Author's note. A reboot of an old story of mine.

Trinidad 1914
Noon

A lone automobile weaved its way along a winding dirt road through the oil rich province of Tabaquite in the British colony of Trinidad. Young attorney Dan Lane dabbed his sweaty face. He had no idea why he decided to take up this offer to open a law practice here when the opportunities were more plentiful in his native New York.

The sight of oil derricks meant Lane was closer to his destination and reminded him of why he had decided to come to Trinidad. The area was rich in oil reserves and with the outside world at war, there was profit to be made in such ventures. Dan kept that thought uppermost in his mind as he drove into the compound of Walker Oil Company.


Alighting from his vehicle, Dan Lane made his way across the muddy ground towards the nearby wooden office. Inside, he found an Englishman with brown and silver hair, clad in oil-stained coveralls behind a desk. "Mr Walker?..I'm Dan Lane..Attorney-at-law" Dan stated. The man looked up from behind his reading glasses at the young American.

"Yes Mr Lane..I've been expecting you..Have a seat.." Paul Walker stated and motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "Mr Lane..I'm running a very tight business here..I have little room for niceties..There are a lot of risks.." Walker said. "I know that sir..and I'm prepared for any eventuality" Lane replied enthusiastically.

"No Mr Lane..You don't.." Walker added grimly. "I'm not sure I understand sir?" Dan replied quizzically. Paul Walker got up and walked towards the window. "Take a look outside Mr Lane..This is real untamed territory..Several unscrupulous people want these lands for the oil here. In a few years, this country will be the crown jewel of the Caribbean..but its only those willing to take the risk who will reap the rewards..I hired you as my attorney because of your legal skills" he stated.

"I'm heartened by your confidence in me Mr Walker..I won't let you down.." the young lawyer stated as he got to his feet. Paul Walker turned to face him. "Please..Call me Paul..We can better discuss the matter over dinner..Come to my house around seven.." he said. "Certainly Mr Walker..er Paul.." Dan replied as he shook Walker's hand and made his departure.

The road back out of the oilfields was just as rough as the ones going in. Dan repeatedly checked his watch, hoping that he'd make it back in time to his hotel in order to change and head over to the Walker house for dinner. The young attorney never knew that he was being observed through a pair of binoculars. "That's him! Get ready!" a thug snarled as he joined two of his cohorts who were seated in a truck behind a large rock.


"What the?!!" Dan cried as the truck pulled out abruptly in front of him, causing him to swerve hard to the right. Lane's car slammed into a nearby tree. The dazed attorney stumbled out of his car as three masked men armed with pistols came running towards him. "You coming with we!" one thug growled as he cracked the butt of his revolver across Lane's forehead. "Uhh!" Dan groaned as he dropped to the dirt.


As the thugs closed in on Dan Lane... all three men howled, gripping their wrists as their weapons fell to the ground. Gleaming blades lodged in their wrists"Leave him alone!!" a woman's voice cried. Dan saw the jaws of the three men drop as they stared at someone behind him. The young attorney turned his head and was surprised at what he saw.


A tall shapely woman was standing on a bluff overlooking the scene of the ambush. Her skin was lightly tanned. She had an ample chest ...barely garbed by strapless tigerskin bra...offering a glimpse of her areolas and nipples. Entwined around her taut abdomen...was a silver belt...with a series of gleaming blades...a silver tiger head belt buckle in the middle of the belt.

Tiger skin briefs...barely hugged the space between her muscular thighs.. Her feet were bare and erotic to the eye...with tiger skin bands above her ankles...and matching bands on her wrists. Thick, curly, shoulder length black hair peeked out of a tigerskin cowl which looked like a tiger's head with pointed ears. A pair of hazelnut-coloured eyes stared out the slits of the cowl as she gazed upon the three men before her. Her glossy red lips were drawn into a thin line which parted when she spoke.

" He's under my protection!!" the scantily clad...masked woman declared.. "The Tigress!!..Let's go!!" one thug yelled and the trio beat a hasty retreat to their truck and sped away. Dan watched in awe as his new found guardian descended the bluff and approached him...her shapely firm mounds bobbing sexily under her flimsy top."Are you all right?" Tigress asked as she knelt beside him. L

Lane was speechless as his eyes shifted from the heroine's piercing brown eyes to her well-rounded cleavage. The curvaceous catlady noticed his dilemma and smiled warmly at him. "It's all right to gape..I get that from all the men I save" she told Dan as she helped him to his feet. "I'm..sorry..My car..It's wrecked.." Dan stammered as he glanced at his automobile. "Well those goons may try to jump you again..So it's best you come with me.." Tigress said as she took hold of Dan's right hand and led him back up the bluff.

