Tiger Woman of India in Slave of the Iman 2


Reporter Khail Khan argued with G.G.Gupta in the editor's office at the "New Delhi Times." "Sonia has been gone for two days," he shouted. "Somebody named Sabrina, claiming to be a photographer from this paper, disappeared from the American Embassy dance. Listen to this wire tap of Maludi and his lawyer Das I got from a police buddy." Khan flipped on a tape machine. It had Das saying "We can kill Khan wherever we want…now that the female problem has been shipped to the Imam in Abeejar."


Khan flipped off the machine and said, "Maybe Maludi wanted to blackmail the paper or me. I think Sabrina was Sonia in disguise...she changed to Tiger Woman to follow me...against my instructions... and she is in the hands of a Muslim fanatic." To himself, Khan thought worriedly, "Sonia's weakness is well known and that means Tiger Woman is in big trouble."


"I agree with you the tape is incriminating" nodded the sage Gupta, "the police have put Das and Maludi in jail, based on their threats to your life. But Abeejar is off limits to the world, nobody can get in or out." Khan become even more upset, yelling. "Then what are we going to do to save Sonia? She is going to become part of that monster's harem of sex slaves! "Calm down my friend," smiled Gupta, "I care for Sonia as well."


Into the office walked Neena Dasai, an attractive young woman in an emerald business suit. "You called boss?," she said, smiling at Khan. "Yes, you did a story on the sex slaves of the Imam about a year ago didn't you?" Yes," recalled Dasai, "it is horrible. Women are kept against their will, drugged, brainwashed, blackmailed, to serve the Imam." "As I recall," said Gupta, seeing Khan's face light up with hope, "you had some sources in the palace, women who talked but did not want to be identified?"


"Yes," she said, "there are some brave souls in the country and the palace who want to see this devil destroyed." "Keep this a secret, but we have reason to believe that Sonia Gan has been shipped off to the Imam," said Gupta. Shocked, Dasai looked at Khan with sympathy and said, "that is terrible, I will do what I can." "Tell me if you contact anyone who knows about Sonia," said Khan, who was still worried, but felt less helpless.


As for Tiger Woman, she was truly helpless, regaining consciousness deep in the bowels of the Imam's palace, lying on a divan in a small room. Her feet and hands were spread apart, tied to wooden posts. When her vision cleared, she saw she was no longer in her Tiger Woman costume, but naked, except for a bra made of ornate black silk covering the enormous mounds of her chest and a black silk panty tucked over her crotch. She looked up when she heard the shuffling of a person walking towards her, a woman in a colorful silk robe.


"My name is Circe," she explained, "the high priestess who prepares women for the blessed seed of the Imam." "I have no interest in the Imam or his damned seed," retorted Tiger Woman with haughty anger. "I demand you let me go." "But the Imam has an interest in you, beautiful one" snapped Circe. "It is a great honor. He paid the infidel much money to bring you here to us. His children will have the power you possess." Sonia struggled with the ropes, her well defined muscles straining to break free.


"Without your tiger belt you are ours," sneered Circe. "The infidel told us about your vulnerability to chloroform and erotic stimulation." Six hooded figures, each carrying a bottle and silk cloths walked silently into the room. "Chloroform has been mixed into all of our customary oils of obedience and charmed aphrodisiacs, the most potent in the world," the priestess said with confidence. "No woman has ever escaped. The Imam is anxious to begin."


The six figures, three men and three women, approached Tiger Woman's sexy body, which was twisting and turning on the divan, her mighty breasts shaking from the effort, shiny with perspiration. "No! Stay away!" Sonia cried. Suddenly the posts at her feet were raised, bringing her powerful thighs and graceful feet up into the air. A man removed the silk over her crotch. A woman removed the silk bra. They were impressed with the perfection of what they saw. Twelve hands began to massage her erogenous zones with sweet smelling oils. The cloths they used differed with the part of the body they were trained arouse. The cloths used to circle her nipples were rough. The cloths for the tender flesh on the insides of her thighs were soft.


"Uunnhh..Must not…give in…must not think impure thoughts…keep awake," said Sonia unconvincingly. "Those who do not arouse you will die" said Circe, watching as the robed figures paid special attention to Tiger Woman's huge breasts, each touch of the cloth draining the woman's remaining strength. Her nipples became slick and stiff under the relentless strokes of wily hands. The robed figures began to press into her breasts, finding tension points and caressing them away with the oils. "Ahhh…Ahhh… feel so weak," moaned Sonia, "forbidden thoughts…man's touch…on breasts."


