JIMP#15: The Militant Wing of The Salvation Army
By Jimp
A bad man is brought to task by the deadly legs and hands of the women of The Salvation Army.


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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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I opened the door to greet two women in Salvation Army uniforms. One was an
attractive slim woman, in her early thirties, standing around 5'9". She wore a
smart black jacket bearing a silver S high on each lapel, buttoned up over a
crisp white blouse buttoned to the neck with a metal brooch depicting a wreath
surrounding a shield with the Army's name on top of a vertical sword. A black
skirt fell to above the knees revealing long shins clad in black nylon with
heeled black shoes. "I'm Captain Alice, it's a pleasure to meet you" she spoke
with a sophisticated warm voice as she extended her hand in greeting. Her
clear grey eyes were lined with black mascara; her nose wide and long, an
engaging smile on a thin-lipped mouth subtly glossed with lipstick. High
cheekbones and a small firm chin added to a compact almost impish appearance.
Short shoulder length golden hair fell from a soft black hat, emblazoned with
the army's red shield, swept high off her forehead and stylishly sweeping over
her ears.

"Major Anne. You were highly recommended by your mother in-law. She's a
captain, you no doubt know" Her companion gripped my hand firmly. "Yes, I
recall her mentioning that" I replied. Similarly dressed, her voice was strong
and firm. Barely over 5', Anne was in her 60's, slender with red hair cut so
severely that it was almost masculine. "Your sister in-law is also a cadet"
she informed me. "I wasn't aware of that" I admitted. Her face was small
almost elfin with mischievous blue-green eyes, slim eyebrows, a small slender
nose, long ears and a small mouth with a touch of lipstick. As she smiled she
looked cheeky and pretty, but then her mouth became tight lipped that made her
severe. Small metal-framed oval glasses enhanced the impression of a strict
but slightly sexy Victorian schoolmistress.

Directing the women to my office on the first floor above The Golden Lotus, I
gave in to my base instincts to watch two women in uniform climbed the stairs
in front of me. A woman in a smart paramilitary uniform is exciting; a sense
of commanding strength yet feminine in the way that her jacket hugs the curvy
contours of her body and a skirt that shows off her shins and calves,
especially in sheer black nylons. Although Anne's short shins seemed shapeless
from the front, I was pleasantly surprised with the view of well shaped calves
with a nice swelling of firm muscle as she climbed. But it was Alice who I
couldn't stop gawping at, her slim ankles tapered to a shapely swell of solid
calve muscle flexing as she climbed. My paranoia was shouting posh woman +
strong legs = pain for Jim.

Reaching my office, Anne commented with a wink and knowing grin, "You have a
lovely view don't you Mister Priest?". "Please call me Jim". I went over to
the drink making area - okay it's a kettle! "Why don't you ladies make
yourselves comfortable while I make us a drink" I asked. Taking their orders,
I watched as both women unbuttoned their jackets and sat by my desk. Alice's
skirt rose high upon her thighs as she brought one leg upon the other and
wrapped it around in that strange but alluring manner of long legged women. By
contrast Anne sat demurely with both feet on the ground, knees together.
Returning with the drinks, I sat opposite trying my best to ignore the vast
amount of leg on show.

"So how I can help The Salvation Army?" I asked. "The Militant Wing" Alice
corrected indicating the sword on her broach. "I'm sorry I've never of that" I
replied. Alice continued "When The Salvation Army was established in the 19th
Century, it was not uncommon for physical attacks on our halls and members by
certain sections of the community, pub landlords, pimps, rival Christian
groups and so on. The Militant Wing was set up by suffragettes to provide a
more physical approach in our fight in the name of The Lord".

"The Army is committed to fighting human trafficking. Slavery is very active
in the UK. It indulges some people's sexual fantasies and inflates the egos of
others" Alice told me "Did you know women can be sold for anywhere between
£500 to £8000? It's big business, Jim, worth at least £64 billion worldwide".
Anne spoke up "In all of the fuss over John Davidson [JIMP#11] the media lost
sight of the fact that he was importing slaves as well as drugs". "You were at
Davidson's airfield. You mean to tell me that you didn't snoop around his
office?" Anne's tone of voice implied criticism. "I was busy trying to stop
people shooting the Police" I replied. "You're not a very good private eye are
you?" Anne bit back scathingly. Ignoring her colleagues' outburst, Alice
continued, "We want you to help us track down the distributors and from them
their other suppliers. Then we can shut down this inhuman trade".

"The last time one of your lot asked for me help she ended up getting
assassinated and I got beat up" I snapped. Picking a menu off my desk, Anne
asked, "Alice dear would you mind awfully getting us some nice Chinese food to
eat from downstairs? I'm sure Jim won't mind" she winked at me. Making our
selections, I stood up to watch Alice make her way below.

