The Sari of Discipline
by Jimp
Young man experiences his auntie's dominance and power


(c)Jim P 2013

Part 1. Skilled Hand

"You, Jim Priest?" the polite well-spoken young Indian man asked. "That's what
it says on the badge" I replied. The American soldiers had given us name
badges to go with our bright orange prisoner suits. I was moping around by the
wall of our communal dank dingy cell hoping that I wasn't next for the
interrogation that had broken so many of the others. The young man seemed a
quiet, pleasant guy of slim build, about 5'6 with neat short black hair. "I've
seen your stuff on the Internet. I'm a great fan of your stories" He told me.
"Why, thank you" I replied, flattered. Then he asked "are they real?" "What do
you think?" I asked in return. "I think they are real. Let me tell you why" he
began. My name is Piyush and what I tell you is true.

I am at the University of Delhi having just finished my first year studying
IT. This summer during recess, my parents sent me to stay with my aunty Chanda
who lives in a small village in the Thar Desert close to the border with
Pakistan. Although it is out in the middle of nowhere, the roads are very good
so that the army can move quickly to the border if there is an incident and
there is a small regional airfield about 40 miles away. I had known aunty all
my life, meeting her at family occasions and the like. However I was quite
intimidated by her for she was as fierce as her name. She is a typical
domineering Indian matriarch who is very loud, brash and outspoken and not
afraid to speak her mind. I told my parents that I didn't want to go but
apparently she had requested my presence and even they were too scared to
refuse her command.

So it was that I got on small aircraft belonging to an internal airline that
seemed barely airworthy for a scary flight from Delhi into the desert. When we
landed at the sun-bleached airstrip and they opened the doors, I was hit
physically by this blast of hot air. This continued as I walked down the
stairs and onto the apron. I thought it was just the backwash from the engines
but as I stepped away and walked towards the small single story sandstone
terminal building the hot blast stayed with me and I realised that this was
the wind blowing off the desert. Rather than the nice cooling, sometimes
chilling, wind that we get in Delhi this was like a blast furnace giving no
respite and sucking all of the moisture from the air. After collecting my
luggage, I got into a decrepit taxi, a vintage car painted with a yellow upper
half, black bottom with worn leather seating dating from the 50's by the look
of it with shot suspension and dusty windscreen. Even with the windows down,
it was like an oven inside with the scorching air blowing in giving no relief.

By the time I arrived at the small village of simple cube shaped sandstone
buildings, I was close to passing out in the dry heat. If I had expected any
kind of warm welcome from aunty then that was instantly dispelled. Aunty
Chanda glowered at me fiercely as if I was something that she had scraped off
the bottom of her shoe with her hands upon her very wide hips making no
attempt at pleasantries or to help me with my luggage. Aunty is a
stereotypical Indian aunty, not particularly attractive and very plump,
overweight from good food and easy living. I doubt that she had ever done a
decent day's work in her life although of course, she was an excellent cook,
although I suspected she had one of her servants do the work while she
supervised closely.

She wore a traditional sari of expensive looking quality and coloured pale
blue that fully covered up her over-large body apart from her thick fleshy
arms, the lower parts of which were left bare by the short sleeved mid-riff
blouse. Her long straight hair was jet black, although I suspected she had
used dye. auntie's face is quite large and rather square in shape, an
impression given by a very slight slope to her broad cheeks that reached a
very straight wide jaw. This was not helped by wearing her hair high off her
forehead before cascading down around the back of her ears which were studded
with large expensive looking crystal earrings. Although her cheeks were wide
and chubby, the skin beneath the jaw looked firm which made me think that she
was probably in her late 40's or early 50's. Small but very penetrating brown
eyes glared out with chilling effect that somehow always seem to be looking
down at you even though she is shorter than me at around 5'4. Her eyes sit in
sunken recesses which are noticeably darker in skin tone. Despite her
pudginess her nose is sleek and elegant and her mouth small with thick lips
glossed in scarlet lipstick. The only other bits of noticeable make-up were
thickened eyebrows between which she wore a red bindi spot.

Ajay uncle stepped forward with a friendly smile to give me a hand with my
bags until waved off by his wife. "A-cha! Ajay leave the boy alone. He is not
an invalid" she said in a loud commanding voice that the whole village must
have heard. Uncle gave me a look of apology. Truth was that while aunty was
large and plump, uncle was a skinny beanpole of a man at least two decades
older with thinning grey hair and bottle glasses. He was a nice, friendly man
who smiled and laughed a lot and I liked him. So it was that I struggled up
the pathway to the house with my cases and steeled myself to settle in for a
summer stay with my very strict domineering overweight aunty in her house in a
small village with the blistering heat of the desert blowing in on the wind.
The food was excellent and bountiful but of course she filled my every waking
hour with chores. This mainly meant working in auntie's near-dust bowl of a
garden in the blistering heat, re-building walls and building up rockeries to
give a little shade to what plants she did have. Although I never fully got
used to the heat, I did slowly begin to acclimatise. Uncle Ajay used to be a
professional architect and under his gentle guidance, I realised the plans he
had drawn up for an efficient irrigation system that collected and stored what
little rainfall and moisture there was to water the plants. It was hard work
but it kept me out of auntie's way.

I had brought my laptop but anticipating no broadband out in the desert, I had
purchased an overpriced 3G dongle in Delhi because thanks to the need for
communications with the front line, there was a good connection. However I
soon found this to be costly and I could only afford to use it sparingly.
Unable to get my full fix of images of sexy Amazon women like those featured
in your stories my attention wandered to the only dominant woman around. Aunty
would not place in a beauty contest but like many plump Indian aunties, she
was very well-endowed. An exceptionally wide full shelf of a bust hung
disturbing low. It was also supported very firmly by her undergarments and
from the side it looked like she had a large lop-sided pyramid stuck to her
front, a view that made my groin tighten. Due to the heat, aunty wore light
saris, so thin that her large nipples pressed very visibly against the fabric.
It was such an unexpected sexy sight on a unsexy woman that I kept finding my
eyes returning them when she wasn't looking. That's when I also began to
notice that the short-sleeved mid-riff blouses she wore beneath the long tail
of silk draped diagonally across one shoulder were low-cut giving tantalising
glimpses of a very deep dark cleavage packed with high-sided mounds of flesh
on either side. For a young man starved of Internet Amazons, that huge
forward-thrusting heavy-looking package on such a fierce strict mature woman
caught my attention and fuelled my night-time lust. This was enhanced by the
way that she verbally dominated all around her and the confident way she held
herself which gave her such a powerful air of authority. I saw how everyone
was frightened of her and gave her deference and that appealed to my secret
fetish for strong women even though I didn't find her physically attractive
apart from her large heaving bust. All that was soon to change.

One morning I was outside in the searing heat struggling to move a
particularly large boulder across the garden to its intended position where it
would provide shelter for her precious plants. I was huffing and puffing and
straining, concentrating on trying to move it without doing myself or, more
importantly, her garden damage. Suddenly to my surprise the boulder became
lighter and floated up into the air. "Here boy, you'll do yourself a mischief
trying to carry it like that" a familiar loud stern voice sounded. I looked up
in surprise to find that aunty had taken hold of the other side and was
actually helping me. In disbelief I found that I barely had a grip on the
thing because she had almost lifted it completely out of my hands. She was
standing there holding up this massive boulder that I had been struggling with
showing no signs of exertion, looking like she was just holding an
inconveniently sized empty cardboard box. "T-thank you, aunty" I managed to
gasp trying to cover my amazement at her unexpected strength. "Come along,
Boy. Put some put back into it" she scolded then proceeded to helped me carry
the boulder across the garden. I was stunned to find that the boulder just
seemed to float across the garden with little effort on my part. I had always
thought her fat and lazy yet now she was doing most of the heavy lifting, not
really sharing the burden. For my part, I felt that all I was doing was
keeping the awkward shaped thing steady whereas aunty was actually the one
carrying it. Astonished by strength that I never suspected she had, my balls
tightened and my dick lurched and stiffened with new appreciation for this
fearsome matriarch. I began to steal glances at her arms whenever I thought
that she wasn't looking at me hoping to catch a glimpse of massive bulging
biceps like a Jim Priest superwoman. I was disappointed for peeping out from
the short-sleeves of her mid-riff length blouse, auntie's arms were certainly
very thick and not as flabby as I had originally assumed but showed no obvious
signs of bulging muscle, although they looked very firm. However as we
manipulated the boulder around and over obstacles in the garden, I saw subtle
hints of hardness and swelling around her biceps and triceps with briefly
visible thick tendons in her wide forearms. She caught me gawping a few times
and I quickly gave my attention back to the large object we were carrying
feeling her steely gaze upon me.

"Th-thank you aunty" was all I could think to say again as we set down the
boulder into its final position. Free of its protection between us, I was now
acutely aware of the stiffness showing in the front of my shorts and prayed
that she wouldn't notice. "Learn to lift properly, boy. I don't want you to
hurt yourself while you are in my care. It is not proper for a lady to move
rocks so don't ask me again" she told me with a harsh tone then turned to
leave. I had never asked her in the first place and I watched as she walked
away towards the stone staircase at the back of the house that led up to the
upper floor and the flat roof. Lifting the hem of her sari to climb the steps
I saw her thick ankles flow into very thick very large shapely smooth skinned
calves. As she climbed, large hard shiny slabs briefly appeared then waned. My
dick gave a lurch at the sight of the glimpses of real muscle on auntie's
legs. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I rushed closer as stealthily as I
could to get a better view and by the time she had reached the top of the
stair, my stiffy had become a real aching-hard throbber in my pants. She
wasn't particularly attractive and still seemed grossly overweight but with
the vision of those hard calve muscles and the memory of how easily she moved
that large boulder with little help from myself added to the huge breasts
bouncing around inside her sari created new fantasies about her in my wet
dreams.

From then on, I kept stealing glances at her whenever I thought she wasn't
looking, staring at her arms for any positive signs of muscle in her very wide
thick arms. All I confirmed was a definite firm swelling when she moved heavy
pots and pans and the like but nothing that indicated anything more exciting
and I began to wonder whether I had just imagined what I saw that day out in
the garden. I even began following her whenever she climbed the stairs in the
hope of catching a glimpse of her calves. They certainly had an amazing shape,
from the side they swelled out deeply over a short distance from her thick
ankles like half a heart shape of quite firm looking mass. As she climbed,
this mass would become very firm then solidify into large slabs of hardness
before disappearing as she moved on. It was a sight that kept me coming back
for more but I got careless. One day I was climbing the stairs behind her,
thinking how her very wide backside filled that sari like the back of a truck
when she stopped suddenly. Looking over her shoulder at me she glared down at
me and asked "What is this is? Why are you always following me upstairs, Boy?
You are not going to try to force yourself upon me I hope because that would
go very badly for you indeed". That threw me because I would never have ever
considered such a thing. "Er, No. I'm not following you" I lied. Aunty turned
around on the step above. Since I was so close behind on the stairs I got a
face full of her massive wide low-slung bosom with her big prominent nipples
nearly taking out my eyes. They were right in front of my face and filled my
entire vision. "Mahishasura finds work for idle hands" she intoned "Since you
have nothing to do you except follow me, you can go and clean the toilet and
don't let me catch you following me again unless I ask you to" "I did that
this morning" I protested "Don't back-chat me boy, go do it again to a
standard that will meet my high expectations" she demanded. Forcing my eyes to
look over the massive shelf of breast I saw her stern facing looking down at
me so fiercely that I didn't dare argue and turned and went downstairs to get
the cleaning stuff.

That evening after I'd finished all my chores I went to my room to have a bit
of browsing time and to see whether my favourite author had published a new
story. As I entered my room, to my horror I found aunty sitting on the bed
looking at my laptop screen. I didn't even know that she knew how to use one
or how she had cracked my password, she certainly didn't have a computer in
the house. "Do you really masturbate to this?" she asked in a hard voice full
of disgust. She turned the screen towards me and to my shame it was showing a
thumbnail view of a folder where I had downloaded images of muscle women from
the web. I felt myself blush in embarrassment at being caught out. She closed
the lid and placed the laptop on the bed then stood up to face me. "I take you
in and look after like my son and this is how you repay me? Masturbating in my
house? You clearly need a lot of discipline to be instilled in you. You leave
me no choice. I am going to have to punish you" she said in a hard fierce
voice. Anger and a fear of getting spanked by a woman at my age flared up into
defiance. "You can't do that!" I cried in indignation "I'm not a child. You're
not my mother. You have no right to go through my belongings" CRACK! Her
chubby right hand slapped me so hard across my cheek that it sounded like a
rifle shot slamming my face so fast from one side to the other that my vision
blurred and I felt dizzy bringing tears to my eyes and making my cheek sting
and burn. "You will not raise your tone when you speak with me" She growled
"While you live under my roof; I am responsible for your personal care and
moral well-being. That includes the right to correct your bad habits in the
you-know-what department. It's the sari of discipline for you lad".

I had never of such a thing and assumed that it was something she wore when
she spanked her children's backsides when they were little. I recalled
attending the wedding of her daughter a few years ago and her son a few years
earlier. As she turned to leave the room, I felt a sickness in the pit of my
stomach of the forthcoming humiliation of having my backside thrashed by her
big hand as well as a rage because I was no longer a child and felt it a
violation. "No, aunty! I'm a grown man. There's nothing wrong with looking at
pictures of healthy strong women" I cried grabbing the back of her big wide
arm to make her stop and listen. WHAM! "Orroogghh!" I groaned loudly through a
screwed up mouth as her arm suddenly slammed backwards towards me with
shocking speed and the back of her forearm hammered me right along the centre
line of my ribcage and stomach and chest. Creasing forward as the wind was
knocked out of me I watched in horror as she folded her arm at the elbow right
in front of my face then drove it back like a piston. BLAM! A painful
explosion blasted my jaw snapping my teeth shut and whipping my head backwards
in a whirl of black and red dizziness that rocked my mind. Before I could even
think, fierce aunty whirled around to face me looking like Kali herself and
grabbed my upper left arm with one hand and the right side of my neck with the
other. With a speed that I wouldn't have credited her, she flung her hip
around mine to my left buttock then a thick leg kicked back. My left foot
disappeared from under me and the next instant my back slammed into the hard
floor.

Aunty had thrown me, the fat old woman had thrown me! She had unleashed
unexpected controlled violence on me that left me disabled with a cramped
stomach and a bruised jaw and she had thrown me! I looked up at aunty standing
over me like a vengeful Goddess and felt a tightening of my balls. Her huge
bust was like an unobtainable shelf high above me over which her angry face
glared down at me with a look of utter contempt and superiority that made my
dick lurch slightly several times on it's own. "You will never lay your hands
on me again, Boy. Think on that while I get the sari of discipline" She
snarled in a ferocious voice. "And don't you think that I don't know about you
tearing those pictures from my magazines" she said as she turned to go. Crap!
She had left a pile of magazines in the corner of my room in which I had found
an article on women learning Karate for Self-defence. There were pictures of
them practising in saris including a great one of a young woman doing an
amazing high-kick showing that a sari was no hindrance and another of a ruddy
rural girl with her hands ready for deadly chopping action. I had been so
turned on and after, er showing my appreciation, couldn't resist extracting
the pictures. Feeling guilty for this action, I lay there while my head
cleared and breathing ease.

