The Case of the Jujitsuffragette: The Mistress of the Workhouse
By Jimp
Victorian detective gets an introduction to female martial arts and dominance


(c)Jim P 2014

Part 3: The Mistress of the Workhouse

10th May 1897

I wasn't sure what to tell the chief. Admission of my attendance at an illegal
fist-fight would finish my career. In addition, I could not stop thinking
sinful thoughts about Mrs. Watson-Smythe all weekend. The severe-looking tall
shapely college Governess filled my memories. My strange arousal relived how
she had so utterly defeated her male opponent. In particular the moments of
amazing flexibility and athleticism when she kicked with her legs while
wearing a long skirt with great height and power replayed over and over in my
mind with high arousal. Remembering the devastation wrought by her powerful
knee caused me to spill my seed many times. I was truly ill and besotted in a
manner most evil towards a married woman much older than myself. So much so
that I considered informing my superior that I had been mistaken about the
woman and that she was not under suspicion. However, my conscious would not
let me tell a lie and I simply did not mention her name.

Fortunately he did not seem too interested in the details as if he were trying
to forget the embarrassing incidents that began this case. I informed him that
I had uncovered information that led me to believe that the elderly female
assailant who caused so much distress to our fellow Police officers by
throwing them around like toys, in fact worked at the workhouse at
Whitechapel. The chief interrupted me at that point. "Which workhouse? There
are several in and around that area. Whitechapel Union have several buildings,
the newish workhouse is in South Grove and that is adjacent to the swanky City
of London workhouse in Bow Road. The old one in Charles Street is now the
infirmary". I had to admit that I did not know and would include this in my
preparatory work.

He told me that it was imperative to observe the woman and identify any female
associates to which she might be passing on this obscene fighting knowledge. I
had not given this much thought and on the spur of the moment told him that I
intended to enter the premises disguised as an inmate to assess her guilt and
her associates. His brow creased with concern "Have you ever been inside a
workhouse?" I admitted I had not. "I have on several occasions in pursuit of a
felon. Do not take this task lightly. Even as a visitor it was hellish enough,
but to purposely become resident" He paused to let that sink in before he
continued. He looked me up and down. "That is if they admit you for you are
far too decent and healthy. They have very strict rules on who gets in, you
know" he paused for thought. "And once inside, how would you gain your release
once your reconnaissance has been completed? No, you need to go away and think
this through. Speak with Stinky Johnston, he is always working with the down
and outs to get information".

11th May 1897

I spent the day with the City of London Union looking through their staff
records. Very wealthy, they made it plain that they did not welcome my
presence. It was only back in March that the Guardians were exposed in a
scandal over the lavish refreshments served at their board meetings and
subsided by the rate payer that more resembled upper-class four-course
banquets in earshot of the inmates. I think they suspected I was further
investigating them. The records showed that they had built a palatial building
costing over o55,000 to construct featuring central heating, a huge
dining-hall, marble pillars and boasting a chapel with stained glass windows
and an organ. Yet despite this they only had room for those deemed sick and
helpless. Those with fair health would be refused admittance. A review of the
staff records threw up nothing of note. So I departed empty-handed and to the
visible relief of the Guardians.

11th May 1897

A visit to the Whitechapel Poor Law Union was more fruitful. They had erected
a new workhouse in 1872 the one in Charles Street now the infirmary. Viewing
the list of the administrative staff immediately threw up an anomaly. Most
said facilities were overseen by a Master responsible for reporting to the
board of Guardians and for the supervision of the male inmates. The Matron
sometimes known as the Mistress was his deputy and responsible for the welfare
of the female inmates and the domestic arrangements. The Master held the post
for life, unless he resigned or became incapable of discharging his duties.
The latter would include the case where Master and Matron were a married
couple and she passed away, resigned or was dismissed. Beneath these two were
a range of other staff members such as chaplain, schoolteacher, medical
officer, nurse, porter, labour master, cook, fireman and so on. I was
therefore perplexed to see at the top of the list beneath the Master and
Matron another role called Mistress to which the board seemed too embarrassed
to explain to my satisfaction. Looking at her details gave me a shock for she
was 75 years of age, an age when she should have been put into retirement long
ago. Her name was listed as Mrs. Regina Wendover-Thompson (widow). I felt
certain that this was my suspect.

18th May 1897

After a week being prepared by Stinky Johnston, I felt I was ready for the
next part of my investigation. Surviving on only bread and water and
exercising, I lost weight and looked more malnourished as would befit my
story. Not bathing was bad enough but Johnston had smeared me with filth and
dressed me in old torn thread-bare clothes. He had also tried to educate me in
how to speak like a down and out, insisting that I do so all week even when at
home and off-duty so that I got into the habit of speaking like that.

19 May 1897

In my disguise I met with the Relieving Officer for an interview to establish
my circumstances. My story being that I had been out of work for so long that
I was destitute. He did not seem too impressed.

24th May 1987

The Chief has arranged for the board of Guardians to authorise my application
at their weekly meeting.

25th May 1897

I made my way on foot to Mile End Road and South Grove. It is an intimidating
grey institutional building with an entrance block facing onto South Grove.
Through the entrance archway there are two receiving wards to each side, one
for each sex. Beyond was the main courtyard in front of a three-storey
administration block. Entering, I underwent the first of many degrading
experiences. First the medical officer examined me to check on my health and
to ensure I had no infectious illness. There was then a very extensive
laborious process during which the Master ensured with great meticulous
precision that all the necessary paperwork had been completed. Following that
I was stripped and bathed in a tin bath. I was then issued with a workhouse
uniform while my own clothes were taken away to be washed and fumigated. These
were put in storage along with my possessions which to my alarm included a
notepad that I had intended to use as a temporary diary. Therefore please
forgive me as these writings are from my memory after the event as best as I
can recall them.

The Master led me to cold dismal room with white-washed walls and a grey
concrete floor. There was a single window with frosted pane and vertical metal
bars. There was no furnishing of any kind. Just a plain rectangular room with
a door at opposing ends. "Wait here to receive further instruction" he told me
then left by the door which we had entered. I heard the turn of a key in the
lock and realised for the first time how alone and completely cut-off from the
outside world I was and began to have misgivings about the wisdom of my
choice. For many long minutes I was left alone in that room before I heard the
approach of someone behind the opposite door then the sound of a key in the
lock.

The door opened and in strode with an air of stuffy arrogance and
self-assessed superiority, a formidable looking elderly woman of at least 6
foot in height. My first impression was of a fiercely strict old battleaxe of
sour disposition and a face to match. The resemblance to Mrs. Watson-Smythe
was unmistakable with the same long thin oval face, sleek nose small
thin-lipped mouth except that this woman's features were more craggy and
stony-faced. As with Victoria, her cold air of authority was enhanced by her
small hawk-like grey eyes staring out from over the top of a pair of
spectacles. She wore an unusual white blouse of soft silken appearance.
Instead of being buttoned up vertically in the front, it had a diagonal flap
starting upon her right hip and going across the front of her body to her left
shoulder. It seemed to be of a wrap-around fashion that reminded me of
pictures I had seen of oriental women. It was plain, simple with no
ornamentation, coming fully and tightly to the neck pinned together by a large
broach of peculiar design. It seemed to feature a pagan Goddess with many legs
and arms each carrying a weapon while she danced in a ring of fire. The blouse
shimmered with silken sheen and clung tightly to a breath-taking wide
out-thrust low-hanging slope of full-busted womanhood of magnificent
proportion. It created an unnerving tightening in my groin and although I knew
I was staring at that sensational cliff of feminity I had difficulty averting
my gaze. Overall her figure was quite plump yet tightly corseted to give it a
pleasing hour-glass figure. A long black leather skirt fell in a pleated
manner down to the top of black laced ankle boots, yet seemed divided as if
for riding. Silvery grey hair was pulled back behind her ears into a tight
bun.

Her voice when she spoke was harsh and strident. "I am the Mistress. Honour
and obey. That is how you will treat me" She did not allow me time to respond.
"You are not allowed to smoke inside or outside near to the building and you
may not indulge in a cup of tea other than at half-past six o'clock morning
and night. At which time you will also receive a small hunch of bread with
butter scraped over the surface along with a mug of that corrupting brew which
is so dear to your heart and liver. As one of the younger men, you will never
go out nor receive a visitor" My heart sank for how I was I to communicate
with The Yard to gain my release once my task was done. "You will take a
little gruel morning and night, and meat twice a week that is all the
sustenance you require along with hard work and plenty of discipline which I
will administer". "But you are a woman!" I exclaimed in shock forgetting to
feign my subservience "Only the Master and his male staff should administer
the male inmates". I fell silent as the old dragon glared at me with such
ferocity that it chilled my blood. "You will not speak unless I ask you a
question or give you leave. My name is Regina but you will only address me as
'Mistress'. I spent many decades in India and the Far East where I developed
the skills required to instil a firm hand among lazy vagabonds such as
yourself who seek to scrounge off society. I was Matron here for many years
until my husband who was Master, passed away. I insisted I stay on which the
board agreed with once the new Master and Matron proved incapable of
maintaining the high levels of discipline that I had created here in one of
the worse areas of humanity".

