Don?t mess with women of the Salvation Army
By Jimp based on ideas by Stefano
Bad men learn the family that pray together fight together


(c)Jimp 2018

Somewhere inside a poorly lit pedestrian underpass beneath a road on the
remote edge of a town where decent people fear to tread, we see the head and
shoulders of a rough-unshaven bearded man. His mouth opens wide in excited
exclamation. ?Whores approaching? he cries pointing with one hand to the
entrance where we get a glimpse of the outside world with blue skies and leafy
trees. Walking along a path leading to the underpass we can make out three
undeniably female figures. ?Time to teach them to respect the laws of our
culture? a figure unseen in the gloom growls.

As the figures get closer, it is clear that all three are wearing a navy-blue
uniform with a hip length blazer, worn over a white shirt, and tailored to
show off hour-glass figures. A matching skirt clings around the shapes of long
thighs as they walk with the sun reflecting off shins and shapely calves
raised up on shiny black high-heeled shoes in the manner that only sheer-black
nylon can. The sight of such blatant femininity causes outbreaks of cursing
from the shadowy figures in the tunnel. ?Whores??Sluts? ?Ssssh!? their leader
urges. Topping it all, a bowler style hat sits upon each head with a red badge
in the shape of a shield. A splash of red is visible on two of the figures
along the top of each shoulder. Shining in the sun is a silver brooch upon
each collar that draws greedy eyes.

As they get closer the uniforms of The Salvation Army becomes apparent and
that the three women are of different ages. A facial similarity suggests that
they are related. One is in her late teens and 5 foot 9? if she wasn?t wearing
heels. Pretty and slim, the fresh-faced girl has smouldering looks from a
sweet small heart-shaped elfin face framed by long brown hair with a parting
that tumbles down partially covering her ears before being swept over her
shoulders to fall down her back apart from a few loose strands that curl
around the front. Brown eyes with dark eyelashes stare out from beneath slim
eyebrows and atop a slender nose and appealing small slender lipped mouth. Her
skirt is just above the knee showing long slim shins shimmering with the
reflected sheen of sunlight off her black nylons. On each shoulder of her
blazer are two red bars and a white letter ?S? on black epaulettes. The front
is unbuttoned revealing a well-stacked bust that hangs firm and proud causing
her blouse to bounce and lurch in a way that the men find unsettling.

Next to her is an older woman in her mid-40?s, presumably her mother with red
epaulettes along the top of each shoulder bearing a white crest and the letter
?S?. With a resemblance to her daughter yet with a sleek long narrow face with
good complexion, she carries a haughty sophisticated arrogant air. Her hair is
also brown but worn short, clear of the ears and styled in a bouffant. As with
her daughter, she has slim eyebrows over elegant brown eyes and a sleek nose.
Wearing a pair of spectacles with a slim frame and large trapezoidal lenses,
her sophisticated looks are enhanced by a touch of mascara and eye-liner while
scarlet lipstick glosses her mouth and a large pearl earring hangs from each
ear. Without heels she would stand 5 foot 11 inches and it is her stunning
hour-glass figure on a slim frame with large thrusting breasts pushing the
front of her smartly buttoned-up blazer forward that draws the ire of the
watchers. Likewise her skirt draws their wrath being a couple of inches
shorter than her daughter?s and showing off a patch of nylon-sheathed upper
thigh.

The other woman is in her 60?s with silvering hair and more rounded features
like that of a slightly chubby-faced grandmother with a hint of looseness
beneath the chin. Something about her demeanour suggests that she is strict,
stern and takes no nonsense. Shorter than her daughter by around an inch and
slightly plumper, the men are outraged at the display of a good 5 or 6 inches
of firm thick thigh and long slender shins backed by prominent wide flaring
calves. In possession of the most outrageous feminine figure of them all, the
smart buttoned blazer with red epaulettes featuring a white crest above a bar
and the letter ?S? can barely contain her bust. The front stretches forward in
a manner of extreme womanhood that unnerves the watching men causing further
outbreaks of cursing that is quickly suppressed.

Entering the underpass their progress is blocked by several tall menacing
swarthy unshaven shifty men. As the women turn to the direction that they came
more men emerge from the shadows to surround them. Wearing dark dirty clothes
that look stolen, their muscular bodies are shown off with open shirts.

The mother steps confidently towards a glaring man with hints of silver in his
hair who appears to lead these ruffians. Every male eye is on the front of her
blazer thrusting forwards in impressive wide hanging slopes as tailored lines
follow a dramatic hour-glass figure to a slim waist before curving back out to
slender hips. So engrossed are they in this magnificent edifice they fail to
notice the other two women spreading out behind her. With no sign of fear or
nervousness she faces down their leader. ?Stand aside and let good God-fearing
women of The Salvation Army pass? she demands in a strong clear voice of the
kind used to people obeying. The man?s eyes went wide and his face darkened in
rage before he spoke. ?Not the true God? he spattered angrily. ?Do your
menfolk truly allow you to walk about in public dressed like that?? his voice
rose. ?Like what, sir? We are in our smart decent Salvationist uniforms?
?D...decent!? his voice became shrill. ?You cause great offense with such
shameless clothing tailored to inflame impure thoughts with all those...? he
waved his hands around furiously as though too scared to describe her dramatic
outline ?those? unnecessary in and out bits? ?Really?? the tall imposing woman
glared at him through her spectacles with a condescending smile ?they are
bodies. All women have them? ?Silence!? the leader yelled. ?And those...those?
he stammered in outrage pointing at her nylon-sheathed lower limbs. ?Legs
dear? the grandmother added in a clear strident voice ?most of us have them,
even you?. ?Silence!? he yelled. ?In our culture a woman?s mouth is bound shut
so that they cannot tempt men with their lies? he cried ?your faces and bodies
would be covered from head to toe in a shapeless bag so not even your
treacherous eyes of enchantment show?.

?Well lucky for us we live in a tolerant multi-cultural society. We all learn
to get along together and respect each other?s customs? the striking tall
woman added. ?Bullsh*t!? the leader exclaims. ?Your rulers bend over backwards
not to offend? he cried. ?Who are you decadent women who pollute our senses
thus?? he demands. ?I am Major Joyce, this is my mother Lieutenant-Colonel
Mavis? she explained indicating the older woman ?and this is my daughter, 2nd
year cadet Jacqueline? nodding to the teen. ?And who should you be?? she asked
although the wild look in his eyes suggests that this too was an outrage. ?We
are the Sons of Asura Mahisha? he exclaims in frothing fervour ?Descendants of
the great Demon Lord himself and the slave women he seeded?.

?Asura Mahisha!? the young cadet scoffs ?Isn?t he the loser who got his arse
kicked by the Goddess Anahita?. ?AIEEEE!? outraged howls reverberate around
the tunnel. ?Blasphemy!? the leader cries. ?The wicked temptress distracted
him with her beguiling naked body?. ?And that?s why you suppress women? sighed
the statuesque Major Joyce ?Well that?s your problem, get over it. Now get out
of our way?. Fuming with anger the men crowd closer. ?We demand compensation
for this great offence against our beliefs? their leader raged. His eyes
narrowed slyly as he adds ?Refusal is racist and your authorities won?t help
you?.

?I?m bored. Just barge through them and let?s get out of here? young
Jacqueline said. All eyes turned to stare at the contents of her open blazer
with much deep breathing and sly smiles. ?She has the gift of Anahita? the
leader smirks staring at her large bust ?We will have her as compensation. She
will make plenty of new soldiers for the cause?. ?No-one is having anyone? her
mother states firmly. ?We are experienced fighters from a war-torn land. No
man in this country can match us? he cries.

With a nod of his head, one of the men grabbed the teen from behind wrapping
his arms around her and groping her breasts. Without hesitation, she balls her
right hand into a fist and drives it solidly backwards between his legs.
?AIEEEE!? his face screws tight and his mouth drops open in agonised surprise.
?Get OFF!? Jacqueline yelled, annoyed by a groping hand still on her breast.
The man looked shocked as a bent arm pistons back angled high towards his
face. ?Naarghh!? the back of her upper arm close to the elbow smashes into his
chin snapping his head sharply back. Turning swiftly around, a forearm blocks
an incoming punch while the tight black skirt slides along her thigh as a knee
snaps up. A concealed lateral slit at the side parts to reveal a long expanse
of slim upper leg, shining with black nylon sheen with matt black stocking
tops attached to suspender belts over creamy white skin. With a dramatic heave
of her nicely endowed chest, the folded leg flicks open in a fast moving black
blur. ?GOAL!? she cries as the wicked pointed toe of her shoe nails his balls.
?AIII!? he squeals as the force of the kick drives him up onto his toes with
eyes tightly clenched and an expression of agony.

