Lady Helen's Daughter
By Jimp
Jim encounters a young girl and gets more than he expected then meets mum


(c) JIM P 2012

Thanks to Tomisbacknow (reallydude)

***a few years ago***

Adnan was nervous, no, he was absolutely terrified. He was hopelessly lost in
the maze of dingy dark underground tunnels as he had for the last half an
hour. Where had that beautiful young girl gone? Ever since he followed her
into the Forbidden Temple, he had lost track of her.

He could just imagine 'aunty' Cauldid laughing at him with her hands on her
exceptionally wide hips and her massive breasts wobbling over her big belly.
"Typical gutter scum; Completely inadequate; Scum of the Earth" she would spit
at him with her small mouth set in disapproval in her broad face with her
small dark eyes and wide nose wrinkled in disgust. Adnan shivered with the
memory a few days earlier, when she had done exactly that while instructing
him to dig the dirt on the new HR manager for the Mumbai region, Nandra
Ghandi. The big woman was incensed that the pretty young thing had come from
nowhere to take over Raj's job.

Cauldid trod on his hands with her big shapely meaty calves pressing down in
her high heels while looking down scornful as Adnan lay prostrate before her
trying not to cry out, knowing that would bring only worse punishment. The
grossly well fed superior ruthlessly saw off all those who threatened her
position as HR director at Tota. "You are scum of the earth; don't even think
about coming back here unless you have something on her. Now GO!" she screamed
hawking a big gob at him as he scrambled out of her luxurious office. In the
dark, Adnan hung his head in shame at the memory. It was true; aunty was upper
caste while he was the lowest of the lows.

In the dark, things seemed to move and flow towards him. He was sure that he
could smell the tang of stale blood of the uncountable that had been slain
here. This placed was forbidden for a reason yet the beautiful young woman had
no hesitation when she came in her. To stop the fear he thought of Nandra's
face. She was certainly beautiful with her long flowing black hair framing a
wide pleasant rounded face. High cheeks sporting a small beauty spot on the
left enhanced her moderately sized full lipped mouth which when she smiled
made you feel warm and automatically smiled back. A slim perfectly
proportioned nose divided her face, quite dainty and elegant. Either side were
large appealing eyes with deep brown irises and surrounded by thick black
lashes above which black eyebrows sat closely above. The skin below the eyes
looked loose and dark giving a sultry sleepy look but her bright eyes showed
she was fully alert.

Nandra might be beautiful but she was a tough business woman, steadfastly
refusing Cauldid's requests for her personnel files on the grounds of employee
privacy rights, whatever that was. Not that aunty would ever leave her plush
office in Goa to set foot in the filthy flea-ridden stinking suburbs as she
called them. Cauldid frightened him, always fearing that the obese grandiose
middle aged woman would fall upon him as he lay prostrate at her feet and
crush his puny skinny body, or that she would suffocate him to death with her
massive bust. Actually that was the only good thing about her, that huge wide
low hanging thrusting chest with nipples so large that they jutted from her
top made Adnan fearful of getting an erection in her presence. She would
probably cut it off with a letter opener.

What was that? He thought he heard something behind him, he whirled but there
was nothing he could see. Just rats he thought as he turned back. "Aeiii!" he
screamed as a glowing face appeared in front of him before realising that it
was Nandra standing with a small softly globing orb hung around her neck. How
did she sneak up on him so quietly? She had a pout of amusement on her lips
which he longed to kiss. "Did I scare you?" she said in a low sultry voice
that stirred Adnan's lingam. "No, of course not" he forced his voice to sound
level as he recovered from his fright. "You just caught me by surprise" he
admitted. How could anyone be scared of such a slim petite thing? Barely 5
feet 2 inches wearing a sleek black sari with red trim clinging to her shapely
contours.

As her mouth stretched into an enchanting wide smile which pushed up her
cheeks, Adnan relished the moment of being alone with this beauty. WHAM!
"Orrrrgh!" he groaned as her knee buried itself deep in his stomach spilling
his breath. He cursed himself for being distracted by her gorgeous smile and
tried not to crease up in front of her but failed. She gently placed a long
nailed finger on his lips. "Shhhh! You have every right to be scared" her deep
soft voice purred.

"Hai! Hai!" BLAM BLAM her hands slashed down on each side of his neck igniting
electric shocks of pain throughout his nervous system. He was shocked by how
hard her gentle elegant hands looked and then found to his horror that he
could not move. "Thinking of taking me alone down here" Nandra's seductive
voice purred. "I don't think so" she said with a smile which unnerved him. He
couldn't move, he really couldn't move a muscle, he was completely paralysed.
"How?" he gasped, surprised to find his voice still worked. "You should never
have entered my temple. It is forbidden" her words chilled him. "Hai!" BLAM
the side of her hand flashed out then struck a point in the centre of his
chest. He gasped as excruciating pain radiated out from his chest like fire
burning through his arteries and along his nerves.

The young beauty raised a knee, pulling back the hem of her sari to reveal a
lovely bare thigh which she forced between his legs and began rubbing while
staring into his eyes with a disturbingly amused smile. His lingam got hard in
no time. "Varma adi recognizes 108 marmas, 12 Padu marmas or death marmas
which are instantly fatal and 96 Thodu marmas or touch marmas" her husky soft
voice tugged at his groin. Adnan had heard of the Indian martial art but never
thought women were allowed to practice it let alone one so young. Her eyes
sparkled with excitement, her smile wide as her knee worked him to bursting
point within seconds. "There are also counter marmas to heal trauma" she
added. Her knee withdrew then she gently reached out to a spot behind his ear.
"Nnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnn!nnnnnn!" his seed immediately emptied into his pants.

"Hai!" he barely saw the young girl's hand as two outstretched fingers struck
a pressure point in the centre of his chest. She withdrew her fingers but the
pain remained growing more acute by the second. "Your heart and vital organs
are paralysed and will collapse in less than a minute" she informed him in a
chillingly level voice. "Tell me who sent you" she demanded. Adnan could feel
his heart failing. She mentioned something about healing. "Argh you-you can
stop it yes?" he gasped. "Of course" she replied in a level voice. "Cauldid"
he gasped. Nandra smiled then turned to leave, the darkness enveloping him as
her body obscured the light of the orb she carried. "Argh! You said you could
stop it" he gasped. He really felt unwell now. The young beauty looked back
over her shoulder. "Yes I can but I never said that I would. Give my regards
to Kali" her cold smile sent shivers down his spine even as his life flowed
away.

***now***

It was a big country manor with people going in and out all the time making it
easy to get past the gates posing as a delivery man. I then walked
inconspicuously as I could through 'downstairs' past the maids, admiring the
well turned calves and overflowing busts on some of them to find somewhere
quiet to hide out in the basement. It wasn't exactly breaking and entering but
it was still trespass. My narrow escape from Kate Eisenberg [JIMP#51], the
mature cougar who ran a hotel out Old Windsor way had at given me a lead to
her associate Helen. Once more Gerald, a former IT colleague of mine, tracked
the mobile number to this address in rural Hertfordshire.

Plugging in my earphones and keeping the volume low, I whiled away the hours
listening to music while watching the maids come and go through a crack in the
door, praying that they wouldn't need to open this one. Night time came and I
left my hiding place and stealthily snuck up stairs to the ground floor. I
cautiously peeked into each room to make sure that I wasn't walking into
another trap. Memories of how I'd been seduced into complacency by sexy mature
Kate who then kicked my arse made me determined not to let that happen again.
I'd been watching this place for a few days now and knew that the staff didn't
stay at night and the owner disappeared in her expensive looking sports car
and didn't return until the small hours of the morning. Something about the
way she sat at the wheel with a headscarf around her brown hair seemed vaguely
familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I opened another set of antique wooden double doors and found what looked like
the study, a large spacious room with a big writing desk and comfy leather
seat at one end and shelves upon shelves of old looking books. Entering and
closing the doors behind me, I spotted Indian antiques everywhere. Some looked
very ancient and undoubtedly expensive. In one corner in what almost looked
like a shrine there was a black ebony figurine of a goddess with two legs and
18 arms. Kali, as I had recently painfully found out from Kate who also had
one pride of place. This confirmed that Helen was a member of The Sisterhood
although she seemed to worship a different Goddess than Anahita which their
origins suggested. I had learnt the hard way that these women were dangerous,
secretive and only willing to help when it suited them. That was another
reason to avoid a direct confrontation until I knew what I was up against.
Strangely at one end of the room there were some bricks arranged in a vertical
brace and a thick concrete slab resting on two metal stands and other stuff
like that which looked highly out of place. I hate modern art and went over to
sit in the big leather chair behind the desk.

