JIMP#19: Upstairs, downstairs and in the Kitchen Maid's bedroom
By Jimp
Jim is playfully dominated by a kitchen maid's Judo and sexy pastry skills


The following story contains descriptions of sex and 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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Inside the thick walls of an ancient castle somewhere near the Swiss Alps, a
group of predominately men meet in secret. Outside a private army keep all
unwelcome eyes away. Between them, there are representatives from every major
bank and financial institution in the World. Yet outside these walls very few
are aware of this convention's existence. A man with a strong Swiss accent
presides over the assembly. "Sir Anthony Jones. The report from Britain if you
will".

"Thank you Mister President. I am pleased to report that despite a change of
political leadership, the Government continue to rule. The destruction of the
British manufacturing base is almost complete. The plan to destroy the IT
industry is well underway". The white haired man paused to allow the chuckles
of amusement die down. "As you are no doubt aware importation of slave labour
suffered a major set-back but normal service will be resumed shortly". At this
point Sir Anthony pauses to smile "I am especially pleased to announce that
steps are being taken to retrieve the Smthye-Jones legacy. At long last the
prize will be within our grasp". The audience explode into applause.

My name is Jim Priest. A few months ago I had discovered the diary of
Victorian explorer Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones that had been hidden for years at
Bristlingdown Manor [JPECHO#1]. Bringing in the experts, it was determined
that the diary had been written in an ancient Avestan language. Sections of
the text had been encrypted by a long forgotten mechanism, although I had
found the key on the base of a statue of a mysterious Indo-Iranian Amazon
goddess [JIMP#17].

If Lord Gerald had gone to the trouble to build a secret room to hide his
diary and the key, it would follow that he had also hidden the encoding device
or code table elsewhere in his home. Keeping the encoder and the key separate
being the safe thing to do. That had led me to my current tiring search of the
large manor house. Have you any idea how many books there are in the library
of an English stately home, how many paintings and pieces of artwork?

That's when I started seeing more of Mary. I had first noticed her whenever I
went to grab something to eat in the kitchens located in the basement. She was
a slightly tough looking though attractive young woman in her early twenties,
about 5'8" with a slightly plump medium build which some might have called
boyish apart from a full bust which was usually hidden beneath an apron. As a
member of the kitchen staff, she wore a light blue overall. Beneath this was a
pair of nice calves clad in sheer black nylons, which appeared to be quite
short possibly because she wore soft black flat shoes that looked a bit like
ballet slippers. One outstanding asset, only seen outside of the kitchen, was
her long wavy jet-black hair that flowed from a fringe above her eyes, over
her ears and fell down her back almost to her waist. Mary had a small compact
face with a clear slightly tanned complexion with sensual brown eyes
surrounded by thick black lashes and low eyebrows. She had a slender nose and
a compact chin with a small mouth that usually didn't smile as she tried to
look tough, although this came across quite sexy. Although fairly quiet, she
was known as a biker babe, putting on her leather trousers and jacket to ride
off on her motorbike on her days off.

At the time it didn't strike me as odd, but I seemed to see Mary quite a lot
when I was searching around. I had just assumed she was delivering tea or
whatever to Sir Humphrey. I was in one of the old state rooms getting ready to
go home for the day looking at the large tall elaborately carved Indian
cabinet that occupied part of one wall, thinking that I wouldn't like that in
my house. The piece was dark and heavy although some of the carving was
intricate and my eyes were drawn to the little three-dimensional temples near
the top edge. It then struck me that the circular peak on the unit was a
different colour and texture than the rest. I went off to find a stepladder to
borrow. Upon my return I saw Mary in the corridor outside of the room. Smiling
and saying hello, I passed and set up the ladder by the unit. I climbed the
ladder and caught Mary watching. She blushed then asked "Whattca doing Jim?".
"Sir Humphrey won't like you touching his stuff" she added. "Oh, just checking
the humidity meters on these antiques" I lied. I don't think she believed me
but she walked away so I continued my inspection.

Slotted into a small metal bracket was a circular object standing vertically.
Using a small screwdriver I carefully prised the object out of its holder. As
I did so, I realised that it was made of metal that had been painted on the
back to look like wood. The object was about 3" in diameter and an inch thick.
The back of the piece, which had been facing forward, was solid and elaborated
decorated. The front was equally decorated around its outer edge inside which
was a concentric ring with about 50 symbols around it. This ring could be
rotated and as I did so I could feel the slight resistance of some cog
mechanism. At the centre of this ring was a central hub in which there was a
rectangular cutaway revealing different symbols as the ring was rotated. I
guessed that you selected the symbol to be encoded on the ring by aligning it
with a raised marker on the outer edge then read off the cipher text symbol
from the cutaway window. The mechanism was probably symmetric so that it could
work in reverse - select the symbol to be decoded and read off the plaintext
symbol from the window. Peering closer at the cutaway slot I could just make
out an intricate system of cogs and rings. As I slowly rotated the ring I
could make out symbols on different rings aligning themselves with the window.
This was a very clever piece of high precision small-scale engineering that
belied the apparent antiquity of the device. Along the side of the object
there was a set of 4 recessed small metal levers that were difficult to set by
hand. Along the top of the recess there was a sequence of tiny dots starting
with a single dot at the top to a group of 9 dots at the bottom. These
obviously controlled the key that changed the internal linkage of the cogs
inside resulting in different encryptions.