Barely had he returned to his feet when the excited looking teen, still with a
grip on his arm, bent the upper thigh across the front of her chest while
turning sideways on. Like a coiled spring the leg straightens as a slim
nylon-sheathed lance pulsing sideways. ?Gaaarrd!? his face melts in pain as
the sole of her shoe ploughs into his groin like an unstoppable express train.
?Right in the back of the net!? the long-haired girl exclaims jubilantly.
Releasing his wrist, he begins to crumple at the knees. Spinning right around
to turn her back on him, a streak of reflected sheen shoots out in a back-kick
as she leans forward. The sole slams into the base of his groin while the
sharp heel nails his shaft eliciting a shrill agonised howl. The strength of
the kick lifts his feet clean from the ground while he doubles over in
excruciating torment before crashing to the floor a whimpering broken man.
?Yeah! And she scores the hat-trick? the impish teen cries triumphantly.

?Really Jacqueline! I do sometimes regret allowing you to go to those soccer
matches? her mother remarks in disapproval. ?Do you need me to show you how to
dispatch a man with elegance and sophistication instead of such crude
tactics?? ?No, mother? her daughter replies sheepishly. ?Then I suggest you
show those men creeping up on you how ladies of The Salvation Army treat
ne'er-do-wells? the statuesque uniformed Major replied. ?Seize her! She?s just
a girl!? their leader cries to two men approaching the girl with a manic gleam
in his eyes ?She will be taught the proper way to show respect for a man?
?That?s right dear, show them proper respect? her mother advises as her hands
go to the buttons of her blazer and begins to undo them.

Spinning around to face them, two dishevelled wildly bearded men find
themselves facing the conflicting sight of a pretty young girl with her fists
raised in a competent-looking fight stance. Tantalising their senses, the
skirt clung to the contours of her left thigh while the right was exposed
through the slit at the side, a feast for the eyes they could not refuse. Long
and slim yet shapely with a hint of toned thighs, her calves jut out as balls
of defined muscle heads resembling pairs of hard slabs of downward pointing
arrow heads with a sexy diamond shaped cleft between. Her blazer hung loose
and wide with the white shirt beneath becoming unbuttoned at the top during
her close encounter. The men openly stare at the tops of well-endowed soft
mounds of feminine hills and the tantalising cleavage where they met in a deep
valley in the middle. ?Pretty girl pretending she?s so tough? one laughs. ?So
you want to play with the big boys?? the other adds with a meaningful rub of
his crotch while lustfully staring at her chest. ?Oi! Keep your eyes to
yourself mate!? she tells him. ?With decorum please dear? the grandmother
admonishes.

Jacqueline fearlessly steps close to the nearest man. ?HAI!? her shout is like
a shotgun reverberating around the tunnel. The side of a hand held flat with
fingers straight delivers a fast sharp chop to the side of his neck. There are
audible gasps from his watching companions as it looks like he is going to
pass out on his feet. Confident and in total control the long-haired girl
seizes his right wrist with both hands and bends back his hand causing a
shrill scream. Turning around she side-steps while swinging her arms in a
forward windmill motion with much heaving of her bust. The tall heavily built
man?s feet leap from the floor as his whole body whips right over like a
Catherine wheel around the sleight frame of a teenaged girl. His back slams
heavily into the tunnel floor to the stunned amazement of the others. With a
smouldering glare at the next man, she keeps the thrown man pinned to the
ground whimpering in a savage wrist-lock.

With one man subdued, Jacqueline?s right leg whips forward. ?HAI!? a sleek
glistening sheer black missile rockets in a high arc. With her skirt sliding
back to her hips the bewildered man gets a glimpse of skimpy white knickers at
her crotch between two slim sexily clad legs rapidly scissoring apart. The top
of her shoe blasts his right cheek, distorting his mouth as a shock-wave of
power ripples across his face whilst his head whips from right to left so fast
he stumbles to the side before recovering his balance. Glaring at her with
eyes wide in rage, he raises fists rough and gnarled like well-battered
hammers and steps forward ready to unleash a mighty punch. With one man
writhing and squealing at her feet, the girl?s knee rises and unfolds towards
another in the blink of an eye. ?HAI!? the sole of her shoe smashes his mouth
at shocking speed whipping his head over his shoulders in a spray of blood and
spit.

With a man squealing in agony with his hand bent back, the pretty girl snaps
her knee level with her ample bust while leaning to one side away from the
other visibly dazed man. ?HAI!? the man jumps as a slim stocking-clad missile
streaks towards his face in a well-executed high side-kick. ?Baaaghh!? the
sole of her shoe pounds the middle of his face, breaking his nose and driving
the back of his head sharply against the wall behind with an audible crack.
There are gasps of horror as his eyes glaze over and he falls senseless to the
floor. Without pause the teen raises the wrist of the man squirming in her
iron grip forcing him to his feet while keeping his head bowed as if
acknowledging the victor. ?HAI!? the side of her knife hand slashes down in a
solid chop to the base of his bowed neck. His face jerks back his wide eyes
glazing over before also crashing out.

Jacqueline places a foot upon the fallen man flexing a sharp diamond shaped
calve, with her hands upon her hips and a wide smile on her impish face.
?How?s that for girl power? Three big toughs in less than 2 minutes. How
embarrassing? she mocks. Angry noises get louder as the other men react badly
to the humiliating defeat by a pretty teenaged girl in uniform. ?Keep away
from my daughter!? the tall elegant bouffant-wearing woman cries at the sight
of a man wielding a wicked blade. With breath-taking forward-thrusting double
pyramids of white pushing through the front of her unbuttoned blazer from a
slim waist, the men gawp in an outbreak of stiffness in their groins. Rushing
forwards, it is clear from the way that stunning bust heaves and wobbles with
prominent jutting nipples that not only are they heavy but clearly unfettered
without support of a bra causing rapid growth in their trousers.

With a mighty heave of those double-barrelled wonders, the uniformed woman
gave a stunning leap into the air of epic proportions. Soaring level with
their heads she cut through the air with legs scissoring wide in arousing
jaw-dropping flexibility. In that brief moment of flight, the image that
seared into their brains was of a bra-less very well-stacked uniformed woman
wearing glasses with a dramatic hour-glass figure, athletically soaring past
their faces, her side-slit skirt riding over her hips providing a view of
strong shapely toned legs with defined quads and calves shining with the
erotic allure of sheer black stockings and suspenders. With sleek muscled legs
split wide like a gymnast and a scantily-clad crotch, there was much trouser
lurching and lustful groaning. ?YAH!? a sharp scary yell leaves her elegant
lips as the sole of her leading shoe smashes the face of the knife-wielder
with bloody explosive force. In a heartbeat his ruined face rockets back over
his broad shoulders before the rest of his body flips over on a collision
course with the hard concrete floor.

Mother and daughter stand side by side, looking military smart in their
uniforms and competent with legs apart forming a solid base and open-palmed
hands poised for combat. ?These blazers are smart? Major Joyce addressed the
men closing in around them ?but not very practical for self-defence?. With a
teasing smirk and a look of sheer arrogance, mother and daughter throw off
their blazers to reveal that their shirts are short-sleeved. Proudly thrusting
forward their firm pointing breasts, the men collectively groan with wanton
desire. ?Maybe the local men are no match for you? the buxom mother?s mocking
gaze seared at them through her glasses, her nipples so erect with excitement
they jut out from her shirt like studs. Jacqueline displays the same reaction
with hard jutting pokies. ?As you?ve plainly noticed we are not men? she says
with a knowing glance at their groins.

If they hadn?t been focusing on their breasts the men might have noticed a
level of fitness in their arms no doubt unacceptable to them. Jacqueline?s
arms are slim with a light but clearly defined horseshoe shape to her triceps,
a sail-like shape to her forearms and a tautness to the front of her upper
arms. As she resumes the fight stance, small mounds swell in her upper arms
suggesting she is no stranger to weight-training. The muscularity in her
mother?s arms was more difficult to ignore. Her sleek arms were toned with
well-defined shoulder-caps stretching the shirt sleeves, clearly visible
well-defined triceps, strong forearms and a bulk to her upper arms with
prominent biceps veins. Sleek and strong like an off-season top-class athlete,
she too resumed her fight stance with hard ridged-lined biceps bulging.