As she studied me with her steely gaze, I felt belittled as if a school boy in
front of the headmistress. She had such a calm arrogance and air of supreme
confidence in her authority that I found her fierce old appearance to be
strangely stimulating. "You are thinking how a lady in her Seventies can
possibly control a strong young man such as yourself" she spoke with a haughty
air of assumption that rankled me. All of a sudden she stepped towards me,
seized my right wrist with her left hand and pulled it against her ample
bosom. Pressing forward with her chest, my hand sank between two very large
soft mounds until it was deeply lodged in the deep crease formed by her
strange blouse in-between. A rapid tingling spread over my groin at this
intimate physical contact with a woman, no matter what her years. Any erotic
thoughts were quickly dispelled as she used the base of her chest to bend back
my hand sharply at the wrist. "Argh Argh!" I yelped at the sharp pain shooting
through my wrist and up my forearm. The old woman then clamped her other hand
upon the back of my elbow and twisted it hard towards my left. "Argh!" I cried
in pain as I was forced to bend my knees and lean to my left as she twisted my
arm. "Argh argh argh!" I yelped shocked at how helpless I was as she pressed
her hand upon the back of my elbow forcing me to bend my knees before her.
"Down on your knees, boy. I could break your wrist and elbow in an instant. Do
as I say" she spoke in such a cold commanding stern voice that I felt my
manhood stiffen. I had no choice, I could feel the bones in my elbow stress to
surely what must be near breaking point. As I knelt the old woman crouched
forcing my face towards the floor. Bowing my arm backwards unnaturally, I felt
the tears of pain and humiliation well up in my eyes as she forced my face
down onto the concrete floor. Whereupon she suddenly moved backwards forcing
me to lie flat out upon my stomach before her with my face pressed upon the
hard cold floor.

"Submit to my authority or I will break you this instant" the stern old woman
demanded. Although I had seen Victoria display her incredible pugilistic
skills a few weeks earlier, I had never really expected to be physically
overpowered so easily by her elderly mother. "I submit I submit!" I cried as
she twisted around to kneel by my side while cruelly bending my arm behind my
back. That my hand was still pressed against her voluminous bosom was a
constant reminder of the sex of the person who had subdued me so quickly. That
I knew that my hand was bent back using a strangely erotic form of wrist-lock
was little comfort. "Please! Please no more" I begged as the fierce old lady
maintained the cruel hold upon my arm. That she ignored me deliberately I had
no doubt. "Let there be no doubt in your mind that I am truly Mistress in this
workhouse and disobedience will only result in severe discipline. I told you
the correct form of address. Use it or suffer a broken arm". Shocked to
experience for the first time in my life physical domination at the hands of a
woman, I was embarrassed to find my manhood stiffening against the floor.
Strangely I was only to willing to comply with such strong feelings that I had
never experienced before. "Please Mistress. Please, I submit to your
authority" my voice sounded weak and pathetic.

She did not release me but bent my arm back over her knee until I was
screaming in agony. "Argh please please Mistress mercy" I begged, my arm
feeling as if it would break at any moment. "Who is your Mistress?" her voice
was so strident and strong that my manhood lurched. "Arghh aragh you are, you
are" I cried as a sharp twist of my wrist made me fear that it would snap my
hand right off. "Now crawl around me upon your belly like the worthless worm
that you are" her voice was strident and commanding, full of authority. The
very next instant she twisted my hand right around and pressed her knee into
the back of my elbow bending my arm back the wrong way. "Argh argh!" I cried
as lances of white-hot pain radiated from my elbow joint while I imagined the
bones grinding. "Move or I'll break it right off" with no choice I began to
crawl around her upon my belly. For the most part the grey-haired lady just
knelt there, immobile as her cruel arms forced me in an agonising circle about
her. Occasionally she would shift her stance with the minimum of effort to
force me to complete a circuit of her long black skirt and pristinely polished
black leather ankle boots.

Never had I been so physically humiliated and unable to do anything about the
matter. That an old woman had such dominance over me was unthinkable yet very
exciting. As I crawled around her in a circle facing her at all times she
stressed my arm and wrist continually. "Never forget this. If I say jump, you
will jump. If I say scrub the toilets you will do so without question. In here
I control your body and your mind. Do not even think of disobeying or
resisting me for I am too powerful for you and can hurt you severely or even
fatally. Do you understand?" "Yes yes oh Mistress" I plead. Never had I been
so hopelessly overpowered and certainly never by a woman. The old woman
lowered my tortured wrist to the floor then pressed upon the back of my elbow
forcing me flat upon the ground. The side of my face was forcibly pressed
against the cold hard concrete. "Get used to your position in life within
these walls for you are the lowest of the low and I am your Goddess, your
Mistress while you remain under this roof, it is I who you will worship and
obey in all things". Her voice was strong and fierce that my manhood throbbed
against the cold hard floor as she kept me in that position for many minutes.
She was indeed a fearsome old woman with knowledge of the physical submission
of men. Whereas I had become aroused watching Victoria's sound thrashing of
another man, I was now experiencing first hand the power of a fighting woman
and it greatly aroused me several orders of magnitude more. So much so that
when at long last she deigned to release me, I got to my feet with no where to
conceal my shame. The Mistress stared firmly with sour expression at me. "As
the aunties say in India, a hard man is good to find" she remarked without
even the barest hint of amusement. For my part it was not until later that I
understood her comment.

As I stood before the stern-faced grey-haired woman, doubt entered my mind. I
understood about wrist locks and arm locks and knew that was what she had
applied to me so effectively. Although it was unheard of for a woman to be
trained in such knowledge. Had this just been some wrestling trick the old
woman had learnt, as unusual as it might be for the middle classes. I felt a
strange excitement temped to test her to see if this was that Juey-Jutsu of
which the Chief's army friend spoke. "You will wait here for the Master to
show you to your cell" with that she turned to go. As she did I reached out to
place my hand upon her broad shoulder. "Wait please" was all I managed to say
before the old woman leant away from me causing me to stretch further forward.
Suddenly there was movement in the long black skirt then the sole of her boot
smashed just below my left kneecap. BAM! "Ouch!" I yelped as my leg buckled
almost giving way at the knee. The strict authoritative woman seized my wrist
with one hand and bent back my hand with the other then gave it a sharp twist
forcing the palm away from me. "Arggh Arghhh!" I yelped in agony, my feet and
legs writhing in an uncontrollable dance of discomfort as this simple motion
had forced my elbow up into the air with the forearm sloping down while my
hand was bent back double beneath towards me. "Arghh Arghh" I cried as sharp
pains lanced through the bones of my arm.

"How dare you lay hands upon me!" she growled. She kept me helpless in that
position with every bone, tendon, nerve and joint in my arm screaming in pain.
"Argh argh! I'm sorry I'm sorry" I yelped in agony, my feet performing a dance
of pain while my manhood throbbed stiffly. That she was old enough to be my
grandmother or looked like a very strict school-teacher was no comfort. Her
massive bust-line thrust forwards towards me like double-pointed
heavily-leaden pillows reminding me that this cultured grey-hair person
immobilising my arm so painfully was unquestionable a woman. "Will you men
never learn" she grumbled to herself while punishing me in that gruelling
hold. My man-shaft was getting ever harder the longer she dominated me like
this. "Argh! Please Mistress. I'm sorry" I pleaded desperate for my arm to be
released and the bone grinding, joint stressing torture to end. "It's much too
late for that boy" she growled coldly like a school-teacher disciplining a
misbehaving child.

Suddenly she turned her side to me while still holding my hand bent. "Hai!"
she gave a loud unladylike shout which made me jump as she sharply drove back
the point of her elbow into my sternum. WHOP! "Nuuurghh!" I groaned in low
slow manner trying to overcome the pressure I felt in the centre of my
ribcage, shocked that the old woman had hit me. Re-seizing my hand with both
of hers she turned her back to me while swinging down my painful captive arm
in a forward arc. "Argh!" the sudden stress upon my bent-double arm made me
cry out in terrible pain as it was flipped forwards and downwards. To my shock
and horror the cartwheel motion of my arm caused the rest of my body to
follow. In a terrible flash of time my feet left the floor as my body jerked
into the air with my backside rising towards the ceiling at the same time as
my head descended towards the floor. The room rolled around me in dizzying
fashion as I rotated rapidly around my arm going completely head over heels by
the old woman's side. In that brief split-second I realised that I was falling
no longer in control of my own body. The floor rushed towards me too fast to
scream. At the last moment my body had rotated presenting my back to the
floor. BLAM! "Urrrppph!" the impact of the hard concrete floor upon my back
knocked some of the wind from me. As I lay there fighting for breath, I
realised that the old woman still had hold of my hand which was now mercifully
unbent and straight. She had thrown me! I had been thrown by a woman! I had
been thrown by an elderly woman! I could barely believe it. The stories were
true! A cultured middle-class woman really was capable of throwing a fully
grown man.

