JPECHO#1: Echoes from the Past 
By Jimp


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The following story may contain descriptions of sex and violence. If you are 
offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your 
country do not read on. 
(c)JIM P 1996 
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"For two risings of the moon, we tracked the fall of the war goddess. 
She blazed a trail of fire across the dark heavens in her chariot. 
Descending to the hills in the East, she lit up the sky with all her 
glory. 
 
We went in search of the goddess, fighting all those that came in our 
path. They fought us hard, they fought us well, but in the end all 
succumbed to the warriors of the tribe. 
 
At last we came to the place where the goddess had came. All around the 
trees lay fallen and black as though she had smote them with her fists. 
The air burned hot with her breath, the goddess was near. Some of the 
warriors fell to their knees in fear, others fled like women. One-Eye 
and myself berated those who grovelled in the dirt. Forward we drove the 
warriors of the tribe onwards with our spears." 
 
"I'm sorry that's as far as I've got so far" the balding white-haired 
man with glasses said as he looked up from his notes. Professor Maurice 
Dupont was an expert on ancient languages and a friend of Sir Humphrey 
Symthe- Jones. "It's very archaic. Some of the symbols are almost 
illegible" he told us "at a guess I would say it dates from around 50 
BC". "How long will it take to decipher the rest?" I asked. "Oh, another 
hour or so I should imagine" he replied. I needed to stretch my legs and 
get a bit of fresh air. 
 
I left the office and wandered along the corridors. Buying a cup of 
scalding hot coffee from a vending machine I went down the stairs and 
out into the courtyard of the historic university buildings. As I 
wandered around the campus I reflected over recent events, trying to 
make some sense of it all. 
 
Due to a run-in with my mother in-law [JIMP#13], I had discovered a 
walled up area in the cellar of Bristledown Manor. With the help of Sir 
Humphrey's bodyguard Mike, we opened up the wall and found a large 
trunk. Inside were a number of Indian looking artefacts, some 
manuscripts and an old leather bound diary bearing the gold embossed 
initials G.S.J. 
 
"That would my great grandfather Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones. He was an 
explorer, you know, went to India during Queen Victoria's reign" Sir 
Humphrey told us. One item immediately caught my eye, an ebony statue of 
an Indian goddess whose many hands held instruments of war. I had seen 
the same image on necklaces worn by at least three amazon women I had 
encountered. Sir Humphrey insisted on cataloguing the artefacts, he 
being somewhat of an avid collector. I drew his attention to the goddess 
but he confessed that he had never seen anything like it before. He also 
insisted that he have the privilege of being the first to read through 
the diary. I emphasised the need to keep this find to ourselves for the 
time being to avoid drawing unwanted attention. 
 
Nevertheless, this manuscript caught our eye. It was undoubtedly the 
oldest written in some sort of Asian hieroglyph and also very fragile. I 
suggested that we should get this treated quickly before we handled it 
too much. Thus I found myself at Cambridge with Sir Humphrey and Mike 
while Professor Dupont treated the document and began the slow process 
of translation. 
 
I returned to the courtyard and stood for a while gazing across it 
letting my mind drift before I returned to the professor's stuffy 
office. Isn't it funny how sometimes you can sense you are being watched 
?. 
 
I turned around in time to catch sight of a mature woman, probably in 
her late 50s or 60s, and under 5 foot tall staring at me. She had a pale 
but heavily made up oval shaped face with a short slender nose and a 
small but firmly set mouth. Her short curly hair was dyed an auburn 
colour yet failed to conceal strands of grey. Her small sharp piercing 
grey eyes glared at me as if to chastise me from looking at her. 
Certainly she had something to look at, she wasn't that bad looking and 
had a slender hourglass figure with a big chest that stuck out like two 
torpedoes in a tight low cut cream blouse, undoubtedly assisted by some 
ingenious invention of the lingerie industry. 
 
She averted her gaze and entered the building. Although she was short, 
she tottered about on extremely high heeled shoes. Slender ankles rose 
from those shoes and tapered into power-packed balls of calve muscle. 
Each calve was graced with a deep diamond shaped cleft at the bottom and 
shone healthily enhancing their sensuality. I love women with muscular 
calves, I think they are so sexy. Unable to break the habit of a 
lifetime, I decided to follow her just so I could watch the double 
diamonds which stood like rocky outcrops on the backs of her legs. They 
bulged and flexed as she tottered ahead of me. I was unable to take my 
eyes off them. 
 
