The Tiger Woman in Vengeance of Vultura 3.
New Delhi, India. 9 pm.
The villainess Vultura had bested her arch enemy..the beauteous Tiger Woman of India..for the second time in 48 hours. She now stood on the rooftop of a building near the Federal Gold Reserve..looking down upon the defeated Indian superwoman who lay flat on her back..her big brown breasts exposed..and totally unconscious. "Let us be gone before our unconscious guest awakens...She will cause us no further interference.." said Vultura sneered as she held the tape recorder aloft. Before knocking out the Hindu Heroine..Vultura had for--d her to reveal some of her most intimate secrets to her..including her secret identity. One hour later... Tiger Woman's long, muscled legs slid back and forth atop the rooftop as she regained consciousness.
"Ohhhh..What..What happened?..Where am I?" moaned the Indian Queen of Justice sighed as she pressed her right hand to her throbbing forehead. She sat up and discovered that her leotard was askew and her ample chest was exposed. "Uuh...Tiger Nipples..feel semi-hard..Must have been knocked unconscious... but by whom?..I cannot remember anything.." said Tiger Woman said as she slowly got to her feet and fixed her attire. "I need to find some answers..and I know just where to go.." she resolved. Flexing her thighs..Tiger Woman was soon airborne and flying over the New Delhi skyline.
Khail Khan walked up the staircase leading towards his apartment. "Maybe Sonia is back from getting her Tiger Woman exclusive...I'll give her a call.." he thought as he turned the key in the door and entered his apartment. Khail locked the door behind him and took a few steps into the darkened apartment. He was reaching to turn on the light switch when he was jumped by a group of masked figures who were hiding in the darkness. Tiger Woman was flying back to the apartment which she lived in as her alter-ego Sonia Gan when she felt her dark brown nipples tingle under her tiger pelt leotard as she sensed danger.
"Khail is in danger...I have to help him!" she realised and flew in the direction of his apartment. She alighted rapidly to the apartment's balcony and ran inside the apartment. "Hold on Khail !..I'm coming!" declared the Tiger Woman declared as she ran towards the six men who were piled atop her friend and pummeling him mercilessly..her large breasts swaying from side to side as she ran. Grabbing one thug by his collar, Tiger Woman effortlessly tossed him against a nearby wall. Two more thugs rushed the Indian Queen of Justice. A pair of rapid fire punches sent them rolling along the floor. The last three thugs abandoned the senseless Khalil Khan and charged towards the Hindu Heroine. "You'll face my wrath criminals if you have hurt !!" Tiger Woman quipped as she sent the trio sprawling with a left sweep kick.
The sound of heavy footfalls behind her, caused the Indian Queen of Justice to turn towards the balcony as four more thugs entered the fray via the open gallery door. Her preoccupation with their comrades gave these thugs time to surprise her. The quartet piled atop the curvaceous crimefigher and were joined by the six thugs who had ambushed Khail Khan. "None can subdue the Tiger Woman of India!!" declared Sonia snarled as her long, muscled legs flailed wildy as the ten men struggled to pin her to the floor. In the darkness of the apartment, hands holding thick cotton pads reached forth and found their way under the unsuspecting heroine's skimpy, tigerskin leotard.
"UUNNHHH!!!..MY TIGER BREASTS!..ARE BEING CHLOROFORMED!!!!" the Hindu Heroine screamed in shock as the pads were pressed firmly over her dark brown nipples. She thrashed wildly in a desperate effort to escape. The thugs' applied their full, collective weight to keep the curvaceous crimefighter's upper body pinned firmly to the floor. Her long legs and erotic bare feet flailed madly in the air, unable to connect with anything or assist in her bid for freedom. "FIENDS!!..SADISTS!!..MY TIGER NIPPLES...CANNOT BREATHE.. TIGER BREASTS.. GETTING TIRED.. YOU..ARE..MAKING ME..GET..SLEEPY!!...I DO NOT..WANT.. TO SLEEP!!!" complained the Tiger Woman as she continued to struggle wildly against her foes.
"Not so cocky now are you Tiger Bitch?!" one thug sneered. "Yeah..It's bedtime for you and your big breasts!" another thug gloated. The logic of their argument sank in as the sensuous body of the Indian Queen of Justice slowed as the potent anaesthetic soaked its way into the muscles of her ample chest. Her long legs fell slack against the floor with their sole sign of defiance being the twitching of her sexy toes. "That's it Tiger Twit..just relax..You're done for..." one of the thugs holding the cotton pads smirked as he watched the heroine's large, firm breasts rise and fall slowly and her breathing became gradually deeper.