The top of the desk was neatly organised and a quick rummage revealed nothing
of interest, just day to day stuff to do with the running of the house and
estate. Opening the big ornate drawers, I searched for anything that would
give me an insight as to her interest in me. Odd but in the lower drawer there
was correspondence with the late Councillor Reginald Cole and millionaire arms
dealer John Davidson. That had been one of my early successes, exposing a
slave smuggling ring and corruption that led to the highest reaches of
Government. However that case had been years ago. What was Helen's connection
with that?

Just then the doors swing open and in stumbles a young girl barefooted wearing
a white nightdress and rubbing at her bleary eyes while dragging an oversized
teddy behind her. I was just as surprised as she was to see her standing
there, mentally kicking myself for not suspecting that Helen might have
children. Luckily the girl hadn't burst into a screaming fit but just looked
at me astonished to find a stranger in her house. Maybe she was still
half-asleep. "It's alright. It's just a dream. Go back to bed" I tell her
softly. Unfortunately that didn't work, the young girl just stood there
gawping at me playing with her pigtails that reigned in her wild wavy brown
hair. A thick bottom lip began to quiver as the reality hit her. What was I
going to do with her? Could I pretend to threaten her to sit down and keep
quiet or would that cause her to start screaming? Maybe I could tie her up and
gag her?

As I walk cautiously towards so as not to spook her, I realise that she is not
as young as I first thought. Standing about 5'4, she had a slender although
slightly boyish figure beneath her nightdress with a small but definite bust
which suggested that she was a teenager. The girl has a very round cheeked
face with a rounded chin under a small mouth with full plump lips set into a
natural diamond shaped petulant pout which makes her appear younger than she
was. This childlike impression was enhanced by a fresh faced youthful
complexion and quite large eyes with light brown irises with slim eyebrows
arching above between which sat a wide short stubby nose. Her hair is worn
very high off her forehead with a centre parting. As I got closer the teddy
slipped to the floor as the girl began nervously fumbling with her hair bands
until they slip off and her long hair comes free in a cascade of wavy brown
hair which falls over her ears to well down her back.

"What's your name?" I ask hoping to calm her down. The last thing I wanted was
a shrieking kid attracting attention. The pigtails had made her look young and
I hazarded she was in her mid-teens. "C-Caroline" she replied quietly as she
began to shake in fear. "Don't be frightened I won't hurt you" I told her
soothingly. She was looking down and I thought that she was about to burst
into tears. I rested a gentle hand on her shoulder to reassure her. Suddenly
her face whipped up looking at me right in the eyes with her mouth set in a
knowing smile that pushed up her high cheekbones. "No, but I am going to hurt
you" she said in a strong strident voice with a hint of posh and a look of
aloof confidence.

BLAM! Before the words had sunk in, my left eye was shut by a fist which just
whipped up in a blur. "Ouch!" the unexpected punch bit hard with bruising
intensity leaving my eye socket aching and my eye watering. Instantly hands
slapped down onto my shoulder and I looked back just in time to see a slim
bare leg snap up driving her knee right in my balls. BAM! "Argh!" her small
firm knee mashed my nuts painfully against my crotch. BAM! Her palm snapped
out smashing into my jaw and pushing my face back causing me to step away. The
young girl moved in a rapid series of defensive moves like a well oiled
machine.

The round cheeked girl whipped out her other palm towards my face and in alarm
I quickly pushed against the front of her shoulder to keep the feisty young
thing at a safe distance. With a chilling calculating look, her left arm shot
skywards knocking my arm away while her right shot upwards from the side of
her slim waist like a bullet towards my head. BLAM! A jaw crushing teeth
rattling punch hammered my chin with shocking strength, whipping my head back
so hard that I saw explosions of light and patches of black. Jeese this girl
could really punch. I had barely thought that when moving confidently and
fast, her hand streaked in a low underarm arc from her waist and her palm
slapped my aching balls. WHAP! "Ooorghh!" I cried in anguish. Her slender hand
closed up painfully tight around my balls. "Orrgh!" I cried trying to prise
her hand away but she clung on like a nutcracker. "My mother taught me how to
deal with plebs like you" Caroline's voice was strident and strong and rang of
upper class snobbery. "Don't think all upper class women are rich lazy bitches
who need servants to protect them" she added. Her light brown eyes drilled
into me with a hard coldness and I knew I wouldn't overpower her easily. She
was the type of girl who would go down punching and kicking to the last.

"Typical chauvinistic male who thinks they can whoa!" she cried out as I
slapped my palm into her face and pushed her head back. As she let go of my
throbbing nuts, I shoved her away forcefully but she sprang right back with
cold hard fury in her face. The hem of her nightdress lifted giving a brief
glimpse of long slim athletic looking thigh before it became a flash of skin.
BLAM! "Argh!" the top of her foot clubbed the side of my chest. No sooner had
it dropped back to her waist than it was already lifting for another kick.
Unable to get my mind around this turn of events and, ignoring the sting in my
side, I quickly stepped forward and gave her another hard shove. This time
standing only on one leg as the other lashed forwards, she was unbalanced and
fell to the floor, her foot missing me by less than 3 inches.

"Stop it, Caroline. I don't want to hurt you" I told the angry looking round
cheeked girl as she lay on her back. Her mouth was set in a petulant pout that
pushed up her cheeks as if she was amused. She waved her finger beckoning me
towards her. "What?" I leant over to ask. BLAM! A bare leg shot up from the
floor and hammered my jaw. "Ouch!" she had a kick like a mule making me see
stars as it rocked my head. "You've got that right you oiyk" Caroline snarled
as I staggered upright trying to get out of reach of her legs. "Now hop!" she
said then threw her lithe young body into a spin over to her front but before
she hit the floor she put down a hand and threw herself back. A shapely leg
kicked back in a flash, her nightdress lifting to reveal a sensationally
compact backside in skimpy pink floral knickers. PAF! PAF! Her leg swung
around the back of my legs and kicked the back of my knees in rapid
succession, scything my legs from under me. BAM! I went down on my backside.

"Nnnn!" I grunted as the young girl flung herself across my chest. I grabbed
her hands to try to control her but was surprised to find that it wasn't as
easy as expected. Her arms were stiff, resisting me and going off in different
directions as I tried to get her under control. Then she started pressing back
against me and I discovered that she was a lot stronger than she looked and we
found ourselves in deadlock. "Don't you know that the upper classes are
naturally superior to lower class scum like you" Caroline sneered through
gritted teeth as I tried in vain to control her arms. I was uncomfortably
aware that I was getting turned on wrestling with a capable teenage girl and
tried to ignore it and focus on getting her under control. Suddenly she lifted
a leg into the air and dropped it like a guillotine on top of my right arm
pressing it down and sandwiching it between her legs. She tightly scissored my
arm and I tried to ignore the warmth of her crotch against my trapped forearm
while her nightdress rucked up around the top of her bare thighs. With one
hand free, the wild wavy haired teen was using both hands to force down my
left arm. I couldn't let this happen; I should be able to cope with a pretty
young teenage girl and a privileged one at that. I began to wriggle and buck
my body, pleased to see her bounce around as I began to dislodge her.

She was a feisty one, no sooner than I thought I dislodged her then she leapt
astride my chest in a high pin. For a moment all I could do was look up at
this fresh faced girl with the natural pout as she looked down at me wearing a
white night dress over a slender looking frame. Her youth, elfin looks and
budding femininity contrasted with her tough fighting spirit was stirring
feeling it shouldn't. "Mummy says the lower classes should be thrown back in
the workhouse" she says. Suddenly her smile gets wider, a bit saucy as she
hitched up the hem of her nightdress to expose the skimpy pink briefs. I
couldn't help glancing at them. "Men, you're all the same!" she said in
disgust.

Before I could say a word she jumped forward onto my face. "Mmmm mmm!" the
bottom of my nose is pressed against a young girl's pretty panties with my
mouth beneath. The back of her thighs lay loose over my cheeks. It was one of
the sexiest most dominant positions that a woman can get a man, except I was
acutely aware of how young this girl was. "That's the rightful place for a
man" she told me. I had a teenage daughter about her age and I hoped she never
spoke like that. "Mmmm!" this wasn't a good position to be in if someone were
to walk in right now. "You plebs should learn your proper position in life"
she tells me arrogantly. "We will bring back domestic service and make it
compulsory" she added in a young snooty voice.