She looked down at me with a powerful air of institutional authority, her
immense bosom and dominant power teasing my man-shaft with wanton desire.
"Once again you did not use the proper address. For that you will be
punished". She cruelly bent back my wrist once more and leveraged my elbow
giving me no choice but to rise or risk a broken arm. Once again the feeling
of utter helplessness as this stern-faced old woman controlled me however she
wished was overwhelming. Yet as my face became level with the strange
wrap-around silken blouse tightly stretched over her wide full, low-hanging
breasts, the sense of her femininity suffused me making my manhood as stiff as
an iron rod and throbbing uncontrollably in her presence. No sooner was I
fully standing than she turned her back to me and pulled my arm over her
shoulder then leant forward. My body was pulled forward until I felt her wide
backside press against my groin which made it soar with exceptional desire. In
that moment I understood why Jack had completely disgraced himself when her
daughter had done the same. I nearly lost my own control as my feet left the
ground and my groin travelled quickly up her posterior as the woman lifted me
upon her back. Within a heartbeat I felt my groin leave the contact with the
woman below as my body flew forwards at terrifying speed hurtling head first
towards the floor as my legs spun overhead. KABLAM! "Orrrragh!" The floor took
my breath away painfully as my back slammed into it once more. I looked up
along the length of my arm which was held captive to the large overhanging
sheen of a white silk cliff above me and her stern face looking down at me
with an air of total superiority that made the pressure in my testicles soar
to painful levels. Her small thin mouth moved and said just one word "Beg".
"Orrrrr orrrr nnnngghh nnghhh" I lost complete control groaning and moaning as
the most intense experience overtook me and I totally shamed myself at the
feet of the dominant old woman. A tight smile of satisfaction crept upon her
lips "That will do nicely".

Alone with my shame, the Master eventually came to collect me. If he noticed
the damp patch slowly drying on the front of my trousers, he thankfully did
not comment. Upon each side of a three-storey administration block there was a
like-wise high dormitory block, women to the north and men to the south.
However these were for the aged and infirm. As a healthy young man, I was led
to a smaller three-story building along the southern boundary. Next to this
was the engineering workshop and bakery. I was informed that a similar
dormitory for healthy women was located on the northern boundary, not that I
would ever see it for the sexes were strictly segregated such that a man would
never see wife nor daughter except from across the room at meal times. Inside,
the accommodation comprised of a large number of small dormitories of around
15 feet by 10 feet each into which 8 inmates slept in four double beds of
crude iron construction with a communal chamberpot. Upon either side of the
dormitories was a long corridor along which the night warden would patrol with
no doors to protect our privacy. Following an meagre crude meal and prayers we
were shown early to bed. I could not get to sleep for it was a strange
depressing place, a strange bed with a strange bedfellow. Also I could not get
the image of Mistress Regina throwing me around like a rag-doll out of my
mind. Rather than the frightening image that the Chief had portrayed, I found
the experience with the old woman highly exhilarating and erotic. I dreamt
that the old grey-haired disciplinarian tossed me around the room over and
over with just the painful flick of a captive wrist as casually and
effortlessly as throwing away a scrunged up ball of paper. Sometimes she would
pull my over her shoulder and lean forwards then I would remember the
lingering contact of my erect trouser-sword against her ample backside before
she sent me hurtling over her shoulder to my doom. So arousing were these
dreams that several times I had to wake myself in case I messed myself in bed.

My sinful dreams were interrupted by the sound of someone entering the dorm.
At first I thought it was the night warden come to check up on us. Then I
heard strange moans as if of pleasure coming from one of my cell-mates. Was
the night-warden conducting some kind of deviant behaviour upon his charges.
If he tried it with me he would find a fist in the mouth and hang the
consequences. I sensed a figure in the dark approach my side of the bed. With
alarm I felt the thin blanket lifted from my waist and a hand stole to my
genitals. No sooner than I had clenched my fist to strike the molester when
fingers jabbed into the crook of my arm. To my horror a cold paralysis crept
up my arm preventing me from defending myself. As the hand wrapped itself
around my shaft I felt a breath upon my ear. "I am your Mistress. Your body is
mine to control" a female voice whispered softly in my ear. It was the old
lady. I am sorry to say that my manhood was stiff from the thoughts of what
she had done to me earlier and in her warm hands it stiffened further. "This
will not do at all" she whispered then her hand began to slide up and down my
shaft. "We're not married" I gasped but she just shushed soothingly in my ear.
"Shhhh! Dear one. You see how I can give reward as well as discipline" she
whispered. I gasped as a warm wet tongue gently touched my ear lobe like a
fleeting kiss only moments later for a light lick elsewhere around my ear.
These fleeting sensations further ignited my rising lust into her ever moving
caressing hands. "Orrr so good!" I moaned softly unable to resist succumbing
to the arousing sensations as her tongue began to tantalise the side of my
face and neck with brief licks that excited the nerves. My shaft grew rapidly
in her hand while I strained with anticipation of the next touch of her
wondrous tongue. She exhibited such skill that many a lady of the night would
be envious. In the light I may have flinched at the kiss from the old lady but
in the dark she was a tantalising erotic succubus. Her tongue lightly and
briefed touched my lips to begin tracing the outline of my mouth while her
hand got frantically faster. As uncontrolled passion flared inside of me while
my love rod became as tight and hard as I had ever felt it, I could no longer
bear it and put out my own tongue to seek hers. The moment our tongues engaged
pressing against each other the feelings inside of me became too great. I
began to buck my hips uncontrollably and split my seed in hand. "Nnnnnar
nnnnar nnnnar" "Go to sleep now and work hard tomorrow" she whispered then
kissed me gently upon the forehead.

As I lay breathing heavily I could hear her walk around the other dorms with
the occasional moans of other men. When she finally leaves the thought that
she performed such a sinful act on so many men had made my rod hard once more
that I wished that she would return and do it all over again.

26th May 1897

The following day as would the days thereafter began with the bell sounding
for rising at 6 o'clock. An half-hour later we assembled in the communal
dining hall where the Master performed a roll-call of the men and likewise the
Matron for the women. The bell was then rang indicating that we all had to eat
our meal in silence. From 7 o'clock until 12 and from 1 to 6pm was allotted
for work, in my case this was breaking stone that could be sold for
road-mending. It was during this time that I recognised one of the other
inmates who seemed to spend most of his time speaking furtively with his
nearby colleagues between swings of the hammer. "Do you know him, James?"
asked Fred, an amiable young man from my dorm who had the misfortune of being
apprenticed to a tradesman who unexpectedly passed away leaving the lad
destitute. "Yes, his name is Jack a boxer and trouble-maker. I would avoid him
if you could" I replied. The man still bore the physical marks and bruises
from his encounter with the Mistress's daughter. His broken right arm was held
in a sling but his left was strong enough to swing the hammer single-handed.
"I heard he was in a fight with a girl who did that to him" said Fred. "That
was no girl but a middle-aged college governess. Twice" "You was there?" he
asked in awe. I nodded. "Yes but I don't think he would take too kindly of
being reminded of the fact".

The reason for Jack's furtive conversations became apparent when we assembled
in the dining hall for our meal. The meal had not yet been served when Jack
stood up in front of the Master with a good dozen of the roughest vilest men
that you could imagine. He pointed an accusing finger at the Mistress. "It
ain't natural that a woman lords it up over the men and takes advantage of
them at night. The bitch stays out of the men's area from now on" he snarled.
Judging by what she had done to me when I had first arrived I could only guess
what had happened to a macho thug like Jack and that was why he had assembled
a gang so he did not have to face her alone. The Master huffed in indignation.
"Sir. How dare you insult a lady like...Arghh!". Jack's left fist struck the
Master's jaw like a hammer and down he went with one blow.

"Anyone guilty of being abusive to the Master or Mistress shall be punished
with the utmost severity" The Mistress's commanding voice cut through the
confusion of excited voices. She pointed to the floor in front of him "Get
down on your belly now and beg for forgiveness before I put you there myself".
I saw Jack flush with embarrassment before he barked to the others "Get her.
We'll rape her before throwing her out with the rubbish". Sneering arrogantly
Jack and his dozen bullies spread out to surround Mistress Regina who just
stood there looking calm and with a bemused expression. "Is that all you have
got, Jack? You should have gathered a lot more thugs" she teased. "We've got
to help" I urged the other inmates "We can't let them attack a lone woman" but
none of them moved they were either too frightened to get involved with these
big thuggish brutes or looked forward to a bit of entertainment. "Leave her
alone!" I shouted but as I stepped forwards, Fred caught my arm. "Don't Jack.
Don't get involved, it's not worth it". I shook off his hand and went to the
Mistress's aid, although I was nervous of facing such large brutes and did not
know what I was going to do.

