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Tigress of India

Indian Ocean. 1940.

Across the darkened waters...a 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.

24 hours later
Bombay, India. 9 am

Major Gavin Stewart strolled briskly up the steps of British Army Intelligence headquarters. Having arrived in the country hours earlier...he had come straight from the airfield to report for duty. The sounds of his shoes echoed down the hall as he approached the office of Colonel Roger McDonald.. Chief of Intelligence. Outside of McDonald's office, a young Indian woman wearing a baggy cream blouse and skirt sat typing at a desk. "Go ahead Major..The Colonel is expecting you.." said the woman who was in her earlier 20's 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 which was draped around her neck and resting on her shoulders. Her light brown eyes gazed at him from behind a pair of large-rimmed glasses. He briefly wondered what her body would look like in more revealing attire.

"Thank you...Miss..." replied Gavin. "Singh...Diala Singh.." replied the secretary as she introduced herself before Gavin entered McDonald's office...to report for duty. After McDonald read Stewart's letter of credentials... he offered the major a seat and then 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.." stated McDonald in a grim tone of voice. "London is very concerned about these recent events sir...That's why I've been assigned to this office to assist in getting to the bottom of these attacks...What do you suspect sir?" asked Stewart. "We have reason to believe that
German U-Boats have been deployed to the Indian Ocean.. and they are receiving key information about our freighters' schedule.." replied McDonald

"The Nazis aiding the Japanese by attacking our supply lines..Ghastly!" remarked Stewart. "Indeed..and we have key sailings in the next few days..these ships are laden with critical supplies for our troops in the Pacific..I have asked Miss Singh to compile all of the information we have to assist you in your investigation major...You're one of the Army's most decorated intelligence officers...if anyone can solve this mystery...I have every confidence you're the man to do it..." replied Colonel McDonald. 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.." resolved Diala vowed.

Two days later.
Bombay 9 pm.


Gavin Stewart strolled into the White Horse Club. 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. A 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" observed Gavin as he observed the stack of blue chips before her. "I am Elsa Grables..To my friends I am called the Contessa.." replied the blonde with a broad smile as she flung the dice and again came up a winner. "I can see that.." replied Stewart with a grin. "One should not watch another man's property so closely" a stated gruff male voice . 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..Good evening Miss Grables..and good luck..." replied Stewart as he made his departure..deciding that retreat was the better part of valor on this occasion. Schmidt watched him disappear through the crowd. He cast his eyes towards two of his bodyguards..motioning them to follow 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!" said one of the bodyguards as he got in. The car sped off, unaware that it was being pursued across the city's rooftops by a shapely silhouette.

Gavin gasped as he was crudely awakened by a bucket full of cold water. "Why you want to know the massa's business?!" snarled a gruff Indian voice snarled. "Who the bloody hell are you?!!" yelled Stewart in response. He wheezed as a pair of brass knuckles were 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!" demanded another thug as he prepared to dish out another round of punishment. "That will be enough!...You will release him now..of face my wrath!" declared a woman's voice. Gavin and the four thugs looked in the direction of a nearby doorway that opened on to a balcony.

Despite the dim lighting in the room...and the beating he received...Gavin clearly discerned the figure of a very shapely woman standing there and watched as she entered the room. As she did so..the British major could scarcely believe his eyes as more of her incredible features were revealed. The woman was Indian. 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 with a buckle that looked like a roaring tiger's head.. entwined itself about her small curvy hips.


His eyes followed her washboard six pack abdomen..towards her even more incredible chest was taut. It was broad and Gavin's while her chest was broad. His eyes were glued to the woman's breasts..which were large and firm. They were naked..except for patches of tiger pelt which appeared to be pasted on to the summits of her breasts..which swayed sexily from side to side as she strolled into the room. His gaze continued upwards..past the valley between the woman's massive mounds...to her slender neck and finally to her face.

Her lips were full, glossy and red..her nose small..and a pair of light brown eyes blazed in the slits of a tigerskin mask which stretched across the upper part of her face to conceal her identity. Her hair was black, glossy and thick..piled atop her head in numerous braids to keep it in place.