?Orrrr woman!? one man moaned moving closer ?We are blessed with the Demon
Lord's gift to the faithful and I?m going to plunge it right inside and seed
you both? he groans with his hand rubbing a noticeably large bulge. ?The women
in our family are blessed with good genetics? Joyce replies with a cheeky
smirk and pointed glance at her bust ?A woman can always defeat a man who only
thinks with his dick?. Performing a quarter turn to present her side-profile
towards him, she lets him have it with both barrels. Unleashing the full
impact of her big horizontal twin-peaks contrasting dramatically with a small
waist and flat belly, he doesn't stand a chance. ?Orrrrr! Orrrrr!? he groans
as the front of his trousers buck and thrash in uncontrollable lust. ?Blimey,
looks like he?s got a wild ferret down there? the teen laughs. ?Humiliated
without even touching him? the mother replies as he loses all self-control.
He?s not the only one as several of his colleagues step forward with him to
take these two well-endowed specimens of womanhood.

?HAI!? daughter and mother simultaneously kick a leg high into the air
exposing their sexy lingerie until the top of their thighs hit their buxom
chests where they remain in a steady standing splits like shapely raised
nylon-clad flagpoles with seams running up the back. The men are driven wild
with rampant desire of this display of flexibility and control. The sight of
skimpy knickers drawn tight over their crotches with legs split wide and
sheathed in erotic sheer black nylon stockings and suspenders stoke their
aching erections. The young girl?s legs are long and slim with a hint of sleek
toned thighs with relatively large calves flexed into hard double-diamonds.
Those of the mother display a more formidable level of muscularity with strong
sleekly defined quads, large solidly defined calves and strong bulging
hamstrings lining the back of the raised thigh.

With a tight smile on her long narrow face while her openly inviting legs
spread wide vertically and briefs pulled so taut a camel-toe was visible, the
man before her loses it completely. With his erection pounding inside his
trousers, he rushes forward desperate to take her. ?HAI!? the vertically
aligned leg sweeps to the right, the sole of her shoe slamming into the side
of his face in an audibly strong blow that sends him staggering towards her
daughter. The close up view of Jacqueline?s slim raised stocking-sheathed leg
causes wild uncontrolled lurches inside his trousers. Within a heartbeat the
sexy leg drops to waist height while folding at the knee then instantly
straightens. ?YAH!? a speeding front-kick rockets straight between his legs.
?Arghh!? the arch of her foot makes full contact with his undercarriage with
such force it sends his big trouser-bulge flying upwards while lifting him
bodily off the ground. Remarkably when he lands back on his feet with his face
screwed tight and creasing over in agony, his erection has grown larger and is
lurching out of control. ?HAI!? the mother?s sharp shout turns his face
deathly pale as he senses that strong stocking-clad leg plummeting towards his
bowed head. ?Nnnnnnarrr!? with an almighty heave of his trouser-snake he
creams himself whilst his eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in a silent
scream as her heel pounds the back of his neck like an axe. Driven face-first
to the ground he twitches before lying unmoving, out cold.

Facing the onrush of lust-fuelled angry men, Joyce steps forward to protect
her daughter displaying a haughty sophisticated arrogant air that attracts men
to her like flies. One man launches a side kick at her which she effortlessly
catches before pulling him close. ?Hai!? with a flex of strong muscled calves
a long nylon-clad thigh shoots up. ?Nuurrfff!? a cry cut off in an explosion
of breath as her knee pounds his sternum like a drum, his mouth dropping open
in winded agony. ?Yah!? a long sleek muscular leg arcs around, a sleekly
strong and flexible high-velocity projectile clad in the most erotic of
lingerie. The sharp pointed toe drives into the side of his neck like a
nail-gun. Hard unyielding toe-cap smacks loudly against human flesh. His face
stretches skywards in a grimace of pain before his knees give way and he drops
like a stone. ?So you see the value of steel-reinforced heels in our combat
shoes? the short-haired mature woman remarks as she looks down at the unmoving
form with hands upon her narrow hips subtly turning her stunning torso to
taunt the others to see who would succumb next.

Embolden by her earlier success, Jacqueline becomes more confident and eager
to use her skills. ?Oi! Creep, get a load of this? she yells at the nearest
man. A hand darts out to seize his wrist and twists eliciting a squeal of
pain. Her other arm, bent at the elbow, swings across the front of her body.
?Yai!? in horror the man sees the back of the elbow rushing towards him at
blistering speed. ?Arrghh!? it connects with his face, breaking his nose and
snapping his face up towards the roof. ?Don?t you bleed all over my new
shirt!? she cries shoving him away with her hand. Clutching his nose, his back
hits the tunnel wall. ?Want some more, mate?? she cries sharply lifting her
left knee to waist height while leaning away from him giving him an eyeful of
taut knickers and stocking tops. ?Ha!? a gleam of reflected light traces the
path of a high side kick. ?Urrkkkk!? he croaks as the sole of her shoe hammers
his throat and pins it against the wall. His hands fly to the slender ankle
close to his neck but is shocked to find that he can?t budge it. ?Kkkk kkkk!?
?Hands off or I?ll crush your throat so you?ll never breathe again!? she warns
applying more pressure with her foot. All he can do is stare along the shapely
long expanse of her nylon-clad shin and thighs. The matt black stocking tops
circling the middle of her upper thigh is highly arousing in it?s simplicity
enhancing the contrast of the suspender belts running over creamy bare skin
beyond. His eyes drank in the lengthy beauty all the way to the skimpy taut
panties at her crotch exposed by the flexible stance causing his erection to
lurch even though he was choking beneath her foot. Leaning right in, her right
hand reaches for his trouser-tent. ?Oi! what?s this? You?ve got a blooming
hard-on? she chuckles ?You must really like getting your arsed kicked by a
teenaged girl?. She giggles as his manhood responds to the touch of her hand
by getting harder and throbbing uncontrollably. ?What a loser? she taunts ?You
can?t beat a young girl and your dick?s about to blow?. She leans forward
applying more pressure to her foot until he can no longer make a sound and his
face turns purple. ?You?re not man enough to take me? she hisses in a low
whisper. Her hand still encircling the throbbing trouser-meat, her thumb
hidden from her mother?s view, stroking back and forth ?You?re beaten, whipped
by my legs?. His voice choked off, the flickering eyelids is the only sign
before the front of his trousers turn sopping wet.

?Urrr you dirty pig? she sneers ?you?ve creamed your pants? With that she
lowers her foot and turns away from the humiliated man. ?Oh and by the way?
Jacqueline pauses with a wicked smile ?your inability to handle a mere girl is
a joke. Ha ha HA!?. With a heave of her bust and flick of her long hair, her
right leg kicks back driving the heel straight into the front of his trousers
stabbing the shaft closely followed by the sole stomping his balls.
?Oooooeeee!? he squeals his knees weakening as he creases right over cupping
his aching groin. ?That?s right, bow to the superior fighter? she teased ?Ha!?
with a flex of hard-edged calves, her right leg kicks back once more this time
stretching higher as it rises behind her. ?Arrghh!? the sole smashes against
his jaw and continues to rise, her slim leg straightening with the skirt
falling back displaying her stocking tops and suspender belts, driving his
head up and over his shoulders. His legs turn to jelly as he heads on a
backwards course with the floor. ?Yes!? she cries spinning around raising her
arms giving a fist pump in victory. ?Whose next to get their arses kicked??
she challenges then bursts out laughing at the sight of big tough guys staring
at her small hard biceps in open disbelief and fear with the front of their
trousers throbbing.

Joyce proudly watched as her daughter proved herself more than capable of
dealing with a much larger man. In that moment of distraction, she is caught
off-guard as a tall muscular man slips a thick strong arm around her neck from
behind. Remaining steely calm, the slightest hint of excitement touches her
luscious lips. ?Yah!? her right leg rockets skyward in a sensual blaze of
nylon sheen. Reaching vertical, the top of her long thigh hits her voluminous
bust, framing one side of her face with an inverted large muscular calve as it
powers her foot over the top of her head. ?Arghh!? the sharp toe pounds his
forehead like a pickaxe. Without pause, her leg drops to the floor. Spinning
around and grasping his waist she bends sharply forwards by his side. Suddenly
he is looking at a big dangling white cliff front as she bends down low. Her
right leg whips up behind her, bent at the knee and rising fast arcing high
above her back like a scorpion's tail. Sensational flexible legs sheathed in
sheer nylon spread wide apart with stunning litheness. The sole of her shoe
slams against his face with dreadful power, pulverising his face and slamming
it back so hard that his neck visibly strains. But he is tough and somehow
remains standing although clearly shaken. ?EYAH!? going onto her toes flexing
her large calves pushing back the seams running along them, Joyce?s sleek
muscular leg soars upwards at the side of her body in a brief display of
bulging stocking-sheathed legs and tight panties. The top of the thigh ends up
perfectly aligned against the side of her body but not before blasting his
head out of the way and driving him through the air at high velocity.