Mistress Regina however was unperturbed and seemed to know exactly what to do.
As the men began to move towards her, she reached down to her long black
divided skirt and pulled aside one panel to pin under her wide black belt. The
sight of a cultured woman uncovering her right leg like a wild passionate
native woman of foreign climates was shocking. Clad only with thick black
stockings it arose from slim ankles held aloft by high-heeled ankle boots
curving sensuously with a long sweep to thick sturdy calves from there I felt
ashamed as my eyes followed along a thick strong looking thigh to the top of
her leg and her suspenders. I had to admit the scandalous sight made me stop
to admire her shapely thick legs as it did some of the thugs. "Hai!" a sudden
sharp shout from her lips made me and the men jump. The huge bundle of her
bosom heaved mightily in a most disturbing manner as her uncovered right leg
scythed through the air in a flash. The top of her boot connected with the
side of the nearest thug's neck with a loud solid blow. THUMP! The man's face
snapped to one side, his eyes and teeth clenched and his arms going stiff
before he collapsed to the floor. Swivelling quickly upon her left heel, her
massive endowment lagging behind the rest of her body through it's sheer mass,
she faced the next man who was shocked to inactivity by the unexpected
athleticism of this elderly woman. "HAI!" she shouted again as her knee lifted
and her lower leg snapped upwards like a can-can dancer while the ampleness in
her strange tight white blouse heaved barely restrained by her brassiere. BAM!
The sole of her boot crushed into the man's jaw with incredible speed and
force snapping his head right back over his shoulders so fast that he must
have been knocked out even before he toppled over backwards to the floor.

The next man lunged at her his hand held high to bring down a cosh upon her
head. Showing no fear and looking coldly stern, the elderly cultured lady
raised her left arm to ward off the blow. Seizing his wrist, she knelt quickly
upon one knee, her long black skirt fanning out as her left leg stretched out
as she pulled him forwards making him stumble over her shin. "Woah!" the tough
yelped as with a flick of the wrist from a kneeling position she whipped him
head over heels spinning through the air like a Catherine wheel with
extraordinary speed and power into the hard concrete floor. BERLAM! His back
hit the floor, reared up in pain then screamed as the cold-faced woman bent
back his arm in a most unnatural manner. CRACK! "Arrrghhhhh!". Her stunning
fighting skill was mesmerising to watch but Jack's toughs closed in on her
from all sides. A man tried to seize her but with a twist of arms it was he
who was seized by the wrist. Turning swiftly and with the barest flick of the
wrist, his body was launched into the air flipping right over with his legs
above his head at tremendous speed. His tumbling form reached a great height
as the stern grey-haired woman sent him hurtling across the room with barely a
touch as though he weighed nothing. The next man tried to lay hands on her had
his arm seized and bent double. Then swiftly turning her back on him she
pulled his arm down sharply causing his groin to ride over her broad hip as
his body flipped forwards with feet rising and head descending with a
devastating speed. BLAM! he hit the floor hard.

Man after man tried to catch her or throw a punch at her wrinkled old face but
none laid a hand upon for each was sent flying through the air as if by magic.
With no apparent effort the old woman would swiftly seize a man's wrist, turn
and toss him away with a deft flick of the wrist as if in some sort of deadly
dance. A step to the side, a twist of an arm and flick of the wrist would
launch a man with incredible speed into the air, his body twisting in mid-air
around one arm before crashing upon his back onto the floor with great power
that reverberated through the hall. Like a non-stop fighting machine she would
turn her back on a man and fall to both knees. Flipping him completely over
her head with one hand his body falling forwards with legs flailing in the
air, he would crash heavy upon his back on the floor in front of her. The
sight of the stern old woman in the strange white blouse stretched tight over
her massive bust moving gracefully in a long black skirt of which one side was
pinned up showing off her shapely strong stockinged legs while she sent men
flying away from her through the air at great speed with the merest touch was
exhilarating to watch. BLAM BLAM BLAM! man after man fell heavily upon the
cold concrete floor as the Mistress threw them forwards from her side,
backwards over her head and sent tumbling over her broad hip. One managed to
grab both of her hands and pull her arms forward towards him while she lent
back resisting him. Suddenly she crossed her arms over forcing his to do the
same then twisted sharply around with her right leg stretched out before his
feet while crouching down low. He tripped then whipped head over heels at
startling speed, the base of his neck slamming into the hard concrete. BERLAM!
Like a whirling dervish, the grey haired woman spun around to face the next
opponent.

As brave and formidable as she looked, surely she could not cope with such
numbers. I needed to help. Picking up a chair, I rushed towards forwards,
raised it above my head and brought it down upon the cranium of the closest
thug to me. BAM! The chair broke around his head and as I had hoped he began
to slump towards the floor. However to my dismay his knees had only bent
partway when he slowly straightened stretching to his full height, he was like
a tall wide wall blocking out what little light entered this hall in the first
place. Slowly he turned around and cast his evil eyes upon me with such menace
that I now knew why the others had not risen to the Mistress's aid when I had
tried to rouse them. He was a big bear of a man with a large bulky frame, a
large brutish face and massive fists which he slowly raised with an evil grin.

Looking beyond the sneering large brute, I saw two more converge at the same
time upon Mistress Regina, one with a sharpened dining knife in hand. With
stony calmness and great speed she brought the side of her hand down upon the
crook of his elbow and the knife clattered to the floor. Without pause, her
hands struck out with the speed of snakes seizing the wrist of the man upon
either side then suddenly spun her arms forward quickly as if cracking a whip.
In stunned amazement I saw two big bulky men perform rapid somersaults in the
air with an elderly cultured woman standing nonchalantly between them before
crashing onto their backs in the blink of an eye. Distracted I barely saw the
thug's massive fist hurtling towards my face. I instinctively jumped back but
his knuckles bruised my cheek. As I jumped further away from the hulking
brute, beyond him Mistress Regina had twisted both men's wrists forcing them
to kneel upon either side while writhing in agony while she crouched between
them. Then both her arms whipped around vertically in opposite directions,
sending each man spinning like a cartwheel in opposite directions, one
tumbling forwards while the other went backwards. In amazement I had seen her
bowl the two men over a second time in a matter of seconds. They went crashing
like human bowling balls into the legs of their colleagues knocking them down
like nine-pins.

The thug came at me again swinging his fists. I tried to duck and skip out of
the way but I found myself backing into the women's dining tables. Hands
grabbed me from behind and flung me towards the brute. BLAM! His fist collided
with the side of my face like a mallet whipping my face way in a blaze of
stars. In a daze I stumbled back amongst the women who grabbed me and once
more threw me like fodder to the laughing hulk.

"Yah!" a sharp shout distracted us both. Looking across at the Mistress, her
divided skirt draped from the top of her right leg as it kicked out with
blinding speed towards the face of another tough. KABLAM! The sole of her boot
hammered the centre of his face with such powerful force that a thick spray of
blood flew in all directions. The man literally flipped heels over head and
crashed heavily to the floor and lay unmoving. The power in her strong looking
legs stimulated me greatly but I had more urgent things to worry about. I knew
a few arm-locks of my own and as the big brute returned his malevolent
attention to me I darted around the back of him twisting his arm as I went. He
was strong and I struggled to force his hand up his back.

Across the room to my alarm I saw that some thug had tripped the Mistress onto
her back and was standing by her feet. Showing no concern she quickly placed
one foot upon his left knee and hooked the other around the back of the same
ankle. Suddenly he went down like a falling tree as she pushed with one leg
and pulled with the other, taking his leg out from under him. The Mistress
quickly leapt upon him, seized his right wrist and pulled his arm back
straight over her unmentionable area while draping her left leg over his neck
and her right, bent, by his side. Other men were converging towards her and
was almost upon her. In a quick brutal move, she raised her hips while pulling
back upon the man's arm. CRACK! He screamed as his arm broke. The chilling
sound giving Regina the distraction to leap quickly to her feet.

The brute was difficult to restrain so I reached up with my other to wrap my
arm around his neck but he leant forward and I found myself riding him like a
jockey. "Time's up, you old bitch!" Jack shouted as he closed in upon the old
woman while his cronies boxed in her on all sides. The sour-faced old
grey-haired woman just glared straight-faced at Jack then acted in the blink
of an eyelid. Her arm shot forwards in a blur BLAM!. Her fist struck his jaw
like thunder sending his head shooting back over his shoulders with his eyes
agog and his mouth gaping as he staggered back under the old ladies powerful
punch. The thug I was riding twisted and turned then shook me off. He spun
around his fist flying out and catching me right in the middle of my face.
BLAM! His fist struck again upon my jaw BLAM! My legs turned to jelly and I
collapsed to the floor. I looked up trying to shake off the daze expecting him
to finish me off when to my surprise a rough-looking female inmate stepped
forwards and swung her foot right between his legs. WHUMP! Oooooooorghh!" he
wailed, his shoulders slumping and his face melting in sheer misery. But the
woman showed no mercy and swung her leg again catching him the same way.

CRACK! across the room the fists of the Mistress pounded Jack's face which
flew back with blood streaming from his nose. With a twitch of my manhood I
realised that her punches were even more powerful than her daughters. Jack had
realised this too but was too brain shocked to do anything about it. Catching
the side of Jack's punch-drunk face with her right hand, the fingers of her
left opened and seized the side of his neck close to the jawline. Her fingers
dug in and the former local area boxing champion went all stiff and trembled.
The next second the Mistress had trapped his hands against her voluminous
chest while pressing his head backwards with the steely grip about his neck.
As soon as he was leaning backwards, she kicked away his leg with a sweep of
her leg. A sharp twist of his arm and his whole body whipped head over heels
in a fast circle as he went tumbling backwards to the floor.

