Trinidad 1990

The alarm in the jewellery store in Port-of-Spain blared its unmistakeable message as a pair of masked hoodlums made their exit and dashed down a narrow sidestreet. "We gotta make tracks fast before the cops show up" one said.

"I don't think you need to worry about the police punks!" a woman's voice declared. The two robbers froze in their tracks as they saw a shapely young woman saunter out of the shadows to confront them. She was clad in a skimpy two piece tiger print bikini which accentuated every aspect of her femininity while her identity was concealed behind a tiger print mask. "Fuck!! ... It's the Tigress!!" one robber snarled and dropping his sack he lunged at the heroine with a switchblade. The wicked blade aimed directly at the curvaceous catwoman's incredible cleavage.

Side-stepping her lust-driven opponent, Tigress rendered him senseless with a right chop to the back of his neck. His companion was distracted by a brief glimpse of the black pubic hairs hidden under the sexy she-cat's tiger print underwear before the ball of her erotic left foot smacked him hard in the chin. His eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed to the ground in a heap.

"You boys should'nt be so intimidated ... I am the sexiest superheroine around" the Tigress quipped as she dragged them and their sacks of loot to the front of the jewelry store to await collection by the police. Two hours later, a couple who had parked at a popular lookout point in Morvant, found themselves surrounded by a gang of four robbers demanding their valuables.

"Don't you punks have anything better to do?!" Tigress quipped as she alighted on to the scene.
"Yeah... like screwing you!" one robber growled and charged towards the shapely superheroine with a raised cutlass. Grabbing hold of his cutlass hand, she hurled him over her shoulder and hard into a nearby tree. A devastating right roundhouse kick kayoed two more advancing bandits while the last one fled. "Next time be more careful admonished the teenage lovers. As she departed the 18-year-old boy could not help gawking at Tigress' well-defined butt until his girlfriend brought him back to reality with a slap to the face.

And so the trend continued over the following two weeks. Every day, there was some story on the Sentinel Newspaper about another criminal activity being busted by the mysterious Tigress. At police headquarters, the bikini-clad crimefighter was the topic of discussion in the squad room. "Man that chick's got boobs this big!" one uniformed patrolman said gesturing with his hands. "No way... She's got legs like a racehorse" a detective remarked.

Far removed from the gossip in the squad room, Detective Chris Kane glanced at the front page of the Sentinel and the photo of the Tigress. He tossed it aside and focused on the files on his desk. Considered a lone wolf by his colleagues and superiors, few dared to mess with Kane given what they knew and did not know about his background. He knew the rash of crimes was a forerunner to something else. Kane did not know what but had a good idea who but he just couldnt prove it.

Meanwhile at the offices of St John Enterprises, CEO Luis St John sat in rapt attention at the presentation being made before him by Sentinel advertising agent Rima Ramoutar. However the 48-year-old dark-haired entrepreneur was equally interested in the presenter. Rima cut an elegant although conservative figure in her black jacket, white cotton shirt, black slacks and pumps. The gleam of her shoulder length black hair was matched by that in her brown eyes and the curvature of her cherry-red lips.

"I think we can do business together Miss Ramoutar... Would you care to join me for a function at my house in Westmoorings tonight?... We can talk more then. . ?" St John offered. "I'm not sure Mr St John... We should really do this in a more formal setting" Rima replied. The businessman stood up and took Rima's hands in his, stopping her from packing her briefcase.

Rima suddenly felt a rush of heat which caused her nipples to harden slightly under her shirt and a slight throb in her genitals. "Well... since you put it that way Mr St John... All right" she agreed.
"Fine... 7. 30... and call me Luis... " he added.

"All right... Luis... See you then... " Rima Ramoutar stated as she gathered her things and headed out of St John's office trying to conceal her blushing. As St John closed his office's front doors, a panel opened in the wall to allow his right hand man Curtis Kalloo to enter. "We got everything set for tonight boss" Curtis told his employer.

