JIMP#12: The Lethal Slut 
By Jimp


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The following story may contain descriptions of sex and violence. If you are  
offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your  
country do not read on. 
 
(c)JIM P 1996 
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The battered and bruised man was dragged into the chamber and thrown 
down  before the throne. The Evil One spoke "Ah Davison!, how nice of 
you to join  us". "Please it was Cole's fault" John Davison, begged. 
"You've greatly  inconvenienced my plans. Now how am I going to get 
imported slave labour to  undermine the common working scum of this 
country?" she asked. "Please, I  can set up somewhere else and...". 
"UNEMPLOYED!. You're unemployed Davison.  Take him to be ethnically 
cleansed!" the Evil One roared. "No no please.."  Davison's pleas were 
ignored as he was dragged by the black uniformed  soldiers to his doom. 

 
*** 

 
The case of the break-ins at Bristlingdown Manor had left me baffled. I 
had  plenty of time to think as I walked the long tunnel leading from 
Davison's  airfield [JIMP#11] to quiet secluded woods nearby. This was 
how he got the  slaves off the airfield without being seen. However, I 
concluded that this  was just a red-herring designed to throw me off the 
trail of the real  culprits. I needed a break from this. 
 
So it was I found myself in London's Eastend, stepping over the homeless 
and  brushing off the beggars. I had been hired by Ian Bull, an 
"entrepreneur in  the consumer retail business" (fish and chip shop to 
you and me!). He was  slim, about 5' 7" with boyish looks although he 
was in his late twenties. A  weedy moustache graced his upper lip like a 
furry caterpillar in the style  of World War I airmen. 
 
His problem was his wife, Cindy. From the way he boasted I could tell 
that  he a "Thatcherite" not thinking twice about who he trod upon in 
his greed.  "Cindy was naturally attracted to me" he said "I was going 
places" (a  golddigger?). He told me how they got married and had a kid. 
Then the  Recession struck, like many businesses Ian's was on the rocks. 
Cindy  revealed that his best mate, Simon, was the real father and ran 
off with  him. "I really went off the rails for a while then, but I 
bounced back and  re-built my business." he continued (yawn). 
 
"One day whilst returning from a business meeting, I bumped into Cindy.  
Simon had dumped her and left her in a rundown B&B - what a git!. I 
offered  to take her back and she jumped at the chance" he said (more 
likely saw  another chance to milk Ian). "We've two more kids and are 
now very happy" he  said. "So why hire me?" I asked. "I don't know. 
Maybe it's because she was  unfaithful before. I've this strange nagging 
feeling she's laughing at me  behind my back. Find out if she's seeing 
anyone". 
 
I thought I'd check around the market square to see what I could glean 
from  the locals. They were a tight-lipped bunch, so I pretended to be 
an old  friend of Simon's visiting on the off-chance. "Don't remember 
your face?" a  big rugged man built like an out-building told me. "It 
was a long time ago"  I replied. "Yeah ? well Simon buggered off with 
Cindy Bull a few years back.  A right slut that one. Heard he dumped her 
and buggered off to Yorkshire" I  was told. "How did Ian take it?" I 
asked. "Nearly topped himself. Never  laughed so much in years. Served 
the bastard right, no room for people like  that around here". "But he 
took her back didn't he?" I said. "Yeah, right  mug.  Only two things 
that girl is interested in - spending money on new  clothes and bonking 
- not necessarily with Ian!". 
 
I was walking around when I saw this blonde woman get out of a taxi with 
a  plastic bag bearing the name of a top London fashion store. She was 
about 5'  7" with a bit of a boyish build - a long broad back tapering 
to her waist  and out again to her hips. She wore a long black leather 
coat to keep out  the winter chill underneath which I could see long 
shapely calves sheathed  in sheer black nylons ending in high heeled 
black shoes. She made her way  into the local cafe, I decided to follow, 
getting turned on by the sexy  slender diamonds of her calves which 
bunched and bulged as she walked. 
 
In the cafe she removed and hung up her coat to reveal a tight white 
nylon  mini dress which clung to her body like a film. The outline of 
her bra  containing her moderate bust was visible with her nipples 
jutting out  through the tight fabric. As she walked to the counter, her 
short tight  dress clung to the tops of her thighs with every move she 
made. Her legs was  long, full and shapely enhanced by the sheen of 
black nylons. She spoke to  the woman behind the counter for a few 
minutes then I noticed her look in my  direction. Taking her cup of tea 
and a sandwich, she went to sit at a table  by the window. 
 