"She really doesn't know what you're talking about" I turned around and was
shocked to see Anne with her blouse unbuttoned revealing a thin black lace
bra. "I wanted to show you something Jim" she said cheekily. Although the
petite woman had a slender body, her breasts were relatively large and were
pushed into two hemispherical mounds and an inviting cleavage. "They're um
magnificent" I fumbled for the right words. "They should be. They cost my late
husband enough money. Not bad for a 68 year old eh?" Anne responded, "Do I
scare you Jim?" "Well you're sort of terrifying, but in a sexy way," I
admitted. Anne grabbed my hands and used them to kneed her chest which moved
in exciting ways under my fingers. "Don't be scared. Tell me if they feel like
the real thing?" "They do, they feel great" I admitted. Still guiding my hands
she rubbed her nipples, which quickly hardened and jutted out from the thin
fabric. "Come on Jim. Make an old woman very happy. I can satisfy you in bed
better than any 18 year old" she stated as a matter of fact. "Please, Alice
will be back any minute" I pleaded. Removing one hand, she firmly brushed the
front of my trousers up and down several times. "Maybe she'd make a threesome"
she teased "You're enjoying this I can tell or are you frightened that I'm
more than you can possibly handle in the bedroom?" she taunted. "Maybe later
then" she said with a wink. "Anyway this is what I actually wanted to show
you". Releasing my other hand the lusty woman withdrew a necklace from her
cleavage.

A silver buxom multi-limbed Goddess surrounded by a circle of flames dangled
from Anne's hands. I realised my mistake, Anne was the danger not Alice.
"Don't you want a closer look?" Anne asked. "No thank you, Sir Humphrey has
one about so big" I held my palms apart by about 2 foot "he says it's an early
variant of the Hindu goddess Durga". "Anahita" Anne replied then stopped
looking like she had just said something she shouldn't have. "Does Alice have
one too?" I asked. "No. The Sisterhood uses a light touch to direct
organisations such as The Militant Wing. They don't always need to know" Anne
admitted. "So why should I help them?" I asked.

Just then I heard the front door open and footsteps upon the stairs. Quickly
buttoning her blouse, Anne spoke quietly pleading, "Jim please believe me that
I am asking for your help as a Salvationist nothing more. The Sisterhood is in
turmoil after Paris. We don't all agree with what was done there". "The elite
death squad killed her" I said. "Who pulls the strings, Jim? Who pulls the
strings?" Annie whispered. I looked into her eyes for a long moment for any
hint of deception but detected none.

As Anne helped Alice arrange the food on my table, I made up my mind.
Searching through my filing cabinet, I withdrew a document wallet. "I believe
I can help you. At the airfield two able young women helped me. One of them
was a security guard". I paused to looked at my notes "She mentioned visits by
a white van signing in as Crook of Ugley". "Very funny Jim" Anne said. "No,
I'm serious. The van always turned up when flights were due and the loaders
never went near it. It's a lead worth following".

------Guy Crook's Story------------

I smirked as I drove my top of the range black Mercedes S-Class at 60 mph down
Bury Hill ignoring the 30 signs. Speed limits are for losers not for
executives like me. Pulling into the opposite side of the road to pass parked
cars with my headlights on full beam, the loser in the oncoming red Escort had
to brake hard to let me pass. I smirked again, I'm executive, he's not. The
sooner I got to the nearest big town, the sooner I can get a BJ or more. Town
girls would do anything for a good-looking exec like me and the car was a babe
magnet.

As I slowed to take the T-junction, I noticed a young blonde in a smart
Salvation Army uniform in my headlights, long black nylons reflecting the
beam. She seemed good looking, in her early 20s about 5'10" with a slim body
and long long legs. The uniform looked sexy with a short skirt, nylons and
high heels. Of course she noticed me, everyone notices me I smirked. She
smiled, her head titled coyly. I smiled back and she smiled wider parting her
red lips and running her tongue around the inside. She was desperate for it!.
Pulling out quickly in front of some loser, I turned right, ignoring the
squeal of brakes as I drove quickly to the small market square just around the
corner and parked.

Smirking at the local morons admiring my expensive designer clothes, I walked
back to the junction where she was still waiting dimly lit by the
streetlights. Pulling my stomach in, I pulled myself to my full 6'5" to
impress her. "You're the bloke from that flash car ain'tcha?". It was a
pleasant voice with a local accent and a hint of Mockney (faux Cockney)
identifying her from the Council estates. "Yeah that's my car. I'm Guy and I'm
an executive" I smirked impressing the girl. "Why don't we go for a spin in
it?. It's much warmer than out here". "Sorry I don't take rides with
strangers. What sort of girl do you think I am?" she laughed softly. Still
smiling she added seductively "There's a den in the hall" nodding to a low
long building hidden in the dark behind her "we'll be much more comfortable in
there". Placing a small soft hand in my palm she guided me to the hall. "What
business are you in?" she asked opening a door off from a small entranceway.
"I supply workers for the construction industry and agriculture" I replied
looking around a small but cosy room. It was warmly lit with an old sofa on
one side, an old desk with a phone and a cheap music system opposite and an
overflowing bookcase along the back. "You mean slaves ?" Julie asked
unbuttoning her jacket and removing her hat. "What?" I snapped. My anger
drained as Julie flopped into the sofa, her skirt hitching up to expose legs
all the way to her crotch and the small white panties beneath her tights.
Smirking at the thought of getting my hands on those legs, I removed my coat
and threw it on the desk then sat down next to her. In the subdued lighting, I
got my first good look at Julie. Bleached blonde hair so pale that it was
almost white tumbled in artificial waves to her shoulders, her dark roots and
dark eyebrows telling the lie. Her face was quite attractive, long though a
bit square with a slender nose and a dimpled chin. I didn't like the chalky
layer of foundation on top of which she wore thick blusher, eyeliner and
lipstick. Twisting to face her, I leaned across and ran my hand up and down
from her ankles to the top of her thighs enjoying the feel of the thin denier
and her long shapely legs. "You are really very attractive" I told her "you
could be a top model. I know a bloke who runs a top agency in London". They
all fell for that one. "I tried that once. It was a rip off" she replied. I
noticed she had quite a crowded looking mouth with prominent incisors.