By now the brute that I had tried to subdue was being brutally beaten by a
whole gang of women who were pulling his hair and being held while they took
turns kicking his unmentionables. The rough one that started it all looked at
me and winked. "You're much prettier than him, Love" she laughed "He's the
bastard who knocked up my daughter. Theirs too. Been wanting to get our hands
on him for a long time".

"HAI!" the side of Mistress Regina's hand struck like an axe upon the base of
the neck of a man who had gone to Jack's aid. His body jerked and twitched in
a strange way as if paralysed. The top-heavy grey-haired lady in the strange
white blouse and long divided skirt faced him seized his right wrist then
pulled his arm in a straight line across the back of her neck facing outward.
Stressing his arm about her neck, her right fist punched him clean on the
nose. BLAM! with her left hand immobilising his right arm behind her head her
right arm reached around his belly and seized his left. Her right foot swept
away his leg and he went tumbling backwards to the floor. Swiftly moving
behind the downed man while still holding his wrist in a lock she pulled his
arm back across her knee while pressing the edge of her other hand across the
side of his neck. SNAP! "Arrnnnnn!" he was rendered unconscious even as his
arm bent back at an unnatural angle.

The Mistress turned to a nearby wooden dining table of study construction.
Whereupon she fixed it with a stern steely gaze and raised her right hand in a
strange open hand manner with her fingers aligned one upon the other like a
knife. "HAI YAH!" she shouted making me jump with the loud sound. BERLAM! Her
hand fell upon the table as if it were an axe and cut straight through slicing
it clean in two whereupon it collapsed in the middle. The entire hall went
silent in stunned amazement. My manhood went absolutely rigid at this
astonishing feat of power and looking around the room I saw that I was not the
only one. Even Jack's trousers was sporting a rigid tent. Mistress Regina
fixed the eye of each and every one of Jack's remaining men. "Who is next?"
she asked in a cold strict tone. They all looked at her in fright and the
front of the trousers of several lurched up and down as did mine. "Upon the
floor now, upon your stomachs. All of you or you will face my wrath" She
commanded. As a man they all obeyed cowering with fear. She walked towards
Jack who was prone upon his back with the tent in his trousers erect and
twitching. "P..Please" he began to plead. She didn't say a word but glared
down upon him. Then her right boot moved and pressed down that obscene
erection and began to massage it. Jack began moaning and groaning "Orrr
Mistress, Mistress". In very little time his stiffness deflated and a dark wet
path spread in an embarrassing manner. "Urrrr urrrr Ohhhhhhh" he gave a loud
groan of sexual fulfilment that had some of his colleagues openly rubbing
their privates.

"On your feet" she instructed Jack in no certain terms. The satin sheen of her
blouse inflamed my senses as it clung tightly to her magnificent bust. "Please
Mistress no" Jack begged then screamed as the fierce craggy faced grey-haired
woman crouched behind him and twisted his left arm forcing him to roll onto
his belly then pulled his arm straight behind him then pressed down upon his
elbow. "Arghh arghh!" he yelped writhing upon his belly. "You will do as I
tell you or I will break your arm just as my daughter broke the other one". My
man-shaft throbbed at her chilling words for I was sure that she would carry
out her ruthless threat. Jack must have known it too for he got to his knees,
his face red with his eyes and mouth clenched in great pain. The big-busted
old woman stepped to his side keeping his arm bent upwards as she pressed upon
the back of his elbow. Upon his knees with a broken arm in a sling and the
other painfully stressed the stern-faced woman forced him to shuffle around
the floor describing a circle around her. "Look at how the mighty have fallen"
she crowed directing everyone's attention to his humiliation. Seeing the big
brute grovel around her reminded me vividly of how she had done much the same
to put me in my place upon my arrival. The grey-hair of the powerful looking
figure in the forward-thrusting white blouse and long black skirt contrasted
with the much younger strongly built man being forced to shuffle around her
with pain etched upon his face. "Argh argh!" he yelped every now and then when
he failed to keep up with the pace she dictated causing his arm to bend back
alarmingly. "Would any of you like to take his place?" the stark question was
directed at Jack's accomplices, the ones remaining conscious that is. None
took up the challenge but by the furious rubbing of some upon their crotch, I
was sure that some wished it in their dreams.

Mistress Regina slowly raised the level of Jack's arm forcing him to get to
his feet although still severely stooped with bowed head by her side. With
great smugness and superior attitude she paraded the captive man in all his
humiliation around the room. "The penalty for attempted revolution is severe
and will be administered by myself". "Argh! Argh!" Jack was trying and failing
not to cry out yet he was under her complete control for fear of breaking his
remaining arm. "Following that. All participants will be duly banished from
this establishment". Even I knew that such a decision could only be made by
the Master yet one look at his face told me that he was in terrified awe of
this formidable old battleaxe. With a twist of his wrist invoking loud yelps
from Jack she forced him to stand fully, writhing in her brutal wrist and arm
lock. "Stand up and take your punishment like a man" the grey-haired buxom
woman demanded. Several of his comrades were now openly masturbating at the
sight of this magnificent dominant old woman. Keeping his wrist bent and arm
straight, the Mistress faced him then stepped back. "This is going to hurt you
more than it hurts me" she told him with a hint of a wry smile.

What followed was so amazing and full of female power that I completely messed
my pants yet again, as several other men judging by their expressions and
those of Jack's revolutionaries with their members in their hands. "HAI YAH!"
the old woman's shout made me jump and in the blink of an eye her stockinged
right leg shot into the air with such power, speed and amazing flexibility
that the top of her thigh bounced off her huge bust. KERBLAM! Jack's face was
powered back in a spray of blood and his big muscular body flew head over
heels backwards before slamming face first into the hard floor. A silence fell
upon the room before it erupted in the groans of the foul men shaming
themselves upon the floor. Others shamed themselves in other ways, urinating
down their trouser legs and by the smell via other orifices.

Part 4: Worshipping The Mistress

27th May 1897

After the medical officer checked the healing of my bruises and cuts, I was
summoned to the Mistress's office. As I approached the door, I heard a
repetitive metallic clanging upon the other side but could not make out it's
origin. I knocked on the door and heard a firm "enter" from the other side, so
opened it and entered. To my complete shock, the Mistress was scantily clad in
only a large black satin bra of sturdy reinforced construction to retain her
enormous endowment with a shocking V neck that showed her deep plunging
cleavage along with a matching pair of shorts. For such an outwardly decent
cultured old lady, she was displaying a shocking amount of skin for her
shoulders, arms, belly and legs were entirely bare. "Close the door" she
ordered and gratefully I turned around to do so allowing me to avert my eyes
as I felt my temperature rise. I kept them respectfully averted as I turned
back.

"Do you find me repulsive?" her stern voice asked. "No Mistress" I replied.
"Then look at me when I am talking to you" she commanded. I raised my eyes.
All the time I had been in that room I had been aware of that metallic clank I
had heard earlier and now saw the reason and was shocked to speechlessness.
For in her hands was a long iron barbell, affixed to each end were several
large metal plates of such weight that that pole bent noticeably away from the
centre. Once again this amazing formidable grey-haired stern-faced woman had
utter demolished my preconceptions of womanhood as she curled this massive
iron barbell as easily as a strongman. Fascinated despite her indecent apparel
which both greatly disturbed and aroused me, I was taken aback by her
incredible well-developed physique. Properly clothed, I had thought her body
was the ideal example of the female form, plump, buxom and with plenty of
curves. Unclothed I immediately saw that in fact she was stockily built with
thick arms and legs. However these were not plump and soft but looked very
hard and taut with not a soft spot except her breasts. It looked as if every
part of her body was well-defined and shone with good health.

"Fighting is an punishable offence" she told me as her thick shaped strong
arms lifted that weight up and down. I was fascinated by how thick slopes led
down from part-way either side of her neck at a good 30 degrees towards the
ends of her shoulders to meet a prominent horizontal corded line. I gaped at
how well-defined her shoulder caps were. They were like hard armour plated
cups full of shape cleanly separated from the rest of her upper arm with
diagonal striated cuts that gave a sense of power. The weights on the end of
that bar looked truly massive for such an elderly lady and I very much doubted
that I would be able to lift it at all. Yet she managed to curl that barbell
level with her chest. I gasped as her arms strained and a thick solid bulge
swelled along the front of her upper arm intimating power that I never knew a
woman could possess. I knew instinctively though could not believe it that the
thick swellings were unmistakably biceps of a substantial size. I also noticed
a rugged prominent vein running down the front edge of each biceps which
somehow made them look even more formidable. The Mistress extruded great
physical strength to back up her ferocious fighting skills.

