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Tigress of India in Deadly Dream Control 2 India 1940 Diala Singh got up the next morning feeling strangely refreshed, as if, during her sleep, she had made an important decision. She had had had a wild sexy dream, and it had convinced her there was nothing wrong with trying to look attractive for Major Gavin Stewart at British Intelligence H.Q. And she felt that Joan, the temporary roomate she had disliked at first, was the perfect person to help her become more attractive. Singh walked out of her bedroom, still in her sheer nighite, even bothering to hide her enormous round breasts and sensuous body. "Joan, you are my friend and I need you help. I realize my clothes are a little...dowdy," the Tigress said slowly, "I want to change that and look...sexier." "I understand," responded Joan, a friendly smile on her face, "call and say we will be in late. We have some shopping and beauty work to do." Diala felt intense joy. It was time Major Stewart realized she existed as woman, not just a note taker. Joan was happy too. "Last night worked great," she thought, "Diala is going to live out her erotic fantasy, even if it means the end of the Tigress." Colonel Roger McDonald was surprised when Diala called. He had never known the most efficent secretary in the building to take part of a day off. In fact, the woman was never sick. Not that he had an objection. She worked so hard, she deserved a little free time. Around 1 p.m. he heard Diala's voice in the office and went out to greet her. What he saw amazed him. Diala's black hair was no longer bound tightly around her head, but knotted into long beautiful braids that shone in the light. Her blouse was tight and unbuttoned half way down her chest. Her huge round breasts, which he had never noticed before, jutted out, begging to be stroked. Her skirt was very tight, emphasizing her shapely buttocks, taut stomach, and the mound of her sex. In nylons and high heels, her legs were long, athletic, and desireable. She no longer wore glasses. Her eyes were a brilliant light brown, she was wearing a seductive perfume and red lipstick. In one day, Miss Singh had gone from a sad sack to a pin up girl. Actually, she was more of a knockout than any pin up girl the Colonel had ever seen. McDonald almost fell over, as did most of the men who came in for a look. Word went around the building fast. Eying the new Miss Singh with obvious desire, men of all ages were banging into walls and knocking over furniture. In her year at H.Q., no man had even asked her out for a date. Now Diala had five guys offering to take her to dinner within ten minutes. "Miss Singh," said Colonel McDonald, "what has happened to you? You are like a bathing beauty in a movie!" Diala loved the attention, sitting down and crossing her sexy legs. "My new friend Joan helped me with a new look. You like?," she said a big smile. "If only I wasn't married," thought the Colonel. Then he answered, "Yes very much, but we have work to do." He left for his office, not liking the thoughts Diala put in his head. Men wouldn't leave Diala alone the rest of the day, offering to get coffee or do some of her work. She was waiting for a particular man and, near the end of the afternoon, Major Stewart walked in. He had heard rumors about how glamorous the dowdy Diala Singh had become. "Whoa," the officer said, letting out a long breath. "Is that you Miss Singh?" "Yes," the Tigress said, her breasts tingling, "I wanted to make myself a little more attractive." Joan told her just how to act around Stewart. The Tigress walked up to him, making sure he watched the sexy movement of her hips. She pressed her enormous breasts against his wide chest. Stewart eyed her beautous mounds with obvious pleasure. "I don't know why you hid your looks," Stewart said. "Come over to dinner, my place, in a couple of hours," whispered Diala, "and we can talk about that. And other things." Stewart didn't think long about accepting the invitation. "I will be there with a bottle of wine." "Good," said the Tigress walking slowly back to her desk. Stewart couldn't believe the slinky shape of her thighs. She was as beautiful and desirable as the astonishing Tigress. He was so turned on he had to leave quickly. "I have done it," thought Diala to herself as Stewart walked away. "I have caught him." Under the spell of wanting to make her own erotic dream come true, the Tigress wasn't thinking clearly. She loved the male attention at work, the sight of men drooling over her. Yet after Stewart left she began to have second thoughts. Something didn't seem quite right. By the time Diala arrived at her apartment, she had snapped out of the wish to give her breasts and beauty to Major Stewart. "I like to be sexy," the Tigress thought, "but it will mean the end of my career as a champion for the good. Man's touch makes me weak. And I must remain powerful to battle the Nazis I will tell the Major the dinner is a mistake. And I must not keep these clothes. This must not happen again." When she entered her apartment, Diala headed for the phone. Joan was sitting on the couch. The Tigress told her about the dinner date with Stewart, and that she decided to call it off. She didn't like to go out with people at work, she said. "Hello operator," the Tigress said, picking up the phone, "I want to talk with Major Stewart, this is urgent." But Joan jumped to her feet and grabbed the phone out of the Tigress's hand. "You are not calling off the date!" Joan leapt at the Tigress, her hands raised, trying to place her