to the American Embassy dance tonight and I am not taking you. Tiger Woman, take a night off!" Khan went into the next room to cool off. Sonia heard the bedroom door slam and left. She had some shopping to do before she could put her plan into action. "Tiger Woman will be at the dance, protecting her beloved Khail, but he would not know it. This will be fun," thought Sonia, feeling mischievous. "Hello, American Embassy," Sonia said over the phone a couple of hours later...after Khail had left. "My name is Sabrina, a photographer for the New Delhi Times. I am assigned to take pictures at the dance tonight for the paper." She was given permission to come. "Ah," said Sonia, kicking off her shoes as put down the phone, "that was easy." Sonia stood up and intoned "By the Power of Parvati," which transformed the mousy young reporter into the amazing Tiger Woman. The heroine's Bengal Tiger leotard barely covered shapely muscles and an enormous bust. Her golden belt had a shiny tiger emblem on the buckle, her light brown eyes flickered behind a tiger skin mask that couldn't disguise her beauty. "Now to make myself into someone Khail won't recognize," she chuckled to herself. She wound cloths tightly around her breasts, squeezing them as flat as she could. "They are still pretty big," she admitted, "but a very baggy blouse will make them look smaller." Then she tucked her raven tresses under a dumpy brown wig. To make herself look fat, she wrapped some towels around her thighs and rear before donning oversized slacks. Next, Sonia put on makeup that made her face look parched and white. She also put on a big pair of green glasses. "That does it," Tiger Woman said to herself, admiring her ugly looks in the mirror "No way Khail will recognize me in this outfit. No man will pay me a bit of attention." She left for the dance, passing through security with ease. She took pictures of the important socialites of New Delhi, dressed up, dancing and drinking in a wood paneled hall. She noticed the men at the party completely ignored her. "So this is what it feels like to be unattractive," she thought. She even took a photo of Khail, who was dancing, a little to close, with a pretty young woman. He barely looked at her. She didn't dare talk to him because he might recognize her voice. "Wait till I tell him about this later and show him the photo," giggled Sonia. She figured she's take pictures until the festivities were over, or at least until Khail left. So far it looked as if Maludi wasn't going to try anything. Sitting in one of the corner tables near the dance floor a large bearded man and his smaller, wiry companion wearing a turban were whispering to each other. "Gunga," said the large one, "the photographer must be our prey. She is from the same newspaper Khan works for and she is very, very ugly. That is how Tiger Woman would disguise herself...if she were hoping to stay incognito" Gunga nodded his head. "Yes, Tamer, I have looked carefully. The other women here have neither the athletic body nor beauty of the Tiger Woman." "Bring the suitcase into the room by the other corner," ordered the Tamer, "and prepare. It is time to tranquilize the unsuspecting tiger." The larger man approached Sonia from behind, quickly taking out a spray can and spraying around both sides of his neck. "Would you care to dance, young woman?" he asked as Sonia turned around, surprised at an invitation from such a handsome and powerful looking man, probably in his mid 30s. She felt a twinge of excitement in her breasts and between her thighs. "I see you taking pictures all the time, why not enjoy yourself a little," he said, lifting the camera out of her hand and putting his hands firmly around her waist. It was a slow dance and Sonia figured it would be ok, especially since Khail was still flirting with the pretty girl she saw him dancing with earlier. Before she knew it, the man was pressing his hand against her neck, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. "That's a nice cologne you are wearing," she said, though Sonia thought it was much too sweet and strong a scent. Suddenly Tiger Woman began to feel weak, light-headed. Something was very wrong. "What…is…let…me…go," Sonia uttered, but she couldn't raise her head. Her neck was numb. The man's hand was pressing on a nerve. She could barely