Elated, I carefully descended the ladder then put the object on a side table
while I collapsed the ladder. When I turned around the object had gone!.
Cursing my luck I ran into the corridor outside the room just spotting a flash
of black nyloned calves and soft shoes disappearing through a door at the end.
I ran to catch up only to bump into Mrs Jones, the old fashioned housekeeper.
"Mister Priest ! There will be no running in Bristlingdown Manor!" she
reprimanded me. "I'm chasing a thief .." I tried to explain. "What is more,
this is a staircase for female servants only. You are not allowed here" she
interrupted. Mrs Jones still believed in strict segregation of male and female
servants. "One of your girls has just stolen a valuable object belonging to
Sir Humphrey. I need to follow". "Be off with you!" she swung a wooden bristle
brush at me, forcing me back through the door. I didn't have time for this; I
raced for the male servant's staircase ignoring the reprimand that followed.
"No running!". Fortunately I knew how to get to the women's staircase on the
next floor, hoping that Mrs Jones hadn't the same idea. I almost bumped into
John, one of Sir Humphrey's bodyguards. "John, I found the encoder but think
Mary took it. Tell security not to let anyone leave," I panted as I rushed by.
As I climbed the steep narrow uncarpeted staircase, I was hoping Mary had gone
to her room in the attic, where the women servants lived.

Fortunately the women's bedrooms had their names on the doors, so it wasn't
long before I knocked on Mary's door. As she opened it I don't know who was
the more surprised. "Jim! You shouldn't be up here. If Mrs Jones catches you,"
she said not needing to voice the dire consequences of a man getting caught in
the women's quarters. I was completely taken aback by the sight of the quiet
kitchen girl wearing a white gi top tied with a black belt. Her legs were bare
as was her chest between the V of the neck. I had never seen her thighs before
and I wasn't disappointed, they were thick and shapely, but it was her upper
body, which really grabbed my attention. Standing like an idiot staring at the
white wraparound jacket and black belt, I was lost for words. Feeling both
nervous and exhilarated at how supremely confidant she looked, my brain
signalled danger and the urge to flee whilst my loins twitched with lust at
the powerful image she projected.

"Come in quick" she ushered me into her room and closed the door. The room was
small with just a single bed, a small wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Closing
the door Mary faced me with her arms by her side. She looked so tough and
dangerous that I was both jittery and turned on. "What's the matter Jim? you
look nervous. Do I frighten you dressed like this?" she asked softly. I had to
swallow looking at this attractive but tough young woman in her combat
clothes. "Um well it's a bit intimidating but ur at the same time I find it
quite exciting" I admitted, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was true,
that simple white top and black belt had transformed an ordinary kitchen girl
into the vision of a deadly fighting machine against which I knew had no
chance. Yet at the same time I was very turned on by the raw female power this
implied. It wouldn't have mattered what she looked like, she could have been
plain or ugly, young or old; I still would have been turned on badly. Well
maybe not too young, that would be perverse. As it was Mary was attractive.
"Exciting?" she asked softy and stepped closer until our chests were almost
touching. At that moment I found Mary to be incredibly seductive with her long
hair tumbling freely and the gi making her seem strong and sexy. "Most men run
a mile when they see me like this. You look like you want to run to. Don't run
Jim. Stay and play with me". She added a wicked smile that made my groin
twitch. I swallowed again and slowly raised my hands to her shoulders and
started to stroke the fabric of her gi. "I um find you powerful ..scary and
yet ..". I paused too embarrassed to admit my feelings. "Yes?" she asked
softly. "Incredibly sexy". A smile appeared on her lips. "Sexy? Thank you,
I've never been called that before. Most men I've met are scared of women who
do Judo" she said. I continued to run my hands over her jacket "The idea of
what you could do to me both scares me and ... turns me on. I don't know
whether to run away or..". I got lost looking into her penetrating brown-eyed
gaze. "Yes?" she queried. "Worship you" I whispered and was immediately
embarrassed that I had said it. The smile got wider and there seemed to be a
twinkle in her eye "I've never been worshipped before". I felt her ample chest
press against mine "why don't you show me how". I moved my hands with more
confidence down her arms and around her shoulders, feeling the heavy crude
material. "This uniform makes you seem so powerful". I felt the black belt.
"This makes you seem invincible. Too much for me to handle and that really
turns me on" I gushed.