"Your legs are sensational" I said as I felt her long shapely calves. "You'd
be a great leg model" rubbing her long thighs "I can make you rich". "Really
?" she smiled. Aching for her, I ran my hand to the top of her thigh and
around to the gusset. "Oi! What's your game? What sort of girl do you think I
am?" she scolded knocking my hand away. "I know exactly the sort of girl you
are" I moaned lustfully "you're the lucky girl who's going to get my big
executive dick inside her". I leaned forward to kiss her but was blocked by
Julie's arm across my throat. With her hand on my shoulder she levered my head
back painfully. "Uggh you repulsive slimy fat toad" she exclaimed.

Brushing her hand from my shoulder, I slapped her hard across the face raising
a small cloud of foundation and leaving a red handprint on her cheek. Grabbing
her by the throat with my large hand I squeezed hard. "Grrrkkk" she croaked. I
raised my large right fist in front of her face. "Try that again and this goes
right in your face. Do you hear? right in your face" I growled. Her face was
turning red, her eyes wide with fear. "Do you understand?" I asked. She tried
to nod her head. I released her to unzip my trousers and fish out my hard
executive manhood. "I bet you'd like to suck on this" Grabbing her by the
hair, I yanked her head back forcing her to open her mouth, but a look at all
those sharp teeth put me off. She might bite and give me rabies. "I'm
executive, you're not. You will do what I tell you. Get used to it" I
backhanded her snapping her face from one side to the other causing a small
trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. She looked dazed. Grabbing both
of her hands I forced them against the back of the sofa as I straddled her and
took her in a passionate kiss. She squirmed beneath me but I was too much for
her to handle. I kissed her hard, my passion rising. Sitting back on her lap I
tried to unbutton her blouse but the bitch's hands got in the way. Julie
managed to get hold of my little finger and bent it back hard forcing me away
from her body. "Owww" I cried with the pain. Her other hand flashed out
karate-style to chop the side of my neck "Hai!". "Oww" that really hurt and
for an instant I felt dizzy.

"Wham!" a palm exploded in my face smashing my nose in a spray of blood
whipping my head back making me see stars. Her palm shot out again hard
against my chest shoving me onto the floor. I sat there slowly shaking my
dazed head trying to stop the nosebleed before I noticed the cow was rising
from the sofa. "I'm going to mess your face up bad" I shouted. I reached out,
grabbed her ankles and pulled. With her feet literally pulled out beneath her,
Julie fell to her back on the seat of the sofa. Still holding her ankles I got
to my feet and raised her legs in the air in a wide V. Looking down between
her long flailing legs to her crotch and the thong she wore made me forget
about punching her "You need to learn your position in life" I told her "and
for a start that will be under me with my cock inside you". "Get off you big
brute" she shouted, cycling her legs trying to break my grip. It was like
trying to hold on to a leggy whirlwind. She managed to free one leg and
started kicking me, her long leg clubbing me on the top of my arm and chest.
Wearing shoes, her kicks really stung. I tried to grab the flailing limb but
she kept it out of my reach. I leant forward between her legs ignoring the
kicks on my arm and swung a really forceful slap so hard that it stung my
palm. "Oww" she cried pitifully cradling her glowing cheek. I saw anger flare
in her steely eyes and a savage grin on her lips. She bent her leg in front of
her body and I started to back away but I was too late. A heeled foot hammered
my stomach. "Arrhhh" a burning pain exploded in my gut as I was kicked away,
falling to my knees on the carpet badly winded.

"I'll huhuh fix you huhuh for that" I panted looking down at the carpet trying
to get air back in my lungs. I saw Julie stand up, looking down at me laughing
at my predicament "Not such a tough guy now are you?. You with your smarmy fat
face, squinty little eyes and small glasses and slicked back hair". She put on
a gruff deep voice "I'm gonna to smash my foot right in your face, do you
hear?, right in your face".

I looked up a towering nylon column to see a shoe raised menacingly over my
face. Despite the pain and shortness of breath, I rolled out of the way just
as a foot stomped the ground where my head had been. Scrabbling to my feet,
trying not to bend with the ache in my gut, I panted "I'm bigger and huh
stronger than you. I'm going to huh mash you then take you huh anyway I want".
Stepping quickly towards her, I grabbed an arm with each hand. Julie swiftly
brought her left leg up between our bodies, bent with her thigh against her
chest then stomped me again in the gut. "orrrphhh" I hadn't fully recovered
from the last blow but before I could bend in agony the same foot slammed into
my face without being lowering. For agonizing seconds she stood with her leg
raised between our bodies pushing her foot hard into my face while pulling my
arms. She mashed my bust nose in agonising waves of pain, the taste of blood
in my mouth. With a final shove against my face she pushed me away to fall to
the floor on my back. I rolled around in agony unable to breathe, my gut
burning and blood pouring down my face.