With his head lolling like it is on a wonky spring and no co-ordination in his
limbs he tries and fails to rise. The sound of high-heels clacking accompany
long shapely shins backed by strong calves, their shape emphasised by being
raised up by heels appear in his vision. Barely able to control his nodding
head he looks up over long strongly defined thighs to slim hips that
dramatically taper in to a pinched waist before encountering a huge wide
thrusting shelf of white-clad bosom. Hanging over him her white blouse is
stretched tight over beautiful big rounded feminine orbs that even in his
badly dazed state causes strong lurching in his trousers. ?You wouldn?t be
able to handle them even if I let you? the mature woman told him with her eyes
and nose peeking over the top of that stunning busty structure before
adjusting the position of her glasses upon her sleek nose. With a wildly
raging erection he tried to push himself from the ground but his limbs
wouldn't respond. There was an outbreak of groans as the Major placed a hand
under each covered breast and gave them a lift. ?Much more than a handful? her
cultured voice purred seductively ?More than you could handle? she teased
lifting that big bundle of desire up and down. ?Urrrrrrr uurrrr uurrrr!? he
moaned with three mighty lurches in his trousers which became sopping wet. An
arrogant smile touched her lips. ?Just the sight of them fully clothed makes
you premature? she mocked. ?Ha ha HA!? her scathing laugh turned into a sharp
shout as a leg shot forwards in a snap kick to the face that sent him
skittering across the floor out cold.

?Temptresses, enchanting men with those...those chests? the leader cried
incensed by the destruction his best fighters by a mere girl and her mother.
His eyes darting around manically spots the Grandmother proudly watching the
younger female members of her family make a humiliating mockery of his
followers. ?Seize the fat hag? he orders ?we will take her hostage and
exchange her for the girl. We will get our compensation?

As they turned their eyes towards her, Mavis met them with a wide knowing
smile that pushed up the corners of her cheeks of her rounded homely face. ?I
was wondering when you would give me a piece of the action? she said
cheerfully. Although appearing plump and outrageously top heavy with her
blazer tailored to follow her exceptional contours, she now stood before them
in a skirt far too short for a woman her age yet showing off a great pair of
legs with thick sturdy thighs and long slender shins. Some of the men creeping
up from behind caught sight of her large powerfully muscled meaty calves
forming a wonderful shape by being raised up by high-heeled shoes and sheathed
with the erotic allure of sheer black nylons and a vertical seam running over
each.

The blazer was now removed with the chubby-faced woman proudly displaying a
phenomenal bust of epic proportions stretching the front of the white shirt
out of shape and straining at the buttons. ?They?re perfectly natural dear?
she smiled thrusting it forwards to the gob-smacked amazement of the
approaching men. The huge bust distracted them from the tremendous degree of
muscle that adorned her arms. Unlike a bodybuilder these were big rounded
developed muscles with large shoulder caps stretching the short sleeves to
breaking point. ?Very firm too? she adds with a wicked smile and hands upon
her wide hips. ?So firm in fact that I don?t need a bra for support?. That
statement just drew their eyes like magnets. Confronted by a low-hanging wide
white slope ending in a pair of massive rounded orbs that must have thrust out
a good 12 inches from her stomach, the sight of large jutting nipples pushing
up the nylon of the shirt confirmed her statement. ?Orrrrrr My Dear Demon
Lord!? ?Eff me!? men already stiff from the sight of the busty and leggy
mother and daughter groaned loudly becoming even harder than they were
already. ?What?s wrong boys?? Mavis teased gently swaying those mammoth orbs
?Never seen a real woman before?? her wicked knowing smile got wider at bulges
so stiff they were obviously painfully cramped inside their pants. ?Better
than wearing a shapeless bag? she gave a throaty chuckle.

?I maybe in my 60?s? she announced presenting her devastating side-profile to
each man, smiling at the outbreak of wild trouser lurches at the sight of such
huge horizontally thrusting pyramids firmly defying gravity. ?I keep fit with
Pilates? she edged closer to their leader who was creeping along the wall
towards her, his lust outweighing religious outrage. ?Yoga? she stood in front
of him swaying her massive frontage provocatively. He stopped, eyes staring,
panting and sweating heavily while his manhood beat like a drum-stick. Her
wide smile turned sly ?And Karate! HAI!? with a mighty heave of her massive
breasts that caused a few to cream their pants, a lateral side-slit opened as
a thick shapely muscled leg sped sideways like a sheer black missile moving at
tremendous speed towards the man?s groin. Streaking between his legs, her foot
struck the wall behind. With a tremendous noise and a wave of sheer power
rippling down large defined muscular quads in sexy stockings and suspenders,
the brickwork literally explodes with pieces of masonry and dust flying
everywhere. The shocking destructive power of the old woman?s powerfully-built
leg causes more men to spill their seed. As the dust clears, the terrified
leader looks down in horror at the thick muscled quads in front of his groin
with her shin between his legs and a massive hole in the wall behind. With a
wide teasing smile the ultra-buxom greying woman purrs in a throaty seductive
voice like pouring cream ?Imagine if that had struck your balls. You?d be
dead, let alone have anything to reproduce with? ?Nnnnnarrghhh nnnnarghhhh
nnnarghh!? he cums so heavily that it spills over onto her stockings.

?YAH!? with her huge breasts lurching like big white bags covering footballs,
her foot drops as her right arm powers forward in a blur of motion. Narrowly
missing his head, a densely muscled arm struck the wall which explodes in
another burst of bricks and mortar to stunned disbelief and more
trouser-lurching. ?Boy did you pick the wrong granny? she taunts their
terrified leader now shaking in fear. ?Stop her!? he cries weakly. ?Yes, stop
me? she sneers at men unable to stop staring at her enormous bust with
throbbing erections in their trousers and fear in their eyes. ?Someone stop me
please? she says with a wide smirk stepping to the raised metal rail running
down the length of the tunnel that is meant to separate pedestrians from
cyclists. ?Are none of you offended nut-jobs going to stop me?? she says
opening her right hand, straightening the fingers and keeping them together as
if resembling a blade while raising it over the metal railing. ?HAI!? stiff
dicks lurch as the woman?s huge unfettered breasts give a mighty heave and her
hand slashes downward slicing through the thick metal rail. ?Nnnnaeghh!? there
is a loud collective groan of ejaculation reverberating through the tunnel as
men are unable to handle the sight of such devastating power by a phenomenally
endowed old woman.

In a lust-fuelled race to get their hands on the super-endowed Granny, men
fight with each other. One breaks free of the others and rushes towards her
with eyes locked on that phenomenally hung bust which she subtly swings from
side to side in encouragement. ?That?s it. Come and get them if you can? she
teases. Hands reach for those huge fun-bags. ?Hai!? a short thick leg sheathed
in sheer black nylon stockings and bent at the knee rises too fast to avoid.
?Nnnuraghh!? he wails as a hard rounded knee pounds the top of his ribbed
stomach angling beneath his sternum smashing through his muscled defences as
if they were made of air. With a loud hollow thump his mouth drops open
soundlessly as he creases right over her wide upper thigh with severe cramps
racking his diaphragm. Mavis looks down at him supported on his toes by her
raised knee with the stocking tops showing. ?Epic fail!? she chuckled with an
amused superior smirk. Clearly suffering with the buxom old lady?s knee buried
in his chest, he looked like he wanted to die than suffer this agony. ?Well if
you want my tits you might as well have them? she teased moving her hands low
down front of her blouse to cup her mammoth breasts and raising them up to the
audible appreciation of the others who had stopped to stare. Supporting a
hefty heavy wobbling white bundle above his form crumpled over her raised knee
she gave a saucy wink. ?HAI!? a loud sharp shout and the enormous package
slammed down upon the back of his neck driving him to the floor like a falling
rock. ?You have to be strong to lug these things around all day every day? she
addressed the unmoving man out cold at her feet.