With growing lust, I traced the heavy quilted weave up the front edges of the
jacket and across to the slopes of her chest whilst tentatively kissing her
neck. "You look like you could slam me into the ground at any moment. The idea
of that really makes me hard. It scares me yet part of me wants you to do
that". I tried to kiss her mouth but she turned her face away. "You could
completely dominate me with your Judo and make me satisfy you anyway you want.
Worship you all night long" I was hoping she would take the hint. She looked
so powerful with her smouldering stern looks. "None of the guys here dare chat
me up" she says "not once they find out I do Judo". "I find that hard to
believe, you are gorgeous" I reply caressing her chest while gently kissing
the fabric on their upper slopes. "Those that don't, run a mile when they find
out" she continued. "I wouldn't run with you dressed like this. You are
gorgeous and so sexy". I kissed and massaged her ample chest more vigorously
as my lust swelled. "Men always go for them. They show you that I'm a real
woman. A woman who is a much better fighter than most men and certainly more
than you can handle". She was right; the sensuous movements of her breasts
under the thick cotton were undeniably feminine and completely addictive
contrasting with the fighting skills the jacket implied. "Do a good job or
I'll slam you right through that window to the ground 2 floors below" she said
"don't think I can't because I'm more than capable of doing it". That really
aroused me "oh god I want you" I moaned. I went to kiss her mouth again but
again she turned her head so I made do kissing her jaw line and neck. "If you
leave a love bite, I'll break you in two" she warned. The more dominant tone
of her speech was really getting me going. The contradiction of a normal woman
so young and gorgeous and her apparent skill in fighting techniques once the
reserve of the military was incredibly exciting. As I passionately kissed and
kneaded her chest, I was surprised to feel her hand unclasp the front of my
trousers then slide down my pants. "I've heard rumours about weirdoes like
you" she softly told me. I couldn't resist any longer. "Oh I want you bad" I
grabbed her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She broke the kiss. "You
bad man" she teased. The next thing I knew, she had grabbed my wrist and slid
an arm around my waist. Turning, her backside slid against my crotch then I
was tumbling through the air to land on my back.

"That wasn't worshiping me Jim, that was feeling me up. Here help me move this
mattress to the floor then I'll give you the beating you deserve" I heard her
say. Looking up I saw Mary pulling one end of her mattress off the bed. I got
up and helped with the other end until the mattress was in the middle of the
room. Stepping slowly towards me across the mattress, she told me "So, it
turns you on if I beat you up?" she said. "No, nothing rough. Just show me
that you can physically dominate me" I replied. "Gently" I added. "Oh, I can
do that. I like slamming men around and putting them in holds they can't get
out until they completely submit to me. By the look of that bulge in your
pants I think you do to". As the gi-topped lovely approached me, my gaze swept
longingly up and down her body. "Come and get me if you want me" she teased.
It's then that I remembered why I was here in the first place. "Mary, we need
to talk. You were in the Indian state-room downstairs a few moments ago
weren't you?". "Yes, what're you going to do about it big bad mister private
dick man. Come on subdue me and interrogate me. If you think you're hard
enough". Mary had become very dominant in the way she spoke and her posture.
She wasn't aggressive but the gi reminded me of what she must be capable of
and that made me pause to think. Maybe I had made a mistake coming in here
alone. "Um Mary, perhaps I'd better come back later to talk" I tried to sidle
past her towards the door.

"Oh no you don't" she said stepping forward to grab my upper arms. Facing her,
I felt my legs swept forward high off the ground beneath me. For a moment I
was floating as she leveraged my body over her hip then I fell to hit the
mattress on the other side of where I had originally been standing. Mary had
controlled my fall with my arm so that I landed on my side. She now wrapped
her arm around mine so that it was tucked beneath her upper arm and her
forearm pressed against the elbow joint. Stepping astride me, she crouched low
whilst applying pressure to the joint. "Ow! That hurts" I cried in alarm.
"Look how feeble you are. I've subdued you in seconds. I could easily break
your arm if you don't submit". The mistress of the mattress applied more
pressure causing me to yelp with pain. "No please Mary no. I submit, I submit"
I begged. I felt Mary release my elbow and stand up behind me stretching my
arm vertically then bring her bare knee against my tortured elbow and press.
"Ow! No please Mary no. I give" I pleaded. "SNAP!" she shouted then laughed.
"Now get up and fight back or I'll break you up badly" she ordered. I had no
choice, Mary maintained the arm lock and forced me to my feet. I was in no
doubt that she could have broken my arm if I had dawdled.

