by JimP
Police brutality by the long legs of the law"
Double trouble for Jim as two female Police officers assert their dominance.


(c)Jim P 2022

As the Policeman showed me into the interrogation room, it was like stepping
back in time to the 1970s when female Police officers were called Women Police
Constables (WPCs). Proudly wearing uniforms that flattered the female figure
and so dark blue to be mistaken for black, it included a smart tailored jacket
with silver buttons and numbered lapels worn with a crisp white blouse and
chequerboard tie. A skirt with pleats at the front, came down to just below
the knees and was worn with black heeled shoes, a handbag and sheer black
stockings or tights. There is something about a woman in uniform and that was
certainly true for WPCs rather than the unfriendly shapeless unisex
para-military uniforms of today.

Two such dressed women stood in the large sparsely furnished room. One blonde
and lean, standing with her back to me looking out of a barred window, around
5'9" with a nice figure. I noticed vertical seams, indicating sheer black
nylon stockings, running over a pair of nicely muscled calves of a fair size
that were a long curvaceous shape and sleek in girth rising from slim ankles
elevated by heeled shoes. The sheen of the nylons made them glisten and
shimmer under the room lights in a sensual manner that certainly got my
attention.

"That will be all officer" the other woman curtly dismissed the man who had
escorted me from my house in the back of a Police car.

I"ve known Yvonne Wilkinson or Sally, the middle name by which she preferred
to be called, since the start of my career as a Private Investigator. Standing
around 5 foot 6 with a shapely slender figure with a good-sized bust, she had
a friendly impish looking face that was quite cute. Well into her 50"s, hints
of silver in her short curly light brown hair were visible beneath a bowler
cap featuring a chequerboard band around the base and a badge at the front.
Her small elfin face was dominated by a prominent convex nose but compensated
by high cheekbones and a shallow chin with small grey eyes and a nice wide
welcoming mouth. That was not the case now.

"I need to stay with the prisoner while he"s with you," the Policeman said.

He was a tall muscular-built young man well over 6 foot who held himself with
an arrogant swagger and cocky attitude.

Sally turned to face him and I found myself staring down at the back of her
lower legs. She really had a great pair of calves that tapered out from slim
ankles to beautifully curved muscle heads. Much wider and more defined than
those of the slimmer blonde, her calves flared out in beautiful long shapes
enhanced by low heels.

"First, he is not a prisoner. Not yet, anyway. He is here to help with my
enquiries" she stated in a firm tone that barely hid her irritation.
"Secondly, there are two female officers in this room."

"But she"s not," he tried to interrupt.

"TWO women," she stressed. "More than capable of handling an untrained member
of the public. Now go."

She clearly expected him to leave but he remained.

"You better give me a damn good reason for disobeying my orders, Constable
Wilson," she stressed his lower rank and pointed at the 3 silver stars on her
epaulettes denoting a Chief Inspector.

"Sarge told me to guard him at all times as you are," he hesitated.

"Yes"" Sally drew that out through clenched teeth like a hissing serpent.

"A woman of er mature years," he said cautiously.

I saw the flush of anger in Sally"s face as she addressed the blonde officer.

"Cadet. Show me how you would deal with a man who won"t follow orders and
thinks women are the weaker sex."

The willowy blonde turned around and I was surprised to see my sister in-law!
Although some men found Marianne plain and gawky, especially with small
slender-shaped blue eyes greatly magnified by a pair of large-framed
spectacles that gave them a quite intense stare, I had grown to find her quite
attractive. Sandy blonde hair swept back behind the ears and curled around a
long swan-like neck to slender shoulders. Her face was long with flat cheeks
whose edges were marked by deep creases running from above the nostrils of a
thick convex nose down to close to the corners of a small thin-lipped rather
appealingly shaped mouth that sat above a generous dimpled chin. The upper lip
was quite deep with a pronounced cleft and slightly protruded which gave her
mouth a natural pout which I found very kissable looking. At 5'9" with a long
slender body and a good sized bust, I thought she looked quite hot smartly
dressed, with the silver buttons on her jacket fully done up, shoulder
epaulettes and even a realistic looking walkie-talkie. Complete with a crisp
white blouse a black and white chequered tie, hat and knee-length skirt and
low-heeled shoes, she was almost indistinguishable from the real thing or
would have been if it were the 1970"s!

"Hi, Jim" she said in a pleasant voice with an "Essex" accent and welcoming
smile that showed teeth cramped in a narrow jaw but fell silent under a
withering glare from Sally.

The tall cocky Policeman smirked as the slim blonde approached him, no doubt
judging her by her thin-faced appearance with large spectacles that magnified
her eyes and gave her an ungainly demeanour.

"She"s just a strippergram!" he protested.

"Not a stripper," Marianne snarled through clenched teeth.

Faster than he could react, Marianne"s hands whipped out to seize his left
wrist and pulled it over her slender shoulders as she spun her back to him.
Forced right against her lean body, a compact backside thrust into the lucky
bastard's groin as she leant forward. Before he could blink, he whipped over
her shoulders, flipping over in the air while the hem of her skirt rose to
give brief view of long nylon-clad shins and the beautiful long sweep of the
side of her meaty calves. With a sudden loud sound, his back slammed against
the floor so hard and fast that his breath noisily blasted from his mouth
while I felt the reverberations through my feet.

With her large sized glasses, narrow face, large nose and slim build, my
sister in-law was the most unlikely looking woman you'd expect to be standing
in triumph over a big copper she'd just thrown to the floor. Holding his arm
vertically by the wrist, he lay on his back with his head by her feet looking
quite stunned by what had just happened. The stony-faced glare she gave him
amplified by her specs and the tight set to her small thin-lipped mouth was
quite intimidating and certainly had my dick hard.

"Finish him!" Sally ordered in a cold authoritative tone. "A male officer
floored so easily by a civilian woman deserves no mercy."

The speed and power of that throw had left him so dazed, he didn"t seem to
know what was going on. Keeping his arm vertical the uniformed blonde lowered
herself into a crouch, causing the hem of her skirt to ride up her long
thighs.

"Your sister in-law is here because she was caught impersonating a WPC when I
had her brought in to question as your partner in-crime," Sally told me,
giving Marianne an accusing look like a teacher to a naughty child.

"Come on, no-one"s going to mistake her for a real officer dressed like that,"
I exclaim, enjoying the sight of Marianne"s skirt riding around her hips as
she got down behind the man. The dark luxurious sheen that the sheer nylons
gave to most the length of her sensational long toned legs added a sensual
warmth while the black matt stocking tops contrasting with the lightly tanned
skin tone of the tops of her thighs provided another arousing focal point for
my eyes.

Using his captive arm to force his head to rise, Marianne"s legs slid past
either side of his neck until the back of it nestled tight against the panties
at her crotch. Before he realised what was going on, those cock-stirring limbs
wrapped around his neck. The right side of his neck was wedged against the
crook of her right leg while the large semi-teardrop shaped calves folded
across his throat and tucked the foot in the crook of her other leg. He looked
shocked to find his head tightly framed by a figure four of incredibly long
sexy sheer nylon-clad legs. She still had hold of his arm which was kept
straight while trapped between the side of his face and the inside of her left
thighs. He groaned as she pulled back his left wrist against her right
shoulder, tensioning his arm. With a look of fierce resolve she looked
masterful and completely in total control of the much larger man who was
grimacing in pain, locked up in defeat by the legs of an unassuming woman who
was normally a housewife. A sleek slab of hard muscle with an arrow headed
point above the knee swelled in her outer thighs as she squeezed her legs
inwards. That bulging thigh muscle looked strong and exhilarating as it pushed
up the sheer black nylons which shimmered with exciting patterns under the
lights. It was hard to imagine anything that sexy actually being painful but
he grimaced with his teeth clenched and eyes screwed while his right hand
grabbed at her thighs trying to find a weakness, but there was none. He was
now discovering that although slender and very nice to look at, her legs were
firm, toned and much stronger than they seemed. Their very slimness enabled
her to get the insides of her thighs right in against his neck. Inner thighs
that resembled steel blades pressed into his carotid arteries to cut off the
blood to his brain and his startled expression showed he knew he was in
trouble. His hand was now feeling her outer thighs as if unable to believe the
steely hardness of the sleek bulging thigh muscle beneath the soft smoothness
of the stockings that sheathed them. If he was like me, he"d be enjoying the
feel of the sexy legs holding him captive while succumbing to the power they
possessed.