I ordered a cup of tea and took my seat at a table. Suddenly Cindy 
walked  across and sat opposite me. "So you're a friend of Simon's are 
you?" she  asked in a soft husky voice. I looked at her and was 
captivated by her wide  clear grey eyes, surrounded by black lashes and 
skilful use of eye-liner.  "It was quite a while ago. I've got business 
in the area so I thought I'd  look him up" I replied. "I knew Simon very 
well. I don't remember you" she  said. Her short blonde hair was worn 
with a parting high off her forehead  which swept down to the right of 
her face, but swept back behind her ear on  the left. She had an 
attractive oval face, with captivating eyes, thin black  eyebrows, a 
long slender nose, prominent cheekbones and a firm chin. Aside  from her 
eyes, one's attention was drawn to her wide provocative mouth which  
always seemed to be in a tight sensual smirk. She smouldered sexuality, 
she  was a predator, you could tell by the way she looked and dressed. 
She didn't  take her eyes off mine for a moment. She rested her chin on 
her hands, her  elbows on the table. Her eyes burrowed into my soul 
making me feel very  uncomfortable. "I don't believe you" she said 
softly "I don't know who you  are or what you are after but keep out of 
my way or you'll be sorry".  Without giving a chance to reply she stood 
up and made her way to her own  table. 
 
I drank up and decided to give Ian a call. "Do you know of anyone paying  
undue interest in your wife ?" I asked. "Loads of blokes. She's 
gorgeous.  I'm a lucky fellow and she's lucky to have me" he said 
pompously. "Anyone  over-keen?"."There was Richard Evans, but I drove 
him off" he said proudly.  "Who's he?"."Market inspector. Gave me all 
sorts of grief. Right bastard.  Nearly drove me out of business out of 
sheer spite, bribing the health  inspectors to close me down and stuff 
like that" he told me "Chased after  Cindy for a while, but I scared him 
off". 

***

Evans smiled, he had made it perfectly clear what Cindy had to 
do to make  him get Ian off the hook and here she was. He had been 
chasing her for  weeks, but she played hard to get. Now he would have 
her to add to his list  of conquests. 
 
Apart from them, the park was empty this time of night. Evans felt 
aroused  as she looked at him with those eyes of hers and that tight 
smile of hers.  "Wow!" he muttered as she removed her long coat and he 
caught sight of a  black leather mini-skirt, a tight low-cut black silk 
blouse, sheer black  nylons and stiletto heels. Deliberately she turned 
her back on him and bent  over to place her coat and handbag neatly on a 
park bench, knowing the short  skirt would rise above her stocking tops 
at the back. Turning around she  smirked as she saw the tell-tale bulge 
in his trousers. "Why Richard!, is  that a Mars bar in your pocket or 
are you just pleased to see me?" she said.  "You're too good for that 
prick Bull. Let me show you what a real man can do  for you" he said 
boastfully. 
 
Slowly she walked towards him, hips swaying provocatively, her eyes 
never  leaving his face. "Oooh god, I want you" he gushed grabbing her 
shoulders  and pulling her close. SLAM!, her nylon clad knee exploded 
between his legs  like a steam iron cruelly crushing his erection. He 
slumped forward with a  cry of pain to be caught by her firm arms. He 
looked up into those eyes, her  mouth set in a firm smirk. SLAM! her 
knee pistoned up again into his groin.  "You're not man enough for me 
Evans" she said as she held him upright. SLAM!  his crotch was hammered 
again. "You're a slimy toad who should be trod on"  she told him 
preventing him from falling. SLAM! her knee continued to smash  his 
manhood to pulp. "and I'm going to be the one to do the treading" she  
said. SLAM! he could hardly feel the blows now over the excruiating pain  
between his legs. 
 