A white horse stood there waiting for them. "Climb on..I'll take you into town.." the heroine offered as she straddled her horse. Dazed and confused but mesemerised by the Tigress' striking beauty, Dan Lane complied. He heard the heroine exhale slightly as his hands gripped her on either side of her curvy waist...as they rode away. "What's your name?" the heroine asked as the wind blowing past them caused strands of her hair to blow back into Dan's face, allowing him a whiff of their fragrance.

"Uh..Dan..Dan Lane..I'm an attorney-at-law.." Dan replied. "Pleased to meet you..I'm called the Tigress..I fight for justice and help those in need.." the heroine replied. "Who..Who are you?" Dan asked. "I can't tell you that..I have to keep my identity a secret.." the voluptuous vigilante replied as they centred the oil mining town of Claxton City, capital of the oil region of Tabaquite. Many heads turned as they pulled up in front of the Claxton City Constabularly and entered the small brick structure.

Supt John O'Brian looked up as he saw them enter and got up from behind his desk. " Tigress..What can I do for you lass?" he asked as he approached the couple. "Nothing for me Supt O'Brian..but Mr Dan Lane here was ambushed by some bandits outside of town..I think he'll need some medical treatment" the masked marvel stated.

"Aye..that's a nasty bruise Mr Lane" the veteran policeman said as he examined the cut on the right side of the lawyer's forehead. "Take Mr Lane to the infirmary and get him stitched up..Then escort him back to his hotel.." O'Brian instructed two of his constables. "Tigress?.." Dan asked as he was escorted away. "It's all right Mr Lane..We'll meet again soon" she replied with a smile. The heroine's demeanour turned serious once the lawyer was out of sight.

"I've been picking up a lot of rumours about a major criminal operating in Tabaquite..Trying to grab up some of the oil lands.." the Tigress stated. "Aye..I've heard them too..but I'm short of men and equipment..There's little I can do..if this be true.." O'Brian lamented. "Don't worry Supt O'Brian..You can always count on me.." the Tigress assured him as she placed a reassuring right hand on his left shoulder before walking out of the station.

Several passers-by watched the heroine as she mounted her horse and sped out of town. Unknown to the buxom Tigress, her movements were observed by a mysterious figure hidden behind some heavy drapes in a nearby window. The figure stepped away from the window and reached for the telephone on a nearby wall.

One hour later, the Tigress was riding her horse along a road out of Claxton City with the wind blowing through her dark tresses and against her half-naked upper torso. "Hmmm..Looks like its going to be a beautiful sunset tonight..I'd best be getting home before.." she began when a sight in the road ahead of her caught her attention.

An elderly man was lying on the ground in front of his car while a young, blonde haired woman was kneeling beside him. As the heroine drew closer, the woman leapt to her feet and began waving her arms frantically at the approaching motorcycle rider. "Help me!..My father!..He's had a heart attack!" she babbled as the Tigress rode to them and dismounted her horse.

"Don't worry Miss..I'll help him" the Tigress assured the hysterical woman as she walked past her towards the man on the ground. "But who vill help you...Fraulein Tigress..." the woman suddenly snarled "Eh?!!" the masked marvel gasped in shock as she halted in her tracks and whirled round. As she did so, the blonde woman held a small, powder-filled box up to her nose.

"Ohhh..Suddenly..I.. I feel...so...sleepy.." the Tigress blurted as she staggered backwards in dizziness. She suddenly felt strong arms grab her from behind. "I have ze fraulein!!" the elderly man declared in a heavy German accent as he seized the struggling heroine...twisting her voluptuous body in the grip of the man...rising on the balls of her erotic bare feet. The blonde woman shoved the box close to her flaring nostrils.

It was not long before the heroine's shapely body fell limp within her captor's grasp. Her brown eyes became sleepy and dull and fluttered within the slits of her tigerskin cowl. Her breasts rose and fell slowly as she inhaled deep whiffs of the powder...and a pair of outlines became visible against the fabric of her thin tiger skin bra.

"Ohhh..I..I've..been trapped..Strange powder..Feel..so..sleepy..I..can't..can't..stay...awake..Uhhhhhh" the Tigress confessed as her head rolled against her right shoulder and she blacked out. "Sleep peacefully Zabaquite Zigress..Soon you sleep.. forever!" the blonde woman sneered.



To be continued.