Releasing my arm, the Kitchen girl in the gi top faced me across the mattress.
"Come on, try and get me Jim" she commanded. My aching elbow reminded me about
the old adage of being careful of what you wish for and that this wouldn't be
as much fun as I had hoped. I tried to return to my queries. "Wait please.
Mary tell me whether you took the object I found in the state-room?". "I don't
want to talk about that. I want to play with you" she snapped. "Mary please
tell me I need to know". "I'll show you my Judo if you show me yours" she
said. The maid in white stepped forward as if to walk by me, took my right arm
with one hand and slid the other around my waist. I felt my right buttock
pivoted across her hip as she bent. In a dizzying motion I swung upside down
before falling on my front at her feet. "Orppph" despite the mattress, the
fall drove the breath out of me. Before I knew it, Mary was sitting at my
side, with her back to me punishing my poor elbow again. "Ow! No please".
Pushing herself backwards across me, my black-belt tormentor forced me to roll
over to my back or risk a broken arm.

Mary's bodyweight fell across my chest, the white top before my eyes. I
watched dumbly as she immobilised my right arm by wrapping an arm around it
and bending it back with her other hand stressing the tormented joint. At the
same time, she slid a lovely warm bare leg under my left upper arm then
sandwiched it with her other leg pressing my forearm back so hard I cried out
aloud afraid she would break it too. Mary looked at me and laughed. "Such a
cry baby. One twitch and I could break both your arms as if they were twigs"
she told me. "Ow! Please Mary stop it. Let me go" I begged. Ignoring my pleas
Mary held me immobile with the nerves and tendons in both arms shrieking in
pain for a long drawn out moment that left me frantic. "Please no please I
submit" I cried. She laughed at my discomfort. "I thought you wanted me to
dominate you Jim ?". "No no not this hard" I pleaded as she twisted my left
forearm painfully against its natural movement then transferred the wrist from
one hand to the other. "Look I can even keep you helpless with just one hand.
I can do whatever I want to you and you are powerless to prevent me". I felt
her free hand unzip my trousers then slide down the front of my pants pulling
my manhood out. With long slow motions she began to stroke back and forth.
"And I do mean absolutely anything" she purred. With my arms incapacitated and
her bodyweight on my chest I was unable to stop this Judo goddess from playing
with my manhood even if I had wanted to. I felt weak and useless, completely
dominated by Mary's grappling skills and the sensation turned me on. "Oh you
like that you naughty pervert". Her slow strokes were having the desired
effect. "You're so hard Jim! You really are one of those weirdoes that enjoy
women dominating you aren't you?". I moaned in lust then shrieked in pain as
she stressed my arm joints to breaking point. "That's to remind you that I'm
doing this because I can and not for your pleasure. Now get up".

Withdrawing her hand Mary untangled her legs then still with hold of my arm,
forced me to my feet to face her before freeing me. "Come on Jim, don't be
such a woose put up some kind of fight at least. Give me a chance to really
show how you how useless you are against me". After that last demonstration
and the ache in my arms, I'm apprehensive about continuing but am conflicted
between the lustful feelings she aroused in me and not wanting to get hurt.
"Please Mary I just want to talk" I say as I tried to back away but Mary steps
forward to take my right arm at the wrist and elbow then pull it across her
ample soft chest. Stepping closer she tucked my hand under her upper arm then
turned pulling me forward. As she did so, I felt my right foot kicked away and
I tumble over her thigh. As I fall Mary retained my arm. Looking up from the
mattress, I see Mary leaning over me holding my arm straight and pressing
against the socket at my shoulder. "Ow ow please stop" I beg. "Are you really
that much of a wimp?. Are you going to try to fight back or shall I break your
limbs one by one before throwing you out of that window?" she tells me
sternly. "Ok yes I give" I cry. I feel Mary move my extended arm between her
soft warm thighs and back against her knickers. "Ow!" I cried as Mary's crotch
pushed against the joint. "Resistance is futile" she chuckled "I can even
break your arm with my pussy".

She released me and stood up, hands on her hips waiting. "Come on you pathetic
wimp. Grapple with me or I really will break your bones". I wasn't sure
whether she was serious, but as I cautiously started to get to my feet an idea
came to me. While crouched I made a grab for Mary's bare legs while barging
into her lower torso with my shoulders. More out of desperation than any real
skill, Mary fell to her back and I tumbled afterwards. Maybe she had been
caught by surprise or perhaps I had winded her but I easily moved on top of
her. I struggled to pin Mary's hands to the floor. She was strong and was
putting up a spirited resistance but I managed to raise myself and bring my
body weight to bear down weakening her defence. Even so, it was a difficult
struggle to pin the girl, she fought me all the way. I felt Mary trying to
slip her legs under mine and with alarm realised that she was trying to
capture my legs either to force them wide or some get them in some painful leg
lock. Trying to suppress my panic at my audacity with trying to grapple with a
Judo black belt, I managed to get my legs inside hers and spread them as wide
as I could. OK, I'm not that supple and I couldn't stretch her legs as wide
apart as some women had done to me, but it did the trick.