She continued to address me while exercising showing a little exertion in her
voice "However I realise that you foolishly thought you were trying to come
valiantly to my aid". As she worked to repeatedly raise and lower the bar, I
noted that the back of her forearms were etched with thick cords and tendons
of such startling clarity. This was thickest around the elbow giving it a
powerful sail-like appearance that stunned me. I had seen strong women perform
in vaudeville but they were tall big sturdily built women of substantial size
and girth of Rubenesque proportions. The Mistress however appeared a more
ordinary shapely women albeit rather tall yet of exceptional firmness and
definition of muscle which was infinitely more appealing. Her small grey eyes
fixed me in their gaze through her spectacles as she exercised, never
deviating from me making me feel most uncomfortable. "I am willing to make
allowances if you are willing to serve me" she stated. I confessed to her that
I was willing to serve her in any way I saw to which a strange smile appeared
on her thin lips. "I accept your offer of servitude although I don't think you
quite understand my intent". She said no more but continued with her
extraordinary weight-lifting exercise while watching me closely. "A healthy
body promotes a healthy mind don't you think?" she asked. "Indeed" I replied
thinking out aloud with my loins that were becoming very excited at her
healthy body.

I studied that body as she continued to haul that huge weight up and down.
Rather than feeling repulsed over a woman displaying musculature to rival most
men, I found it strongly sensual. Without her corset she no longer had that
pinched waist look and her trunk was quite wide. Her stomach was very flat and
taut. Strange hard irregular square masses writhed beneath the surface rising
and falling as she breathed. They were fascinating to watch. As they rose
prominently to the surface I counted six slabs arranged vertically three each
side of a groove running up from her belly button. Daring to look at her legs,
I saw that these were quite thick around the upper thigh yet very solid
looking with strong looking lines and great shape that my eyes kept following.

Finally she put down the weights and slowly moved towards me. It was hard not
to look at her semi-naked body. "How old are you James?" "25" I replied. "Are
you married?" "No" "Have you had carnal knowledge of a woman?" "No of course
not, I am not married" I protested in shock at the suggestion. "Such a fine
upstanding young man. In more ways than one" she chuckled. I gasped as her
hand enclosed around the stiff bulge in my trousers. "Stay where you are!" she
commanded loudly as I instinctively tried to move out of her embarrassing
grasp. "Move without my permission and I will slam you all around this room
until you can no longer stand unaided". I stood my ground and the old woman
adopted a softer tone as she gently traced the outline of the prominent
stiffness in the front of my trousers. "You may think I am a harsh cold
hearted old dragon but I need to be this way to maintain discipline" her light
touch was stimulating and my eyes kept falling back to her impressive cleavage
which didn't help either. "But I am still a woman with woman's needs. I've
have been so lonely since my husband passed away these many long years". She
continued to stroke my trousers making it harder. "I do my duty for the men
who need it at night but that does not fulfil my needs. I need companionship
of a man who is not afraid of my healthy body and disciplinary skills. A man
like you".

I was shocked by her suggestion but before I could voice my objection the
Mistress clad only in a large sturdy bra and shorts raised her arms out to
either side level with her broad shoulders. Her forearms swung up vertical
with her fists clenched then in towards her head. I gaped in amazement feeling
my groin tighten and stiffen as her forearms thickened at the base while her
upper arms bulged both upwards and below. Her large breasts also tightened and
came together rising in a highly erotic manner in the V of her bra. I gasped
at how large and solid her biceps became getting more prominent and craggier
by the second. They looked so powerful and fearful yet with those large
hemispheres of bust rising up and pressing against each other she was
undeniably a woman. "Orrrrr!" I groaned as my man-rod beat furiously inside my
trousers. "You pledged to serve me, so serve me. Feel my muscles James, feel
my strength, my power. Go on feel them".

I did not hesitate for I was longing to touch those big feminine mounds of
muscle upon her arms yet had been to afraid of her reaction if I had. With my
heart beating fast and sweat forming on my brow I reached out a hand to the
top of her right biceps. "So hard! So big! So beautiful" I gasped astonished
by the feel of the muscles beneath my hand smoothly curved yet as hard as
iron. I could not even press my fingers into them. "That's it James. Feel the
big powerful arms of your Mistress". With my throbbing shaft painfully tight
against my trousers I felt her biceps with both hands becoming ever more
aroused by the sensational feel of hard steely muscle beneath soft female
skin. "Kiss them, James. Kiss them and worship me. Worship my biceps" I may
have thought that a strange request previously but now I did not hesitate and
put my lips to her amazing muscles while stroking and feeling them with my
hands. "Amazing, amazing!" I kept mumbling between kisses.

"Take my hands, James" I did as she instructed, stretching my arms out on
either side and bending my forearms to match hers. Arm to arm, I suddenly felt
such power as I had never known flowing through her arms opposing me.
Instantly I realised that not only was she a more formidable fighter than I
was but that she also was much stronger than me. "Try to push my hands back,
come on James, are you even trying?" she taunted as an overwhelming power
forced my hands steadily backwards. The front of my trousers resembled a tent
with a painfully stiff tentpole pressing tightly against the inside of my
pants and throbbing uncontrollably. With a tight smug smile of superiority,
Mistress Regina angled her fists towards the floor and I am forced to bend at
the knees. To my disgrace I find my face sinking close to her large swelling
bosom which rises like two half-moons out of her bra to meet me. To my horror
my face plunges right into that voluminous cleavage. "Mmmmm mmmmm" To my
surprise I hear true laughter from the strict old woman. "I bet you are
enjoying that" she chuckles. "Mmm mmm mmmmah!" I gasp breathing fresh air as
my face falls out of her large cups and continues to sink as her strong hard
bulging arms press my hands lower until my face is level with her firm belly.
There she kept me, crouched down before her with my face right in front of her
taut stomach watching in fascination as those irregular blocks of hardness
rise and fall as she breathes.

"Kiss my abdominals, worship my rock-hard stomach" she ordered. I didn't what
they were but guessed they were these appealing blocks of hardness like jigsaw
puzzle pieces with grooves in between. I bowed my head to the task, enjoying
the feel of her taut skin against my eager lips. I had never realised the
effects of vigorous exercise upon a lady's body and now fully applauded it for
that firm belly with its hard shapes moving gently in and out was the most
sensual thing that I had ever seen. That this woman was old enough to be my
grandmother made it all the more amazing as I was sure that she had a far
superior and sexually appealing body than most women even those in their early
twenties. "Ohhhhh Mistress, so beautiful" I groaned with pure desire. "That
will do nicely indeed" she chuckled as she released my hands. As she did, I
fell forwards and stopped myself upon her sturdy body. Looking down I saw the
swell of hard looking muscle upon her thighs and calves. Crouching lower to
take a closer look, I placed my hand upon the outside of her left thigh and
confirmed that it indeed felt like an iron plate. "Wow so hard!" I gasped. I
began to move my face between her legs which were apart in a stance but before
I could proceed she placed a firm hand upon my shoulder. "Believe me, you do
not want to get your head stuck in there. I could pop your skull like a
balloon. Now stand up and worship my back" she commanded. My tent-pole lurched
back and forth like it was caught in a gale at her words. Could she really do
that? Could a woman break my skull between her legs? I felt her thighs once
more, they were certainly very thick, very hard and I imagined I could feel
immense power lying just beneath the surface of her silky smooth skin.

"I said get up" she sounded impatient so I rose to my full height. As I did
the Mistress turned around and I found myself sharply drawing in my breath
when she unclasped and removed her bra. I could see the backs of her large
breasts to my immense excitement. She placed her hands upon her hips and I saw
that from the rear she did indeed have a natural hour-glass figure. In
particular her back flared out on either side as it rose from her waist like
an inverted triangle to her very prominent shoulder blades that were covered
with large masses deeply etched in strange shapes. From the rear, I could more
clearly see the dense slopes from her neck to the tops of her shoulders
themselves resembling large plates of the halves of some triangle. As I
watched she raised her arms once more and flexed her biceps. To my
astonishment her entire back became a writhing mass of large solid muscle the
likes of which I had never seen. From the rear her arms appeared even more
formidable with powerful forearms and large biceps that were peaked like a
mountain top. I placed my hands upon those peaks. "Ohhhh Mistress so big, so
strong!" I gasped in wonder. I moved my hands onto her back and felt the hard
muscular slabs in such abundance. I am so inflamed by her amazing physique
that I find myself kissing and feeling her wondrous naked back with a wild
passion. Mistress Regina was both muscular and beautiful in her own way,
disproving the long-held fallacy of the ruling classes that strength in woman
brings ugliness.

Losing all sense of decorum, I reached around her front to feel her hard
stomach while I kissed her back. Inevitably they slipped upwards to cup her
huge bare breasts that overflowed my grasping hands. That sensation was too
great for me and I began to thrust my groin against her backside while
caressing her breasts. "Ohhh Mistress, Mistress. I love you, I need you, I
yearn for you" I completely lost my dignity and was moaning stupid endearments
while thrusting myself like a mating dog. "Control yourself, boy" Mistress
Regina growled then turned around in my arms. I tried to regain my composure
but the sight of her naked breasts was too much for me and I tried to pull her
close to kiss her mouth. As quick as a snake, she grabbed my left arm, pulled
it out straight at my side while bending back the hand at the wrist. "Ouch
ouch!" I yelped as the very fit grey-haired woman turned her side to me.
Bringing my arm down swiftly in a forward motion, my body was jerked into the
air, my feet leaving the floor as I was tossed away head over heels. BERLAM my
back hit the floor hard "Ouch!". Shockingly in my highly aroused state, that
demonstration of superior fighting skill just stoked my out of control lust
even more. I immediately got to my feet and rushed towards her. "Oh Mistress!"
I groaned deep with desire. The Mistress just stood her ground and when I came
within an arm's length she grabbed my elbows then to my surprise fell over
backwards pulling me down with her. I found her foot in my groin as I fell
towards her. As soon as her back hit the floor I found my groin lifted high by
her leg which sent me hurtling tumbling head over heels at dizzying speed a
great distance across the room from her. BERLAM! My back hit the floor
knocking the wind out of me "Orrpphh!".

