The two British MPs halted in their tracks as they heard a low but distinctive sound. "You hear that?" one asked as he drew his pistol. "It came from that direction" the second MP said with a nod of his head. Both MPs turned and headed in the direction of the noise they heard.


Abdullah smiled as he heard their footsteps getting louder. He then turned to gaze upon the woman lying at his feet. She was naked except for a tiger pelt mask over her now closed eyes, tiger patches over her big hard and erect nipples, a thin gold belt round her curvy waist and skimpy tiger pelt briefs between her muscular thighs.


Her large, firm breasts rose and fell gently as she slept. The fingers of Abdullah's right hand slowly traced a line from the base of her neck through the valley between her twin peaks of femininity and towards her taut abdomen. "Nhhhhhh.." Tigress sighed but remained unconscious.
...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with short glossy toenails...twitching in response.


The Thugee smiled at his handiwork. Unsheathing a small stilletto from his belt, he cut a small strand of the Indian Adventuress' black hair as a trophy. "Farewell Tigress..I am sure you and the British have much to discuss" Abdullah sneered as he stood up and faded away into the shadows.

The darkness of the alley was soon penetrated by the searching lights of the British MPs torches. "Blimey!" one gasped as his light shone upon the unconscious form of Tigress, lying on the ground. He kept the light on the sleeping she-cat while his partner moved in to investigate.

The MP knelt beside the unconscious heroine and placed his hand lightly atop the left side of her ample chest. He was amazed at how smooth her dark brown skin was. "She's alive..but unconscious.." he told his partner. "Who is she?" the second MP asked. "A murderess.." his partner told him as he pointed to the blood-stained knife in the Tigress' right hand.


Two hours later, Colonel Roger McDonald and Major Gavin Stewart walked briskly into the military police post in central Calcutta. "Col McDonald...Army intelligence..I received word that you captured a suspect in the murder of a key suspect we are investigating" McDonald stated as he flashed his id to the corporal on duty.

The corporal looked up from his paperwork at the two officers. "You could say that sir..Follow me.." the corporal replied as he stood up. He led McDonald down a dimly-lit hallway to the cell block. "Open the door" the corporal ordered a private standing guard in front of a door.

The private nodded and inserted the key in the lock. The door creaked open and the two officers' jaws dropped as they entered the room. Tigress was seated on a chair in front of them. Her hands chained behind her back while her feet were chained together. Her head drooping between her bold brown breasts...the outline of her big hard and erect nipples visible against the tiger pelts which barely covered the summits of her mighty mounds.

"My men found her in an alley near the scene.. She was unconscious..Had the murder weapon in her hands" the corporal explained. "Thank you corporal..I'll take it from here" McDonald stated. "Yes sir" the corporal replied as he saluted McDonald and left the room.

The British officer pulled up a chair and sat beside the dazed heroine. "Tigress..Are you all right?" he whispered, placing his right hand on her left shoulder. "Unhhh.." the Indian Adventuress groaned as she lifted her eyes to meet McDonald's.

"My God lass..What happened?" he inquired as he saw the weariness in her eyes. "I..cannot remember..Everything hazy..Feel so tired..So weak.." the Tigress of India replied. Her eyes glanced from side to side within the slits of her tiger pelt mask. "Where am I?" she asked, gently rolling her head to remove the cobwebs.

"Military police outpost in Calcutta..They said you killed a sergeant..Found a knife in your hands lass.." McDonald stated grimly. "No..Not true..Was following him..suspected he was in league with.." Tigress started. The door opened abruptly ending McDonald's questioning.

The corporal re-entered the room with an Indian medic at his side. "Just been in contact with Military HQ in Bombay sir..I've been ordered to detain the woman here until further notice.." the corporal stated and handed McDonald a telegram.

The British intelligence chief realised from the contents of the paper in his hands, there was nothing he could do to presently assist Tigress whom he suspected was being framed. "I must ask you to leave now sir.." the corporal stated.

McDonald glanced at the medic and then nodded at the corporal. "Very well..but she is still a suspect and in the custody of Army Intelligence" he told the corporal. Col McDonald then he stood up and followed the corporal out of the room.

"Colonel...No.." Tigress gasped weakly as she watched him walk away. The medic closed the door and placed his black leather bag on the table. "He cannot hear you Tigress..No one can hear you now.." the medic stated as he slowly opened his bag.

The Indian Adventuress rolled her head slowly from side to side as she tried to shake off her lingering fatigue. "Must recover my strength..Find evildoers..Bring them to justice.." Tigress gasped. She glanced at the medic as he laid his medical supplies.

Her sleepy light brown eyes were rivted on a mark that was briefly revealed on his left arm. It was two snakes intertwined and it stirred something in her jaded mind. "You..You are..with..them.." Tigress gasped as she flexed her tired muscles in a futile effort to break her restraints.