"So…much…pleasure…can't fight…mind…filling with impure thoughts," gasped the sleepy Tiger Woman, who no longer even tried to break the ropes. Her eyes were glazed and droopy. "Tamer…tell them secrets…love-making…all I think," she said, her body relaxing into a dreamy erotic slavery, "they best in world in making woman turned on."


The high priestess smiled. The powerful one was falling under their control. For many minutes the robed ones concentrated on the Tiger Woman's impressive thighs, their hands spreading oils over hard muscles that became soft and weak when slowly caressed. They had been bred for only one purpose, to know how to pleasure a woman who was ordained to be a willing container for the seed of the Imam.


Finally, with Sonia's body glistening and aroused, all six attendants centered on the Tiger Woman's vagina. Her pubic hair was stroked and massaged. She became wet, wetter than she had ever been before."Uhhhh..uhhh… feel so weak…want man's touch…must have man's touch," Sonia moaned, her body bucking up and down, no longer able to control her intense erotic urges, wiggling her sensuous hips up and down, anxious to be entered.


"And now, to prepare you for the Imam," said the High Priestess. She brought out a tiny bottle and carefully poured a few drops onto a pad. She placed the pad over her vagina, gently rubbing her most sensitive spot, letting it soak in. "Not much left of this ancient enchanted potion," she explained, looking at the Tiger Woman's submissive face, "this guarantee your power will be transferred to the children of the Imam."


Hearing that, Sonia called on all her remaining strength she had left and tried to move her crotch away from the pad, shaking her curvy hips. "What!" cried Circe, amazed. The robed figures backed away with fear. No woman had ever been able to refuse the potion! Circe sent four of the robed figures away with a hand signal.


"The Imam will be very displeased," the priestess snapped, walking to the end of the room and picking up the tiger belt. She held it in front of Sonia's face and began to move it up and down. Meanwhile, the two robed figures stroked the Tiger Woman's breasts slowly and deeply, their hands slick with chloro-oil.


"Not…be container for Imam…not give him power…to kill…fight for justice," protested the valiant Sonia, who could not take her eyes off the glistening tiger head on the buckle of her belt. "Sleep…sleep…Tiger Woman," said Circe as she saw Sonia's face relax and her eyes widen. "When you awaken you will not fight the potion, you will obey and carry the seed of the Imam."


Tiger Woman's breasts had absorbed so much of the oil and the chloroform they were filled with explosions of pleasure. Her will to resist vanished as the robed ones licked her nipples hard.


"I will…be…container…for …seed…must…have man's touch," she whispered, defeated. "Yes," said Circe, holding the tiger belt up to Sonia's beautiful face, filling her light brown eyes with hypnotic flickers of light, making sure that she was not pretending. "We will let you sleep, feed you, and then bring the Imam. And you will not resist him."


"Not…resist…will do as you command" whimpered Sonia before drifting into unconsciousness. Her feet were lowered to the ground. "I will tell the Imam to be patient," said Circe out loud, looking at Tiger Woman with disdain. "I would kill you, but for the power to conquer the infidels you will give the Imam."


A few hours later, a robed woman came in to feed Tiger Woman from a bowl. But she immediately told the Hindu heroine not to eat. The food was drugged. "I am a friend, come to help," she said quietly. Sonia tried to gather her fatigued wits. "You must get my tiger belt, without its power I am lost. Next time, I will not be able to resist." "The high priestess has the belt at all times, but I will try," answered the woman.


"What is your name?" said Sonia. "Belinda," the woman answered, raising her hood to reveal her face. She was ugly, with a big nose, thick lips, and blotchy skin. "Those who are not beautiful like you the Imam makes into life long servants," she explained. "We are kept celibate, so the ugliness not spread." They heard voices and Belinda put her hood back over her head. "If I save you," she whispered, "you must help me and the others escape." "By the spirit of Parvati I will," Tiger Woman said..