"Excellent... I'm certain that the guest of honor will be most satisfied with your preparations" St John replied as he picked up the morning Sentinel to glance at a story about yet another criminal action being foiled by the Tigress.

Dressed in a black satin evening gown with matching elbow length gloves, Rima Ramoutar was in awe as she entered the palatial mansion of Curtis St John in the exclusive St Joseph suburb. The young advertising agent noticed the heads of several important companies were present, even the mayor and the police commissioner were there. As she entered the ballroom, Luis St John saw her and flashed a smile. "Uhh" Rima sighed as she felt slightly giddy from that sensation. " Get a grip girl" she admonished herself.

The evening proceeded as normal with dinner, conversation, drinks and dancing. Rima opted to steer clear of the latter part. She wasnt sure but Luis St John was having an unusual effect on her and she wasnt sure what to make of it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the all too familiar feeling that all was not well. Rima Ramoutar slipped out of the main ballroom and headed for the ladies room.

"I've been itching to get out of these clothes all night and into something more comfortable... " Rima said as she unzipped her gown. As she slid it down to her ankles, she revealed the skimpy tiger print bra and panties which were concealed underneath. Rima kicked off her shoes...freeing her erotic bare feet...and finding a vent in the restroom, she stuffed her dress and shoes their. Her purse joined the rest of her belongings there as soon as she removed the tiger print mask from it and placed the mask over her eyes to become the sexy superheroine known as the Tigress.

Slipping out of the restroom into the deserted hallway, the heroine tracked the source of the evil she sensed. Her trail led to a study on the west end of the ground floor which was being used to safekeep the guests' valuables. Tigress' bare feet made no sound as she inched closer to the partially open doorway. Her large, firm breasts heaving within her flimsy tiger print bra in anticipation of the action that was imminent.

"Hurry up and get this thing open... We ain't got all night " Curtis Kalloo. "I beg to differ Mr Kalloo... Stealing from your boss is a no-no" Tigress declared as she flung the door open and entered the study. Kalloo and his henchman turned to face her. "Well... Well if it isn't the Tigress " Kalloo smirked.

"That's right... Now surrender to me and we'll go have a chat with the Commissioner" the sexy she-cat said, placing her hands on her full-bodied waist. "Yeah ?... I got a better offer bitch... Why don't you pass out ?!" Kalloo countered. " What are you talking about ?... I 'm not tired... " Tigress laughed.

"Think again bitch!" Kalloo replied. Suddenly, the door behind her was closed and locked. "Eh ?!" the heroine cried in surprise. Momentarily distracted, the heroine never saw Kalloo and his henchman don gas masks or the latter reach for the air condition unit's switch and flick it on. Instead of the room being flooded with cooling air it was instantly filled with thick clouds of white gas from vents located in all corners. The effect on the sexy she-cat was immediate

"Ohhh... Gas... Making my Tiger Nipples ... feel funny... getting... hard... " Tigress gasped as she she staggered backwards rubbing her eyes. "This is an offer you just can't refuse bitch... " Kalloo smirked and nodded to his henchman who lunged towards the Tigress. Seizing him by the wrists, she flung him hard across the room and against a wall.

No sooner had the heroine done so, a hidden panel opened in the wall and four thugs wearing gas masks rushed towards her. Though slowed by the building levels of gas, the Tigress managed to floor one with a right foot to the groin . However, as her great breasts heaved mightily in an effort to snatch any remaining oxygen within the room, copious amounts of the potent gas were taken into her system.

"No. . Uhh!! Uhhh!!... Let me go!!" Rima protested as she struggled within the grasps of her three opponents. With a final burst of strength, Tigress flung the thugs to the floor. "Gas... getting to my Tiger Breasts... My Tiger Nipples hardening... getting sleepy. . Must get away... " the heroine groaned as she staggered towards the door.

"Not so fast bitch!" Kalloo snarled as he brought his blackjack down hard against the back of her head. "Unhhh!!" Tigress groaned and dropped on all fours mere feet away from freedom. Kalloo watched with sadistic satisfaction as the curvaceous catwoman struggled to get to her feet. " Aaahhhh!!!" the Tigress cried as he cruelly smacked her in her beauteous breasts with his blackjack. As she fell to the floor, his five henchmen pounced upon her with renewed resolve.