I grabbed her long slender legs to try and pull them off my face. As I did so
they resisted my efforts and to my surprise her firm thighs swelled with
strong hard muscle beneath her silky smooth skin. Maybe she'd got those legs
from horse riding or athletics and I'm afraid I couldn't resist running my
hands along their length enjoying the feel of her young muscles. "What are you
doing?" she exclaimed. "Are you feeling me up? You dirty old man". "Offfph!"
the girl jumped backwards with her long wild hair flying around and landed
astride my chest. "I know how to deal with perverts like you, Mister Priest"
Caroline told me raising her fists. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Her small hard fists
rained down on my cheeks with stinging bruising strength. Boy could this girl
punch hard! I grabbed her fists to stop her battering me black and blue. Once
more I found her resisting all my efforts to control her slender arms,
surprised by how deceptively strong she was. Struggling with the wild haired
elfin face teen sitting on my middle, I managed to sit up and push her to the
floor. Before I even had a chance to get to her to pin her, Caroline had
swiftly rolled out of my reach and leapt to her feet in a swirl of white
cotton nightdress and bare legs. I quickly scrabbled to my feet, worried that
she might make get away to raise the alarm.

However instead of running the teen aged girl was facing me and waiting. "How
do you know my name?" I ask. Her wide eyes narrowed and her thick lipped pout
widens into a knowing smile. Her face might be round cheeked and soft but I
realised that this pretty teenager was tough and wouldn't back down readily.
Her fists rose like a seasoned pugilist while her wide brown eyes bore into me
with a calculating coldness. "Why, Mummy was expecting you, Mister Priest" the
corners of her full diamond shaped mouth turned up in a sneer of derision. A
yawning pit opened up in my stomach. This was a trap and I need to get out of
here before it was sprung. I had no doubt that Helen would be some powerful
Amazon with big muscles who would beat the crap out of me or worse.

I looked towards the door, between it and I was this wild haired teenage toft
girl who was pretty but hard as nails. She'd noted my gaze. "Thinking of
running away?" she sneered. "Too tough for you am I?" she added. "Please, I
don't want to fight you. I'm just going to leave quietly, OK?" I replied
speaking softly to calm her down. "You can't fight anyway. You're a
chauvinistic loser" she sneered. Not taking her hard gaze off me, her hand
moved to her hip. The hem of her nightdress slid over her right hip to her
waist. My eyes were automatically drawn to her pink floral undies cut very
high over her slim hips and sitting very low on her lower abdomen. "Don't you
want to touch me up? Have your wicked way with me?" she asked pushing out her
bare right hip. Her hand rubbed her hip suggestively while she tilted her head
coyly. My eyes ran over her long slender legs and noticed the play of long
sleek muscle in her lithe thighs. "Do you think I've got good legs?" she asked
softly. "Yes, very er nice" I admitted. "Not too heavy even though I'm quite
sporty" her voice was quite and soft. I realised with a start that she was
trying to be seductive. Maybe she was trying to delay me until her mother came
home but I couldn't take the chance. I wasn't going to be seduced by a girl
hardly older than my own daughter.

"I'm sorry Caroline but I'm not interested like that" I tried to walk around
her but she moved with me blocking my way with her fists raised once more. Her
face hardened from pretty elfin into pretty tough girl. The way her body began
to sway slightly back and forth with her fists ready for action made me
uneasy. Her tough confidence and stance made it looked like she knew what she
was doing and that unnerved me. "That's not what Mummy says. She says you're
always putting it about with women who are stronger than you" she replied.
"Who is your mother?" I asked. The words had barely left my lips when her
fists did the talking BLAM! Bruising pain blasts my jaw like she had just hit
me with a hammer, whipping my head back in a blaze of dark and light.

My vision clears to see the wild haired teen confidently launching another
punch. Out of fear of getting hit again I threw up my arm in front of my face.
PHAP! Ouch! Her hard fist hammered my forearm making it sting and feel numb. I
was shocked by how strong that punch was. A wave of annoyance crosses her
features and she swung again. PHAP! Ouch! Again I manage to stop her fist
smashing my face and I grab her hand before she can pull it back and try
again. "Stop it Caroline. You know how to throw a punch but I'm not going to
fight you. You're going to stand there quietly and let me leave" I tell her.
"Garrr!" she growled and snatched her hand back angrily. "I know how to defend
myself from pigs like you" she snarled harshly. She immediately lashed out
with her fist swinging around towards my head. BAM! Ouch! More by accident
than design our arms collided at the crook of our arms. "Garr!" she growled
again unhooking her arm. I got prepared to stop as she began to swing her
right arm again. BLAM! "Orrrrgh!" I groaned in agony as her left fist hammered
underhanded into my gut. "That was a basic feint, Mister Priest. Get over it"
she said haughtily with a smug look of superiority.

"Huhnnnn!" I groaned creasing up around the cramps in my stomach watching
helplessly as the young girl pulled back her fist with a wide smile on her
face pushing up her round cheeks. "Meet the superior sex, Mister soft-belly
Priest" she said then a blur streaked towards my face. BLAM! Orrrr! My jaw! I
staggered back with my head reeling and my teeth and jaw aching. "BLAM!"
another hard left to the jaw whipped my head back so hard I felt disoriented.
"KABLAM!" her fist was a rocket colliding under my jaw and I felt my legs turn
to jelly and I felt woozy. "You're as pathetic as Mum says, Mister Priest"
Caroline sneered as I stumbled awkwardly back away from the young girl in the
white night dress.

I really didn't like the idea of hitting a girl but knew I had to get Caroline
under control. The posh girl was just too wild and quick with her fists. I
needed to stop her up quickly, she was just a kid after all and I was a grown
man. Surely it shouldn't be that difficult? However when I made a grab for her
she nimbly skipped out of the way. "Hei!" the hem of her nightdress kicked up
as her bare leg whipped incredibly fast rising high. BLAM! The top of her foot
crashed into my cheek with surprising strength. "Yap!" Without lowering it,
the leg swiftly reversed direction whipping around backwards. BLAM! Her bare
sole struck the other cheek spinning my face around from one side to the other
in a blast of aching stinging pain. With shocking speed and confidence, the
teen seized my wrist and lent back. "Hai!" BLAM! Her leg whipped backwards in
a high arc striking my head like a club scrambling my senses. Instead of
dropping, the calve draped over my upper arm which she was still holding and
snapped back. BLAM! The top of her foot blasted my face at close range in the
opposite direction. In an instant I knew that this teen knew how to defend
herself and that I was in trouble.

Still holding my arm, the tousled haired girl raised her knee horizontally
between us. "Kah!" the lower leg snapped straight in a frightening blur. BLAM!
"Nnnnagh!" the sole of her bare foot hammered my chest hard. As quick as
lightning and without returning her foot to the floor she spun sideways and
kicked back. "Hai!" BLAM! Her foot rocketed against my jaw whipping my head
back so hard that I saw stars and sending my body hurtling backwards. I
stumbled into a small side table, knocking it over. "Oh do be careful of the
antiques or Mummy will take it out of your hide" Caroline said with a pout. As
my head rang with the strength of her kicks, I knew that I was out of my
depth.

Caroline approached me with a smirking smile upon her face pressing up her
prominent cheek bones like she knew that she was the superior fighter. In fact
I wasn't a fighter at all so I tried to back away from the shorter girl but
her legs just seemed to be everywhere. "Hai! Hah!" BAM BAM a glimpse of bare
leg as the top of her foot blasted my side and chest in rapid succession
within a single move. I was up against a cute teenage Karate expert and the
thought scared me yet turned me on all the same. "Hai-Hah!" WHUMPH WHUMPH with
a chilling focussed look, her right fist hammered my gut a bare moment before
the left smashed my face. "Hai!" WHUMPH "Borrph!" the next second her leg
snapped out driving her foot against my lower chest the power of the kick
sending me sprawling across the room until the back of my legs hit a bookcase.