She began to climb the stairs. I followed close behind, her well defined 
calves performing a sensual dance of power that called out to my loins. 
Her grey tight knee-length skirt clung to the backs of her legs as she 
climbed, giving the impression of strong tendons of the back of her 
legs. I wished that I could see the rest of her legs to see if there 
were as well muscled as her calves. 
 
She reached the first floor and tottered off down the same corridor as 
the professor's office. I had to slow down a bit since she seemed unable 
to move very fast with those high heels. The way she walked seemed 
strange, maybe it was the heels or maybe she was bow legged or 
something. 
 
The woman disappeared into an office on the right. As I walked past, I 
stole a glance and saw her glaring at me. I walked on to the end of the 
corridor and back into the professor's stuffy old office. 
 
"From out of nowhere, the demons attacked. They were big, strong, built 
like warriors yet smooth skinned and with breasts like women. Many 
warriors faltered, were these women that were attacking us?, we cannot 
fight women. Their hesitation was their demise as the demons impaled 
them upon their spears. The she-devils fought like warriors yet seemed 
like women, what kind of devilry of the goddess was this?. I was fallen 
by a demon and we wrestled on the rocky ground. It's smooth warm body 
and breasts tricked my loins, it's strength was surprising. 
 
Surely this was no woman, it's arms were too thick and strong, almost a 
match for me the strongest of the tribe. The demon was tireless and 
skilful as we fought on the ground. Like a snake, the she-devil wrapped 
its huge legs about my waist and crushed me. It's legs were as powerful 
as a stallions. I beat in vain at the monster as it's beardless face 
laughed as it mighty thighs crushed me. I saw One-Eye as his head was 
devoured by the legs of another of the demons. I cried out to the gods, 
but none answered. The she-beast was too much for me and it crushed me 
into defeat. 
 
A warrior should die in battle. Cruel are the gods. Alone I crawled like 
a worm to return to the tribe. Never again shall we go forth into the 
hills of the goddess. It is an evil place full of she-demons." 
 
"What does it mean?" Sir Humphrey asked. "No doubt some myth handed down 
through the generations until it got written down here" replied the 
Professor "some primitive tribe must have saw a falling meteorite and 
took it as a sign from the gods. They sent out a scouting party who got 
ambushed by another tribe". "A tribe of amazons" I prompted. "I don't 
think so" laughed the professor "a corruption in the tale as it came 
down through the centuries. Probably because the meteorite was 
associated with some goddess and the attackers appeared to come near 
where it fell, the primitives associated one with the other and thought 
they were being attacked by the goddess's warriors. Through the years 
the association between warriors of the goddess became female warriors". 
 
For some reason I wasn't convinced, the legend seemed too explicit on 
that score and I recalled the amazons I had encountered recently. I took 
out a photograph that I had taken of the statue we had found in the 
trunk and showed the professor. "Could this be the goddess?" I asked "an 
amazon goddess". "Fascinating. Many early people had female warrior 
deities, Athena for example or the Valkeries. So I'm not all that 
surprised" the professor replied. 
 
The professor wanted to run some tests on the manuscript to check its 
authenticity, its date and other things. I decided that it was time for 
another walk. 
 
Leaving the office, I wandered along the corridor until I came to the 
vending machine. Putting in my money I made my selection: coffee, white, 
no sugar. Why is it that these machines give you boiling hot drinks in 
thin plastic cups that nearly burn a layer of skin off your fingers?. 
 
I hung around the machine for a while allowing my drink to cool enough 
to be able to pick it up without the risk of second-degree burns. With 
cup in hand I wandered idly further down the corridor until I noticed a 
door marked "Departmental Office". Risking a peak inside I found the 
woman I had seen earlier bending forward to put something in a filing 
cabinet. She had her back to me and so I had a marvellous view of those 
magnificent calves. As she bent forward, her skirt rose slightly giving 
me a glimpse of strong hamstrings. It was a very stimulating sight. 
Standing up, she turned around and saw me. 
 
"What do you want?" she demanded. "I ur I was just admiring your calves" 
I told her "I think you've got beautifully muscled calves". "A pervert 
eh?. Do you usually sneak up on women?" she replied. "N-No" I told her. 
"Find me attractive do you?" she asked in a stern no nonsense voice. "Ur 
well yes" I fumbled, actually she wasn't too bad for her age however she 
was far too old for me but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. 
 