"Uunhhh.. My Tiger Nipples..never been chloroformed...before..a first.. in my career...so..effective...Tiger Breasts.. are.. so.. sleepy.." cooed the helpless Hindu Heroine.. fighting hard to keep her eyes open. Five thugs got off the Sonia. One disappeared into an adjacent room while the other four carried the limp form of Khail Khan towards the door and the remaining five other thugs held her down. "No..Uuhh..Khalil.. Where.. Where are.. you taking.. him..?" moaned Tiger Woman as she saw her friend being kidnapped and knew she was powerless to stop it.
"Hey check this out!" one thug smirked as he returned, twirling a pair of Khail Khan's briefs in his right hand. Looks were exchanged amongst the five thugs. The two applying the pads to her great breasts pulled out rolls of duct tape and tore off some strips. "Uunhh..Taping the chloroform pads..to my..Tiger Breasts?!..." sighed the Indian Queen of Justice . She was confused as wads of duct tape were secured atop her mighty cleavage to keep the anaesthetic pads in place. Meanwhile, another thug emptied the contents of another chloroform bottle into the pair of briefs he had. His four comrades backed away from the helpless Hindu Heroine as he knelt beside her.
"Hear me fiend..I concede defeat...You have..drugged my Tiger Breasts..Have no choice..but to sleep..but if you harm Khail Khan..You.. shall not.. escape.. my wrath.." the Tiger Woman sighed. "Shut up Tiger Tits..!" the thug sneered as he placed his left hand behind her head and lifted it off the floor. He used his right hand to slip Khail Khan's chloroform-soaked underwear over the Hindu Heroine's head and secured it by tying the straps together. "Hhnnhh!!!..Hhhnnnn!!!" Tiger Woman screamed into the fabric of the briefs as the chloroform fumes poured into her lungs. The five thugs stood and watched as the Indian Queen of Justice lay helpless on her back on the floor of the apartment.
Her head rolling from side to side, in a futile effort to remove the chloroform-soaked underwear wrapped around her head. The heroine's great breasts heaved slowly as the chloroform pads secured over their summits calmed them. "So foolish Sonia..Walked right into a trap..How did the crooks know to drug my Tiger Breasts?..Moot point..Cannot save Khalil..Hopeless..Done for.." she mentally admonished herself. "Hhnnnn...Hhhnnnn..Hhnnnnhhh" Tiger Woman cooed into the underwear and as he head rolled from side to side in a useless effort to get it off her face.
Within the space of one minute..her head rolled against her left shoulder..as she accepted the inevitable . The chloroform which glazed her big breasts and the copious amount of the powerful sleep drug she had inhaled into her lungs from Khail's underwear was too much for the mighty Tiger Woman to resist and it took its toll. "Nhhhhhhhhh.." cooed Sonia into the chloroform-soaked underwear as she succumbed to unconsciousness. Tiger Woman lay flat on her back..unconscious on the floor of Khail Khan's apartment as her attackers made their escape with Khail as their prison.
Hours later.. Sonia's light brown eyes fluttered open and she felt a severe throbbing in her temples. Her hazy vision slowly began to clear. "Oohhh..Where..Where am I..?" moanedTiger Woman sias her senses slowly returned and she slowly rolled her head from side to side to remove the cobwebs. The features of the room soon came into focus and the Hindu Heroine discovered that she was in a hospital room and she was not alone. The face of her boss..New Delhi Times editor GG Gupta came into view. "Hello Tiger Woman.. I wish the circumstances of our meeting could have been better.." he stated grimly. Sonia was surprised that he was there and did her best not to let him know that she was the Tiger Woman
"Mr Gupta...What has happened?..How did I get here?" the Indian Queen of Justice asked as she eased herself into a sitting position on the bed. "One of Khail Khan's neighbours called the police..reported sounds of a fight in his apartment.. When the police got there..They found you unconscious..with underwear soaked in chloroform over your head.. I had to pull strings in the Police Department to have you brought here covertly.." explained Gupta. "Yes..I remember..I was flying near Khalil's apartment..Sensed danger..Tried to help...but the criminals were well prepared...They used chloroform on my Tiger Breasts...I told them to stop..that chloroform makes my Tiger Breasts sleepy...They did not respect me...No matter how I struggled..How I pleaded.. ..They kept those pads over my Tiger Nipples..You must understand... I have to respect any criminal who taints the purity of my Tiger Breasts..by becoming unconscious..." explained the Hindu Heroine.
"Young woman.. One of my top reporters has been kidnapped.. and the only reason you are in the hospital and not prison is because of the service you do for India..." Gupta replied sternly. Swiveling on her shapely buttocks, Tiger Woman climbed off the bed. "I appreciate your confidence in me Mr Gupta and your help..I assure you I will find Khail and bring those responsible to justice" she assured him. "How will you do that Tiger Woman?..By your own admission...These criminals know how to defeat you easily..that suggests they are very familiar with you" Gupta said. "Yes...I have a lot of memory blanks..They must have manipulated my Tiger Breasts several times...and did something to make me forget..It's time I get familiar with them.. Mr Gupta..I will need one more favour.." Tiger Woman replied as she stood before Gupta and adjusted her leotard to cover her exposed bust.