"Hai!" With my back against the unit, the fresh faced teen spun, her long
tousled hair flying out and the hem of her nightdress lifting as she leant
slightly away from me and powered another lightning fast high kick towards my
head. BAM! Ouch! The top of her shin smashed into my forearm which I had
raised in fear to protect my face. I tried to grab her hands to pull her close
and restrain her but the girl reacted instantly. BAM! "Oorrrrgh!" I groaned as
the lovely teen's foot snapped right between my legs crushing my nuts
painfully against the underside of my body. "Serves you right you chauvinistic
pig" the elfin face posh tough girl snarled.

"Hai!" KERBLAM! Caroline's bare leg shot up vertically and I caught a glimpse
of hard calve muscle the moment before her sole blasted my jaw back so hard
that the back of my head crashed against the bookcase. "Ouch!" that hurt as my
head caught a shelf. Antique leather bound books tumbled all around me.
"Females are the superior fighters of the species, Mister Priest" the pretty
round faced girl snarled. My mind span, I was completely dazed under the
powerful kicks of a teenage girl.

The athletic looking leg arced high again, much too fast to avoid. "Hai!"
BLAM! The pads beneath her toes smashed into my temple sending me reeling with
a blinding headache, my chest collapsing across the low cupboard like front of
the bookcase knocking over ornaments. I pressed myself away from the unit to
put some distance between us, but she was too quick. "Hei!" her nightdress
kicked up and a flesh coloured streak arced high. BLAM! Her toes caught me
right behind the ear sending numbing shocks of pain knocking me sideway
stumbling across the room trying not to fall. "Haeeya!" to my horror the young
teen leapt into the air flying towards me, her nightdress billowing around
firm toned athletic legs. BLAM! Her leg kicked out hammering me in the chest
with shocking force sending me sprawling across the room, tripping over a
large footstool and crashing to the floor.

"So you're the big bad private dick" she laughed as I scrambled to my knees
behind the footstool. "Limp dick more like" she mocked. Looking at Caroline's
youthful rounded face framed by unruly hair with her big light brown eyes and
thick lipped pout, the thought that she was a martial arts expert beating the
stuffing out of me turned me on but my head and chest hurt too much to want to
experience anymore of it. As she took a step towards my position with a smug
smile I noticed that the stool I fell over had casters. I quickly shoved it
towards her and it shot off gliding smoothly over the highly polished
floorboards tripping her up. Quickly on my feet, I leant over to subdue her
but she was nimble and fast. Pulling back her nightdress to reveal a nice
slender bare leg, it kicked up in an instant. BLAM! "Orrghh!" I wailed in
anguish as the sole of her foot hammered my balls. "That's how inferior men
are. Having their reproductive organs on the outside" the pretty girl sneered
at my pained face.

Too distracted by the horrible throbbing aching pain in my balls, I could only
watch helplessly as Caroline brought her knees either side of my right leg
then kicked around the back of my leg. WHUMP I fell forwards onto my front
with my lower right leg bent back trapped between her calves. BAM! "Ouch!" The
girl folded her right leg back then snapped it out immediately bruising my
cheek.

Caroline knelt close to my head, showing off a lot of lean toned leg as she
seized my wrist and pulled it behind my back. "What's wrong? Can't the big
flabby old man handle a fit young girl?" she mocked as she pressed my hand
between my shoulder blades forcing me to my knees. Her pretty face was so
close to the side of mine as she yanked my wrist painfully reminding me
constantly of just how young she was. I felt so humiliated to be dominated by
a girl so young and it stirred my groin. "Ouch!" I cried as she yanked my hand
up my back hard. "Get up you male pig. I've only just begun to put you in your
rightful place" she told me sternly. "Please Caroline stop" I begged as she
forced me to my feet in a humiliating stoop as she twisted my hand behind me.
"Shut up, pleb!" she snapped. "No!" I cried in alarm as her knee sped towards
me from the side. BLAM! "Argh!" her knee hammered the centre of my chest as
the top of her thigh hit across the right hand side. BLAM! "Oghh!" the point
of her elbow punched the back of my shoulder close to the neck. "Defeated by a
young girl; Mister limp dick. You have a lot to learn about fighting" she
mocked. If it hadn't been for my wrist locked behind my back, I would have
fallen to the floor.

Releasing my arm, Caroline grabbed the front of my shirt and held my sagging
beaten form with my face close to her budding chest. Her light brown eyes
stared deep into mine, letting me savour her smirk of victory and her
youthfulness. "You're so pathetic. I could have finished you off anytime I
wanted" she taunted. She smiled with those pouting full lips pushing up those
rounded checks or was it a smirk? "I'm going to play with you until Mummy
comes home. Give you such a hard beating that you will be begging me to put
you out of your pathetic misery" these words spoken calm and as matter of fact
from such a cute young girl had my dick stiffening although they filled me
with dread. Deliberately slowly, Caroline drew back her fist. "Please no" I
begged. "Tough" she said. BLAM! Her leg swung forward catching me by surprise,
the front of her shin clubbing my aching balls. BLAM! Her fist clobbered my
left eye leaving it stinging and raw.

So swift and graceful, the elfin faced teen spun, her nightdress riding at her
hips as a leg sprang out in a high sidekick. BERLAM! The sole of her foot
exploded right in the middle of my face with excruciating pain and I fly back
with blood trickling from my nose. WAM! My back crashes hard into the carpeted
floor. "Such a pathetic class. What use are you apart from providing us with
slaves" she mocked walking steadily towards me. Oh God! I'm really frightened
of this teenager, too winded to even think of fighting back. I scrambled
backwards as she approached steadily and confidently like a teenaged female
terminator. My back comes up against a wooden post and glancing back I see
that I've backed myself in the corner with the modern artwork.

I quickly scrabbled behind the piece which to my eye just looks like a
vertical wooden pole with thick rope around the top holding a standard house
brick horizontal with another vertically on top. Undoubtedly this probably
cost tens of thousands of pounds or some equally silly price. Caroline isn't
fazed. "Hiding Mister Priest?" she says with a wide smirk. "Hai!" she
screamed, making me jump and my groin lurch. The petite girl's open hand
slashed sideways and my groin lurched again as the side of her hand sliced
right through the on-end brick like a hot knife through butter. "Are you
scared yet?" she asks in a teasing voice. Oh God yes. To my amazement,
Caroline puts one hand on the end of the remaining horizontal brick then
raises her right hand, open palmed with the fingers together and a grim pout
on her face. "Haieyah!" she screamed loudly, making my bits lurch again as the
side of her hand flashed down and two half bricks fall to the floor cut clean
in half by a teenage girl. "Hai!" she yells again making me jump once more as
she brings the side of her fist down upon the wooden post like a mallet.
CRACK! I watch in awe and stiffening cock as the post splits right down the
middle from top to bottom.

Oh my God! She really is like a terminator! As she kicks the broken remains of
the post away and continues to stride towards me with a look of malice in her
cold hard eyes, I scramble backwards in panic behind another piece of modern
art. This one resembles a stack of three concrete airbricks held vertically by
wooden spacers. It suddenly dawns on me that this might not be modern art
after all. "YAI!" she yelled loudly making my dick lurch once more as the side
of her hand smashes cleanly through all three slabs. Oh God, she's awesome,
I'm getting a hard-on and I'm an intruder in her house that she wants to beat
to a pulp.

"Imagine this is your body, Mister Priest" the girl in the nightdress tells me
then turns to her side where there is what must be a 6 inch thick wooden post
held horizontally between two cast iron supports. I watch in awe and a growing
stiffy as Caroline lithely kicks her right leg high into the air. Her
nightdress rucks up to expose all of her legs and although slender I can see
that they are athletic, fit and toned. The top of her bare thigh hits her
chest. Bounces and falls rapidly like an axe. CRACK! The thick wood split in a
wide diagonal break and collapsed in the middle falling to the floor as two
broken pieces. The display of power has me sporting an absolute boner for the
teenage girl. It's no use trying to deny it; the sheer awesome fighting
superiority of this young girl had me as hard as a rock.