speak because he kept her head, especially her nose and lips, pressed against his shoulder. The smell of the cologne grew overwhelming. He was holding her so tightly against his chest... her plump breasts were chafing against the cloth wrapped around them. Her nipples were aroused, rubbing again and again against his wide body. Tiger Woman's legs began to wobble and her arms felt like water, slipping to her sides. She was losing the strength to stand up or to call for help. "Help…mmumph…help...mmumph…help," Sonia tried to shout to the other dancers. The room began to spin around her. Her legs were dragging on the floor, but no one noticed. The Tamer danced with her to the back of the room, all the while making his bear hug stronger, so she would breathe the sleep cologne deeper into her lungs. "No one can hear you," whispered the Tamer to the struggling Sonia, "the music is too loud and Khan is talking to a pretty woman. You will soon be under my control, Tiger Woman." Sonia's brown eyes jumped open for a moment. So it was a trap! Then they slowly drooped as the cologne made her sleeper. She tried, for a final time, to call out for help, but all she could do was "mmumph" softly. Smiling in triumph, the Tamer carried the flaccid body of Sonia though an open door, which Gunga immediately locked behind them. The door was thick and the party loud. No one would hear what went on. "She is a very, very strong one," warned the Tamer. Gunga took out a spray can and doused a thick surgical pad with the sedative mixture, wrapping it tightly around the face of Tiger Woman before carrying her, in his arms, over to a chair. "Along with the chloro cologne, sexual stimulation weakens her" instructed the Tamer, as he unbuttoned Sonia's blouse. He smiled when he saw the cloths wrapped tightly around Sonia's breasts. He signaled Gunga, who reached behind her and pulled the cloths as tight as he could. "UHHHH…UHHHH…EEEEah.." moaned the Hindu heroine, dizzy from the pain surging through her breasts. They felt if they were being crushed "Now to make them feel pleasure as well as pain," said the Tamer. He sprayed generous amounts of the chloro cologne on the cloths over her breasts and began to stroke them steadily with his thumbs. The material, tight against her cleavage, rubbed against her nipples, which became as hard as bullets. "Ahhh…my weakness…man's touch…pain…pleasure…so sleepy… think impure thoughts.. so turned on," Sonia gasped. After a few minutes, The Tamer signaled Gunga to release her breasts and dab her face with the chloro cologne. "Chloroform and sexual stimulation make you weak," he said to the woozy Tiger Woman, whose head drooped on her chest. "Can you lose your super powers, your ability to fly ?" "Yes," said Sonia, drugged and sexually aroused into submission. "Remove my tiger belt, without it I am normal." The Tamer quickly unbuttoned the woman's slacks and pulled them down around her knees. He saw the thick towels wrapped around the Tiger Woman's thighs and bottom to disguise their perfection. He also noticed the shiny tiger's head on the buckle of her belt. He came up with a diabolical plan that would not only make Tiger Woman easy to transport, but would make her unable to escape her new owner. "Gunga, pour chloroform on the towels around her thighs and waist," the Tamer said. Meanwhile, he removed the belt and examined it closely. Gunga dampened the cloths with the extra-potent anesthetic and rubbed her muscular legs. The cloths coated her sensuous thighs with the sleep drug. She wiggled and tried to rise out of the chair, but she was too weak. Gunga pushed her back in to the chair. "Ahhh…I defeat myself…towels wet with chloroform…impure thoughts…only think of love-making," moaned Sonia. After a few minutes, Gunga gently opened Tiger Woman's legs and sprayed the chloro cologne on the bottom of her tiger skin leotard. She was already wet, and she swooned with pleasure as he slipped his hand under the bottom of the leotard and over her thick pubic hair, rubbing the sleep mixture into her most private parts. "Must sleep…losing consciousness…you trap me good… no one do it better" confessed Tiger Woman, who was almost doubled over with fatigue. "Not yet," said the Tamer, who told Gunga to go behind the chair and massage the Indian Adverturess's enormous breasts, draining