Meanwhile, in the cellar of her New Delhi mansion hideaway.. Vultura interrogated her prisoner who was shackled to a wall by heavy iron chains. "It makes no use struggling Mr Khan..No one is going to find you..Not even your precious Tiger Woman!" she gloated. "You evil witch!!..Tiger Woman will tear you apart when she gets hold of you!" Khail countered. "Not likely Mr Khan... not when I know that Tiger Woman.. is really your colleague Sonia Gan... and will reveal it to every criminal in India.. for a hefty price.." Vultura gloated as she waved her tape recorder in front of Khail's face. "That's a lie!!" yelled Khail. "Really Mr Khan..Listen for yourself.." replied Vultura as she switched on the tape recorder.
Elsewhere, Ajay Banzir's manacles jingled as he entered the interrogation room at Rajhastan Prison. The Sikh terrorist leader looked up and grinned as he saw the reason why he was dragged from his cell in the dead of night. "Banzir..We have to talk!" said the Tiger Woman of India as she rested her hands on her curvy hips as she stood before him in the room. "The only thing I wish to do is grab your big breasts and render you senseless.." he growled. "Only in your dreams..Someone has taken over your organization and stealing your glory..Tell me where I can find them.. and maybe..I can oblige you" Tiger Woman quipped. Banzir stared long and hard at the curvaceous crimefighter, pondering her words.
Hours later, Khail Khan was roughly escorted by five armed thugs into the living room of Vultura's mansion. Flanked by Dr Chaitnair and Zayed, Vultura was seated on a sofa as he entered. Four other thugs were also present in the room. "I just thought that as an investigative reporter Mr Khan... You might be interested in an exclusive.." she stated. "Which is?" Khail asked sarcastically. "All the mayhem and destruction I shall unleash upon India.. which Tiger Woman will not stop...This gold shall finance my operations!" Vultura quipped and gestured with her hand to four large metal crates filled with gold bars. "I wouldn't be too hasty..This story is not over yet.." replied Khail. His words were somehow prophetic.
Without warning, the ceiling above their heads exploded and falling debris knocked out four of Vultura's armed minions and the villainess leapt to her feet. "You are mistaken if you think I will not stop you Vultura!!" Tiger Woman declared as she flew towards the villainess. Vultura grunted as the ball of the heroine's erotic right foot connected with her jaw and sent her rolling along the floor. Zayed charged towards the Hindu Heroine who seized his right wrist and flung his mighty frame to the floor. He grunted before passing out. Sensing danger behind her, Tiger Woman whirled round and sent two charging thugs sprawling with a left roundhouse kick.
Spotting a thug taking aim at the heroine, Khail Khan sprang into action, knocking him out with a right hook to the jaw. "Thanks Khail!" said the Tiger Woman with gratitude as she kayoed another thug with a left chop to the base of his neck. "Foolish female!!..You shall pay!!" Vultura snarled as she lunged at the Indian Queen of Justice with a dagger in hand. "Not likely Vultura!" Tiger Woman countered as she sent the villainess off balance with a right sweep kick. Vultura wheezed as she crashed to the floor and the dagger penetrated her evil heart. Khail Khan stood over the dead villainess as Tiger Woman retrieved Vultura's tape recorder.
"She knows your secret identity Sonia...She would have exposed you.." said Khail as he looked at the sexy Indian superwoman who stood next to him. "Not anymore Khail.." the Hindu Heroine replied as she crushed the tape recorder and her recorded confession therein, to pieces. She turned her head as she heard the sounds of police sirens. "You'd better go..Sonia...I'll handle things here..We can talk later..off the record" Khalil said with a grin. "I'd like that.." Tiger Woman replied and planted a light kiss on his cheek before flying through the torn ceiling and into the night sky.
As the night air rippled past her curvaceous form, Sonia felt as if an incredible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Everything turned out well..Khalil is safe..Vultura is no more..Her men are in custody. and my secret is safe..." Tiger Woman thought as she flew for home. In the shadows of a nearby alley, Dr Lal Chaitnair watched her shapely silhouette disappear into the night. "You may have triumphed this time..Tiger Woman..but we shall.. meet again!" he vowed.
end.
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
Tiger Woman in Vengeance of Vultura 3/Tigress of India
Re: Tiger Woman in Vengeance of Vultura 3/Tigress of India
I really enjoy your stories..especially the theme of forbidden desires and the heroine's repressed sexual urges...Love it when a villain preferably a villainess exploits that.