"Your struggles are useless Tigress...The Mahar is all-powerful..All knowing..The Mahar will not be defied.." the medic replied as he stood with his back to the heroine. Every muscle in the Tigress' shapely body accentuated as she strained to break the chains which bound her to no avail.

The medic turned to face the Indian Adventuress. Her eyes widened in panic within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as he slowly filled a gleaming hypodermic needle with a clear liquid and walked slowly towards her. "No..Cannot break chains...My body..sluggish..I cannot move.." she gasped as the medic drew closer.

"Accept your fate woman!" the medic snarled as he clamped his left hand over the she-cat's glossy red lips. With his right hand, he brought the hypodermic needle up and drove its sharpened tip through the tiger pelt which covered her left nipple.

"NNHHH!!" Tigress groaned as her shapely body twisted in response to the liquid being pumped into her left breast. The medic then stabbed the heroine in her right nipple with the hypodermic needle and injected more of the liquid into her right breast.

"Nhhhh.." the Indian Adventuress sighed into the palm of the medic's hand. Her eyes fluttered in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as the drug began to take effect. "Aahhhh.." she gasped as he removed his hand and her head fell between her great breasts.

The medic stepped back and watched as the Indian Adventuress' curvaceous body swayed slowly under the influence of the drug. "Unnhh..My breasts..feel..so strange...tired..weak..must..fight.." Tigress groaned as she slumped down in the chair, throwing her head back.

Her light brown eyes fluttered within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she stared vacantly at the ceiling. The medic gazed lustfully as Tigress' large firm breasts heaved sensuously before him. Her nipples becoming visibly harder under the tiger pelt which covered them.

"Your struggle is futile woman..None can resist the will of the Mahar" the medice sneered. "I..I am Tigress..Champion of justice..I..must..not..be tamed.." the heroine protested as she struggled to resist the effects of the drug.

However the combination of the drug and the lingering fatigue from her previous battle with the Thugees, conspired against the shapely she-cat. Tigress felt her breathing becoming increasingly slow and deep, her great breasts rising and falling ever so slowly. Strange colours danced in front of her sleep-laden eyes.

The Indian Adventuress' long, muscular legs slid back and forth as the balls of her bare feet glided over the cold,concrete floor. The tiger pelt covered space between her mighty thighs throbbing ever so slightly as weariness began to take its toll on the shapely she-cat.

"My strength..gone..Getting hard.. to think...Thoughts..entering..my mind..Urges..So strong...Hard..to..resist..." Tigress gasped,her great breasts rising and falling slowly with her increasingly relaxed breathing.

The door to the interrogation room opened, allowing the Corporal and two Indian MPs to enter. They stood in the far corner of the room and looked on. "Do not resist Tigress..You are nothing but a mere woman..You must surrender to your desires..Surrender to the will of the Mahar!" the medic insisted as he knelt beside her.

"No..Must never surrender..Must fight..for justice..Not give in..to..Man's touch..." Tigress gasped as she fought desperately to stay awake. "Man's touch?..What the bloody hell does that mean?" the Corporal asked aloud. "Answer him female..What does Man's touch mean?!" the medic demanded.

"My..My breasts..Source of my Tiger Strength..They must remain pure for me to wield the powers granted to me...If they are touched by men...I am punished..I grow tired...weak..and..must fall asleep.." Tigress confessed sleepily. "Once you are weakened Tigress..Will you succumb to the Mahar's will?" the medic asked.

"Yes...Once my breasts..tamed by Man's touch..I must obey..." Tigress sighed as she unwittingly revealed the secret of her powers to her enemies. Reaching forward with his right hand, the medic gently stroked the hardened summits of the heroine's beauteous breasts.

"Sleep Tigress..You are tamed..Man commands you to sleep..." he sneered. "Yes...Breasts..so weak...Make me..so tired..Cannot resist..I..must be..your..captive..I..must..Sssleeeeeeppppp..." the Tigress of India groaned as she faded into total unconsciousness.

"If this tart's all Her Majesty has to offer..All's lost for England" the Corporal grinned as he gazed upon the sleeping she-cat. "There is no room for error..We must ensure that Tigress does not interfere in our plans..Time is critical" the medic warned as he packed his bag.

"Don't worry old boy..We'll make sure our masked pussycat is kept cosy while you and our friends handle things" the Corporal assured him. "Do that Corporal..The Mahar does not tolerate failure!" the medic warned as he made his exit.

"Take our tiger lady down to solitary confinement..She won't be disturbed there" the Corporal ordered the MPs as he opened the door of the interrogation room. One MP grabbed the unconscious Tigress under her arms while the other held her ankles as they took her to her new home.

To be continued...