JIMP#14: Death Of A Princess
By Jimp
Jim gets calf-scissored for following a sexy office worker then gut busted by a Sloane-ranger in Paris. A Battle Royale takes place between two powerful upper class Amazons.


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The following story contains descriptions of violence. If this offends you or
if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on. Any
likeness to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2010

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Recap: Novice private detective Jim Priest investigates a series of break-ins
at a stately home dating back over a Century. A series of encounters with
dangerous women led him to uncover a trail of corruption involving politicians
and a millionaire arms-dealer. He also discovers a secret room at the manor
containing strange Indian artefacts and a long lost diary of a Victorian
explorer.

D-Day minus 10

I spotted her as soon as I had left the coffee shop where Professor Maurice
Dupont had been briefing Sir Humphrey and myself on his slow progress in
translating the ancient artefacts that I had uncovered at Bristlingdown Manor
[JIMP#13]. The news was disappointing as was my own failure for new leads on
the perpetrators of the break-ins at the Manor; and no results meant no
paychecks from Sir Humphrey. Luckily the tabloids had paid handsomely for my
side of the story behind the airfield raid [JIMP#11] and brought in new
business - mainly digging up the dirt for divorce cases, but it paid the
bills. Walking across the precinct towards the bookstore opposite, strode a
petite woman with a sexy pair of large black nylon clad muscled calves. Even
from a distance I knew they were something special. I knew it was wrong but I
had to get a closer look. Quickly saying my farewells to Sir Humphrey and the
Professor, with another warning to be wary of his Departmental secretary Jean
[JPECHO#1] (another small woman with powerful calves), I strode across to the
bookstore where the calves had stopped to look in the window. Slender ankles
rose from very high heels tapering to two thick solid slabs of muscle jutting
out from each leg with a deep cleft between them covered with the sensual
sheen of sheer black nylons. On any woman these would have been eye catching,
but on a woman standing around 4'8" with heels (at least 4 inch stilettos I
was sure) they were mind-boggling. The woman wore a light grey business jacket
over which cascaded thick wavy dark brown hair tumbling mid-way down her back.
Below this was a matching tight fitting short skirt, which ended well above
the knee, with a small pleat at the bottom. As I approached, the woman turned
to enter the store, allowing me to note that she was of medium build with a
white blouse covering an ample bust; she was both buxom and leggy!

Feeling like a stalker I followed her, moving to an array of new titles giving
me the chance to study her as she moved around the store. She was gorgeous,
around late 30's or early 40's with the slightly dark complexion of a southern
Mediterranean complete with sultry smouldering looks. Turning away to avoid
eye contact, I pretended to study the books on display in front of me.
Suddenly large muscular calves filled my vision as the woman moved to the same
display standing slightly in front of me. I could do nothing but gawp and
fight the urge to reach down and touch them! After a few minutes browsing, she
turned to look directly at me, one eyebrow slightly arched and her brown eyes
sparkling mischievously as she gave me a knowing smile. With a flush of
embarrassment I realised that I been caught out and had better stop acting
like a pervert and head back to my car, which I had parked down a quiet side
road at a nearby business park.

A few minutes later, I was walking up the pedestrian bridge to the railway
station beyond which was the business park when I noticed the same
raven-haired beauty climbing up a set of steps to my side. I'm sorry but my
instincts got the better of me. Stopping at the station newsagents until she
had walked past, I followed her down the slope that led to the footpath
towards some offices. I was mesmerised by the way her mighty calves flexed and
flowed as she moved ahead of me.

Turning a corner ahead of me into a small park often used by office workers
during their lunch break, I lost sight of her behind the hedge that framed the
green. Being early morning, the park was empty and for a second I thought I'd
lost her until a rich warm voice spoke from behind me, "So you are following
me". I turned around to see the brunette sitting cross-legged on a bench to
the side of the entrance. I couldn't but help notice how her short skirt had
ridden up revealing plenty of strong thigh encased in sheer nylon and the
massive meat flaring from her slender ankles. She noticed my attention, "Or is
it these you are following?" she purred with a wicked smile running her hands
over the thick muscle as she bounced it on top of her knee. "I, ...I" in my
embarrassment I was speechless. Still smiling, she patted the bench to the
space on her left "come, sit down. I'd like to talk to you". She noted my
hesitation "No, really" and again patted the bench while giving me a warm
inviting smile.

Flustered I sat down next to her. Smiling she extended her hand which I shook.
"My name is Adriana," she purred in a soft sexy voice. "I'm Jim" I replied.
Smoothly she brought her legs in front of her, bent at knees until her feet
were on the seat. Stroking the outside of her legs while studying me with her
head slightly tilted she told me "This is what a lifetime of walking in high
heels does to a woman's legs". "They are magnificent," I blurted like a fool.
Smiling coyly she said, "Why don't you take a closer look, Jim?" Swivelling
towards me, she tucked one foot against the side of my backside whilst raising
her outermost leg bringing a beefy calve right in front of my face. "Feel it
Jim, caress it, that's what you want isn't?" she purred "it's okay go ahead".
It's not everyday I get a beautiful woman inviting me to touch her legs. I
know what you're thinking, I should have seen it coming but I was too absorbed
feeling how firm and large that muscle was and admiring the sharp deep ridge
that separated it from the rest of her lower leg to notice that she had
brought her other leg up behind my back. Suddenly the trap was sprung and I
found one big slab of meat crushing my throat while the other compressed the
back of my neck. "Grrk" I croaked as rock solid muscle bit deep constricting
my airways with shocking power. A solid wall of thick hard flesh swelled
against my throat growing so large that my head was being painfully forced up
to make way. Choking, feeling light headed and with a real fear that she was
going to decapitate me, I desperately tried to prise apart her deadly grip to
no avail, everywhere I felt huge unyielding flesh. The next second, I was
pulled to my knees on the ground as my sexy assailant swung her legs and body
around to face forwards.