Wilson groaned again as his face turned bright scarlet. Marianne grabbed her
left foot with her left hand and pulled on it to further tighten the hold. He
began coughing. Tight, so tight. Her sexy legs couldn"t get any tighter
without actually crushing his neck flat. Her sleek outer thighs were now so
prominent they were highlighted by the reflected sheen of her stockings
stretched over them and looked really powerful. He was panicking now,
realising her scissor hold was too strong to break and began tapping on the
side of her thigh in submission.

"There"s no tapping out in real-life fights officer," Sally told him.

Marianne watched the man helpless between her thighs with a chilling
dispassion that was as highly arousing as it was scary. Her magnified blue
eyes glared with no sign of emotion, coldly watching his suffering and
deterioration towards the inevitable knock-out that he could not prevent. Her
small kissable thin-lipped mouth was tight and unsmiling with an icy dominance
that had my dick aching. Clutching the knee before his face which had turned a
horrible shade of purple with prominent veins standing out on his forehead, he
tried to twist himself free but only ended up croaking as the blonde
ice-maiden stressed his arm to retain control and kept a straight core body
while her legs remained tightly clamped around his neck. He became frantic,
placing his feet on the floor and trying to buck his hips up and down while
the stern-faced woman coldly watched his useless efforts. His legs flailed
wildly as he began to convulse yet his head was held fast by the long tightly
wrapped legs with the lights shimmering from the nylon sheen that poured
unforgiving feminine strength crushing down upon his neck. It was very
arousing although slightly unsettling seeing another man succumb to the sexy
legs of my sister in-law.

"Hold it tight," the older woman cruelly advised. "Don"t let go until he is
well and truly out."

"I know," the blonde said in a tense tone while keeping up the relentless
pressure through her legs which had the back of her hard calves deep into his
throat!

Marianne had no intention of releasing her devastating leggy hold as the man's
limbs jerked and thrashed erratically while making horrible gurgling noises.
He didn"t have a chance against legs like those and with a final bout of
horrendous croaks and drooling accompanied by erratic twists of his body, he
stopped moving with his eyes closed, face relaxed and his limbs limp. The
stocking-clad triangle of destruction remained clamped unbelievably tight for
several more seconds around the unconsciousness man's neck.

"Enough" Sally declared, looking coldly impassive.

The eye-watering lengths of sheer black nylon with matt black stocking tops
and suspender belts running over bare skin at the tops of sexy long toned
thighs unwound from the Constable"s neck with a rasp of nylon. His head
flopped limply onto the floor, utterly destroyed by Marianne"s devastating
legs. She rose, not even bothering to look at him out cold on the floor. An
utter Goddess with an arrogant smugness that had my dick aching with desire.

Smoothing down her skirt, a warm smile appeared on Marianne"s face, softening
her appearance and making her less scary as she looked at me while I stood in
awe of her abilities with a raging hard-on.

"Kurt wanted me to start up "Leggy and Lusty" again and make some money," she
told me by way of explanation with a smirk at the stiffness at the front of my
jeans.

"Did I tell you speak, cadet"" Sally reprimanded her sharply.

"No ma'am," Marianne replied looking bashful which was unusual for her.

The slender mature brunette officer turned to face me looking stern.

"And would you mistake me for a stripper-gram"" she asked.

"Not a stripper," Marianne mumbled then fell silent at a hard glare from
Sally.

"Of course not, er Chief Inspector," I replied cautiously. "And she doesn"t
actually take her clothes off. It"s more of a lap dance," I tried to explain
but fell silent under her harsh stare.

"I don"t care what she calls it, it"s an insult to Her Majesty's Police
Force," she stated. "Since your sister in-law is dressed like that, she can
see what it"s like to be a real officer and help me interrogate a suspect,
namely you."

The idea of playing with two quite attractive slender women wearing
old-fashioned feminine Police uniforms with stockings and suspenders was like
a dream come true but I doubted I was here for fun.

"What"s this really about, Sally"" I asked, trying not to feel intimated by
the uniformed women.

"Cadet, escort the suspect to the table for questioning."

"You don"t need to do that. I"m only too happy to co-operate!"

Faster than you can say "Police brutality", the gawky blonde stepped forward
with enthusiasm and a stern face. The sight of a woman in a Police uniform
coming towards me was daunting even though it was only my sister in-law and
not a real officer. However she had taken a self-defence course and was
further trained by The Salvation Army and was at times a little too eager to
show how proficient she was.

"Stop," I told her as she tried to grab my wrist.

I took hold of her forearm to stop her but was surprised when her other hand
slammed into the side of my outermost finger, pressing the thumb in while
stretching her fingers in an overhand grip of my fingers. I yelped as she
stretched out and twisted my arm then pressed her forearm across the inside of
my wrist. I cried out again as my hand was forced to bend right back in an
agonising hold that felt like my wrist might snap. Overpowered, I was forced
down to my knees before long nylon-clad shins with strong shapely substantive
calves behind. Kept in that humiliating and painful position, I was forced to
bathe in her utter dominance while my dick rapidly got stiffer.

"It"s no good trying to resist a Policewoman, sir," my smartly uniformed
sister in-law informed me in an assertive tone. "We are trained to kick your
arse."

Changing her grip to clamp around my wrist, Marianne twisted it making me cry
out then pressed on the back of my elbow with her other hand to stress the
joint as she forced me to my feet or risk a broken arm. Twisting my wrist
again, she kept me doubled over to watch her alluring nylon-clad lower legs as
I was forced to hobble by her side, yelping at every step. Strangely, being
dominated like this by a woman in uniform while having a close-up view of her
nylon-sheathed muscled calves flexing with every step kept my dick at full
mast.

My sister in-law deliberately prolonged my humiliation by marching me, bent
over, around the office before approaching a desk where Sally perched on the
front edge. Forced to look down, the mature woman"s lower legs came into view
which she crossed in front of me, causing the hem to rise along her long
slender legs. They were absolutely sensational and flawless, sheathed in sheer
black nylon stockings whose sheen sparkled under the room lights. The
substantial calves of the leg on top of her other knee flared out behind the
shin like curved wings and the hem slid back exposing stocking tops and firm
bare skin above over which suspender belts ran. I groaned softly and the rate
of my breathing increased at the stimulating sight. They were so beautiful I
had a wild desire to whip out my dick and rub it back and forth over the top
of her toned nylon-clad thighs, knowing that I wouldn"t last long before
unloading my seed all over them.

"I know stockings are no longer part of the uniform," she stated. "But men are
easily distracted by them."

I couldn"t tear my eyes away, Sally"s legs were just as fantastic as
Marianne"s although slightly thicker.

"You"re sweating." she observed. "You love how the sheen of the nylon
emphasises my toned strong legs and muscled calves," she smiled. "I saw the
way you took a good look at the cadet"s legs while she was putting PC macho
away."

I was softly panting in pure lust at the close-up view.

"Definitely a leg man by the way you are staring at them. Enjoying the view
with a stiff bulge at the front of your jeans," she noted. "Make him kneel
before me."

The hem of Marianne's skirt rose above the knees as she crouched slightly,
forcing me down onto my belly before Sally"s shins. I felt the point of her
knee press against the back of my shoulder, overstressing my arm and I cried
out in pain.

"The perp is here for you interrogation Ma-am."

"Did you learn that at The Salvation Army""

"Yes Ma-am."

I realised they must have been chatting before I arrived.

"Crude but effective."

Despite the pain in my arm, my eyes were fixed on the beautiful long legs
before me, warmly glowing and shimmering under the room lights.

"We don"t want any evidence of excessive force such as a broken arm."

Those magnificent nylon-clad legs uncrossed and the long thighs were once more
hidden as Sally rose from the edge of the desk.

"Release him," she ordered. "PC Caveman has woken up."

Marianne released my arm allowing me to get to my feet, rubbing my wrist and
elbow while glaring at her with hurt feelings.

"You showed Jim who"s in charge, but you need to make him understand the
consequences of non-cooperation," Sally explained as she stood over the now
conscious Wilson.

He was staring at the lower legs right in front of him as if seeing them for
the first time and recognising how sexy they were.

"On your feet Constable."

Visibly shame-faced he rose and stood before the senior officer. I thought she
looked magnificent and commanding in that uniform. I just wanted to run my
hands over the jacket as it covered her feminine figure and seriously worship
her.