Another man rushed up and grabbed her from behind pulling her tight against
his body as he tries to take hold of her protruding bust. She openly laughs at
him. ?They?re much too big for you to do that, dear? she mocks. ?HAI!? her
right arm pistons back with elbow sharply bent. ?Orrraghh!? the point sinks
deep turning his hard 6 pack to mush. The elbow continued to rise driving him
up onto his toes as he crumples around it. The same arm grabs his wrist and
pulls it over her shoulder while thrusting an ample backside into his groin
and leaning forwards. With a look of shock, his feet left the floor as he is
loaded onto the old Granny?s broad back and is left helplessly suspended
there. Looking down over her shoulders with his groin pressing into her big
backside, his erection grows even stiffer. ?Enjoying the view? she taunts
before bending further forwards. He is astonished by the hardness of her large
rounded buttocks through the back of her short skirt against his dick and how
good it feels. He can also feel the shift in weight beneath him as those
massive love balloons swing beneath her. Visualising what that must look like
his dick starts throbbing against her backside. ?That?s right dear. I?m
stronger than I look? she states then begins raising and lowering the angle of
her back that sends his growing dick rubbing back and forth over the
beautifully rounded curves until he can take it no more. ?Please...please...?
He groans desperate to cum. ?Please put you down?, why sure? she mocks.
Briefly returning his feet to the floor, she bends sharply. In the blink of an
eye his body is a blur as it whips right over her body until his back slams
heavily against the floor.

Desperately clinging onto consciousness the thrown man opens his eyes to find
himself gazing straight up at the grey-haired woman standing over him. Her
skirt is really short and from this angle he can really appreciate what a
great pair of legs she has. Looking along them he peeks beneath her skirt to
the white knickers at their apex. Of course his eyes are drawn higher up as if
by magnets to that sensational wide firm thrusting white shelf of womanhood.
From this angle it is so huge that he cannot even see her face but he can
appreciate that she possesses a remarkable shapely figure like her daughter
although slightly plumper. ?Orrrr!? he groans as the sight reignites his
hard-on. At that moment she steps past him to confront another man, he catches
sight of her large shapely calves and is astonished by how hard and muscular
they are. From a culture where women are forbidden to exercise, he was
surprised to find the way those big hard calves flexed and waned so highly
arousing that his manhood began to throb once more. Unable to tear his gaze
away from them he was vaguely aware of her grappling with another man.
Suddenly those sexy strong legs turned around and he watched in excitement as
the man became a blur as his groin slid over her backside before rocketing
over her shoulders with astonishing speed while those huge breasts wobbled and
jiggled. He hit the floor so hard, his body actually bounced before finally
coming to rest. The sight of the man clearly out cold at the feet of this
amazing woman while her massive breasts continued to wobble outrageously
unfettered tipped him over the edge and he blasted a massive load into his
pants.

Racked with guilt and shame for being tricked into disgracing himself by a
mere woman, and one that was a Grandmother at that, the leader looked around
the underpass. In disbelief he saw that none of his followers were longer
standing, all shamefully defeated by these heathen women. Heading furtively
towards the nearest exit, he finds the teenaged girl blocking his way. ?Out of
my way sinful little girl? he growls struggling to get past and accidentally
pulling the top of her shirt open to reveal the upper slopes of her large full
and firm breasts with a deep-dark cleavage in-between. Placing his palm on her
left shoulder he tries to push her out of the way. ?Oi! Stop that? she
protests. A hand slaps down upon his wrist pinning it against her shoulder,
the other soars upward in a clenched fist. ?Hai!? an uppercut blasts his jaw
with a solid sound that grinds his teeth together and whips his face skyward.
?Yai!? a forearm slams down on the crook of the pinned arm. ?Arghh!? pain
shoots along his arm and his knees bend. Grasping his wrist with one hand, the
other grabs his hand and twists it sharply, forcing him painfully down to one
knee. ?Nooo!? With a twist of the arm outwards to the side she forces him to
lean forwards. ?Hai!? her right forearm with hand clenched slams down across
the back of his neck at the same time as her right knee soars upwards.
?Arkkk!? a solid crack as her nylon-clad knee connects with his face sends him
flying back first against the floor.

The teen joyfully exclaims ?she beats the head macho man?. With that she
raises both arms clenching her fists and bending her strong-looking forearms
in towards her head. His eyes go wide at the sight of small low-lying mounds
of undeniable muscle swelling on her upper arms. Strong pectorals also causes
her breasts to rise until they swell up in the open part of the shirt like two
balloons sitting firm and tight upon her chest. ?Unnatural! Not right!? he
gasps at the sight of slender muscle on the young girl as he cowers before
her.

?Look how scared he is at the sight of Jacqueline?s muscle. Yet he has a
hard-on for her? Mavis remarked to Joyce. ?They?ve never seen women like us.
They force theirs to wear shapeless bags and forbid them exercising? ?Your
point being?? queried Joyce. A saucy grin spread on the old woman?s face ?I
think an attitude adjustment is in order?.

Without further word, the two older women walked in the middle of the men
laying on the ground. Stirred from the shame of their defeat, their eyes
swivel to long shins with strong calves flaring out behind like wings, clad
sensuously in sheer black nylon, before moving swiftly on up over skirts taut
between strongly-shaped thighs. From the ground, their upward view emphasised
their outrageous hour-glass figures. Staring up at those huge protruding
softly swaying wide-spaced shelves of womanhood hanging above them perk up
their interest. ?Oh my Demon Lord? they groan at the formidable sight. ?It?s
time for a little education for you, boys? Mavis cheerfully tells them ?Er, my
face is up here? she says indicating her head not that any of the men looked
higher than her enormous chest. ?An education that will write in your minds
and cocks the real role in life for men like you? she continues. ?Time for the
dick-blaster, Major Joyce? ?As you command, Lieutenant-Colonel?. ?Take a good
look? Joyce adds ?I see you agree that a woman looks better not wearing a
shapeless bag? she says with an amused glance at the front of their trousers.

Gasping in disbelief with hearts racing and heavy breaths, they stare as Joyce
slowly unbuttons her shirt in a tantalising manner before removing it. Lustful
moans accompany her as she proudly thrusts out her firm super-sized breasts.
Without support, they sat firmly on her chest thrusting forwards in the most
provocative manner with large very erect nipples. Slowly turning to present
her stunning side-profile so that each man gets an erotic blast that goes
straight to his manhood, the lustful groaning gets louder. Her sleek athletic
muscularity is now impossible to ignore. ?Women have muscle too? she tells
them smirking at their openly amazed faces. ?I?m still all-woman as my husband
will testify. He can?t get enough of my fit muscled body playfully dominating
him in the bedroom with my self-defence skills? ?Urgh mum!? her daughter
groans in embarrassment. Raising her arms she hits a double biceps pose that
makes strong rounded top hills of bulging muscle stand proudly on the top of
each arm while the triceps on the underside curved in counterpoint. At the
same time the pose causes strong pectoral muscles to pull up those large firm
breasts into tightly rounded balls pressing against each other in a deep
plunging cleavage. With her bust raised, six sensually moving irregular blocks
etched deeply on her belly are clearly visible. The sight leaves the men
groaning openly in desire with very erect trouser-tents. ?My, those look
painful? she comments with an arrogant air of superiority that sets many of
them throbbing wildly. ?Get your dicks out right now and show me? she demands
in a commanding tone but they hesitate.

?You heard her? growled the Grandmother. The groans of desire got louder as
the wild thrashing in their trousers reached fever-pitch for she had also
removed her shirt and was proudly displaying her phenomenal endowment. The men
were shocked to find the sight of the topless old woman with her much larger
yet still very firm breasts even more of a potent stimulus to their over-stiff
dicks. The noise of zips filled the tunnel as the men frantically released
their erections from the cramped confines of their trousers and pants. ?That
is your first lesson? Mavis told them ?obeying a woman?. ?Eff they?re huge!?
the teen exclaims. ?Jacqueline! decorum please? her mother scolded. ?Stand
there with your mouth closed and watch and learn, Cadet? she instructed.

?Now your next lesson? the homely-faced Grandmother said ?as my daughter
started to explain?. As one, both older women remove their skirts revealing
their legs in all their glory. The men are dumbstruck at the sight of such
powerfully strong yet very feminine legs clad sexily in sheer black nylon
stockings and suspenders. Joyce?s legs are sleek with strong-looking
well-defined quads and calves. Those of the grandmother blows away all of
their preconceptions of the feminine form with thick powerful looking legs and
softly rounded forms delineating big strong quads and massive calves. The men
gasp at how fit and firm the silver-haired woman?s body was with clearly
delineated traps and shoulders. ?I?m fitter, shapelier and stronger than most
girls a third of my age? she states ?My body is better than Viagra. My husband
walks around with a near-permanent erection and with such a compliment I?m
more than happy to take him several times a day? ?Urgh Gran!? cries her
red-faced Granddaughter. Both women raised their arms and flexed double-biceps
poses, that strangely masculine movement that looks so good on a fit woman.
Joyce had the same effect on the men as before with her sleek athletic muscles
but the sheer size of the older woman?s solid round-top swellings on each arm
and thick sail-like forearms was shocking, ?Are they bigger than yours, boys??
she smirked making the big muscles bounce ?I think they are?.

