Denver, Colorado. 10 pm.


FBI agent Jack Davis hung up the phone after letting it ring six times. "Strange..Ginger's not at her apartment...where could she be at this time of night?" he wondered aloud as he slipped into bed beside his wife Lynda. Their two sons..Neal and Noah..had been put to bed hours ago. "Really sweetheart..Don't you think you're being just a little overprotective of your sister...She's a grown woman after all..." replied Lynda to her husband. "I know honey..but I get concerned that all Ginger thinks about is work...She really should think about finding a good man..settling down.." said Jack. "That's up to her sweetheart...Maybe she's with someone right now...I know she's your little sister..but you really must stop worrying so much..." said Lynda. "Yeah..I guess you're right...There's probably nothing to worry about..." replied Jack as he switched off the bedside lamp. Lynda was probably right, Jack thought. What kind of trouble could Ginger be in at this time?



Crush Building. Downtown Denver. Same time.



Big trouble was the answer to Jack Davis' question. After changing into her new alter-ego as the super-powered and sexy crimefighter called Tiger Claw Woman..Ginger had gone to the corporate headquarters of the semi-professional club...The Crush...to find the evidence that she needed to get a court order that would get her friend Diana Lane's teenage daughter Candy back home. Candy and some other teenage girls from her high school had run away from home and been drafted as cheerleader trainees for the Crush. After unsuccessfully attempting to get an order in the Denver District Court...the lady lawyer..decided to use the super powers she acquired on her recent trip to Thailand...and make her American debut as Tiger Claw Woman. Having easily dispensed with the hired help of a Thai business magnate in Bangkok..Ginger was confident she could defeat any enemy..with her feline strength, speed and agility.



Making her way swiftly and stealthily..from her apartment to the Crush Building...Tiger Claw Woman easily gained entry and had used her micro-camera to take photos of some incriminating medical documents in Coach Mills Weston's office...which she could use as Ginger Davis in court. Unfortunately..five of the Crush's football players had discovered the masked superwoman and a battle ensued. The American Tigress had managed to defeat four of the incredibly strong athletes..before one of them grabbed hold of her huge breasts..that were barely contained in her one-piece, thin and translucent tiger pelt costume..and began to toy with her nipples. Ginger's long-repressed sexual urges overwhelmed almost immediately. She became incredibly sleepy as the player sexually aroused her nipples. Tiger Claw Woman managed to shake herself out of that stupor and escaped from that player..only to get clubbed in her super breasts by an old security guard in the hall.



As the guard stood over the shapely intruder..with his nightstick ready to strike her broad chest once more...he could not get over the sight of the American Tigress. Her long mane of reddish gold hair..curvaceous and muscular bronze body... huge firm breasts which threatened to pop out of her one-piece tiger pelt bikini..smooth muscular arms and legs. The translucent nature of the buxom crimebuster's outfit allowed him to see her hardening nipples..toned abdomen..even parts of the thick clump of reddish gold pubic hair nestled between her huge thighs. "Uuuhhhhh...You got me... Tiger Claw Breasts..hurt...feeling so sleepy...going to pass out..No..must stay conscious..." said Ginger. Her blue eyes fluttering in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she struggled to stay awake and suppress the erotic thoughts in her head.



"No false moves lady..." warned the guard as he reached for his walkie-talkie to report the situation to the police. However his eyes were glued to the large breasts of the Tiger Claw Woman...and their hardened nipples...as they rose and fell slowly before him. Sensing his distraction..Ginger managed to clear her head enough..to command her super nipples to soften slightly and she was able to access her feline strength once again. In the blink of an eye...Tiger Claw Woman locked her calves around the neck of the startled guard...and flung him over her head..against a wall. The guard groaned in pain as he collapsed to the floor in an unconscious heap. Ginger quickly leapt to her feet. "Oohhh..My Tiger Claw Breasts ache..Have to get out of here before the police arrive..I'll figure this out later..but I have the evidence I need..." thought the heroine as she made her exit.