I couldn't believe what had just happened and it had all happened so fast. It
was like something out of one of your stories. I knew my aunty was very plump
and had seen evidence that she was strong but never expected such controlled
violence to take me down so quickly and skilfully. My cock got stiffer as I
replayed those brief moments in my mind. It was like my fanciful images of her
from my fevered dreams had come to life. Rather than being excited about it,
my sore ribs and jaw made me fearful at how violent she had been. High-heels
click-clacking on the landing coming nearer spurred me to my feet. I was
convinced that she was going to cane my backside and beat me up if I didn't
obey. I was both aroused and fearful of such punishment by this fierce
dominant aunty. No! I wasn't going to stand for it. I'm normally a quiet
gentle guy who wants no fuss but there I wasn't going to bend over and let
some fat woman turn my backside raw with her hand or worst than that with a
cane like a naughty kid. As the footsteps neared the door I was getting myself
all worked up and turning into a nervous wreck.

A shadow at the door frame and the tension burst out of me. "I'm not a kid,
aunty. I apologise for the magazine, that was wrong of me and will buy you a
new one but I am not going to apologise for my taste in women" the heated
words burst from my mouth. "I'm not going to let you spank me" I was in full
flow now. I tell you. I'm not ga-ga" The words caught in my throat at the
sight before my eyes as aunty re-entered the room. She wore a black sari but
this was no ordinary sari. It was very lightweight and very sheer with small
points of shimmering reflected light continually moving with her every
movement. Did I tell you that it was sheer? It was shockingly sheer to the
point of obscenity in that it was virtually see-through hiding nothing of the
very plump body beneath and aunty had a lot of body to show. The skirt was
also sheer as was the wrap-over tail and the short-sleeved blouse that sat
above her mid-riff. It wasn't the kind of sheer you get with nylon stockings,
this was very fine silk so thin to be gauze like and the effect was so
stunning that I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I might have found the
thinly-veiled sight of her plump body repulsive if it weren't for the way it
sheathed her massive breasts making it very apparent that she wore nothing
beneath. Her big wide breasts were right in front of me naked if they had not
been encased in sheer black silk. That was a sight that I just couldn't stop
staring at and my balls grew tight at the sight of perfect roundish firm
looking breasts of a massive size bobbing around.

"It is not your choice in women, Piyush, for it is good that you recognise
that women are strong, but your lack of self-restraint in indulging in
self-gratification" she said in a surprisingly gentle tone, the first time
that I had ever heard her speak so softly. Suddenly it hardened "Are you
lusting after auntie's breasts?, Boy" I forced myself to look up at her face
blushing then withered under her steely stare. "N-no" my voice sounded weak as
I lied. She continued to glare at me and I was unable to stand it and had to
look down in shame. "I'm sorry aunty" I mumbled. Looking down at the floor was
when I saw that the black sheer of the sari skirt emphasised her large thick
legs and especially her hard slabs of calve muscle which were also shown off
to effect by black high-heels. "Aiiiiee!" aunty sighed loudly in exasperation
which made me look up again "Now you lust after my legs again. You really need
discipline badly".

Looking big and fierce, aunty reached out towards me and I tried to bat her
away. To my surprise she grabbed my hand by the wrist and twisted it sharply
with her other hand. "Ouch!" I yelp as I'm forced to lean to the right. BAM!
The point of her elbow crushed down upon the apex of my neck and shoulder. A
bloom of pain and nausea spread out along my spine. WAP WAP WAP! Auntie's hand
moved swiftly blasting me with a series of small light open-handed chops to
various nerve centres all over my torso leaving a trail of stinging numbness.
I am truly shocked by this sudden violence from my aunty and more than a
little scared by the unexpected use of what appears to be Karate. Surely she's
too overweight for Karate ? and I never knew her to do anything energetic.
Looking formidable and fierce like a vengeful Goddess she sternly delivers
precision chops to nerve clusters along each arm. They are only light blows
that momentarily sting but to my horror they trail a series of patches of
spreading numbness all along my arm.

"I can't move my arms!" I cry out in alarm. CRACK! A mighty hard back-hander
slaps me across my face and I find that my neck is also stiff and can barely
be moved. "Do not speak unless I give you permission" aunty growls sternly.
Looking terribly fierce, aunty stands right in front of me then roughly grabs
both of my shoulders. As she moves closer towards the left side of my body I
try to turn away but find that I can't even do that. BAM BAM BAM a Vicious
painful series of knees and stomps leaves me howling in pain and my left leg
badly bruised. "Quiet Piyush!" she commanded "or I will silence you myself and
I promise you that you won't like that one bit". I was terrified of this new
side of aunty that I had never suspected. "Aunty please no" I cried as she
moved towards the right side of my body leaving behind a paralysed left leg.

BAM! "Urkkkk!" her pudgy arm swung around quickly and her fist with extended
knuckles struck me right in the middle of my throat. "Silence you disobedient
boy" aunty said harshly with no signs of remorse. I coughed and spluttered
horribly unable to raise my hands to my throat; sure that she had just crushed
my larynx. "You only make your punishment worse with each word" she warned
waggling a fat finger from side to side in front of my face. With a terrible
business-like efficiency, she proceeded to slam her big knee into various
points of my right leg until that too was numb, frozen and bruised. Bravely I
held back further howls of pain though tears of fear flowed freely. "Oh man
up, boy!" aunty admonished cruelly standing before me with her hands upon her
broad hips admiring her handiwork. Somehow in a way that I couldn't fathom
out, my grossly plump aunty had immobilised me and that scared the hell out of
me.

An almost predatory smile crept upon her small thick red lips while her cold
hard small eyes in her large blockish face appraised me. "You are now
completely paralysed, boy" she informed me needlessly "and you will remain
that way until I am completely satisfied that you have been disciplined". The
cold way she delivered those words with no apparent feeling made chills run up
my spine. She must have seen the unspoken question in my face. "How did I do
that? That is one of the gifts that the goddess Anahita gave to all aunties
that follow her" she informed me. I had heard of the goddess, of course, but
never knew that aunty followed her. That this grossly plump mature woman was
some kind of Amazon wonder woman like in your stories seemed inconceivable yet
here I was unable to move a limb as I stood before the fierce forceful aunty
that I thought I knew. Of course that thought caused a further tightening in
my balls and another lurch of my dick.

Sheathed in a spectacular sheer black sari that showed all, aunty leant
forward before me, her eyes never leaving my face. Although frozen, I found
that I could just about bend my neck forwards. My eyes fell to the massive
double-barrelled wall of bust that dangled level with my stomach. They just
hung there like football shape orbs pressing against one another, the sheer
sari hiding nothing. Even with her eyes on me, I couldn't help staring at her
big aureoles and erect nipples through the fabric causing a hard twitch in my
pants. "Yes, boy. There is one part of your body which is not paralysed" she
remarked coolly with a smirk upon her lips "And you will shortly discover that
there is a reason for that". Aunty stood straight once more and I realised
that she had leant forward like that on purpose, which sent strange shivers of
repulsion and fascination through me. I could do nothing or say a word as my
big fat buxom aunty pulled open my shirt and began to trace her fingertips
lightly over my chest raising a series of chills. All the while I tried not to
stare at that mesmerising black sheathed wall of bust so close in front of me.
"Yes, aunty knows all the right spots" she told me in an unusually soft almost
seductive voice as her electric fingertips tantalised around my nipples. I
held in a choking gasp of protest as she crouched before me while her fingers
lightly trailed their way down towards my shorts.

Settling her square chin just on the apex of my legs next to the zipper, I
watched in shock and gross fascination as she stuck out her tongue. It was big
and wide and slobbery and still watching my eyes, she dabbed it right down so
that the tip was on the very end of where the head of my dick was. No, this
couldn't be happening! Never taking her eyes off me, aunty rolled the rest of
her tongue forward, moulding it like a thick meaty pad around the head through
my shorts. Orrr! I could feel it pressing down all around it quite clearly.
Orrrr that felt really good and I found myself wanting more, much more of
auntie's tongue around my dick. Her tongue lifted momentarily then dabbed back
down just below where the head was and along the side of the shaft. Orrrrr!
This was really good; although they were just brief gentle touches they felt
sensational and were getting me all het up. Her big tongue moulded itself
around the shaft which stiffened under the touch. It was all I could do not to
moan out aloud, although what came out of my mouth were more coughs and
splutters from my damaged throat. Slowly in this amazing tactile manner, aunty
traced the outline of my dick through the shorts by dabbing down the tip of
her wide slobbery tongue then enfolding it around my growing dick and leaving
it there for a brief moment while my dick hardened even more under its soft
pressure.

I began to imagine what it must feel like if my pants and shorts weren't in
the way and auntie's wide wet tongue was actually touching the bare skin of my
cock then plunged it right into her mouth. My dick began to stiffen
significantly at that disturbing thought and I forced myself not to think of
that any more. But by now it was too late, my member had become quite stiff
and aunty now used the tip of her tongue to lightly trace the contours of my
hardening erection. Barely touching my shorts, the tip of her tongue flickered
back and forth like a fleeting butterfly giving tantalising touches that
teased and made my cock respond much quicker than I had ever expected. Orrrrr!
I had to close my eyes and sigh internally in ecstasy as brief light licks
fluttered along the sides of my dick. This was amazing; she was so good,
slowly taking her time, gradually working my dick rock hard with just the
lightest touch of her tongue. My dick felt frozen stiff and throbbed with
every brief touch. Her light licks were irresistible and it wasn't long before
the front of my shorts rose like a tent with my hard dick the tent-pole. "Oh
aunty!" I moaned softly without coughing then as her tongue lifted from my
groin I realised I had made a mistake.

I opened my eyes to see aunty stood up straight with a furious look upon her
large face. Without saying a word she roughly slapped her hands on my
shoulders and pulled my torso towards her. With surprising mobility for
someone so fat her wide knee drove into the pit of my stomach like an express
train with shocking force. BLAM! "Berrllaurghh!" my face screwed up, my
breathe exploding from my lips in a wail of agony despite my raw throat. My
body tried to fold up around her big knee but couldn't due to the paralysis. I
was shocked by the unexpected sudden violence. Urrrrrgh! I groaned in agony
internally, my throat unable to draw enough air to put voice to my pain. I
just wanted to curl up on the floor and pray that I didn't die but my body
remained upright denying me even that.

Aunty looked really fierce as she stood in front of me shaking my shoulders,
glaring at me. "Did I tell you to speak? Do you think that I'm a whore who
will give you pleasure with her mouth whenever you ask?" She scolded. I could
barely see her with my eyes watering and eyelids fluttering as my stomach
cramped up painfully. "You are being disciplined not pleasured, boy. Now stand
quiet and take it like a man" she commanded. Badly winded, unable to draw
breath and paralysed, all I could do was stand there in agony while auntie's
hand stole to my flies. She undid them then let my shorts fall down around my
feet. What strange discipline this was, I did not know but was too frightened
to ask even if I were able.

Auntie's large plump hand came to rest gently on the ski-slope that
surprisingly was still quite stiff in my underwear. She moved so close up to
me that her massive rack sheathed so sheer pressed lightly against my chest.
Her hard continual stare into my eyes was too uncomfortable to face for long
and I looked away. Having only limited movement in my neck, I could only look
down into the long deep dark cleavage that ran between her mammoth orbs with
big erect nipples lightly brushing against my chest. Her sharp voice brought
me to my senses and looked back up at her hard brown eyes. "No self-control.
That's the trouble with men these days. Well I am going to train you to
control your animal yearnings" she told me in a tone that sounded like she was
toilet-training a puppy. Never taking her eyes off me, her fingers began to
lightly feel and play gently with the outline of my erection through my pants,
lightly pressing and stroking it while those large low slung boobs dangled
down in front of me swinging gently and softly bumping against my chest.
Despite her looks my cock was steadily growing ever more rigid under her
fingertips. She scowled at me, her disquieting cold impassionate gaze never
leaving my face. "I will keep this simple so that even you can understand,
boy" she said with a condescending tone. "You will learn to control your
primal lust, no matter what I do to you. You will of course fail because you
are a man" she sneered. "But most important of all, you will not ejaculate
without asking my permission and even then not until I deign to grant you my
permission" she added with menace. Although I had fantasised about aunty as a
strong dominant woman, the reality was that I was now very scared of her what
with the paralysis and the lingering after-effects of that dreadful knee in my
gut. Those thoughts just reinforced my image of aunty as a very forceful and
dominant mature woman against whom I was utterly powerless to stop as her
fingers lightly toyed with my dick. Of course it gradually got harder in her
hand.

"Do you understand, boy?" She asked harshly. "Yes" I gasped managing at long
last to find the power to breathe and speak, although raggedly. "If you mess
yourself without my permission I will punish you" She added. Her fingers
lightly played my bulge like a musical instrument. No matter how hard I tried
to think of something else such as how grossly overweight and unattractive she
was, my dick continued to slowly grow harder. Then aunty cupped my pants
around my balls and began to gently massage them causing them to get very
tight indeed. She then crouched down before me and I felt her hot breath on my
pants as her teeth lightly pressed the outline of my stiff rod. I was
terrified that she would bite me but she just made light playful chomps all
along it which were surprisingly erotic and just made it grow all the more.
Then as her teeth delicately held my sheathed sausage I felt the tip of her
tongue flickering briefly over the surface until she released it then moved on
to flicker her wide tongue all over the tent in my pants. Oh my God this was
amazing and I just couldn't resist giving in to the feelings and enjoying it.
Aunty kept this up for several minutes until I was throwing back my head with
my eyes clenched trying desperately not to moan out loud with demented
pleasure. If I had thought that it couldn't get any better I was wrong for
aunty took the whole tent-packaged sausage right into her mouth and began a
constant sucking. "Nnnnnn nnnnnn ohhhhh Ohhhhhh aunty!" I moaned aloud not
standing a chance. The sensations of her powerful sucks turned my dick to
solid steel as it moved back and forth in her mouth. It was all too much to
bear and I quickly lost my composure, driven crazy with lust. I wanted to lose
myself to auntie's amazing blow-job. My balls felt full to bursting. I just
wanted aunty to suck a lot faster so that I could cum and dump a big load in
her mouth, but I was too afraid to ask her. My breathing got heavier and I
began to sweat as my body temperature rose and my heart beat faster. I wanted
to buck my hips back and forth to fuck her sucking mouth but I was still
unable to move which reminded me of how scary she was. Her sucks were slow,
much too slow to bring me off and it was driving me crazy. My dick felt like
it was really tight in my skin and as solid as a steel bar, I had never felt
it as hard and big before in my entire life. "Ohhhhh aunty you are amazing" I
moaned again. It was so frustrating because I wanted to thrust my hips back
and forth to increase the tempo and bang away at her mouth but was unable to
do so because of the paralysis.

Soon the need for release outweighed my fear of auntie's reaction. "Faster
please aunty, please let me cum" I moaned scared of what her reaction might be
and with good reason. A formidably fierce looking woman who can paralyse your
whole body and doesn't hesitate to drive her big knee hard into your gut
deserves to be scared of. Aunty stopped her slow sucking and looked up at me
shaking her head in disappointment. Her big rack like soft footballs stuck to
her chest and sensually silk-sheathed made me want to sink my dick into her
cleavage to find relief. Except that in my condition I couldn't even move.
"Acha no no no" she scolded "What is this is? It is much too soon, I have
hardly started. Have you no restraint? Are you so unable to control your
urges, boy? You should be ashamed". My voice came out in a whiny whisper
"Please aunty, you are so amazing with your tongue and mouth. I can't take any
more, I need to cum". I was really frightened that she might punish me again
with the big wide knee but I was stuck mid-way to orgasm and wanted
completion. "Please aunty I need release, I..." I shut up as my fierce looking
aunty stood up glaring angrily at me and raised a hand as if to strike me hard
across the face. "Enough! Don't you speak to me in such a disrespectful tone.
You wouldn't even last 30 seconds with the most junior novice at the Goddess's
temple" she lectured.