Placing their hands behind their heads, strong pectorals raised their big
busts into firm rounded balls sitting high on their chests. The jaws of the
men dropped in astonishment as the firm stomach of each buxom topless woman
flexed into a dense mass of deeply cut blocks and taut obliques. Breaths got
heavier and hearts beat faster when presented with a pair of rippling writhing
living rocky pathways to their skimpy briefs. Glistening sensually with muscle
tone a grid-work of feminine steel fell and rose gently in constant motion
with each breath calling seductively to their groins causing more groans of
desire. ?A fit muscular female body is a thing of beauty, isn?t it boys?? the
topless grandmother smiled at their shafts grew even stiffer with strong
uncontrollable lurches. ?Jacqueline dear, do you have a 2-pound coin?? she
asked. ?Yes, Gran? the teen replied. ?Place it over my belly button please?.
The thick round coin was duly put in position. Sucking in the lower part of
that dense slabbed belly there were gasps as the girl moved away to reveal the
coin was held firmly in place between the lower and bottom pair of rectus
abdominis muscles. ?Watch and learn boys? Mavis said with an arrogant smirk.
Sucking in and rolling her belly the abdominals seemed to crunch together.
?Nonono!? men groaned as the coin folded back at top and bottom. ?Imagine your
dick was in there? she teased. With a surge of concentration, the old woman
crunched those very prominent blocks of muscle which seemed to grow bigger,
more defined and ripped flattening the edges of the coin together. A final
tighter squeeze and the rippling belly relaxed. ?You won?t be able to undo
that. It?s fused solidly together? she announced proudly throwing the thick
semi-circle of metal to the stunned men. ?Claim it on expenses, dear? she told
the teen.

Still tensing their abs, each woman put forwards her right leg then flexed it.
?Orrrraghh Demon Lord!? the men groaned as their thighs expanded and hardened
into a beautifully shaped, wide rippling mass of large very strong-looking
well-defined muscle heads. The bulging quadriceps stood in bold relief looking
formidably strong. The shine of their stockings enhanced the clarity of those
powerful uncompromising leg muscles with an alluring sheer-black sheen that
was undeniably extremely feminine and sexy. Again, the sheer size of the older
woman?s quads bulging as if they had been inflated with deep cuts as they
flexed had an extreme reaction. ?Bet you?ve never seen anything like this? she
teased ?scary and sexy at the same time?. The big throbs in their over-stiff
dicks confirmed that. Never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined
women like these. While their huge full breasts proudly proclaiming their
extreme femininity had most of them secretly approving of their toplessness,
their strong muscular bodies was another matter. Apart from their breasts,
they were clearly not soft and cuddly but looked rock-hard and extremely
strong like two powerful warrior goddesses. Yet most of the men were fully
erect with desire and fear.

?Now you?ve felt the effect of female muscle on the male libido. It?s time to
push you over the edge? Mavis told them. With that, both women hunched
forwards while bringing down their arms in front of bringing their hands
together tensing every muscle in the classic most muscular or ?crab? pose.
?Orrrrorrrrorrr!? several men lost complete control, cumming hard at this
extreme display of raw ripped female muscle. The huge breasts of the women
began twitching and lurching in some kind of erotic dance. ?Strong pecs? the
Grandmother remarked as they made each breast dance up and down independently
before making both lurch in opposite directions. ?Nnnnarghh Nnnarrghh
Nnnarggh!? the sensual breast dance coupled with the intimidating display of
large striated swelling female muscle, blending raw power and sensuality, was
enough to make the remaining men spill their seed.

Both senior officers looked down over the top of their phenomenal bare busts
with a supremely arrogant sneer of superiority at the men laying around their
feet panting with the exertion of such strong orgasms. ?There you have learnt
the lesson of the sexual dominance of women? Lieutenant-Colonel Mavis
explained, as if explaining things to children. ?Big dense lugs like you need
the message rammed home several times before you understand it? she added.
Glaring at them through the lenses of her glasses, the elegant Major Joyce
addressed the men worshipping her semi-naked form with their eyes. ?From now
on, your women are free to wear whatever they want, speak freely and exercise
if they wish? she instructed ?The women of The Salvation Army will be checking
up on you to ensure compliance?. She made it sound like a threat.

?No! Never!? the leader led the chorus of protest ?We are the Sons of the
Great Demon Lord! You could be the living incarnation of the spiteful Goddess
with those...those unnatural...bulging naked bodies. We will never submit to
the likes of you!? he spat in rage. As the men get to their feet to carry out
his unspoken will, a wide smile spread upon the chubby homely face of the
Grandmother ?I was hoping you would say something like that so we can explain
it to you again?. Although their huge firm bare breasts induced extraordinary
levels of sheer lust, the men found such lean powerful yet smoothly feminine
muscularity both arousing and intimidating. The sleek toned fit bodies full of
sensually shaped bulging rippling muscle looked embarrassingly stronger than
theirs and indeed reminded them of the Demon Lord?s nemesis, the Warrior
Goddess Anahita.

Showing cool confidence in their abilities and looking very sexy in stockings,
suspenders, briefs and heels; the two older women adopted fight poses with
their hands held like blades poised like lethal weapons and excited bemused
smiles mocking the men?s chances. With their rock hard feminine bodies ready
for unarmed combat they seemed invincible and unassailable, a sight the men
found highly arousing with the urge to experience those remarkable bodies in
action.

One man is stunned to see the semi-naked mother running straight at him with
big heavy breasts bouncing wildly. Suddenly he is confronted by a large wall
of wobbling bust as Joyce throws herself forward into a one-handed handstand.
A strong sexy stocking-clad leg continues it?s momentum over the sturdy core
of her body. ?YAH!? her sole back-stomps his face while the steel-reinforced
heel punches his jaw. Barely had her foot lightly touched the floor when, with
a flex of sleek muscled thighs, she back-flipped in the reverse direction.
?EEYAH!? in a blaze of reflected nylon sheen the same foot powered into the
underside of his jaw with tremendous force whipping his face towards the roof
and spinning him right around in a daze. ?HAI!? a long lean muscled leg kicks
out in a sexy unstoppable bolt of power. ?Naarghh!? her shoe hammers into the
back of his neck, sending him speeding into the tunnel wall.

Without pause and with a huge heave of her lust-inducing bust, Joyce dropped
to a low crouch between two approaching men. A leg streaks around sweeping one
right off his feet while arcing around to do the same to the other. Dropping
between them her long legs fly out front and back while doing the front
splits. ?HAH!? feet hammer both groins simultaneously with pounding force. As
they crease over squealing in agony, she gives them a condescending look of
pure arrogance through her glasses. ?HAI!? stiff fingers on an open hand
thrust into one?s larynx and he falls back clutching his throat while she
turned her cold-eyed attention to the other. ?YAH!? heavy rounded breasts
heave upwards as the point of her elbow slammed down on the back of his neck
and he too crumples to the ground. ?See how aroused they are becoming at their
failure to fight a woman? she told her daughter ?an arousal at our supremacy
in unarmed combat?

A man rushes at the silver-haired woman, a hand darting out towards her huge
bare breasts in uncontrollable desire. ?HAI!? the edge of her knife-hand was a
blur chopping his wrist. ?Arghhh!? he screams as his wrist shatters. ?Touch my
tits, I?ll break your bones? Mavis stated bluntly. With an agility that belied
her aged plump appearance, her right knee soars to an incredible height while
her hands pull down his face to meet it. ?HAI! HAI! HAI!? a rounded
nylon-sheathed knee pounds his face loudly in rapid succession, without once
returning to the floor and with the dramatic bouncing of her huge breasts.
Striking with fearsome force, his head bobbed up and down rapidly like a cork
on an ocean as his face disintegrated. Without compassion, she seized his
broken wrist as the devastating knee soared to chest height before the lower
leg flicked around in a high backwards arc. He gets a brief glimpse of tight
panties stretched over a mature love mound as a shiny black blur hurtles
towards him at frightening speed. ?HAI!? the sole of her shoe hammers into the
side of his neck knocking him out instantly while sending him spinning away
like a top into the men behind with such force that they tumble like 9-pins.