She moved close to me and stood before me with her legs astride and her 
hands on her hips. The fact that she was under 5 foot tall meant that I 
got a bird's eye view right down the front of her blouse. A deep 
cleavage lying between two full rounded mounds of feminine flesh 
confronted me. 
 
"You keep you filthy hands to yourself" she remarked sourly noticing my 
gaze. "I ... ur ... my name is Jim. I'm visiting Professor Dupont" I 
introduced myself. "Jean" she replied "not that it's any of your 
business". I ventured another look down her cleavage. She wore a 
necklace and I could see a glimmer of black but I could not make out 
whether it was a miniature version of the statue. 
 
"That's an interesting necklace" I told her "may I take a closer look". 
I reached out to retrieve it where it nestled between her breasts but 
was pushed away by her hand. "I told you to keep you hands to yourself" 
she snarled. "I've seen quite a few like that. Tell me where you got it" 
I persisted. "It's none of your business" she replied sternly. "You know 
you are a very attractive woman. I'd really like to take you out to 
dinner this evening" I said trying a different approach. "Don't be silly 
I'm much too old for you" she replied. "Age doesn't make a difference. 
Please I'd really like to" I insisted. I never had much with women, 
usually if I'd got up the courage to ask one out she would laugh in my 
face. "Very well. I don't know what you are up to but if it's no good 
then you'll be sorry" she said taking me totally by surprise. She gave 
me her address and we agreed that I would pick her up at seven. 
 
For the next few hours I desperately racked my brains for a good plan. I 
really needed to make sure she had the goddess pendent on her necklace 
before I started grilling her, but how?. Some wining and dining was 
called for with lashings of charm, but then what ?. Should I try and 
seduce her ?, did I want to ?. She was much older than me but then she 
had a good chest and great calves. What if I found out that she didn't 
have the necklace after I seduced her?. My mind was in turmoil and no 
matter how hard I thought, I couldn't come up with a better plan. 
 
Seven o'clock came around sooner than I hoped. I drove to the address 
that I was given, an ordinary looking mid-terraced house in an ordinary 
residential area. Parking the car at the side of the road, I walked 
across to the front door and rang the bell. 
 
A light came on in the hallway and the clack clack clack of high heeled 
shoes on a wooden surface told me that I was at the right place. A 
woman's head could just be made out on the other side of the frosted 
glass pane in the door and the sound of locks being undone. Jean opened 
the door, peering from behind it as it swung open. "About time too, come 
in" she snapped. Her face was heavily made-up with plenty of eyeliner, 
rouge and lipstick. I entered the hall and heard the door shut behind 
me. 
 
I looked around and what a shock I got. Jean was standing there wearing 
a shiny black PVC dress that clung to her upper body like a second skin 
accenting her hour glass figure and protruding breasts. The neckline 
plunged dramatically over her torpedo-like chest not meeting up again 
until mid-way on her firm looking stomach. This showed off her glorious 
bust in a way a red-bloodied male could not ignore. The two semi-
spherical breasts filled out the front of her dress meeting in the 
middle in a deep dark cleavage. I was especially intrigued to see the 
undersides of her breasts curving away from her buxom valley, it was a 
real turn on. Below the waist, the sexy shiny dress was looser coming to 
just above the knee. Her shins were covered in sheer black nylon and she 
was almost on tip toes with shiny black 6" stiletto shoes. 
 
"Oh Jean you look incredible" I gushed as stepped right up close to her. 
I put my hands on her shoulders and ran them over the shiny plastic to 
her marvellous breasts. "Oh god you really are incredible sexy" I 
continued as my lust grew. I then noticed that she was not wearing a 
necklace at all. Was I wrong ?, what the hell did it matter dressed that 
like she was driving me wild with desire. I ran my hands over her PVC 
contoured chest, excitement mounting. "Ohh Jean, what a body, oohhh what 
a woman" I moaned as I caressed her thrusting breasts. I leant forward 
to kiss her. She raised her hand to my chest to stop me then grabbed my 
right hand away from her chest. "Did I say you could touch me?" she said 
sternly, glaring at me. "N-No, sorry Jean" I replied. "You will call me 
Mistress" she told me. 
 