"Ummph" Julie landed on my chest with a thump, the sudden weight on my chest
expelling precious breath. I could only look in winded helplessness at the
shapely backside in front of my face and her legs either side of my head. She
pulled her skirt onto her back giving me an unrestricted view of her backside
as it slid towards me to press against my chin. If it weren't for the
nosebleed, the ache in my face and my aching gut, I would have enjoyed the
view. "Owww" she yanked my head up by my hair and slid her legs around my
neck. I felt her cross her ankles behind me locking my head at an
uncomfortable angle then raise herself on her hands. "Arrhh" I was shocked at
the tight grip this young woman had. It felt like she was trying to prise my
head off. I'm a big man with a strong neck but I had to grit my teeth and
close my eyes against the pressure being inflicted. Grabbing the legs at the
side of my head I was surprised to find hard thighs and rock solid hamstrings.
"I used to wrestle my older brother Kurt a lot when I was younger" I heard her
say "I always made him cry like a baby begging for mercy between my legs".

"Ahhh" twin columns of strong feminine flesh squeezed my neck relentlessly
beyond comfort. It felt like I was trapped in a nylon covered vice. I tried to
dig my fingers into her legs and slap them but although I managed to ladder
the nylons her thighs remained firm. My face felt as if it were burning, my
jaw was in agony, my ears were being compressed painfully against the side of
my head. "owwww" My head began to swim as those hot sexy legs tortured my
neck. I grabbed at her small clenched buttocks but instead of feeling soft
feminine arse I was stunned to feel a hard rocky landscape beneath my hand.
Her tensed glutes felt like a ridged outcrop. I felt her warm breath on my
exposed dick. Was she going to give me a blowjob ?, I went hard at the
thought. Then I felt her teeth against the knob. "AAAAAH!" I screamed "No no
please". In desperation I smacked her backside as hard as I could. "Ow you
sod!, you'll pay for that". I felt her bend her legs forcing a calve behind my
head pushing my jaw deeper into the V of her legs and raising my head into a
more painful angle then locking it behind her other calve which she then
pulled with one hand. "Ahhh!" it was like a steel band had been wrapped around
my lower head and was being tightened to break my jaw and cheekbones. My teeth
throbbed as my jaw was brutally compressed. My neck was in severe agony, my
ears burned and her body weight constricted my breathing. Thump Thump Thump
she was lifting my trapped head in her leggy prison and slamming it back down
in a rocking motion. Each jolt, as she banged her legs against the ground,
sent waves of pain through my skull and black and red flashes across my vision
"no no please". I could hear her laughing.

With my eyes clenched shut against the pressure, I reached out blindly and
felt the small of her back beneath my right hand. Balling up a fist I raised
it and brought it down sharp. "Oww" I heard a muffled cry of pain and her trap
broke. I rolled quickly to my left and threw Julie's lighter body off. I
landed on her legs and tried to pin them as I turned round but the fake blonde
kicked her way loose in a flail of legs that battered me around the head. This
young woman was all legs and she was clubbing me with them. I moved forward
hoping I was too close for her to get a good kick. "I'm going to smash your
face then take you" I growled reaching towards her neck but I kept getting
entangled in her long legs. She was like some leggy octopus, long limbs
everywhere stopping me from grabbing her.

Her lower body kept lifting up with legs snaking out from her crotch towards
me like some sea monster trying to snare its prey. I batted them away but her
legs kept snaking out to entrap me. Suddenly a nylon clad thigh pressed
against my face torturing my bust nose. I felt a calve hook itself around the
side of my head. I tried to push off her thigh but she slid it down my face
until the side of my neck was in the crook of her leg. Her other leg hammered
against the other side of my neck trapping my arm between her legs. I felt her
cross her legs behind me then she caught my wrist with one hand and held my
hand with the other and pulled my trapped arm straight while stretching out
her legs. "Aggg" it was like being on a rack. I no choice but to lean forward
to relieve the pressure. This forced Julie to lower her backside to the floor.
As she did she pulled me forward by my arm. I felt my upper arm against her
crotch but I was in no position to enjoy it. My neck had a strong thigh across
it and a calve hooked around the back. With my arm held straight across her
body she kept me prisoner in a tight figure 4. She laughed at me "Oooh you're
face is turning ever so red". My already abused neck was in agony and I was
feeling like passing out as her legs strangled me. My left hand explored the
long unyielding thigh my throat and the hard buttock below. In desperation I
slapped her buttock hard again and again "ow ow stop it".