The sight of the hard-bodied topless well-endowed sexagenarian
fighting-machine spur two to co-ordinate their attack, coming from front and
back simultaneously. ?HAI!? despite the evidently heavy mass of her breasts
flying around, a thick muscled nylon-sheathed leg soars fast while turning to
confront the man behind. At that moment the other leapt, grabbing her from
behind while the first man throws out a strong arm in confidence to block her
kick. ?Argh!? there is a loud scream and the crack of bone as the old woman?s
powerful muscular leg proved unstoppable. The other man now finds himself
holding the well-built muscle-granny with his hands drawn to her huge
frontage. Without warning the big firm breasts spring apart beneath his palms
and his hands fall into her cleavage to encounter shockingly hard striated
pectorals at the base. ?ArrrNoNoNo!? he screams as those powerful chest
muscles snap her breasts together trapping his hand between strong hard-edge
muscle that start chewing up his hand like a rock-crusher. Whimpering and
begging for mercy, he is unable to extract his hand from those feminine orbs
that he desired now turned an agonising hand-mangler. With him immobilised by
her crushing pectorals she returns her attention to the man with the broken
arm.

?HAI!? a tremendous shout as a thick shapely blur of black nylon sheen flashes
forward with a litheness unexpected from such a plump old woman. ?WORAGH!? he
wails as her shin slams horizontally across his belly like a shapely crow-bar,
loudly pounding his abs to mush. Driven by big smooth bulging quads and strong
hamstrings, his torso folds like a playing card while his body jerks several
feet into the air, his face a silently screaming mask of agony. Even before
his feet return to the ground, the sensuous stocking-clad quads of the
Grandmother are powering her right leg back into the air with eye-watering
velocity. ?YAH!? her foot thunders into his face in mid-air, pummelling his
face and whipping it back over his shoulders before his body flips a full 270
then smashes face-first into the floor.

Relaxing her fearsome pectorals, the grey-haired lady faced the one who had
tried to grab her from behind smiling widely in amusement as she watched him
clutch his now useless hand while the objects of his desire and downfall
thrust proudly between them. ?That?s what strong pectorals can do for a woman?
she states. Standing so close to her, he is aware of the old lady?s shockingly
big muscles and although nervous finds his ardour re-awakened. As her strong
rippling arms reach out towards him, he freaks. ?YAAAIII!? a blistering punch
seared towards her head with his good hand. With cold disdain a thick
sail-like forearm whips up to knock it casually aside. ?HAI!? the sudden shout
makes him jump as a thick muscled arm flashes between them. Her fist smashes
through his abs like a hot knife through butter sinking deep into his belly
while her huge bare boobs swing wildly. A loud solid sound of impact and his
body is blasted off his feet, hurtling backwards at great velocity while
folding up. His flight ends in a jerk as her hand shoots out to capture a
wrist and pulls him sharply back. ?You wanted my tits. Now have them? she
tells him as he slams against her surprisingly sturdy body. Pulling on the
back of his head he finds his face plunging deep between her voluminous
breasts. Barely had he thought that this was a very nice place to be when he
heard the sound that made his blood chill. ?HAI!? powerful pectorals slam her
massive breasts either side of his head. Two shockingly heavy and firm mounds
of womanhood driven by strong chest muscles deliver a double-hammer blow
knocking him out cold.

The huge man thought he was tough but as he squared off with the tall buxom
stern-looking mother, he became aware of the sensual movement of her sleek
muscles as she blocked his punches and returned blisteringly fast ones. Strong
rippling biceps drove her fists through his defences to batter and bruise his
face with crushing force while her big breasts swung as a constant reminder
that she was all woman. No matter how hard he tried he is unable to land a
blow on her. ?HAI!? as a blisteringly fast high kick clubs him around the top
of the head making his legs go weak, he realises what a frighteningly good
fighter she is. He barely had that thought when a fist pounds him straight in
the mouth splitting his lip. Strangely she doesn?t follow up even though she
could have but watches him through her glasses with an eager expression, fists
raised and her breasts rising and falling gently. Her large breasts could keep
any red-bloodied man very stiff but he increasingly found her forbidden
muscularity highly arousing.

Suddenly another man rushes up behind her. Without pause, her right thigh
flies up to her chest with foot extended before her. ?HAI!? bending double at
the waist, her right leg swings up behind her with remarkable flexibility.
?Yargh!? he cries as the sole of her shoe slams into his face like an express
train, destroying it and driving him back. He?d barely gone a few steps when
she flipped upright and stepped towards him. ?HAI!? her fist was a blur as it
delivered an uppercut to his jaw knocking his lights out and blasting him
across the subway.

Turning back to the first man with her fists raised a sly smile crossed her
luscious lips. ?Yes, I?ve been toying with you? she teased ?I could have
knocked you out whenever I chose?. The thought made him more aroused than ever
and determined to give her a beating. It never happened. Pain leapt into his
face in bright flashes of light that made his knees tremble as punch after
punch hammered his face. He became entranced by the living carpet of toned
abdominals sharply-defined and shining upon her taut flat belly. ?ORRR! You
have such a beautiful body? he moaned aloud. Those stomach muscles so taut and
hard had him raging with desire. To his surprise she stopped punching and with
a tight smile ran a hand over her ribbed stomach. ?You?ve never met a woman
with muscle before. Go on feel it? she said. His hands flashed forwards to run
over her amazing abs, marvelling at their hardness yet highly sensual allure
while moaning with desire. ?Ohh I want to worship you, woman? he moaned,
unable to cope with the incredible feel of that rocky yet very feminine belly.
Balling her fist Joyce slammed it repeatedly against her six-pack with a loud
solid sound showing she wasn?t holding back. ?Go on, punch it. Show me what a
man you are? she sneered. ?Wimp!? she openly laughed at his first tentative
punches. Getting irate he hit harder and harder until his knuckles hurt
against her steel-hard sculpted belly while she continued to laugh at him. He
had to stop, his hand hurt too much. Then came that sly smile and the words he
was dreading. ?My turn? she says raising her fists in an arrogant manner with
smouldering eyes that went straight to his groin. ?HAI!? with triceps flexing,
a strong shaped forearm drilled a fist painfully ripping through his own
6-pack with such force that he was lifted into the air before crashing to his
knees, gasping in vain for breath. Crippled with stomach cramps he was now
totally helpless to defend himself as jaw-busting punches rained down upon his
face. Her biceps seemed to get bigger as they pump blow after blow into his
face. Knowing that the big-bosomed woman had him beat, a white gooey
ejaculation spurt from his raging erection with each brain-scrambling punch.
?EEYAH!? through swollen eyes he saw the sleek muscle goddess turn and jump as
a sleek long leg soared near vertical behind her. A split-second later the
sole of her shoe explodes against his jaw snapping his head back so hard that
he flips heels over head, unconscious and trailing cum from his dick in honour
of the sensuous muscle woman that had defeated him.

One man who had targeted the slightly plump smiling homely Grandmother because
she was older with enormous breasts quickly regretted his decision. The
topless old lady suddenly leapt to a tremendous height giving him a view right
down a strong muscled leg bulging in sheer black stockings to skimpy underwear
at her crotch. ?KIYAA!? the flying sole of her shoe pounds his chest like a
thunderbolt, almost crushing it and making him want to crease right over in
severe winded agony. Before he can the smiling buxom lady lands on her feet
right before him, grabs the front of his shirt with both hands then throws
herself backwards. Pulling him down after her, a thick shapely leg rises to
meet him, planting a foot in his groin. In a split-second, her back rolls on
the ground and a powerful force hurls him high over her body in a fearsome
stomach throw that sends him flying at frightening speed across the width of
the tunnel. Flipping feet over head his back slams into the metal dividing
rail spinning right around it before crashing to the ground.

Lying on her back looking at the thrown man with an amused smile, her sturdy
legs bent at the knee formed an eye-catching sensual arch of sheer-black
stockings that emphasised the strong curvaceous shape of her large deep calves
and hamstrings. With her breasts flopping back upon her upper chest like large
rounded pillows it was a scene to inflame desire in the remaining men yet they
are too scared to approach. Her eyes flick to a man standing close by, a
beckoning smile touching her lips as her thick shapely legs spread wide giving
him full view. With an inviting seductive smile fingers draw his attention to
the skimpy knickers at her crotch at the apex of her legs. With a raging
erection it is too much to bear and he kneels between her open legs. Her
fingers beckon his face to her crotch and he just can?t refuse. Plunging his
face between those firm thick thighs, he is aching to worship her. His face
almost reaches her love nest. ?HAI!? like a steel-sprung man-trap those sturdy
muscular thighs slam closed in an instant. Firm sturdy columns of
nylon-sheathed female muscle hammer against the sides of his neck with great
speed and strength knocking him out immediately.