She let him slump forward then held him so that his torso was leaning at 
90  degrees to his legs with her arm wrapped over his neck. "I'm not 
going to  let you destroy my mealticket" she told him. WHAM! her 
stockinged knee  buried itself deep in his gut. There was an explosion 
of air from his mouth.  He felt her firm arms tighten around his throat 
to prevent him from falling.  "You're nothing" WHAM! her knee hammered 
his stomach, "scum" WHAM! "a slug"  WHAM!. With slow calculated 
precision she repeatedly drove her knee hard  into his gut, the 
moonlight reflecting off her stockinged legs. Each  crushing blow timed 
to let him recover a bit before she drove her knee in  again WHAM!. "I'm 
your mistress of pain" WHAM!. Finally she let him fall to  the ground. 
 
Evans was in agony, his balls hurt and his gut was battered. A sharp 
pain in  his groin made him look up in alarm. Cindy was standing over 
him with her  stiletto in his groin. "You'll never bother me or my 
family again" she told  him calmly as she began to grind her stiletto 
down hard. Evans screamed and  screamed at the top of his voice at the 
excruiating pain needling his  crotch. "There's no-one to hear you, only 
the homeless street urchins and  they won't help you" she smirked as she 
twisted the stiletto down as though  she were driving in a screw. Dark 
wet patches of blood spread across the  crotch of his trousers as the 
thin heel bit hard. 
 
"Get up" she ordered, but Evans just lay there curled up weeping. WHAM!  
Cindy's foot kicked him full in the face, blood flowing freely as she 
broke  his nose. "I said get up" she said softly but menacingly. Slowly 
he got to  his hands and knees pleading "Please Cindy no more. Have 
mercy". She grabbed  him roughly by the hair and pulled him over to the 
park bench where she sat  down and wrapped her legs around his neck. His 
throat was up against the  crook of her right leg and her left scissored 
around the back of his neck.  She squeezed tight and Evans struggled for 
breath. "Strong aren't they?. I  like to keep in shape" she says as he 
squirms around, his neck held tight.  He feels the sheer nylons of her 
stockings beneath his hands as he tries to  loosen her grip, but he has 
no time to appreciate their sensuality. "Urkkk  please urkk" he croaks 
and she laughs at him. "This is fun Richard. Aren't  you having fun?" 
she taunts as he struggles uselessly as her strong legs cut  off his 
air. Finally, knowing resistance is futile, he stops struggling  praying 
to be put away quickly to ease the torment. But Cindy shows no mercy  
and twists his neck from one side of her body to the other to 
demonstrate  her superiority. 
 
Sensing he is about to pass out she eases off the pressure slightly to  
prolong his agony for twenty more minutes. Finally she releases him, 
stands  up and pulls his head up by the hair either side of his face to 
look at her.  The look on her face frightens him, steely sensuous 
deadly. "You bore me  Richard" she tells him. He stares in helpless 
horror as her knee speeds  towards his face, obscuring his vision as it 
lands painfully WHAM!. Back it  goes only for him to scream as he sees 
it fire again into his face WHAM!.  Slowly Cindy's knee turns his face 
into bloody pulp WHAM!. Holding his head  up by his hair and with one 
hand on the back of his neck, she drives her  knee into his throat again 
again and again. Finally she lets him drop to the  ground - his larynx 
crushed. She collects her coat and walks calmly out of  the park, a 
satisfied smile upon her face. 

*** 

With the help of a public-spirited 
civil servant, I found a council report  concluding Evans was killed by 
some gang he upset because of his shady  dealings. The report was 
suppressed from the press to avoid scandal.  Something bothered me about 
the way Evan's privates had been brutally  destroyed. 
 
I went back to the market to snoop around. Cindy was talking to the 
petite  Indian woman who ran a clothes stall. I approached and pretended 
to be  looking for a dress for my wife. Cindy gave me a withering stare 
and a  savage smile before walking off. "Would never know she's had 
three kids" I  remarked admiring her bulging calves. "Yeah, used to go 
swimming almost  everyday" the Asian replied. "Doesn't she go anymore?" 
I asked. "No, not for  quite a while. Must have got fed up with it I 
suppose" she said. "I bet she  turned a few heads in her swimming 
costume" I quipped. "Ha, you can say that  again. There was this rather 
dishy teenaged lifeguard there. Took a fancy to  her. Kept pestering 
her. A right nuisance" she revealed. Paying for a skirt  that I hoped my 
wife would like, I decided to check out the local swimming  pool. 