24 hours later. Marshall Mansion. West Denver suburbs. 7 am



The blonde billionaire had just completed 20 laps in his outdoor Olympic swimming pool and emerged to have his breakfast..when he saw Coach Mills Weston approaching with the morning paper. "Since when do football coaches do paper routes?" quipped Matt Marshall as he slipped a bathrobe over her althetically-buffed body. "You should see this boss" replied Weston..handing Marshall the newspaper as he sat down at his poolside table. Marshall opened the paper and saw a front page story of a break in at the Crush Building..five players and a security guard were injured. After speed reading the article..the sports magnate looked up at the coach. "I see you got the players and the guard not to tell the press anything..Good..we don't need that kind of attention now..." said Marshall..pouring himself some coffee.



"The players and the guard say the intruder was a woman...She was wearing a mask and a tight costume...called herself Tiger Claw Woman..tossed them around pretty good...but not before Sammy got hold of her big boobs...He said the bitch complained how that made her feel sleepy...but they couldn't finish her off..." said the coach. "Tiger Claw Woman huh?....Some kind of mystery superwoman....Sounds vaguely familiar...Now that we know she's got a weakness..We'll be ready for her..." vowed Marshall. "There's more..think she may have seen the documents on the steroids..if that gets out..." said Coach Weston. "Don't worry about it Coach...We're this close to getting The Crush into the big league...First some lady lawyer..Ginger Davis tries to get a court order for the Candy Lane girl....then a busty superchick breaks into our offices...Too much of a coincidence..." reckoned the sports magnate as he stood up.



"So what's the play Boss?" asked Coach Weston. "This Tiger Claw bitch must be working for that attorney..I'll get the judge to stall her..We'll invite the lady lawyer to the sponsorship bash we're having here tomorrow night...Have the Lane girl and the others here too...That's sure to bring the super bimbo here..then we capture her!" replied Marshall. "You got it Boss...I'll be ready for the Tiger Claw meddler next time..." Weston assured the sports magnate.



Denver District Court. Noon.



Attorney Ginger Davis stood in front of Judge Arthur Gold in his private chambers as he studied the medical documents she extracted from the Crush Building as Tiger Claw Woman the night before. After examining the documents for 20 minutes...the old judge..removed his glasses and looked up at Ginger..who was conservatively attired in a brown business suit compared to her more revealing attires as the American Tigress. Her red hair with golden highlights was tied into a tight bun atop her head. "I'm afraid that I can't admit this evidence Miss Davis....You know very well that no warrant was issued for a search of Coach Weston's office...Perhaps if the person who supplied you with this evidence could testify..." suggested Judge Gold. Ginger knew this was impossible because she had obtained this evidence as Tiger Claw Woman.



After leaving the judge's office....Ginger encountered a messenger who handed her a letter and left. Opening the letter...the lady lawyer's blue eyes sparkled with determination as she realised it was an invitation to Matt Marshall's sponsorship banquet at his suburban mansion the following night. Of particular interest to Ginger was the presentation of the new Crush cheerleaders. "This is perfect!...I'll go there as Ginger Davis..change into Tiger Claw Woman and expose the steroid ring inside The Crush.." resolved the lady lawyer as she briskly walked out of the court. Little did Ginger realise that both she and her sexy alter-ego had just fallen into a very cleverly laid trap.



24 hours later. Marshall Mansion. 8 pm.



With her red hair with golden highlights swept atop her head..still wearing her glasses..and dressed in a conservative, white business suit...Ginger Davis entered the sports magnate's palatial home and was greeted by the man himself. "Welcome Miss Davis..So glad you could come..." said Matt Marshall with a broad smile on his face. Ginger felt her nipples tingle slightly under her blouse..as she gazed upon Marshall's well-toned upper torso..highlighted by his tuxedo. Everywhere she looked..the lady lawyer saw many of the city's top politicians and business people in attendance. Marshall was clearly pulling out all the stops to get The Crush promoted. "He's certainly not ready for the stop that Tiger Claw Woman is going to put on those plans..." thought Ginger..smiling as she shook his hand. "Thank you Mr Marshall...I really came to see your team's new cheerleaders..One of them is the daughter of a good friend of mine.." said Ginger.