Did you know that? The temple priestesses of Anahita are renowned for their
advanced sexual abilities. Throughout the centuries, bad men, kings and rich
men alike have tried to take them for their concubines but have always been
defeated by their fearsome fighting skills. That is why they now try to steal
the novices for they are more than skilled enough for most men but they too
have formidable defensive skills. I wondered for a moment whether aunty had
trained there but one look at her bulk made me dismiss that idea, for I
imagined the priestesses to be slim and very fit through their dancing.

Unable to move and too scared to protest, I could only watch as auntie's
fingers freed my erection from my pants and it sprang into view, quite
literally because it was that hard. "There we have it" she cried "The male
penis is at the root of all problems". My dick felt so hard that I was sure it
could break bricks. "Aaiie! Lalala This will not do at all" she exclaimed as
she pushed down the end then let it go, twanging my stiffness like a diving
board. "I think of you like my own son, now all grown up and married. But you
really are a disappointment. You're not even trying. Do I really have to
explain it to you? Very well then" she shook her head with regret. I didn't
like the sound of that. "This is going to hurt you more than it will me" she
said. "Wait, isn't that meant to be the other way around?" she paused
mockingly then chirped "No! I was right the first time this really is going to
hurt you". I opened my mouth to protest when she cut me off with a waggle of
her hand in front of my face. "No, don't you make that sad puppy face you need
to learn discipline" she told me sternly.

To my amazement the big fat woman raised her knee in front of her, so much
higher than I would have credited given her bulk. She held it place between us
while continuing to stare at me then slapped the wide rounded knee that looked
like it could break concrete. A cold sweat began to form on my brow. "It's
time that you were reacquainted with auntie's knee" she stated in a severe
tone. "Please no" I whimpered in terror as she lowered her knee clearly in
preparation to plunge it deep into my poor skinny stomach. I automatically
tensed my stomach, dreading the brutal impact of that knee in my gut once
more. Her wide knee shot up fast and hard right between my legs. BLAM!
"Ngaargggh!" a wail of pure agony left my mouth as her big meaty knee crushed
my bollocks like a cannonball. I felt as sick to the core of my being and just
wanted to fold up into a ball on the floor around the dreadful sharp throbbing
pain in my balls but my body remained as stiff as a board. "Never
underestimate the power of a woman's knee to explain things to a man, boy" she
stated in a stern emotionless tone. There was so much pain aching sharply
between my legs that I was fearful that it would never work again. "Oh stop
screwing your face up like that. Here let aunty help" she said in a sharp tone
that lacked any compassion. I wanted to run but my feet wouldn't move. WAP!
WAP! WAP! A series of open handed chops and punches with extended knuckle
thrusts hammered into my lower torso and pelvis creating small explosions of
pain that take mind off my aching balls. As bolts of electric pain shoot
through the core of my body, leaving me terrified of her power, I find my dick
wilting but the pain numbed. "Did you know that the ancient Indians mapped the
vital points of the human body as far back as the 4th century?" aunty told me
as she stood in front of me with her hands upon her broad hips, her cold brown
eyes watching my reaction. I wanted to ask where she had learned how to numb
the body like this but was too frightened. Unable to hold that disturbing gaze
for long, my eyes slipped down to the magnificent wide breasts sitting firm on
her chest looking sensational in sheer black silk. It was an impressive sight
that called to my limp loins yet now I looked at her in a new light as a true
Amazon. "Stop looking at my breasts and concentrate" she snapped. "We will try
again and this time show some restraint or next time my knee will be much
harder against your gonads" she warned in a terrifying tone that sounded like
she meant it.

Once again auntie's hand reached towards my dick and I waited in anticipation
of more stimulation which would have been welcome in other circumstances.
auntie's eyes never left my face and all I could to avoid it was to look at
her big chest marvelling at how big and firm it was. She began to gently
stroke and manipulate my listless member like she was preparing dough. The
small movements in her large breasts were hard to ignore as her hand skilfully
worked my dick. Watching the small wobbles in her breasts was too fascinating
and turning me on so I shut my eyes and tried not to think about them and
focused on not getting aroused. Although her touch was soft and the movements
subtle, slowly but surely my dick responded. I was determined not to be so
easily aroused dreading the consequences and her brutal big knee. "There is no
need to rush, nice and slowly will produce much more potent results" She
informed me in a soothing voice. "Try to control your urges if you can, boy".
Her touch was feather-light with her hand at times barely moving yet this
produced the greatest result as I yearned to push my dick firmly into her
grasp. Then she slowly tickled, scratched, rubbed and fingered my cock with
motions so delicate and slow from a woman so big and overweight. Despite
trying to think unpleasant thoughts, my prick inevitably began to get less
limp. Slowly her hand began to move back and forth along the entire length of
my shaft in long slow full strokes that spread incredible tingles of pleasure.
A smile spread across her face but it wasn't a warm smile. "Is this what those
slutty university girls do for you?" she asked, her tone conveying exactly
what she thought of such girls. "No. I've never had a girlfriend" I admitted
unhappily. "Good thing too. You should concentrate on your studies. There is
plenty of time for girls later when you have graduated" She informed me.
That's what my dad says, but they don't understand a lonely young man's need
for female companionship. All the while she continued looking at me with
disdain as she continued to slowly stroke me using a loose light touch.

Using her thumb and index finger in a loose circle, she stroked the head
lightly, her hand barely moving. A gradual tightening spread throughout my
member in response to her slow fondling and teasing. There was absolutely
nothing that I can do to stop it, no matter what I tried to think of to turn
me off. The relentlessly slow almost absent-minded fondling by her fingers was
inescapable. Slowly and gently her fingers built me up by applying a loose
grip. She might not be much to look at apart from her heavy breasts but her
skilled hand had me increasingly stiff. "Orrrrr!" I couldn't stifle moans of
pleasure as I began to succumb to the erotic sensations growing in my groin.
"Tch! keep it under control, boy" she warned. I tried but didn't know how.
Paralysed I could only stand there while aunty slowly and gently worked me
into a state of total arousal. Her massive firm twin-rounded braless rack
gently bobbed, turning me on even more and forcing me to close my eyes once
more to shut out this added distraction. Aunty continued stroking with a loose
grip while gradually increasing the tempo, my dick growing harder as she
worked a nice load into my balls. I was getting more and more rigid by the
second as she controlled my erection. Sweat spotted and ran down my body as I
began to heat up, my breathing becoming loud and laboured.

The constant stroking continues until my shaft feels fully engorged driving me
insane with arousal. I want to buck my hips to go faster in a desire to drive
towards orgasm but auntie's hand deliberately doesn't give me enough speed to
bring me off. I'm soon moaning and gasping for breath as my body tenses,
yearning for release. I daren't beg aunty to let me cum because I didn't want
her knee to bust my balls again. Still she continues her light not-fast-enough
strokes working me into a frenzied state of ecstasy. I become totally unaware
of my surroundings, consumed with the tactile sensations being built up in my
dick. My body wants to writhe and pump my hips but I am frustrated that I
can't move. Lust overweighs my fear, I am so hard now that once more I yearn
for the pleasures of climax. "Please aunty please let me cum" I pant with my
heart racing as I desperately need release. "Stop acting like a little whore!
You disgrace yourself, boy" She scolded. With that she eased off a little with
her rhythm giving me even less than I needed. She frustrated me further by not
even giving me a full shaft stroke.

In an aroused state of despair I found myself stuck on the edge desperate to
cum but not quite able to build up the momentum. Suddenly she changed the
direction of the strokes completely putting me off my stride, ruining the
orgasm that I was anticipating. Stopping and starting, changing tempo at a
moment's notice then changing grips and strokes, aunty took me on a torturous
roller coaster ride of rising hope and frustration as she kept me fully
aroused but unable to go no further. I was moaning and squealing like a little
slut in a never-ending state of unbearable arousal. "Pull yourself together,
boy. I've only just begun" she growled "For if you beg now, you'll meet my
knee again". I held back a groan, dreading feeling that big wide knee
thundering into my balls again. That thought made me try to hang on but it was
near-enough impossible for how can a man not get aroused when a woman applies
a skilful hand-job? Aunty proceeded to take me through an ordeal of constantly
changing hand positions and strokes that kept me on the edge unable to shoot
my load and desperate my breathing becomes louder and laboured as my body
tenses in an ecstatic trance in a continual cycle of expectancy and
disappointment.

Big scary aunty used a variety of inconsistent strokes and techniques, each
enough to keep me aroused but none used long enough to be able to get off on.
Time and time again I get so close only for the stroke to change leaving me
panting, gasping and frustrated. I now realised she was doing this to punish
me, knowing exactly what she's doing and leaving me in a permanent state of
demented denial. Again and again she brings me a hair's breadth from orgasm
only to suddenly change the stroke and frustrate me once more. I was becoming
exhausted with this extended pleasure while the need to cum became greater.
She chuckled at the insane demented expression upon my face. "You see how
laughably easy it is for a woman to control a man's sex. To play him like a
musical instrument to ignore all his pleas until she decides the moment to
allow pleasurable release or" She paused and stopped stroking. Amusement was
on her face as she studied the panic in my eyes that she had finished and I
would never reach orgasm. "Give complete denial" she smiled cruelly. I
couldn't cope with much more. "Please aunty, please give me release" I begged
not worrying about how weak I sounded. Laughing cruelly she immediately
changed the direction of her stroke, denying me yet again. "A most frustrating
but effective technique You will agree" she said with a smirk of superiority
"Every time you announce your need to ejaculate or whenever I just feel it, I
change my stroke". Surrendering to her superiority and skilful hand, there was
nothing I could do except go along for the ride hoping aunty will show mercy.

Her light and ever changing strokes soon has me writhing, pushing the limits
of my paralysis. I'm moaning and gasping like the village idiot begging
desperately that I wanted to shoot. Yet each time she changes direction yet
again, keeping my cock rock hard with the skin stretched tight and bobbing
like crazy. With incredible skill, aunty keeps me on edge with randomly
changing strokes for well over half an hour or maybe more. You try being
permanently aroused for that long without release and tell me what mental
state you would be in, I had completely lost it and was babbling and begging
like a crazy. Auntie's hands were always slowly moving, always changing grip
and tempo. She went from firm, full shaft strokes that has me moaning and
groaning loudly with insane pleasure as it gets me to bursting point followed
by light teasing and tickling of the head the doesn't give enough momentum.

Suddenly I felt terror as she lifted her leg and moved her foot to my groin. I
felt some relief as she began massaging my erection with the toe of her high
heeled shoe while her big shapely calve jiggling as it dangled beneath the
wide shin. "Orrr!" that felt good but then yelped as her sharp heel bit into
my balls twisting in like a screwdriver. I wept openly and cried for mercy as
she dug it in so hard into my swollen balls that I feared she would puncture
it. "Pathetic" she spat and actually laughed at my agony at the end of her
heel. "Stop crying like a little girl, act like a man" she sneered harshly as
she finally lowered her foot back to the floor. "Please aunty, I can't take
any-more" I wept pitifully. CRACK! Auntie's large pudgy hand back-handed me
hard across the face. "Pull yourself together, boy. This is for your own good"
She scolded as her hand returned to my dick. Any deflation in my member caused
by her heel was quickly countered by her magic fingers. I waited submissively
for aunty to take her time as she slowly and expertly built me back up until
I'm even more rigid than before. It's so hard that I'm sure it could punch a
hole through steel. Over and over aunty repeatedly took me the brink only to
stop leaving me weeping and begging for her to continue while she laughed
cruelly at my distress. "How long can I keep a man in permanent erection?" she
asked slowing the pace once more to frustrate me. "Probably longer than your
heart can hold out" she sneered. I couldn't hold out that long yet she managed
to keep tormenting me for what must have been another half an hour. She
brought me slowly right to the edge several more times with deliberate,
agonizing slowness occasionally coming to a complete stop and laughing as I
pleaded and wept for her to resume.

"Please aunty" I begged again, my dick had grown so hard that it felt as if it
would burst at the seams as well as my over-inflated balls. With an amused
smile on her face she denies me again and slows the pace yet again keeping me
hard and horny but unable to ejaculate. I now appreciated how incredibly
dominant aunty is in word and action yet that gives me no comfort as she keeps
me just where she wants me, on the edge and frustrated. It felt like an
eternity with a permanent erection yet unable to find release. It was too much
for a man to handle and I was desperate. "Please aunty, I'm gonna cum now" I
cried. "Remember my warning, boy. I will punish you" She warned but I was too
far gone my dick too tight and my balls too full. She was never going to give
permission, I needed to cum now. My body shuddered as I tried to blast my
load. I tried to thrust my frozen hips struggling to cum, but she isn't ready
to allow that. Instead she begins to gently stroke just under the head with
her index finger and I moan and grunt as she plays my dick spoiling my orgasm
but not for long. My frozen legs tense and flex, and my hips try to thrust
into a world of demented pleasure and frustration. "I can't hold it" I cried
unable to hold off any longer.

"Nnnnargh nnnargh nnargh" I cry out in ecstasy, blasting out a powerful load
like a water cannon. After bottling it up for so long I came so hard that I
nearly passed out as spunk exploded from my dick. It was only now that
auntie's hand sped up and pumped my dick like fury spraying spunk about the
place like a muck-spreader. "Urr urrrr" My breathing began to slow down
post-orgasm but the cruel smile on auntie's face reminded me of her threat and
panic set in. "Aunty, please I..I.." I stammered in fright. "Ah! Ah!" She
raised a hand to cut me off. "I gave you plenty of warning, you are no longer
a child, although you act like one" She lectured as creeping dread came over
me. "You will now learn, the consequence of disobeying me is quite unpleasant"
she told me in a flat emotionless tone.

Although her hand had stopped pumping following the ejection of my big spasm
it had remained holding my shaft. It now began stroking the bright purple head
which was extremely sensitive. "Ooooh nooo nooo!" I cried and begged as each
touch was flaming mind-blowing agony. If I could have moved my arms I would
have desperately tried to bat her away but I couldn't. Aunty ignored my pleas
as she jerked, stroked and polished the overly-sensitive head while I writhed
in agony, cursing and begging her to stop. My cussing brought a hard slap of
her large hand across the face. Aunty continues the agonising abuse torturing
the head and to my surprise actually milking drops from it. She is relentless
and I'm pleading and crying for her to stop. "Please please I apologize for
shooting without permission. Oooh oooh please stop, it hurts" I cry but she
shows no mercy as the nerve-jangling irritation shoots through my body.

"If you are man enough to ejaculate without my permission, then you are man
enough to take the punishment" was her response as she continued to milk my
spent cock while irritating every nerve ending. I feel sexually exhausted yet
to my surprise, despite the nerve jarring irritation, my cock is getting stiff
really quickly until it's like steel. Aunty forms an endless tunnel using both
hands, placing them hand over hand in an upwards direction only. I'm grateful
when she works the shaft but wince every time she touches the head. "Most men
find this stroke very frustrating" She informs me conversationally, awkward
conversation to have with your aunty "arousing but not sufficient to produce
an orgasm and you, young man are no exception". The seemingly endless tunnel
goes on forever. "Nnnnar nnnar" the awful tingling sensation is absolute
torture yet exquisite in its erotic results, and I soon find myself desperate
for a down stroke. After about 3 minutes of this, I'm going crazy, panting
heavily with another swelling erection. Suddenly a few light up and down
strokes delivered with just the thumb and index finger has me moaning loudly
with intense anticipation of pleasure. "Oh aunty, oh aunty, you are
sensational" I moan loudly. Of course aunty put a stop to that with more
upstrokes focussing just on the head as I cried in agony at the inflamed
sensitivity.