"So you think I am too old and the wrong sex to handle a suspect"" she asked
in a sharp tone.

"No Ma"am," he replied, clearly expecting to be taken down a peg or two.

"You couldn"t even handle a cadet or kiss-o-gram or whatever she is."

Marianne gave me a cheeky wink.

"Since you are so keen on remaining in this room, you will help me demonstrate
to the cadet how to soften up a suspect," she told him in a no-nonsense tone
and a stern face that didn"t brook argument. "You are welcome to try to resist
if you think you can," she added arrogantly.

Before he could reply, the hands of the mature elfin-faced Policewoman darted
out to grab one of his hands. Pressing her thumb into the soft tissue between
his thumb and index finger, she made an over-hand grab to grip the outside of
his little finger. He yelped as she folded his hand sharply down at the wrist
and then used it to force the arm to bend at the elbow. Pressing her side
against his and with a cold smug expression, the petite slender WPC continued
to force his hand right back towards the top of his shoulder, folding his arm
up into a small painful-looking bundle. My dick lurched at how ruthlessly
dominant she was. As if that wasn"t agony enough, she shifted a hand to the
base of his elbow and pressed against it causing him to scream as she tried to
push his folded arm completely over the top of his shoulder. Stretching a leg
around his side and placing it so that the back of it was pressed against the
back of his legs, she forced him to bend backwards. The agony in his spine
must have been crippling. Grimacing and yelping in pain, he kept looking up
into the face of the mature woman overpowering him. I was not surprised to see
a stiffness forming at the front of his trousers because I had the same
reaction. She could have easily kicked his feet away from under him and sent
him to the floor but Sally exerted her dominance keeping him in that
uncomfortable position for a substantial amount of time.

"You see I have rendered him helpless such that any resistance on his part
will result in him falling and breaking his own arm, absolving me from
allegations of ill-treatment," Sally explained.

A cute-looking slim bodied mature woman in uniform restraining a large man in
such a dominant hold was very arousing, although agony for him.

"Let him know who's in charge in no uncertain terms."

Sally swung the Constable"s folded arm forward towards his chest then
continued the momentum to swing it behind his back. He yelped as he was forced
to bend almost double, looking straight down at the floor by a smaller and
older woman.

"Observe how humiliating it is for a man to be totally overpowered and
rendered helpless by a woman," she boasted as he writhed in agony doubled-over
by her side.

Restrained by a crippling arm-lock, he was powerless as Sally moved behind
him. There was a sudden movement and he screamed as a nylon-clad knee blasted
upwards between the top of his legs to pound his balls hard from behind three
times in agonising succession. He was whimpering with painfully aching balls
but kept firmly in place by her unrelenting armlock.

"Isn"t that Police brutality"" Marianne asked.

"Don"t give me any of that hug a criminal snowflake crap! Treat them mean and
they"ll think twice about doing it again."

Bent right over looking down at Sally"s lower legs gleaming with the
reflection of the room lights from the sheen of her black nylons, he was
unable to prevent being marched around the room as she demonstrated her
mastery. There was nothing he could to do to stop her and was completely
subjugated by the smaller woman. I saw him staring at her muscular calves
flexing and waning as she walked close by his side, mesmerised by how
incredibly sexy they were in motion.

"Do you still believe that I am past it Constable"" she asked. With the jacket
emphasising her trim figure and good-sized bust with long shapely shins below
the hem-line of her skirt sheathed in sheer-black nylon shimmering alluringly
under the lights, he was left in no doubt that he was being dominated by a
feminine woman.

"No Ma"am!" he whimpered as she kept him in agony.

Keeping him bent over with one arm, my cock rose in anticipation as the
elfin-faced woman raised her other hand high above his back shaped like a
blade. Her face was one of arrogant superiority and total ruthlessness.

"HAI!"

His eyes went wide in terror as the edge of her dainty hand slashed down like
an axe to deliver a chop to the base of his neck. The short sharp chop sounded
hard and solid. Freeing his arm at the same time, he just fell forwards to
crash face first on the floor, out cold.

Placing the sole of a shoe upon the side of the man"s face as he lay unmoving,
the mature Policewoman in her flattering dress uniform looked powerful,
victorious and a tad scary.

"Did you get all that, cadet"" she asked.

"Yes Ma"am," Marianne replied respectfully. "When can I try it out on the
suspect"" her eyes locked onto mine with eagerness sending chills down my
spine.

Sally waved her quiet and walked slowly towards me, her eyes studying me with
a hawk-like intensity that made me feel self-conscious and nervous, especially
after that demonstration of female superiority.

Two women in old-fashioned WPC uniforms watched me with stern expressions like
sexy harridans with skirts clinging to their long thighs and the sheer black
nylon making their slender lower legs eye-catching. Three inches shorter than
myself, I had to lower my gaze to look at Sally as she came right up close and
faced me. That smart crisp outfit gave her an authority that was intimidating.

"Do you fancy me in this uniform"" she asked bluntly.

Of course I did but was speechless at the unexpected question. Taking my
hands, she gently ran them over the front of her jacket. It was all I could do
to stop moaning in pure lust.

"Do you think I"m here for your service"" she asked running my palms over her
nicely forward-thrusting bust-line.

"No," I replied but groaned mentally with yearning for she was wonderfully
stacked!

"Do you think I"m some kind of joke""

"No."

"Yet when I told you that Jag belonged to an American jeweller with diplomatic
immunity, you went against my advice to follow him to an elite hotel," she
scolded. "Don"t deny it. We have you on CCTV."

"We went there but never got close enough to say a word to him. I saw him in
the lobby and bar but he had a bodyguard. Then later when he went for a meal
they wouldn"t me in the hotel restaurant where he was dining."

"And where was your sister in-law while you were doing this""

Marianne was frantically signalling me to stop behind Sally"s back.

"Well she urm went into the penthouse suite as a house-maid to clean his
room."

Sally whirled around to face her.

"You never told me that!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Please no", the willowy blonde whimpered.

"Maid! Do you make a habit of dressing up in uniforms"", Sally"s eyes narrowed
with suspicion. "Did you meet the Jeweller or his bodyguard""

"Bodyguard," whimpered Marianne.

"Did you kill him""

"What"" I exclaimed in shock.

"No! I swear. Just discouraged him from having his wicked way with me," she
was really scared and I wondered what had happened before I arrived.

In shock I saw the older woman grab the front of my sister in-law"s jacket
with both hands and raise her right leg. The hem of her skirt slid back to
reveal an eye-watering length of sensational legs with the lights shimmering
off sheer black nylon. Planting the sole of her shoe against Marianne"s belly,
Sally"s other leg began to fold as she fell backwards onto her pert backside.
Rolling smoothly onto her back, her right leg bent back to take the younger
woman"s weight as her forward momentum caused her to fall on top of it.
Sally"s hem fell right back in a dick-stirring display of long legs and
stockings and suspenders while her right calves bulged strongly. With her
right thigh smoothly and quickly moving past vertical, it straightened
swiftly. Marianne squealed in alarm to be somersaulting through the air,
sailing quickly over Sally, the skirt falling back from her sleek legs as she
was hurled some distance across the room. She squealed again as her back
slammed against the floor loudly then slid across the room with
stocking-sheathed legs flailing in a legman"s dream.

I"d been the recipient of Marianne"s own lightning-fast stomach throws and
recalled how dazed and disoriented I had been immediately afterwards but she
knew how to fall and was already trying to get back onto her feet.
Unfortunately, Sally was already upon her, knocking her back to the floor and
lying across trying to pin her in some sort of Judo hold. The gawky blonde
began bridging her body to stop her and in return tried to get Sally in
headlock. Thus began a wild bout of furious grappling with both uniformed
women really straining hard against each other in a battle for supremacy on
the floor. By the furious way they were going at each other, I knew that I
wouldn"t have stood a chance against either. A thought that made my dick
lurch. I doubted Marianne could hold out against a fully trained Policewoman,
however she was managing to keep Sally off and at times seemed to be getting
the upper hand. I"m not a big fan of catfights but watching these two women in
uniform having a Judo fight with their sexy stocking clad legs on full show
while they did so was very arousing. Not for the first time did I marvel at
how normal everyday women given a bit of martial arts training could become
formidable fighters that men like me had no chance against. For a few moments
it looked like Marianne was, to much lurching in my trousers, going to totally
subdue her opponent. However the older officer, although shorter, was more
sturdy and stronger with more practical experience. A sudden reversal and
Sally was on top applying a scarf hold with Marianne"s own arm wrapped around
the front of her throat and side of the neck like a scarf while twisting the
shirt collar around her neck and holding it tight with her other hand.