Throwing herself rapidly onto the backs of her broad shoulders with a massive
lurch of unrestrained breasts, the remarkable Grandmother propels herself into
the air without using her hands to land steadily upon her feet before a
totally astonished man. Without pause she wraps an arm around his head,
grabbing her wrist with her other arm to pull his head into the pit of her
arm. Shocked to find himself in a very tight side headlock, he is horrified by
how large and muscular the old woman?s arm is locking him solidly in place. He
is astonished to feel the side of his face sinking into the fleshy softness of
the side of a large breast. ?Oh you lucky man? she chuckles as he struggles in
vain to free himself, realising that she was just too strong for him. He
senses her legs tensing for a second before a powerful force lifts him from
his feet and he finds himself plummeting sideways to the floor still locked
firmly in her headlock pressed against her bust. ?Argh!? he yells as his side
hits the concrete floor hard. The next instant several pounds of dense large
female bust slams into the side of his head knocking him out.

The leader of the fanatics was shocked by the ruthless devastation of his men
by these unnaturally built women for a second time. In disgust he saw that
they lay at the feet of the older pair looking up at these unreal females with
their huge firm thrusting breasts and bulging muscles with longing and very
erect members. Creeping along the tunnel wall he again tried to make his
escape. ?You ain?t going anywhere, mush?. Once more he finds his way blocked
by the pretty teen with a tough confident look and hands raised open-palmed
with fingers straight ready for combat. The sight of the young girl openly
challenging him to a fight brought back painful memories of how he had
underestimated her before and how easily she had utterly humiliated him.
?What?s wrong? Scared of a girl?? she smirked, making him feel nervous. ?HAI!?
a loud shout right in his face reverberated around the tunnel, shocking him
with its volume and making him jump in fright. Falling back against the wall
in terror, his manhood is fully erect. The girl bursts out in loud mocking
laughter at his reaction for she hadn?t done anything other than shout. ?HAI!?
another shout and trembling in fear he watches as the girl?s long right slim
leg soars into the air. As it narrowly misses his face, his dick erupts in
orgasm.

?Please no more young Warrior Goddess. Let me worship you with my body? he
begs. ?Ugh, gross? she wrinkles her nose in disgust. However his actions had
triggered an outbreak of pleading as the other men followed suit begging the
older muscle women to allow them to worship them. ?I don?t think so?
Lieutenant-Colonel Mavis laughs with contempt, looking down at the men. ?You
will all be here tomorrow evening? it was a command. ?Yes yes? they beg. ?Your
womenfolk will accompany you?. A slight hesitation but a glare from the
powerful buxom grandmother had them agreeing. ?And they better not be wearing
shapeless bags? Major Joyce warns.

The grey-haired woman walked over to where the leader knelt in defeat on the
floor. Even he looked up at her in awe, his manhood beginning to stiffen at
the sight despite just climaxing. ?The Demon Lord?s gift indeed? she gave a
saucy smile ?A gift to women like me to exploit to keep you aroused and under
control? she smirked as it got stiffer under her watchful eye. ?Are you
married?? she asked in a husky voice that called to his loins. Conscious of
her watching stare he forced himself to look above that massive wobbly shelf
of bare thrusting womanhood. ?Yes? he mumbled, unable to stop his eyes from
slipping back to her bust. ?Good news? she announces loudly so that all can
hear. ?Your womenfolk will enjoy lifting weights to get fit and strong at the
Salvation Army gym?. A murmur of shock went through the men. Placing her right
leg close to their leader, he admires her firm thick legs, looking very sexy
sheathed in sheer black nylon stockings. He gasped as those legs suddenly
flexed right in front of his face. Those thick softly rounded curves in her
legs swelled tremendously in size with hard pumped-up quadriceps, each muscle
head large and bulging and clearly defined. There was no doubt that these were
extremely powerful legs indeed. The sheer power emanating from those bulging
leg muscles made his dick harden and throb but the thought that the old lady
would pull his head between them terrified him. Before he could move away she
addressed him again. ?After a few months weight-lifting, your wife could have
legs like these and looking to see how hard she can squeeze your head between
them? she said with a smile. His dick lurched again at the thought. ?Or it
could be your Mother in-law or Grandmother giving you some corrective therapy?
she added watching the idea sink into his brain and travel down to his dick
while flexing and re-flexing her quads to encourage further growth. ?You
wouldn?t stand a chance. Legs like these could crack your skull like an
eggshell. She?ll soon have you crying like a baby if she doesn?t knock you out
first? she said with a wicked smirk. He clearly could imagine it as his dick
gave several strong lurches. ?Don?t touch it? she ordered as a hand moved
towards his manhood.

Suddenly the old woman leant forwards with a wall of breast wobbling close to
his face. A dense rippling arm reached down, a living muscle-packed pillar
which terrified him so much he was too scared to move. He had noticed her
thick bulging arms before but close-up they were absolutely terrifying with
their sheer power undeniable. Grabbing the front of his shirt she slowly but
surely hoisted him effortlessly to his feet. As her arm folded at the elbow to
lift him, he gasped at the thick firm softly rounded mound forming in the
middle of her arm right before his eyes, becoming solid and hard. He felt weak
knowing that the old granny had much bigger and harder biceps than he did.
Those terrifying but powerfully sexy huge bulging quads passed close before
his face making him fearful that she was going to crush his puny head between
them, but with relief he was raised above them.

?Just imagine, one day soon your wife will have a six-pack like this? she
crowed as her firm belly hardened into rocky slabs of sharply-defined
abdominals. A second later his face was being pulled over that ribbed plain,
feeling every iron-hard slab and bumping over every deep groove and finding
every moment of it highly arousing. His manhood went crazy with the contrast
of her hard belly and her large soft but firm breasts as his face next plunged
through her deep dark cleavage between them. ?Are you in heaven?? she asked
cheekily ?Does your wife have big boobs?? ?Mmm mmm!? was his muffled reply.
?Your more endowed women-folk will be shown exercises to strength the
pectorals to develop strong breasts that can reward her man with sensual
pleasure? ?MMMM! MMM!? His muffled moans of pleasure became cries of pain as
the old woman flexed her mighty pectorals once more crushing his face between
her large firm heavy breasts. ?Or inflict an attitude adjustment? she
explained as her breasts squeezed his head. Her bust relaxed and her strong
biceps continued to lift him, as he panted for breath, until he was level with
her face.

?You are such lucky men? she looked him right in the eyes as that cunning wide
smile pushed up her chubby cheeks. ?Your wives, mothers and daughters will
also be taught how to defend themselves by mastering the martial arts to a
very high degree? she stated to a stunned silence while their mouths fell open
in disbelief. ?Imagine it, Gentlemen. Soon your very own wives, daughters,
mothers, mother in-laws, even grandmothers will be better fighters than you.
They will use you to practice their unarmed combat skills upon because you
will be unable to stop them? she paused to let that image sink in. ?With their
finely-tuned fit strong combat trained bodies your wives and older female
relatives will demand vigorous worship as your very own Warrior goddesses.
Think on that, you lucky boys? she said. It was obvious from their
expressions, the slight rocking of their hips and the hands stealing to very
erect shafts that the men were indeed imagining what that would be like.

Even the leader held by her strong arm before her face was shifting uneasily
with his hand reaching for his dick. ?I said no!? she reprimanded sternly.
Once more he found himself staring at the old woman?s steely-hard biceps as
they lifted him right off his feet and raised him above the level of the top
of her head while keeping the rest of him sliding along her firm fit body. ?I
bet you can?t wait for your wife to be able to do this to you? she taunted.
Just then he felt his hard throbbing manhood slide over her firm ribbed
abdomen and was unable to control it any longer. ?Nnnnurghh! Nnnnurghh!
Nnnurgh!? with loud moans of pleasure his whole load erupted in massive blasts
all over her sexy firm sculpted belly. That was the trigger that set the
others off and the whole subway erupted to the sounds of mass orgasm as the
men realised the fate in store for them.

Lowering the drained humiliated man until his feet touched the floor, Mavis
grabbed his head and pulled his face down against her hard belly and rubbed it
over her six-pack. ?Clean up your mess leader man? she demanded holding his
face in place with a strong arm around the back of his head until he had
followed orders. Pushing him away, she let him fall back to the floor before
turning to the other two members of her family. ?Another job well done? she
remarked as they collected and put back on their uniforms. ?Same time tomorrow
with your womenfolk or we?ll be very angry and we will track you down and
punish you in front of them? she called out before the three women, once more
looking very smart in their Salvation Army uniforms walked out of the subway
tunnel and back out into the daylight.