*** 

Kevin was the envy of all his mates. "Lucky bastard. All those babes in  
swimming costumes. Phroor" they would said. Unfortunately all who came 
to  the mid-week daytime shifts were mums with their toddlers and 
O.A.Ps. All  that changed when Cindy showed up. Her skin tight white 
lyrca costume hugged  every curve of her body, cut really high over the 
hip. Shapely breasts, a  flat stomach and long shapely legs called out 
to his loins. Turning around  to climb into the pool, her buttocks were 
on full display with a tiny thong  between her cheeks. 
 
He watched her as she effortlessly swam several lengths of the pool, her  
strong legs propelling her sleek body through the water. Then she got 
out of  the water to sit on the poolside. He was stunned - her skin 
tight lycra  costume had gone translucent when wet!, he could see 
everything - her boobs,  nipples, belly button, pubic hair - the lot!. 
He couldn't tear his eyes  away, what a sight!, what a body!. Crossing 
his legs to hide his  embarrassment, the blonde looked at him and he 
nearly lost it when those  grey eyes locked onto him and her tight-set 
mouth widened a little in the  beginnings of a smile. She drove him wild 
with that sensational firm body  dripping wet virtually naked. He tried 
to chat her up, but she cold  shouldered him. It was the same every day 
she came. She told him to grow up  and that she was a married woman. 
However, her eyes seemed to radiate pure  lust and she would run her 
tongue over her lips seductively. 
 
Then one day when Kevin knelt beside her to try again, she said "There's 
no  men in the pool. I see you in the Men's changing room in five 
minutes",  calmly stood up and headed to the changing rooms. 
 
With mounting anticipation he got someone to cover for him and headed 
for  the men's changing room. He entered and heard the noise of a shower 
running.  As he looked in the shower room, he was speechless. She was 
there standing  under the shower, naked, the water cascading off her 
firm body. "Here rub  some shower gel on me will you?" she asked with a 
pout. He didn't hesitate  to comply, enjoying the sensation of working 
the gel into her shapely calves  and firm smooth thighs streaming with 
water. Standing up, he worked the  slippery gel into her hips, waist and 
firm flat stomach, finally massaging  her breasts. Unable to contain 
himself any longer her took her in his arms  and they started kissing 
passionately. Eagerly she wrestled him to the floor  and tore off his 
trunks. He gasped as she slid herself onto him. Their naked  bodies 
squirmed and writhed in passion on the shower room floor. She was in  
complete control and rode him relentlessly over and over again. 
 
Each weekday she would return and ride him until exhaustion. They did it 
in  the shower room, in the changing room, in the cubicles. She was 
demanding,  he couldn't resist, she took whenever and wherever she 
wanted. Then one day,  they did it in the pool when it was supposed to 
closed for cleaning. They  kissed passionately and made love on the 
steps at the shallow end. She was  amazing, he couldn't keep up as she 
took him time and time again. In between  bouts of love making he rested 
watching as she effortlessly swam the pool.  Finally he could go no 
more, "I want a man not a little boy who can't get it  up" she said 
angrily as she got out of the pool to get dressed. Kevin had  never felt 
so tired in his life, his heart was pounding and he felt weird,  maybe 
it was high blood pressure or something he thought as he lay exhausted  
on the steps of the pool. Slowly he slipped into the water. 

*** 

I had 
found out that a young pool attendant had been found drowned, naked in  
the pool. The coroner's report had indicated that he had been engaging 
in sexual activity and had probably swallowed too much water during 
lovemaking.  I asked around the staff of the pool, whether they knew who 
the girlfriend  was. Nobody seemed to know, one of the boy's colleagues 
seemed to think that  he saw him with an older woman "blonde, not bad 
looking, a bit tarty maybe".  Two men who seemed to have links with 
Cindy, both dead. However it was all  circumstantial, I needed to find 
out more, I went to see Ian at his house. 
 
"Your wife used to going swimming quite regularly didn't she?" I asked.  
"Yeah, said it toned her muscles up after having the kids" he replied. 
"She  stopped going suddenly. Did she say why?" I queried. "Got bored 
she said.  Wanted to join a health club, wanted a personal trainer" he 
replied. "Still  goes does she?" I asked. "No, gave that up too, said it 
was too expensive.  Made me buy her a few weights for use at home after 
that". My curiosity  awakened, I got the address from Bull. 
 