I think she noticed because her smile and the gleam in her eyes uncomfortably
knew. "Hmmm. I've never had that reaction before" she says then rolled up the
sleeves of her nightdress and flexed both arms. I watched in awe as her
slender arms thickened significantly in the middle becoming more solid. I
noticed how thick her forearms were at the base. Her slender wrists, her hands
formed into fists above, sloped outwards almost like triangular sails with
raised tendons. Her biceps were sleek low lying hills yet a solid dense mass
of undeniable muscle. "Bet you never thought women could have muscles?" she
stated. "Actually I did although I never expected such nice biceps on a
teenage girl" I admitted. "They're powerful man destroyers. Enough to punch
your puny lights out"" she stated arrogantly then proceeded to flex them a few
more times. Her biceps seemed to get bigger especially the right one which was
a lot larger and denser They weren't big defined peaked monsters like a
bodybuilder but nice hard smooth hills of someone fit and undoubtedly strong
muscle. "Wow!" I gasped. "Feel them. Feel my power or I'll use you for a punch
bag again" she demanded. Without hesitation, I stepped forwards and ran my
hands over her upper arms enjoying the feel of her small but hard muscle under
her soft smooth skin. My palms also traced the soft curve at the bottom of her
flexed arm. "Nice triceps too" I admitted. "You have nicely developed arms" I
told her softly. She smiled when I told her this and she seemed to be calming
down, although I had to admit that I was really enjoying the opportunity to
feel a nicely developed pair of female arms. I still felt a bit guilty about
groping a young girl's muscles like this but at least she was a teenager.

"Boys are frightened of my muscles, they are scared rigid. However you are
just rigid" she said with a saucy smile. "Um yes. They are very sexy" I
admitted still feeling the hard shapeliness of her arms. Caroline raised her
knee and placed a foot on a coffee table. Raising the bent leg onto her toes,
I saw the side of her calve flex into a hard slab of U shaped muscle. "Nice" I
ran my hand over that too. That's when she pulling her night dress over her
head. "Woah! What are you doing?" I exclaimed with shock. I had to admit I
fell quiet when the rising item of clothing revealed her slender well toned
legs with quite definite sleek inner and outer thigh muscles then her skimpy
high cut briefs. As it rose higher, it revealed a boyish trunk but I was
stunned to see her broad stomach sported a densely cut gridwork of muscle.
"Great abs" I told her, impressed. "Wow!" I gasped again in admiration as I
placed my hand on her stomach and ran it over the white chocolate slabs amazed
by the deep furrows between.

Caroline turned around a quarter of a turn with her arm bent by her side. I
saw a slight hard rise of her relaxed bicep and a hint of bicep vein. She
looked at me over her shoulder. "Do you like my arse?" she teased and now that
she had mentioned it I couldn't help looking at her nice compact tight
backside. "Very nice" I mumbled embarrassed to be saying that to the teen.
Standing in front of me in only her undies, the girl flexed her biceps again.
"Wow!" I gasped once more as I saw her back become a rippling mass of sexy
muscle. "Amazing!" I said as I ran my hands over the hard rocky lumps and
bumps which resembled a rugged contour map on her back. "I told you I was
sporty" Caroline said proudly.

She turned around to face me once more and flexed a double biceps pose again,
clearly proud of her muscles. "You look amazing" I told her earnestly. This
teenage girl had an athletic fit toned body. "Does it get you hard?" the girl
asked in a teasing voice. "Please don't talk like that. I'm old enough to be
your father" I replied. "I didn't hear you complaining when you were feeling
me up" she said. The teasing smile hardened. "Kiss my superior body. Kiss it
like your life depends on it, which it will. Do it! You chauvinistic oiyk" she
demanded then began flexing her biceps several times to pump them up some
more. Wow they did seem to be getting bigger and harder. "What if your mum
catches us?" I asked trying to put her off whatever it was she had in mind.
"Oh she will kill you. Probably crush you to death between her thighs the way
she breaks in horses" she replied. I hesitated and her expression grew
annoyed. She raised her right arm flexing then relaxing it over and over. "I
suggest you do as you are told. You've already seen what this beauty can do to
you" her tone was threatening and I had to admit that her right bicep was
looking pretty solid and menacing.

"Too late" BLAM! That powerful looking bicep propelled her fist at terrifying
speed right in the middle of my face, snapping my head brutally back, my face
stinging and what felt like a cut under my eye under the harsh impact. "You've
had your chance for me to be nice to you but now you've blown it" Caroline
told me. She looked so young yet her blocky middle displayed a breath taking
deeply cut six pack was a direct contradiction and her raised fists echoed
that toughness. "Caroline please let's talk about this" I pleaded not wanting
to face more punishment from her fists. "Yah!" suddenly she fell to the floor,
her legs spreading in opposite directions, landing in a full facing split. My
dick lurched; girls doing the splits have a funny effect on men. "Kiaa!" she
yelled and her fist shot out. WHAP "Uung!" I grunted in agony as her hard
punch rocked my already abused balls.

Crouching over as a dreadful ache spread from my groin, I watched helplessly
as the young girl grabbed the front of my shirt with her left hand and drew
back her right fist. "How pathetic the male of the species is" she sneered
then let fly. BLAM! Her fist hammered my right eye leaving it watering,
stinging and bruised. "Stop me toying with you if you can" the young girl said
acting very confident and smug as she beat me up. I Caught a glimpse of her
lean sleek thigh swelling with strength as she brought up her fists once more.
BLAM! A crushing uppercut clashed my teeth together painfully. BLAM followed
by a bruising roundhouse punch to the cheek had me rolling across the room
trying to escape the onslaught.

"KEEAYAH!" she screamed making me jump and I watched in terrified awe as the
teenager leapt high into the air. Her crotch rose level with my face with one
leg bent at the knee while the other stretched out as she flew towards me.
BERBLAM! The sole of her foot crashed into my face with terrifying force. Such
awesome face-mashing power propelled me at great speed backwards across the
room. My unstoppable motion sending me crashing through the remains of the
brick sculptures before I tripped and fell to the floor.

Staggered by the power of the young girl's kick, I tried to get to my feet but
I was too woozy. "Eeeeyah!" Caroline's yell made me cringe in terror. A lean
toned leg hurtled towards me then connected kicking my head like it was a
football. BLAM! More face aching pain and I was hurled backwards across the
floor.

Ouch my mind whirled in a daze; I felt completely punch drunk, my face felt
bruised and battered, aching badly all over. The young teen strode towards me
intent on completely mashing my face. I only managed to get to my knees before
she struck. "That's right bow before the superior sex of the superior class"
she said arrogantly then raised both hands, open palmed. "Hai!" WHAP! Twin
bolts of crushing lightening chopped either side of my neck, sending shearing
bolts of electric pain spreading throughout my nervous system. But she hadn't
finished yet. She struck like a thunderbolt. "Yah!" twisting on one foot, her
right leg fired towards me like the hammer of the gods. BLAM! My battered face
was blasted once more hurling me back into a low cushion chair.

Caroline leapt onto my lap. In a total daze, I could only dumbly look at the
gridwork of muscle on her hard toned stomach in the gap between her skimpy
briefs and lacy bra. The toned hard stomach of an attractive posh young teen
in just her undies whose lean toned legs pinned my hands, whose young crotch
pressed against my groin. "Oh you filthy old man!" Caroline exclaimed as she
felt my erection beneath her. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Her hard strong punches
rained down in a constant barrage on my face keeping me in a helpless daze as
she mashed up my face. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! My face felt like it was breaking, my
vision a constant blur as the teen pounded me with her hard fists, my head
lolling dumbly under each pounding blow. Finally the terrible barrage stopped
and she hurled me to the floor. My mind was in a daze, every square inch of my
face hurt and ached. I just wanted to get away from the teenage source of the
pain and found myself crawling across the carpet towards the door with
Caroline's humiliating laughter in my ears. "That's it, crawl on your belly
like the lower class scum that you are" she mocked.

A pair of shiny black boots blocked my way, form fitting black leather boots
with very high heels. I forced my battered face to look up to see a pair of
tight fitting shiny black leather boots. The boots just went on and on as I
looked further up, they are thigh boots adorning very long shapely legs. Above
this is a sexy black PVC outfit clinging to a very shapely body. Looking past
a firm flat stomach my gaze is halted by a very large overhanging bust. "Well.
Look what the cat has dragged in" a plum upper case voice said. A familiar
voice from the past which sent shivers down my spine.

I forced my gaze higher. Even allowing for my position on my belly at her
feet, the woman must be well over 6 feet tall, at least 6'5". With dawning
realisation of my stupidity my eyes reach a familiar face, oval in shape with
a slender nose, a generous mouth with thick. An attractive upper class woman
stared down at me with contempt, her long light brown hair tied up behind her
head. "That Helen" I gasp, mentally kicking myself. "Lady Helen to you, Mister
Priest" Lady Helen Windthorpe corrected me harshly [JIMP#4,6].