"Ah yes..Candy Lane..Great young lady...They're probably somewhere around ..preparing for their big show later on..Please..enjoy yourself..Have fun..." replied Matt with a smile as he left her to mingle with some of the other guests. As she mingled with the crowd...Ginger focused her thoughts...the lady lawyer used the power of her magic bracelets..hidden in her purse...to locate Candy and the other teenage girls. They were located on the second floor of the mansion..in the east wing. Making her way through the crowd...Ginger slipped into the ladies room. Locking the door...she quickly removed her magic golden bracelets from her purse and slipped them on to her wrists..initiating her amazing transformation.



Ginger was engulfed in a brilliant aura of golden light...and she heard the thunderous roar of a tiger echoing through her head. By the time the light faded...she had grown to nearly seven feet in height. Her hair had turned reddish gold..cascading like a waterfall from the top of her head..on to her broad shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her skin had assumed a healthly golden tan. Her curvaceous and muscular body was garbed in a one piece, translucent outfit..fashioned from a tiger's pelt..barely covered her amazing upper body. It was open in the front..from the space between her huge, firm cleavage to just below her navel..inches above her secret spot..where she saw swirls of reddish gold pubic hair peeking out along the borders of the panty portion of her attire..between her large thighs.



Ginger's breasts had become larger and firmer..and were barely covered by the upper part of her attire...which was fastened to a gold tiger face clip just behind her neck..hidden by her long mane of reddish gold hair. The gold bracelets gleamed proudly on each of her wrists. Her hands felt unusually strong. Her fingernails were polished, claw-like and razor sharp. The same could be said of Ginger's feet which were bare but felt amazingly strong. Her toenails were similarly polished, claw-like and razor sharp. A tiger pelt mask stretched across the upper part of her face to conceal the identity of the dowdy lady lawyer. "Now to rescue Candy and put The Crush out of business!" resolved Tiger Claw Woman as she slipped out of the bathroom window. Her large breasts bobbed suggestively under her tiger pelt attire..her erotic bare feet making no sound as she sprinted across the well-manicured law towards the east wing of the mansion.



Looking up..the American Tigress sensed her quarry was in a lit room on the second floor. Flexing her powerful thighs... the buxom super beauty.. leapt on to the landing.. silently on the soles of her erotic bare feet. Ginger's blue eyes widened in surprise in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she looked through the landing's glass door and witnessed the events transpiring inside the room. The nine teenage girls..including Candy Lane.. were either lying on the floor or seated in chairs...being gently chloroformed by smiling team members into a state of grogginess. Tiger Claw Woman saw Candy protesting while Coach Mills Weston poured some chloroform into a thick cotton pad. The heroine watched grimly as the Coach stepped up behind Candy..clamped the pad over her nose and mouth..and Candy succumbed quickly to the effects of the sleep drug. "That's it boys..these chicks are ready for the "Joystick" !" grinned the coach.



Using the micro-camera she concealed in her left bracelet...Tiger Claw Woman took pictures of Candy and the other girls..on the floor or in chairs...in a sexy and drowsy state. "Joystick..Joystick... Joystick...Joystick..." they moaned repeatedly as the players pulled down their panties. The masked superwoman watched as the coach came to each player..handing them each a long capsule. Ginger watched as the capsule was inserted into the vaginas of each of the sleepy teen maidens..and they immediately began to orgasm..as the Crush players fondled their breasts and vaginas. "Must obey..Must give pleasure to the Warriors of the Crush..." chanted Candy and the other girls in their drugged state. Putting away her camera...Tiger Claw Woman could no longer afford to wait..and tensed her curvaceous body for action.