It must have surprised Mary too, for I found I had forced her hands to the
mattress either side of her head. "Ohh" she panted. The eroticism of the hold
didn't escape me as I lay chest to chest with a lovely brunette in a gi top,
breathing heavily, my legs spreading hers wide, my groin pressing and
twitching in lust against hers, her arms pinned looking down into her dark
smouldering eyes. "Bad boy!. I can feel your erection throbbing against me"
she chuckled. I'm sorry but I couldn't resist it and kissed her mouth
passionately. To my pleasure, Mary reciprocated kissing back with equal
vigour. "Well done Jim. I didn't think you had it in you. You've pinned me"
she said breathlessly from our kisses. "Now let me go and try again".

"Not so fast Mary. Not until you tell me where you put the object you took.
It's very important". Mary looked embarrassed and her eyes slipped from my
gaze. "You wouldn't understand" she muttered. I didn't really want to hurt her
but I really needed an answer and so focussing on my legs tried to wishbone
hers wider apart. I used to belong to a swimming club when I was younger and I
do a lot of walking which kept my legs strong. "Ohh Jim" she cried. Regretting
the tightness in her mouth and flash of pain in her eyes I told her "Hand it
back Mary and no one need ever know". "I'm sorry I can't. Please let me go
Jim. How much longer do you think you will be to pin me like this?" she said
through gritted teeth. "As long as it takes" I replied. Once I had forced her
legs wide I actually found it quite easy to maintain the hold. "OK OK Jim, I
give. Let me go and I'll show you where I put it" she pleaded. "No way. You
tell me" I replied. Mary didn't reply she gritted her teeth and stared at me
with those penetrating brown eyes. Finally she said "The rucksack on the
dressing table". "Thank you Mary" I said releasing the pressure off her legs.
I couldn't resist kissing her again before getting off her and to my feet.

Walking over to the rucksack, I opened it and saw a lot of neatly folded
clothes. Feeling around I located the device wrapped in a T-shirt. "Going
somewhere Mary?" I asked. OK I should have known better to turn my back on a
Judo expert especially when I'm looking through her stuff. Hands grabbed my
arm from behind and twisted me around. Rapidly I was pulled roughly back and
forth then I found myself falling forward with a foot in my gut as she stomach
threw across the length of the room. Dazed, I could only lie and watch Mary's
shapely backside clad in white knickers descend towards my face with her legs
splayed apart. After a bit of sliding around my face, I found my nose and
mouth buried up Mary's backside whilst she manipulated each of arms so they
were immobilised between a calve and thigh. I moaned into her arse as I tried
to get comfortable and find a place to breathe. "You are powerless against me,
Jim. I can use you however I want" I heard her say. As if to demonstrate this,
I felt Mary's rump rotate against my face as she leaned forward until my mouth
was pressed against her crotch with a close-up view of her backside. "Hmmmm" I
moaned into her knickers. I could feel her wrap her arms around my right leg.
"MMMMMMM" I screamed into her crotch as my kneecap threatened to shatter as
she stressed my knee. "Ohhh! That feels so good when you do that, Jim. Go on
do it again" I heard her say. "MMMMMMMM" I screamed as she tortured my knee
again. "Ohhh yes. Do that some more or I'll break your leg" she ordered. "Mmmm
mmmm mmraarr mmmrrar" I hummed and roared into her pussy through the thin
fabric. The roaring made her laugh and gasp with pleasure so I guessed she
liked it. I did it some more and was stunned by the quick result "Mmroar
mmmmraoar MMMROAR". "Ohh ohhh ohhh Jim ohh yes mmmm mmmmm ohhhh". Mary came
hard and fast grinding herself on my face in a wild sexual frenzy. Releasing
my leg, she sat for a few moments while I tried to breathe as best I could
through damp knickers.