Julie unwrapped the leg that had been chocking me and lowered it by my side.
Before I could pull away the bitch twisted my wrist and yanked my arm hard to
my left forcing my head over the leg she just lowered. I tried to pull back
again but felt the weight of her other leg press down on the back of my neck.
I found myself with my throat across the top of her thigh and another leg
wrapped around the back of my neck pushing down. Pressing down hard, her
slender but solid top of her thigh dug into my throat cutting off my air. No I
won't be beaten by a common bitch!. My left hand was still free and I grabbed
the leg pushing down my neck. Sliding my hand down I found her calve locked
under other leg. I gripped it low down then pulled trying to break the hold,
but they held tight. Again and again I pulled and eventually unlocked her
calve. Sliding my hand to her ankle, I gripped tight and pulled. Her thigh
moved a bit but she fought me all the way trying to re-secure the choke.
Yanking more furious her thighs chomped my throat as I fought to pull her leg
off and she kept pushing it back. At last I managed to pull her leg away long
enough to push back with my head and extradite it. Julie started kicking my
head "let go of my leg you pig". "Stop kicking or I'll break your foot bitch"
I snarled, getting to my feet I used both hands to pull her ankle high forcing
the bottle blonde onto her back at my feet. "Great thong, cockteaser" I leered
at the exposed crotch below me "I'll soon have that off after I've broken
this". Holding onto her tiny ankle with one hand, I grabbed her foot with my
other and start to twist. "Oww" she cried. "AGGGGGGHH!" I cried louder. The
bitch on her back had driven a foot straight up into my groin mashing my nuts
in a torrent of pain.

With tears in my eyes I released my tormentor's foot to cradle my aching nuts,
moving back painfully to keep out of the reach of any more low kicks. I
watched Julie stand and lift a leg to massage her ankle "you bastard you
nearly broke it. Well I hope I broke your balls". Cradling the throbbing pain
in my nuts, I noticed there was blood all over my expensive designer shirt,
how was I going to explain that to Prunella ?, I'll tell her someone tried to
mug me but I beat them off. "You owe me a new shirt bitch" I sneered through
gritted teeth speaking through the pain. "I'm going to kick you in the cunt
and see how you like it". "That's very fouled mouthed for an executive" she
replied "Anyway you owe those poor people a life". She knew! but how ? The
ache in my balls was the final straw, I had to silence her quickly and get out
of here.

"You shouldn't have messed with the big boys little girl" I sneered as I
approached her, wary of any more low kicks. In the blink of an eye I caught a
movement of her skirt and my hands moved to protect my balls just as a foot
lashed up catching me square under the chin. My head snapped back hard then I
fell to the floor, my head spinning. "Men like you just can't handle my legs"
I heard her tease. I felt dizzy, my jaw ached, I tried to get to my feet but
my legs gave way beneath me and I fell to my knees.

I heard her laugh "such a big boy can't handle a little girl eh?". Still in a
daze I noticed something long, black and shiny close in on either side of my
head then clamp tight, something digging into my neck from either side. My
hands instantly sought out the source of the pain to discover a pair of legs.
Julie!, shaking the fog from my brain, I found myself looking out the back of
Julie's legs with her calves below me and her knees digging into neck. I
grabbed her calves trying to pull them apart but they wouldn't budge. Julie
raised herself on her toes and squeezed harder. I saw the muscles in her
calves swell and felt how firm they were. I felt nauseous and light headed. I
could hear her laughing overhead. The bitch, I'll fix her. Grabbing her ankles
I tried to throw her off by getting to my feet. Instead Julie's torso flopped
down my back her strong legs not letting go. They leveraged my head back as
they swung towards the ceiling, her toned calves bashing me in the face. I saw
them quickly lock together in front of my face as she clung onto my neck. Her
entire weight hung from my neck, I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed to my
knees, Julie still scissoring tight. It felt as if I was distanced from my
body. I was going to faint....

I came round with a strangling sensation in my throat. As my senses awoke, I
raised my hands to discover a knee in front of my throat and a feminine leg
wrapped tight. "Grrk" the crook of her leg was crushing my larynx, to my left
was a slender hard thigh in nylons to my right a shapely calve with another
leg wrapped around its lower part. "..." I couldn't breathe, I couldn't
swallow, and I couldn't make a noise I was being garrotted by someone sitting
behind me. It was then I realised that I was sitting on the floor with my back
against a sofa. I tried to prise the legs away but they were locked firm, the
leggy garrotte tightening in response to my efforts. "Julie dear, we can't
talk to him if you're killing him" a sharp commanding voice said. "Don't care"
replied a familiar voice behind me. My eyes filling with tears, I followed the
other voice and saw a short mature looking red head in a Salvation Army
uniform. "How dare you attack one of my young ladies" another voice, a tall
good looking blonde in a black mini skirt, great legs and a low top white
blouse that showed off a nice rack "luckily she can defend herself against
slime like you. You've done well Julie". "Yes, you've softened him up nicely
for us Dear" the red-head put in. "" I tried to swallow but couldn't, I opened
my mouth but not a scrap of air entered my throat. This hold was tighter than
anything she had tried so far and I feared for my life. I really couldn't
breathe, the scissors were that tight. I was going to die, oh god, I'm too
important to die, and I'm an executive. My head swam, I saw black spots my
vision blurred. I tried to slip my hand between the knee to relieve the
terrible stranglehold but there wasn't a gap. As I desperately sought a crack,
Julie's legs seemed to wrap themselves tighter, I could swear my neck was
about to collapse. I was going to die, I need to breathe! She's going to kill
me. I seemed to hear a voice from far away. "Julie dear he's turning a rather
unhealthy colour" a stern voice said. "Don't care". I felt detached from my
body, my heartbeat loud in my ears as everything else tuned out. "He can't
sign his confession if he's dead dear" the stern voice sounded far away, my
vision faded. "Don't care. I want him to suffer for what he did to me" a faint
voice, who was that?, it sounded familiar. A spiralling black tunnel engulfed
me.