Without warning her right hand with fingers rigid moved towards her left 
shoulder then slashed down to the right side of my neck. Another chop to 
the other side of my neck and I fell to the floor at her feet. Until now 
I never understood people with a foot fetish but now I was face to face 
with a pair of dainty feet pushed up into remarkably sensual curves by 
her stiletto heels. I leant forward and kissed the tops of her feet. 
"Get to your feet and follow me, pervert" I heard her say and looked up 
to she her towering over me with her legs astride and her hands on her 
hips. She looked magnificent, very dominant and very sexy. "Yes 
mistress" I found myself saying and watched as she turned around to 
totter off to a room at the other end of the hall. Massaging my aching 
neck, I got back to my feet and followed, watching the way those 
incredible heels caused her muscular calves to stand out in sharp 
relief. 
 
By the time I entered her living room, the combination of the shiny skin 
tight dress, stiletto heels and muscular calves had me rock hard. The 
room had obviously been two rooms at one time, now knocked into one. 
Across the middle of the room was an arch where the dividing wall had 
once been. At the base of the arch were two small waist high walls that 
came part way into the room. One end of the room was a dining area with 
a table and chairs, the other end had a three piece suite and a 
T.V./video unit. 
 
Jean tottered over to the sofa and sat herself down at the edge rather 
elegantly with her legs together. The way her stilettos raised her 
heels, I wondered whether they made her uncomfortable. "You were 
interested in my necklace" she said as she leaned over to pick something 
up from a coffee table at end of the sofa. As she did so, something fell 
onto "Pick that up will you?" she asked. I had been so engrossed in her 
dangling chest that I hadn't noticed what she had knocked off the table 
or where it fell. 
 
I knelt down but couldn't quite see what she had dropped. "Maybe it fell 
under the front of the sofa" she suggested. I leant closer to the ground 
to look. Bad move, there was a swish of her nylon clad legs moving and 
then I found thick bulging muscle enveloping my head. They wrapped 
themselves around my head like some kind of boa-constrictor and began to 
squeeze tight. My head had been devoured by the legs of a she-devil. 
 
The insides of her thighs smothered my ears, mouth, and nose and seemed 
to bulge with a life of their own. "Trying to look up my skirt are you?" 
I heard her accuse. I was surprised at how large her thighs were as I 
put my hands on her legs to try and prise them apart. Her inner thighs 
felt just as big as her outer thighs judging by the way they crushed 
against my head. "I'll teach you for molesting me" I heard her say. I 
felt stocking tops and suspenders under my hands and dispite my 
predicament they were arousing. Powerful muscles bulged and rippled as 
she squeezed hard. Deep clefts formed under my fingers as her warm skin 
turned to steely-hard columns of man- crushing power. I groaned aloud 
from the pressure of her powerful thighs. "I am your mistress. I will 
teach you obedience" she told me "my legs will be your temple of doom. 
You are mine to control and toy with as I wish". 
 
I hadn't really thought that a woman her age could have legs as strong 
as this until now. Incredible skull-splitting power surged in feminine 
columns of steel either side of my head. Devastating pain shot through 
my brain as her powerful thighs clamped down with relentless pressure. 
"This is how I deal with perverts like you" her voice said above the 
pounding of my heart in my ears "I crush them to pulp between my 
powerful legs". I couldn't pry myself free from the awesome grip of her 
legs. No matter how hard I strained, I couldn't budge those curvy 
sculpted columns of might. Dispite the terrible crush upon my head, I 
found my position to be strangely alluring. 
 
"Yesterday I caught the paperboy looking down my cleavage" her voice 
said "he didn't last long between my legs. Crying and blubbing like a 
baby he was. Are you going to start crying pervert ?". Through blurred 
eyes, I saw her support herself on her arms and straighten her body. An 
awful surge of power raged around my trapped head and I screamed aloud 
as my head span as if it were caught in a tornado. Lights flashed in 
front of my eyes, my ears buzzed, I couldn't take much more of this. 
 
I've got to get out of here, the woman's crazy, she's going to kill me, 
I couldn't let this happen. She was only a small old lady, I must have 
the greater bodyweight. Surely I could do something and quick, my head 
was spinning faster and faster towards oblivion. Trying to ignore the 
awesome power crushing down upon my head, I managed to get myself into a 
crouch then channelling my rapidly dwindling strength into my legs I 
pushed body lurched away from the sofa. I felt a slight give in her legs 
which she quickly tried to correct. 
 