Mary shifted off my face then manipulated my right arm around my head so that
I was strangling myself. Locking my arm in place with a figure 4 head scissors
she rolled to one side forcing me to follow trapping my other arm underneath
me. I felt Mary's hands slowly massaging my dick. "You need cool hands to work
with pastry" I hear her tell me as I enjoyed the pleasant sensations of her
handling my rod. "I was going to break your leg so you couldn't run after me
but after what you did for me just then I'm going to reward you with my pastry
skills". "First a bit of kneading to soften the dough" she says softly.
"Ohhhhh that's nice" I exclaimed as the kitchen maid gently kneaded my dick
and balls with her knuckles. She started humming a tuneless ditty as she
skilfully massaged and kneaded my genitals. The firm but gentle movements
awoke my ardour despite the uncomfortable scissor hold. Mary's hands worked
their magic touch as she treated my privates as though she was making pastry
and it felt marvellous. "Then we roll it". Mary rolled my rod against my
stomach and in her hands like it was pliable dough. "Oh wow that's good". Here
I was with being partially strangled by own arm, powerless to stop the girl
working me stiff. "I'm good with my hands aren't I Jim?" she asks. "Oh yes
Mary, you are" I gasp with pleasure. "Soft hands that can work the dough" she
says. "Oh yes so soft" I gasp. "I keep working it until it is the right
consistency" she continues. "Ohhhh Mary" I gasped as she took the shaft in her
hands and squeezed rhythmically whilst pumping it with long slow strokes. "I
bet I could bring you off in no time" she says. "Oh yes please Mary" I moaned
as she worked her magic with her hands, my manhood becoming irresistibly hard.
"Now I add a bit of water" I heard her say. "Good grief!" I gasped as her warm
wet mouth engulfed my rod and worked back and forth along the shaft, sucking
and licking. "Ohh you're incredible" I moaned enjoying the sensations. Long
moments of oral bliss was mixed with more pumping. "Then more kneading and
rolling". "Wow!". Mary's application of her culinary skills in the bedroom was
amazing and it wasn't long before I felt huge and throbbing ready to cum.
"See, the dough has risen" she said triumphantly. Risen! I was about to
explode long and hard. That was when I felt the pressure release around my
head as Mary's legs unfolded and she turned to face me as she got to her feet
"Now get up and give me a fight".

I couldn't believe, she had worked me to the point of climax then stopped!.
"Please Mary. Bring me off. Don't leave me like this" I begged. She just
laughed wickedly "I told you. I can do whatever I like to you because I can
and not for your pleasure". I got to my feet extremely frustrated with a
raging hard-on and a desperate desire for release. "Mary that was so good.
Please I, I want you bad". Chuckling Mary put a foot on her bed and pulled
down her knickers then stepped out of them. Parting the bottom of her gi
jacket to reveal her dark bush she teased "Do you want to stick your dough in
my hot oven, Jim?". I'm sorry to say that in my aroused state, that was just
too much for me and I just want to sink myself deep inside her. Rushing
forward I forgot what the gi signified only to be reminded as she took my arm,
turned, bumped her backside against me and slammed me very fast over her
shoulder. In a rapid-fire blur of motion that addled my brains, my equilibrium
was in such shock that I nearly blacked out. "Owww!". My arm was bent back
painfully in an arm lock and I was forced quickly to my feet. "Up you get
dough boy".

I wanted her bad, I had to have her. When she released me, I bent my head
leant forward and charged against her lower body trying to push her over but
Mary stood her ground with her legs apart laughing at my efforts. I felt an
arm around the back of my neck and another take my arm then she turned. "Orr"
a back kick landed between my legs that lifted one off the ground then I was
tumbling over her legs. "Let's walk the horny dog" Mary laughed as she dragged
me around the mattress using a painful arm bar. "Ow please no stop" I begged
but she ignored my pleas as she continued to force to crawl around to avoid my
arm being broken. Finally she forced me to my feet then wrapped an arm around
my shoulders, turned and swept my feet away in a rapid throw over her hip. As
soon as I had landed, she forced me to my feet again and repeated the throw
even faster throwing me high over her hip.

Incredibly the throws had done nothing to cool my ardour, if anything they had
made me harder!. I scrambled to my feet and went for her again. Swiftly Mary
grabbed the front of my T-shirt and shoved me back and forth, upsetting my
balance. I felt my upper arm grabbed and her hip bump against me then my leg
swept back as she leant forward. Helplessly I sailed over her hip once more to
land on my back whilst Mary held my right arm captive above me. "Ahhh!" I
cried as the Judo mistress locked my arm straight and forced me to roll onto
my side. Holding the arm vertically, I felt a knee press on my neck while she
tucked my arm under her armpit and used the same arm to maintain pressure
against my elbow. Once more I felt Mary take hold of my manhood and pump it
slowly but firmly. "Mustn't let the pastry sag. Have to keep it risen".
Despite the pain in my stretched arm, it doesn't take long for me to get hard
again under her expert manipulation. "Oh Mary please I want you" I gush. She
just laughed, released my arm and got up.

In my lust I caught her ankles and pulled her back down to the mattress then
tried to get on top of her. This time Mary was ready for me and took hold of
my right arm whilst raising a leg across my onrushing body, hooking it over my
left shoulder. I tried to struggle against Mary's efforts to pivot me onto my
side but she was too much of a skilled fighter. I found myself on my back with
Mary perpendicular to me with a bare leg hooked across my neck while she
stretched my arm between her legs bending it back over her pubic bone using
her crotch for leverage. "How's this for pussy power?" she cries as I writhe
in agony. Mary looks so calm, superior, confidant and totally in control. I
feel her lift her lower body stressing the joint then start wriggling from
side to side. "No please you'll break it". "Oh yes, pussy wants to break your
arm" she giggled. "Ow no please" I beg. "Oh yes Jim, this is more like it.
Come on fight me some more".