Taking advantage of my momentary disorientation, the sexy petite Amazon
repositioned her calves both sides of my neck and clamped down. Raising
herself with her hands and straightening her body, Adriana squeezed down so
hard that black spots danced before my eyes and my ears rang. The massive bulk
of her calves pressed against my shoulders levering my head back painfully.
Under my hands her thighs turned hard and bulged with power through the silky
fabric of her tights as she scissored me ruthlessly. I tried to beg her to
stop but couldn't find my voice; I felt as though I was tuning out, all noise
had ceased except my heartbeat. Suddenly the terrible pressure stopped and I
knelt there panting trying to catch my breath, my neck held in a firm grip, my
hands upon her thighs. Adriana looked amused "Now you know how I deal with
unwelcome attention Jim Priest. The last man who tried to feel me up ended in
A&E with a cracked skull". Leaning forward she looked me in the eyes "You will
listen very carefully to me Jim Priest". I realised she was using my surname
which I hadn't told her. She gave me a short squeeze that made me gasp in
pain. "Listen to me. Every time I tell you something, I want you to blink both
of your eyes twice to acknowledge that you heard it. Understood?" Another
short powerful crush - blink blink.

On this piece of paper is a telephone number. She paused, looking as if she
expected an answer - blink blink. "Not an English number but French" - blink
blink. This number is valid for one day only, this coming Sunday - blink
blink. You will call this number on Sunday at precisely 9 o'clock in the
morning - blink blink. Under no circumstances will you write this down,
understand? -blink blink. The lady you will speak is very important, you will
show her respect - blink blink. I don't know why but you are about to get the
answers you've been seeking these last months, I hope you can handle the
truth. Now I am going to knock you out and leave this in your jacket. A friend
of mine will make sure you don't get mugged while you sleep. Alarmed I took a
firm grip on her thighs and tried in vain to release myself. Clearly amused
she rewarded me by squeezing tighter. There was nothing I could do; her legs
were too strong. The pressure stopped "Oh, one more thing. If I ever catch you
following me again I will crush your head so badly that you'll be drinking
your meals through a straw". Adriana started squeezing again then paused with
a wry smile on her lips "On the other hand if you were to ask me out for a
nice expensive meal, I might consider it and let you worship my legs when we
got back to your place". With a look of concentration on her sultry face and
the swell of her thighs beneath my fingers, she Adriana straightened her body
once more and crushed me relentlessly between her calves, shaking me from side
to side and raising herself up and down. It was probably only seconds but it
felt like several long agonising minutes before I slipped with relief into
oblivion.

D-Day minus 9

The Evil One was in a foul mood. Seated around a large antique conference
table was her dwindling band of acolytes. Nervously they cast quick glances at
the 6 men and 6 woman of the elite death squad standing behind them and at the
only door to the room. None of them dared looked in the corner of the large
ancient room where in the shadows stood a black robed figure, its face hidden
in the depths of a hood. Following the coverage by local media of the raid on
John Davidson's airfield and the unexplained death of the Millionaire
arms-dealer and local councillor Reginald Cole [JIMP#11], the National media
went into a feeding frenzy each trying to outdo each other as the trail of
corruption unravelled to the upper reaches of Government. Scapegoats in high
office were made to save others. The balance of power behind the scenes
shifted. "Freedom of the Press!" their leader shrieked as she paced back and
forth across the top of the room like a caged tiger "by the time I'm finished
with them, they will wet themselves before they print anything other than what
I tell them!" The hooded figure spoke in a strong feminine voice "You will do
nothing that threatens The Plan". Enraged The Evil One shouts back "I AM The
New World Order!" "SILENCE. SIT DOWN!" It was the sort of voice humans were
instinctively programmed to obey without question. Angry with herself for
complying, the greying woman at the head of the table turned her withering
stare at the robed figure only to bite back a retort as she found herself
looking into red eyes - blood red with darker red irises and black pupils.
Moving slowly from the shadows, the figure pushed back her hood to highlight
an elegant mature woman with slightly greying brown hair. Across her face ran
a broad red stripe at the level of those disturbing eyes. As she moved, her
robe fell open to reveal a black cat suit hugging a powerful athletic figure
that even the death squad eyed with caution. Halting near the far end of the
table, the woman closed her red eyelids for an extended moment then opened
them to reveal normal eyes with brown irises. Speaking softly to the hushed
room she told them "There is one who has betrayed us all and brought this upon
you". Nodding towards The Dragon, the deadliest of the squad, she continued
"Your plans for power and greed by separating her from The Crown against our
wishes has triggered her desire for revenge". "Her? Surely not?" The Evil One
expressed surprise. "In 9 days time, she plans to reveal the truth. She must
be stopped". A look of malice spread across the ageing leader's face and she
turned to address The Dragon "It's time to claim the prize dear". The
mysterious woman interrupted "No, not her. Send another. We dare not risk
enacting any part of The Prophesy".

D-Day 23:40 BST (GMT+1)

The Princess entered her hotel apartment to freshen up before her meeting with
that detective fellow. She didn't recognise the security man in the corridor,
must be new she thought. To her surprise the room was occupied. "Vanessa, what
on earth are you doing here at this time of night ?" she enquired of the slim
brunette in front of her "shouldn't you be in London being Nanny for the
boys?" [Most upper class boys have a Nanny until they are at least well into
their 30's - or so I've been told :-)]. "No, it's my day off. I was just in
Paris doing some shopping and thought I'd pop in" the woman answered in husky
sophisticated voice with a faint slur. "You've been on the Bolly again dear,
haven't you?" the tall blonde asked accusingly "I've told you about that".
"It's my day off" the sultry brunette whined, "Anyway all Sloanes drink Bolly,
even you". D asked, "So what have you been buying dear". Vanessa replied
"white nut crackers just like yours" both women laughed at the in-joke, it's
what the Princess called the very sharp pointed shoes that were all the
fashion, after a stalker got past security only for the Princess to stop him
with a solid kick in the groin. The sound of agony was terrible, the man
wouldn't stop crying in pain as he rolled around the ground. The report from
the hospital said the ball sack had been severely punctured and one testicle
ruptured beyond repair.

Vanessa watched as D slipped off her shoes then removed her light blue blouse
and selected a high-necked black top from the wardrobe. "Black top" Vanessa
murmured. "What?" D queried. "You never guess who I met shopping". The tall
blonde was in no mood for games as she pulled on the top and got ready to
remove the matching blue skirt "just get on with it Vanessa, I need to get
changed". "Me!" came a voice from the en-suite bathroom. D spun in horror as
the "The Dragon" entered the room. People who knew her called her that,
although not to her face, it was an unkind but apt description. A fierce face
with piercing grey eyes, prominent nose and a firmly set mouth, framed by a
curly short mane of blonde hair. Wrinkles and a slightly flabby neck made her
appear much older than her early 50's. Standing less than 6' in her heels, she
was a good deal shorter than D's 6'4". She was dressed in a tight low cut
white top which showed off her large breasts and deep cleavage. Over this she
wore an open light white jacket with a matching knee length pleated skirt,
nylons and heels.