My senses flooded back, I was alive !, of course I was, I'm executive, I'm
privileged. Urrgh there's something restraining my chest preventing from
breathing fully and something's digging into my back. Opening my eyes I see a
nyloned thigh in front of me across the lower part of my chest. I remember
where I am, Julie!. She's got me on my back on the sofa with her legs around
my chest. No, these legs are thicker than Julie's, I reached forward to lift
it away. Arghh! a hard slab of muscle bulges before my eyes and the clamp
around my chest tightens. I turn my head towards my attacker and come face to
face with a great pair of tits swelling in a low cut top. "My face is up here
Mister Crook" an elegant voice says. I look up into an attractive face,
clearly executive like me. "Release uh me uh" I struggle to get the words out
with a compressed chest. "Let him speak Alice" a strict voice commands, I
remember the old redhead. The band of iron slackens slightly. "Have you any
idea uh who I am?" I pant.

"Oh we know exactly what you are" the attractive blonde, Alice, snaps. Her
eyes are fierce and her mouth tight with fury. "You're a selfish arrogant
self-cantered overweight bully with his dick hanging out his trousers" I hear
the redhead say but I've only eyes for the busty executive blonde. "Let me go,
I'm an executive like you, we should stick argggg!" the leggy vice around my
chest tightens. "I'm nothing like you Mister Crook, I don't go around
attacking young women" she snarled, effortlessly compressing my chest so much
that I can barely draw breath. "So you're an executive are you Mister Crook?"
I hear the old woman say "Funny because when we went to your house earlier
this evening it was a semi-detached on a busy road opposite a load of council
houses. That's hardly executive".

I'm struggling for breath, I won't let this happen again. I grab at the
blonde's lower leg to prise them apart but am shocked to find immoveable
muscle in her calves. "You owe Julie a new blouse and tights. and I will make
you buy them" the busty blonde said "Believe me these legs are more than
capable of breaking your ribs". As if to demonstrate, she squeezed harder, I
could feel my ribs bending, oh god no please!. The pressure eased off and I
sighed in welcome relief. "You will pay for them won't you?" Alice asked.
"Executives don't pay for..urrh" The pain was back worst than before, she's
going to break my ribs oh god no.

"That's an ugly extension you've built at the back of your house, more like a
banqueting hall" the old one, Anne, said "You raped that poor planning
officer, didn't you?". The pressure eased "No uh uh No" I remember the sexy
brunette in the business suit and skirt, she was a great bang. "That's not
what she said. She was too afraid to talk, now we'll help her press charges"
the redhead said. "I pity your poor neighbours having to look at that
monstrosity, blocks out their light too". "I'm executive they're not" I gasped
before the blonde snarled "you arrogant pig" and squeezed harder. "Nooo
pleease pleease" I begged with tears in my eyes. I could feel my ribs giving
way and I was feeling light headed from being forced to take shallow breaths.
I desperately clawed the strong legs trying to prise them off. SNAP!
"Ahhh!!!!" the bitch grabbed my fingers and bent them back hard breaking them.
"You rotter, you've laddered my tights. You'll buy me a new pair as well" she
scolded. "Alice dear, I hope Mister Crook is right handed, and buy me a pair
too. Consider it penance Mister Crook" Anne added. "Pass me the phone please
Major" Alice asked.

Trapped in her leggy prison, I listened helplessly as Alice phoned a
well-known store in London that panders to the well-heeled late night shopper
and after getting through to a personal shopper, made her order. Even the
slightest move of resistance was met with an excruciating burst of pain that
bent my ribs into my constricted chest. This blonde was like a human boa
constrictor. "Yes my gentleman friend wishes to pay with his credit card" I
heard her say "I pass him to you now". Alice held the phone to my face with a
glance of warning and relaxed her grip to allow me to talk. "Uh hello?" I
asked. "Hello sir" came a posh female voice on the earpiece "that will be £120
including VAT. Is that okay sir?". "How much?" I cried. My outburst was met a
brutal chest crushing squeeze so tight I started to black out. I distantly
heard the lady on the phone explain about only the best and executive or
something. The blonde leggy demon relaxed her crush, I breathed with relief
"yes yes uh uh of course. My credit card ?". With a flick of her hand, my
credit card appeared between Alice's fingers and brought it in front of my
face. Only able to breathe shallowly, I gave my details. I watched her great
tits as Alice took the phone back to provide delivery details.

