Tigress of India in Deadly Dream Control

India 1940

Corporal Diala Singh was walking to British Army Intelligence HQ on a warm spring day in Bombay, her mind distracted with thoughts of seeing Major Gavin Stewart at work. As the hard-working secretary for Colonel Roger McDonald of Army Intelligence, she often had a chance to run into Stewart, fighting with him against the Nazis. She had gotten quite fond of him.

What Stewart did not guess is that Singh was, in disguise, the famous Tigress of India. The fabulous body of the Indian heroine was under wraps, in a long skirt and baggy blouse. Her long dark tresses were coiled into a tight bun on her head and she wore a pair of large framed glasses. Singh smiled to herself as she turned a corner, remembering that the Tigress had gotten very close to Steward in her last adventure, so close she had to tell him a man's touch makes her sleepy and robs her of her powers.

She sighed. It was a shame their relationship could only go so far, but she had to fight for justice as the Tigress. Still, he was so handsome and he was obviously taken with her. A brief but powerful feeling of warmth hit her breasts and rose between her legs. If only things could be different. But the Tigress's disguise, as the mousy Corporal Singh, was a valuable way to keep up with the Nazis in the guise of an efficient but unattractive secretary.

At a deserted part of the city, a man came up to her and asked, "Excuse me, Miss, but which way to the nearest market?" She was about to answer when two strong arms behind her circled her arms and chest. She was pulled her of her feet. "Time to die, Corporal Singh!" said the man in front of her, who pulled out a gun. Using the uncanny reflexes and strength of the unbeatable Tigress, Diala kicked the man's legs out from under him and tossed him into the man holding the gun. The two rolled into the street, unconscious. Singh picked up the gun and said, "you shouldn't have these to play with" and walked off to call the police.

"Why should someone want to kill me?," she wondered. "I am not an important person at headquarters." A pair of eyes, hidden in an alley way nearby, carefully watched Diala walk off.

At the office, Diala found Major Stewart waiting for her with an attractive young white woman by his side. She felt a twinge of jealousy. "Corporal Singh," Steward said, "I have a favor to ask. This is a British spy in training, Joan Reed. We don't have a place to put her up. Could she bunk with you for a few days?"

Diala looked at the woman, who was young, tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, her attractive clothes much too tight for regulation military dress. "Well..." the Tigress said, thinking it would put a crimp in her heroine activities, "if there is no other place." "She wanted to move in with me," explained Stewart, "but it isn't right for her to stay with a bachelor."

"I don't want to be any trouble," said Reed, looking at Diala carefully. She thought to herself, "why does a woman hide a stunning body in unflattering clothes, walk like a soldier, and wear no make-up? The way she looks at Stewart, it is obvious she loves him."

"Ok," said Diala, cursing herself for wanting to please Stewart. "I will be over tonight with my things," said Reed. "Major Stewart gave me the address. Do you mind if my boy friend, Todd, visits me sometimes?" "No," said the Tigress, wishing Stewart could come by her place, "but you sleep on the couch." "That sounds fine," said Reed. "Now, let's get to work," said Stewart.

Joan was settled on the couch in Diala's small apartment that night. The Tigress had made sure to hide her costume well: the tiger pelt briefs, mask, and tuffs, which barely covered her large round breasts, were hidden away in her closet. They were easy to get if needed. "Good night, Joan," said Diala, "I get up early, so be ready." 'Oh," responded Joan, "I will be ready." After a few hours of silence, Todd quietly opened the apartment door and shook Joan awake.

"I have the stuff," he said holding up a bundle. "But I thought we were going to pump Stewart for secret info?" "I ended up here," yawned Joan. "We tried to kill Singh this morning and it didn't work. Let's see what she knows and then remove her. Then I can take over her job."

The two double agents silently approached Diala's room. The door was open and they looked in. Todd almost gave himself away by saying, "that's the dog we saw this morning?" Diala, in a sheer black nightgown, was lying on the bed. It was a hot night and she was covered with a light sheen of sweat. The moonlight streaming through the window revealed her huge and shapely breasts gently rising and falling with each breath from her ruby red lips, her long, sensuous, and muscular legs were stretched open in an inviting posture, her body was perfectly proportioned, with a small waist and curvy hips. Her face was beautiful, lying on the pillow made by her long and lustrous hair.

"There is more to her than I thought," whispered Joan. "Double the dose of chloroform and sodium pentathol." Todd poured the liquid into a thick pad. "I will make sure she keeps dreaming," Joan said, tip-toeing to the bed, placing each hand near a side of the Tigress's peaceful face. She nodded to Todd, who walked over, bending over Diala with the drugged pad. Joan placed her fingers on both sides of the Indian Adverturess's head and began to massage, each finger rubbing a nerve point. "Uhhh..uhhhh," whimpered Diala, moving her head slightly from side to side, struggling to awaken.

"Do not waken...do not waken," hissed Joan as she continued to gently press on the sides of Diala's head. The Tigress's lids moved a bit, her head shook, she softly moaned, "Ahhh," but she remained asleep, dreaming. Her breathing became very slow and deep. Joan nodded and Todd slowly brought the pad closer and closer to the Tigress's nose and mouth. She did not struggle, breathing all of the chloroform and sodium pentathol fumes into her lungs. After a few minutes, Todd covered her face with the pad and held it firm.