"That top's a bit young for you dear, don't you think?" The Princess sneered.
"I get no complaints from your husband, darling" the older woman replied "it
always makes him rock hard". D shook her head in disgust "Ex-husband. He's all
yours, you are welcome to him". "You were never a match for me" the mistress
sneered as she stood in front of her former love rival with her hands on her
hips. For a second, D's blue eyes blazed in fury, her mouth tight with anger,
and then she regained control "If my ex prefers older women than that's his
lookout. Now if you will excuse me. Vanessa be a dear and get out the grey
suit". "Grey suit" Vanessa murmured. "What?" D queried.

"You lost to me in love, now you will lose to me once more" the fierce looking
woman said. "I've told you, he's all yours" D responds wearily. "Oh I know
that, but you've been a naughty princess who needs to be punished" the
antagonist replies. Without warning the mature blonde jumps, her pleated skirt
falling back to reveal white stocking tops and suspenders, as a powerfully
musculed leg kicks the younger woman hard in the chest.

The Dragon's brutal stomp propels the Princess's body backwards across the
room and against the wardrobe. With a look of anticipation, the fierce woman
runs forward, leaps and turns, driving a kick so powerful against her chest
that D's body is pile driven through to the back of the wardrobe smashing it
to pieces. Vanessa winced at the sound of breaking ribs and the harrowing cry
of pain as the older woman demonstrated the other reason some people called
her The Dragon.

Teeth bared with excitement, eyes wide, The Dragon pulled up the front of her
skirt. The Princess could only stare in amazement as the thin white nylon
stockings stretched over powerful bulging quads and thick strong calves. She
knew her adversary was a skilled horsewoman but those weren't the legs of an
equestrian, she sensed the hand of something larger than just a marital
affair. The frightening woman leant back slightly then hammered out a
ferocious kick aimed at D's damaged chest. The younger woman anticipated this,
and raised her arm to block the kick. A loud crack of bone snapping and cry of
pain resounded in the room as her arm absorbed a kick that could break through
walls.

Weeping D clenches her teeth knowing she must turn the one-way onslaught. As
the powerful Dragon launches a ferocious high kick towards her head, D kicks
out a leg sweeping the blow away harmlessly. Forcing herself to ignore the
pain, she stepped forwards to slam her foot into her opponent's stomach.

Vanessa watched the Princess's long shapely leg hammer into The Dragon's gut.
With a glimpse of sheer black stockings and suspenders stretched over thick
powerful thigh muscle, the older woman was lifted from her feet and propelled
across the room to land heavily on her back. As she watched the thick diamonds
of muscle bulge and play under the nylon seams as D walked in obvious pain
towards her floored attacker, Vanessa realised that she would have been unable
to take out the Amazon Princess on her own. It was no surprise when D stopped
to watch in surprise as The Dragon rose to her feet, unwinded, Vanessa knew
from bitter experience in training that underneath that white top was a
stomach built like a brick outhouse that could take blows that would fell most
mere mortals.

Keeping out of the way, Vanessa watched as the two upper class Amazons closed
in a brutal melee of powerfully muscled legs inflicting a non-stop barrage of
kicks. Skirts lifted and swirled around continually kicking legs. The amount
of long shapely leg on show with stockings and suspenders not to mention small
white knickers would have been a leg man's erotic dream. Most of the kicks
were blocked by the other woman, lips and teeth holding back the pain
indicating the awesome power being stopped. Occasionally kicks got through
hammering heeled shoes like industrial pistons against mere flesh and bone
causing untold damage. Both opponents were perspiring heavily as the exertion
and bodily damage took its toll. The leggy Amazons followed each other in a
deadly dance around the hotel room, never taking their eyes off one another,
muscular legs continually lashing out towards each other. Wooden furnishing of
all description was smashed into firewood forming no resistance to the power
of a woman's leg in misdirected or deflected kicks.

Vanessa also moved around the room trying to get out of the way of the leggy
onslaught. She was in no doubt the serious possibly fatal injury that would
result if she got hit by a flying leg. She knew The Dragon was a lethal
trained killer but the Princess had the height advantage and the longer reach
of her legs was taking its toll on her opponent. Suddenly the Princess was
able to launch a series of awesome headshots that must have felt like someone
swinging a baseball bat at your head and sounded the same too! As The Dragon
stepped back on unsteady feet, D put all her remaining strength in an almighty
high kick that ended with the top of her thigh against her chest in a flexible
display that snapped The Dragon's head back so savagely that she was out cold
before her feet left the floor and her back crashed into the carpet. Vanessa
was stunned that a former member of Royalty with nothing more than Ballet and
a bit of kickboxing for fitness training had just destroyed the most feared
member of the elite death squad! She suspected those red-eyed women had been
training her on the side, she was too good - way above Vanessa's capabilities.

Breathing heavily, one arm hanging loosely, the Princess stood astride her
fallen foe like some sexy legged Colossus pausing as if to study her leggiwork
(well she didn't use her hands did she?). Both women were badly battered and
bruised with ripped clothes. As if coming reluctantly to some decision, D
raised her long magnificantly built right leg sheathed in what remained of her
nylons high so that the top of her mighty thigh rested against her damaged
chest. She was just building up to bring her leg down in a deadly axe kick
when the side of Vanessa's right hand smashed down into the side of D's neck
from behind. "Haiii!" It was an act of desperation because Vanessa knew in her
heart that she would be next to feel the lethal wrath of the Amazon kickboxing
Princess against whom she didn't stand a chance. Bringing her full force into
the chop, it was a blow that could have smashed through several layers of
brick. The effect against an exposed carotid artery in a human neck was
devastating. Unbalanced in a standing splits, the tall blonde toppled
senselessly to the floor across the unconscious Dragon in an ungainly pile of
legs and lingerie.

"Oh no no no, I think I've killed her" moaned Vanessa. Kneeling down she put
her fingers to the Princess's neck "oh buggeration" then tried her wrist "Ahh
her pulse is very faint. I daren't adminster the drug. Get the Doc to take a
look".