them of whatever strength they had left. "Have you been hypnotized before?" the Tamer asked. "Yes," Sonia said hesitantly, though she added with pride that "I always break out of the spell." "I am sure you do, you are a super heroine," quipped the Tamer. "But have you even been hypnotized by… your own tiger belt?" "No," Sonia said with reluctance, fighting to keep silent. "Can you break the hypnotic spell cast by your own magic belt?" said the Tamer, who was confident of the answer, but wanted to hear Tiger Woman admit her vulnerability. "No," Sonia said quietly, her eyes fluttering behind the slits of her mask, "I will remain under its spell." The Tamer nodded to Gunga, who put a hand on Sonia's forehead, pulling her drowsy face up. With his other hand, he continued to stroke her breasts slowly, keeping them aroused, the nipples erect. "Continue doing that Gunga, it keeps her weak," said the Tamer as he lifted the belt up to Sonia's face. "Ahh…Ahhh…feel so helpless…can not save Khail…will be captured… made to obey," sputtered the helpless Hindu heroine. "Look at the light from the tiger belt, beautiful one," said the Tamer, moving the tiger head on the buckle up and down so it sparked with the reflection from a nearby lamp. "Look at your tiger belt…keep looking…there you will find sleep…look at the belt… think impure thoughts…they are overpowering," chanted the Tamer, who brought the enchanted belt closer and closer to Sonia's light brown eyes, which grew larger and larger. "Yes…belt…light…must…sleep…man's touch…belt…tell me…to …sleep," Tiger Woman said in a tired monotone. "You know my weakness…chloroform…forbidden thoughts…belt tells me to obey." The Hindu heroine, her eyes filled with the magic light of the belt, was drained of her will. "Listen carefully, Tiger Woman, " commanded the Tamer. "You will leave with me. Make no attempt to escape or signal anyone, including the reporter. Gunga and I will guide you to my car." He thought for a moment and added, "each time you go under the spell of the belt your will becomes weaker." Tiger Woman nodded and said, dreamily, "I obey." The Tamer flipped open his cell phone and called Das the lawyer. "It worked perfectly," he said in triumph. "Her clumsy disguise, as an ugly fat woman, helped us capture her. She is under a very strong hypnotic spell. My client will be able to do what he wishes." "And what about Khan?" asked Das. "Kill him whenever you want," snapped the Tamer looking at the Tiger Woman, who didn't react at his words. She sat stiffly, if she was a sleepwalker. "Let's get her clothes back on her, Gunga," instructed the Tamer, "so we can leave in a way that will alert no one anything is wrong." At the dance, Khail noticed the unattractive photographer walking out with two men, one large and muscular, the other small and wearing a turban. One was walking on each side of her, holding her arms up, as if she was drunk. He didn't think much of it, especially because he had a few drinks. And he was regaling an attractive woman about his exploits as a reporter, especially the time he saved Tiger Woman from certain death. Sonia and her captors drove to the airport, where they entered the Tamer's private jet, which took off immediately. The super heroine was told to lie down on the bed in a huge living compartment. "Let's see what our guest looks like without her silly disguise," the Tamer remarked to Gunga, who removed Sonia's baggy blouse and slacks. He got a knife and cut the cloth binding her breasts. After he rolled down her tiger skin leotard, Sonia's great tits burst out of their confinement. He took off the wig, revealing Tiger Woman's long, gorgeous raven tresses. He then slipped the towels off her long legs and curvy back. He wiped the make-up off her face, disclosing its natural beauty. "She is magnificent," gasped the Tamer, taking in the sensual and tanned breasts, the smooth skin, and the huge muscular thighs, which looked strong but remained shapely and feminine. Gunga agreed, looking with undisguised lust at the large mounds on her chest. The undressing has awakened Sonia from the spell. She stretched out on the bed, shaking her head to clear it of cobwebs and stroking her sore breasts, which had been under tight wraps for hours. "Must feel good to let them bounce free," laughed the Tamer, signaling Gunga to prepare a chloroform pad. "Yes," Tiger Woman said with a laugh, before she realized her plight. "Who are you…Where am I?