It was strangely erotic watching the older woman totally overpowering my
sister in-law with a skilful Judo hold. Then I became alarmed as Marianne
started choking with her face turned bright red with a look of panic.

"Sally, stop it!" I cried stepping forwards.

Looking cute but determined, she glared at me over her shoulder while
continuing to choke my poor sister in-law senseless.

"HAI!"

Twisting to her side, her right leg bent at the knee then straightened in a
flash. Soaring with incredible speed, her foot flew up like a shapely ground
to air missile shimmering with nylon reflected sheen. With stupendous reach,
the top of her shoe slammed against my left cheek with bruising impact.

"HAI! HAI!"

Barely had I raised a hand to my aching face when the lithe mature Policewoman
twisted to her front upon her knees, eliciting a squeal of pain from Marianne,
and another black pulse shot out. I groaned loudly as the sole of her shoe
pounded my gut, blasting my breath from my lungs. Before I could crease
forward, another black pulse pumped upwards to hammer the sole of the shoe
into the underside of my jaw. My head was kicked upwards like a football,
forcing me to straighten, then flew right over the back of my shoulders
sending me sprawling to the floor gasping for breath with an aching face.

By the time I"d recovered, a surprising scene greeted my eyes. The kick-ass
mature officer was gently holding Marianne"s face, looking into her eyes and
speaking to her softly.

"Now if you are ready to behave like a proper Policewoman instead of a sleazy
strippergram, you will get up and bring the suspect to my desk. He just tried
to assault a Police officer so treat him accordingly."

Sally got up, with a look over her shoulder to catch me looking at her
stocking tops before turning her back on me with a smirk and walking back to
the desk. I couldn"t help watching her strong defined flaring calves with
feelings of lust as they flexed as she walked away.

"Oh and deal with macho man first," she added.

I was relieved to see my sister in-law get back on her feet, looking okay and
smoothing down her uniform. Although she looked a bit gawky with that long
thin face, narrow jawline and glasses, she really did look hot in that outfit.
However I felt apprehension with the chilling magnified glare she gave me.
Swinging that steely blue gaze towards the floored officer, he must have felt
the same as he scrambled to his knees and stretched out a palm towards the
approaching blonde.

"Don"t come any closer," he warned.

Thanks to the pleat at the front of her skirt, Marianne took a long step
forwards, with the outline of her long thighs visible while her sleekly
muscled calves bulged strongly. As she followed through the step, the man
prepared to block the kick he knew was coming.

"HAI!"

Her right leg took off like a rocket, arcing high while the side of her left
calves resembled thick steely arrow-headed slabs. The hem of her skirt fell
back in a titillating display of stockings then there was a solid sound of
impact and he howled as the point of her shoe punched hard into the crook of
his right arm as he reached for her foot. His hands instinctively fell away to
clutch his injured arm while her lower leg momentarily folded back beneath her
raised knee.

The sexy nylon-sheathed missile unfurled again flashing upwards in an arc of
reflected sheen.

"HAI!"

With flexing muscular calves, views of lingerie, the sole of her shoe flew up
to solidly hammer his chin. While her long shapely weapon of destruction
continued to soar high, unimpeded by his face, his head flew back over his
shoulders so fast, he was staring up at the ceiling with a glazed look in his
eyes. As his head bounced forwards again, her right leg had already bent back
at the still raised knee as she leant slightly to one side, ready to unleash
more leggy destruction.

"HAI!"

More flexing calves and an eye-watering display of a fast moving flexible leg
as it arced around high. The top of her foot pounded the side of his face with
brutal power as if kicking a ball on a springy pole whipping it around over
his right shoulder. The sensual long leg returned to the floor as his head
flopped forwards once more.

The man looked quite out of it, with his head swaying and continually moving.
With a dispassionate glare, Marianne grabbed it by the top of his hair to keep
it still.

"HAI! HAI!"

Her right leg pumped forwards again but this time her knee rose without
kicking. With a side view of diamond-shaped calves, the skirt hem slid back to
reveal stocking tops. There was a gnash of teeth as the top of her upper thigh
close to the knee slammed across the underside of his jaw brutally driving his
face back faster than you can say whiplash. Even as his head had begun
flopping forwards, the knee pumped upwards again. With a brutal crunch the
rising knee pounded him full in the face and blasted it, streaming blood from
his nose, clean over his shoulders to crash onto the floor on his back.
Although appalled at the unnecessary violence, I was turned on to see the big
man senseless at the feet of the slim blonde who proudly surveyed the impact
of her lovely but lethal legs.

"You could have laid him out with that first kick," Sally observed.

A smirk on Marianne"s lips confirmed that observation.

"You are very capable. Are you sure you didn"t kill him""

"No! I swear."

"Very well. Bring the suspect to me but don"t damage him."

My sister in-law looked at me with a small smile on her pert mouth that pushed
up the edges of her cheeks making her look quite pretty. However her eagerness
to get to grips with me was worrying.

"Call her off," I beseeched Sally, once more perched on the front edge of the
desk with her long legs crossed and stocking tops showing. "Why the third
degree""

"Assaulting a Police officer is a serious offence."

"I was trying to stop you choking her!" I exclaimed. "Marianne tell her," I
begged but the slender blonde now had a hard serious face.

"You attacked the Chief Inspector and I"m bringing you in."

I raised my palms to stop her but felt unsure about touching that official
looking uniform. In that moment of indecision, Marianne's hands snaked out to
grab them then pulled them against the front of her jacket and began moving
them around her chest!. In alarm, and more than a little aroused, I felt her
breasts move and wobble beneath her blouse.

"Oi!" she exclaimed in mock outage. "He"s feeling my tits!"

Before I could stop her, she lifted and hooked a leg around the back of my
upper legs then shoved her hands against my chest pushing me off-balance. My
legs were swept high off the ground and I went down with a yelp of pain as my
back slammed against the floor.

Lying by my sister in-law"s size 8 feet, her sleek toned legs seemed to go on
for an incredible distance above me. I was mesmerised by their sensual long
curves and the muscularity of the calve heads as they folded to crouch over me
while retaining hold of my right hand. I cried out in pain as it was bent back
sharply at the wrist.

"Get up, scum!" she told me, enjoying the role too well.

Ever since I paid for her to have self-defence lessons [SISLAW#01] she had
stopped being a timid self-conscious young woman to become a confident and
assertive one. Discovering she enjoyed dominating men with her combat skills
and becoming her favourite practice dummy, her playful domination ignited
inappropriate feeling in us both. However this was far from playful. With my
wrist painfully stressed, I had no choice but to get to my knees totally under
her control. Marianne moved behind me, keeping my arm straight with a slight
twist and keeping my wrist in agony.

"Oh yeah" she exclaimed as if just remembering something.

I heard swift movement and the swish of nylons then in horror saw the tip of a
black shoe pop out at the front of my jeans between my legs as a long hard
nylon-clad shin hammered up into my balls from beneath.

"Resistance is futile!" she exclaimed as I howled in agony.

My torso tried to rise with the brutal impact before collapsing back to lay
before my sister in-law"s feet. I immediately yelped as she bent my right arm
behind my back and forced the hand right up between my shoulder blades in a
hammerlock.

"Get up now or I"ll snap your arm like a twig," she demanded in a tone that
didn"t sound like she was joking.

Writhing in agony and yelping, I was forced against my will to my feet.
Keeping me bent forwards in a punishing armlock that made me squeal in pain,
Marianne walked by my side, forcing me to hobble in that awkward and
embarrassing position around the room. Only able to look at the floor, I saw
her well-shaped nylon-sheathed lower legs peeking out below the hem of the
skirt and her shiny toned muscled calves. The feeling of being overpowered by
a woman in uniform once again had my dick throbbing despite the pain in my arm
twisted up the middle of my back.

Sally"s crossed legs came into view of my bowed head as I was led to the desk
upon which she perched. Again I was taken by the way the calves of the top leg
flared out, looking quite thick and meaty from slender ankles. I longed to run
my hands over those gorgeous legs. Leaning forward she grabbed the collar of
my shirt and raised my face to look into her eyes only bare inches away.