I felt myself starting to slip under. Concentrate Priest!, come on, one 
last go. With the last burst of energy I could muster, I pushed myself 
away hard. I found myself sprawling across the floor as I pulled my 
captor off her seat, dumping her unceremonious onto the floor. She 
landed with a bump losing her grip enough for me to slip my neck down to 
her calves. 
 
She tried to lock her ankles together to prevent me from escaping, but I 
stopped her. Raising myself to my knees, I threw myself towards her 
body. Pressing myself against the back of her legs, I managed to pin her 
head and shoulders to the floor with her legs bent right back so that 
she was almost bent double. Remarkably she didn't seem in any way 
discomforted, she must be incredibly flexible for her age. She struggled 
but I had the greater bodyweight and prevented her from escaping. 
 
With her calves on my shoulders, I looked down at the face of an 
attractive yet ageing woman "I don't like being attacked by silly old 
women. Who do you work for?". "You're aching for it, pervert. I can feel 
you" she accused. Actually she was right, pressing up against the backs 
of her strong legs with her rock hard calves inches below my face was 
exciting enough. The fact that my crotch was pressed hard against her 
pelvis was very sexual indeed. What if someone were to come into the 
room now and find me in this compromising position with an old woman, 
I'd probably get life!. "Do you live her alone?" I asked her urgently as 
thoughts of imprisonment circulated my mind. 
 
She didn't answer, her face tensed with concentration then I felt a 
surge of power as her body and legs straightened like a coiled spring 
being released from tension. There was a tremendous feeling of raw 
muscular energy as my body was lifted and flung through the air half way 
across the room as her strong legs pushed their way in an instant 
through 180 degrees. I landed awkwardly on my back, catching my elbow on 
the carpeted floor. Damn! Hell! the tingling of my funny bone really p'd 
me off. 
 
Across the other side of the room I saw Jean throw her body back onto 
her shoulders and then, without using her hands, propel herself forward 
and up to land on her feet with her legs astride and her skirt tensioned 
tight. Oh my word, what a woman !, what have I got myself into I thought 
to myself. I scrabbled quickly to my feet to face her. 
 
The woman moved to the dividing wall as I approached her. In one quick 
move she placed both hands on one of the waist high walls, and vaulted 
her body up into the air, kicking her legs forward. Her stilettos 
hammered hard into my chest, twin points of sharp agony nailed into my 
body. I staggered back under the impact into the dining table. 
 
"Bitch!" I swore nursing my chest "that bloody well hurt". "It was meant 
to" she sneered walking towards me "the more you fight back, the more 
pain I will inflict upon your pathetic male body". I'm not a violent 
man, I don't like hitting anyone let alone a mature woman, but this 
woman was obviously dangerous. Knowing that I was going to be ashamed at 
what I had to do, I stepped forward and drove my fist right into the old 
lady's stomach. 
 
"Wooorpph" she doubled in agony. I grabbed hold of her around her neck 
and got behind her trying to control her struggles. "I'm sorry Jean but 
I had to stop you" I apologised "look lets all calm down and talk about 
this sensibly". Jean said nothing, she threw her body back against me 
raising her feet off the ground. Throwing herself forward again, she 
planted her feet and bent at the waist. I felt her backside thrust into 
my crotch and then I was flying over her back, tumbling head over heels 
to slam into the carpet. 
 
"I may be 63 but I'm more than a match for you" she told gazing down at 
me. She raised her foot menacingly then I looked on in horror as a 
stiletto heel came plummeting towards my face. I rolled out of the way 
just in time and scrambled to my feet. Jean moved towards me. I tried to 
grab her hand but she reversed my hold, turned around swinging my arm in 
an overhead arc. My body was forced to somersault in the air and once 
more my back renewed its acquaintance with the floor. 
 
A foot was shoved into my face. "Kiss my foot, pervert" she instructed. 
"Sod you" I retorted, as I've already told you, I'm not into foot 
worship. Grabbing the foot off my face I turned onto my stomach, reached 
out for her other foot and pulled. Down she came in an undignified heap 
to land on her backside. 
 
Holding her legs I got up and tried to force her onto her back. However 
she struggled and squirmed managing to get a foot free with which she 
immediately started to kick me. Ever been kicked by a woman wearing 
stiletto heels ?, well it blooming well hurts. I immediately let go of 
her other foot to get out of her range. 
 