Although I felt like hell after the battering her teenage daughter had given
me, I forced myself to my feet in front of the very tall aristocratic woman. I
had to admit that the shiny black PVC dress clung to her shapely long figure
in an incredibly appealing manner. A knowing smirk appeared on her thick
lipped wide mouth as she watched me run my eyes over her amazing figure with
steady stiffening in my pants. I tried and failed not to ogle at the large
fleshy semi-spherical orbs brazenly on display in the wide neckline which
plunged almost to her navel. This made it abundantly clear that her impressive
firm big bust was supported without need of a bra. A necklace around her long
neck disappeared into that deep inviting canyon between her breasts. I
couldn't see it, but I knew it held a pendant of the multi-limbed Goddess
Anahita. In truth, I had forgotten what a stunningly statuesque figure this
rich bitch had. "That's right take a good gawp at perfection, Mister Priest"
She sneered.

I am 5 feet 9 inches and felt like a midget next to this Amazon, having to
crane my neck to look at her hard sternly attractive face which looked down at
me with obvious distaste. This close to the dominant upper class horsewoman
[JIMP#4], there were a few wrinkles and creases indicating that she was older
than when we had last met but still achingly good looking. Dressed in a sexy
PVC mini-dress and thigh-boots with sheer black nylons covering thick firm
upper thighs in the gap in between with a hard look of displeasure, she looked
dangerous. "Explain to me what exactly you are doing alone in my house with my
daughter in that state of undress, Mister Priest?" the words were cold,
clipped and chilling. "Apparently walking into a trap which you set" I
answered defiantly. This woman's snobbish attitude got my back up just as it
did all those years ago. "Besides, I didn't know that you were married" I said
glancing at Caroline who was watching with a bemused expression.

Lady Helen didn't answer straight away but stared at me with her mouth grimly
straight as if appraising me. The harshness in her face detracted from her
natural beauty, her large chest rising and falling softly. Finally she
answered in aloofly "Not that it is any of your business but it was a matter
of necessity to preserve the female blood line. Once he had served his purpose
I disposed of him and subsumed his assets". "So why have you lured me here?" I
asked. The aristocrat looked displeased and thrust out her large chest. Since
this was nearly at eye level I couldn't help stare at the sensational rounded
orbs trying to escape her top. "That's right Mister Priest. Take a good gawp.
Hai!" her fist shot out from the side of waist and plunged deep into my gut.
"Urrrrgh!" I groaned, creasing over and finding myself looking down at the hem
of her mini dress where sheer black nylons peaked atop her thigh-length boots.
Despite being winded it was a sexy sight. "It is not your position in life to
query your superiors" her sophisticated voice was cold and hard.

Gasping and winded I was caught off guard as the big busted slim bodied tall
woman seized my right wrist. A long high-heeled thigh-boot stepped back poised
for destruction. "Hnnn!" I grunted struggling for breath, paralysed by the
cramps in my middle to do anything but watch. "You will be punished for your
insolence" she said then the sensational looking boot rose rapidly towards my
face. KERBLAM! It felt like she'd just swung a cricket bat into my face. My
head whiplashed in a spray of blood and jagged patches of bright colours and
black blurring my vision.

My body flew back until a sharp tug on my arm pulled me roughly back in front
of the stunning PVC clad figure. "You really should have taken heed to my
warning when we first met" Lady Helen's face was cold and stern as she gripped
the front of my shirt with her other hand. My head just nodded limply as she
held me up. "I told you to mind your own business" she snarled, her lip
curling back to reveal perfect white teeth. Turning her hip against me, her
smile was wide, smirking, knowing the effect that sight of her body from the
side had upon men. Dazed and struggling to breathe once more, I stared numbly
at the stunning contrast between her small waist and large forward thrusting
bust. "Physically superior" she said then whipped my right arm into the air
then flung it down in a forward arc. Woah! My body spun head over heels in a
tight circle with dizzying speed.

KASLAM! My back slammed into the carpet. "Orrphh!" the jolt got my breathing
working after a fashion. I found myself on my back with her feet behind my
head looking up along those incredibly long, sexy high heel boots. Suddenly I
remembered Bobby telling me how she used those heels to inflict pain [JIMP#6]
and tried to get out their way. But the tall upper class domme still had hold
of my right arm. Lady Helen, crouched down astride my waist, her long legs
folding elegantly beneath her as she applied a wrist lock forcing me to roll
over to my side. "I don't have to explain myself to plebs like you" she said
in a cold posh voice. "Understand?" she asked stressing the joint. "Yes!" I
gasped nodding furiously.

"Argh! Argh!" bending my wrist back and applying an arm lock, Lady Helen rose
while keeping me writhing in pain at her feet. "Kiss my feet Mister Priest.
That's what your kind was born for" she demanded arrogantly. There was no way
I was going to grovel to this stuck up bitch that was born into a privileged
lifestyle at the expense of ordinary people like my working class ancestors.
"Argh!" however as I looked up along her sexy leather boots I saw the hem of
her mini-dress had risen up showing stocking tops. Those shiny pillars of
leather slid either side of my neck, her ankles closing tight as she released
my arm. "Argh!" I found myself looking up at her ladyship as she scissored my
neck between her ankles and lower calves. "Argh!" I clutched at the tall
leather columns squeezing my neck firmly. I could feel the leather hug the
contours of her long sensuous calves as they exerted their strength.

"Crush the weak" she sneered. "Trample the poor". I wriggled and writhed on my
back but my neck was clamped fast by daintily slim ankles that were exerting a
terrific inward force. I gazed along the length of the form fitting
thigh-boots raised up upon high stiletto heels, appearing like twin
skyscrapers from where I lay. I don't know what it is about a woman wearing
contour hugging boots especially leather ones but it is a very sexy look.
"Argh!" I groaned again writhing helplessly from the power of the strong legs.

"Kkkarghh!" the thigh-boots twisted to one side forcing my neck to bend
awkwardly, choking me. "I could snap your puny neck like a twig" she sneered
as I tugged in vain at her kinky boots. "Kkrgh!" she twisted my neck the other
way with her strong calves. My hands clasped at her ankles but they would not
yield. "Plenty of horse riding, Mister Priest. That's what keeps the legs of
upper class women strong and powerful. More than enough to put the lower
classes in their place" she stated. My hands roamed along her calve marvelling
at how long and shapely it was; how great the leather felt and how much her
legs turned me on even as they choked me.

The blood flowed into my head in a rush as the posh woman opened her calves. I
lay back with my head swirling. "Argkk!" a stiletto heel bit hard into the
side of my neck with the weight of the tall woman's long leg behind it. "You
caused me a lot of trouble, Mister Priest. Sticking your nose in where it
wasn't wanted" she told me as I clutched at the heel and foot trying to stop
it press any further in. Two or 3 inches of heel, at least, traced along the
side of my face then bit in behind my ear. "Argh argh!" it felt like she was
trying to drive a knitting needle into my head. "You pathetic snivelling oiyk"
she sneered. I grabbed the needle thin heel with both hands and together with
shaking my head just managed to dislodge it. I spun around and tried to get to
my feet. WHAM! "Ooooh" a sharp toed thigh-boot swung up between my legs from
behind bashing my nads.

I staggered away clutching my groin and came to a halt as Caroline blocked my
way with a smirk on her youthful face. "Come on then if you think you're hard
enough" she said. I'd had enough of a beating from the teen and didn't want
any more. I looked back at her mother. Tall good looking, sophisticated and
openly dominant, her ladyship stared at me. "My how the workers resist the
natural order of things" she smirked. One of these dangerous females would be
bad enough but there was no way I could handle both, I needed to get away but
which one to tackle to make my escape?

Lady Helen looked sensational in her thigh-boots and PVC mini-dress.
"Supplementing your income as a dominatrix?" I asked walking warily towards
her. "A lifestyle choice, Mister Priest. Why hide a naturally dominant
personality" she replied haughtily. Wow, I couldn't help admiring that
sensational frontage. Shiny black PVC clinging to her exceptionally feminine
figure and cut well below her bust at the front, it was a breath taking view.
It was a shame she had such a stuck up attitude. Closing the gap I tried to
barge pass to make my escape but Lady Helen calmly turned sideways and
hammered the point of her elbow into my chest. WHAM! "Orrghhh!" not again.
"Leaving so soon, Mister Priest?" she asked sarcastically as she watched me
crumple forwards.