I lay there panting until the semi-naked form of the Mistress appeared,
standing over me like an ancient female warrior of old, a true Amazon. "Try
that again without my permission and I will slam you all over this room until
you are unable to stand. Do I make myself clear?" she was so stern and
dominant that my arousal pulsed strongly in my pants. "Yes Mistress. Sorry
Mistress" I replied humbled. "Now get to your feet and stand before me" she
demanded. I did as I was told trying to reign in my animal passion not to try
to seize her and kiss her. To my surprise she wrapped those thick strong arms
around me and pulled me tight against her soft voluminous breasts. "Urghh!" I
grunted as she slipped her grip to cradle my backside and with a surge of
strength, lifted my feet off the floor then threw me over one shoulder.
Proceeding to carry me across the room, I bounced around upon her shoulder
looking down at her amazingly sculpted back and her firm looking backside
covered with her shorts. Further below her calves were like rocky spear-like
slabs bulging in the most erotic fashion as she walked. Finally she lowered my
feet back to the floor and looking around I saw that there was a strange
wooden table with a cross bar handle a third of the way along and what looked
like stirrups.

"Remove your trousers and undergarments this instant" she demanded. Shocked by
this unseemly request I hesitated. Rather than scold me or bend back my hand
at the wrist, the grey-haired sour-faced woman hunched herself over clenching
her fists while bringing her arms around in front of her in a diamond shape.
Every muscle in her body seemed to swell up into massive relief. Even the top
part of her cleavage was striated and hard as her pendulous breasts hung down
before her. She looked massive, muscular and frightening like some powerful
wild beast. Once again this amazing old lady had shown me something that I had
never seen before in my life and I felt both afraid and highly aroused.
Without hesitation I complied with her request. "Lay down on there" she
ordered pointing with her finger towards the strange table. Intrigued, I did
as she commanded. Sliding beneath the cross-bar handle, I lay upon my back on
the table.

"This is how you will serve me, everyday at this time" with that she placed
her left foot in the left hand stirrup then swung her leg over like mounting a
horse. To my great shock I saw that she had removed her shorts and was now
completely nude. Straddling over my groin, her ladyparts were directly over my
erect manhood. "Please we're not married" I gasped although in truth part of
me wanted to experience the sinful sensations greatly. Her strong right hand
clutched me with a grip of steel between the neck and shoulders while her left
fitted my erection inside of her. My head swam in a warm fuzziness as her
steely fingers dug into the nerves in my neck that made my eyes go out of
focus and my head spin. "You pledged to serve me and serve me you shall" she
growled then thankfully released her fearsome grip to take hold of the handle
bar with both hands to begin riding me as if riding a horse. "Oh yes, oh yes.
It is so good to feel a fit young buck inside of me" she moaned in a sensual
manner while her nether regions slid up and down my erect shaft. Her riding of
my manhood was sending me in a place of incredible sensory pleasure. "Come
now" she scolded in a light-hearted manner while I continued to slip back and
forth inside her. "At my time of life, you are hardly going to get me with
child. So we can enjoy the act of union for the heightened pleasure alone."
Enjoy it I did as she rode me with rising passion. In no time I was moaning
and groaning like an imbecile, reaching up to try to constraint those massive
breasts as they bounced around unrestrained while the slick slimy constant
motion of her lady-hole around my manhood sent me into untold throes of wanton
desire and ecstasy. "Ohhh ohhhh fuck me James fuck me!" her strange animal
moaning and uncharacteristic coarse language tipped me over the edge. I lost
what scant self-control I had and began unloading what felt like a geyser of
seed into her wonderful passage. "Nrraaghhh nnaarhhh nnnnargh Ohhhhhhh!" I
moaned like crazy as it went on and on gradually subsiding. At the same time
Mistress Regina howled loudly like a woman possessed and thrusting up and down
upon me until she too subsided, passion sated. Whereupon she lay beside me and
we embraced and cuddled until we regained our strength then without further
a-due she dismissed me.

1st June 1897

All I can think of night and day is Mistress Regina for I am besotted by this
handsome looking grey-haired lady of astounding physique. Every day in the
late afternoon I attend to her in her personal quarters as she exercises then
takes me upon her strange wooden riding table. Not that I always enter her for
she forces me to do unnatural things. The first time she did this I was
horrified as she faced me then lowered her lady parts right onto my nose and
mouth then demanded that I use my tongue and mouth to pleasure her. All
objections were smothered off as she began to rub herself with increasing
vigour over my face. As shameful as it was to be completely subdued by a
lady's unmentionables while she used my face for pleasure, I also became
greatly aroused and learnt quickly how to use my tongue to elicit loud moans
of appreciation as I lay beneath with my face buried in her sex. "Orrr orrrr
yess yess!" she shouted bucking her hips with increasing passion while
covering my face with a slimly secretion. "You see it is not only the male of
the species that can have an orgasm without intercourse" she instructed as she
sat back upon my chest, satisfaction achieved.

4th June 1897

I knew something was wrong when I entered Mistress Regina's quarters. Instead
of the scandalously scanty attire she used for exercise, she wore that strange
white satin wrap-around top with the long black divided skirt which was her
normal business attire. Instead of the welcoming smile I had become to know in
the privacy of her room, her small mouth was tight and the glare from her
small grey eyes through her spectacles was cold and fierce. "Come here James.
Stand before" her voice had no traces of warmth. "Is anything the
matter...woah!" barely had I spoken when the fearsome old lady seized my hand,
turned fully around while slipping her other arm around my waist. Leaning she
pulled me forward only to come up against her leg which quickly kicked back,
lifting my right leg high behind me causing me to trip. I felt my groin ride
over her broad hip as I pivoted over it, once again reminded that a woman was
throwing me against my wishes. BLAM! "Ouch!" I cried as my back slammed
against the cold hard concrete floor. Stunned I looked up into the face of a
fierce looking stern authoritative woman glaring down at me at her feet. "I
did not give you leave to speak" she told me harshly. I knew better than to
argue. "Sorry Mistress" I mumbled trying to sound humble. "Now get to your
feet and do not speak unless I ask you a question" Wondering about this turn
in my private relationship with her, I did as she asked.

For several seconds she just glared at me before speaking. "You had a visitor
wishing to see you today" That surprised me. "As you know the younger men are
not permitted to receive visitors. So he was turned away" She stepped forwards
and ran a finger along the top of my shirt. "Do you know who he was, boy?" she
looked right into my eyes and it sent shivers down my spine. "No, Maam" I
answered. "He says his name was a Mister Steven Johnston" I felt a bottomless
pit open up in the base of my stomach. Why was Stinky Johnson visiting me?,
did he have news from the Chief? Were they concerned that I had been unable to
communicate my progress with them? She studied my eyes looking for a reaction.
"I see that you recognise the name. What relation is he to you?" Oh damnation!
I had to think quick "An uncle, Maam. No doubt concerned with my welfare" I
replied. Suddenly she seized my right wrist and with a non-nonchalant flick of
the wrist sent my body whipping over to the side in an incredibly fast circle
with just one arm, landing heavily on the top of my back. BLAM! "Ouch!" I lay
stunned and short of breath on floor bewildered as to why she had attacked me
and more than a little afraid of her almost magical fighting skills.

"I am reliably informed that Mister Johnson is some sort of undercover
Policeman and he bears no resemblance to yourself. I do not like liars, James.
Liars must be punished" "Please let me exaaargh!" I squealed as she bent back
my wrist and arm upon itself as she knelt by my side forcing me to kneel next
to her. "Argh!" the room spun around me at nauseating speed as I was whipped
from my knees with a sudden jerk of my seized arm, flipped right over in a
blinding forward roll. BLAM! "Argh!" no sooner had my back crashed against the
floor than she bent my wrist and arm once more and with a blinding blur of
motion whipped my body back in the opposite direction. BERLAM! "Argh! Woah!"
in horror she flipped me again this time sending me across the front of her
body from right to left. BERLAM! "Argh!" this time she bent back my arm and
forced me to my knees with my back to her.