Rubbing and stroking so slowly that her hands barely seemed to move, my dick
is in a whole world on conflicting sensations. Finally, she uses her index
finger to slowly bring me towards a climax. "Do you love aunty, boy?" She
asked as she worked me closer to impending eruption. "Oh yes, yes" I moaned. I
would do anything for her at that particular moment having worked me back up
through the irritating pain until I was insane with desire for release. "Is
aunty your mistress? Will you obey auntie's every command?" she asked. "Oh
yes, yes mistress, I worship you and obey you, ohhhh" I groaned which earned a
wicked chuckle. "Are you going to ejaculate without permission?" she asked as
she began to rapidly stroke me with one hand while pulling on my balls with
the other. "Nnnoo nnoooo!" I groan barely able to hold on. "Ppplease aunty,
please mistress" I begged, needing to cum yet too frightened to do so without
her permission. "Very well but any prematureness on your part will be meet
with severe discipline. Understood?" She asked. "Yyyyes" I gasped crazy for
release. A few light almost imperceptible strokes with her finger and thumb on
the head of my cock was that all it took for aunty to force another big load
out of me. Aunty stopped stroking watching in stern amusement as blast after
blast erupt from my dick and I try to thrust my frozen hips trying to fuck the
air. After a while of emptying my balls I am totally shagged out having cum so
hard that my balls ache.

A series of gently touches to various points on my body unfreezes me and I
collapse panting, exhausted to the floor. "Let that be a lesson to you to
control your primal urges" She scolded. Of course, that now made aunty the
subject of some very heavy wet dreams. I kept reliving what she had done to me
and the skill with which she completely dominated me. I was shocked that she
had me like that for what must have been well over an hour whereas I could
barely last a fraction of that time in my dreams. I would get into such a mess
that I was really scared she would notice the stained sheets and punish me
some more, though in part I thought I would welcome the pleasure.

Her domination of me must have affected her too for the next few nights I
heard sounds of hard vigorous sex coming from the next room. Non-stop vigorous
sex that went on for ages and ages, so loud that I had to wrap the pillow
tightly over my ears in a vain attempt to block out the noise. I didn't know
whether to pity uncle for how could such a skinny frail looking elderly man
cope with such a large overweight and fiercely dominant woman? Or feel jealous
that she kept him at it for ages with her skilled hand, no doubt, wishing that
I was in his place yet at the same time scared of the thought.

Part 2. Strong Hand

By talking with some of the other, it seemed that our captors were interested
in the advanced weaponry recorded in the ancient Vedic texts and those of the
Bristlingdown hoard. In particular they were obsessed with the location of
Mahishasura's genitals. I deduced that they had found and excavated the
remains of the mythological Demon Lord only to find a piece of him missing.
The text describing his final battle with the Goddess Anahita [ECHO#05] had
mentioned how his lustful ejaculations for the Amazon Goddess had caused
plant-life to suddenly flourish. The military powers assumed that this was the
Demon Lord's dreadful weapon of which the Gods were afraid and sought it for
their own ends as some biological super-weapon.

Back in the cells, Piyush, the young Indian man welcomed me. "Hi Jim. Do you
remember me telling you about my aunty?" He asked after we swapped stories of
our interrogation. "How could I forget" I replied, wishing I had an aunty with
such a skilled hand. "Would you like for me to tell you what happened next? I
think you will like it" he said. "Yes of course, go ahead" I encouraged him,
interested in what else he had to say about his overweight dominant aunty.

***

"Move!" a loud hiss in my ear followed by a hard shove that pushed me out of
bed rudely awakened me as I hit the cold floor. It was still night and silvery
beams of a full moon bathed the room in a pale light. I looked around to see
what had woken me and caught aunty Chanda's full figure creeping up the
interior staircase that led to the flat roof. Puzzled I got up off the floor
and that's when I noticed the faint glowing vertical line running from the
skylight down to my bed. Curious I stepped forward to investigate and found
that it was a fine thread with small beads of light travelling down along it.
I peered closer and a sweet-smelling odour assailed me making me feel heady. I
backed away quickly. Aunty had warned me when I first arrived that gypsies
used this trick to rob people while they slept but I thought that she was just
trying to scare me.

Violent banging and thumping noises with the occasional female sounding yelp
of pain coming from above reminded me that aunty was up there facing who knows
what. I was just debating whether to go up and help when a black-clad figure
came tumbling down the stairs. "You leave my nephew alone bitch" my aunty said
as she appeared in the doorway at the top. As the black-clad form disappeared
into the gloom of the room, I rushed for the bedside lamp and switched it on.

After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that at the bottom of the stairs
lay a slim young woman. That surprised me because I had been expecting a man.
Not only that but she was a very beautiful young woman who looked no older
than myself. She was dusky skinned with smoulderingly sultry looks in a small
face with perfect features framed by luscious long black hair. Her nose was
sleek and slender nose, below which was a small mouth with appealing pouting
lips tense with nervous energy. She flashed me a glance and dark brown eyes
with long lashes burned their way into my soul. God, she was the most gorgeous
thing I'd ever seen. With slow cautious cat-like motions she got into a low
crouch very close to the floor. Her eyes darted like a feral animal trapped
between myself and aunty. She was slenderly built, perhaps around 5 foot 4
wearing a tight fitting black top and leggings that covered her body. I
recognised her as Lambani or what you in the West more commonly call Romani or
Gypsy. They are distantly related you know, through migrating nomads from
India centuries ago. I have nothing against people who do honest work but
don't like those who live by thieving off others. Yes I know that there are
good and bad in every community but around these wild isolated villages, aunty
had told me that most were were nothing more than criminals and gangsters. I
thought her generalisation racist. Maybe there were a few on the wrong side of
the law but I thought the majority would be good folk. However I certainly
never expected them to use such a lovely young girl for robbery.

In the blink of an eye and without a sound the young woman sprang right from
the floor to an incredible height in the air and was rushing right towards me
with her long slender legs scissoring wide apart, her foot aimed right at my
face. I was so dumbstruck that I didn't even begin to think to get out of the
way when suddenly a large figure in a flimsy white nightshirt hurled herself
off the stairs and rugby-tackled the girl in mid-air. I jumped back quickly in
alarm as both women crashed to the floor close to my feet. BLAM! The jarring
impact allowed the black-clad girl to slip auntie's grasp, rolling away
quickly then nimbly springing to her feet in one smooth continuous move like a
circus acrobat. Her dark sultry eyes bore in my direction and I realised that
I was blocking her only route of escape. As she took a confident step towards
me, it me uneasy to realise that this lovely female saw me as the weakest
link. She took another step towards me with a smile spreading on her lovely
lips knowing that I was easy meat. Suddenly aunty leapt up behind her and
stretched her hand towards the girl's shoulder. As if she had eyes in the back
of her head, the slim brunette spun with amazing speed and unleashed a furious
whirlwind of punches and kicks towards poor aunty that would have been worthy
of Angela Mao. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM the speed was devastating and I knew that I
wouldn't have stood a chance against that. With incredible speed and stunning
flexibility, the girl unleased a non-stop torrent of kicks to auntie's head
with her long slim legs. It sounded like a hailstorm and was afraid that I
would be next. Her slender legs was a constant blur as they whipped aunty
without mercy yet surprisingly the big woman just stood there and blocked them
all with her arms. For such an overweight woman, her arms moved incredibly
quickly yet that didn't faze the girl who blasted a devastatingly fast series
of punches into her fat gut. THUD THUD THUD "Unghh unghh" aunty grunted softly
but otherwise barely flinched. I had never seen a woman do martial arts like
this while actually in the same room before but instead of being turned on, I
was concerned for aunty and also knew that once she had finished destroying
her that she would come after me. I knew that I had no chance against the
martial arts skills of this lethal beauty.

The young Lambani woman may have been lovely but her long legs pounded at
auntie's defences like a hyper-fast windmill. Aunty just stood there under
constant bombardment and took it. Suddendly as quick as a viper her hand
darted out and caught the girl's foot while she executed another high kick
towards her head. Yanking the girl close by the leg, aunty hammered her big
pudgy fist right into her slim flat gut. WHUMP "Borrrrragh!" such an ugly
sound came out of the beautiful young woman as her sultry face melted
downwards into an ugly looking gasping mask of sheer agony. Standing next to
aunty, the girl seemed to be only a slip of a thing. Her slender flat stomach
was no match for auntie's big fist which struck like the hammer of the Gods
driven by her thick arm at such close range. The black-clad lethal beauty
crumpled quickly with her torso snapping sharply forwards until it was at
right angles around her cramped stomach with her shocked face looking at the
floor. After what I'd seen of auntie's hidden strength that day in the garden,
I couldn't bear to think of the awful devastation she could inflict with that
fist.

Showing only cold emotion in her steely-hard face, aunty calmly raised her
elbow above the girl's bowed head and slammed the point down hard upon the
back of her slim neck. WHUMP! The girl's eyes flew wide open in shock and her
mouth dropped wide open. Her black-clad body fell towards the floor until
aunty caught her by the shoulders. Holding her up like a rag doll aunty
snarled in a menacing voice "You attack a member of my family, you have me to
answer to, bitch". The very next second aunty hoisted the young woman into the
air with one hand under her armpit and the other between her legs. The
severely winded girl was propelled high above auntie's head with ease. She
probably wasn't that heavy being very slender in build but aunty looked so
powerful as she held her up in front of her while carrying her to the nearest
wall. Not that the girl had given up the fight. With remarkable tenacity
although clearly badly-winded, the young thief-woman delivered a short series
of very flexible kicks that rocked auntie's head and visibly made her very
angry.

All of a sudden aunty body-slammed the girl down to the floor on her back.
BERLAM! The girl arched up backwards like a bridge, her head thrown back with
her mouth wide open gasping in pain. Much bigger and heavier than her
opponent, aunty looked extremely powerful and dominant as she leant forward,
grabbed the fighting girl's legs then shoved them between her massive thighs.
The hem of auntie's nightshirt was pulled right up as the girl's legs were
yanked close to top of her wide legs. It was the first time that I'd seen her
bare thighs and they looked very firm not flabby. The girl was certainly
feisty and with amazing stamina flung her torso right off the floor in a tight
U shape to punch aunty in the gut. WHAP! Her small fist sounded like it struck
hard but instead of plunging deep into auntie's flabby gut to my surprise it
just sprang right back.

Unfortunately for the lovely wild young woman aunty caught one arm then the
other and stuffed both together between her huge wide thighs alongside the
girl's legs. She looked like a weird human prawn bent forwards double hanging
in mid-air from auntie's legs like a limpet. Aunty looked down at her
strangely held prisoner with such a look of unrivalled superiority that my
dick was instantly rigid. The thief-girl who was already badly winded was
clearly struggling to breathe with her body folded over like that. "Like
kicking and punching people in their homes do you, bitch-thief" aunty snarled
"I'll soon fix that". A look of fierce concentration came over auntie's face
and at first I didn't understand what she was doing but then girl began to
make strange gasps and groans of discomfort and I noticed a slight tremor in
auntie's thick wide thighs. Slowly she raised herself onto her toes and I
gasped when her massive thick thighs ballooned up each with three unmistakable
very thick slabs of quad muscle although softly defined. They swelled to an
absolute enormous size looking powerfully hard. Auntie's huge bulky thighs
totally outsize the combined limbs of the young woman which looked so thin and
frail in comparison. Such power emanated from auntie's legs that I had a
massive throbbing erection. CLOCK CLOCK CRACK SNAP such terrible popping and
cracking noises came from between her huge legs and the girl threw back her
head, rocking back and forth with mouth open wide. A gasping chilling scream
escaped her winded lungs.

I looked on in pure horror as with a satisfied look aunty lowered her feet
back down flat to the floor. Opening her legs, she seized the broken girl and
pulled her so that she was kneeling in front of her with her back to her. As
Aunty wrapped a massive thick arm tightly around the young woman's throat, it
looked so tiny in her big arm. At first I thought she was going to apply a
sleeper hold and knock the girl out. My dick began to beat in anticipation as
I never even suspected that aunty knew such a thing and was excited to watch.
But as she clamped her hand around the crown of her head I realised her deadly
intent. "No, aunty! Don't kill her" I cried in horror as she prepared to break
the girl's neck. "Are you soft in the head, boy?" she asked glaring at me.
Oddly her gaze softened and she spoke more gently to me than I was used to.
"You do know that the bitch would have killed you without a moment's thought?"
she asked "Once you were under the influence of that knock-out liquid, she
would have crept down from the roof like the thief she is and killed you
without consideration in case you woke while she ransacked your possessions.
She was probably after that laptop of yours".

Aunty roughly spun the girl around and put one arm around her slender waist
and pressed her face right back with her big plump hand cupped around her chin
so that she was looking up at the ceiling, once again demonstrating her
dominance. For the first time I got a good look at the girl's clothes. Made
from rough cotton dyed black, it fit her slender figure snugly. "Where's her
knife then?" I challenged noticing the flat lines of her clothes with no
tell-tale bulges. "Are you blind, Boy? She is Kali-sect. Don't you see what
she wears? Didn't you know that the Goddess Anahita gave the unarmed fighting
arts to Indian women long before male soldiers stole the ideas and spread them
to other races?" she lectured "Even the style she wears was copied by the
Ninja". "That should have given you a clue. Didn't you see how she nearly
kicked your head off? Or how nimbly she fought against me" Aunty continued.
She pressed the girl's face further back tilting it so that her sultry eyes
were looking back at me. "Look at her. You think she is pretty?" I did. "The
little tramp knows Kalitsu. The forbidden art which uses only techniques from
other martial arts that kill, main and destroy" she said. How aunty knew that
I did not know.

With one mighty surge, aunty lifted the broken girl into the air as if she
hardly weighed anything at all. She then slammed her mid-way up against the
wall her with her feet dangling off the floor with auntie's thick arm across
the top of her shoulders and throat pinning her against the wall. "My nephew
has a sensitive nature and doesn't want me to kill you because he finds you
attractive" She told her right into her face. "He returns to Delhi in a few
weeks. You will undoubtedly heal but if I ever see you around my house or
family Piyush won't be here to save you with his kind heart" she told her. She
raised her thick right arm in front of the girl's face and to my amazement
flexed it. A big smooth solid mound rose up and there was no doubt that it was
a real bicep. A very large solid thick shapely smooth mass of powerful
hardness. Her forearms swelled and hardened too. The girl grew visibly
agitated at the sight of the unexpectedly large firm bulge on the fat woman's
arm.

Smiling arrogantly aunty lowered her arm then BLAM! that muscle hammered her
fist brutally hard into the young woman's gut with such ferocity that the wall
behind shook. Auntie's pudgy fist sunk in so deep into her belly that surely
it must have almost hit her backbone. The girl's torso instantly wanted to
fold sharply but was prevented from doing so by aunties forearm pressed across
her throat. The girl's face was an expression of pure misery as aunty let her
drop to the floor at her feet. "Look away" she instructed glaring at me. I
covered my eyes but couldn't help peaking. I saw her shove the girls head
between her massive thighs which completely swallowed it up. Suddenly those
huge firm thighs bulged and looked dangerously powerful. "No, aunty you
promised you wouldn't kill her" I shouted knowing that the girl's head would
have no chance against auntie's massive thighs. Aunty sighed and opened her
legs. The girl fell out limply with her eyes shut, unconscious and not dead.