"Nnnnn" a frightening surge of pressure bore down upon my chest pushing my
ribs into my body. I watched in horror as a powerful slab of thigh muscle
stood bold from her leg. I could feel my ribs bending. I went to reach it with
my good hand but I was scared she would break my other finger. The fierce fury
upon her face transformed her pretty features into something frightening.
CRACK no no no I tried to scream at the sharp pain in my chest but was unable
to make a sound. "Alice! Captain Alice! release him at once" the old redhead
shouted. Obeying, the blonde unlocked her leggy vice and pushed me to the
floor. Moving to the edge of the sofa, she whispered in my ear "If I had my
way with you, I'd break every rib, one at a time, slowly and painfully". She
rose and I watched with distaste the large muscles in her calves as she
crossed the room to her superior. "Go round Jim's he should have printed out
those files from that hard drive you used to copy Mister Crook's computer".
What! they've been in my house!. How dare these do-gooders enter my house and
touch my property. I'm an executive, they're just common goody do-good trash.
I too afraid to speak out aloud in case Alice came back to finish the job.
"Oh, and give him this letter please" Anne added as she guided Alice to the
door.

"That's a big garage you've built" the red head spoke as she locked the door
"yet you park several expensive cars and a very non-executive white van
outside your house obstructing the road". If you've got it flaunt it bitch I
thought. Anne turned to walk to the desk, her back towards me "Big loft
extension too. Yet there are only you, your wife and two kids. So much room
for four people". Yeah get over it bitch, I stared daggers at her back. After
my humiliation at the legs of two lovely women I was cautious about the old
bird, but I couldn't see any muscle in her legs. "Spoilt kids -My daddy's an
executive you're not" she put on a silly childish voice "I've got a pony.
We've got servants, they live in the loft and garage".

What! I sat upright my ribs protesting at the sudden movement. I'm going to
beat the crap out of her. "The police were most interested when they came
round". I didn't care about the Police, I played golf with the commissioner.
"WPC Wilkinson called in Special Branch. She really doesn't like you does
she?. You've got a thing for women in uniform have you?, called you an
arrogant sexist pig. I can think of much worst names for you".

Fuming I got to my feet, wincing at my broken ribs and fingers. Anne still had
her back to me, looking at some documents on table. "I have two papers for you
to sign. one is a confession for raping that planning officer and assaulting
our Julie, the other admitting to distributing slaves for Davidson". What! no
way bitch. I charge into her back and grab her scrawny little neck in
headlock. "I'm going to stuff those papers down your throat" I sneer peering
down at the petite mature woman. To my surprise and disappointment Anne didn't
scream or buck around, she calmly raised her a hand to mine and grabbed my
little finger and yanked it back hard. "ow ow ow" she smoothly led my arm away
from her neck with a twist which forced my elbow up. Then as if she were at
some kind of dance she twirled around twisting my arm forcing me to bend.
"oww" it felt as if the bitch had bent my hand hard into my wrist and was
about to break. Placing her other hand on my shoulder, she pressed down whilst
forcing my twisted arm high behind my back forcing the side of my face onto
the table crushing my cheekbones against the wood. "I was so hoping you were
going to do that Mister Crook" she said "that way I can claim self-defence. As
you can see, the women of The Salvation Army are very good at it". She yanked
my arm and pressed my shoulder so hard I could swear she was going to pull it
out of its socket "please stop please". "When I was a teacher, I used to
punish naughty teenaged boys like this in front of the whole class" she said
"nothing like a young man who thinks he's tough being humiliated by a much
older woman while the his classmates laugh at him". "Mind you, I think some of
them secretly enjoyed it judging by the tents in their trousers when I'd
finished with them".

It was bad enough being humiliated by those younger vixens, but to be
dominated so calmly by a woman old enough to be my mother was somehow worst.
"oww no no no" releasing my shoulder I felt her fold my arm with the hand
still painful bent. "Stand up and walk with me backwards towards the sofa or
I'll break your wrist" she said. Oh god oh god ow I tried to straighten but
the best I could manage was a stoop as this demon led me by my side backwards
until my feet touched the sofa. "Ow!" she swung my right arm up and around
then held it out straight horizontally from my body. Calmly she moved in front
of my arm, staring at me sternly over the rim of her glasses. With my arm
locked tight she drove her fingers straight into the crook of arm. "Oww" sharp
shooting pains shot up my arm. Releasing my arm, I was horrified to see it
flop to my side, all sensation gone. Oh my god I can't move my arm, I can't
move my fingers, I can't feel anything in my arm.

Smiling grimly, she reached up to place her hands on my shoulders. Wary of my
broken fingers, I swung my left arm at her head but she calmly blocked it with
her arm, wrapped her elbow and forearm around my arm and pulled it straight.
"No!" she drove her fingers into the crook of my other arm. It felt like stabs
of electricity shooting up my arm. My arm fell uselessly to my side. "Please
stop" I begged. "I bet you're beginning to wish I'd let Alice finish you off
now, don't you". Holding my shoulders again, I watched helplessly as she moved
her body to my side then swung out her leg behind me. "Aggh" bolts of pain
shot up my leg as her heel drove hard into back of my knee causing it to give
way beneath me. I collapsed backwards on the sofa. "Crook by name crook by
nature" Anne said climbing onto my lap to sit astride me, her skirt pulled up
to show much more leg than I thought appropriate for a woman her age. "Flash
cars and designer clothes does not make you an executive, Mister Crook" she
lectured looking at me sternly through her small glasses "You're just an
arrogant pratt".