Mark watched as Vanessa left the room and entered the hotel corridor that he
was guarding. She looked pale and distraught, the wine she was draining from a
glass spilling over its edge as her hand shook. "What's wrong?" he asked with
concern, Vanessa was usual very calm and composed "It sounded like a rock band
was demolishing the room instead of a quiet dispatch". Walking unsteadily
towards to the tall muscular man the woman answered in slightly shaky husky
sophisticated voice "We, Ur, we need recon". Mark's face drained "Recon, we
haven't got time for reconstruction!"."And ur recovery" Vanessa added, her
lips whispering "The Dragon". "She's not even meant to be here. You were meant
to do the job, she trusted you, you were meant to take her by surprise". "Oh I
did that all right. She didn't suspect a thing, the poor cow" The edge of her
right hand hit her left palm in a chopping motion. Vanessa was known to be a
bit scatterbrained, but Mark didn't doubt her ability for this vital mission.
"She's um I might have hit her a bit too hard - no, she's still alive. She was
about to kill The Dragon". "She beat The Dragon" Mark uttered in astonishment.
"oops" Vanessa tottered slightly "You've been drinking again" he scolded
"never drink on a job". "It's only Boly. Sloanes drink Boly, water is so
common don't you think?" she replied. Running her hand up and down the front
of his trousers, Vanessa teased, "She's all yours. Make it look good and I'm
all yours tonight". Mark batted the hand away angrily, she was well aware of
his sexual orientation. "Tsk Tsk" she tutted "what a waste". Just then another
muscular man appeared pushing a laundry trolley into the vacated room "quit
talking and get moving" he reprimanded. "Be right with you Joe" Mark said "I
need to call recon and recovery". Knocking on the door of the adjacent room,
he turned to Vanessa, he pointed to the room opposite "Oh! She has a visitor.
Army Intelligence brought him up". "Its Jim Priest" he continued "The private
eye who uncovered the Davidson connection" he explained to her quizzical face.
"Well then" she said with a smile "it must be my lucky day. I'll meet you at
the rendezvous point as arranged", adding with a chuckle "don't be late big
boy". "Leave it Vanessa" Mark replied entering the room "There's no time for
your silly games, this place will be swarming with spooks and Paparazzi very
shortly". The door of the next room opened, 2 men and 1 woman left. The woman
was a good looking tall blonde wearing a light grey suit over a high necked
black top with white sharp pointed shoes. At first glance the woman was the
image of the Princess, good enough for strangers and CCTV anyway. She was a
professional double especially selected for this mission and surgically
'enhanced' "Ah Yup Luv. How's tricks" the tall blonde asked in a broad
Newcastle accent. Mark shook his head "Just get in the lift and don't speak or
it'll be you in that car tonight" he warned "all that plastic surgery and
deportment lessons, what a waste of taxpayers money".

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As I sat in the large opulent hotel apartment, I pondered how this had
suddenly become a very long day indeed. The shock of who I was actually about
to meet hadn't really worn off and I felt seriously out of my depth. I
massaged my neck; still a bit stiff from Adriana's calve scissors.

I heard a lot of muffled noise from one of the rooms further down the corridor
then voices outside but could not make out what was being said. Then the door
handle moved and the door began to open. Trying to calm my nerves as best I
could I stood up and hoped I looked presentable. An elegantly dressed sexy
tanned looking woman entered the room and shut the down behind her. In her
mid-thirties, the woman was about the same height as myself, 5'8", although
her heels made her taller. She had dark brown hair which fell in waves and
curls clear of a high forehead to below a very broad pair of shoulders. An
expensive black silk jacket buttoned at the front covered a torso, which
tapered dramatically from those wide shoulders to a very slim waist and hips.
Some people might have called that a boyish figure, but there was no doubt
about her femininity as she wore a very short black silk mini skirt covered
with loads of little fringes. Her legs were bare, long, slender and toned
ending in a pair of open topped shiny black-heeled shoes.

Fixing me with a piercing stare with narrow grey eyes emphasised with dark eye
shadow, thin black eyebrows and thick lashes that provided a sultry
appearance, she spoke "Mr. Priest. I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting but
the Princess has been quite busy". Her voice was elegant, upper class with a
seductive throatiness although there was a slight slur to her words. "How much
longer? It's very late" I replied as we approached each other. To complement
those sexy eyes, she had a sleek nose and a rounded chin; a dusting of
freckles covering a light tanned complexion. However I felt her face was
slightly overlarge for such a slender body, long with wide broad cheeks with a
wide mouth and plump lips glossed with red lipstick that were set in a smile
that somehow seemed predatory. "Don't worry I will take care of you" she said
extending her hand towards me. The way she said that and that wide smile
unsettled me. As I shook her hand I decided that she was undoubtedly
attractive but something about her disturbed me. A slight smell of alcohol
confirmed that she had been drinking. "The Princess asked to meet me in person
at midnight sharp" I replied, trying to keep calm and sound confident.

"Well she is indisposed right now. You will be dealing with me instead" she
replied, that smile starting to annoy me or was it a smirk? Tired and
irritable at travelling all day and being stalled by this woman at the last
moment, I snapped back "I will speak with the head woman herself and not her
maid thank you very much, whoever you might be!" I caught a flash of anger in
those steely grey eyes, a twitch of her tiny skirt then a long lean right leg
shot out catching me hard in the groin. As I crumpled to the floor, clutching
my aching privates she berated me "for your information, the Princess is not
the top woman but a has-been!" I looked up with tears in my eyes as she start
unbuttoning her jacket "My name is Vanessa, but you can call me Goddess and
I'll be your interrogator for the night".

Removing her jacket and walking to a coat stand by the door, I couldn't help
notice the tight hard muscles in her slender legs flex. They weren't large but
they seemed compact and rock solid, shining with healthy muscle tone. Wavering
slightly as she turned then walked back towards me, I could see the slight
definition of her quads bulging in her taut slim legs. Oh no, not another
woman who wants to scissor me! and my neck hadn't recovered from the last one.
Forcing myself to my feet, I thought I could avoid those legs and use my
greater bodyweight to manhandle her to the bed where I could pin her down and
get some answers.