"Hai!" BLAM her fist rocked my face skywards causing me to stagger. "You're
not leaving until I say so" her mouth was grim, her cheeks pinched and her
eyes hard. Her large chest heaved stretching the black PVC tight, the light
reflecting off the surface sensually. BLAM! Her fist struck in a blur rattling
my head. I could see where her daughter got her strong punches from.

Winded and shaken I turned to find Caroline blocking my way with her rounded
cheeks pushed up into a wicked smile. I'm desperate to get out of here. Hating
myself for what I had to do I drive my fist hard into the teen's bare midriff.
WHAP! Ouch my knuckles sting as they hit hard unyielding flesh. I tried again,
putting all my might behind the punch. WHAP! Ouch it was like punching a brick
wall. The teen just smiled showing no sign of discomfort. In despair I hurled
my fist once more at her sculpted stomach. WHAM! Ooooeee! I nearly broke my
hand upon her rock hard six pack.

"Now it's my turn" Caroline said, her smile becoming predatory, her abs still
taut. BLAM "Erruughhh!" I moaned as my attempt to tense my stomach muscles
failed to stop her fist plunging deep within. "Too much fast food" the girl
wrapped her left arm around my head as I folded around my ruined gut. There
was nothing I could do as she drew back her right fist. BLAM! "..!" it drove
deep causing burning pain deep inside my guts as it blasted any remaining air
from my spasming diaphragm.

Moving close to my side, Caroline's knee shot up across the front of my
stomach, the point of her knee hammering my ruined middle. BAM! "...!". My
mouth dropped open in a downturned cry of anguish but the teenager showed no
mercy. Creasing forwards as the cramps pulled my chest down, her knee struck
again. BLAM! ".!" the top of her hard thigh struck across my devastated middle
and I doubled up around it, my face melting in a silent wail of agony. In
utter winded humiliation I collapsed to my knees at the bare feet of a teenage
girl while her mother looked on.

I heard clapping and an evil chuckle as I writhed and gasped in vain
desperately trying to hold onto to consciousness. "Mr. Priest. Why you can't
even defend yourself against a teenage girl! Whatever is the matter with you?"
Lady Helen mocked. Completely ignoring me creased up on the floor rocking back
and forth trying to get my lungs working, the PVC clad thigh-booted aristocrat
approached her daughter with motherly concern. "Really dear, you should keep
your hair under control" she told her as she replaced the hair bands to tie
her hair back into pigtails. "Can I help you punish him? Please Mummy"
Caroline begged. The posh bitch glanced at me dismissively. "He's not worthy
of your attention, dear" she sneered. "Oh please Mummy" the girl begged.

A tinkle of glass made me look up out of my stomach cramped agony and saw to
my amazement that the rich bitch had casually walked over to a drinks cabinet,
opened it, taken out a bottle and glass, then poured herself a drink. She
watched me with amusement while she sipped. "See how weak the poor are
Caroline" she told her daughter between sips. "No wonder the bank took them
all for a ride and now we get richer and richer at their expense. Soon they
will have nothing and will accept their rightful place as our slaves with open
arms" she gave a chuckle.

She finished her drink, put down the glass then strode across the room
purposely on her high heels towards me. The arch on the top of foot was
sensual and curved steeply pushed up by the height of her stilettos. I tried
to scrabble out of the way but I still hadn't recovered from her daughter's
gut busting. BAM! A thigh-boot swung with the sharp toe biting into my side.
"Ouch!" I gasped. "That's enough lazing around, Mister Priest" she said
harshly. I looked up to call her something rude but the words stuck in my
mouth as I saw that the hem of her mini dress had ridden up to reveal a dark
band of stocking top atop the patch of sheer black nylon above her
thigh-boots. The upper thigh on show looked sturdy and strong. Phroar, Lady
Helen really had great looking legs and knew how to show them off. She
certainly got me going even though she was a right bitch. The tall hot-bodied
aristocrat stood by my side as I knelt on the floor. That sexy firm patch of
thigh and stocking top was right next to my face and impossible to ignore.
"Grovel at our feet working class scum" her ladyship commanded pointing to the
floor.

Caroline moved in from the other side and quickly grabbed both of my arms and
whipped them behind my back. "Argh!" Argh!" I yelped. "Oh how delicious. A
working class man being overpowered by a young girl" she laughed. "Argh!" I
struggled in the teen's grip, humiliated as her mother stood in front and
watched. Lady Helen turned her body slightly away from me. "Hai!" KEBLAM! A
long thick strong leg clad in thigh-high boots hurtled towards me at close
range, straightening to power a crushing kick into my barely recovered gut.
"Berloorph!" the air rushed out of me once more as my body slammed back
against her daughter. "I do so enjoy that sound" she said. "The glorious sound
of male defeat" she added. The sexily dressed rich bitch turned her left
shoulder against my chest then hammered back her elbow. "Yai!" BLAM "..!" the
point hammered right under my sternum completely devastating me.

Utterly winded once more I was powerless to resist as Caroline released my
arms as she came around to my front and with one hand under my chin and the
other near the top of my head twisted my head sharply towards her shoulder.
Wearing only her undies and with her hair in pigtails made it seem even more
humiliating. I tried to bat her off with my hands but her mother grabbed my
left wrist and twisted it towards the ceiling. Ouch ouch I cried silently, my
diaphragm and chest unable to draw breath to cry out. "Don't you grab my
daughter like that" the buxom woman's breasts were like inflatable footballs
threatening to pop out of her PVC mini-dress. She saw my gaze and her full
lipped mouth tightened. "They're not for the likes of you" she sneered raising
her left hand. "Hai!" a blur slashed towards the side of my neck and hit
causing tremors in my neck, head and arms as the shock scorched throughout my
nervous system. The girl with rounded cheeks and full lips and pigtails
followed her mother's example, twisting my head hard against her shoulder
stretching my neck taut. "Hai!" BLAM the side of her hand chopped my neck. My
limbs went rigid and shook violently then my legs gave out beneath me sending
me to the floor. "Oh well done, dear" her mother congratulated her.

I tried to push myself up with my arms and rise but my legs felt like rubber
and my head felt like it was wrapped in cotton wool. Grabbing my hair and
pulling it painfully by the roots, the teen placed a foot on my shoulder and
pressed down. "Ouch!" I cried at this abuse, and again, "Ouch!" at the stab of
a stiletto heel in my buttock. "Treat them rough dear. The lower classes are
animals, sub-human, they love suffering" the arrogant upper class snob stated.
I managed to get to my knees when long leather thigh-boots clamped my waist on
either side. "Hai!" BLAM! "Orrgh!" another chop to my neck sent me sprawling
back to the floor. "Every good domme knows Karate, Mister Priest. You ought to
know that by now" she sneered.

Caroline whipped my left hand behind my back using a single hand while leaning
on my shoulder blade with the other. "That's it, dear. Treat them rough and
keep them in their place" her mother said as she mounted my shoulders with her
thigh-boots dangerously close to my neck then placed her splayed fingers over
my face and wrenched it back. "If I were so base as to sell my services as a
dominatrix, rest assured, Mister Priest, that after a session with me, any man
would be reduced to a mere hulk. Empty of will, empty of desire, empty of
everything but the profoundest gratitude to me for my attention" she stated,
twisting my face one way then the other letting each phrase settle in. She
rose and my head was pulled upwards between columns of leather until the back
of my head reached the top of her thighs. That's when I was reacquainted with
Lady Helen's deadly legs as they turned to steel hard flesh around my head and
squeezed incredibly hard. "Arghnnn!" I groaned as a brutal wave of power
crushed the sides of my head making my eyes blur and my head spin in an
instant. Her ladyship had incredibly powerful legs and I was under no illusion
that she could put me away within seconds. "The thighs of an upper class woman
are like hardened steel from horse riding and breaking in servants. Remember
that Mister Priest. I can bust your skull in an instant" she warned. "Arghh!"
I cried out at the bone snapping compression around my head.

Suddenly the terrible pressure was gone and my aching head flopped forwards,
while her daughter continued to restrain me. A hand grabbed the top of my hair
and roughly yanked my head up eliciting more pain on top of the ache from her
brief but powerful head scissors. Slowly Lady Helen walked around from my
side, holding my head up, staring down at me with a look of disgust. "Is this
best you can do? Mister Priest" she sneered. I watched her leather
thigh-boots. The way they clung to the contours of her sturdy strong legs were
very erotic but this was no time to be turned on, she was dangerous. "Look at
your superiors when they are talking to you" she snapped as she stood facing
me. Suddenly her knee rose in a blur of shiny black leather. BERLAM! My head
snapped back in a spray of blood from my nose and mouth.