"Let"s accept that neither of you killed the bodyguard but did either of you
kill the Jeweller""

"I never even knew they had been killed until just now," I exclaimed.

The mature woman sat back on the desk and raised her right leg to place the
back of her ankle on my left shoulder. The weighty shapely calves rested
against the side of my neck with the feel of the silky-smooth nylons creating
an intimate, arousing sensation. Unable to back away, even if I wanted, due to
Marianne's armlock, I could only stare down the inside of her long thighs. So
inviting in sheer black nylon, my view all the way along to stocking tops and
suspender belts, the patch of bare skin at the top of her thighs then the
white panties at her crotch had my dick absolutely rigid and lurching.

"You like my legs don"t you," she teased in a beguiling tone that made it
lurch even more.

The other leg stretched towards me like a menacing creature from the deep.
Restrained by my sister in-law I had no choice but to watch it come close to
my other cheek then stroke it gently with the sensual arch at the top of her
foot. I"m not normally a "foot" man but it felt soothing and comforting but
somehow belittling as well.

"You look scared of my legs as well as turned on," she said, while her foot
continued to caress my cheek. "Is that because you know what a woman"s legs
can do to you""

I felt the weight of Sally"s right calves fold around the back of my neck and
the irresistible force that pushed my face deep between the walls of her inner
thighs towards her panties. Shocked to find my face pressed firmly against a
Policewoman"s crotch, both of her legs folded to press the backs of wide meaty
calves against the back of my head to firmly hold me in place. I sensed her
ankles lock then the pressure rose quickly as firm inner thighs crushed
inwards around the sides of my face. Despite their slender beauty, Sally's
legs were really strong and exerted an inward force that made my cheeks ache
and the blood pound in my ears. Grabbing hold of one of her thighs with my
free hand, I felt sleek steel-hard thighs bulge beneath the silky smoothness
of her stockings. The squeezing crush became too much and I cried out into her
lady-bump.

"Oh yes!" I heard her moan. "I love the feel of a man"s face down there. I
could interrogate you like this until I cum all over your face."

"Yeah, I love doing that to him too," I heard Marianne say to my
embarrassment. "Especially when I clamp down with my thighs to force him to
start licking."

That was really too much information to tell a Police officer!

The face trembling pressure eased off and Sally"s hands reached down between
her thighs and raised my face to look her in the eyes over the top of her trim
body.

"The cadet gained unauthorised access to the penthouse suite disguised as a
maid. Did you also visit it"" she asked.

Before I could answer, her double-crossed calves pressed against the back of
my head and the strong stocking-sheathed walls enveloped the sides of my head
once more while my face was plunged back against her knickers. Her legs were
so strong and the hold tight it was terrifying yet also a very erotic place
for my face. The more I squirmed in their firm embrace, the tighter her
scissors got and the hotter her crotch.

"Let men know their place at all times," I heard her tell Marianne.

Sally"s stocking-sheathed muscles were so powerful, I couldn"t stop crying out
into her crotch which caused moans of pleasure from my mature leggy captor.

"Oh yes, Get right in there!" I heard her exclaim during the midst of several
moans of pleasure accompanied by a powerful crush from her beautiful toned
legs.

After several more minutes of agonizing face scissoring domination, which left
me breathless, Sally stopped squeezing again to raise my face up once more.
Her face was quite flushed and looked reluctant to stop her pleasure, clearly
finding this stimulating.

"Oh just answer the blooming question!" she gasped.

I yelped as Marianne stressed my arm behind my back close to breaking.

"We both went into the penthouse suite but I swear we never murdered anyone."

"Then how do you explain a handwritten note next to the Jeweller"s body with
your name on it""

"I don"t know, we never met! Is it his handwriting"" I cried in alarm as the
hefty calves at the back of my neck began to draw my face back in towards the
brunette"s hungry crotch.

"It"s not his. Oh the hell with it! Get in there and lick your way to
freedom." she snapped impatiently.

Mashing my face against her panties, which were now damp with her excitement,
I smelt her scent while devastating legs tightened around my head and crushed
against the sides of my face leaving no room for resistance.

Face-scissored by a mature Policewoman with a dominant attitude and wearing
stockings and suspenders was such a turn-on that I obeyed her order with
enthusiasm. Working my tongue into the groove of her camel toe, my passion was
inflamed by her ecstatic responses. After several minutes of soft moans and
gentle thrusts of her hips, Sally grabbed the back of my head and rammed my
face so hard against her crotch that I could barely breathe as she went
absolutely ballistic on my face as her juices flowed. Her legs were squeezing
so tight, I feared she might crack my cheekbones while her hips thrust back
and forth so frantically hard I thought my neck might break. Furiously rubbing
herself upon my face, her briefs turned sopping wet as she came loudly in an
orgasm that seemed to go on for ages. As she came her muscles tensed rigid for
several seconds causing more pain and making me scream into her fanny which
prolonged her climax even more.

Eventually the squeezing stopped and Sally"s legs opened to release me with
only Marianne"s hammerlock to contend with.

"I believe you," she panted from her exertion. "Especially as the pathologist
believes the terrible breaks and crushing of bones was caused by a man
possessing enormous strength."

Pushing me away, she rose to stand with the hem of her skirt dropping to cover
her stocking tops and lovely thighs.

"So you knew it wasn"t me all along!" I raised my voice, unable to look her in
the face because of my sister in-law"s armlock. "Why the rough treatment""

Sally grabbed my chin with one hand and raised my face to look up at her.

"You are helping me with my enquiries. How I conduct that is entirely up to
me," she told me sternly. "You will not speak to me like that again. I
evidently have to explain the pecking order around here to you again. Cadet
release him."

I let out a sigh of relief as I was able to stretch my back after being bent
over for so long.

Suddenly Sally grabbed my right wrist then turned her side against me while
sliding her other arm around my back. Bumping the side of her pelvis into my
groin, I went flying over her hip at tremendous speed. My body flipped over,
legs over head in a head-first plunge before my back slammed against the floor
with tremendous force that knocked the air from my lungs and sent shards of
agony along my back. I cried out as she applied pressure to my right wrist
which she had retained. I looked back to see her nylon-sheathed legs standing
close behind me, a glorious symbol of her mature feminity as she forced me
back to my feet while writhing in agony. Barely had I reached my feet when she
spun me around to look at her small elfin face set in a look of fierce
determination. Grabbing the front of my shirt, she fell back while planting
her sole against my belly, pulling me down with her. As her back hit the
floor, her long right leg bent towards her to support me momentarily above her
in an eye-watering display of stockings. The sexy leg straightened as my
forward momentum drove me right over her at fantastic speed. I went flying
through the air until my back slammed against the floor several feet away from
the uniformed WPC then continued to slide to the other side of the room with
the speed and power of the throw. I was stunned, not to mention highly aroused
although my back ached like blazes. Sally looked down at me in a superior
manner from across the room where she had returned to her feet with her hands
upon her hips.

"Don"t you dare get up without my permission," she wagged a finger at me. "Or
I'll slam you all around this office until you pass out."

I had no doubt that she could carry out that threat.

"If you did not kill them, who did"" she asked slowly walking towards me with
menace.

"If I knew I would have told you," I replied, nervous of what the dominant
Policewoman would do next.

"Did you see anyone else who showed an interest in the victims"" she asked
standing right over me. "Are you looking up my skirt""

"No! and no," I protested.

"Maybe this will refresh your memory."

The mature brunette squatted down to sit on top of my chest. I tried to push
her away but she just seized my wrists and forced them to the floor with
surprising strength. Then to my shame, she effortlessly pinned my arms beneath
her folded nylon-sheathed shins.

"Sally ple...hmmp!"

My words were cut off as the uniformed woman"s crotch leapt onto my face. With
the feel of soft damp silk panties moulding themselves to the contours of my
face, I was forced to breathe in her musky scent. My nose was wedged against
the camel toe pushing the thin fabric deep into her female privates with her
pussy lips either side of my nose, while my mouth pressed against who knew
where" Unable to move my head, I felt the warmth of her bare skin at the top
of her inner thighs close in tight against the sides of my face. Looking up
over the front of her knickers I could just make out the smug mature woman
looking down at me over the front of her crisp white blouse with her jacket
buttons undone and her hands upon her hips. From this angle looking up at the
thrusting white shelf hanging above me I saw just how well-endowed she was.

"Oh, what a delicious sense of power it is to sit on man's face," Sally stated
in a tone full of yearning. "This is the natural position of a woman over a
man."