The mysterious masked woman stood with her hands on her curvy hips...her muscular legs slightly apart..her massive bust pushed forward. "You are interfering in matters that do not concern you!..Leave now female if you wish to live!" snarled one thug as he pulled out a knife. " I am the Tigress of India!..I fight against evil and protect the innocent from harm!..I intend to rescue your prisoner and take you to the authorities so that justice will be served!" quipped the beauteous Indian superwoman. "Get out while you can!" yelled Gavin...concerned for the scantily clad Indian woman's safety as the knife-wielding thug charged towards her. However what happened next left the veteran intelligence officer speechless.


He watched in awe as the woman nimbly allowed the thug to glide past her curvaceous body before dispatching him with a left hand karate chop to the neck. Another thug rushed towards her but the Tigress thrust her shapely right leg towards him. He groaned as the ball of her right foot connected with his jaw and sent him sprawling along the floor.


Gavin watched the masked maiden's ample breasts bobbing sexily from side to side 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 which flatted them against the wall.. They groaned in pain as they slumped to the floor..unconscious.

The broad chested heroine then moved to assist the captured British officer. "Have no fear Major Stewart...I will have you free soon" said the Tigress as she stood behind him and effortlessly snapped his ropes with a single tug of the strong ropes that bound him..

"Blimey..Who are you?" asked Stewart in amazement..rubbing his sore his wrists as he looked at the scantily-clad woman who stood before him. "As I said ...My name is Tigress..I have come to help you Major.." replied the heroine. "These men were obviously hired to do you harm.." explained the Indian superwoman as she pointed to the unconscious thugs at her feet."Before I came here..I read unconfirmed reports of criminals being turned over to the authorities by an...unknown vigilante.." said Gavin..who was finding it difficult not to stare at the woman's big brown breasts. "Clearly...they have knowledge about the case you are investigating...the sinking of the merchant vessels...and would have surely disposed of you had I not intervened..." said Tigress. Gavin stepped closer towards the heroine..surprising her by raising his right hand..so that his fingers lightly touched the space between her awesome cleavage.

"I owe you my life Tigress...Maybe we can talk...over...dinner?" asked the major. She replied by grabbing his right wrist with her left hand and pushing it away from her chest. "I do no let any man touch my breasts Major...but rest assured...I shall help you...I will be close at hand if danger threatens..." replied Tigress. The sound of approaching military police sirens caused Stewart to look away briefly but when he turned back...the masked maiden was gone.

24 hours later.

Otto Schmidt paced furiously in the centre of the office of his shipping company. "Those fools were supposed to have disposed of the Englishman..Why does he live still?!" growled Schmidt. "From what Franz stated last night..It would appear that the Major has an ally..a masked fraulein..who calls herself the Tigress of India.." replied Elsa replied as she calmly lit a cigarette. "I have read rumours of a mysterious woman defeating criminals in the city...She has clearly underestimated who she now faces..I shall have her dealt with as well..." replied Otto as he picked up the phone to call his men to find the heroine. "Do not be so hasty my dearest Otto....I shall have this Tigress dealt with..She seems to have unusual power..which we can make our own.." stated Elsa. "How?" asked Schmidt as he put down the phone...his curiousity aroused by Elsa's words. "Zis fraulein obviously gets her information from British Intelligence..and is close to ze Major..It is the bait which she cannot resist..She will willingly fall into our trap!" replied Elsa as she outlined her plan to him.

Later that same afternoon at British Intelligence headquarters..secretary Diala Singh opened the satchel of daily correspondence and carefully sifted through it. One particular letter..bearing the seal of the Vienna Shipping Company...caught her attention. With Colonel McDonald and Major Stewart gone to New Delhi to attend a staff officers' meeting there..Diala was alone at her desk outside of McDonald's office..and decided she would examine the contents of the letter. She carefully opened it..to find a single sheet of paper in side with some words written on it. "Kabal Bath House..Room Four at six." The secretary glanced at a clock on a nearby wall and saw that it was 5.30 pm.

"This is clearly a trap for Major Stewart...obviously to lure him into a meeting but then capture him..." deduced Diala as she got up from behind her desk and walked towards a small bathroom nearby which McDonald had reserved exclusively for her. Closing the door behind her...Diala removed her large rimmed glasses from her face and placed them in her purse.