She got to her feet. I moved in once more to try and restrain her. 
Moving with my motion, she grabbed my collar with both hands and started 
to fall back pulling me down as well. As I fell she planted her right 
foot in my stomach and stretched her leg straight. My body was thrown 
high over her body flying in an arc almost half way along the room 
before landing heavily on my back. 
 
Looking back I saw her once more get to her feet by throwing her body 
back onto her head and shoulders then pushing herself forward onto her 
feet. "You're out of your depth, pervert. This old lady is a skilled 
fighter and you are hopeless" she told me. Standing with her legs 
astride she ran her hands over the contours of her body "All this femdom 
clothes aren't for show, pervert. I don't need whips and chains to 
dominate a man. When I dominate a man, he stays dominated". 
 
All this being thrown about was wearing me out. Wearily I began to get 
to my feet to face her again. The next thing I knew was that this petite 
PVC clad mature amazon was colliding with mine. We fell to the ground 
struggling for dominance. I grabbed her flailing arms and strained to 
press them to the ground either side of her head. Yes! did it "you're no 
match for me old woman" I taunted. My elation was premature, Jean 
squirmed and twisted under me managing to bring a leg through between 
our wrestling bodies. I leaned forward to pin her more firmly then I 
felt her legs wrap themselves around my middle, then lock tight in a 
brutal scissors. Like a snake, the she-devil wrapped her huge legs about 
my waist and crushed me. 
 
"Meet the instruments of your destruction, pervert" Jean said "I'm going 
to crush you senseless". I had to let go of her hands in order to try 
and prise her legs apart. "Urghh" I grunted as gripped her bulging 
thighs trying desperately to relieve the strain as her scissors cut deep 
into my middle. My efforts were useless, they couldn't be budged an 
inch. "What's wrong ?, is a little old woman hurting you?" she sneered. 
I found it difficult to breathe as her legs of steel squashed my 
innards. It felt as if I was being cut in two. Her legs were held tight 
like two columns of living iron as she applied her powerful vice. 
"Please Jean no" I begged. "Mistress to you" she retorted. I gasped 
loudly as a surge of power increased the pressure around my middle. I 
looked down to see powerful thigh muscles standing out like smooth but 
solid rocks down her legs, shining sexily with the sheen of stretched 
black nylon. 
 
She flexed her thighs once more and I felt and saw my hands visible move 
outwards as her muscles expanded. I had a strong sexual desire for this 
marvellous old woman who could dominate me so completely between her 
powerful thighs. I pulled myself as close as I could to her and ran my 
hands over her thrusting PVC covered breasts. "Please mistress please no 
more" I pleaded "you're too much for me to handle". "You've got that 
right, you weakling" she laughed, the first time I ever saw her face in 
anything but a glare. I stared kissing her breasts hoping for some 
mercy. My efforts were rewarded with a tightening of her thighs. Her 
legs were as powerful as a stallions. "Arghhhh noo please" I beat in 
vain as her mighty thighs crushed me. 
 
I tried to pull my body away from her, but I was stuck fast. The ruinous 
scissors continued. In despair, I began beating on her breasts, the look 
of anger on her face was terrifying but I was desperate to get out of 
those legs. Finally my blows must have had some effect because she 
opened her legs to release me. 
 
I quickly rolled out from between her thighs and tried to get to my 
knees to put some distance between us while I recovered. Suddendly her 
legs came around from behind me, encircling my waist pulling me back to 
the floor. With my trapped in the crook of her leg, she locked her 
ankles and squeezed tight. "How dare you hit an old lady. I'm really 
going to make you suffer for that" she told me as she leaned back and 
increased the pressure. My insides were burning, she was squeezing so 
tight that it was restricting my breathing. I reached out and grabbed 
uselessly at her calves but they were locked tight. The feel of her rock 
hard double diamond calves was too exciting too resist. 
 
My hands must have lingered too long on her calves, her thighs moved 
closer together another inch, robbing me of breath. I felt so spent and 
I was getting weaker all the time. I sensed her raising herself on her 
arms and straightening her legs. I gasped in agony as her steel-like 
legs cut into my body. Suddendly the pressure was gone, I fell forward 
and just lay there trying to regain my breathe. 
 