Having a Policewoman in a skirt sat on my face with her stocking-sheathed
thighs squeezing in on either side was incredibly stimulating but Sally meant
business and ground down with a sensual eagerness. Smothering off the air
reaching my mouth with her nicely rounded backside and pussy lips closing my
nostrils. I moaned in protest causing the mature cutie to wriggle sensuously
on my face with soft sounds of pleasure. A stiff tent rose at the front of my
jeans in salute of this sexy dominant lady as her undercarriage denied me even
the tiniest bit of air. Minutes of oxygen starvation dragged by like an
eternity while my face-sitter rubbed steadily back and forth forcefully. I was
desperate to breathe and began to panic. Kicking my legs around and burning up
the last reserves precious air in my lungs, I soon wore myself out. Pinned by
the leggy woman"s crotch, all I could do was lay there as black spots grew in
my vision and my heart pounded loudly in my ears while feeling depleted of
energy.

Sally"s crotch lifted from my nose and mouth allowing me to greedily gulp down
precious air. White silk panties damply moulded to her lady parts hovered over
my face, was poised with menace.

"You"re not ready to talk," she stated then her knickers began lowering
towards my face.

"Sonia!" I cried out.

Her crotch paused bare millimetres from suffocating me once more. So close I
could have reached out with my tongue to touch it, as tempting as that was.

"She arrived with them when they entered the lobby then had a meal with him."
That crotch lowered a fraction, eager to plonk itself back on my face and
finish her enjoyment. "Check the CCTV!"

"Botheration!" Sally exclaimed with a look of annoyance on her face. "You know
how to spoil a girl"s enjoyment."

Standing up, Sally looked across the room.

"Stop pretending to be unconscious, Constable," she said. "Get up, clean up
that nose then go through the CCTV from the hotel for when the victims entered
the lobby late afternoon," she commanded.

Shame-faced, Wilson rose and left the room looking glad to be out of here. I
admired how the uniform emphasised her slender hour-glass figure as she turned
to address Marianne.

"Show me how a strip"" she paused at the chilly look from my sister in-law.
"Kiss-o-gram Policewoman would interrogate a man."

"I"ll tell you everything I know!" I protested.

"Oh no you blooming won"t" Marianne cried, heading towards me like a predator.

I got to my knees in order to get up, anxious at the sight of the approaching
nylon-covered lower legs.

"HAI!"

The loud sharp shout made me cower as a long shapely right leg swung upward at
a blistering speed with a fierce look of determination on the blonde"s long
narrow face. Travelling at a speed that could rip my head off, I felt the
disturbed air as the shoe narrowly missed my chin. Looking at the back of her
leg from beneath as it flew up until it was almost vertical, my dick soared
with stiffness, really turned on by how incredibly sexy her legs looked in
stockings and her amazing flexibility. The beautiful long leg returned to the
floor and my sister in-law gave me a hard chilling stare.

"The next one won"t miss," she stated with a strict face that made my dick
lurch all the harder.

"Get up and sit on the edge of that desk," she ordered in a stern
authoritative tone. "I won"t ask you again."

Spooked by Marianne"s relentless magnified stare, I rose while warily keeping
an eye on those sexy but dangerous legs. With a merciless expression and a
speed I couldn't counter, her hands darted out to seize my right wrist.
Spinning around while ducking beneath my arm, she came up behind me twisting
my arm painfully. I yelped as a sharp kick cracked across my buttocks like a
stout teacher"s cane.

"Move!" she commanded.

Once more I was frogmarched across the room by a woman in uniform.

With Sally now sat on a chair behind, I was forced to sit on the edge of the
desk. Marianne leant close to glare right into my eyes, her hard emotionless
face uncomfortably near, surprising me by how scary she could be. Her pupils
were fully dilated showing she was getting a kick out of this. I gasped as a
hand stole to the front of my jeans and took a firm grip of my stiffness
without a change in her glacial stare.

"So who is this Sonia tart""

With those magnified blue eyes staring constantly into mine, her hand slowly
began to rub my trouser sausage.

"A receptionist at a dental practice I went to. Orrrr!" I groaned, she was
really good with her hands.

"And"" that amplified gaze was unsettling at close range.

"She is a lady who can take care of herself."

"Sisterhood"" Sally asked.

"No although they had invited her to join," I told her. "Stop!" I gasped as
Marianne pressed a knee between my legs thinking she was going to mash my nuts
but surprised when she began rubbing it slowly back and forth with a rasp of
nylon against my jeans.

"If you don"t like it, why is your dick so hard"" she sneered then began
tapping her knee against my bulge making me wince in pain. "Did she take care
of you""

"Orrr! Oh yes she did," I groaned, surprised that my cock actually got stiffer
despite the momentary discomfort of the taps of her knee.

"Surname"" she asked curtly.

"Don"t know!" I gasped. "Tax people have employment records."

The blonde lowered her knee then turned around. I groaned silently in lust as
she lifted up the back of her skirt and jacket and leant forwards. Confronted
by a compact firm backside wearing skimpy thongs that barely covered her mound
as she leant forward, my lust went through the roof.

"You like my bum," Marianne stated. "Watch what happens when it comes into
contact with that bulge at the front of your jeans."

Mesmerised by pure desire, I watched that perfectly shaped peach of a behind
reverse itself towards me, her bare buttocks tantalising me with their
firmness. Coming to where I sat, I groaned as they lifted over the edge of the
desk and thrust back. They were so beautiful! Backing over the tops of my
thighs, her wonderful orbs came down into my lap then wiggled about until my
trouser-tent was in the groove between them.

"Oh Marianne!" I groaned at the firm grip of her buttocks around my erection
but then they began making small movements back and forth in my lap that sent
me crazy with lust.

"Clench your glutes around his shaft as you slide and he"s yours," she
explained as she thrust that sexy behind over my rapidly soaring rod, rocking
it back and forth with each pass.

"Oh wow!" I gasped as her strong glutes began clenching rhythmically around my
tent-pole as she rubbed my dick into extreme stiffness. "Oh please!" I begged
wanting her amazing arse-job to go faster.

To my frustration she stopped moving.

"That pathetic begging signals that he"ll answer anything in the hope that I
will bring him off with my arse."

"Oh oh please," I begged desperate for her to resume with my dick painfully
rigid inside the confines of my jeans and stuck in the channel between her
tight buttocks.

"Did you speak with this Sonia at the hotel"" Marianne asked.

"Yes," I groaned wanting to cum. "She dragged me from the lobby and tried to
warn me off."

That triggered a memory.

"She gave me a card, it"s in my wallet. Left trouser pocket."

"I"ll get it," Sally said then I was groaning even more and breathing heavily
as she made a play of searching my pocket.

"Is that a banana for your lunch"" she said with a cheeky smile as her fingers
clasped my stiff staff.

"Oh Sally, please"!" I begged, desperate for release.

"Impressive technique," the older officer remarked as her hand withdrew from
my pocket. "And do men usually hand over their wallets to you when you do
that""

"I"m a good girl!" Marianne protested.

"A very good girl," I groaned lustfully.

"I"d like a go at that if you please," Sally said.

I felt disappointment and frustration as my sister in-law"s remarkable
backside lifted from my lap.

"I"m sure you don"t mind," Sally said looking over her shoulder down at me as
she took her place and stood before me and turned around.

Maybe because she was an older woman, I set my expectations too low but as the
hem of her skirt and jacket began to rise up to reveal the firm backs of her
stocking-sheathed legs then kept going, I knew I was wrong. Sally"s behind was
slightly larger than Marianne"s but it was just as pert and firm. As soon as
it plonked itself down in my lap and felt the muscular grip of her glutes
around my shaft, I knew I didn't stand a chance.

"Orrrr Sally!" I groaned as the older woman's backside thrust back and forth
with no less vigour than my sister in-law.

"Is this Sonia capable of killing a man""

"Oh yes!" I gasped as my boner grew beyond the realms of comfort, cramped
within my pants. "Defensively," I added realising what I had said. "Don"t
think she would intentionally murder someone."

Sally was a fast learner and her incredible mature arse had me groaning
frequently.

"Oh my word!" I gasped as her buttocks began moving in deep hard thrusts that
had me yearning for release.

"Er, I think you should stop while questioning him," Marianne suggested.

