Across the darkened waters of the Indian Ocean, the merchant freighter made its way slowly towards its destination. However unknown to the crew of the unsuspecting vessel, its every move was being shadowed.


When the pursuers felt the chase had gone on long enough, the order was given and the silence of the Indian Ocean was shattered by a loud explosion which sent the vessel to the bottom.



The following morning, Major Gavin Stewart strolled briskly up the steps of British Army Intelligence HQ in Bombay, India. The sounds of his shoes echoed down the hall as he approached the office of Colonel Roger McDonald, Chief of Intelligence.



Outside McDonald's office, a young Indian woman clad in a baggy white blouse and brown skirt turned towards him. "Go ahead Major..The Colonel is expecting you" she said as she handed him a leather bound dossier.


The 40-year-old, blonde-haired Stewart studied her briefly. Her skin was dark brown, her long black hair was tied into a bun. Her light brown eyes gazed at him from behind a pair of large-rimmed glasses. The woman had a good figure under her clothes, Stewart reckoned.


"Thank you Miss" he replied as he accepted the dossier from Diala Singh and entered McDonald's office. McDonald ran his hand through his receding hairline as he spoke. "That freighter was the third we've lost in the last two weeks..With our forces stretched fighting the Japanese..We can ill afford naval escorts.." he stated grimly. "What do you suspect sir?" Stewart asked.


"Intelligence suspects that German U-Boats are at work in the Indian Ocean.. and they are receiving key information about our freighters' schedule.." McDonald replied.

"The Nazis aiding the Japanese by attacking our supply lines..Ghastly!" Stewart remarked. "Indeed..and we have key sailings in the next few days..I want you to find the culprits Major..All the details are in the dossier.." the Colonel added.

Unknown to the two British officers, secretary Diala Singh had heard ever word as she sat working at her typewriter. "Major Stewart will need some help to solve this case..and he shall have it.." Diala vowed...with a smile.


Two nights later, Stewart strolled into the White Horse Club in downtown Bombay. The club was a known gambling den and a place where all sorts of information could be obtained. Clad in his crisp white and black tuxedo, Gavin Stewart mingled with the crowd.

An blonde-haired Nordic beauty clad in a very revealing red gown at the roulette table caught his attention and he moved towards her. "You seem to be doing very well" Stewart remarked as he observed the stack of blue chips before her.

"I am Elsa Grables..To my friends I am called the Contessa.." she replied with a broad smile as she flung the dice and again came up a winner. "I can see that.." Stewart replied as he returned the look.


"One should not watch another man's property so closely" a gruff male voice stated. Stewart turned around to see a stocky bald man in a black tuxedo approaching. The contents of the intelligence dossier told him that this was, Otto Schmidt, owner of the Vienna Shipping company.

"We may be at war Mr Schimdt but we are not enemies here.." Stewart replied as he made his departure. Schmidt watched him disappear through the crowd. He cast his eyes towards two of his bodyguards who followed the British officer.

Stewart exited the club and walked briskly towards his parked car. He never got the chance to open the door as he felt his head explode and darkness swept over him.

A car quickly pulled up and Stewart was hastily dumped in the back. "We go!" one of the bodyguards declared as he got in. The car sped off, unaware that it was being pursued across the city's rooftops by a silhouette.

Gavin Stewart was crudely awakened by a bucket full of cold water. "Why you want to know the massa's business?!" a gruff Indian male's voice snarled. "Who the bloody hell are you?!!" Stewart quipped in response.

He wheezed as a pair of brass knuckles was driven solidly into his gut. As Stewart regained his breath, he saw four burly Indian thugs standing before him. He tried to move but soon discovered that his hands were tied behind an wooden post.

"You will tell us what we want to know!" one thug demanded as he prepared to dish out another round of punishment. "You shall release him now or face my wrath!" a female voice declared. The four thugs whirled towards the doorway behind them.

Gavin Stewart looked in the same direction. Though the lighting was dim, he clearly discerned the figure of a very shapely woman entering the room. As she stepped into the light, more of her incredible features were revealed.

She was barefoot and her toenails gleamed with an ivory lustre in the darkness. Her skin was smooth and dark brown. As his eyes traced a path from her feet upwards, Stewart clearly made out the muscles on her thighs and calves.