Just at that moment Cindy entered the house. "What's he doing here?" she  
demanded. "Oh er he's a small business advisor whose being helping me 
out on  something. See you later love got to go" he gave her a peck on 
the cheek and  left. As I followed, she came up behind me and snaked her 
arm around my  neck. 
 
A small but firm bicep dug into my throat strangling me. I grabbed her 
arm  and tried to break her grip. WHAM! pain exploded in the small of my 
back as  her knee drove into it. She forced me face first up against the 
wall and  pressed her knee into my back. At the same time she pulled 
back on my neck  with her arm. "Who are you?" she hissed. "Urkk business 
advisor urkk"  WHAM!  her knee powered into my back so hard that I 
couldn't help crying out in  pain. She let me drop to the floor. My back 
was agony, no position I got  into would ease the pain. 
 
Cindy got down in front of me, grabbed my hair and shoved my head 
between  her legs. She squeezed tight with a strength I hadn't expected.  
Instinctively my hands went to her legs and I was surprised to find 
strong  thigh muscles bulging with power. The contrast between her sheer 
black  stockings and the strong thighs they contained was stimulating, 
but the pain  crushing in on my skull was more urgent. My body was 
flailing around but my  head was stuck fast as she squeezed down tight. 
I was surprised at how  strong her legs were. "No no please" I begged, 
my head hurting under her  strong relentless grip as she locked her 
ankles to get a better hold. No  matter how I twisted and turned, my 
head remained immobile in her vice-like  grip. My skull felt like it was 
trapped in a steel vice. 
 
Smiling she said "Strong aren't they?. I work out every day to keep 
myself  firm strong and shapely". She raised herself on her hands and 
straightened  her body. I felt a hint of her quads as she crushed down 
hard upon my aching  head. "Used to go to the gym every day. Had a 
personal trainer, a real hunk  but he couldn't handle me so what chance 
do you have?" she said. I writhed  about but could not free myself. I 
was sure that she was not strong enough  to put my away and that she 
would soon tire and then I would get the upper  hand. Suddenly I managed 
to lurch forward and move my head. With a strangled  croak, I realised 
my mistake. Her strong thighs were now crushing my throat.  A surge of 
power constricted my throat so much that it was becoming  difficult to 
breathe. Running my hands over her bulging nylon-clad thighs, I  felt 
another surge of power which elicited a croak from me as her strong  
legs cut off my air. Twisting and turning she shook my head from side to  
side, still maintaining her relentless grip. "You men, you're all the 
same"  I heard her say "as I always say, treat 'em mean to keep 'em 
keen". I could  not free myself, her legs were too strong and the 
depletion of air was  affecting me badly. She kept me on the brink like 
that for at least 10  minutes before she tensed every muscle in her 
body. I heard her laughing as  my eyes glazed over and slowly I slipped 
into the void. 

*** 

Cindy was on the top deck of a bus, the first time 
she saw him. As the bus  crawled slowly through the dense traffic, she 
happened to glance into a  fitness studio above a row of shops. There he 
was, a black Adonis, handsome  with a hairless muscular body that would 
put a Chippendale to shame. He was  showing a woman how to use some kind 
of weight machine, his black body shone  in a sheen of perspiration that 
showed up every muscle group. "Oh god I must  have him" she thought to 
herself. 
 
She got off at the next stop and walked back to the gym. The hunk was a  
personal fitness trainer and he didn't come cheap. She couldn't stop  
thinking about him and that sexy body. By the time she got back to the  
market square, she was so horny that she went straight over to the fish 
and  chip shop. Ian was surprised when Cindy entered, locking the door 
behind  her. Before he could say a word, she was upon him kissing him 
passionately,  forcing him to the ground behind the counter and ripping 
his clothes off.  She humped him over and over to exhaustion, all the 
time she imagined she  was with the big muscular black man she had saw. 
After that she told him  about joining the fitness club.  " Cindy you 
don't need it you look  great" "Ian I'm fat, I feel fat so I feel bad if 
I feel bad I make you life a  misery"she told him. "Oh alright love" he 
gave in, he usually did. 
 