"Urkkk! I croaked as the Mistress's right arm came over my right shoulder from
behind and folded her brawny forearm tight across the front of my throat.
"Urkkk!" I felt her other hand press upon the back of my head pressing my
throat tight against her forearm. "Urkkk!" she jerked back my head in
stranglehold of such intensity that I felt the blood drain from my face. "You
see the futility of lying to me, James" she chuckled cruelly as she pressed my
windpipe against her hard muscular forearm. "Urhhhk!" my face heated up
rapidly and turn red as she choked off my breath. Quickly I raised my hands to
loosen her arm but I found that she had locked off her right arm beneath the
left. With rising alarm I felt certain that she intended to choke me to death,
I tugged and pulled at her arms but the hold around my throat was deadly tight
with no give whatsoever. Her strong muscular forearm was so tight around my
throat that it was truly embedded within it collapsing my windpipe flat. To my
horror I began to choke and cough and moan uncontrollably locked up in this
dominant old woman's strong arms. I started to panic through the loss of air,
I slapped against the thick solid arms swelling and tight around my neck. She
chuckled close to my ear. "Oh I do enjoy your pathetic attempts to get free,
wasting all your energy speeding your journey to the inevitable". I could even
feel her large biceps digging into the side of my neck speeding up my doom.
That this was a woman and an elderly at that one taking my life in such a
physically strong way made my manhood rise to full mast.

"I could take your life like this, James. What good will your lies do you
then?" Her voice was close to my ear as to my horror she increased the
pressure even more while she stood up behind me. Standing above me she leant
heavily upon the back of my neck pressing my neck unbelievably tight.
"Victorian men are so arrogant and conceited in their presumed superiority but
it is women who are the truly the stronger sex" she lectured as my eyes
swooned and lost focus. "Grkkk!" I wanted to beg for her to allow me air but I
could not speak. "Look at the state of you. All that blood stuck in your head
with nowhere to go, making you look so funny with your face so red and ugly. I
enjoy increasing the pressure until the arrogant lying male becomes totally
out of breathe and power and faints". Her arms tightened even tighter than I
thought imaginable, so much so that it felt like she would pop my head right
off my neck. Urrr urrrr help me urrr my head began to swoon and a strangle
muffled buzzing sounded in my ears. I felt insanely weak unable to keep my
eyelids open. My hands dropped from her strong arms to my side as my head
began to spin uuurrrrr the blackness was taking me urrrrr.

"Muh!" I came around with a start, relieved to discover that I was not dead.
"That was called a sleeper choke hold. A simple but effective technique by
which a woman can render a man unconscious". The Mistress's voice made me sit
up and look up where I found her standing over me with her large endowment
thrusting like a shelf above me. She glared down with an impatient look. "You
were only out for a few moments but if you do not tell me the truth of the
matter to my satisfaction, the next time will be for much longer during which
you may suffer side-effects of brain-damage or worst". I told her everything,
leaving no detail unsaid. Yes I was scared of what this fierce old
disciplinarian could do to me with her ferocious unarmed combat skills but I
no longer wanted to maintain the deceit. I was in love with her and wanted to
serve her, she was my Mistress and I worshipped her and wanted to be with her
forever. I told her so adding whatever words I thought could convince her of
my sincerity. Her emotionless expression made it impossible to gauge whether
she believed me. Again I told her that I truly loved her, that no other came
close to compare for she excited me so much in ways that I had never
previously realised. I wanted to be with her as a loving companion if not
partner. If she would no longer throw around policemen, other than myself in
the privacy of her room of course, I was certainly that I could persuade the
Chief that the case was closed and there would be no further investigation of
herself of daughter. This I would do willingly for I am deeply in love with
this stern disciplinarian who more resembled a grandmother to me than a wife.
Yes, I know it sounded like emotional twaddle but it was God's honest truth. I
finished my oratory and she simple stared at me through her spectacles with
her hawk like eyes.

Without saying a word, Mistress Regina went over to the strange riding table
and laid herself down upon it then opened her legs wide. "Come here and prove
your love" Her skirt divides to reveal her thick stockings. Once again the old
lady shocks me when I see that she is not wearing knickers. But I cannot bring
myself to avert my eyes. Instead the sight of the mighty grey-haired woman in
such a wanton position makes my shaft stiffen for the powerful muscular body
beneath her clothing and the pleasures that had given me. I remove my trousers
and pants as my manhood rises to the occasion. Approaching the end of the
table where her feet were, I gasped "Oh Mistress, I love you". I knelt on the
end of the table and leant over to kiss her before I entered her. Thick strong
soft-stockinged thighs crept up my body as I kissed her. "Oh I love you
Mistress" I enjoyed the feel of her thick thighs encircling my waist like sexy
serpents. It was so scandalously exciting I kissed her lips more. Then they
became muscular and began to squeeze hard. "No Mistress Noooarghhh!" I gasped
as she spread out her arms on the table and pressed down as she raised her
hips while squeezing with indescribable power that cut in deep on both sides
of my body pulling me tighter than I ever imagined possible arghhh!. She just
lay on her back and watches me with those cold grey eyes as I suffered. In
desperation I tried to push her legs apart. My hands encountered large
muscular shapes like steel-clad airships lining her upper legs bulging with
frightening power. They had entrapped me, constricting my sides like a vice,
pinching my waist like a steel corset getting tighter and tighter. My body
shakes as the powerful legs squeeze so hard that they force the very air from
my body. I groan and gasp as a hot burning flares in my waist as it constricts
so painfully. "Arghh please no Mistress!" I cry out as even more pressure is
exerted by her legs. Sheering pain slices through my guts and rises into my
chest. I had never experienced such a raw muscular power chewing at my sides
writhing like a sea monster with wave after wave of agonising muscular
flexing. Oh God she is going to crush me to death. "I did warn you that you
did not want to get between my legs" she chuckled cruelly.

Argh! I am shocked by how thick and rugged her thighs have become beneath my
hands. They feel as solid as iron columns arghhh trying to me in two. My puny
body is insignificant between their powerful musculature. With such awesome
bulging power in her thighs that I feel weak, I find myself rising as her legs
bodily lift me above her. With my hands upon her enormously hard swollen slabs
of thighs I strain desperate for breath, for life yet her all-enveloping
strength holds me fast. The humiliation of being physically out-muscled by an
elderly lady fuels my arousal harder and harder. I am gasping for breath yet
so turned on that I stretch down and passionately kiss her mouth, telling her
with what little breath I have left how much I love her and need her and want
to worship her. Arghh I never could have imagined such incredible power from a
woman's legs, yet it is an undeniably feminine power and my man-rod is
absolutely rigid.

"That will do nicely, James" she tells me as her hand grasps my shaft gently
and lowering my knees back to the bed, she eases off the terrible crushing
power for a moment. "Ohhhhh!" I moan as she plunges me inside her. Easing off
the dreadful pressure just enough so I could barely breathe, I found myself so
worked up in desire that I began thrusting my pelvis back and forth as
constrained as I was in demented lust. "Ohh ohhhh yes do it James do it to me"
she moaned. Her strong legs locked around my waist controlled the rhythm of my
thrusting as if I were no longer in control of my own body. "Ohhh James if you
break my heart I swear I will break your body between my thighs Ohhhhh" she
moaned and groaned aloud with increasing rapidity making me more and more
aroused. Such overwhelming female power was highly erotic that I was eager to
pleasure the old woman. Soon our rutting got faster and more vigorous. "Ohh
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohh James fuck me oohhhhh" her demented grunts and obscene
cries got louder as they got faster and faster while her panting increased. I
was giving her a really good rogering thrusting my hips back and forth as fast
and hard as I could given my waist was clamped between her big strong thighs
that were dictating the pace. "Arghhh!" I groan loudly as a sudden wave of
insane pressure squeezes my waist tightly for a moment. "Ohhhhhh James it's
cumming ohhhhhh!" the crush stops and her thighs pump my waist with insane
speed causing my engorged manhood to slide back and forth in her channel at a
frantic rate. "Faster faster you bastard fuck me faster" her obscenities shock
me yet I feel the pressure in my swollen rod and sack build to bursting point
and have the need to thrust all the faster for release. Sudden the world
erupts in sheer pain as her muscular thighs clamp down with exceptional force
that I cannot even scream in agony for she is squeezing so insanely hard she
has stolen my breath while she screams and rocks dementedly like a mad person.
"Ohhh ohhhh arrr ohhhh ohhhh arrrrg" Despite all the madness and cutting pain,
my manhood unloads it's built-up payload in strong bursts right inside my
Mistress's womanly parts. Nnnnghh nnnnghhh nnghhh nnghhhh I can only voice the
grateful lustful relief in my mind. Thankfully the dreadful pressure eases as
the Mistress's lust abates and she releases me.

I collapsed exhausted and hurting greatly around the middle to the old woman's
side. She takes me in her strong arms and holds me close. "Loving me is a
dangerous occupation" she says gently while stroking my cheek. "I cannot hold
you to servitude if you do not want to risk it". "Please Mistress, please. I
would willingly face being crushed helpless between your thighs if that means
I could be with you, loving you for evermore" I told her in earnest. She
chuckled softly "You are indeed a treasure to lighten my world. For too long I
have been without love" and she kissed me gently. "Now rest for I believe you
have re-awoken my sexual appetite and that was just the starter" she chuckled
and kissed me again while cuddling me.

***

There you have it, Mister Priest. How ironic that your mother's maiden name
was the same as that of the companion of my Great-Grandmother. I wonder
whether you two gentlemen are related? You certainly share a common interest
in strong fighting women. Do keep in touch.

Yours Sincerely

Mrs. Georgina Armstrong