I felt Mary work her other leg beneath my body then free my neck to slide her
calve down my chest. Still stressing my arm, she turns slowly onto her front
trapping my arm painfully between her legs as she slid a foot underneath it
then forced it slowly behind my back. "Ah please no" I beg. Any flagging in my
libido due to the painful hold she had me was overcome as her hand once more
pumped me slowly until I was moaning loudly in lust. Again she got up leaving
me unfulfilled.

"Get to your feet Jim" she demanded standing over me with her hands on her
hips. I had a perfect view up her gi top to her love nest. Getting to my
knees, I ran my hands up her lovely legs. "Oh Mary I want some of your custard
pie". Hungry with desire, I forced my face between her legs then nuzzled and
licked her pussy with increasing passion. "MMMM oooow!" I cry as my arm was
bent back so hard that I thought it would break. "Get out there you filthy
pig!" she orders forcing me to my feet. "Please Mary I want you so bad" I shut
up when I saw the anger in her eyes. "Did I say you could violate me like
that?" I had never heard her voice so hard, she applied the arm lock so hard
with one arm wrapped around that I thought she could break it like a twig in
her fury. "No Mary, please I'm sorry I lost control a bit there. Sorry". "You
will not take me. I will take you if and when I feel like it. Do you
understand?". She emphasised this by applying more pressure on my arm forcing
me to me toes to try to relieve the pain. "Ow! Yes Mary please I understand" I
begged. "I will use you and your pathetic overweight body whenever and however
I like for my own pleasure. It's not your choice, I control you completely.
Understand?". Again she forced me to my toes, my arm in agony. "Ow! Yes yes
please Mary I understand". She released me and laughing walked to the opposite
side of the mattress.

Despite the rough treatment that she had applied to my arm, the physical
domination kept me raging hard. Tanked with testosterone I lose self-control,
my hormones turning me into a lust-crazed monster. By the expression on her
face, I think that was exactly what she wanted. She chuckled "Come and try to
get into my pantry Jim". I rushed forward once more to take her. Mary grabbed
an arm then dipped down in front of me to grab me between the legs, her
forearm brushing my throbbing erection. I felt myself lifted across her back
and into the air as she rose. Tilted forward I could see the floor then I was
in freefall tumbling over to land on my back.

Staring up at the ceiling, an upside down image of Mary appeared and to my
amazement slackened her black belt then opened her jacket revealing that she
wore nothing underneath. "Do you want these dough balls Jim?" she taunted. She
had a good body, though slightly plumpish with sensational full breasts. The
sight amplified my lust off the chart. In a matter of seconds I was on my feet
charging at her with a raging erection. Mary calmly caught my arm, turned her
backside against my throbbing hard-on then threw me rapidly over her shoulder
to crash into the mattress. Somehow the throw had increased my desire and I
went to rise but the weight of bare big breasts slapped me in the face as Mary
fell to her knees behind me and leant over my face. "Mmmmm mmmm mm" I wallowed
in her breasts kissing them and her nipples. The warm fleshy pillows spread
out over my nose and mouth as the weight on my face increased smothering me.
"Mmmmmm mmmm" I protested. I felt Mary wrap her arms around my chest pinning
my arms. "Maybe I should become a diary maid" I heard her chuckle as I
struggled for breath. "Would you like some milk, Jim?" she laughed. Despite
the pleasant place where my face was, I just wanted to breath.

To my relief Mary's breasts lift off me after what seemed several long minutes
and I lay on my back taking long deep breaths to recover. I am dimly aware
that Mary sitting is by my side until she takes my dick in her hand and starts
pumping again. "Hmm you're still very hard after that. Seems you really do
like me dominating you like that" she tells me as her strokes bring me almost
to the edge before releasing it once more. "Mary please don't stop. I need to
cum". She laughs loud then takes my right arm by the wrist and elbow then
pulls my head forward into her waiting legs. Like some predatory creature, her
legs wrap around my head and arm in a tight figure 4. I am pushed back roughly
to the floor as maintaining her scissor and arm lock, Mary rolls herself to
sit high upon my chest. Looking up at this Judo goddess with her gi jacket in
disarray with her breasts and pussy on show, I know what I want to do. "Please
Mary get on my face, let me worship you". She chuckles with a knowing smile
then slides forward over my mouth then also engulfing my nose with her sex.
"Into the oven you go dough boy" she says as she squeezed my head with her
legs at the same time as pressuring my arm pulling my face harder against her
pussy. "Now horny dog. Let's see you worship me properly or I'll break your
arm, crush your skull and suffocate you all at the same time" she demanded. I
didn't need telling, being completely dominated like this by her Judo skills
coupled with the way she had kept me with a permanent erection for who-knows
how many minutes using her pastry skills made me so horny and submissive that
I lapped and licked her love nest like a hungry dog. "Ohhhh so good you
naughty man" she moaned. Completely helpless under her sex, I was completely
engrossed in worshipping this dominant young Judo goddess although she kept my
head scissored tight and my arm stressed so hard while I lapped away at her
honey pot that I was genuinely frightened she would break my arm. "Ohh wowwww
lick my pantry clean dough boy" she moaned as I worshipped her with my tongue.
"Ohh mmm" her voice was breathy and she started rocking herself back and forth
on my face. Ouch she had forgotten about the arm lock as she worked into a
frenzy and was really stressing the joint badly. "Mmmmmm ohhhhhh" Mary forced
herself deeper on my face in long slides then came long and hard.