A weight descended upon my back. My hair was jerked back and a nylon-
clad calve slid under my neck. The back of her thigh came down upon the 
back of my head, trapping my neck in the crook of her leg in a choking 
hold. I tried to push myself up but her other leg came across to kneel 
on my shoulder pinning me down. "You should learn to mind your own 
business Mister Priest" her voice said "that way you wouldn't get hurt". 
She was choking me, cutting off my air. I couldn't move my shoulders, 
she was pinning them. My legs!,. I could move my legs. Bringing myself 
onto my knees, my back sloped down towards my head. Jean had difficulty 
keeping on the hold. Well I would make things more difficult for her. I 
started to raise my body from the waist end up and down trying to unseat 
her. 
 
Finally it worked and she slid off to one side. I tried to roll away 
from her, but her arm came around my neck from behind and pulled me into 
a headlock. When I saw her legs coming around my body I panicked. I 
slammed my elbow back hard catching Jean in the stomach. "Worppp" the 
air rushed out of her. 
 
I decided to give her a headlock of my own. Getting behind the winded 
woman I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her head against my 
chest. "Right you old bitch. It's time you started talking" I shouted. 
She raised her body up with her legs astride like a human table and 
began squirming around. Actually it was quite sexy, her PVC dress was 
tight and rode up high. Her nylon-sheathed thighs and calves rippled as 
she moved her body with her legs wide apart around trying to break my 
hold, but I held on. "It's no use Grandma, you've met your match" I said 
tightening my arm. 
 
Her face was turning bright red but she still wouldn't give up. Then she 
let herself bend in the middle and suddendly she was flying backwards 
over my head!. The motion wrenched her head out from under my arms. Her 
legs shot out around my head from behind and the captor was now the 
captured. 
 
Pulling me down to the ground and laying behind me, my head and neck 
were trapped between her muscled thighs. I raised my hands to try and 
prise her legs open but she grabbed them and pulled them back hard while 
she increases the pain. "I like it when they fight back. It means I can 
really pour it on" she said tensing her thighs of steel. I could see the 
deep cuts and hard slabs of man-crushing power out of the corner of my 
eye as the awful pressure increased on my battered head. "Plea-s-e" I 
begged. "No mercy for perverts like you" came the reply as she crushed 
me. 
 
"Arhghhh" I had to yell as the pressure increased to  neck snapping, 
skull busting intensity. "You are totally at my mercy now, pervert". Her 
legs swung rapidly from one side to the other flinging my trapped head 
about like a kite in a gale. "I am in complete and utter control". She 
was right, I was completely helpless and too shook up to resist. 
 
The pressure rose unbearably as she let go of my hands and raised her 
body onto her arms then stretched out. "Let's play big Ben, pervert" 
Slowly she started to move around in a circle, my trapped head the 
pivot, her strong legs the hands of the clock. I was forced to shuffle 
my body around to counter her motion and the added pain as she twisted 
my neck. She was toying with me. She stopped occasionally to slam my 
head from one side to the other, then continued to walk the circle 
around me. 
 
Then she stopped, eased off fractionally so she slide around to the side 
of me to scissor the front and back off my neck then she squeezed tight. 
"Well it's been fun, pervert, but all good things must come to an end" 
she told me. Her thighs turned rock hard as I tried in vain to stop her 
crushing my throat. Her muscular legs bulged with raw power as she 
squeezed. My head span wildly as her strong legs cut off my oxygen in a 
vice-like grip. Frantically wanting to breathe I tried to tug at her 
legs but they would not move. My vision began to blur and I tried to 
wriggle and struggle to free myself, but this only burned up my valuable 
oxygen. I cried out to the gods, but none answered. The she-beast was 
too much for me and she crushed me into defeat. Inevidentably I passed 
out. 
 
I came around some time later to find Jean towering over me in those 
stiletto heels with her powerful legs astride and her hands on her hips. 
"Worship your mistress, pervert" she ordered. I obeyed, after what she 
had done to me she was worthy of worship. Starting at her feet, I kissed 
and caressed her mighty legs working my way slowly up to her crotch. By 
the time I got there, I was so aroused that I begged and pleaded for her 
to let me make love to her but she refused. "Real mistresses don't 
satisfy the sexual cravings of perverts like you. Get on with your 
worship". I continued to worship her, caressing and kissing her body, 
especially her chest and legs. 
 