Between her mighty thighs, a skimpy pair of tigerskin briefs garbed the area. A thin golden belt entwined itself about her wide hips. Her abdomen was taut while her chest was broad.

Stewart's eyes were riveted to the woman's large breasts whose sole item of clothing were patches of tiger pelt over their summits. Travelling up further, he admired her slender neck and then her face.

The woman had glossy red lips, a small nose and a pair of light brown eyes which looked back at him through the slits of a tigerskin mask. She had long, thick black hair which was arranged in numerous braids atop her head...exposing her neck and her broad shoulders.

The woman stood with her hands on her hips and her legs slighty apart. "You interfere in matters that do not concern you!" one thug snarled. " I am the Tigress of India!..I fight against evil!..My fight is with you!" the shapely heroine replied. One thug drew a knife and charged towards her. Stewart watched in awe as she nimbly allowed the thug to glide past her curvaceous body before dispatching him with a left chop to the neck.

Another thug rushed towards her but the Tigress raised her erotic bare right foot to meet him. He cried out as the ball of her erotic bare right foot connected with his jaw and sent him sprawling along the ground. The masked beauty's ample breasts bobbed as she rushed towards the last two of her foes. They stood mesmerised by her incredible body as she leapt forward and sent them rolling along the ground with a devastating left roundhouse kick.

The buxom Indian superwoman then moved to assist the captured British officer. "I will have you free soon" Tigress assured him as she stood behind him and effortlessly snapped his ropes. "Blimey..Who are you?" Stewart asked as he rubbed his wrists and looked at the scantily-clad woman who stood before him. "My name is Tigress..I have come to help Major Stewart.." she assured him.

"These men were obviously hired to do you harm.." the busty heroine stated as she pointed to the unconscious thugs at her erotic bare feet."The sinking of the merchant vessels..Looks like I came very close tonight.." Stewart admitted.

"Yes..but have no fear..I shall be close if danger threatens again.." the Tigress of India stated. The sound of approaching military police sirens caused Stewart to look away briefly but when he turned back, his guardian angel was gone.

The following morning, Otto Schmidt paced furiously in the centre of his office. "Those fools were supposed to have disposed of the Englishman..Why does he live still?!" he growled. "From what Franz stated last night..It would appear that Mr Stewart has an ally..a masked fraulein..who calls herself the Tigress.." Elsa replied as she calmly lit a cigarette.

"Then I shall have this meddling woman dealt with as well.." Schimdt snarled as he reached for his telephone. "Be calm Herr Schmidt..I shall have this Tigress dealt with..She seems to have unusual power..which we can make our own.." Elsa stated as she stayed his hand.

"How?" Schimdt asked, visibly intrigued. "Zis fraulein obviously gets her information from British Intelligence..and is close to ze Major..It is the bait which she cannot resist!" Elsa told her doubting Nazi colleague.

The following afternoon at British Intelligence HQ in Bombay, secretary Diala Singh opened the satchel of daily correspondence and carefully sifted through it. One particular letter caught her attention. It was one which bore the seal of the Vienna Shipping company. With no one looking, Diala carefully opened the letter.

"The Kabal Bath House..Room Four at six.." she thought as she read the mysterious invitation for Major Gavin Stewart. Diala glanced back at the doors behind which Stewart and Col McDonald were meeting.

She then looked at the clock which read 5.30 pm. "This is obviously a trap for Major Stewart" Diala deduced as she took off her glasses and put them in her purse as she headed for the ladies room.

The female secretary hid her purse in a vent and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. " I must handle this as the Tigress!" Diala resolved as she removed her shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts covered only at the tits by the patches of tiger pelt.

As the sun descended over Bombay, Tigress made her way over the rooftops towards her rendezvous with evil. Her large firm breasts bobbed and swayed as she ran.

Every so often, the masked beauty leapt from one building to another. As she did so, her tigerskin briefs narrowed within the cheeks of her pear-shapped buttocks and then smoothed out as she landed.

It was not long before, the indomitable Indian adventuress landed on the balls of her erotic bare feet atop the rooftop of her destination. Against the backdrop of a quickly darkening sky, no one detected her presence.

"Now to find the ones who laid this trap for Major Stewart and defeat them.." Tigress resolved as she crept slowly across the rooftop in a crouching position.