Placing her purse inside a simple wooden cabinet in the room...Diala slowly unbuttoned her blouse...revealing a pair of large brown breasts..capped at their summits by puffy dark brown nipples and areolas. She placed her blouse in the cabinet...then removed her skirt...revealing a thick patch of black pubic hair between her shapely thighs. Kicking off her shoes..

Diala placed her skirt and shoes inside the cabinet..and then accessed a hidden panel..pulling out a large brown envelope.



She opened the envelope...and donned its contents. First..a pair of flimsy tiger pelt panties which barely covered the space between her massive thighs. Next..the golden belt which was wrapped around her small curvy waist...and she felt incredible power flowing through the muscles of her curvaceous body. Then a pair of tiger pelt patches..which she pasted over her nipples and areolas. She tied the tiger pelt mask around the upper part of her face...and completed her change by tying her glossy, thick black hair into numerous braids atop her head. " This is a job for the Tigress of India!" resolved Diala as she checked her skimpy attire in a mirror before slipping out of the bathroom.



As the sun descended over the skyline of Bombay... the sexy Tigress of India...raced across the rooftops towards her rendezvous with the forces of evil. Her large firm breasts bobbing and swaying as she she ran. Every so often... the masked beauty leapt from one building to another...causing her tigerskin panties to narrowed within the cheeks of her pear-shapped buttocks and then smooth out as she landed on another rooftop. It was not long before the gorgeous Indian avenger arrived at her destination..her bare feet atop the rooftop of the bath house. 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..Surprise them and defeat them.." resolved the 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 the sole of her left foot pressed on to the surface of the old tiled roof, the surface beneath her shapely body suddenly gave way. "Ohhh!" cried the startled 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 stone steps which lead out of the pool. "Not the type of entrance I planned..but now I must get to work.." resolved the heroine..as she emerged from the pool and 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 Major Stewart to come here?" pondered Tigress. Suddenly...the busty heroine felt a strange tingling in her chest which prompted her to look down at her chest. "Ohhhh...My nipples!...They become hard underneath my tiger pelt...What is happening to me...All of a sudden...my breasts...they feel heavy as lead...making me tired...Ohhh..so very...tired..." confessed the heroine..her slender muscled arms falling limp at her sides as she swayed drunkenly from side to side.


Diala's brown eyes grew heavy in the ithin 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..Make my breasts..feel heavy..tired..I am..so very tired..." Tigress confessed as her right pressed against her throbbing forehead. ..her nipples becoming hard and erect under her tiger pelt patches at an alarming rate as the room spun around her. Dazed and disoriented..the sexy Indian superwoman was totally vulnerable...as a figure stepped up behind her. "UNNHHHHHH!!!!" groaned Tigress as she felt something hard strike her in the back of her head and she collapsed to the stone floor of the bath house. Her left shoulder made contact with the cold stone surface and she rolled on to her back.

Her arms lay useless at her sides...while her long muscular legs glided back and forth below her small curvy waist..her sexy toes twitching. "Ohhh..My breasts..feel so strange...my nipples...something is making them...so....hard...cannot stop thinking...of men touching my breasts...Ohhhh...something..in the water..robbing my breasts...of my tiger strength..." confessed Diala as 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 Indian heroine looked up to see Elsa Grables kneel beside her. "Ah..You must be the Tigress..So beautiful..and so helpless.." gloated Elsa as her fingernails caresses the tigerpelt patches atop the heroine's breasts.

"Unnnhh!!!..Do not touch..my breasts..the way you touch my nipples...arouses me...makes me feel...weak...sleepy.." admitted the Tigress of India 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.." gloated Elsa as she watched Tigress' nipples harden further under her touch.


"Uuunnnhh..the letter..to Major Stewart...it was all..a trap...for me..How...how did you know...about my breasts?" sighed the sleepy Tigress as Elsa fondled her nipples. "I am a student of mythology..I know about the Tiger Goddess Parvati..The women who become her champion..must be pure of mind and body.." explained Elsa. 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.." sneered Elsa. "Ohhhh...You are right...I must confess...I Iose my tiger powers.. if my breasts..succumb to..forbidden desires....thoughts of man's touch..sex.. I am punished by being put to sleep...You are clever...You have outsmarted me...trapped me...my nipples..so hard..breasts... tired..I am at your mercy..what will you do to me?" cooed the helpless Tigress.