As I tore my gaze away from those sexy toned legs, I saw that my assailant
wore a sparkly black strapless top that showed off clearly delineated traps
sloping from her neck to her wide shoulders with a lovely defined line running
along her clavicle. But what stopped me from rushing her were her arms.
Adorning each slender arm were solid rounded shoulder caps and a long solid
looking bicep along which ran a prominent thick-corded vein. Her forearms were
incredibly vascular writhing with thick veins. Noticing my attention she
smiled "Can you believe I get these from shopping? Carrying around all those
heavy bags of designer clothes is such hard work". No I didn't believe it and
said so "you must work out with weights". "God no!" she replied "I've
naturally got very low body fat. If I lift weights, these swell up like
balloons and I look like a man. Horrible. Anyway enough chat, more pain".

I paid for my inattention. Vanessa had moved close to me, folded and tensed
her right arm, I watched in fascination to the way her small biceps swelled
with thick muscle before I realised her intention. Whump! Her arm shot forward
powered by her right bicep plunging a fist deep into my unprepared stomach.
Whump! allowing me no time to catch my breath, her left fist bit hard into my
gut. It was moments like these when I wished I were the athletic type with a
hard 6-pack abs, instead of a slightly overweight man with middle-age spread.
Whump! her right fist powered hard into my gut. I was bent over in agony,
frightened that I was going to die because I couldn't breathe. Whump! please
let me breathe. Whump! need air. Whump! she was really powering her punches
into my gut without mercy. Next thing I knew, a hand slashed down chopping me
hard on the right side of my neck. Black spots clouded my vision and feeling
faint I collapsed to the luxurious thick carpet.

Trying to remain consciousness and trying to regain my breathe, I was dimly
aware that Vanessa had moved to the dressing table to clumsily remove her
shoes then with some difficulty step out of her short skirt. I was embarrassed
that a clearly intoxicated woman was capable of giving me a beating. To my
pleasant surprise Vanessa wore a tiny white thong, a small triangle of cloth
protecting her modesty held up by what looked like tooth floss. Smiling she
turned to face me "The Princess worked out every day and was an expert kick
boxer yet I destroyed her. So what a chance does a flabby overweight old man
like you have against me?". My gaze kept slipping to that tiny thong but her
words disturbed me, had this sexy woman somehow hurt the Princess?.

With that predatory smile upon her lips, Vanessa walked towards me, in what
was obviously intended as a sexy walk but ruined by a slight druken stumble.
The sight of those long toned legs flexing brought me back to my senses and
tearing my gaze away from her crotch I tried to stand up. Unfortunately
Vanessa was quicker, taking a long stride, she pivoted and a long right leg
shot out towards me. There was nothing I could she was too close and too fast.
The top of her bare foot slammed hard against the carotid artery on the left
side of my neck. I fell back to the floor feeling slightly sick and weak as
dark spots wove their dizziness around me. I desperately fought to remain
consciousness but it was difficult.

By the time I had managed to clear my head enough to look up, Vanessa had
removed her top and was rolling it up lengthways with her hands. She did mean
to strangle me with it? Not taking my eyes off her, I cautiously got to my
feet backing away from her. "Come now Mister Priest, don't you want to play
with me?" she mocked. She was clearly not embarrassed by her near nudity. Her
breasts were small and, now no surprise to me, her stomach was tight, toned
and vascular with a slightly defined 6-pack showing as she breathed. Her
figure may have been boyish but there was nothing boyish about that incredible
body. I marvelled at the way it tapered like an inverted triangle, her small
firm breasts perfectly positioned, that hard stomach. She took a step towards
me. I looked up quickly, trying not to let her distract me with that hot body
but my eyes kept slipping back.

"You chose the losing side Mister Priest. Did you really think we would let
those red-eyed freaks run things?" she spoke "No, Mister Priest, Britain will
be run by its proper owners - the upper classes. We may be only 1% of the
population but we have 95% of the wealth and we fully intended to take the
remaining 5%". I had no idea what she was talking about, was it the drink?

Still wringing her top in her hands, I backed up as she got closer and found
myself backed against the wall "I could have knocked you out twice if I had
wanted to or killed you". "Once with that kick and once" she chopped her hand
into her palm "that's how I took out her ladyship. Save yourself a world of
pain Mister Priest and tell me about your planned clandestine meeting with the
Princess".

I was now positive that this woman had attacked the Princess. Whilst not a
great fan of Royalty, I had a great deal of respect for the Princess. If she
was lying hurt in her room, I had to alert someone. Vanessa was too slow to
react as I suddenly barged past her and ran to the door. Pausing to push down
the handle and pull the door open, Vanessa threw her body into my back
slamming the door shut. Pinning me against the door, I felt my arms pulled
behind my back and my wrists tied with her top. Spinning me around, I caught
the fierce expression of anger on her face as she pulled me forward by my
shoulders then slammed me against the adjacent wall. "I thought you were more
of a man than that, running away from a beautiful sexy woman" she sneered as
she pushed her legs between mine and pressed her almost nude body against
mine. Her strong thighs pushed between my legs and forced them apart with ease
into a vertical approximation of a grapevine press. I could feel her hard
erect nipples pressing against my chest and her breathing seemed heavy, not
with exertion but with excitement. Her wide pupils confirmed this as she
brought her face close to mine so we were touching noses "Tell me why you are
here? Who do you work for Jim?". Slowly Vanessa began licking me around the
neck and ears then kissed me passionately on the mouth, her tongue slipping
inside in a forced French kiss. Pressed up close she didn't fail to notice my
body's reaction. "Oh you like that don't you?" she purred stroking my groin
hard in a manner which could have brought me off in no time had she continued,
"Well you won't like this".

Stepping back she slammed a hard right then left punch into my gut before
launching a rapid non-stop barrage of punches as if I were a punch bag. Whack
whack whack whack.... although each individual blow wasn't that strong that
initial double whammy left me winded and her fast pummelling made it hard to
regain my breathe. With my stomach burning, I sidestepped to avoid her
punches. "No!" she yelled slamming me back against the wall. Pressing her
marvellous topless torso against me, she pushed her upper thigh between my
legs and against my groin. Leaning in close, she whispered in my ear "Do that
again and after I've busted your gut I'll bust your balls" then gave my ear a
long lingering lick. To emphasise the point she moved away slightly and gently
tapped her knee into my groin twice.