"No!... No!... I must get free!!" the heroine cried as she wriggled within their grasps but her Tiger Strength had been effectively nullified by the gas. Panic set in as Rima felt her bra removed from her fabulous upper torso. "Uuuhhh... No... Uuhhhh... My Tiger Nipples... being touched. . fondled... Stop... Stop!" Tigress protested as she struggled. "Auhhhhh!!!" she groaned as hands probed under her tiger print panties.

Curtis Kalloo watched as his men piled atop the hapless heroine. Her sole form of resistance being the desperate thrashing of her shapely legs. At length, they came to rest on the floor and Curtis could see the tension dissipate from the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet.

He stood over the curvaceous catwoman as his men kept her pinned to the floor. Her large firm tanned breasts were glazed with a light sheen of sweat which highlighted the hardened chocolate-colored nipples at their peaks. Rima stared back at him with sleepy brown eyes in the slits of her mask. The fire that had been there earlier was effectively extinguished.

"So do we have a deal Tigress ?" he gloated. "Oooooh... You've made me an offer I can't refuse.... The erotic knockout gas... Hurt my Tiger Breasts with a blackjack... Your men banged my Tiger Breasts and ... Auhhh... My Tiger Vagina... in so much pain.... I'm sleepy... Don't want to... but can't help it after my Tiger Breasts have been screwed like this... Uuhh... Yes... I will black out for you.... now... Uuuuhhhhhhhh.... " the Tigress sighed and she willingly surrendered to unconsciousness, having been outsmarted by the criminal mind yet again.

Luis St John was in the midst of a conversation with the Mayor and his wife when his cell phone rang. He politely excused himself and walked into an empty corridor to take the call. "Yes" St John said as he answered the phone.

"Tigress came ... The gas worked just like you said it would... The bitch could'nt stop talking about how it screwed up her tits .... The boys banged her real good and put her lights out... " Kalloo informed him.

" Excellent... Now we shall proceed with part two of my brilliant plan... " St John stated and hung up the phone.

"Oohhhhhh.... " the Tigress moaned as the effects of the erotic stun gas slowly wore off allowing her senses to slowly return. Her head rolled from side to side as she slowly opened her eyes. Blurred images danced in front of her sleepy brown eyes. " Uhhh... Where?.... Who?" Tigress inquired as she tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. Luis St John smiled as he gazed upon the helpless heroine.

Strong ropes bound her wrists and ankles to the steel table where she lay. What St John had heard of the sexy she-cat was true, as he gazed upon her exposed tanned breasts and their cocoa-colored nipples, still hard from the erotic knockout gas. He nodded to Curtis Kalloo who flipped a switch.

This activated a pair of mechanical arms whose extensions gripped long feathers. Positioned above her well-defined breasts and beside the soles of her bare feet, the feathers began to brush both areas in a rhythmic sequence. "Ohhh... Ooohh... What's happening ?" Rima gasped as she felt the long strands of the feathers glide over her hardened nipples and the soles of her erotic feet.

"You can't escape Tigress... You're getting tired... Too tired to stay awake... You have to sleep... sleep" Luis St John. "Uhhh... St John... What are you... Ohhh... Tickling... Uhh... My Tiger Nipples... and my feet... Oohhhhh!!" the superheroine groaned as she writhed atop the table in an effort to break her bonds.

Luis St John could not help but smile as he watched Tigress gyrate frantically in her desperate bid to escape from the tickling action of the feathers. "Unhhh!!... Tickling my Tiger Breasts.... Uhh... Getting turned on... Making my Tiger Nipples get harder... Getting hot... Unhhh!!" she protested.

"Struggle all you want you big breasted bitch.... You will sleep... " St John sneered. "No!!.... No!!... No!!. . " Tigress cried as she intensified her struggles, straining against the ropes that bound her. Her head twisting violently from side to side. The feathers making long smooth strokes across her naked breasts and the soles of her erotic bare feet.