Coach Weston smiled as he saw the American Tigress smash through the glass door and enter the room. "Game's over Coach!..I'm taking you all to justice!!" declared Ginger as she sent one of the Crush players flying across the room with a right fist to the jaw. Leaping forward..Tiger Claw Woman dropped another player to the floor..by planting the ball of her erotic right foot between his legs. Another player's head was rocked back as the busty crimefighter drove the ball of her erotic left foot into his jaw. Evading a lunging player...Ginger sent him to dreamland with a right hand karate chop to the back of his neck. Somersaulting towards two more players...Tiger Claw Woman sent them flying against a wall..with a sweeping left roundhouse kick. The heroine tossed three of the players off the drugged teenage girls with ease...and then punched their lights out.



Cradling the dazed Candy Lane in her strong arms...against her awesome cleavage...the American Tigress checked her vital signs. She was heavily drugged but fine otherwise. "Once I arrest Weston..I'll contact Jack..He'll get the police here..." thought Tiger Claw Woman. She saw the other girls were still groggy while the eight Crush players were down and out. Just then...the heroine's heightened sense of hearing..detected a noise in an adjacent room. "Coach Weston must be running scared...He knows he doesn't have anything to stop me...Time to put this thing to bed.." resolved Ginger with confidence. Gently laying Candy on the floor...Tiger Claw Woman strolled slowly towards the doorway to the room she heard the sound from. The buxom American Tigress gripped the handle with her right hand and opened the door. She entered to find the Coach standing directly in front of her..inside the adjacent bedroom.



"The game's over Coach Weston!...No more time outs for you!" quipped Tiger Claw Woman as she assumed her heroic pose. Her hands resting on her shapely waist..her long legs slightly apart..her large firm breasts pushed forward with confidence. "But lots of lights out for you bitch!" countered the coach. "What are you talking about Coach??!" laughed Ginger. She was amused at his response. Little did the American Tigress know that she had just implemented Coach Weston's evil plan. From behind a thick curtain..Crush quarterback Cris Cable..emerged and threw a football straight into the centre of Tiger Claw Woman's huge chest. "Uuunnhhhhh!!!!" said the buxom crimefighter as the football exploded..releasing a potent eroto-steroid laced with chloroform...on to the massive mounds of her amazing chest.



"Get ready for overtime super bimbo!" sneered Weston as the American Tigress staggered back into the other room..falling into the arms of the eight Crush football players..who she thought she had beaten.The steroids in their systems allowed them to recover shortly after the heroine had fought them..and they were actually pretending to have been knocked unconscious. "Ahhhh...Tiger Claw Breasts...Ahhhh...Feeling so strange...Ahhhh..Tiger Claw Nipples...Ahhhh...Getting...h..hh..hhhh... hhaaardddd...Feeling..sexy...tired....Ahhhh...so hard..to think...must get..free.." moaned Ginger as she wriggled helplessly in the firm grips of the football players as they lowered her to the floor. The super nipples of the gorgeous American Tigress...completely coated in the eroto-steroid chloroform..became as hard as bullets under her thin and translucent attire..bringing all her repressed sexual desires to the fore.



"The woman's boobs are the source of her powers!...Turn her on..and she'll be weaker than a kitten!" ordered Coach Weston. Dazed, disoriented and sexually aroused by the eroto-steroid chloroform that bathed every inch of her amazing cleavage...Ginger was helpless as she felt male hands reach behind her neck and unfasten the golden tiger head clip that kept her costume in place. "Check out the hooters on the super chick!" grinned a player as he pulled down the upper portion of the buxom heroine's costume...exposing her large golden tanned breasts..capped at their summits by puffy brown nipples that were erect and gleamed with a hazy lustre. With her curvaceous and muscular body pinned firmly to the floor by four of the players...the other four Crush players began to massage every inch of Ginger's huge, firm, super-powered breasts.



"Uhuhhh....Stop...Unuhhh...Men touching..Unnhhh..Tiger Claw Breasts..Unuhuhhhh...Being sexually molested..sexually aroused..feel so weak...I..I..I'm getting so tired..Uuuhuhhhhh..." complained the American Tigress who was totally vulnerable to the impromptu but effective chest massage being administered by the football players. "Aaaa...Ooooo...Aahhh..Aahhh..Ooooahhhh..." cooed Tiger Claw Woman as the coarse fingers of the football players polished her drug soaked nipples to a glossy sheen..making them as hard and shiny like diamonds. Held down firmly by the weight of the Crush players..Ginger's blue eyes became heavier with sleep in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as thoughts of men's touch and sex..filled her head and her chest. In the midst of the attack on the heroine's breasts..one player shoved his hand under her flimsy tiger pelt briefs..and began to explore her thick, reddish gold forest of pubic hair.