"You're too soft hearted Piyush" aunty told me, the way her mammoth breasts
swayed beneath her nightdress disturbingly indicating no bra. I tried not to
stare and concentrated on her face. "Out here on the frontier the Police are
few and far between and most are corrupt as an English politician. You have to
be hard to survive out here" she told me. "No good will come of letting this
bitch live" she told me. I should have listened. Aunty scooped up the limp
form of the girl like she was a rag-doll and flung her over her broad shoulder
as if she were nothing more than an empty rucksack. "I'll put her out with the
trash as she deserves where her dirty scavenging kind will find her" She told
me "You clean up the mess she made and lock the roof door".

***

She wasn't gone long but all the while I couldn't stop replaying those feats
of strength and how she stood up to the incredible kicks and punches of that
beautiful but deadly thief-girl. I kept remembering the sight of her powerful
thick wide thighs as they broke bones and that huge solid beefy bicep she had
flexed in the girl's face before punching her in the stomach. By the time she
returned there was only one thing that I wanted to do. "Oh aunty, you were
totally amazing. The way you dealt with that girl. And so strong" I gushed
praise upon her when she had hardly got through the door. "Please aunty, let
me feel your biceps. Let me feel how strong you are, please aunty" I begged
like a silly over-excited kid. She was not amused "What is this is? Don't be
silly, go to bed or it's the sari for you". I shut up remembering the
humiliation she put me through last time. But I just couldn't put it out of my
mind and the next day I kept pestering her to show me how strong she was until
I was clearly getting on her nerves. "Very well" she sighed "We will sit at
the table, I will humiliate you in arm-wrestling then you will be silent and
that will be that".

We sat down on opposite sides of the table. A mature bulky overweight Indian
woman in an elegant sari put her elbow on the table and clasped hands with a
slender fit young student boy. It should have been a foregone conclusion.
"1-2-3 go" she said. A brief swell of firm bicep beneath her top then BLAM! It
was over so quickly, an immense overwhelming power just slammed the back of my
hand into the table. I didn't have a chance. "B..b..best of three" I stammered
stunned by how easily she had beaten me. She just laughed and as she stood up
"Do you really think that will change the outcome. Now get on with your
chores".

I got up and blocked her way "Please aunty, show me more. You are so strong.
Lift me up like you did that girl". "Boy, you are getting tedious" she
complained but strangely didn't try to push past me as I would have expected.
Instead she placed her big hands firmly around my waist and with a sudden
surge of power I was stunned to find myself lifted clean off my feet and sent
soaring above the level of her head then pressed clean overhead. "Oh aunty!" I
gasped exhilarated by her strength. I may be slim but I'm no lightweight yet
aunty had lifted me quickly with no visible effort. She shattered all my
pre-conceptions of her as a lazy fat mature woman and kept me pressed above
her head for some time leaving me dangling from the ends of her arms looking
down at the floor which looked a long way away. That's when I found I had a
great view down the front of her sari. Two large fleshy mounds with a deep
cleavage were below me like a dramatic erotic cliff-edge. The combination of
that sight and the feeling of her strength as she held me rock steady in the
air had the inevitable effect. With my crotch just above her eyes, she didn't
fail to notice. "Aiiieee! What is this is?" she exclaimed in disgust. She
returned my feet to the floor very quickly and removed her hands as if it were
contagious. "Please, aunty. It's just you are so strong" I tried to explain
while she stood in front of me rolling her eyes in exasperation. "It's very
exciting when you show your strength" I tried to justify myself. "It's only a
natural reaction, aunty. It doesn't mean I want to have sex with you" I added.
"Didn't the goddess Anahita give women strong bodies if not for men to worship
them" I told her. "So you believe it is your duty to worship me because I am
strong, do you?" she asked thoughtfully "and not just an excuse because you
can't control your primal urges?". "N..no" I replied. It was too late now to
back out so I went for the plunge. "I'd really like to feel your biceps,
aunty. To feel how big and strong they are" my heart raced as I said that.

The explosion of disgusted outrage that I had expected was not forthcoming.
Aunty studied me for a moment Then to my utter amazement, raised both arms out
to each side parallel to the floor. Clenching her fists she slowly raised her
forearms to the vertical. My breathing was laboured and my heart pounded as
the short sleeves pulled back to accommodate the expanded growth of her
already thick arms. The tops of her big arms became gently rounded and very
solid looking. There was nothing flabby about those arms now, there was no
question that they were muscle. "Well, what are you waiting for boy?" she
asked. Carefully I reached out, each hand going to each of those thick hard
looking mounds. "Wow!" I gasped in appreciation. They were really solid and I
could feel their hardness going deep into her thick fleshy arms like massive
rocks lying just beneath the surface. The peaks weren't that defined but they
were the hardest most massive female biceps that I had ever felt. It was like
a dream come true. I kept caressing and feeling them, my erection becoming
achingly hard. "Oh aunty they're amazing" I moaned. With those large hard
swollen biceps I couldn't even get both of my hands around her thick upper
arm. "So big" I sighed as my hands explored and found the back of her arms
were also hard. My passion grew as I groped her biceps over and over. They
were so hard that I couldn't squeeze them.

"Oh aunty I just want to worship your muscles" I moaned as I bent my lips to
kiss that large solid bulge. She watched me with amusement as I got more
passionate with the feel of hard muscle under my lips. I had never knowingly
met a woman with muscle before, let alone be able to feel and kiss them. To
touch a real live muscle woman was turning me on with rampant desire. "Oh I
want to worship you so bad" I moaned then leant close to her face to try to
kiss her passionately on the lips. BLAM! The side of her hand chopped my face
right along the side of my nose. "Aieee I knew it! You cannot control your
urges. You want to rape me" she cried. BLAM her hand slashed down and chopped
the side of my neck hard. Everything went dizzy and blackness swirled around
me. I was vaguely aware of aunty walking around behind me. BLAM! "Ouch!" I
yelped as an heavy stomp to the back of my knee sent me sprawling onto the
floor. I lay there rubbing the back of my leg watching her large shapely
calves flex as she left the room knowing that she was going to fetch the Sari
of Discipline.

In one sense I looked forward to auntie's skilled hand giving me an absolutely
amazing hand-job, what hetrosexual male wouldn't? To have a woman keeping you
erect for a long time in a seemingly never-ending state of arousal. On the
other hand I didn't want to be paralysed like that again and verbally
humiliated. Hearing her footsteps returning, I got to my feet to face her. I
thought I had the words right in my head of how I would apologise to her but
as soon as I caught sight of that sheer black sari which hid nothing of the
naked body beneath and the amazing erotic sheen it gave those massive bare
breasts, all words were forgotten and my tongue was tied. "G...ga..you look
amazing" was all I could say as she walked towards me. "Still perving after
me, boy" she growled sternly. N..no aunty" I protested. If I had expected to
be paralysed and given another slow hand job I was badly mistaken. "You want
to feel how strong I am, boy, you've got it" she snarled.

Moving swiftly for such a large-built woman, aunty grabbed my right arm then
quickly whipped it behind my back. She pressed my hand right up between my
shoulder-blades so far that I was sure something would break. "Argh no no" I
yelped in pain. It felt like my right shoulder blade was sticking out like a
chicken wing as aunty forced-marched me towards the large spacious double bed
upon which I slept at night. This was an unusual luxury for me as back home
the whole family slept on mattresses on the floor in one communal room. I had
no choice but to go whereever she forced me and she marched me over to the
foot of the bed. "Ouch!" I cried as a sudden painful surge of unimaginable
power lifted me from the floor using my bent arm and the back of my shorts
then sent me hurtling forwards to crash land in the middle of the bed. Woah!
my dick gave a lurch as I reliased that aunty had thrown me with sheer brute
strength.

As I turned over onto my back to look back, I got the fright of my life.
Untold enormously heavy pounds of over-large womanhood leapt towards me in a
sheer black sari. BLAM! "Orrrrrph!" I cried as her massive weight landed on
top of me pile-driving me deep into the mattress. "Orrgh!" she squashed me
like a bug under her enormous weight while her huge boobs smothered my face.
"Mmmm mmmm!" I protested into her big soft mammaries. Seizing my hands, she
slammed them into the pillow over my head over and over demonstrating how
feeble I was against her. I was stunned by just how strong she was. Believe it
or not, I had done some wrestling when I was in high school. Wrestling is very
popular in India, but I had never faced such a size and weight difference as
this. I struggled trying to shake her off but she was just too heavy. All of a
sudden she reared up over me upon her arms pressing my hands further into the
mattress. Gulping down air, I stared with longing at sheer black sheathed wide
deep wall of unrestrained bust that dangled down towards my face. "Come on
boy" she sneered "when are you going to start wrestling me?" she asked with a
cruel chuckle. I tried to buck my body and kick my legs to give me added
momentum but then in alarm I felt auntie's big thick legs trying to pin my
puny skinny ones. Desperately I tried moving and kicking my legs to avoid
capture, but it was no use. It only took a short time for her meaty calves and
feet to catch beneath my knees and rip my legs wide apart with seemless effort
into a grapevine press. "Argh!" I cried out as a devastating overwhelming
force tore my legs wide apart until the tendons were agony at the crux of my
crotch. "Argghh!" it felt like her legs were tearing me in two. "Now you can
feel how strong aunty is can't you boy?" aunty asked sarcastically as her big
legs held mine agonisingly apart.

Still pinning my hands to the bed, that massive wall of bust slowly lowered
until it pressed against my face. The soft silk encased fleshy orbs moulded
themselves around the contours of my face. As her chest settled putting more
weight behind them, I found to my alarm that I couldn't breathe. Aunty was
again suffocating me with her giant breasts. "Just look at you. There is
nothing that you can do to stop me but lie there and suffer" her hard cruel
voice said. "Mmmm mmmm!" I protested into the huge smothering pillows. This
time aunty had no need to render me helpless with some nerve strikes for I was
incapacitated by her strong arms and legs which held me immobile while her
breasts smothered me. At one point she let go of my hands but I still felt
impotent as her heavy body pinned me down and her legs continued to spread
mine wide. "Mmmm mmmm!" All I could do was moan into her deep cleavage with
massive mounds piled up around my face and let my hands explore her wide
backside. "Mmmooorr!" aunty had a very ample backside and I felt the contours
of her large rounded buttocks through the thinness of the silk that covered
them. I was excited to find that they were actually quite firm and not as
flabby as I had first thought. I was getting quite turned on that I was in
such close intimate contact with a woman and aunty was one whole lotta woman
as the song goes and a very strong one at that. Everywhere I put my hands was
a wide expanse of skin that felt initially soft but with a solidness beneath.

"How does it feel boy to be dominated by a woman's breasts?" she asked. I
liked it a lot but was too scared to tell her. "Oh aunty" I moaned panting for
air as her breasts lifted to let me snatch a gulp of precious air.
"Arghhmmmm!" I yelped as a surge of added power tore my legs wider apart and
my cries of pain smothered by her phenomenal chest. "I hope you are not
enjoying this, boy" she scolded "this is meant to be discipline not pleasure".
"Mmm mmmm mmm!" I could only moan into her cleavage as terrible agony burned
in my crotch as she stretched the tendons to tearing point. Feeling such
unstoppable power in her legs of course made my cock rock solid and the
knowledge that she could probably feel it sticking up close to her backside
was dangerously exciting. Aunty closed her forearms around the base of my head
cupping it and pressing it so far into her deep cleavage where no air could be
found. "Mmmm mmmm!" I was running out of air and my body's survival instinct.
I began grapping at her thick arms trying to prise them apart but couldn't
even create the smallest gap to allow the air in.

Finally she released my legs and for a moment I could breathe as her bust
raised itself away from my face. I had barely sighed with relief before she
grabbed the back of my head and pulled my torso forward as she sat back into
my lap. PFFFRAT! PFFFRAT! With her arms around the back of my head she held it
in place as she swung her silk covered bust from one side to the other.
PFFRAT! PFFFRAT! It felt like my face was getting bashed by two boxing bags.
PFFRAT! PFFRAT! For such a large soft looking endowment they weighed quite a
bit and packed quite a punch. I was certainly that she could easily knock me
out with them.

Finally my head was freed and fell back to the mattress with aunty raised on
her arms over me like a predator. "Fancy letting yourself get beaten by a pair
of women's breasts, how humiliating" She sneered in a voice dripping with
sarcasm. With that she leapt upon me and began wrestling me around the bed.
The big woman just pulled me this way and that and no matter what wrestling
trick I tried on her, her sheer mass just overwhealmed me. There was so much
woman to handle and she was far too strong for me. She would pin my chest and
stomach simply by laying her thick leg on top or she would sit me up with her
thick arms around my head then throw me back down and pin my shoulders. With
boundless energy, aunty would sit her immense weight upon my belly and
purposefully force my hands down with deliberate slowness so that I could feel
her superior strength.

"Come on, boy. Make me work for it" She growled before leaping upon me and
hauling me up with a thick arm locked tight around the back of my neck pulling
my left cheek against the side of a large soft silk covered right breast. Yes
it did feel sensual but my mind was on other things. "Arghh!" I groaned as she
pulled me tight against her breast with shocking strength. "Garrhh!" it felt
like my neck was being crushed by a wall. My hand felt the arm wrapped around
my neck grabbing on in helpless frustration as she twisted and turned
wrenching my neck. I was shocked by just how wide her upper arm felt for it
felt like my thin neck was trapped in vast expanse of thick female flesh. Her
skin felt soft to the touch and as I began to grab and slap at the arm
crushing me, my hand would sink into the soft flesh until slapping up against
hard dense muscle. SLAP SLAP SLAP my palm stung as it slapped in vain against
the solid plain of hardness bearing down upon my head. "Argh!" I yelped as my
head was savagely yanked so hard that I was flung from one side of the bed to
other straining my neck before she slammed me down upon my side. Her vast
weight fell upon me with my neck still firmly braced by her thick solid arm.
"Argh!" I struggled and strained trying to throw her huge bulk off me but it
was impossible and her arm as solid as a clamp.

But the idea of getting to grips with my strong aunty filled me with a strange
lust. At first I concentrated on trying to twist and turn quickly to break her
head lock. With a great deal of effort, I managed to wriggle out from under
her and managed to get to my knees by her side. "Urrgh!" I had to work hard to
fight for every inch as her big arm refused to release my neck. Getting my
feet under I managed to rise into a crouch, still looking down at the mattress
in her strong headlock. BERLAM! Still in her headlock aunty just slammed me
over her hip back onto the mattress. "Ouch!" that fall really yanked my neck.
WHUMP! "Orrrarghhh!" I cried as she slammed her massive bodyweight on top of
me and tried to bring her other arm arm around to double-lock my head. In
desperation I tried to hold on to it to stop her but she was too strong and my
neck was immovably locked in the crook of her arm. My god the power was so
intense I thought my neck would break. I bucked my body like crazy trying to
form a back-bridge While trying to twist my body around on the bed. "Arghh!"
the strain upon my neck was phenomenal as it locked my head in a skin covered
steel clamp.

Suddenly I broke free, although looking back at it I suspect that aunty
released me so that she could toy with me some more like a cat plays with a
mouse. Quickly I rolled over onto my front and tried to scramble as quick as I
could off the bed. "You're not going anywhere until I've finished explaining
things to you, boy" her voice chuckled from behind my head. "Orrph!" I groaned
as she landed heavily on my back, her weight pressing my body deep into the
mattress. Again I began to wriggle and writhe to stop her laying on top and
pinning me but she was just too heavy. I felt her heavy legs spread across
mine and her feet hook onto the insides of my calves then "Arghh!" they ripped
my legs wide apart in an inverted grapevine press while her weight bore down
on my back. "Arghh arghh OK aunty you win. Please stop" I begged. No chance,
she just tucked her arms under my armpits and grasped the fronts of my
shoulders and began to pull my chest up from the bed, putting stress on my
spine as she bent me backwards like a bow. "Argh no please aunty no" I wept as
a mighty surge of power from her arms peeled my front off the bed upwards in a
backwards curl as far as my navel. Her right arm slid up around my neck and
her left hand clamped upon the back. "Urrrrhhkk!" It was all too much, my
spine screamed agony from being bent back like that while my crotch was in
agony from her grapevine on top of which her powerful arms was choking off my
air and making my head spin. There was nothing I could do except slap the
mattress in frustration. Aunty had me at her mercy yet again.