Elsa answered the heroine's question by opening the vial and slowly pouring its contents over each of her visibly, hardened nipples. "Sleep fraulein Tigress..You will sleep..." she sneered. "Yesssss...drug of sleep..soaking through my tiger pelt patchess.. tiger strength..fading.. no desire..to fight.. for justice...make my breasts are so tired..way you are touching them....you have hands that will make them sleep...they command them now..Yes..must sleep..have no choice..you have tamed me...I..am..going..to..going to... Uhhh..Uhhh...Uhhh....Uhhhhhh...." cooed Tigress sighed as she willingly succumbed to unconsciousness as Elsa fondled her broad chest into sleepy submission

To be continued.
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Tigress of India Part 2

Bombay, India. 1940. 8pm.

Major Gavin Stewart and Colonel Roger McDonald returned to British Intelligence headquarters following an army staff meeting in New Delhi. "So I guess it's all settled?" asked Stewart stated. "Yes..I've confirmed it with the Home Office..the schedules for the ship's sailing.. and I want you there to ensure its safety" replied McDonald replied. The Colonel then noticed a somewhat distant look on the younger officer's face. "Is there something on your mind Major?" asked McDonald. "You'll think I'm crazy sir.. When I had a run in with some roughnecks after the White Horse..I was helped out by an Indian woman..she was..dressed in..well.. virtually nothing..except some tiger skins...on her nipples and the most insignificant of underwear between her legs...only substantial thing was her mask...She said her name was the Tigress..." replied Gavin.

"Well...There have been rumours of a masked woman stopping criminal activities in New Delhi...but it sounds like local myth Major..Perhaps we can discuss it over a drink at the officer's club.." suggested McDonald offered. Stewart nodded in reply..his mind still riveted on the busty and scantily clad superwoman..wondering where she was. The answer to Gavin's question was that the Tigress of India lay in very grave peril at that precise moment. Elsewhere in Bombay at a bath house...Elsa Grables watched the the Tigress' large, dark brown breasts rise and fall slowly as she lay unconscious on the floot in front of her The heroine's rock hard nipples were threatening to burst through the tiger pelts which covered them. Her curvaceous and muscular brown body gleamed from the remnant of the drug-laced bath water which had been successfully used to knock her out.


Elsa turned as Franz approached her with two Indian thugs. "Bind her well..especially her big breasts...Tigress revealed they are the source of her super powers...ensure that she does not awaken too soon....I wish to question her later when she wakes up.." ordered Elsa. The burly Nazi nodded to his Indian subordinates.One tied the heroine's hands behind her back with strong ropes while the other bound her ankles together in similar fashion. They raised her up partially as Franz looped some more rope about her ample chest. "Unnnnn.." moaned the Tigress of India in futile protest as the the ropes were fastened tightly, painfully squashing her beauteous breasts. "Does that hurt fraulein Tigress?..This shall ease your pain.." gloated Elsa as she soaked a handkerchief with some more chloroform and tied it over the Tigress' nose and mouth.


"Mmmmmmmmm..." cooed Tigress into the handkerchief...her brown eyes fluttering briefly in the slits of her tiger pelt mask as she inhaled the chloroform...allowing it to send her back into total unconsciousness.The rise and fall of her mighty chest signalled to her Nazi captor that she was drawing copious amounts of the potent anaesthetic into her body and would give them no further trouble. The beauteous Indian superwoman was unceremoniously dumped into a laundry cart and covered with linen. She was then wh eeled out past the unsuspecting clientele and staff to a waiting car outside of the bath house.


"Unnhhh..Where?..Who?.." groaned the Tigress of India groaned hours later as she regained consciousness. The broad chested heroine's brown eyes opened slowly within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as the throbbing sensation in her temples subsided. As she moved her shapely body.. Tigress soon discovered that her arms and legs were stretched to the limit while her hands and feet were bound to the surface under her back. She strained her muscles but soon discovered that her incredible strength had abandoned her. "Uhhh..My nipples still aroused..my tiger strength..gone..Someone knows my weakness..." complained the Tigress as she writhed helplessly..unable to break the ropes binding her. "Ah fraulein...So awaken..Welcome to my humble abode.." lgloated Otto Schimdt gloated as he approached his curvaceous captive.