"Aahhahhhh...No..not my Tiger Claw Bush...Ooohhhhh...Touchdown...Crush has scored...Aaaaahhh ..Never felt so out of it...Uuunuhhhh..." confessed the American Tigress in a faint and sleepy voice. The struggles of her curvaceous and muscular body against the floor ceased..and only the twitching of her erotic bare feet were her sole signs of defiance. Seeing that Tiger Claw Woman had been rendered sleepy and turned on..Coach Weston initiated the next part of his game plan. "Keep the upper part of the super bimbo's body pinned to the floor.." ordered the coach and the players did as they were told. Ginger stared sleepily at Coach Weston as he knelt down in front of her...and pulled her long, shapely legs wide apart. "No..Uuhhh...Tiger Claw Breasts..so weak..Uhuhhh..Tiger Claw Nipples..hard...dizzy...Uhuhhh..Not..my Tiger Claw Bush...." moaned the helpless heroine. Pulling her tiger pelt panties down...Coach Weston..revealed Ginger dense forest of pubic hair.



He deftly opened the lips of the American Tigress' vagina..and inserted a "joystick". "Aaahhhh!!!!.. ..Aahhhhh!!!!..Uunnn!!!!..Uuunnuhhhhhh!!!!!!! cried Tiger Claw Woman as the capsule..contained double-strength eroto-steroids..set her genitals ablaze with unbridled sexual pleasure. The loud music and conversation downstairs..together with the soundproof walls of the mansion..prevented anyone from hearing the masked superwoman's plight and coming to her aid. "Aahhhh!!!..Ahahhh!!! ..Aahunnn!!!..Aahhh!!!..Aaieee !!!!..Aaieee!!!!" said Tiger Claw Woman..feeling as though thousands of spear tips were simultaneously stabbing her genitals. Ginger struggled to get free..but with her Tiger Claw Breasts drugged by the eroto-steroid chloroform...she only had the strength of a normal woman.



"Mmmphhhh!!!!...Mmpphhhh!!!...Mmphhhh!!!" added the heroine as a player muzzled her groans by clamping a thick cotton pad soaked in chloroform over her nose and mouth. Her Tiger Claw strength nullified by her erotic fantasies...the potent sleep drug hit the sexy Tigress of America like a tonne of bricks. Seeing that Ginger's blue eyes were barely open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask...Coach Weston knew that the sensuous superwoman was almost finished. He signaled to the player with the chloroform pad to raise cradle Tiger Claw Woman's head in his lap..remove the pad but keep it close to her beautiful, sleepy face. He did so..raising the sleepy superwoman into a half sitting position..with her arms limp at her sides..her long shapely legs were spread wide apart below her waist. The other seven players went to tend to Candy and the other girls.



"Uunnhhhhh...Tiger Claw Breasts...Tiger Claw Nipples..Tiger Claw Bush...feel so warm..Uuhhhh..too much...sexual pleasure..So weak..so sleepy...Crush has defeated me...Impossible..to believe..but true.." confessed the buxom crimefighter in a sleepy voice. The enhanced eroto-steroids in the capsule..sending waves of overwhelming sexual warmth and pleasure into her vagina...eroding Ginger's steely resolve to fight for justice and protect the innocent. "Game over for you super bitch...Now tell us how to keep you out of it..so we can have fun with you..." sneered Coach Weston as the fingers of his right hands untied the tangled reddish gold strands of Ginger's pubic hair. "Ooohhhh..Don't want to..but..Aahhhhh...can't stand it....Uuhuhhh..when a man plays with.. ..Oooo..My Tiger Claw Bush...Uhuuhhh..I..have to tell..the truth..." cooed the defeated American Tigress.