"He doesn't stand a chance" she thought to herself as she put on the 
skin  tight black leotard she had brought. It was mostly sheer black 
nylon except  over the nipples and in the crotch. Cut extremely high 
over the hip, it had  a tiny thong that exposed her buttocks. The 
trainer, Winston, drove her wild  with desire, however dispite her best 
efforts, he didn't seem interested. A  tall redhead in a skimpy posing 
costume and a finely defined lightly muscled  oiled body walked past. 
"Ugg look at the muscles on that" Cindy was about to  say but then 
noticed that Winston was staring in obvious lust. "Your  girlfriend is 
it?" she asked sarcastically. "Hmmmn, no, a visitor preparing  for a Ms. 
Fitness competition over at Wembly this evening" he replied. 
 
Cindy remembered how Ian liked watching the women on "Gladiators", 
obviously  some men liked lithe athletic bodies. "Maybe a bit of muscle 
would look good  on me" she thought "then your body will be mine, 
Winston". 
 
Each morning Cindy went to the gym and worked hard. She was surprised to  
find that her body responded easily to the weights. The harder she 
pumped,  the better she felt. Her shoulders developed caps of muscle and 
her arms  became vascular and defined. When she flexed, small biceps 
appeared which  she was quite proud of. Her stomach became tight and 
firm, if she flexed,  one could see her abs. Her strong shapely legs 
became stronger and more  shapely. Her hams and quads grew, their 
muscularity barely hidden by her  short skirts and high heels that also 
showed off her calves. 
 
Winston was definitely paying attention now, she thought as she walked  
across the market square, smirking at the bulges in the trousers of most 
of  the men as she walked in her stiletto heeled shoes, her calves 
showing under  her coat clad in sheer black stockings and suspenders. 
Today's the day. 
 
Arriving at the gym she entered the private training room. Winston was  
practically drooling as she removed her coat to reveal the tight low cut  
nylon top and tiny black wet-look rubber mini skirt. Bending over in 
front  of him to remove her shoes, she hears him groan. "Got you!" she 
thinks and  slowly removes her top, skirt, stockings and suspenders. 
More groans as she  gets down to a black wet-look PVC thong bikini. 
Slowly she turns around and  gets the shock of her life. It looks like 
he has a couple of feet of lead  piping down his shorts!. "Handsome, hot 
body and hung like a stallion. What  more does a girl need" she thinks 
to herself. She cannot contain herself,  she throws herself at him, rips 
off his shorts and her bikini. Never has she  wanted a man so badly 
before, his muscled body and huge manhood drives her  wild with lust. 
Winston has never met a woman like this before and soon  finds himself 
out of his depth. Relentlessly she humps him until she is  sated. She 
realises that he is not moving, checking for a pulse she thinks  to 
herself "Must have had a weak heart or something. What a waste, what a  
bod! what a dick!". Getting her things together, she gets dressed and 
leaves  quickly. 
*** 
I came to, at first not knowing where I was. I 
heard a noise and looked up  to see Cindy standing a few feet away, 
hands on hips, legs astride. She was  decked in black shiny wet-look PVC 
- a cupless bra, a tiny pair of thong  briefs cut high over the hip, 
gloves that came over her elbows, a black  chocker with metal studs, 
sheer black stockings and suspenders, and a pair  of stiletto heeled 
knee length boots. I gazed with mounting lust at light  caps of muscle 
on the ends of her shoulders, lean slender arms with a hint  of muscle 
and vascularity, a rock hard flat stomach. Her legs were shapely  and 
strong looking, the stilettos emphasising the bulge of her outer thighs  
and the boots unable to hide the curve of strong calve muscles. She 
looked  like she could enter a fitness competition and place quite high. 
 
She lanced me with those penetrating grey eyes, her red lip-sticked lips  
somewhere between a smirk and a smile. She raised her arms up and slowly  
flexed a double biceps. Cords of muscle appeared in her upper arms and 
grew  into two small mounds of muscle. "Awake are we mister Jim Priest, 
private  detective ?" she purred as she relaxed and tensed her arms, her 
eyes not  leaving mine. 
 
Placing her arms behind her head, tensed to show off their muscularity, 
she  flexed her abdominals. Her firm flat stomach tightened, a light 
gridwork of  muscle appeared. "I found your business card in your 
wallet" she said, her  voice sounding like cream being poured over 
strawberries. She stretched out  her right leg in front of her and 
tensed the muscles, her outer thigh bulged  thick and strong, with a 
hint of the rest of her quads. "Like a bit of  muscle do you?" she said 
looking at the bulge in my trousers. 
 