Placing my hands upon Sally"s slender hips to hold on, I was surprised when
she moved them to cup her chest and let me enjoy the feel of nicely endowed
breasts jiggling up and down inside her blouse beneath my palms.

"Asparas dental services," I heard her read from the card as I struggled and
failed to keep control of my throbbing erection.

"Asparas. The bodyguard mentioned that. Female assassins," Marianne said.

"We"ve already checked that address out. The Jeweller had an emergency dental
appointment that morning that the hotel admitted liability for," Sally said as
she steady slid back and forth at a forceful and frustratingly steady pace.
"It"s an empty property but was freshly decorated."Offshore holding company
own it and deny all knowledge. The account for the bill was non-existent and
the transaction null and void."

The steady pump and clenching of Sally's backside was too much and I could
control it no longer as my balls felt fit to burst. I moaned loudly as blast
after blast unloaded itself into my pants turning the front of my jeans
sopping wet.

At my first ejaculation, Sally got up fast and looked down with a superior
smirk of amusement.

"Impressive technique. I need to practice that a few more times."

"I"m sure Jim will be more than willing," Marianne smiled.

"Escort him to the gents to get cleaned up and no hanky panky. Meanwhile I"ll
see how PC dumb is getting on."

"Wow you really fancy her." Marianne whispered as she firmly slipped an arm
around the crook of my right arm and walked me from the office while I tried
to hide the damp patch. "You didn"t do that when I gave you a lap dance."

"Shut up."

"Don"t you talk like that to an officer of the Law!"

"You"re not a real Policewoman, remember""

It was embarrassing and degrading trying to clean myself up with my sister
in-law standing there watching.

"You can wait outside," I told her.

"Make me," she replied, raising a hand shaped like a blade with a fist close
behind it while adopting a wide stance that stretched her skirt in sexy ways
around the tops of her thighs.

She looked so tough and authoritative in that uniform I decided not to push my
luck.

Returning to Sally"s office we found her and Constable Wilson looking at a
large monitor. She waved us over.

"Is this the woman"" she asked.

On the screen was Sonia entering the lobby entrance with the Jeweller and his
bodyguard.

"That"s her."

"Mutton dressed as lamb," Marianne remarked.

"Doesn"t look muscular enough to cause the damage we saw," Sally observed.

On-screen the sexy alluring mature woman noticed something then spoke with the
multi-billionaire before striding across the lobby.

"That"s when she saw me and dragged me off for a quiet word."

"The name "Anna" is written on the back of this card along with an
East-European surname," Sally stated.

"Maybe the person she was working for," I pondered. "She did seemed nervous.
Kept glancing around as if scared we"d get seen together," I replied then
remembered something else. "Wait, do you have footage outside the bar area""

Wilson nodded and brought up a different camera angle.

"Try about half an hour later when I"m standing outside."

It took a while but Wilson found it. We saw the smouldering cougar with the
men at the bar. A while later she looked my way and for a moment looked
afraid.

"She spotted you," Sally said as the image was paused.

"She"s not scared of him, she threatened to beat him up," Marianne added.

"Big fat woman off to the side behind you," Wilson remarked.

"Look at the thick slopes running down from her neck, and those arms, she"s
fricking huge!" remarked Sally.

"We saw her climbing the stairs to the penthouse when we were going down," my
sister in-law said.

Wilson ran the clip further and we saw the big scary-looking woman walk closer
to the camera then turn her back to it.

"She"s texting someone," Sally observed.

"Not a text app," Wilson remarked and zoomed in on her phone.

The image degraded but showed a familiar design.

"Demonautica!" I exclaimed.

"Not that again," Marianne groaned.

"We ran into someone playing that before. It"s addictive and was used to
somehow track us."

"Good job, Constable," Sally said which put a proud smile on his face. "Run a
check on the name on the card and see what you can find out."

With Wilson out of the room, I briefed Sally with what we knew of the app but
she was highly sceptical.

"Don"t you think it strange that my name was found next to the dead man in the
room where the both of us were. Maybe the app gave Anna my name."

"Coincidence not demons," she scoffed.

Just then Wilson burst into the room.

"Excuse me ma"am but some weirdos have entered the station. They're asking for
Jim Priest."

"You two stay here," Sally ordered heading for the door.

"Not blooming likely," Marianne said and I agreed with her.

In the reception area were half a dozen men standing with an unblinking vacant
expression while holding a mobile phone, screen upwards. Each had several
taser darts embedded in their skin, some of which crackled with electricity
but they weren"t even fazed.

"They"re like blooming zombies, they won"t go down" Wilson explained. "We"re
worried those phones might trigger explosives beneath those weather-proof
jackets."

I carefully approached the nearest man but he didn't even seem to notice me.
So I moved closer to get a better look at his phone.

"Careful," Sally advised. "Friends of yours""

"Never seen them before."

At the sound of my voice, the men turned as one to face and address me in
unison. I leapt back, startled.

"The descendant of the accursed Priest must surrender the sacred key and map
unto us."

"Her Majesty"s Police do not negotiate with terrorists," Sally spoke firmly.
"Lay down your weapons and surrender."

They ignored her and, as one, took a step towards me.

"The phones aren"t detonators!" I shouted, recognising what had been on the
screen. "It"s a highly additive app that er hypnotised them to do bad things."
That sounded better than "possessed by demons". "Get the phones out of their
hands but don"t touch the screens!"

Sally fearlessly stepped towards the man.

"HAI! HAI!"

The hem of her skirt rose exposing her stocking tops as a slender leg flashed
out kicking him square between the legs twice in rapid succession. The impacts
were so loud, there was no doubt that it would cripple a normal man and made
the male officers and myself wince in sympathy. With no reaction on his face,
he just took another step towards me.

"HAI! HAI! HAI!"

My sister in-law stepped forwards unleashing three fast black pulses that
soared high, while the hem of her skirt rucked around the top of her thighs
giving the male officers a treat of what they were missing with modern
uniforms. The kicks landed solidly with the man"s head whipping back fast then
bouncing forward like one of those toy nodding dogs you used to see in the
back windows of cars. Why he didn"t go down with brain damage was a shock.

Grabbing his arm, Sally drove the tips of straight fingers hard into his
sternum.

"HAI!"

I"m sure that blow would have left me gasping in agony but he just kept
moving.

"What drugs are they on"" she exclaimed.

Stepping between him and the next man, she seized a wrist of each in one of
hers. Raising their arms into the air she brought them down sharply flipping
them both like Catherine wheels with a double spinning wrist throw.

"That"s how to get them down," she said, then was shocked as they got straight
back up, still clutching their phones.

Moving in front of the lead man, Sally turned her back on him. Seizing his
right wrist with her left hand, she hooked her right arm over the outside of
his elbow locking the joint by wrapping her forearm and hand around his. She
looked so feminine and authoritative as she easily handled the man, forcing
him to go where she wanted. With the skirt stretched tight between her thighs,
she leant forward, effortlessly loading him onto her back. His body flipped
over the Policewoman"s hip like a sack of potatoes while her shapely calves
flexed strongly. Retaining the wrist of the hand still clutching the phone,
his body whipped over at tremendous speed before his back slammed loudly
against the floor. He immediately tried to rise but the mature officer dropped
down to her backside behind him. Stretching out her long legs either side of
his head, with the male officers appreciatively watching her stocking-clad
legs as she folded her right leg at the knee to form a figure of four with the
back of her calves across his throat then locked her foot in the crook of her
other leg. Those legs looked sensational in sheer black nylons with the lights
shimmering from them as they squeezed incredibly tightly around the struggling
man's neck and arm with a patch of bare upper thigh close to his head. His
right arm was now trapped against one side of his face and hooking an arm
beneath his forearm, she bent back his hand hard at the wrist. In what would
have been an agonizing wrist lock for anyone else the man still struggled and
held onto to the phone. With a steely look of determination, Sally dug her
fingers right into the nerve clusters at the base of his wrist while bending
back his fingers. His hand was forced open and the phone clattered to the
floor. That"s when the his eyes went wide with shock and he started screaming
in pain.

"HAI!"

The side of Sally"s hand shut him up with a wicked Karate chop to the side of
the neck.

Constable Wilson went to grab the phone.

"Don"t use your bare hands," I warned.

He nodded and pulled out some gloves and an evidence bag and put the phone
inside.

Seizing the forearm of the hand holding the phone of the next man, Marianne's
right hand rose with stiff straight fingers.

"HAI!"