She moved gingerly on the balls of her feet, avoiding the small stacks where wisps of steam were escaping from the various baths inside. Tigress heard the sounds of music and laughter from within the various baths as she searched for her quarry.

Suddenly as her erotic bare left foot pressed on to the surface of the old tiled roof, the surface beneath her shapely body suddenly gave way. "Ohhh!" Tigress cried in surprise as she fell through the roof towards the open pool of warm water beneath her.

The masked beauty splashed down in the centre of the pool along with fragments of the roof. The sounds went unnoticed due to the activities in the other occupied rooms.

Recovering from her intial shock, Tigress swam towards the surface. The heavenly-bodied huntress, broke through the surface of the water with her slender arms extended.

"Not the type of entrance I planned..but now I must get to work.." she resolved and waded towards the stone steps at the foot of the bath. Tigress carefully surveyed her surroundings for signs of a trap but saw none.

"This is strange..No one is here..This bath is closed obviously because of the roof's bad condition..So why would anyone want to come here?" the curvaceous catwoman pondered as she approached the stone steps.

Suddenly, she felt a strange heaviness in her chest and looked downwards to make a startling discovery. "My nipples..protruding beneath my tiger pelt..I" she began but was interrupted as a wave of nausea hit her curvaceous form.

The heroine's light brown eyes flickered within the slits of her tigerpelt mask and her temples began to throb. Her limbs grew increasingly sluggish with every step that she took towards the stone steps.

"Unnhhh..What manner of trickery?..My nipples..feel so strange....They become...hard..My breasts..feel heavy..tired..I am..so very tired..." Tigress confessed as her right pressed against her throbbing forehead.

The top heavy Indian Adventuress swayed groggily as she made her way up the stone steps. All the while, the nausea and incredible weakness wracked her shapely body. Her powerful legs turned to water beneath her wide hips.

"Uhhnnnn!" Tigress groaned as her rounded left shoulder made contact with the cold stone surface and she rolled on to her back. Her arms lay useless at her sides....her mighty brown breasts heaving rapidly up and down.

The heroine's long muscular legs slid up and down the stone steps...the sexy toes of her erotic touching the surface of the bath water. "Ohhh..My breasts..Never felt..this way before..Something..in the water..robbing them..of my Tiger Strength.." sighed the Tigress of India as her eyes stared vacantly towards the open ceiling through which she fell mere minutes ago.


The sound of laughter permeated her hearing and the helpless heroine turned to see Elsa Grables in a white robe kneel beside her. "Ah..Tigress..So beautiful..and so helpless.." she gloated as her fingernails caresses the tigerpelt patches atop the heroine's breasts.

"Unnnhh..Your touch..makes my nipples... weak...cannot resist" Tigress sighed as she gazed sleepily into Elsa's icy-blue eyes. "Foolish fraulein..I knew that you would not refuse my invitation..and so I was ready for you.." Elsa sneered as she watched Tigress' nipples harden further under her touch.

"Ohhh..I..I did not expect to be trapped.." Tigress replied, unable to defend the pride of her womanhood from being manipulated. "I am a student of mythology..I know about the Tiger Goddess ..The women who become her champion..must be pure of mind and body.." Elsa explained.

The female Nazi agent then revealed a dark vial and waved it before the helpless heroine. "For all your special abilities Tigress..You are nothing once your breasts have been aroused..The special herbs used in this bathwater..together with this chloroform..form a combination which you cannot resist.." Elsa sneered.

"Unnhh..You are right..I lose my Tiger Strengths.. if my breasts..succumb to..forbidden desires..You have outsmarted me..Trapped me...My nipples..so aroused...very hard...My breasts tired..I am at your mercy..What will you do to me?" gasped the Tigress of India....her huge firm breasts heaving rapidly before the Nazi villainess.

Elsa answered the heroine's question by opening the vial and slowly letting drops of its liquid contents fall on to the middle of each of her thin tiger pelt patches which covered the sexy summits of each of her huge firm breasts. "You will sleep fraulein Tigress..You will sleep..." she sneered.

"Oooooh..Liquid of Sleep..It pentrates my tiger pelts..My Tiger Strength..gone..Have no desire..to fight..Breasts are so tired..Hands of Sleep..They command them now..Yes..I must sleep..Have no choice..I..am..tamed..Uhhhhhh.." Tigress sighed as she slowly and willingly surrendered to unconsciousness.



To be continued.