Wham! Wham! whack whack whack... the onslaught resumed, this time her punches
seemed much stronger. I tried to tense my stomach muscles to resist the blows,
which helped a little until..Wham! every now and then she threw in an extra
hard punch to break down my defences as wells as to wind me. Her eyes
sparkled, whack whack whack whack, her pupils were wide with excitement, whack
whack, wham! her nipples were so erect they looked like they could pierce
bricks! whackity whackity wham! the sheen of perspiration emphasised the glow
of her virtually naked body as she worked havoc upon my gut. I could no longer
harden my stomach against her blows. I felt ashamed that I was standing here
letting a sexy woman pummel me. Wham! whack whack whack, her toned muscular
arms worked like pistons repeatedly driving her fists into my gut. whack whack
whack wham. I could no longer stand straight, my middle bending double under
the onslaught; I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to turn away from the
onslaught but she moved with me, her body flushed with her exertions not
letting up in the punishment of my stomach. I tried to turn away again but she
kept with me still punching hard and fast, the veins in her arms like thick
vines pumped up with blood. Wham! whack whack whack I really couldn't take
anymore. Moving quickly before she could block me I stumbled to the centre of
the room out of her reach.

"No!" she shrieked as she stalked towards me "I warned you!". Down on one knee
trying to regain my breath I raised my hands in defeat "Please.." pant, pant
"I ..tell" pant. She looked disappointed; she was clearly enjoying busting my
gut. "I tell.." I repeated trying desperately to calm my breathing. "You
better give me a good reason not to put you out of my misery" she growled.

In between heavy breathing, which made me sound like a some kind of pervert, I
told her how I was passed the telephone number leaving out the embarrassing
bits involving Adriana in case that gave Vanessa any more ideas about beating
me up. "Where have they put the Bolly ?, busting a man's gut makes me so dry"
Vanessa pondered as she wandered away to find a drink "Keep talking, I can
hear you".

D-Day 09:00 BST (GMT+1)

Not knowing whom I was dealing with and maybe the result of watching too many
TV shows where the baddies traced a call to trap the victim whilst they were
still talking, I decided to take a few precautions. Through the dodgy dealings
of Kurt, my Sister In-Law's husband, I had the unauthorised use of a small
local office while the security guard turned a blind eye and watched out for
any unexpected visitors. Carefully I dialled the number that I had been given.

The phone was picked up after a single ring "Who's calling?" a posh sounding
lady answered. "Jim Priest" I answered "and you are?". "No Mister Priest, you
will find that out later tonight when we meet in person. You wouldn't believe
me if I were to tell you right now" the voice was soft and sensual, actually
quite a turn-on. It didn't sound like Lady Helen, the upper class Amazon who
made me suffer using her legs [JIMP#4] and then did the same to my son Bobby
[JIMP#6], but I had my suspicions which I voiced. She laughed, "No, I am not
Helen. In fact I was the one who told her to direct you to Councillor Cole and
the others". A suspicious thought cross my mind "That was just to distract me
from what was going on at the Manor, wasn't it ?". I also remembered several
warnings, including one from Lady Helen to stop my investigation. "I admit
that was true" she answered; "however that has backfired. You were
surprisingly efficient at stirring up the hornet's nest and now there have
been attempts on my life. I need your help". I was surprised "help ?, from the
deadly women I've encountered, you are better protected than anything I could
offer". There was a pause as if the woman was thinking before she continued,
"Let's just say there are different factions at work here. I will explain more
tonight. Things are becoming critical here and I need you to expose the threat
to the world's press just like you did with Davidson". "How do I know this is
not just a trap to silence me?" I asked. With urgency in her voice she spoke
quickly "Please Mister Priest even now Dark Forces will be tracing this call.
You put us both in danger". "I need more than that" I said. "If I wanted to
get rid of you Adriana could have put you in hospital where we could have made
you disappear. Besides why I would fly you to Paris First Class and put you up
in an expensive hotel if I were going to have you killed?" she explained.
"Paris?" I was lost for words. "Quickly now, do you have a pen and paper ready
Jim?" she asked. Fortunately I had prepared to make notes and told her so.
"Good then write this down; BA...". Writing down the string of letters and
numbers, I recognised the first group "That's a British Airways flight".
"Correct. You've a pre-paid early evening flight to Paris today. Open return
although I've only booked one night for you at the hotel" she replied "Oh! and
I've arranged for a new passport for you to collect when you pick up the
ticket. Goodbye Mister Priest. We'll speak again tonight". The phone went
dead. Shivers went down my spine, how could she know that I hadn't renewed my
passport when it expired shortly after being made redundant from my last job?.
What clout did she have to pull strings to have a new password issued for me
without my knowledge? The phone ringing disturbed my thoughts. Picking it up I
heard the voice of the security guard "A black car has just pulled up in the
car park. Two geezers in sharp suits and sunglasses have got out. Don't like
the look of them. If its you they're after, get out the back way now. I'll
delay them".

Whump!, Vanessa's foot disrupted my telling of this morning's event by kicking
me in the gut. She had returned with a bottle of Bollinger in one hand and a
glass in the other. "Absolute tosh!" she said sternly placing the bottle on a
side unit "Do you really expect me to believe that some unknown woman slips
you a phone number which you call and another woman offers you a flight to
Paris. Oh and the bit about the men in black? That's just horse manure". "It's
true" I replied breathlessly "what's more your lot followed me".

Driving down the A1(M) at a steady 60 miles per hour, I spotted the rusty
white Mini in my rear view mirror. Not that it was difficult to spot, thick
black smoke followed in its wake. Sometimes I wished that the Police stopped
polluters like that, there was no way that car was road-worthy. The plumes of
smoke put out by the car were still distant in my rear view mirror as I joined
the M25 westbound. The men in black at the office where I made my call made me
paranoid, was I being tailed ?. Stepping on the gas, I sped up to 70mph
keeping an eye on my mirror. Accerelating, the rustbucket was putting out so
much thick black smoke that I thought the engine would catch fire any second.
Keeping up the top legal motorway speed for as long as I could, I noticed the
Mini dropping further behind as it failed to keep up. Soon I was forced to
slow down to 60 then 40 then 50 then 40 and so on, as I hit the 'mandatory
speed controlled' section of the London orbital (kerching! money making scheme
to catch out honest drivers with random speed limit changes between different
gantries laden with 'safety cameras' - speed cameras to you and me). I could
see a white dot in the rear distance highlighted against black plumes, with so
many cameras on this part of the M25, I was sure the car would be pulled over
any time soon.