"Otto Schmidt!...You are involved in the sinking of those freighters!...Why have you captured me Mr Schimdt?!..What evil plans have you in store for me?" quipped the Tigress as she glared at the Nazi agent. "Fraulein Grables was indeed correct..You are nothing..without your breasts..." sneered Schmidt and lightly fondled the heroine's nipples with his left hand.

"Unnhhhhhh..No...feeling...so weak...so sleepy..Uuuhhhhh.." complained the Tigress protested as she swiftly became tired from the way a man touched her chest. "You posed an unexpected threat to ze plans of ze Fatherland..but no more.." said Schimdt snarled as he stepped away from the bed to pour himself a glass of brandy.


"You..You're the one..Sending the messages to German submarines..To sink Allied ships.." deduced the beauteous Indian superwoman. "Zat is correct Tigress..I have been able to crack their secret code with my transponder.." Schimdt gloated as he patted a strange-looking typewriter on a nearby table. "You shall not get away with your plan..I shall break free and stop you!" declared the Tigress quipped. "Alas..You shall be too tired to move against us foolish fraulein" Schmidt replied as he sipped his brandy. A menacing shadow soon explained the meaning of his words to the heroine.

"Aahhnn!!..Aaahhnnhh!!!" cried the Tigress of India cried as the burly Franz rolled a steel-spiked ball over the summits of her great chest. The masked beauty twisted frantically atop the bed as the spikes painfully probed her hardened nipples and her smooth dark-brown skin. "Aaieee!!..Fiends!..Aahhnn!!..Butchers!!..My nipples..in great pain..Aaieeee!!!" confessed the busty heroine as she writhed helplessly atop the bed. Turned on by the pleas of the struggling Indian superwomanb... Schimdt shoved his right hand under her skimpy briefs.

"Aauunhhh!!!..Not my genitals!..Aaahhh..Must not..be penetrated..Aahhnnhhh!!" complained Tigress as she wiggled furiously to get Schmidt's hand out from under her panties. Every muscle in her shapely body accentuated and the ropes cut into her wrists and ankles as she struggled.

Finally..with a mighty surge of energy, Tigress snapped her bonds and sent delivered a vicious right fist into Franz's jaw. The force of the blow sent him crashing into Schmidt and both Nazi agents went sprawling along the floor. Swivelling on her shapely buttocks, the savage she-cat sprang to her feet. "None shall defile the Tigress and escape her vengeance!" declared the broad-chested crimefighter she snarled as she advanced towards her fallen foes. Suddenly ..the Tigress she felt a hand grasp her on the left side of her curvy waist.

"Eh?!" gasped Tigress gasped in surprise. Before she could act, a white cloth was dabbed over her large brown breasts. "Unnhhh..Nooo... My breasts..becoming tired..again. Nooo..cannot fight...for justice..." complained the Tigress as her legs turned to rubber and her arms fell limp at her sides.

"Foolish female..Your virgin breasts have no defence against ze power of chloroform.." grinned Elsa Grables snarled as her left arm entwined itself about the heroine's flat abdomen as her right hand vigorously dabbed the chloroform cloth over her ample breasts. "Unnnhhh..I..have been outsmarted once again..cannot defeat..to Nazi treachery...Nazis do not fight fair...going to...fall......asss..leeeeppppp...Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh" cooed the Tigress as her head dropped between her big brown breasts. Elsa Grables released her hold, allowing the Indian superwoman to collapse to the floor in a semi-conscious state. "Insolent female!.." Schimdt snarled as he pulled out his Luger revolver. "Unnnhhhhhhhh.." groaned Tigress groaned as he pistol whipped her across her huge breasts were painfully crushed.

"Go to sleep..Tigress.." said Elsa quipped as she knelt beside the fallen heroine and clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm." agreed Tigress as she inhaled the sickly, sweet fumes. The Nazi trio watched with sadistic satisfaction as the heroine's brown eyes rolled within the slits of her tigerpelt mask and her big breasts swayed slightly as she allowed the chloroform to render her unconscious for the second time. Elsa removed the cloth and stood up. "Zat will keep her unconscious for now..but we have little time for games with her now.." she warned her colleagues. "Indeed..It is time ze fraulein what it means to deny the ambitions of ze Fatherland!" Schmidt agreed.