"Must bring you to justice St John... My duty as a superheroine... " Rima began. "Shut up bitch!" the businessman growled and pressed a chloroform soaked cloth over her face, interrupting her campy superheroine dialogue. "Hhnnhh!!!... Nnhhh!!... Nhhhhh... " the curvaceous catwoman protested into the cloth. All the while, the feathers working their erotic magic over her incredible chest and her feet.

The chloroform took the fight out of the Tigress and Luis St John felt her sensuous body relax. He removed the cloth to see the heroine staring back at him with dazed, sleepy brown eyes. "How do you feel Tigress ?" St John asked.

"I feel so sleepy Mr St John... Knockout gas.... Tickling my Tiger Breasts... Tickling my feet... Chloroform... Too much to resist... I am so sleepy...Congratulations " the sexy she-cat conceded.
"Very good... You cannot resist me now... Tell me the secret of your powers bitch... Tell me who you are!" he demanded. Her breasts aroused by the continuous brushing of the feathers across their smooth surface, aroused the Tigress' erogenous zones in a manner she had never experienced before. Her will was totally sapped and she had to do as she was instructed.

"I must remain pure of sexual desires to wield my powers... Can't stand it when my breasts are touched... I get weak and sleepy... Like it when my Tiger Breasts get touched... Gets hard to think... Makes me want to black out. . My real identity is... is. . Rima Ramoutar " she disclosed.

"Great... Now listen well Tigress... You have no choice but to do what I tell you. . or I'll expose your identity... Do you understand?" St John asked. "Yes... " the heroine replied weakly. "Good... Now sleep " St John gloated. He clamped the cloth over the Tigress' nose and mouth. He watched as the chloroform caused her eyes to flicker and flutter within the slits of her tiger print mask and render her unconscious seconds later.

Luis St John smiled as he removed the cloth, allowing the sexy she-cat's head to roll to one side. "So strong... so sexy... and yet so stupid" the businessman smirked at the senseless superheroine. He checked his watch and then turned to Curtis Kalloo. " The guests would be leaving by now... Time that our uninvited guest returns to the party" St John said. " Yes sir" Kalloo replied.

"Ohhhh... " Rima Ramoutar groaned as she awoke from her sleep. Her eyes opened to discover that she was once more attired in her evening gown and related accessories. A concerned Luis St John hovering over the couch where she lay.

"Are you all right Miss Ramoutar ? ... You fainted and we had to bring you into my study" He explained. "I guess Mr St John... I don't remember much of what happened... ?" Rima replied as she sat up. Luis St John seated himself beside her and before she could utter another word, he began to pass a small vibrator over her ample cleavage.

"You will remember nothing of what happened here tonight Miss Ramoutar... " he instructed.
"Yes... Remember nothing. . " Rima replied sleepily. "Now Mr Kalloo will take you home... You are very tired... and we have work to do tomorrow... " St John continued.

"Yes. . Very tired... Want to go home... Work tomorrow. . " Rima sighed as the erotic arousal of her nipples put her lights out once more. Luis St John watched as Curtis Kalloo and two men placed the unconscious Rima Ramoutar in the rear of his limo and drove away.

Detective Chris Kane observed the limo pull out of the businessman's palatial premises. Drawn a blank yet again. Kane knew that St John was dirty but actually proving it was a different matter. "You'll slip up slick... and when you. . I'll be there... " he vowed and vanished back into the shadows.

The following morning, Rima Ramoutar entered the offices of St John Enterprises to make her advertising presentation. "Go right in Miss Ramoutar... Mr St John is expecting you... " the secretary said as she approached. Luis St John looked up from his portfolio to see the doors of his office open to usher in Rima Ramoutar, smartly-attired in an emerald green business suit with her leather briefcase in hand.