I recognised this a form of sleeper hold and my cock went absolutely rigid
that aunty would have such knowledge and was using it on me. Somehow she
managed to keep my hanging on there in her terribly strong choke-hold while
spreading my legs and bending me backwards like a pretzel. That aunty was the
most dominant woman that I'd had ever met, there was no doubt and now I knew
first hand that it wasn't just a superior attitude and the way she spoke.
"Ooooohharr!" my eyesight blurred as her big thick arms clamped down much too
hard leaving me gasping for air and my head swimming. "Not nearly good enough,
boy" She told me. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, my vision was narrowing
and I felt nauseous. Once again I was totally helpless, subjucated by my
dominant aunty who had kicked my arse and was putting me away, my erection
began lurching uncontrollably getting stiffer in acknowledgement of her being
way too much for me to handle.

Just as I knew that I was slipping away my face was slammed into the mattress.
"Oh no, you are not getting away with it that easily, boy" auntie's stern
voice told me. "What a joke!" she sneered nastily "What a pitiful specimen of
manhood you are". "Man up" she sneered. "Ha! Wait until your mother hears how
her precious spoilt son was no match wrestling his aunty" she crowed in
delight. "No please, don't tell her" I begged, rolling over on the bed and
sitting up to face her. She was sitting on her heels watching me with a
bemused smug expression on her large square face. "Why not?, it's only the
truth isn't it Piyush? Shall I tell her how you kept following me around
staring at my breasts? And how you follow behind me when I am going upstairs
trying to look at my legs?" she replied with a look of confident superiority.
"How you tried to feel my arms and have unnatural desires towards me?" She
crowed "How I crushed you like a bug". "You're just a big bully" the words
came out of my mouth before I had engaged my brain. Her face filled with the
wrath of Kali. "How dare you! Who just saved your worthless life from that
killer thief-bitch?" she raged then fell silent staring at me. "I..I'm
grateful to you for that" I stuttered red-face feeling awkward. "Then prove me
wrong. Put up a fight" she said in a condescending tone. "Wrestle me like a
man, not a wimpy mummy's boy" The words cut like a knife, I was furious with
her and wanted to teach her a lesson. "Alright" I snapped back.

As she sat back on her heels watching me with a smirk of superiority, I knew
that I just wanted to get my hands on that big strong body. This might be the
first and last time that I'd ever wrestle a woman. I got to my knees and faced
her on the bed then quickly sprang forwards hoping to take her off-guard and
knock her onto her back and pin her with sheer weight of momentum. BLAT! I
found myself crashing into a big wall of flabby flesh and big boobs that only
gave way slightly before two thick arms came out to grab me. We were both
kneeling on the bed with our arms around each other grappling. Desparately I
tried to force her down to the mattress but her bulk was too great and to my
alarm she forced me to topple over to my side. Determined not to be pinned I
grappled like crazy repeatedly trying to get my arms around her to gain
control. There was so just much of her that my hands found themselves in
places that embarrassed me such as her ample backside with her big buttocks or
her big wobbly bust. I managed to get behind her and tried to hold on until
she just reached behind her head to capture mine and slammed me over shoulder.
Flat on my back as she reared over me I struggled to avoid being pinned.
Needing something to grab hold of and before I realised it, I found my hand
between her legs grabbing her crotch. I think that surprised her and for a
moment I managed to partially lift her until her weight became too much. I'd
rolled her over to her side but she didn't let go of me and held onto my upper
arms as she raised her big thick leg and managed to get the heavy calve across
my back. I wriggled and struggled desperately to break her hold knowing that
she was going for a body-scissors and remembering in fright how her big legs
broke the thief-girl. I twisted beneath her like snake dislodging her leg and
holding onto her waist trying to push her off, but she was too heavy for me.
With dismay I felt aunty scrambling over my chest her weight pinning me once
more as she sat high across my chest with a wide 'told you so' smile.

"That was better, boy but nowhere near good enough" her strident voice told
me. With relief her heavy weight lifted as she dismounted and swung herself
towards the edge of the bed before lowering her feet to the floor and
standing. Before I had a chance to sit up big pudgy hands seized my legs
around the shins and hauled me to the edge of the bed. My back slid quickly
across the sheets to where aunty loomed over me like a female colossus
whereupon she wrapped her arms beneath my knees in an embrace and hauled me
off the bed. "Woah!" I cried alarmed to feel nothing supporting my back. She
flung me around and I grabbed the closest thing for support which was her
substantial waist where I clung on for dear life in case she dropped me.
That's when she carried me around the room with her arms tucked beneath my
knees. "Look at you, just skin and bones. There's nothing to you, boy" she
sneered.

I may be lanky but I'm not that much of a lightweight. She was just so strong.
Once again aunty had made me feel so helpless with her unexpected strength
that my cock grew uncontrollably harder. Of course holding my lower end she
couldn't fail to notice. "Aiieee! What is this is?" she asked in a loud
querulous voice. She turned suddenly, my torso curled around the side of her
body and I clung on to her wide hips with my face close to her ample backside
as she held both legs in one arm while her hand felt the rock hard tent in my
shorts. "Acha so hard!" she said giving the tent-pole a good long feel "Such a
bad boy, unable to control your lust". With that she undid my shorts
single-handed and whipped them off. "You know the rules, boy. Don't force me
to deliver hard punishment" with those terrifying words she swung my body
around and lifted me right up and laid my back across her wide shoulders. She
held me there holding onto my right arm on one side and the top of my leg on
the other. I had such feelings of her superior strength that my cock was
standing rigidly upright as I was overwhelmed by her dominance. Keeping me
balanced she begun to slowly manipulate my dick.

I've told you before how skilled aunty is with her hand, how she likes to go
nice and slow with a loose hand and gossamer light touch. Well against such a
woman, a man has no chance and she soon had me longing for release.
"Orrrrrrgh!" I gasped as she slowly played with the head of my cock,
alternating fast and slow strokes to keep me on the edge. I heard her chuckle
"Remember the rules, boy" She told me in a menacing tone "you ejaculate in my
hand without my permission and I will break your balls". The memory of her
dreadful wide knee hammering up between my legs had a chilling effect on my
erection but aunty soon made up for that as she pressed me up high until my
face and dick were almost pressing against the ceiling. "Woah!" I yelped as
from my position up high I was allowed to fall until aunty caught me, spun me
over and pressed me back high again this time looking down her large form
below clad in sheer black silk. "Enjoy the view, boy" she chuckled as she
caught me looking down her impressive cleavage. Holding me up with just one
hand pressed against my stomach, her other hand grasped my dangling dick and
began to use long slow downward tunnel strokes. "Orrrrr ooorrrrr" I moaned in
pleasure. "Just like milking a cow" she remarked.

She lowered me down back across her shoulders in this new position and
continued to slowly and softly manipulate me into a state of arousal,
prolonging my lust. I was so turned on to find myself helpless once more on
her wide shoulders that I was hugging onto and kissing the thick arms that
supported me and stroking her back. "Oh aunty, you're amazing" I gushed.
"Really? I seem to remember you calling me a bully a few moments ago" she
remarked in a bemused tone while slowly jerking my cock. "Woah!" I yelped as
suddenly I was falling as aunty slammed me my back down upon the bed. Aunty
leapt upon and immediately began wrestling me all over the bed, swallowing my
head up with strong thick arms to apply more brutal headlocks while rolling
with me from one side to the other. Then clamping her large hands around my
throat to throttle me with terrible strength that had my mind spinning in a
dreadful whirl. "Kkkk kkkk!" I was choking and no matter how I tried to prise
her fingers away they just wouldn't budge. "Are you going to let a woman choke
you to death Piyush?" she asked coldly. In despair, I worked at her fingers
but just could not break her hold. Darkness closed in and she nearly choked me
out.

But she didn't, aunty continued to demonstrate her physical dominance over me
by wrestling me in whatever direction she wanted all over the bed. The more
aunty tossed me around the bed, the more she restrained and choked me, the
harder my dick became. My face is bright red as I struggle, breathing heavily
and gasping with exhaustion as I writhe and struggle helplessly to stop her.
Finally she scoops me from the bed and once more lifts me up to lay with my
back draping along her wide shoulders. "Now where were we?" she asked in an
exaggerated manner "Oh yes". With that her hand steals once more to my
erection and lightly and slowly pumps it harder. You might say that this was
just sex, but it wasn't. I had no control over the situation, aunty was in
complete control, this was sexual domination pure and simple. At the same time
I was being physically dominated by auntie's great strength as she
effortlessly carried me across her shoulders. That also kept my erection up.
"So light Piyush" Aunt remarked as she carried me around the room "You really
should eat more and put on some weight after all you don't girls to be able to
carry you like a little doll".

She stopped in front of the dressing table mirror admiring herself. The sight
of myself reflected there in such a helpless position with auntie's hand
working up my erection. Just made it worse. Faced with my own subduction I was
soon so rock hard that I was moaning and gasping while asking aunty for
permission to cum. "Really boy, are you so unable to control your own body"
she scolded while gently stroking at the head of my cock. "Need I remind you
not to ejaculate without my permission". I didn't need reminding but it was
physically impossible to hold back struggling not to cum. Aunty was a bully, a
sexual bully. There was no way for me to hold on and soon my body was jerking
and my hips thrusting trying to wank myself off in auntie's slow moving hand
while I lay across her shoulders. I struggled on in frustration, being brought
to the edge over and over again but stopped short until I was desperate for
release and so close you could almost feel it. "Please aunty, please I need to
cum" I submissively asked.

Aunty didn't bother to reply. "Woah!" I cried as she leant forward and slammed
my back onto the bed then stood by my side staring down at me. Being thrown
like that by my overweight aunty while she wore her sexy gossamer thin black
sari nearly made me lose it completely. "Oh aunty please.." I began but was
cut off when the big woman raised her open palm hand in warning. In total
silence we both stared at my hard-on for several seconds as it pointed
straight up and twitching with no-one touching it. Without saying a word, she
reached out her hand to the head of my throbbing dick and touched it with just
one flick of her fingers. That was all it took to bring me over the edge.
"Urrhgh nnnn nnnnah

Nnnahh!" I moaned loudly as my body jerked violently arching up and thrusting
my hips in an intense loud orgasm as spunk exploded from my swollen erect dick
like a grotesque fountain. I then collapsed panting with the exertion. As my
heartbeat slowed down I heard the words that sent ice-cold chills of terror
down my spine. "Did I give you permission for that gross display?" aunty asked
sternly.

Before I could even beg for mercy auntie's immense body was flying through the
air falling rapidly towards me. BLAM! "Wooargh!" my breath exploded from my
mouth as her large distended belly slammed with tremendous force into my face
with the force driving me deep into the mattress. Instantly her arms wrapped
arms around mine to pin them to my side. "Mmmm! Mmm!" I protested into her big
wobbly expanse of a sari-covered belly. There was nothing that I could as the
belly slid forwards towards my own and I found my face rubbing against her
crotch until my eyes were looking up between two massive walls of sheer black
clad flesh that were the inside of her big scary thighs, staring up at the
vast expanse of her backside as she hitched up the back of her sari. Aunty's
massive weight pressed down upon my stomach making it hard to breath as she
lay on top of me facing my feet.

The enormous high walls of her thighs closed in around my head, lifting my
face and forcing it right against those enormous yet very firm looking
buttocks. God the sight of that massive backside in the raw was incredibly
exciting and such a turn-on. Yet I was terrified that she would pop my skull
between those thighs just as she had nearly done with that girl thief.
"Orrrghhh!" I groaned in agony for the pressure was truly immense. Yet while
she was inflicting terrible pressure upon my head with her massive legs I felt
her warm wet tongue lightly touch the sensitive head of my dick then begin to
lick it skilfully with small touches. Yet with the head over-sensitive
post-orgasm, those light touches of her tongue was enough to make me cry for
her to stop, but of course she didn't. Her massive legs squeezed tight around
my skull which felt tiny in their embrace reminding me that there was no
chance of escape. Despite the agonising irritation aunty licked and sucked my
dick making it grow

steadily. This time she wasn't going slow and soon was licking me into an
absolute frenzy. Just as my dick grew irresistibly hard, so too the pressure
from her massive thighs which now bore down with head spinning, cheek and jaw
bending power that had me frightened for my life for I knew she could pop my
skull like a balloon between those legs.

Ignoring my pleas to stop touching the sensitive head, aunty just carried on
tormenting me with a slow, gentle blow job. Starting out slowly with gentle
licks then driving me insane with irritability as she very lightly nibbled on
the head of my engorged dick making it grow chubby, then erect. Slowly with
relentless drive, while crushing my poor head, she began to suck away at my
balls and cock going excruciatingly slow at first, but gradually stepping up
the pace. "Orrrrrgh!" I moaned, I just didn't have a chance trapped between
the pleasure of her mouth and the brutal bone-crushing power of her immense
thighs. The pressure built up in my balls to bursting point and I was
beginning to moan deliriously with the intense pleasure. As soon as aunty
feels me start to tense she stops what she's doing and crushes down brutally
hard upon my head with her powerful thighs like a boa constrictor until I'm
screaming and begging for mercy with tears in my eyes, scared that my skull is
going to shatter under the insane power. It is only then that she eases off
the terrible pressure while her mouth slowly caresses and rubs my dick.

My head aches in throbbing agony trapped like a minuscule toy in her vast
immense thighs looking at her huge buttocks while she teases my dick with her
mouth working slowly from base, up the shaft, to the top of the head then
repeating this over and over until once more she has me right on the edge of
blowing my load. It's a slow, pleasure-filled blow-job that has me curling my
toes and tensing my muscles. Every request for release is cruelly denied and I
know that I can't take much more of this. Yet with my head so insignificant
between her huge legs that are exerting a steady strong squeeze, I was too
terrified what might happen if I came without auntie's permission but it hard
not to succumb to aunty's skilful blow job.

"Orrrrrgh! Aunty please" I moaned as the throbbing in my dick became to great,
I just wanted release. Aunty stopped sucking for a moment leaving me thrusting
my hips into the air. "Very well, boy. I grant you permission". But now that
she had stopped sucking I couldn't cum. "Oh aunty please bring me off, please"
I begged like a whiny schoolboy. The nasty chuckle should have warned me but
as she put her mouth to my throbbing cock and extended her tongue to give one
long lick from the base to the head, my mind was in sensory overload as I
began to blast my load. As I did the pressure around my head soared to
terrifying proportions and I screamed as I felt my skull bend. I couldn't stop
screaming as the obscene power crushed down upon my head. The world span and
blackness closed as she knocked me right out even while she was sucking every
last bit of cum from my dick.

I awoke the next morning wondering if it all had been a bad dream but as I
tried to sit I winced and cried at the splitting headache and knew it was
true. Every movement sent shards of agony lancing through my head. I had to
collapse back to the sheets. Unusually aunty was very understanding, although
she never mentioned the events of the previous night, and gave me the day off
from chores even bringing me painkillers and had the servant bring my meals.