"Enough speeches lady...Tell me how to make ya weak..keep ya turned on an tired.." insisted the coach as his fingers combed the reddish gold pubic forest of Tiger Claw Woman. "Remove..my magic bracelets...They are..key to my Tiger Claw Strength...I..I must remain a virgin..to keep..my powers.." sighed Ginger sleepily. She was unable to control her tongue or speak anything except the truth. A football player removed the golden bracelets from the wrists of sleepy and sexually aroused masked superwoman. "The invitation... designed to flush me out..draw me..into a trap..." deduced the drugged American Tigress as Coach Weston continued to fondle her vagina while the football player behind her brushed her rock solid nipples with the fingers of his free left hand. The player's right hand held the chloroform-soaked cotton pad inches away from Ginger's nose and mouth..keeping her disoriented.



"Got that right you masked super bimbo...the boss figured you're workin for that Ginger Davis lawyer woman...Now that we nailed you...We'll get her too..You'll learn what happens when you meddle in our business..." sneered the coach as he continued to fondle Tiger Claw Woman's reddish gold patch of pubic hair. "Uuuhhhhh...You got me good...Uuuhhhh..Congratulations....but..Ooooo... only halftime...When I wake up...Uhuuhhh..will stop you..Uuhhh..Bring you to justice...and... Mmmmphhhhh!!!!!" quipped Ginger before the football player clamped the chloroform pad over her nose and mouth to interrupt her heroic speech..and send her senses spinning out of control. "Sleep tight super bimbo....Ain't no escape for ya now!" gloated the football player as he tickled the hard brown nipples of Tiger Claw Woman with his free hand. Ginger's blue eyes rolled up in the slits of her tiger pelt mask..slowly closing as the combination of the drugs and erotic fondling of her breasts and vagina succeeded in knocking her totally unconscious in less than two seconds. "When she wakes up we'll use extra doses of the eroto-steroid along with the training to make her serve us," said the coach, looking down at gleaming breasts of the American Tigress. "In only a few hours we'll do to her what it took weeks to do to the other bitches -- turn her into a pleasure junkie!"



FBI office. Downtown Denver. 8.30 pm.



Agent Jack Davis was about to leave work for the day when he heard a familiar sound on his desktop computer. He had just received an email. "Who could this be at this time?" wondered Jack as he sat down behind his computer. Accessing his inbox..he saw that it was from his sister..Ginger..attorney at law. "Hmmm..Some kind of photos..." said Jack as he accessed the file which Ginger sent him. His jaw dropped when the file was opened and he read its contents. Jack immediately started to make hardcopies of the file and make some calls. Knowing Ginger not to be one to deal with frivolous information as a lawyer...Jack knew that he had to act fast if he had to save Candy Lane and the other teenage girls in the grips of The Crush.



Marshall mansion. 9 pm.



"Ooooo.....Ooohhh..." sighed Tiger Claw Woman as she slowly and painfully regained consciousness. Her large breasts and her vagina felt sore..as if they had been groped for hours. Her blue eyes fluttered open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. Pillowed by her long mane of reddish gold hair...the Tigress of America rolled her head slowly from side to side..trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. Ginger looked up and saw the blurred image of Matt Marshall standing over her. "Must be an easier way to crash a party..Isn't there..Tiger Claw Woman??" gloated the sports magnate. He was watching the buxom heroine..who was sprawled out on her back atop a bed..arms and legs spread wide apart..wrists and ankles handcuffed to opposite end of the bed. She was naked except for her mask.



"Uuhuhhhhhh...What..What happened...Tiger Claw Breasts..feel so weak..Tiger Claw Nipples..never been so sexually aroused...Unnuhhh..Tiger Claw Bush..feels sore...My powers..gone...I don't understand..." moaned Ginger..wriggling her arms and legs in a futile attempt to get free. "It's really very simple...After you broke into my building and beat up my players...I contacted my associate in Thailand..Mr Tong Po....He told me an old legend of a hero chick called Tiger Claw Woman...she's super strong..but can't resist a man touching her breasts or her crotch..makes her horny..until she blacks out..." explained Matt Marshall.