I got to my hands and knees and started to rise. She shoved me back 
against  a wall and raised her leg high bent at the knee with the 
stiletto heel boot  against my throat. "Ian hired you, right?" her voice 
was soft and sensual  with a hint of menace. "I can't discuss .arggh" a 
sharp pain in my throat  reminded me how dangerous stilettos could be. 
Lowering her leg, she stepped  up close, pressing her well toned body 
against mine. I felt her knee between  my legs pressing gently against 
my crotch. Her face came right close in  front of mine. She spoke slowly 
with deliberate emphasis with her sensuous  full mouth whilst piercing 
me with those eyes of hers. "He hired you didn't  he?" she said. "Yes" I 
replied entranced by her eyes and the sensual but  grim look on her 
face. "To spy on me ?" she asked. I hesitated, she slammed  her fist 
hard and fast into my gut, the muscles tensing in her arm. 
 
Taking advantage of my winded state she unzipped my trousers and scooped 
out  my manhood. Then wrapping her left arm around the back of my neck, 
she  pressed the side of her right forearm across my throat. At the same 
time she  pressed her knee between my legs. "I've dealt with bigger 
tougher men than  you" she taunted as she stared me in the eyes. With a 
wicked smirk on her  lips she began to slowly slide her thigh backwards 
and forwards. Dispite the  menace radiating from this vixen, I got 
stiffer and stiffer as it ran over  her sheer black nylons, the 
roughness of the stocking tops and the smooth  warm skin at the top of 
her thigh. "cum over my leg and I'll smash your  nuts" she warned. I 
tried to push her off but she pressed her forearm hard  choking me and 
increased the pressure and tempo of her knee between my legs. 
 
Leaning forward she whispered in my ear "You're spying on me aren't 
you?".  Not allowing me time to reply, her tongue darted out and licked 
my ear, the  side of my face and neck. She was driving me wild as she 
licked my face and  worked her knee between my legs. "Yes" I replied 
aroused by the sensations.   She I tried not to succumb but it was 
useless, this she-devil was highly  skilled and I soon came. "I warned 
you" she said dangerously then hammered  me in the groin with her knee. 
 
She slammed me back up against the wall with her arm still choking me. 
Her  knee smashed into my groin again. Then she kissed me passionately 
on the  mouth so hard and long that I was left gasping for breath by the 
time she  had finished and stepped back. Her right leg shot forward 
fast, her foot  burying itself deep in my gut, the stiletto heel biting 
hard. I doubled over  winded by her strong kick. 
 
"Am I being unfaithful Mr. Private Detective?" she asked sarcastically 
as I  caught my breath. "I can't tell..." I started to say but she 
stepped in  front of me, the light muscles in her arm tensed as her fist 
slammed deep in  my stomach. As I leaned forward she grabbed my head in 
her arms and hammered  my gut with her knee - WHAM! "When I ask a 
question" WHAM! "I expect an  answer" WHAM!. Too severely winded to stop 
her, I could only look on  helpless as her stockinged knee slammed into 
my face WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.  Blood poured from my nose and mouth as she 
pulverised my face with her knee. 
 
I would have collapsed to the floor, but Cindy caught me wrapped her arm  
around my neck and squeezed tight. Her small biceps dug into my throat. 
I  tried to pull her arm away, it was difficult she had me in a tight 
choke  that was threatening to cut off my air. "Having trouble are we 
mister big  shot detective?" she smirked. I tried to twist, turn and 
buck my body at the  same time as pulling on her forearm. Eventually I 
found some give, just in  time, I was starting to see patches of red and 
black before my eyes. I broke  free and staggered forward gasping for 
breath. 
 
I felt her grab my hand and swing me back towards her. She turned her 
body  and drove her elbow back at high speed straight into my stomach. 
In winded  agony I watched as she swung her fist straight into my mouth. 
The knuckles  smashed my lips against my teeth and caused me to stagger 
backwards a few  steps. Her right leg kicked out, the sole of her boot 
smashing into my face. 
 
My head still reeling from the blows, I watched watching her sleek-
sinewed  body moving towards me. Without warning she flung herself at me 
and we  strained against each other, struggling back and forth across 
the room.  Suddenly she slid her leg behind mine and tripped me. We 
tumbled to floor  where we wrestled each other with increasing ferocity. 
The sex kitten had  turned into a wild tiger. Her strength and wildness 
threatened to overwhelm  me. Somehow I managed to get on top of her 
battling with her arms, however I  couldn't pin them to the floor, her 
sleekly muscled arms resisted me. She  bucked and twisted and finally 
fought free of me, rolling away across the  floor to get to her knees. 
 