Part 3. Deadly Hand

For the nth time I told the general that I didn't know the whereabouts of the
decoding device and anyway, it was of little use to them as the professor had
decoded and published all of the Victorian diaries and some of the codex
scrolls too [ECHO#02-5]. He didn't like my response "Come now Mister Priest.
The ancient artefact is thousands of years old yet too advanced a technology
for its time therefore the property of DARPA". "It was found in India by a
British explorer" I protested only to get an angry stare in return. "Property
of the U.S. and DARPA" he said firmly and signalled the guard. That was it,
the interrogation was at an end. As I was escorted back to the cells, I
wondered whether there was more to the artefact than an ancient encryption
device or were the military just clutching at straws in their obsessive hunt
for the mythological weapons of the ancient Gods?

Back in the cell I found Piyush. "I need something to take my mind of this
place. Do you have any more to tell of your dominant aunty?" I asked wearily.
"Just one as it happens" he answered. "Do you remember my telling you that I
should have listened to aunty when she told me no good will come of letting
that lovely but lethal girl-thief live? Well a few days later I was working in
auntie's garden when this old flat-bed truck drew up nosily on the road on the
other side of the garden wall. Suddenly a gang of 4 Lambani roughs came
pouring over the wall, alarming me. They were big ugly dirty looking brutes
with viscous sneers and the look of violence. "Fang! Seize!" one of the men
yelled and in response a huge nasty slobbering black dog leapt over the wall,
set it's evil eyes upon me and immediately raced towards me. There's a saying
that Indian parents tell their kids "Black dogs eat people". You know "Eat up
your food or a black dog will eat you" and stuff like that. I was terrified
and fled towards the house but the gypsies intercepted my route.

"Ouch!" I cried as I felt the jaws of the snarling slobbering beast clamp
around my ankle bringing me to the ground to eat me. "Fang no! Not this time.
Release! Release I say!" one of the men ordered but the beast was reluctant to
give up it's dinner. "Release!" he shouted giving the man-eating hound a hard
smack upon the snout. By now the others had caught up and helped separate me
from the foul beast. The roughs dragged me back towards the wall with plenty
of hard kicks and punches to get my co-operation while Fang kept worrying
after my leg to get a piece of human flesh. "Aunt..BOROOPH!" my cry for help
was brutally shut down by a punch in the gut. Once they got me over the wall
and into the back of their truck, they beat the crap out of me while another
of their gang drove the truck away at high speed with screeching tyres and a
trail of dust. Laughing uproariously they didn't stop beating me up until I
passed out under the blows, cut, badly bruised and bleeding.

When I finally came to I found myself on the veranda of a large mansion, set
at the end of a long driveway. There were a lot of Lambani thugs lurking
around but all paid deference to the mature white haired man in an expensive
looking white suit, white shirt, tie and hat sitting in a large wicker-back
chair. Smoking a Cuban cigar his fingers idly drummed a glass-topped table at
his side with a cut-glass decanter on top and a glass by his hand. This was
the local gang-lord and he did not look like a nice man even though he tried
to dress and act like a rich man. "When Leila did not return" He started
speaking without even looking at my bruised battered form. "I was most
concerned. After all she was an expensive investment, her training and all
that you understand?" he took a drag on his cigar and blew smoke through his
teeth. "Then when the boys found her lovely young body thrown out like trash.
Well" He paused raising his hand. I saw the rich jewel encrusted rings on his
fingers as he made a dismissive gesture. "To say that I was more than a little
disappointed in my investment would be an exaggeration" he continued.

His eyes flickered briefly to the corner where a voice spoke up "Hold him for
me. I will kill him once my limbs have healed". I looked and saw the lovely
girl-thief sitting in a smaller wicker chair, her arms and legs plastered and
bandaged. Her smouldering seductive brown eyes burrowed with hatred into me as
she spoke "I will keep him barely alive for 6 days beating him to within an
inch of his live ignoring his pathetic pleas to be put out of his misery. Then
on the seventh I will slowly break his body apart so he dies a most agonising
death". I realised that beauty was not everything and even a beauty such as
she was heartless and evil. I looked away from her in disgust, to think that I
had felt pity for her when aunty was beating her. "You had your chance and you
failed me" remarked the gang-lord with clear contempt. "It was that fat old
aunty of his" the girl protested. "Enough!" he barked then gathered his
composure as if he were a civilised man. "You see, young man, you will be my
guest here until your family pay recompense for ..." he waved his cigar in the
direction of the girl-thief then continued. "Of course we will then have to
kill you" he added chillingly. "Maybe I will give you to Leila and her
Kali-cult for one of their pagan sacrifices. You know how it is" he chuckled
as if sharing a joke "It's nothing personal it's just business".

Just then Leila began to get agitated. "It's her!, kill her, kill her!" she
cried in alarm. I turned my head in the direction she was staring. At the top
of the driveway a familiar large figure walked past the gate posts straight
into the compound striding purposefully towards us down the long drive. The
old man scoffed "That fat old cow did this to you? You really are a disgrace
Leila". "But.." she began to protest. "Shh child. I don't want to hear any
more of your excuses" the gang-lord cut her off "The woman is just a fat aunty
concerned for her nephew. No doubt she has read our ransom note and has come
to negotiate terms". Even from this distance I could see that aunty was
wearing the black sari of discipline and knew with mounting excitement that
she would think nothing of disciplining these gangsters. She just kept on
marching towards the veranda with a determined look upon her face.

"I proved myself to you. None of your men could beat me in a fight. That shows
how dangerous she is. She's a lot stronger than she looks. Kill her!" Leila
urged. The gang-lord considered this for a moment then told one of his men "Go
tell the men to stop the fat old tub of lard then escort her to me". The man
left the veranda and barked instructions. A group of men went out to meet
aunty as she continued to stride down the drive. There must have been well
over a dozen of them converging upon her at different rates yet aunty stared
right through them at the gang-lord.

The quickest of the men reached her and tried to block her way. Without even
slowing down aunties' thick right arm shot out like a thunderbolt. CRACK! Her
big fist blasted his jaw and the goon was bowled over backwards and hit the
soil out cold. The next goon didn't fare much better. He came in from her side
with his arms open trying to catch her. Without even looking at him, auntie's
fist shot up like a rocket at her side. BLAM! Her fist landed so hard that his
head snapped back in a spray of spittle and teeth as he went over like a
fallen tree. Aunty didn't even break her stride. The next tough tried to be
clever and stand in front of her blocking her way then made a grab with both
hands for head. Aunty just hammered her left fist beneath his arms into his
unprotected gut. WHUMPH! her fist landed with a very loud sound of something
very solid hitting a man's body. "Worrrraghhh!" he groaned loudly, his body
buckling in the middle and his arms falling back by his side. WHUMP her right
fist shot forwards again plunging deep into his belly making that same loud
sound with such force that his whole body lifted clean off his feet. His body
rode auntie's fist until it finally withdrew letting him fall to the dirt
where he crumpled into a tight unmoving ball which aunty casually stepped over
and continued walking.

The next goon also blocked aunties' way and as she went to swing at him, he
moved fast trapping one fist then the other in the crook of his arms. Without
hesitation the hem of her sheer black sari leapt up as her big wide knee
ploughed so hard between the man's legs with a terrible thud. WHAMP!
"Oooooooorrrrrr!" he screamed in anguish, his face contorting into a mask of
horrific pain as he rode her knee into the air. My own balls ached in
sympathy. Finally he fell to the ground and rolled into a tight ball clutching
his nads, puked then passed out. "See I told you" shrieked Leila. "Stop her
god-dam it stop her! She's only a fat old woman stop her!" the gangland
shouted to his goons in frustration.

The goons were now coming at aunty thick and fast but to my excitement, she
cut through them like a knife knocking them down like skittles with powerful
punches to their heads. One tough guy sneered as he nonchalantly knocked aside
her blows to the right and left. BAM BAM! BERLAM! Auntie's fist went right
down the middle blasting him right on the side of his jaw with such a loud
audible blow that I swear his jaw lurched to his right with a loud crack as
his head spun fast under the blow. He too went down and stayed down. Her big
pudgy fists were like the hammer of the Gods. There was no safety for them
even when they attacked in numbers. BLAM! One goon's face exploded into a
bloody mess as her fist struck the middle of his face, while she blocked an
incoming punch from his friend BLAM! who then went down with a shattered jaw.
CRACK! A powerful uppercut to the jaw sent the first goon hurtling head over
heels backwards to the ground. The sight of my large overweight aunty in a
sexy sheer black sari striding down the drive leaving a trail of unconscious
bodies of tough guy gangsters in her wake had my dick as stiff as a rod.

"Go on Shashi, brain her" the gang-lord houted as the next tough approached
her. Her right fist driven by her thick strong arm cut through the air like a
guided missle. To my horror, Shashi knocked aside the punch casually then
wrapped his arm around it trapping it. She instantly struck out with her left
but the goon smiling confidently did the same, trapping both of her arms. "Got
you now, you fat cow!" the gang-lord shouted. Not that aunty looked alarmed.
"Argh!" Shashi yelped as aunty twisted her right arm and reversed the arm-lock
then did the same with the other. For a moment, she watched with cold emotion
at the man who she now had trapped. BERLAM! Her thick leg moved quickly
kicking up the hem of her sari as it drove her foot right up between his legs
like kicking a football. His entire backside jerked up into the air with his
legs and torso following while folding up. He didn't have time to scream, yet
his terrible face told the whole picture with his face red, eyes screwed tight
and mouth wide. Just as quickly as he jerked into the air as it came down to
the ground. Aunty calmly stepped over his body as it rolled up into a tight
ball throwing up then passing out.

I loved the way aunty was destroying the goons, totally unstoppable. My dick
loved the way the front of her sari sloped down from her chest and hung so
low. Sheathed in fine silk so sheer to be almost a sort of body-stocking
making no secret that she wore no bra beneath letting them bounce around
freely as she walked and fought. They moved in such an erotic dance at times
almost independent of her motion with big aureoles and thick erect nipples
like a manic pair of eyes peering through the sheer silk. Despite her outward
appearance of a dumpy grossly overweight woman, the sight of her huge
well-formed breasts dancing around practically naked was something so
ultra-feminine that quite a few of the goons were sporting noticeable bulges
in the front of their shorts or trousers, as indeed was mine. That created a
distraction that gave aunty an another advantage as she sliced through their
ranks.

One lech with a mad lustful glint in his eye and a tent in his trousers came
up from behind while two more blocked her way. Reaching around her massive
body, he pinned her arms by her side while cupping her massive orbs with both
hands. He had a good grope with her plentiful breasts overfilling his hands
while the bulge in his trousers twitched like a wild animal. He was
practically drooling and laughing manically as he tried to cope with her
massive low-slung wide fun-bags. Meanwhile the two goons in front pulled
wicked looking knives. "Don't play with her, kill her" Leila shrieked. CRACK!
The back of the gang-lord's hand smashed across her cheek. "I give the orders
here" he growled. One of the goons with a knife stepped in close to aunty
waving his weapon while lecher continued fondling her breasts with increasing
lust. The other one stood there laughing evilly. A sudden twitch of auntie's
skirt and BLAM! her big rounded knee thundered with shocking speed and power
right into his groin. "Arggh!" he cried aloud in agony as the force of the
blow once more lifted a man clean off his feet. Moving incredibly swiftly for
someone her size, aunty slapped her hands down over the groper's arms then
bent forward loading the man onto her wide back with his twitching erection
pressed into her ample backside as it slid along it. The next instant he was
sent slamming over her head into the ground with a bone-crunching thump.
WHUMP! WHACK! Before laughing boy even knew what was happening, auntie's fist
pounded a powerful roundhouse against the side of his jaw that whipped his
face around so quickly that he did a clean 180 with his dentures flying out of
his mouth before he hit the ground.

"Stop her! A million rupees for the man to kill her!" the gang-lord shrieked
as aunty calmly stepped onto groper's body to walk over him. There was a groan
of agony from the prone man as auntie's full weight stood upon his belly.
Without so much as looking down, the massive woman bent at the knees then
suddenly launched herself into the air. "No!" wailed groper as untold pounds
of heavy womanhood descended rapidly. WHUMP! Both feet landed heavily sinking
deep into his belly. His head and chest and legs shot up off the ground as his
body sharply bent upwards around his middle, his mouth soundlessly wide his
eyes wide with shock. Calmly showing no emotion and looking straight ahead at
the gang-lord, aunty stepped off groper's bent body, his head and legs
flopping back senselessly to the ground as she walked away.

Right-left-right-left aunty strode forwards not slowing down pounding goons on
the jaw with her fists BAM BAM BAM BAM! My cock was absolutely rigid and
twitching like crazy to see aunty ploughing relentlessly through these tough
guys knocking them over like nine-pins. It lurched really strongly at the
sight of motionless bodies strewn all over the long drive in her way. The
gang-lord was getting really scared at the formidable aunty striding angrily
towards him. The few who try to swing their own fists at her head are rewarded
with powerful blows to the stomach that sound loud like something heavy
hitting hollow meat. WHUMP WHUMP none can withstand her gut-busting punches
and crumple in soundless agony to the ground only to be rewarded by a brutal
kick when they are down that puts them right out. BLAM! It's like she is using
their heads like a football and I didn't like the way their heads seem to
shoot forwards with their neck stretching in an unnatural way.

It spooked the gang-lord too because he suddenly ordered the really big
well-built men that were on the veranda close to him. "Stop her! Kill her at
any cost!" he shrieked. I saw a smirk appear on Leila's face. "Personal
bodyguard. She doesn't stand a chance" she took delight in telling me. "Say
bye-bye to aunty-dear" the beautiful evil bitch smirked. Six of the biggest
men I'd ever seen stripped off to reveal powerful massively muscular
well-toned bodies which they proceeded to show off by flexing their mammoth
biceps. Their bodies were exceptionally well-defined and their muscles looked
huge and sharply defined. Aunty had come to a halt about 3 metres away from
the foot of the veranda watching those awesome he-men, spectacular specimens
of Indian body-building. If she was nervous of this display of massive beef
she didn't show it. "Is that meant to impress me?" she said, the disdain
showing in her voice.

Suddenly and with a fluidity that I had never expected the muscle-men moved as
one stepping forward and swiftly punching the air before them, their balled
fists exchanging places in the blink of an eye. "HUH!" the loud shouts made me
jump. They stepped forward again in unison and despite their muscular bulk
snapped kicks as high as their stomachs. "HUH!" again I jumped. "Oh the fat
cow is mincemeat" the evil beauty sneered. Suddenly they burst into a run
towards aunty. "Yai!" to my astonishment the unladylike cry from her mouth is
accompanied by her leaning to one side and her sari flicking up as in a blur
her huge leg snaps to waist height as it slams her shin right across the belly
of the first muscle man like a crow-bar as his fist swung harmlessly past her.
WHUMP! The big man's body jerked into the air. "Urghhh!" his splendid six-pack
no protection from aunties kick. He hadn't even landed when with stunning
agility and flexibility, the massive bulk of aunty whipped to the other side
and her thick left leg shot straight up vertically and clubbed the next man
around the side of his head. "Kiai!" she cried. THUMP! The man's head was
wrenched to one side awkwardly and he too began to fall.