Meanwhile at the officers' club, Major Stewart related his experience with the Tigress to Col McDonald. "It was truly uncanny sir.. As if she was watching over me.." Stewart stated as he finished his scotch. "An incredible tale lad..but I'd best be focussing about the mission.." McDonald replied. "Yes sir" Stewart said as both men stood up and crisply saluted one another.

"Aye..Tigress has protected you so far..Wonder what the lass is up to tonight?" Colonel McDonald pondered as he watched Stewart walk away. Little did the British Colonel know that the answer to his question lay bound and gagged in a heavy trunk being hauled out of the back of a car.


Franz opened the trunk one final time to allow Otto Schmidt and Elsa Grables a final look at its contents. Bound with strong ropes from head to foot, Tigress lay unconscious at the base of the trunk. A thick bandana gagged her mouth while two cotton pads soaked in chloroform were securely lodged beneath the ropes and over her nipples. "Nnnn.." Tigress sighed as her eyes flickered briefly before closing. "Execellent..Ze fraulein is powerless to escape ze fate which awaits her" Schimdt grinned and ordered Franz to lock the trunk. The burly Nazi did as he was asked and then wrapped a heavy chain around the trunk.

The chain was then attached to a wench which was used to lift it into the air and over the darkened water of the harbour. The trunk was then released and landed with a tremendous splash. The Nazi trio watched as the trunk slowly sunk below the surface of the water before walking off to their waiting car and driving away. It would soon be time to hatch their new scheme to further the war effort of Nazi Germany.

Major Gavin Stewart hung up his hat as he entered his quarters. It had been a long, exhausting day and he was eager to turn in. He was about to turn on the light when he smelt the unmistakeable scent of sea water. "Who's there?!" cried Gavin as he pulled out his pistol. He eyes spotted a figure stagger towards him. "Unnhh..Took all..my strength.. escape..no where to go..Weak.. so..tired..Uhhhhh.." the figure groaned in a distinctly female voice as it fell forward. Holstering his pistol, Gavind moved to catch her. "Blimey!..It's you!" gasped Gavin as he held the unconscious Tigress of India in his arms.

Minutes later in his kitchen, the major brewed some tea for his unexpected late night visitor. Holding a cup of the steaming brew, McDonald walked towards his bed upon which the Tigress lay. He watched her large, firm breasts rise and fall as she slept. Her long legs sliding back and forth over his sheets. The heroine's light brown eyes fluttered open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask and eased herself into a sitting position on the bed. "Here lass..it seems that someone worked you over real good.." said Gavin as he handed her the tea. "Uhhhh..Yes Major...I was defeated for the first time tonight...." admitted the Tigress as she took a sip of the tea and then set it down on the nearby night stand.

"Diala Singh told me of an invitation for you at the Kabal Bath House..so I went there to investigate..I fell through the roof..something in the water..made my breasts feel strange..I quickly became very tired..then a blonde-haired woman..she poured some kind of nefarious liquid on my nipples..I had no choice..but to fall asleep" explained the broad chested crime fighter. "Hmmm..Obviously the Nazis suspected something when their agents failed to get anything out of me after he left the White Horse..." said Gavin as he pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Can you remember anything else that happened Tigress?" asked Stewart. "They Nazis made it difficult for me to stay awake for too long..They kept rubbing a strange liquid..it smelled terrible..repeatedly on my breasts...it kept my nipples hard...I had to let it knock me out...but I remember Otto Schmidt was there..." she said.

"Officially Schmidt is considered an ally to the Crown and a neutral..and I'm afraid your testimony would never stand before any military court .." said Gavin. Pressing the palms of her hands against the mattress, Tigress swiveled on her shapely buttocks and got off the bed. "I know Major..It is difficult to trust a woman in a mask..but I shall have to catch the Nazis in the act.." resolved the Tigress resolved as she stood in heroic pose before him. Her hands on her shapely hips..her muscular legs slightly apart and her massive bust pushed towards him. "That will be cutting it close Tigress..An important convoy sails in 48 hours..I'll be overseeing its security...I would not advise battling the Nazis alone...especially now that they have discovered your weakness..." cautioned Gavin.