…What have you done to me?," she asked, demanding answers. Gunga climbed behind her on the bed as the Tamer explained. "I capture women for rich men who offer me enormous sums of money. This is my jet and we, my partner Gunga and myself, are taking you to Abeejar, where you will become the property of the Iman." At this, Tiger Woman sat up, ready to fight, when she felt for her belt. She looked at the Tamer with anger. "Where is my tiger belt?" " I have your belt," he said calmly. "Let me bring it to you." Suddenly, Gunga reached from behind and placed a chloroform pad on Sonia's chest. Another hand circled around her waist and pulled her over. "What is this?…chloroform…no…impure thoughts," cried Sonia desperately as Gunga stroked her nipples with the sleep drug until they became semi-hard and slick. She was too disoriented to put up much resistence, her hands slipping off Gunga's wiry but strong wrists. The Tamer came forward with the belt, making sure the overhead light was shining on the golden tiger head. He sat on the side of the bed and shook the buckle slowly in front of Sonia's desperate eyes. She tried to turn her head away, but Gunga clamped a hand on her forehead, forcing her to look straight at the mesmerizing shine. "There's no escape, helpless one" said the Tamer. He could see the flickering light in the pupils of her eyes. With each flicker, the blaze grew larger and larger, she blinked more and more, and her will became weaker and weaker. "I will share all I know with the Iman," he said while continuing to move the belt up and down in a regular rhythm before Tiger Woman's drooping eyes,using his words to keep the heroine distracted. "No…must save Khail…fight evil…not become Iman's slave," said Sonia weakly, her eyes opening wider, her nipples becoming harder and harder under Gunga's relentless brushing. "Khan is a dead man," snapped the Tamer. "As for you, Indian beauty, it is a shame. You are so young. The Iman knows how to enslave women forever, none have ever escaped his grasp, no matter how powerful. And he wants your superpowers for his own," confessed the Tamer. "Feel so strange," whimpered Tiger Woman, her head wobbling, "I want to do whatever you say…breasts fill with pleasure when I do what you say." The Tamer reached under her tiger skin leotard and began stroking her vagina. "With each stroke, you will feel even more pleasure," he ordered, "more pleasure than you have ever felt before." He stroked deeply and Tiger Woman, under the spell of her own belt, began to writhe on the bed, her legs kicking up and down, her hips wiggling, her arms waving. "Never…felt…such…pleasure," she gasped with joy, "must have man's touch…serve man's touch." She spread her legs wide apart and bent her knees, moving her hips up and down to the seductive rhythm of the Tamer's powerful strokes. "Gunga and I would love to take you," said the Tamer with regret, continuing to rub the submissive Sonia into a sexual frenzy. "But the Iman would kill us if we violated such valuable merchandise." "Ahhhh…Ahhhh," Sonia responded, too weak to move or think, surrendering to the waves of pleasure, wanting only to be possessed. "Sleep until I awaken you, hours from now, in the Iman's palace," commanded the Tamer, his thumb playfully stroking the outside of her leotard, over her wet crotch. "Sleep…must…man commands it," she whispered. Her eyes closed and she drifted off into unconsciousness. The Tamer signaled Gunga to stop caressing Tiger Woman's breasts. "Once I give the Iman and his servants this," said the Tamer, holding the tiger belt in front of Gunga, "she will never escape. She will be out until I awaken her, so let's get some sleep. We deserve it, she is one of the most powerful we have trapped." Gunga slid his hand down the chest of the sleeping heroine, feeling her soft nipples stiffen one last time. The jet flew through the night toward the Middle East with its helpless cargo, Tiger Woman, while the Iman waited for the delievery of the woman who would bear him supermen. To be continued Cast of characters Neha Kapur as Sonia Gan/Tiger Woman Kunal Nayyar as Khail Khan Jackie Shroff as The Tamer |
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