I wanted to tell her she was wrong, but the way this woman looked at me
reminded me of all the strict teachers at school and she scared me. "Although
I taught biology, I studied physiology" she tells me as she starts to undo my
shirt buttons, there's nothing I can do to stop her. "What are you doing ?,
please stop" I beg. "I was intrigued by these martial artists who could
incapacitate an opponent or knock them out with a light blow to a pressure
point" she opens my shirt "I wanted to understand how it worked from a
scientific viewpoint". She tugs my shirt down my arms then removes it "I was
never the sporty type, all that kicking and punching seemed much too
energetic". Gently she runs her fingertips up the inside of my right arm
stopping to massage one particular spot causing a pleasant tingling sensation.
"No I'd rather take my time punishing a sinner using my knowledge of the human
anatomy". "Crrkk" strong rigid fingers strike me hard in my throat. There's a
terrible sensation as I feel something dislodge and push back into my windpipe
causing a blockage. I try to swallow but it feels like I've swallowed
something too large and it's stuck in my throat. Oh my god she's crushed my
windpipe or something!. I quickly forget about that as purple and violet
points of pain explode all over my body as the stern mistress serenely drives
her steel fingers into one place after another. I've never felt such pain
before, I try to scream but there's something horrible blocking my throat. She
moves slowly around my torso and arms seemingly tracing some anatomical
pattern of pain with her terrible fingertips. She knows where to inflict the
most pain, she doesn't miss a spot. I'm crying in tears with the sheer agony
and terror. Please stop please I'll sign anything just make it stop but I
can't talk. Smiling evilly, she looks down at my exposed dick then unbuttons
my trousers. With a look of disdain she fishes out my testicles and holds them
with one hand and then NO! her fingertips strike brutally at the base of my
nut sack NO! NO!. Oh god the pain exploding between my legs is too much to
bear. "That stop you producing any more monsters like you" she says.

Still smiling she runs her fingertips into the centre of my chest bone then
strikes. I feel pain and an uncomfortable squeezing in the centre of my chest.
Anne gets off me and stands before me watching. An intense pain spreads to my
shoulders, neck and arms. "It's okay Mister Crook. You're just having a heart
attack. You've probably got 8 minutes to live unless you get treatment". Oh
god oh god I'm too important to die. I feel a burning tightness in my chest,
neck and jaw spreading to my arms. I try to get to my feet but my arms are
useless and my right leg won't work. I can feel my heart race and beat
irregularly. "Sign these papers and I'll re-start your heart, or die" she
tells me coldly "Personally I don't care which although if you'd die you'll
save the taxpayer putting you up in a luxury 5 star prison". Feeling
light-headed and nausea, I watch the redhead demon turn her back on me and
walk casually to the table. I am sweating and short of breath. Please please
I'll sign just let me live, but the words fail to form in my mouth. Why is she
ignoring me?, look at me, please. My skin is clammy and sweaty. Oh my god I'm
doomed, I'm not going to make my first million like I deserve. Surely my 8
minutes is up please someone help. I notice Anne saunter over to me with a
clipboard and pen. "Are you ready to sign Mister Crook ? or shall I come back
in 5 minutes?". I nodded my head vigorously. "Oh what a shame. Never mind".
Roughly she dug her fingers into the underside of my arm, I no longer cared
about the pain I was a goner. Anne sort of massaged my hand then moulded it
around a pen. Guiding my hand to a sheet of paper attached to the clipboard I
signed as best I could where she silently pointed. I didn't care anymore they
can't arrest me when I'm dead. Another paper another signature. Oh god I was
dead. "I must say you are looking rather pale Mister Crook. Are you feeling
well?" the evil bitch taunted as she walked deliberately slowly back to the
desk. Placing the papers on the desk she turned and deliberately sauntered
back to me. "You're not smirking now are you Mister Crook?".

I don't understand what she did, I was fading fast and don't remember it all
but it seemed to me she was applying CPR. She wasn't gentle, I recall her
thumping my chest and applying pressure. Finally she sat back and I felt the
tightness eased off but I still felt very ill. "You'll live Mister Crook.
Unfortunately" she said "Now if you excuse me, I've things to do". Pushing my
head to the side she drove her fingers into the base of the side of my neck. I
welcomed the pain-free blackness of unconsciousness.

Crook was meticulous, he kept detailed spreadsheets of his 'business trips' to
Davidson's airfield and to his delivery points for tax reasons. More damning
were the spreadsheets detailing the type of 'worker' - builder, agricultural
labour, servant, pleasure worker; how much he received and the profit made. I
knew Detective Michael Jenkins would be interested in that so I printed off
two copies and handed one to Alice. As Alice left, I looked at the envelope
she had given me from Anne. It was sealed with red wax bearing the impression
of Anne's necklace. I thought that might be worth keeping so with a letter
opener from my desk, I carefully slit the top of the envelope and removed its
contents. A single piece of paper with just 3 words:

"Look to Anahita"