"You can play with him. He bores me" her ladyship said dismissively, her
stiletto heels clacking as she walked over to the drinks cabinet. "I thought
you fled the country to escape the law" I asked while Caroline restrained me,
trying to ignore the taste of blood in my mouth and the throbbing in my head.
"You just don't get it do you Mister Priest?" the beautiful stuck-up woman
told me as she refilled her glass. She moved over to a comfortable looking
antique chair and sat down, crossed her long legs, exposing the sexy patch of
sheer black nylon and stocking top atop her long boots. "The system works for
us. We are above the law" Lady Helen told me as she fixed me with her cold
eyes. "Ouch!" I yelped as her daughter forced me to my feet pressing my hands
right up between my shoulder blades.

Whoah! I was spun around quickly to face the elfin face teenager. BLAM! As
quick as lightning, the top of her foot blasted against the side of my neck
sending red and black jagged pain across my vision. BLAM! Her elbow swung
around hammering the side of my cheek. BLAM her knee rose high mashing my
face. BLAM! A foot stomped the back of my knee and I went down on one knee.
BLAM! Her leg whipped around like a club and destroyed my face some more. She
was a real teenaged terminator. "Try not to kill him, dear" Lady Helen said
casually sitting in her chair, glass in hand while she watched, the front of
her black PVC mini-dress unzipped at the top with her large breasts dangling
loosely inside.

"Argh!" I cried out as the young girl dug her knuckles into the nerve centres
below my ears and applied pressure. "Stand up you wimp" she snarled. I had no
choice but to obey. "Try dominating him without kicking or punching him like a
man" the PVC clad domme said, the stocking tops and sheer black nylon top of
her thigh exposed by her crossed legs.

I was completely beat, battered and bruised but was still completely
gobsmacked as the young girl reached up placing her hands on my shoulders
leant back raising her knee and planted her bare foot on my groin then fell
back. Woah! I fell towards the floor then flew head over heels as Caroline
straightened her leg as her back hit the floor sending me flying over her.
BLAM! My back hit the floor several feet away from where I had been standing.

"Clearly, you have this peasant well under control" Lady Helen remarked. I
glanced over to where she was sitting; the sight of her barely covered huge
breasts was lust inspiring as she gazed down at me with her cold hard laser
like eyes. She leaned forward, the huge orbs forming an impressive cleavage.
"I am turning in for the night. Play with him as long as you wish but don't
stay up too late dear" she told her daughter. "And no naughty stuff, Mister
Priest" she warned.

She rose from her chair, a tall Amazonian vision of kinky PVC, thigh-boots and
superior attitude. "Knock him out and lock him in the servant punishment
cubicle when you're finished with him" she instructed in her plumy voice as if
I were some toy to be put away after Caroline had finished playing with me.
Lady Helen began to walk towards the doors. "Don't break him too much or kill
him. Mummy has to hand him over tomorrow" she added.

I was completely exhausted and wrecked but I had to ask "Hand me over. To
who?" The sophisticated woman glared at me "To whom, Mister Priest. You will
find out soon enough" she replied. "Make sure he is punished for that
insolence, dear" she instructed her daughter. "Yes, thank you Mummy" Caroline
says as the upper class woman left the room closing the doors behind her.

Weary and feeling bruised and battered all over, I just watched dumbly as a
bare slender leg appeared in front of me. I looked up to see Caroline stand
over me with one foot raised upon a chair to my left. Wow! Even in my beat
condition I couldn't help admiring the strong sweep of toned muscle along the
outside of her thigh and the elongated tear shaped muscle opposite. In between
there was a definite hint of the inverted wedge of the third primary muscle of
her quads simmering beneath the surface. Caroline certainly had great looking
strong athletic legs. Suddenly she grabbed my hair and shoved my face right
between them then fell back into the chair. "Mmmm!" strong bare legs held me
in place tightly. "You heard her" the teen told me. Her pretty elfin face with
the rounded cheeks and full lipped heart shaped mouth looked down at my eyes
peeking out above her panties. My hands were on her legs feeling the smooth
firm skin with strong slabs of outer thigh swelling slightly with latent power
and knew immediately that she was probably as almost as deadly legged as her
mother. "I want to be a dominatrix when I grow up, just like Mummy" she told
me as the compression around my cheeks and jaw began to soar. "Mmmm!" I moaned
in alarm, not keen on being found in this compromising position with her
mother just gone out of the room.

"Mmmm!" her thighs swelled harder under my hands increasing the pressure
bearing down upon my face. "I want to be able to break men between my legs
just like Mummy does" she told me as I felt my face redden. "Mmm!" I moaned
tugging at her lean toned legs. "I practice on the servant boys and they
always end up knocked out cold" she added. "Mmmm!" I squealed as the teen's
legs swelled into hard power-packed legs of steel. "Let's see how long you can
last" she snarled. "Mmmm!" her legs were really exerting a powerful force; it
felt like my cheeks would explode.

"Mmm! Mmm!" I protested as slightly relaxed her steely grip then snap it back
on again, pummelling my head in a wave of muscular energy. She laughed as she
did this over and over again. "Oh poor commoner so utterly helpless in a
teenage girl's legs" she mocked as she asserted her dominance over me. "Mmm!"
she leaned back in the chair and powered down as she held her straight legs
taut. It was like two steel rods were being scissored into my cheeks. "Mmm!"
she relentlessly worked me over in her legs. Twisting from side to side,
performing pelvic thrusts that sent waves of blackness pouring over me, the
pretty teenage girl in her undies completely rendered me helpless; just as she
had with her boxing, and her Karate. The same teenage girl who had just
slammed me with some Judo now scissored me helpless while raising two fingers
in front of my face. "Mmm!" I groaned in skull splitting pain as she crushed
my face in her strong athletically muscled legs. All these thoughts went
through my mind as crushed my face against her panties and I have to admit
that I was getting a very still hard-on. However Lady Helen's warning made me
resist the temptation to worship this teenage Amazon. "Mmmm!" she raised
herself up onto her hands on the chair seat, powering down with immense might
that sent my mind into a torrent of pain and darkness. "Mmmm!" I groaned as my
eyes went out of focus and a grey fug descended upon me. "Oh Yes!" She moaned
then released me. A few more seconds and I would have been out cold.

"That was good. Now...it's grappling time" she told me. "Oh no!" with my face
still buried in her crotch she wrapped her legs around my head pulling my arm
through and fell back to the floor trapping me in a scissor armbar
combination. "Orrrr!" again I felt the power of her athletic legs. With them
wrapped tight around my head and locking my arm she rolled around from side to
side asserting her skill and superiority for several painful minutes. Holding
my arm, she threw herself backwards straightening out her body and levering
the back of my arm across her crotch while her strong legs pressed down upon
the back of my shoulder. "Argh please stop it, stop it" I cried as she
wrenched my arm around so much I feared it would break but she just laughed.
"Aw! Such a hopeless crybaby" she mocked.

Finally she forced me to my feet and stood by my side holding my arm. She
yawned. "Arrr I need to go to bed. I've got double maths tomorrow morning.
Time to put you away" she said. "Please let's.." "Hai!" her foot shot up like
a rocket in a high side kick. KEBLAM! Her sole smashed into the side of my jaw
so hard, I felt it wrench. "Thanks for the workout, Mister Priest. Hai!" the
girl's slender athletic bare leg powered up again in a brutal front kick that
hammered my head back so hard that I nearly collapsed backwards with my head
in a complete daze. "I'd love to do this again with you sometime. Except that
I don't think that you will be returning. Hai!" a blur of flesh arcs high then
her foot stomps the side of my neck between the shoulder and base of my skull.
I feel my arms shake and go numb.

"Night Mister Priest. This is going to hurt" before the words had even sunk
in. "EEeeeYAH!" she screamed launching herself high into the chair, a lean
toned leg blasting towards me at terrible speed. KABLAM! Immense face breaking
pain enveloped me sending my senses into overload as I felt myself sent
hurling across the room. I barely remember my back crashing hard into the
floor before I blacked out.

THE END?