"Stay here and help," Circe ordered Belinda. Once again the six robed figures, bottles and cloths in hand, entered the room. "You will join with the Imam, the tiger belt commands it," exclaimed the impatient high priestess, holding the belt in her hand. "I will destroy this evil!," responded Tiger Woman, heartened by having a friend in the room. "We will see," said Circe, holding the belt in front of Sonia's beautiful face. "Look at the light," she said. Tiger Woman's eyes immediately began to flicker. Each use of the belt made it harder for her to fight its power. "Each touch will give you uncontrollable pleasure, you can not resist," ordered Circe. Sonia's eyes widened and she answered slowly, "I obey, mistress."


She signaled the robed ones to arouse the heroine into a sexual frenzy. And they did, each fearing for his or her life, drawing the remaining power and will out of Tiger Woman. After some minutes, Circe approached her vagina with the potion and rubbed it over her most sensitive spots. Sonia could not resist, only moan in mindless pleasure. "I will hold the potion on you long," laughed Circe, "so it will be deeply absorbed. There is no escape."


The robed ones prepared the groggy Tiger Woman to be mounted by the Imam. Her long muscular legs were lowered and spread wide apart. A pillow was placed under the small of her back. "Leave and tell the guardians to bring the Imam," said Circe, who placed the tiger belt behind her on a table. The robed ones walked out. Belinda stepped by the table and grabbed the belt. Circe turned her back for a moment and the servant placed the belt around the waist of Tiger Woman. "You both will die!," screamed Circe who, turning around, tossed a poisoned dart at Belinda's neck. The girl slumped to the ground.


"By the Power of Parvati!" shouted Tiger Woman, power surging through her fabulous body, the tiger skin leotard and mask appearing on her. She easily snapped her arms free and flew over to Circe, who was aiming another poison dart. "You like the Imam so much," snapped Sonia, "you bear his brats." She ripped off Circe's robe, revealing the shriveled body of a spinster. She tossed the protesting Circe on the divan, tying her arms and legs to the wooden posts. "And so your power will become the Imam's," she laughed, "take this." She emptied the small bottle of potion on her crotch, rubbed it in, and then smashed the bottle.


Tiger Woman heard a groan and knelt down beside Belinda. "I am dying Tiger Woman," she gasped, "but do not forget your promise. Free the women from the Imam's slavery. Down the corridor to the left. "You have the word of Parvati," Sonia said, tears in her light brown eyes.


The door opened and the fat and old and naked Imam, his member messaged to hardness by two beautiful woman who were not to leave his side, entered the room. The robed guards on each side of him were startled. "Seed planting time!," chuckled Sonia, her hands on her hips, sleek legs slightly apart. "But I am not going to be harvested." Racing forward, she grabbed the Imam and threw him on top of Circe. The two howled in pain. The Hindu heroine than kicked the guards against the wall and headed out of the room.


She opened a door down the hall and saw over a hundred women, many massaging each other into erotic submission. "You are free!," Tiger Woman shouted, "leave here immediately." The women stampeded out of the room. When she was sure the victims of the Imam were safe, Sonia picked up a torch and set fire to the space, flying through other rooms in the palace as well, setting all of it ablaze, occasionally kicking robed guards, who were trying to defend the palace, unconscious. When she saw smoke issuing from all the windows of the palace Sonia headed skyward, home to New Delhi and Khail.


Later that day, Khail walked into the New Delhi Times offices looking for the desk of Neena Desai, anxious to hear any news about Sonia. He could not contain his joy when, in front of his eyes, there was his sweetheart, talking to the reporter. He swept Sonia into his strong arms and kissed her passionately. "You are safe," Khail said smiling, "I was so worried." Desai looked on with amusement. "I should leave you two lovebirds," she said. "Thank you again for your help," said Sonia with great emotion, "I would not have escaped without the help of Tiger Woman and Belinda. I am sorry she didn't survive."


Neena nodded and said, "thanks for the tip about the destruction of the palace and the Imam. It is a story I am eager to cover." She walked away. Khail asked, "tell me what happened, how were you kidnapped, what about the Imam?" "All will be answered my love," said Sonia. "But first I owe you an apology. You were right to be mad at Tiger Woman for showing off her body to the cameramen." Khail looked puzzled. "One does not have to be beautiful to be brave," Sonia said, thinking of Belinda.


"Let's have dinner so I can fill you in," Sonia went on, taking Khail's hand and leading him down the hall, "but first I want your help to go through the files and make an info check on the computer." "What are you looking for?" asked Khail. "Anything about a white slaver called the Tamer and his partner, Gunga," Sonia whispered, a steely glow in her beautiful eyes.


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