Pausing for a few breathes Mary slid off my face to my chest then pulled on my
arm forcing my head forward as she unwrapped her right leg from my neck and
rotated the other leg. Still with my arm trapped, she turned sideways and
knelt with her shin across my throat. Locking my arm with a single arm she
reached down to my groin with her other. "That was so good Jim, that I'm going
to reward you" she said as she took my rampant erection and slid her hand up
and down. "Sir Humphrey has his milk delivered from the dairy. Shame I think
I'd be good at milking, don't you?" her hand stroked at a steady pace, I
closed my eyes as I felt the pressure build up towards release. "Let me milk
you dry" she said increasing the tempo. After all of that long pent up denial
and the way she still had me helpless with her Judo, I responded quickly. A
few more pumps and I was shooting my load in a long powerful orgasm that had
me in bliss.

Unmounting me, Mary lay beside me for a few minutes. I stroked her long hair
as both of us breathed heavily after our exertion. "I had no choice Jim" I
heard her say. "They were going to repossess my parent's house unless I agreed
to do it. I'm sorry Jim". "Who are they Mary?. I might be able to help" I told
her but she suddenly moved away from me pulling my arm between her thighs in
an arm bar with her feet pressing against my body. "You can't help, they are
too big and powerful" she said. "Just as I am too powerful for you to handle"
she chucked maintaining the hold with ease for a long time as if to emphasise
her superiority over me. Raising her body and using her legs to stress the arm
lock she forced me to roll onto my side away from her. "Arggg" my arm hurts as
out of my sight she moves towards my head. Releasing my arm, I find myself
rolled to one side then other as she traps each arm under one of her thighs.
My head falls backs into her lap. "Well I must say that it was fun playing
with you Jim but now I must put you away for good" she said. Leaning over me
she takes a good hold of my T-shirt with her hands then twists the material
hard so I find the neck of the shirt constricting tightly around my throat. It
is useless there was nothing I could do except thrash my legs as Mary slowly
wrung my T-shirt tight around my neck. "I've no choice you understand. I have
to silence you" she said. "Urkkkk" I wanted to beg her no but I was chocking
and feeling light-headed. I was helpless, unable to stop this woman from
killing me!. I started to feel faint as she chocked off my air and blood to my
head. Slowly I slipped away.

By the time I came around and got myself together, it was too late. The
security guard at the gatehouse remembered Mary dressed in her leathers zoom
away on the back of a motorcycle with John driving. My mood darkened. This
wasn't a good day. I knew I had no choice. I had to dance with the devil.

A large darkened room somewhere in the Northern United States. Row upon row of
clean-cut men and women in USAF uniform sit in front of bank after banks of
computer screens. This is the American Dream; not the dream of the ordinary
hard working American but the dream of those to whom civil liberties is a
dirty word to be crushed under the heels of power. In front of one young
American an icon flashes red. He presses the icon on the screen, which brings
up a small side menu and selects "Replay" then listens through his headphones.

A man's voice: "John, one of Sir Humphrey's bodyguards, was present when I
discovered the encryption key on the bottom of the statue. Whoever it was
behind this would now have the key and the decoding device. All they need now
are the diaries and the secrets of the Bristlingdown hoard is theirs".

A woman's voice: "Why are you telling me this, Jim?"

The man's voice (Jim): "To warn the sisterhood. I know you have the diaries
under surveillance. Protect them while I'll go after the decoder".

The signal became faint as maybe the couple entered the shade of a tree or a
structure.

Woman: "Some in the sisterhood would rather see them destroyed, but I'll see
what I can do. There will be a cost you understand..."

The signal faded as either the couple moved out of range of the high altitude
drone.

The man has no idea what this means or why it has been flagged and selects
another menu item, his eyes widening to see that this was a priority 1
detection. He selects another item that forwards the recording, photographic
and geographic information captured by the drone to his superiors. Dismissing
the icon he turns back to listen to other interceptions.