"Thank you Natalie... Lock the doors and hold all my calls... " St John instructed her. Once that was done, the businessman approached the Sentinel's top advertising agent and pulled out the vibrator from his shirt pocket. "Are you ready for your briefing Tigress?" as he turned on the devious device and passed it over Rima's bold breasts, prominent under her jacket. "Uuhhh.... Yes... " she sighed submissively as St John sent her into an erotic trance once more.

Dazed by the sexual exploitation of her breasts, Rima allowed herself to be shoved into a chair by St John as he continued to stimulate her nipples into hardness. Her brown eyes flickered and her head rolled from side to side. The businessman wasted no time in unbuttoning Rima's shirt to reveal the skimpy tiger print bra which barely contained her fabulous cleavage.

"Unhhh... So unfair... Outsmarted me... Drugged me... You know my secret identity... This isnt fair... " Rima sighed as she succumbed to the building erotic urges within her. "Life is not fair my dear ... You will do as I say or the whole world will know that Rima Ramoutar is the Tigress!" Luis St John sneered.

"Uuhhh ... No... You can't... You mustnt" Rima pleaded. "Then you will obey me!!" he growled.
Yes... Yes... I. . will obey you. . " she capitulated. "Good... Now on to the matter at hand... The Eye of El Tucuche... " St John continued as showed his superheroine slave a photo of the country's oldest and largest diamond which was currently on display at the City Museum. This began a lengthy meeting but unknown to St John, someone else was privy to their conversations.

Under the cover of darkness that night, the Tigress made her way across the rooftops towards the City Museum. From his parked limo, Luis St John watched as the sexy she-cat slipped into the Museum undetected. Soon, very soon he thought.

The curvaceous catwoman's bare feet made no noise as she moved across the tiled floor. Her feline vision allowed her to see the infra-red laser grid which protected the El Tucuche diamond. It was'nt long before the precious gem was in a small leather satchel she was carrying.

The Tigress carefully returned the way she came and prepared to exit the Museum in order to deliver the Eye of El Tucuche to her master. Suddenly a hand holding a cloth reached out of the shadows and clamped it down over her face.

"Hnnhhh!!! . . Hhnnnhh!!... Hhnn!!" Tigress cried into the rag as she struggled against her unseen opponent. "Relax girl... Relax!" Chris Kane said as he seized hold of the struggling superheroine's ample chest to bring her under control. Eventually Kane's efforts bore fruit as he felt the heroine's body relax within his grip and he eased her to the floor. The smelling salts worked.

"Ohhh... My head... My Tiger Breasts... What ?.... Where?... Who ? " Tigress gasped as she came to her senses. "Name's Detective Chris Kane... St John really did a number on you did'nt he?" the policeman asked.

"Yes... The dinner party... changed into costume... got gassed... passed out... They know my secret identity" the heroine recalled grimly."Don't sweat it honey... I got a plan... " Kane stated.

Finally, St John grumbled as he saw the Tigress approaching him. He climbed out of the limo and approached her flanked by Curtis Kalloo and two bodyguards. "Did you get it ?!!" he demanded.
"Yes.. " she replied and handed him the satchel.

"Excellent!!... At long last... It is mine!!" St John cried in triumph as he held the large diamond aloft. Curtis Kalloo began to reach under his jacket to pull out his revolver to kill the Tigress. "Think again St John!! " the heroine quipped and startled the criminals by driving her right foot into the businessman's jaw which sent him staggering into Curtis Kalloo.

There was a resultant explosion and St John cried out. Blood from his chest world soaking through his expensive shirt. As Tigress battled the two bodyguards, Kalloo took aim at the heroine's back after allowing St John's corpse. "Aahh!!" he cried as two shots rang out. and he slumped to the ground dead.

The curvaceous catwoman had just kayoed the last bodyguard as Kalloo's body hit the ground. "You really should watch your back Tigress" Kane stated as he emerged from the shadows, holding a smoking Colt semi-automatic in his right hand.

"Not when I have you as back up" the Tigress responded before vanishing into the night. " Thanks to you too... " Kane replied as he viewed the dead bodies of Curtis Kalloo and Luis St John. Her secret was safe and justice had been served.


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