Her hand chopped solidly down upon his wrist and his hand sprang open dropping
the phone. As with the other man, he snapped back to reality and cried out in
pain.

"HAI!"

The slender blonde silenced him with a chop to the back of the neck.

"Cuff them and get them in a cell", Sally ordered the other officers.

"HAI!"

With her skirt riding high upon her hips, revealing her stocking-tops,
Marianne"s right leg flashed out in a kick that arced around and slammed the
front of her shin like a crowbar across the next man"s belly. It landed
solidly but he didn"t even flinch and continued walking.

"HAI!"

The sleek shapely leg shot out again, streaking high in a sidekick stretching
her skirt tightly between her sleek upper thighs to hammer the point of her
shoe straight into the side of his neck. This time the grip around the phone
loosened.

"HAI! HAI!"

A sideways arcing kick powered her right heel into the back of his hand and
the phone fell to the floor. Without lowering her knee, the leg flew out
again, in a high backwards arc that pounded the sole of her foot against the
side of his neck. His eyes sprang wide in shock then went down, out cold. I
was seriously turned on watching my leggy sister in-law defeat a man.

Sally moved to confront the next man.

"HAI!"

The side of her hand slashed down upon his neck as he tried to lumber past
her. It was a very solid-sounding blow that could probably break bricks. He
actually paused as his grip on the phone waived. In that moment, the mature
Policewoman reached up with both hands and pulled down his head, twisting it
to one side.

"HAI!"

With her skirt flying up exposing her stocking tops, her right knee rocketed
high to pound the side of his neck while she held his head bowed before her.
The knee hit solidly and not only did the phone fall from his hand but he did
too, out cold.

As if waking up to the danger these sexy legged woman posed, the next man
threw a punch at Marianne, who quickly ducked low as his fist sailed overhead.

"HAI!"

Her right fist flashed out and punched him solidly in the balls to which he
didn't react. As she stood up straight again facing away from him, his arms
reached out to grab her from behind. Marianne instantly bent sharply forwards
to seize a foot and pull it from under him. He fell backwards onto the floor
while she stood up holding his leg.

"HAI!"

Her right leg stomped back to mash his balls, once again to no effect.
Releasing his leg, she spun around to glare at him lying on his back.

"HAI!"

Her long right leg kicked downwards at an angle. Her foot slammed into the top
of his chest then slid the edge into the join between his throat and jaw. The
phone fell from his hand as the man was knocked out in an instant.

The last man was tackled by another female officer. Dressed in a unisex padded
jacket and trousers, the only things that distinguished her from her male
colleagues was a less bulky figure and a more feminine face. However, she
fought like a man, in what looked like Krav Maga with inelegant and
unnecessary brutal blows to the body with elbows and knees. Getting him to the
floor in a brutal bone snapping armlock that broke the connection with the
phone, the screams of pain were silenced by a brutal elbow to the face.

"Oh dear, that"s going to some explaining," sighed Sally. "Cuff him and get
him to A&E and stay until he"s been patched up. Having to wait 5 hours or more
will hopefully make you think again when going ape on members of the public."

I helped Constable Wilson collect the phones into evidence bags and take
pictures of the screens before turning them off through the bag.

"Thanks," he said. "They were starting to freak me out. I thought I saw faces
staring out at me."

"Pareidolia," I said. "The brain tries to make sense of the weird spooky
patterns displayed by the app and tricks you into seeing features that aren"t
there," I explained. "Possibly the app designers did that on purpose as part
of the hypnosis or brain washing process."

"Some crazy shit, man."

Not as crazy as the app being designed by real demons or their followers and I
too saw the faces, but I kept that to myself.

"They aren"t going to remember anything useful are they"" Sally asked when the
three of us were back in her office.

"By the way they came in here looking zoned out, I don"t think so," I replied.
"I guess that means we are free to go""

"Not quite," she replied. "There is one thing that you need to finish off."

Without warning, the cute mature woman grabbed my shoulders. In horror I saw
her upper right thigh leap up with the hem of her skirt sliding back along her
silky nylons to give a glimpse of stocking tops. I wailed in agony as her knee
pounded my belly and plunged in deep, flattening my diaphragm and forcibly
driving the air from my lungs and expelling it in a rush from my mouth which
had dropped wide open as my face screwed up in agony. As I creased over with
severe cramps, the mature policewoman threw me over her hip to land face up
lying face up upon her desk.

Badly winded, I could only lie there and listen to the sound of heels
approaching.

"You told me you were going to fully co-operate yet still I had to prise the
information out of your mouth," Sally told me, staring down at me upside down.

Too winded to stop her, I watched helplessly as the uniformed woman pulled my
head to the desk"s edge.

"Now I"m going to put that mouth of yours to good use and this time you WILL
be fully co-operative."

Straddling me with her long thighs sliding either side of my face while facing
me, I was shocked to see that she had removed her knickers! Her pussy pressed
against my mouth while the base of my nose brushed against her short and
curlies which tickled and irritated my nostrils. Trapped by an attractive
mature woman in a figure-flattering old-time Policewoman"s uniform, I held
onto the silky sheer black nylon stockings whilst held in a standing face
scissors. This must surely by the most dominant and highly arousing position a
woman can put a man in. Well I certainly found it so.

"Wow, He really fancies you!" I heard Marianne exclaim as I felt a hand feel
the erection growing in my pants.

"Hummm!" I moaned into the smothering pussy as her slender stocking-sheathed
thighs bulged with muscular hardness that exerted an excruciating pressure
that flattened my ears against the sides of my head while crushing my cheeks.

"Can you feel my strong thighs gripping you tight"" Sally asked. "My legs own
you and if you don"t please me they will crush your skull like an egg-shell!"

"Cor! It"s getting even harder!" Marianne exclaimed and I was horrified to
feel her undoing the top button on my jeans, unzipping my flies before fishing
it out!

Aroused by Sally"s total dominance and ownership of my face I stuck out my
tongue and began licking while my dick continued to stiffen under the constant
powerful pressure of her strong legs.

"Oh yes! Lick me all around Shepherd"s bush!" she cried as I worshipped her
while enjoying feeling her sleek nylon-encased thighs bulging with power.

She might not have thick muscular man-crushing legs but her slender thighs
swelled with more than enough power to make me feel light-headed when she
squeezed hard to keep me at my duties.

"Ohh I"ll have you talking in tongues orrrrr!" she groaned in a voice full of
sexual yearning that was contagious and made my dick even harder and even more
eager to make her cum.

I wasn"t the only one affected.

"Oh eff look at it throb!" Marianne exclaimed.

I felt sinful as a hot sticky furnace engulfed my manhood and then began to
enthusiastically pump up and down on my shaft. Two women in 1980"s WPC
uniforms with slender bodies and sensationally sexy legs sheathed in stockings
were using me for their pleasure. One was a real Policewoman pleasuring
herself on my face while the other, my sister in-law with whom I shouldn"t
have such carnal knowledge, was riding my dick with a vengeance. Both were
skilled in unarmed combat and I was powerless to stop them using me for their
pleasure, not that I wanted to! Sally"s strong legs kept giving short strong
squeezes against the sides of my face to encourage me to keep going but
whenever she squeezed, the muscles in the thighs and around her pussy tensed
forcing me to pause with my eyes clenched until it passed. While my horny
sister in-law rode me like a succubus. Sally"s gasps of pleasure got more
frantic and breathless. As she neared orgasm, her thighs slipped around my
neck while humping her hips back and forth so frantically I feared she would
break my neck. Her impending climax set off my sister in-law who began riding
me at frenetic pace while moaning loudly. That in turn set off a chain
reaction and both women and myself came together. I didn"t have a chance and
blasted heavily inside the blonde. Suddenly every muscle in the mature woman"s
body tensed as she climaxed. Her thighs quivered swollen with slabs of steel
covered in nylon as her inner thighs bit into the side of my neck and knocked
me out after several long agonising skull-crushing seconds.

I came around with an aching head to find myself in the back of a police car
driven by Constable Wilson.

"He"s giving us a lift home," Marianne explained then leant in close to
whisper. "Maybe we should get him to drop us off at your office. I really want
to try that standing face scissors out on you."

"I think I"ve had enough excitement for one day besides we promised not to get
involved like that again because it"s wrong," I told her.

"Yeah, we keep saying that and then we keeping banging each other"s brains
out," she chuckled. "It"s like you"re a sex God or something."

"I wish."