"Unhhh...Your steroids..came from Thailand..Tong Po was your supplier..." deduced the heroine. "Right...You messed up his business..but not before enough of the steroids reached Denver...for The Crush..." grinned Marshall."Ginger Davis and I know all about your steroid ring...and how you are exploiting..raping those teenage girls...Once the evidence is in court...You will be brought to justice...!" quipped Tiger Claw Woman. "But it won't dear girl...because I will throw out the case no matter what.." replied Judge Arthur Gold as he stood beside Marshall. Ginger was stunned. The judge had been on Marshall's payroll the whole time. "As you can see Tiger Claw Woman..I always covered my bases...those girls will provide good entertainment for my players..and so will you..." gloated Marshall. "Never!..I'll never be your slave!" snarled the buxom American Tigress. At that moment..a cotton pad soaked in chloroform was clamped over Ginger's nose and mouth.



"Uummphhhh!!!!" screamed Tiger Claw Woman into the pad. Her blue eyes widening in the slits of her mask as she struggled furiously to get free. Coach Weston walked towards the wide open legs of the busty superwoman..with a joystick in his hands. "Nhhhh!!!!..Nuhhhhh!!!!" pleaded Ginger. Her blue eyes widening in terror in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as the capsule inched closer to her vagina. However she was unable to escape the inevitable. "Nnhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" screamed Tiger Claw Woman as the coach inserted the joystick into her vagina. Ginger felt an immediate explosion of sexual pleasure and warmth explode in her genitals and extend throughout the rest of her body."Nnnhhhhh!!!!" cried the heroine as Coach Weston inserted another joystick into her privates with the same result.



Ordering the player who was chloroforming Ginger to remove the drugged pad... Coach Weston placed his hand around her mouth and puckered her full red lips. "Now to addict you to doing nothing, wanting nothing, but pleasuring yourself and men," he said, his voice low and serious. "Uuhhh..Uuhhh..Uuuhhh.." protested Tiger Claw Woman as the coach repeatedly pulled his right index finger in and out of her mouth.While that was happening...the football player fondled the heroine's puffy brown nipples..turning them into concrete. He then bunched her breasts together, inserting his finger between them, repeating what the coach had told him to say as he stroked between her sexy mounds -- "your breasts are ours..your breasts are ours...your breasts are ours."



"Ooohhh...Uuhhhh..Aahhhhhh.." moaned Tiger Claw Woman..fighting desperately to keep her head clear of sexual thoughts. If she became hooked on the pleasure enhancing drug and man's touch she would be finished. But the combination of the eroto-steroid and the seductive stroking was much, much too strong -- she became docile, obedient. "That's it Tiger Claw,' said the coach smiling, as he felt her body respond eagerly to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out of her mouth, "you are learning quickly.. wrap your tongue around my finger, wrap it nice and tight." Tiger Claw Woman began to suck on the coach's finger -- she wanted to please him. The finger of the football player, sliding between her breasts, made her dream of a man stroking them with his member. "Accept what gives you pleasure, only pleasure," said the coach, fondling Ginger's reddish gold pubic hair with his free hand. He nodded to Judge Gold, who inserted three more joysticks into Ginger's throbbing vagina in quick succession. The men had planned well -- without the power of her magic bracelets..and weakened from her earlier battle...Tiger Claw Woman capitulated to her powerful repressed fantasy of sexual submission -- she wanted to remain weak so that she could be filled with pleasure and give men pleasure.



"Aahhhhhuhhhhhhhhh..." groaned the American Tigress as her curvaceous body surged atop the bed as a massive orgasm exploded within her. She then collapsed on to the bed..totally drained and weakened from the delicious sexual torture. "Uuuhhhhhh...Tiger Claw Breasts..Tiger Claw Bush...Yours to possess...Must obey you...Masters...want pleasure of man's touch forever" sighed Ginger. Her blue eyes were glazed and sleepy-looking in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. Marshall, Weston and Judge Gold were beside themselves with delight. They had broken the will of the buxom avenger and they were going enjoy themselves making sure she would be helpless permanently.