"The chloroform worked quicker than I thought," whispered Todd after he removed the pad. "Now let's find out what she knows." "Diala, can you hear me?" he asked. "Yes,." said the Tigress in a weak voice. She thought she was dreaming. "What secrets do you know?" Todd asked, taking out a notebook. "I know a big secret," said Diala, not knowing she was talking to enemy agents. "I am the Tigress, defender of the weak, scourge of evil." Todd and Joan looked at each other. They couldn't believe what they heard. Maybe the woman is crazy.

"If you are the Tigress" asked Todd, "where is your costume?" "In my closet, hidden in the back," answered Diala. Joan continued to massage the Tigress, keeping her trapped in dreamland, while Todd rummaged through the closet. He returned, holding up the celebrated tiger pelt briefs, mask, and patches for the heroine's breasts. "She's right...What do we do?" Todd asked, puzzled. "Maybe we should kill her now, the Nazis will give us a fortune."

"No, I have a better idea," Joan said with an evil grin on her face, looking at Diala's sexy body, "a way we can destroy the Tigress and get all the secrets from Stewart we want. This calls for a woman's touch."

They left the room for a few minutes, leaving the pad on Diala's face. The powerful fumes of the chloroform kept the Tigress in a helpless, dreamy sleep. Then Joan and Todd came back with a diabolical plan in mind. "What is your most powerful sexual fantasy, Diala?" asked Todd, after he removed the pad.

"Want Major Stewart to be mine...want him to have my breasts," said Diala with lust in her voice. "Why can't that happen?" asked Todd. "Because man's touch takes away powers, makes me weak, sleepy, and obedient. So does chloroform." Todd smiled and began to stroke the Tigress's shapely mounds, which responded quickly, her nipples becoming harder with each stroke, poking through the sheer fabric of the nightie. Todd circled her erect nipples with his fingers. "Does this make you weak?" asked Todd. "Yes...very weak...breasts filled with pleasure...want to be Stewart's," she moaned.

"Couldn't the Major be the master of Diala Singh's breasts?" asked her attacker, listening carefully for the answer while he began to stroke the Tigress's powerful thighs, rubbing the sensitive areas between her legs. Soon, because the Tigress's conscious mind could not resist, her legs spread wide. Her vagina became dripping wet. "Yes...but could not remain the Tigress...that is why I dress and act the way I do," whispered Diala as she writhed in pleasure on the bed.

"Poor Tigress," said Joan to Todd, "she is repressed. She loses her powers if she takes him as the Tigress. She can't even have the guy in her secret identity because she must play a drab mouse." Todd continued to keep the Tigress highly stimulated. "Imagine that this is Stewart, touching you, your great breasts, making them weak with pleasure" he said, watching Diala as she arched her back, trusting her massive chest into his hand.

"Yes...he must be my master," she said in a husky voice. "So your breasts are the key to your capture?" asked Todd, cupping her chest in his hands. "Yes..."said the Tigress.

Todd then set the plan in motion,. He poured chloroform onto the tiger pelt briefs and opened the nightie. He rubbed Diala's breasts, making her nipples slick and hard. The briefs had a powerful, magical effect on her flesh.

"For Stewart to possess your breasts," he said, "you must become sexier, Diala, show off your magnificent body." "Yes," answered the Tigress in a weak voice, "must let him see my beautiful breasts and body." Todd poured some of the chloroform onto the Tigress's massive chest and began to stroke the sensitive flesh between them, then made her nipples hard with his thumbs.

"You will become attractive to the Major, Diala," said Todd soothingly, "your new friend, Joan, to whom you will confide everything, will help you to seduce him." Joan smiled and nodded.

"The Tigress must sleep...so your dream can come true...so your breasts will be the Major's...the Tigress must go to sleep forever...so Diala Singh can have the pleasure she deserves." The Tigress moaned and tried to open her eyes. "No" said Joan, rubbing the Tigress's head with determination, relaxing her nerves, "you will not awaken...you will sleep and obey your dream."

"Make my dream come true," mumbled Diala. After resoaking the briefs in chloroform, Todd slowly stroked up and down the Tigress's curvy legs, making her well-defined muscles slick with the sleep drug, expecially the soft inner flesh of her powerful thighs. "Does this make you even weaker, Tigress?," Todd asked in a commanding tone.

"Ahhh..Ahhh...never so weak...so want pleasure...want breasts to be touched by man," gasped the Tigress. Todd placed the tiger pelt briefs over her vagina and slowly rubbed. Her hips rocked up and down. Diala placed her hands on Todd's and helped him arouse her: "I help you Major, help you enslave me." Todd then pressed a chloroform pad over the Tigress's nose and mouth, holding it until she drifted off into an even deeper level of sleep. Todd returned the costume to the closet and the two left the room after taking away all signs of their presence.

"The Major will respond to that amazing body, any man would," said Todd. "And once he takes her the Tigress will disappear for good," smiled Joan. "The Nazis will pay a fortune stop the super bitch from helping the British," Todd said. Joan answered that "her sexual fantasy is so strong, her repressed need to be taken is so great, she won't be able to resist the spell of her own erotic dream, even if it means the end of the Tigress."

"And once Stewart and Singh are together she will learn valuable Brish secrets," grinned Todd. "Because she will be hanging out with her good friend." Joan nodded and giggled The double agents kissed passionately. "The Tigress is finished. And Diala Singh will become an unwitting spy for the Nazis," laughed Joan in triumph. Meanwhile the Tigress was asleep, each moment dreaming an erotic dream that was becoming strong enough to destroy her.

To be continued