"That's a chance I'll have to take..I shall contact you once I have the fiends in custody" replied Tigress replied with a smile and ran towards the nearby open window. The major watched her great breasts and curvy hips sway as she ran. "Good luck Tigress..You'll be needing it" said Gavin said as he watched her climb through the window and depart into the night.

Two nights later.

Major Gavin Stewart stood on the bridge of the destroyer HMS Formidable as it sailed out into the Bay of Bengal, providing naval escort to three British freighters. Stewart silently hoped that his new found guardian angel, the Tigress, would help ensure the safety of these ships and the success of their mission. Elsewhere on the Bombay waterfront, Otto Schmidt and Elsa Grables boarded Schmidt's private yacht as they prepared to initiate their mission for Nazi Germany. The mooring lines were loosened and the vessel's engines roared to life. However as the yacht sailed towards the open sea, a shapely silhouette watched it from the roof of a warehouse. "Schmidt and his followers are on board..I must go after them" said the Tigress of India.

The large firm breasts of the sexy Indian superwoman bobbed sensously as her long legs made great strides across the roof of the warehouse. As she reached the edge, the heroine bent her knees and flexed her mighty thighs. In a single motion, the Tigress leapt from the rooftop and dove towards the darkened waters of the harbour. Her curvaceous form cut through the surface of the water like a knife. With long smooth strokes, Tigress swam underwater towards her target. When it reached a safe distance out of the harbour, the yacht's engines slowed. In the main state room, Otto Schmidt set up his transponder. "See to it that the antenna is ready..We must make contact soon" he ordered Franz.

The burly Nazi nodded and left to do as he was told. Otto turned to Elsa Grables who was busy pouring them two glasses of brandy. "Very soon my dear..Success for the Fatherland!" Schmidt gloated. The Nazi agent would not have been had he known that Tigress was close at hand. Surfacing near the stern of the yacht, the masked beauty used her claw-like fingernails to help her crawl up the steel surface. With uncanny agility, Tigress leapt over the railing and landed on the balls of her bare feet on deck. She quickly faded into the shadows as an armed sailor made his rounds.

Tigress was making her way stealthily through the shadows and towards the bow, when she spotted Franz and two sailors emerge on deck with some radio equipment. "Quickly!..We must erect the antenna" he ordered them as they walked along the deck. "You will not carry out your plans evil ones!" Tigress declared as she leapt into their path. "You..!?!" Franz gasped in shock and reached for his pistol. However the Indian Adventuress reacted swiftly, felling the burly Nazi with a right roundhouse kick to the jaw. The gun went off as Franz slammed into the two sailors and the impact sent the antenna and wiring they were carrying hurtling overboard. The trio fell senseless to the deck as the alarm was sounded.

"What..?!" yelled Schmidt in shock as he heard the gunshot. His glass fell to the floor and shattered. "We have been discovered Herr Schmidt..We must get to ze launch!" Elsa cried as she pulled a pistol from her purse. "Yes..We must escape" Schmidt agreed as he drew a pistol from under his jacket and followed Elsa out the door. With savage fury, Tigress tore through the ranks of the sailors who sought to subdue her. A left sweep kick sent four sprawling along the deck while a right uppercut to the jaw stopped a sailor trying to jump her from behind.

A sailor came towards her cocking a machine gun. Before he could level his weapon, the Tigress somersaulted towards him. She drove the balls of her feet solidly into his face and the sailor pulled the trigger as he fell. His random fire hit some nearby oil drums which exploded and caused a fire to break out on the bow of the yacht. As the fire spread out of control, the sailors forgot about their beauteous opponent and sought to abandon ship. Sensing her quarry, Tigress raced towards the stern of the burning yacht where she saw Schmidt and Grables lower the launch into the water. Schmidt started the motor and started to steer the launch away from the stricken vessel.

The Nazi agents were startled as the heroine alighted into the centre of the yacht. Elsa moved to shoot her but Tigress felled her with a solid right fist to the jaw. "I will kill you!" Schmidt growled as he raised his pistol. Tigress responded by driving the ball of her left foot into his jaw, rendering the Nazi senseless and causing the boat's motion to slow. "You two will have a lot of explaining to do to the authorities!" the heroine told her unconscious prisoners as she took control of the launch and steered it back towards port.

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