I tried to get up, but before I could she rushed forward, stooped down 
and  pulled my legs away from under me. In horror I watched as her body 
plummeted  down on top of me, her knee pointed downwards to drive hard 
and deep into my  gut. Instinctively, my torso lurched forward but my 
chest was pinned by her  other leg which had landed on it. I coughed and 
choked as my lungs heaved  for breath. Taking advantage of my winded 
state, she slid her calve under my  neck and sat back, trapping my head 
beneath the back of her left thigh. Her  right knee and body weight was 
on my chest pinning me to the floor. "I  warned you not to get in my 
way" she told me then drove her fist hard into  my already battered 
stomach. "Woorfph!" the air whooshed out of my mouth and  involuntarily 
tried to sit up, but was pinned. Again her fist slammed into  my 
stomach, and again and again, all the while she was laughing wickedly. 
 
I couldn't defend myself, she had me pinned and was punishing me - 
turning  my gut into jelly. Finally she stopped and straddled my chest, 
pinning my  arms under her knees. Smugly she sat there and asked "Do you 
want more?".  "No more please" I begged. She slid forward, her crotch 
covering my nose and  mouth. "You will tell Ian that you found no 
evidence of me being unfaithful  and that your job is finished. 
Understood?". I murmured agreement since what  she said was true, I had 
no hard evidence. She sat there smothering me for  10 or 15 minutes 
before getting up. 
 
She stood over me with her hands on her hips, she put a stiletto heel on 
my  temple and pressed down hard. I screamed as blinding agony lanced 
through my  head. The pain stopped "Worship me slave or I'll puncture 
your skull" she  demanded. Rolling over onto my stomach I put my hands 
on her boots, feeling  the deadly long stiletto as I kissed the feet. As 
I kissed and worshipped  her boots I felt the soft leather and the hard 
calve muscles beneath. Up I  went, getting aroused as I kissed her 
strong thighs and felt her hamstrings.  Worshipping her stocking tops, 
she grabbed my head and forced it face up  between her legs, my neck 
trapped between her thighs. She gave a mighty  squeeze and raised 
herself onto tip toe increasing the pressure cutting off  the air. I 
rested my hands on her strong thighs, feeling her stockings  strain as 
her legs bulged with power. My head swam and span as my eyes lost  
focus. She eased off the pressure slightly and then applied it again.  
Slowly, very slowly she squeezed me out prolonging it over at least 20  
minutes of female thigh crushing power over my poor throat. 

 
*** 

 
Cindy entered the house. She had dumped Priest by the bins out the back 
and  hoped nobody had noticed. She saw Ian was there waiting for her. 
"You're  home early love" she says. "Yeah, had an appointment with my 
small business  advisor but he didn't turn up". Cindy removed her coat 
and saunters over to  the desk which Ian is standing next to. She smiles 
as she sees Ian take in  her short black leather mini-skirt and tight 
low cut top. Sitting on the  desk, she wraps her strong stocking clad 
legs around his middle. "We'll have  an early night tonight Ian" she 
says seductively. "Sorry love, but I'll be  working late" he replies 
"urggg". A tight squeeze around his waist takes him  by surprise, he 
reaches down surprised to feel strong thigh muscles bulging  under the 
sexy black nylon. "I said we'll have an early night tonight" she  says 
then leans back slightly to crush him harder. "Urghhg Cindy please" he  
begs as she crushes him so tight he can hardly breathe. "I'm going to 
teach  you what happens if you hire someone to spy on me" she says 
watching in  delight as her husband squirms helplessly in her leggy 
grip. "Things are  going to be different from now on Ian. By the time 
I've finished with you,  you'll be too afraid to cross me again" she 
releases her grip and smiles as  Ian sits in the chair to rest. "Bad 
mistake Ian" she says and wraps her legs  around his neck and crushes 
hard. He writhes around in agony as his wife's  strong legs crushes down 
hard upon his skull. "And finally after I've taught  you whose the boss, 
I'm going to bonk you til you beg for mercy".