fingers on the paralysing nerve points on the heroine's head. But the Indian Adventuress, realizing Joan was part of a plot against her and Stewart, raised her foot and kicked her across the room. "So you are up to something evil," Diala said, "why did you want to make me show my beauty?" Diala picked up Joan and tossed her on the couch as if she was an insect. "You will tell me what you know as we wait for the police," Diala said. But when the Tigress headed for the phone, two strong hands reached around from behind her, ripping off her blouse as they slipped underneath her bra. Todd had been hiding in the bed room, in case Joan got in trouble. "We thought you might change your mind," the muscular man snapped, leaning back and raising the Tigress off her feet while rapidly stroking her chest with something that smelled sweet. "Ahhh...ahhh...breasts feel so good...forbidden thoughts...chloroform...no," moaned Tigress, struggling to free herself from her attacker's grasp. But the sexual thoughts she had during the day about Major Stewart were too powerful. They surged through her mind, strenghtening her fantasies. The surprised Tigress was pulled backwards into a chair, her legs and arms flailing. "Look at my hands!," said Todd, who held the heroine firmly on his lap, caressing her breasts with the chloroform. Her athletic legs, beginning to weaken, were spread between his two legs. The pleasure surging into her breasts increased as Todd, who knew the Tigress's most sensitive spots, began to rhythmically stroke around her nipples. "Look, Tigress, look!," he said. Woozy, trying to break free, Tigress looked down and gasped. He was stroking her nipples hard and slick with her own tiger pelts, which had been doused in chloroform! "Ahhh...Ahhh...you know secrets...use my costume...against me...you are master...feel so sleepy...so strange," Tigress moaned, defeated after seeing how her own costume was being used to subdue her. "Yes, bitch," snapped Joan, who got up from the couch rubbing her sore jaw, "I am going to get great pleasure turning you into Stewart's pet." "No...will...stop...you...fight...Nazis," whispered Tigress,though her arms felt light and slipped uselessly to her sides. Her eyes were drooping, her head was weaving from side to side. Todd said, "before you put her out, reinforce the power of the dream." He placed an arm around the Tigress's waist, making sure she could not rise. With his other hand he caressed her enormous mounds with the tiger pelt tuffs soaked in sleep drug, feeling her breasts become weaker and weaker the harder her nipples grew. Joan picked up the Tigress's tiger pelt briefs and held them in front of Diala's eyes. They widened with fear. She moaned "no...no...can not escape...will live for man's touch...be sleepy." "You will sleep forever, Tigress," said Joan, as she poured chloroform into the crotch of the briefs. Tigress tried to wriggle away, but Todd held her down firmly. The heroine's wily foe quickly removed her skirt and, reaching up between the Tigress's kicking legs, pulled her panty off. "Wear this," said Joan, holding the Tigress's legs apart and pushing the briefs up her legs. "It will make you dream of man's touch." "Ahhhh...Ahhh...never feel so...weak..." groaned the desperate Tigress, "you trap me in dreams of pleasure." The moist tiger pelt briefs were pressed against her most sensitive areas. Wanting to make absolutely sure the Tigress was completely trapped in her sexual fantasy, Joan reached up and placed one hand under Diala's rear, lifting it up so her other hand, palm down, completely covered her crotch. She began to rub up and down over her vagina. Joan smiled as she felt the Tigress becoming wet, her strength vanishing, drifting off into a deep obedient sleep "Yes...Major...touch me...there...do...not...stop," whispered Tigress. "That'll put you back into dreamland for good, Diala," smirked Joan, seeing her foe's eyes slowly close as she continued to stroke the tiger pelt briefs deep into her vagina. "Dream of giving your breasts to Stewart. Each time he touches them you become his slave. You will sleep in his arms, forever, to give him and yourself pleasure. You have denied yourself long enough, Diala." "Yes," said Tigress with lust in her voice, "must give breasts and body to Major. Nothing else matters." "She's out " said Todd, who saw the Tigress's eyes close. He placed a pad with a mix of chloroform and sodium penthathol over her mouth and nose. Joan put her arms around the Tigress's knees and Todd grabbed her arms. They carried her to her bed room and placed her on the bed. "Last time she lived out her erotic dream for around five hours," Todd said. "There's no chance she will snap out of it by the time the Major comes." Joan looked at the sleeping Tigress and laughed. "You have escaped traps before, but this time there is no escape. I am going to put some aphrodisiac in the dinner tonight, just to make sure Stewart takes you." Todd ran his hand over Diala's round breasts and semi-soft nipples. He then slid his hands under the tiger pelt briefs. The heroine moaned, wiggled her body, and purred "Major...touch breasts...pleasure." Joan and Todd looked at each other in triumph. "You get her dressed and I will prepare the romantic dinner," said Joan. "Let me put the finishing touches on her, so she will be irresistable for the Major." As Todd put the Tigress in a sexy outfit, the mighty heroine slept, dreaming of nothing but living for pleasure as the beautiful Diala Singh. To be continued |
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