Tigress of India in Deadly Dream Control 3

India 1940

Major Gavin Stewart came to Diala Singh's apartment and couldn't believe what he saw. Diala greeted him in a short black silk robe that accentuated her magnificent chest and long sensuous legs. Her jet black hair cascaded over the creamy flesh of her shoulders. She was wearing a very lulling perfume.

"I have never seen this side of you, Diala," he said, breathless with desire. "I feel we should become closer, don't you?" she responded, taking his hands in hers and leading him into her apartment. They had a leisurely dinner, talking about work, staring at each other. Stewart could not take his eyes off Diala's huge shapely breasts, which were barely covered by the robe. Diala saw this and smiled: her dream, of being taken by Stewart, would come true.

In the kitchen, hiding, Todd and Joan looked at each other in triumph listening, to what was happening. Soon the Tigress would be nothing but a slave to man's touch and Diala would be a spy for the Nazis. When Diala and Stewart sat down on the couch after dinner, she quickly moved close to him, putting his hands on her out thrust chest. "You have been wanting to touch these," she said huskily. Stewart began to caress her breasts, each touch sending tidal waves of pleasure through the Tigress, who began to become sleepy and docile, her legs twisting and kicking with enjoyment. Spellbound, her body yearned to be tamed and touched forever.

"Do not kiss me until you have completely made my breasts yours," she said. Stewart obeyed, his fingers brushing her nipples into hardness. "I will prepare for you in my bedroom," said the Tigress, once all her strength had been drained away. She kissed Stewart passionately. "Come when I call and you will take me and I will be yours." Stewart nodded and the turned-on Tigress, who could think of nothing but impure thoughts, walked sexily into her bedroom.

Todd and Joan had planned for everything, but what happened next. Five undercover Nazi agents, carrying guns, suddenly entered the kitchen through the back door. "Who are you and why are you here?," one asked quietly. "Stewart is our target." Todd tried to explain, but he was hit on the head with the butt of a gun butt and knocked out. Joan managed to blurt out something about "Tigress," "chloroform," and "sodium pentathol," but she was knocked out as well by an impatient Nazi. "If anyone gets Stewart, it will be us," hissed one of the men.

Hearing the noise, Stewart went out to into the kitchen and immediately was told to raise his hands. "Let's see if Tigress is around," said one of the men to Hans, the leader. The Nazi held up Todd's bottle of sodium pentathol and a pad. The drugged pad was pressed over Stewart's nose and mouth and he soon began to answer Hans' questions. "It is true," Stewart said, "Tigress is made helpless by chloroform and men touching her breasts." "Is she here?," whispered one of the men. "No," answered Stewart.

"Well, let's just make sure," snarled Hans, who signaled that Todd and Joan should be taken out and quietly killed. "We will share Stewart with no one. And if we can capture the Tigress as well, it will be even greater glory for the Third Reich." After Todd and Joan were disposed of, each of the men were given a chloroform pad. They walked into the living room.

The Tigress had heard nothing until then, her disorientated mind filled with dreams of Stewart possessing her breasts. But the heavy footsteps alarmed her. She sensed Stewart was in great danger. Joan had left the Tigress's costume in the bedroom. Diala quickly donned the tiger pelt mask, pasted the tiger pelt patches on her nipples...and then donned the tiger print panty. Her super strength and reflexes returned. The sexy Indian adventuress bolted out of the door, immediately kicking a Nazi soldier against the wall.

"Major, where are you?" she shouted. When another man rushed at her, the Tigress punched his lights out, effortlessly. She put her hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart.

"Here is your Major," said Hans, walking out of the kitchen, holding a gun to Stewart's head. The British officer was still dazed from the dose of sodium pentathol he had been given. "And you will do nothing to stop us from capturing you, Tigress." Diala stood still, looking for a chance to strike. "Now, I want you to lie on the floor, Tigress," said Hans, thinking about the best way to render the heroine helpless.

"You are right...I will do as you say" replied Diala who had no choice but to obey, sinking to her knees and then lying face down, her curvy shape straightening out on the floor. "Bind the woman's hands firmly," Hans ordered. It was quickly done. The Tigress could snap the ropes in a moment, but she dare not with Stewart in danger.

"Now Major," said Hans, smiling as if he had come up with the perfect plan, "take this pad and put the bitch into a sleep deep. Do it well or you and she die." Stewart kneeled down next to the Tigress and turned her on her side. "I am sorry, but I have no choice," he said as he removed the tiger pelt patches and began to stroke her chest vigorously.

"Ahhh...can't fight...chloroform...put it on my nipples...becoming so sleepy...Stewart's touch is so powerful...think of nothing but sex and sleep...can not resist," moaned Tigress, who could not keep forbidden images out of her mind. Her head began to sag as her nipples became harder and harder under Stewart's hands. Her breasts became slick with the chloroform....her nipples erect and bullet shaped. Her long muscular legs lost their strength and slightly parted...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...twitching slower and slower.

Seeing this, the Major spread her sensuous legs open wide and ran the pad on the soft flesh of her thighs and then under her panty, rubbing her most sensitive spot. "So weak...cannot save Stewart...going to sleep...they have defeated me," said Tigress, her eyes flickering behind her mask. The Nazis laughed, nudging each other at seeing the mighty Tigress so powerless.

"Good Major," said Hans, who, along with the rest of the men, were aroused. "We will do the rest." Two men approached the Tigress, one firmly clamping a chloroform pad over her mouth and nose, the other placing pads soaked with chloroform over her nipples and then taping them on her breasts. "Ahhh..mmmphmm..mmphmm," the Tigress blurted looking at the Major with drowsy concern before closing her eyes and drifting off into unconsciousness.

"Now bind her legs, the calves and thighs," Hans said. "I will prepare the car for our honorable guests." But when Hans took a step out of the door, he was shot dead by a contingent of British soldiers. The struggle at Diala's apartment had been reported by neighbors, and because it was the home of someone who worked for British Intelligence a squad had been dispatched immediately. The four other Nazis took out their guns, but, seeing that they were out numbered and both entrances covered, they surrendered.

Stewart untied Tigress, shook her awake, and helped her put her tiger pelt bra back on. "What happened?" she said weakly after the Major pulled her to her feet. "Thank God you came or I would be in Nazi hands," explained Stewart, "but where is Diala? Is she safe?" "Oh, I told her to run off and call for help," said the Tigress with the hint of a smile, "she should be back soon."

"I was having dinner with Miss Singh," said the Major, his face growing red with embarrassment, "we are... becoming... close." Tigress thought for a moment and then said, very quietly, "I understand Gavin. I care for you but as long as the Nazis are here I can only think of one thing: their defeat. If you wish to see Diala Singh it is fine with me." Stewart sighed with relief.

"But I would not be surprised if this experience with the Nazis made her less... aggressive," said the Tigress, ready to leave. "This is just my intuition, but Diala may want to take it much more slowly after this." Stewart looked puzzled. Given what had happened earlier that evening, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. "That's just my feeling" said Tigress as she ran off, vowing to keep her dreams of submission under control from now on.

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