Unfortunately as I pulled off and headed down the Eastbound M4 towards
Heathrow, my tail was still behind, closer than I would have thought possible
unless the driver had ignored the speed limit changes. My paranoia was
confirmed as my tail followed me as I drove past the exit for Terminals 1 to
3. Leaving the M4 at junction 3, I headed South down The Parkway, Cranford
Park on my right. I was back on my old stomping ground, I was raised here,
learnt to drive here and passed my test here. This is where my local street
knowledge would shake off the annoying pile of junk following me. Continuing
straight over both the Bath Road and the Great South West Road, I'd hoped my
tail would turn right following the most obvious routes into Heathrow. However
a tail of smoke several cars behind told me, I had not lost it. Driving as
legally fast as I could, I swung into Fagg's Road then took a right into
Staines Road at the next junction. My pursuer got stuck at the lights enabling
me to put a good distance between us. Taking a left into Bedfont Road I turned
off as soon as I could into the back streets of Feltham and navigated a route
I was certain no-one could follow. Arriving at my sister's house, I was lucky
to find a parking space on the crowded street. My original plan had been to
leave the car at Diana's to afford the pricey Airport charges and take a bus
to the Airport. However, my Brother In-Law Mike was about to begin a late
shift at the Airport and insisted on giving me a lift. As we approached the
perimeter road, I was dismayed to spot a familar cloud of smoke from a few
cars behind. Saying my farewells, I jumped out of the car and headed straight
to the check-in desk. By the time my pursuer had parked their car, I was
planning to be airside in the first class lounge.

"Well it wasn't us. The boys lost you at that off.." Vanessa replied suddenly
stopping herself as she realised she had said too much.

"You know it's the truth because here I am waiting to see the Princess" I
replied. Smack! Vanessa slapped me hard across the face "Don't you back chat
me you common piece of filth". "You mean to tell me that you honestly know
nothing and that she was going to explain all tonight?" she asked. I nodded.
"Then I've no reason to keep you alive have I?" she sneered. Vanessa moved to
grab the front of my shirt, meaning to haul me to my feet. "British
Intelligence" I rushed out. "What?" Vanessa released my shirt and glared at
me. I had to distract her, all the time I had been speaking I had been using
my fingers behind my back to work away at the crude knot Vanessa had put in
her top. "And French Secret Service" A bit a longer was all I needed.

I explained how a senior member of Army Intelligence met me at Charles De
Gaulle. Actually it was General Philip Warpinton who claimed to be a close
personal friend of the Princess but I pretended not to remember the name. He
was a typical high ranking military type, tall medium built immaculately
presented in full uniform festooned with ribbons, short smartly trimmed
greying hair with matching moustache. For some reason I instantly liked the
man, he seemed open warm and friendly, at first chatting amiably which put me
at my ease. As we faced each other in the back of the chauffeur driven
limousine as it sped into the centre of Paris, he expressed surprise that the
Princess had arranged to meet me. He might have been surprised but I was in
shock when he told me who I was actually meeting!. The General confirmed that
there had been attempts on the Princess's life including tampering with the
brakes of her car. "Don't trust anyone Jim" he confided, "something big is
going on and I don't like it. French secret services are swarming over Paris
like flies and I can't find out why. I have a nasty feeling some of our people
may be involved". Leaning forward to straighten my tie, he slipped his
business card into my shirt pocket "The chauffeur is French Secret Service" he
whispered, "he thinks I doesn't know". Arriving at the impressively elegant
Hotel Ritz I found myself with keys thrust in my hand and shown to the most
expensive hotel room I had ever found myself in where I could freshen up
before my meeting. Shortly before midnight I was escorted to the even more
extravagant suite I now found myself in.

"And now you're on your own" Vanessa said "with me". A nasty wide smile
appeared on her face. She leaned forward, her hands reaching for my shirt.
Before she could grab hold, I sprung up into her body tackling her to the
plush carpet with my now freed hands. Quickly lying on top of her using my
body weight to pin her, I grabbed Vanessa's hands and forced them to the floor
either side of her head. My feet tried to find her legs to get her into a
grapevine but found themselves tangled. I was consciously aware of lying on
top of a sexy virtually nude woman and found the situation exciting. At first
she struggled like a wild animal but I held on with grim determination.
Finally she relaxed beneath me, panting with an almost sexual excitement, a
look of wild ferocity in her eyes. "Who do you work for?" I asked, "what's
happened to the Princess?". "Take me Mister Tough Guy. Take me hard" she said
in a breathy voice "you know you want to. I can feel your erection pressing
against me. You want me bad". "Tell me who you work for" I repeated trying to
remain focussed. "Only thing is, you'll have to take my knickers off to take
me and then I'll have you" she smirked "You've no chance against a member of
the elite death squad".

Suddenly Vanessa achieved what I was unable to do and her feet locked around
the inside of my shins and pulled my legs wide apart. She had me in a
grapevine press yet she was underneath me!. I tried to resist but her legs had
pulled mine too far apart. With a grin on her face she raised her forearms
forcing my hands slowly back as I tried in vain to keep her pinned. She was a
lot stronger than I realised. "Ooh! you poor commoner. Is a nude upper class
girl whipping your sorry arse?" she taunted as she pushed my hands further
away from the floor. Despite the pain in my outspread legs, I tried to raise
my torso to put more of my weight behind my arms only to reach stalemate.
"You'll soon tire doing that whilst I'm young, strong and rich" she sneered.
She was right; I was flagging, thinking hard of how to get myself out of this.
Flopping back down on top of her, I kissed her passionately on the mouth,
following her as she shook her head trying to stop me. Vanessa started bucking
her body to dislodge me. That was the cue I'd been waiting for because she had
to release my legs to do that. Pushing myself away from Vanessa, I quickly
rolled off and got to my feet narrowly missing a wild kick from the wild woman
aimed at my head.