Matt Marshall ordered the player to remove her handcuffs. "Stand up Tiger Claw Woman.." ordered Marshall, "you must give yourself to us so that you will feel pleasure. There is no pleasure, no joystick, without doing what we say. "Yes..I obey..." replied Ginger as she got off the bed. "Tell me, can you escape our control, even if you put on your bracelets?" Marshall asked, curious if there was a way for Ginger to overcome her addiction. "If you take my body, bracelets will be neturalized. Must be innocent of man's touch to have powers."



"Kneel before me slave!" said the sports magnate to the drugged superwoman, "it is time make you live only for pleasure." "Yes...I obey..." replied Tiger Claw Woman...falling to her knees in front of her wily foe. Her head bowed between her large golden tanned breasts..that were partially hidden by strands of her long mane of reddish gold hair. "I know you want a joystick Tiger Claw Woman, you want it so badly you will suck me off and lose your powers to get it," sneered Matt Marshall.



"Uuhhh..Must obey..I will be under man's command..forever..." admitted the spellbound Tiger Claw Woman. "Perfect," laughed the sports magnate, "we will use you for our entertainment. Perhaps you will coach our woman's basketball team..if we ever let a woman with your knockout body out of the bedroom." He unzipped his pants..extracted his member and began to stroke until it was straight as an arrow. Ginger's red lips opened as she lowered her face closer and closer to Marshall's dick. She hesitated for a moment, her remaining shreds of will fighting the certain end of her crimefighting career. Looking at the other men with a look of triumph, Marshall placed his hands on the sides of Ginger's head and brought her mouth towards his waist. "Don't fight.. Tiger Claw.. relax.. in a few moments it will all be over," he said. "Yes...ssss.." whispered Ginger, completely defeated, opening her mouth as commanded.



Suddenly..there were the sounds of sirens outside and shouts of



"FBI!!".."Police!!".."Freeze!!".



"What the hell..?!!!" cried the startled Matt Marshall. Coach Weston, Judge Gold and the football player were also distracted for a moment. That moment was all it took for Tiger Claw Woman to clear her head and mentally summon her magic bracelets. They attached themselves to her wrists once more...their magical powers purging the heroine's chest and vagina of all sexual and sleepy stimuli. "Owwhhhhh!!!!!" yelled Matt Marshall as Tiger Claw Woman gave his exposed penis a painful yank. Leaping to her feet..she knocked him out with a savage right uppercut to the jaw. Judge Gold turned and ran straight into a bed post..which knocked him unconscious instantly.



Coach Weston made a run for it but Tiger Claw Woman leapt after him..driving the balls of her erotic bare feet hard into the middle of his back. "Uhhhhh!!" groaned the coach as he slammed into the football player. Both of them crumbled to the floor in an unconscious heap. Hearing footsteps rapidly approaching the door...Ginger quickly donned her tiger pelt costume and made her exit out the second storey landing of the mansion.



Denver,Colorado. Next day.



Clad in a loose-fitting pink bathrobe..her red hair with golden highlights loose about her shoulders and her glasses off...Ginger Davis read the morning paper. The headline story spoke about the FBI busting a steroid ring within The Crush. Matt Marshall, Coach Weston and Judge Gold were arrested and imprisoned for their roles in the ring. Many of The Crush's players were also jailed and the team was disbanded. Candy Lane and the other girls were treated at hospital and returned home to their families. FBI agent Jack Davis took credit for the bust...built around copies of the medical documents from Coach Weston's office..that were photographed by Tiger Claw Woman.



Ginger set down the newspaper and looked across at the pair of magical golden bracelets that glistened on the table in front of her. "Well Tiger Claw Woman....My life will never be the same now that you're in it...but you have to keep your breasts and vagina out of trouble...I don't want to get used to wanting criminals to knock me unconscious..." said Ginger as she held the bracelets in her hands.



end.