"HUH!" The third muscle-man had already blasted a roundhouse kick to her head
that must surely knock her block off but to my amazement she raises her left
arm to not only block it but catch it, wrapping her arm around it holding his
leg high off the ground. "Hai!" she cried her chubby right arm punched
quickly. THUMP! "Arrraghh!" the man screamed as his leg bent the wrong way at
his knee. There was no time to gasp at the violence for the other three goons
were upon her. It's only in movies that thugs attack one at a time in an
honourable fashion. These deadly he-men attacked in a pack but aunty showed no
concern as they surrounded her and began blasting her with brutally strong
kicks. Even she couldn't block them all yet she showed no alarm. As swift as
lightning the big woman leant forward ignoring the kicks, her thick leg
rocketing up behind her in a blur too fast for the muscle man behind her to
avoid. WHAM! Her foot caught him right beneath the chin ripping his head
backwards so fast and so hard that it surely must have broken his neck. In
barely the blink of an eye her leg dropped back from high behind her and swung
forwards in a blur of black clad motion. BLAM! Her leg swung up bending at the
knee as her foot cannoned straight into the balls of the hunk in front of her.
His eyes flew open wide bulging and his tongue fell out as his mouth fell open
wide. Snapping back the leg without returning her foot to the ground it
instantly snapped up high in a black blur arcing around to the side hammering
her foot right on the throat of the other he-man. THWOCK! He fell back
clutching his throat. I was so incredibly turned-on, 3 muscle men taken in
barely a few seconds using just one leg in a combo that had kept it in the air
the whole time. I found my hand rubbing the front of my trousers vigorously
and forced myself to stop with my cheeks burning hoping no-one saw me.

The first he-man she had floored was up again and looking pissed. With his
wide handle-bar moustache, beard and muscled barrel chest he could have been
the image of Mahishasura himself BAM BAM BAM he launched a devastatingly fast
volley of punches and kicks upon poor aunty that she no chance of stopping.
BAM BAM BAM in horror I saw auntie's body jerking under the blows and heard
loud grunts when his fists and feet hammered her large distended belly. It
looked like it would soon be over as the big superman stepped forwards winding
up to deliver a massive finishing punch when suddenly the big bulky woman
leapt up into the air seized the top of his head with both hands. Her big knee
was just a blur as it powered right into the middle of his face with
unbelievable force. BERLAM! Blood just sprayed out everywhere as she broke his
nose. Barely had her feet returned to the ground than she was jumping up again
bringing her knee up once more. With her hands still clutching his head, her
knee blazed a blurred trail right into his muscled stomach. WHUMP! Her knee
ploughed right into the pit of his big deep belly totally pulverising his
splendid washboard abs. He didn't even time to cry out or for his body to
crease up for she sprang back up amazingly quickly like a deadly
jack-in-the-box pulling down the side of his head to meet her rising knee.
KLUNK! Her knee made solid contact with his temple and I saw his lights go out
even before he fell.

As aunty resumed her walk to the foot of the steps to the veranda with no more
opposition, I struggled not to cream my pants at the sight of an entire army
of gangsters lying prone on the drive behind her. Not a single one was left
standing. "Uncle don't leave me!" came a plaintive cry from the corner. I
turned to see the gang-lord running around the side of the mansion. Leila
looked past me, wild-eyed with fear as heavy foot-steps came up the steps.
"Please no, he made me do it. Please I'm a good girl" she begged and
whimpered. "Oh woman up!" Aunty snapped as she walked right up to the broken
girl sitting in the wicker chair. "HAH!" BERLAM! Aunties' thick leg kicked up
really fast, her sheer black sari a rustle of femininity as the sole of her
foot slammed into the beautiful girl's face. KRAC! The girl shot back so fast
leaving a red mist of blood as her chair slid rapidly across the veranda and
her body went smashing through a large window. "Stay here Piyush, aunty won't
be long" She ordered striding towards the corner of the wooden walkway. "No
way, I want to see that bastard get his comeuppance" I said following her.
"Very well but keep out of the way" she replied "and mind your language" she
added. She wasn't even out of breath as I struggled to keep up.

We were just in time to see the bad man run into an ugly stone building
standing isolated some yards from the main house. We heard the big metal door
slam shut and the sounds of big locks. I thought I heard aunty swear and
looked at her. "Kali temple. You know what goes on in there?" She mimed
entrails being cut out and other nasty stuff. "Stay and watch from here" She
commanded. This time I obeyed not wanting to get nearer to that evil place.
Aunty-dear strode over to the entrance and called out "Come out and face me
like a man. Come and atone for the sins you have committed against my family".
When there was no reply she tried the iron door but it was clear from her
efforts that it was locked firm. She began to walk around the temple looking
for another way in. "Come out, come out wherever you are and face justice you
wicked man" she called. The temple wasn't that big, maybe 35 metres square and
the height of a single story building. There were no obvious windows and the
walls were decorated with crude carvings of demons, grotesque skulls and
tortured souls. Along the top were a series of minarets, spiked and viscous
looking. The walls were greenish and mouldy looking. Aunty appeared having
completed a circuit of the temple. She didn't look happy. In fact she looked
angrier than I'd ever seen her before. "He's got to come out some time" I
said. "Yes, but what if he has a mobile phone with him? He could be calling
his corrupt policemen cronies. No, there is only one option" she replied.

Standing close to the front wall, aunty seemed to be studying it while
breathing shallowly as if preparing herself for something. Suddenly she sprung
into action, the likes of which I'd never expected. "Hah!" she shouted making
me jump. Her fist shot forward and struck the wall with such force BLAM! Brick
and concrete dust blew up obscuring her fist but when she pulled it back
unharmed I could see that it had made a large hole in the wall. "Hah!" BERLAM!
Her big fist struck again creating another hole and a spider-web of deep
cracks in the wall and pieces began to fall off. WHAM! Her fist struck again
and a big crack snaked lengthwise along the width of the wall. Maybe the old
concrete was rotten but I knew that aunty was the strongest woman I knew.
BLAM! Her fist struck again like a wrecking ball driving through the concrete
to create another large hole next to the others causing the deep cracks to
snake out even more and giving the top part of the wall a definite inward
lean. "Hah!" she shouted loudly the hem of her sheer black sari kicked up and
her foot slammed against the wall at waist height with a mighty thud. To my
astonishment the entire bottom of the wall began to cave in, causing the top
part to collapse into the temple.

"Come out or I will bring this whole temple down on top of you" she shouted.
Not waiting for reply aunty set to work. A one-woman demolition squad on the
other walls. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Her big fist swung like a sledgehammer punching
massive holes through the walls and causing serious damage. Her front and
side-kicks were shockingly powerful bringing down whole sections. My cock was
so solid in my pants it was getting very uncomfortable. BLAM! The entire left
side of the temple collapsed inwards bringing down part of the roof with it.
BLAM! auntie's fists and feet began tearing up the rear wall. The noise of her
destroying the wall was so loud that it took me a while before I realised
someone was frantically tugging and pulling at the door which now would not
open because the lintel had warped under the falling roof preventing the
gang-lord's escape. BLAM! BLAM! aunties fists smashed through the rear wall
breaking big holes right through the rotten concrete, with no signs that it
was hurting her hands. BLAM! BAM! She was punching so hard that I could feel
the strong vibrations through the ground beneath my feet. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The power of her blows caused a cloud of debris and bits to break off from
nearer the top of the wall.

Punching the wall into a sorry state, she then blasted it with powerful kicks
that sounded like thunder. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! With incredible flexibility and
agility for someone her size, she powered kick after kick into that wall
tearing it up like paper until the rear was just a pile of rubble. My cock was
throbbing so hard at the sight of such raw female power that it was only the
fear of aunty punishing me if she saw me openly masturbating that kept me from
actually doing it, the urge was that strong. BAM! BAM! Aunty began punching
holes in the last wall that remained whole, while the rattling and banging on
the jammed iron door got more and more frantic. BAM! BAM! Aunty delivered such
powerful kicks and punches that she demolished the temple with the gang-lord
still inside, her mighty strength bringing down the building around him. In
short order the evil looking building is a debris field with only the mangled
iron door still standing with the collapsed roof forming a crude tomb. "Help
help!" pathetic cries accompany weak banging on the inside of the door. "I'll
give you more money than you could ever dream of. Anything just get me out" he
cried. "Crime pays handsomely, remember that, Piyush" she told "until you get
caught" she told me examining the jammed iron door.

Slipping her hands between the top right corner of the door and the buckled
iron frame she took hold with both hands and began to pull. At first nothing
seemed to happen, her face going red with the exertion. Her thick arms swelled
and became rock hard. Then concentrating with focussed determination the top
corner of the door groaned and protested as it began to peel back like a giant
sardine tin as if she were Wonder Woman. Slowly but surely aunty began to pull
the top of the door away from the frame until she had created a gap through
which the gang-lord impatiently tried to squeeze through without success until
aunty reached in, seized him and pulled him out. He stood there looking at her
with more than a touch of fear yet he said "You are one very strong woman and
one tough fighter, lady. Together we could make a wonderful". BERLAM! Auntie's
large fist blasted into his mouth shutting him up. A fist that can punch
through walls can do dreadful damage to a man's face. The gang-lord's lower
jaw flopped open and hung at an awkward angle a good 45 degrees off-centre.
BLAM! Auntie's fist hammered an upper-cut into his bust jaw slamming it back
up against his upper jaw and snapping his head back. Aunty faced him coldly
with her fists raised. "You don't mess with me or my family" she snarled. With
his mouth bust he couldn't say a word but he looked terrified so much so that
a wet patch spread across the front of his trousers and trickled down his leg.
BLAM! BLAM! What happened next was too terrible to watch. Aunty put all her
strength into her punches, inflicting dreadful damage to the man's face. BLAM
BLAM! Each punch rocked him so hard that he was knocked from pillar to post
while his face disintegrated into a bloody misshapen pulp as her fists struck
with bone-busting intensity. BLAM! BLAM! Her dreadful punches slammed him
against the ruins of his temple.

Finally when it seemed he could stand no more and clung on to the frame of his
ruined door for support, aunty pulled him away forcing him to stand
unsteadily. The once-feared gang-lord was now a broken and battered man,
broken by my auntie's fist. "You will never bother my family or anyone else
again" she said. "Aeeeiiiiyah!" my aunty screamed so loudly it made me jump
and the piss flowed openly down his trouser legs. She spun around quickly, the
skirt of her sari billowing showing her thick strong legs bulging with
powerful muscle as her right leg lifted BERLAM! It hammered her foot against
his chest with a dreadful crack of bone, striking with such intensity that his
broken body rose up and hurtled backwards striking the metal door so hard that
his body was wedged in the small opening aunty had made. Suddenly aunty ran
forwards then leapt with both feet into the air. "HeeeYAH!" she yelled as she
leapt high and drove both feet deep into his chest. BERLAM! The kick was so
powerful that it drove him completely through the door frame and brought the
whole ruined structure collapsing down on top on him.

"Ohh aunty!" I groaned with lust rushing forwards to give her a great big hug
feeling her large overweight but powerful body in my hands. I'm practically
thrusting my groin against her but she doesn't seem to notice. She is
overjoyed to see me and hugs me and kiss me. "Oh aunty you were amazing, the
way you punched and kicked your way through all those gangsters" I gushed in
open admiration. "Yes dear I was there" she laughed with affection as we began
to walk back towards the gates. "And how you demolished that temple with your
fists and feet" I continued "You were amazing. Better than Wonder Woman". "Yes
dear, that is all very flattering but what is this?" she asked. In horror I
felt her hand upon the front of my shorts where I had an erection of epic
proportions. "Aunty please, I'm sorry, please don't punish me" I wailed "the
sight of you in action, you were so magnificent that I was unable to control
my reaction, please don't punish me". To my surprise aunty laughed gently and
cuddled me to her awesome breast while we walked out of the compound and
headed down a track back to the village. "My dear dear Piyush, I love you my
darling" she said with such tenderness that I had never expected from my
fierce aunty. "After what you've been through, how could I punish you". A
naughty twinkle came to her eye. "but you can't walk back into the village
with that, you'll scare the goats" she chuckled "but never you mind, aunty
knows how to fix that"

Suddenly she stepped in front of me facing me, grabbed the front of my shirt,
kicked her leg behind me and swept my leg away. BLAM! I went over backwards
and slammed into the dusty ground. "I think you enjoyed that" aunty said as I
looked up in shock at her. Actually I did. "Now get up" she demanded. No
sooner had I done so then she bumped against me turned, loaded me onto her hip
before slamming me back down again. "Oh aunty!" I moaned getting up again only
to be confronted by a big soft arm flexing in front of my face watching in awe
as it turned into a solid hard mass of pure muscle. I lost myself, moaning and
slobbering like a demented pig, running my hands over that muscle then kissing
it with passion, my dick throbbing hard in my shorts.Next aunty laid on the
ground on her back and raised her thick legs into the air, her sheer black
sari falling back down around her hips. She asked me to stand by her feet and
lean over me. Holding my hands, she pressed her feet into my waist and lifted
me into the air. She began to leg-press me up and down with ease above her.
"You like auntie's strong legs don't you" she said. It such was such a sexy
experience that I lose all modesty, writhing and moaning on the ends of her
feet. I nearly blew my wad there and then until aunty lowered me close and
with one hand unzipped my shorts and pulled out my engorged dick while still
keeping me balanced upon the bottom of her feet. With nothing more than her
thumb gently applied under the head of my cock, my breathing becomes loud and
ragged, I moan loudly throwing back my head in ecstasy as my twitching and
bobbing cock blasts cum over her like a shower. Shagged out, I realise what
I've done "Aunty I'm sorry" I'm scared as her legs keep me raised in the air
looking down at a spunk-splattered sari of discipline. To my surprise instead
of great anger, aunty laughs. "No matter boy clothes are just material things,
it is family and loving one another which is more important" she tells me.
"Get it? Material things" she says with a chuckle. I laugh too, never
expecting aunty to make a joke.

***

I listened to Piyush finish his tale, trying not let him see that it had given
me an erection. "Did you ever see your aunty wear a necklace with the figure
of a goddess dancing in a circle of flames with many arms and legs?" I asked.
"Like the ones in your stories?" He replied then gasped "actually yes although
I never connected it with your stories". "Maybe your aunty will come and
rescue us" I said gently with a smile, "and if not maybe some of her friends"
my mind drifting to an earlier interrogation session.

The American officer slapped a photo on the desk. I looked at it "General
Philip Warpinton, army intelligence retired" I told him, seeing no need to
lie. Another photo of me with the General in Paris. "What do you know of
Project Gabriel?" he asked "I've come across the name a couple of times in my
investigations but not uncovered much about it" I replied. "So much for
friends huh mister Priest" He sneered then slapped down another photo, what at
first glance looked like a nun but somehow you knew it wasn't but something
much older and more secretive. She was going into the same hotel in Paris
where I got beaten up by and nearly killed by Vanessa [JIMP#14] with a vague
recollection of that shrouded figure rescuing me. "Sorry I don't know her" I
told him.

Another photo, the same hooded figure clearly following me outside Hollands
[JIMP#22]. Another, she is sitting behind me at the Monument [JIMP#25] "I was
meeting a friend. This woman, I didn't get a look at her face somehow
paralysed me" I told him "She warned me you lot were following me". "Who is
she?" I asked. He glared at me. "I know you ask the questions" I said. He
still glared at me. "It's a matter of National security, Mister Priest" he
finally broke the uncomfortable silence "Need to know, and you don't need to
know. All I will say is that she is American property". I was outraged "She's
a person not a piece of property and clearly British" I burst out. "It's like
I told you before, Mister Priest, any bit of advanced technology no matter
where it is in the world is the property of DARPA. It's the law" he stated.
"The American law" I said sarcastically. "Precisely Mister Priest and with you
here, It's only a matter of time before she comes to save you and when she
does, she'll be in our custody" he said then signalled to the guard to take me
back to the cells. The interview was at an end.