"You'll pay for that!" she shouted as she unsteadily got to her feet. I rushed
her slamming her back into the wall behind. Grabbing her hands, I pulled them
above her head and barred them with one arm against the wall. I started
hammering punches of my own into her toned vascular midriff. I don't like
hitting women, but this one was trouble and I needed information. "Who do you
work for?" I repeated as began pounding her gut with all my strength.
Unfortunately my fists seemed to make little impact on her rock hard stomach
no matter hard I tried. In fact my hand was starting to hurt. It was like
punching a brick wall. Vanessa laughed "Is that the best you can do?. Here let
me show you". With that she pushed my arm away grabbed me and flung me against
the wall in the same position I had just had her. Whump Whump Whump her right
fist had no problems embedding itself deep in my stomach. Her pumped up
slender muscular right arm punched so hard that I was in tears with the pain
and the inability to breathe. Releasing my hands, she ripped my shirt apart,
buttons flying everywhere. "Ooh! What a pretty shade of pink Jim" she
exclaimed. Whump! helpless to do anything to stop her, Vanessa's small but
thick bicep slammed her fist really deep in my middle and did not remove it.
Leaning against me she pressed against her fist preventing me from drawing
breath. Feeling faint I grabbed her wrist, frantically trying to remove it
from my body but the grinning topless beauty was too strong and I was too weak
from the onslaught against my gut. "You messed with the wrong people Jim" she
sneered, "your silly investigation annoyed too many people in power to let you
live". Deprived of oxygen and weakening fast I began to fail my arms and legs
around. A lucky kick caught Vanessa's shin. "Ow!" she cried stepping back to
massage her shin.

I was in too bad a shape bent double in pain trying to breathe to take
advantage. Mistake! Vanessa flung her arm around my head in an underarm
headlock and repeatedly rammed her knee into my gut. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!.
She kneed me so hard that she was lifting my feet from the floor with each
devastating blow.

The onslaught stopped and I was flung to the floor with such an unbearable
pain in my stomach that I'd feared she'd inflicted some serious internal
damage. I was barely aware of Vanessa grabbing my head and forcing it back
onto the seat of a chair that she had moved behind me. The next thing I knew,
the gut buster (did I tell you she was almost naked?) climbed onto the chair
and pushed her crotch into my face. The smell of exertion and sexual
excitement flooded my nostrils as the back of my head was pinned to the seat
as she sat on my face resting her arms on the back of the chair with her legs
folded, shins resting upon my shoulders. "Ohh! oh! umm yes! mmmm!" Vanessa
moaned in pleasure as she brutally rubbed her crotch against my face. I raised
my hands only to feel her naked tight buttocks sliding back and forth rapidly
on my face. She was pressing her crotch down so hard and going berserk against
my nose and mouth, I was finding it hard to breath. "mmmm ohhhhh" she was like
a wild woman raping my face in a frenzy as she celebrated her victory over me
once more demonstrating her superiority over my battered and bruised body. I
was beaten and knew it, there was nothing I could do but endure the rough
treatment this moaning Amazon took on my face. "ohhhhhhhh" finally she came -
rubbing herself long and hard in deep slow slides all over my face. Sated in
her lust she sat motionless panting hard as I tried to breathe shallowly what
little air I could.

Finally she slid down my body to sit in my lap giving me a long hard French
kiss. "Oh that was good Lover" she purred, "I see you want one too". It was
then that I realised how hard I had become in response to her display of
sexual dominance. "Shame I haven't got time for another one Lover" she
continued "But I've got to go now". Locking me in another headlock, she forced
me forwards onto my front. Placing her knee in my back she wrapped one arm
across my neck and around my chin whilst locking it place with her other arm
raised vertically up the side of my head. "This is a sleeper hold" she
explained "I compress your carotid arteries cutting the blood flow to your
brain and within a matter of seconds you will become unconscious". Speaking
softly in my ear she continued "and I keep on doing this causing irreparable
brain damage, suffocation then death. Night Night Lover. See you in the next
life". With that she pulled my head right back in her hold whilst pressing
against the small of my back with her knee. In vain, I pulled at her arms but
was unable to budge them in their deadly embrace. I could feel the swell of
her small hard bicep dig into my throat restricting my airways chocking me.
Frantically I pawed at her arms to no avail, I felt dizzy and weak, my heart
pounding loud and fast in my ears. It felt as though I were distanced from my
own body that I was just an observer through someone else's eyes. I began to
feel very warm and sweaty, a sick nauseous taste in my mouth. My ears rang
whilst all other noise faded out and I started to slip away.

"RELEASE HIM" A strong commanding female voice cut through my awareness. I
felt Vanessa's strong arms unfold from my neck, her weight lift from my back,
my head falling to the floor. Through my daze I could hear Vanessa's voice,
"You're not one of them, nngghh", the sound of blows against a human body, a
body hitting the thick carpet. Another voice spoke; it sounded a bit like the
first woman "Take her to the van for questioning. We must find out what
they've done with D. Hurry!". Footsteps heading towards me. Trying to focus
through the fug, I willed myself to turn my body to look at the newcomer, but
for some reason it wasn't obeying. "Keep still" a woman's voice soft sounding
concerned. A pair of hands turned me onto my back. I felt warm and profoundly
tired but I tried to force my eyes open and to try to focus. I got the
impression of a Nun, long blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty face but these were
glimpses caught in waves. Fingers rested on my neck and the face spoke "Good,
you're alive. That means I can kill you myself". The fingers grabbed a nerve
and my vision blurred; everything was going grey "You are mine to kill. It's
my right. No, not now Jim. I want you to suffer long and hard for what your
family did to mine and for what you did to me. By the time I've finished with
you, you will be begging for me to put you out of your misery and I'll be only
too happy to oblige". Fingers tightened and I passed out into painless
oblivion.

D-Day+1 08:25 BST (GMT+1)

I awoke to find myself lying on a strange bed, fully clothed in an unfamiliar
room. Looking around my confusion cleared, this was my hotel room - the
Princess!. Throwing back the sheets I leapt out of bed and rushed to door.
Catching the lift to the hotel lobby to alert reception. General Warpinton
spotted me as the doors opened. "What the hell happened to you?" he said as he
walked across to me. I looked down; my shirt was open revealing a bruised
abdomen "The Princess.." I said. "Not here. As far as I know, you were the
last person to see her alive" he said as he led me by the arm towards the
restaurant off the main lobby. As we walked, I spotted a large TV screen, the
volume muted. I just stopped and stared at the scenes of carnage displayed.
"Terrible lost. A car accident, or say the French authorities" the General
told me. "No, I didn't get to meet her. There was this woman" I started to
say. "Shh! not here" the officer interrupted "we'll find a quiet spot and you
can tell me all about it".

"There are powers at work in this country about which we have no knowledge."

Queen Elizabeth II, 1997