"This is boring, get where you belong" she pointed to her crotch. 
Willingly I moved to where she had indicated. She grabbed the back of my 
head and shoved my face pressed firmly against her crotch. Then her 
thighs closed tight and held me there for a long time. I heard her moan 
and was aware of an increase in her musky aroma. Dispite not being able 
to breathe easily, I didn't offer any resistance, I was too aroused, I 
enjoyed being pressed against the crotch of my mistress, hoping she 
would change her mind and let me worship her with my body properly. 
 
"I'm going to bed now and when I wake up you better be gone" she told me 
then squeezed down. Once more I felt the awful pressure as her powerful 
thighs crushed my skull. In spite of the pain sheering through my head, 
I was so turned on by the dominance of this woman that I came before the 
darkness finally enveloped me. 
*** 
The Prince stood on the balcony looking out at the reflections of the 
moon on the lake down below. He needed a break from that stuffy ball 
some aristo had organised, some fresh air would clear his head. 
 
He heard the doors open behind him and turned to glare at whoever it was 
that dared to intrude upon his solitude. In walked a smartly dressed 
mature woman. She was in her late forties or early fifties, her face was 
fierce and frightening - piercing grey eyes, a large savage face with 
hanging jowls, wrinkles and creases, a large nose and a fierce mouth 
framed by a curly short mane of blonde/near white hair. She wore a white 
blouse over a medium sized body with quite large breasts, standing 5'8" 
with a smart grey knee- length and black high heels. The sheen of her 
sheer black nylons covering her shins reflected the moonlight. His 
bodyguards standing silently at the either side of the door moved 
forward. One blocked her path by standing in front of the woman while 
the other moved to her side. "The Prince doesn't want to be disturbed" 
one told her. 
 
In the blink of an eye, the woman jumped on her left leg, her skirt 
billowing up giving a flash of stocking top as she delivered a lightning 
fast kick to the man in front of her, he fell back with a broken neck. 
Before the other bodyguard could react, she had jumped to her other foot 
and her strong shapely left leg smashed her foot deep into his stomach. 
The man's body hurtled across the balcony, landing hard on the floor 
some distance away. 
 
Badly winded, the bodyguard looked on helplessly as she approached the 
Prince. "P-P-Please leave me alone" he stuttered too petrified to move. 
"I'm not going to hurt you" the woman told him softly as she walked up 
to him. Grabbing his arm, she bent it into an armlock with one hand on 
his shoulder and forced him to the ground. 
 
The bodyguard looked on as the woman knelt astride the Prince's legs, 
moved her hand to his crotch and started kneading the front of his 
trousers where his manhood was. "I'm going to be your Mistress" the 
woman said. From his position, the bodyguard could only see the woman's 
broad back and ample backside as she sat astride the Prince, but the way 
he was softly moaning made it obvious what she was doing. 
 
"Ohhhh magnificent" the Prince moaned, torso arching back and forth as 
his moans got loader. "You will make me your Queen" she told him "you 
don't need that silly dolly bird do you lover?". "No no no" the Prince 
moaned. "You need a real woman, don't you?". "Oh yes yes". The bodyguard 
could see the Prince rubbing his hands up and down the woman's thighs, 
revealing stockings and suspenders covering strong looking legs. 
 
The woman worked his bulge expertly eliciting louder and louder moans of 
pleasure. The bodyguard began to wish he was in the Prince's place, she 
must be amazing, she had been working him for over half an hour yet he 
still hadn't come. The Prince was now moaning and begging for 
release.The old dragon leant forward to whisper something in the 
Prince's ear and then sat back. "Oh please please, anything you say. I 
love you, I love you. I'd do anything for you. Please" the Prince begged 
pathetically. "Nghhh nghgh nghhh nnghh" his torso rocked back 
rhythmically, the woman still massaging him "nnghh nnhghh ohhhhh god god 
ohhhhh". The bodyguard was amazed, the Prince's release seemed to be 
going on for ages. "What a woman" he thought in envy and let a moan 
himself. 
 
Finally the spasms ceased and the woman got up. "We will be seeing a lot 
more of each other from now on, lover" she said and turned to walk over 
to the bodyguard. He tried to crawl underneath a wooden coffee table 
that was behind him. "Hai!" Her hand slashed down in a blur of motion 
smashing the table to pieces. He cried in fear as the woman raised her 
foot and hammered it down hard upon his throat, crushing his larynx and 
then grinding her heel.