Female fighting and dominance in Victorian India by JimP Young Indian man encounters deadly fighting women during the British Raj. (c)Jim P 2022 I read your recent case and was taken by the similarity with this confidential report from the British Raj in 1886. A friend. I swear that this account is true and accurate and understand the need for secrecy to protect the Raj. God save The Queen. For the convenience of the British I call myself John Priest, although that is neither my first name and my family are mainly Jewellers rather than teachers of faith. I am an honest hard working man of 21. Rather than follow the family business I chose to work in Barrackpore, West Bengal, the military and administrative centre for the British. My job was to investigate and identify malcontents who wished to repeat previous acts of rebellion. A new arrival from England, Lady Mary, had caused some consternation. In deference to her illustrious family I will not record her surname. She was an adventurous young woman, ornithologist and sportswoman, a few years older than myself, who had been seen mixing with local women without a chaperone. British Intelligence were concerned about women"s groups among the populace and I was to be discreet in my investigation of her. Standing around 5'3" with a petite slender figure emphasised by a corset pinching her waist which made an average sized bust more prominent, Lady Mary looked regal in long flowing dresses. Although a member of the British upper-class I did not find her particularly attractive. Cold, aloof and arrogant, certainly but attractive, no. She had a long oval shaped face with small piercing brown eyes beneath low eyebrows set atop a long sleek nose between the broad flat plains of her cheeks with a thin-lipped mouth set impassively over quite a deep dimpled chin. Her dark brown hair was styled back from the forehead and rose in waves atop her head and clear of her ears. Against the fashion of British nobles, she adorned herself with little jewellery but what there was looked expensive. Observing her discreetly I saw her leave the barracks without an armed escort or chaperone and so followed her. Although over-dressed by local standards, her ladyship wore a white dress that fell in long vertical pleats, like an accordion, down to a wide silk hem that covered all but the pointed toes of her shiny black leather lace-up shoes with a chunky low heel. It danced around her legs as she walked in a way that suggested that they were long and slender. The blouse portion of the dress matched the billowing skirt with a wide frilly two-layer bib over her upper chest and led to a very high collar around a slender swan-like neck that almost came to her chin. Long billowing sleeves were constrained by narrower bands around the elbows and from mid-forearm to wrists to permit free movement of the joints, while the waist was cinched by a belt. Upon an elaborate hairstyle that sat upon her head like a strange oversized bun was a black wide-brimmed hat to provide some shade from the sun and supplemented by a white parasol. As I tailed her, I worried when I lost sight of her as she disappeared around the corner of a dilapidated building to enter an unsavoury area. Hurrying to regain sight on her, I round the corner and forced to stop to avoid bumping into her! "My forgiveness, memsahib!" I apologise, lowering my eyes in respect. Lady Mary fixes me with her small hard eyes while studying my face for several drawn out moments. I noticed that the parasol had been closed and tucked into the side of the belt around her waist. "Why are you following me, boy?" she asks bluntly, sounding as if she had a plum in her mouth. "Memsahib, this is not a safe area to be without an escort." Her relentless cold steely gaze was unsettling. "You did not answer my question. Do you intend to take advantage of a lone English woman?" It was a very compulsive tone from one born to privilege. "I mean you no harm. I saw you enter the street and became alarmed for your safety. This is not a good area. I only wanted you to avoid it". "What is your name, boy?" she asked in an arrogant demeaning tone. Her brown eyes bore into me, seeming to look down her nose at me even though I was a good 5 or 6 inches taller. The hard set to her thin mouth and the harsh tone of her voice added to the sense of authority. "John Priest and I am not a boy." I saw the barely suppressed flare of anger in her eyes and the tightening of her mouth. Had I pushed things too far" She could report me and have me executed without trial. "I apologise for speaking out of place," I quickly added. "But I am only concerned with your welfare. This is no place for a lady of your standing." "I am perfectly capable of looking after myself without reliance on a man, as you will discover if you persist on following me," she told me in an annoyed terse tone that was almost a hiss. "Leave." It was an order to one of the lower classes from a superior. As the conceited aristocrat turned away from me with a smug smile to continue down the squalid street I felt burning irritation for her superior imperialist attitude and anger at myself for automatically complying like a slave. "Please Memsahib, I beseech you to turn back," I pleaded while stretching out my right hand and placing it upon the back of her shoulder. As soon as I felt the silky softness of her dress, I knew I had transgressed for a man should not touch a lady in such an intimate manner. Her ladyship spun around to face me with the fires of Hell blazing in her eyes. Before I had withdrawn my hand, she struck like a cobra, startling me by seizing it in a surprisingly strong grip like a blacksmith"s vice. Gripping my wrist with one dainty hand while holding my fingers with the other, her thumb pressed into the base of my palm. In disbelief I watched as the young sophisticated lady in a long flowing dress bent my hand right back at the wrist in an unnatural manner forcing me to cry out, fearful that it would snap. I had no idea how she was doing it but I was powerless to stop the well-dressed lady keeping my arm tensed while twisting it so that my palm faced upwards. With a smug smile, she raised my hand above her head painfully forcing me onto my toes into a dance of agonised humiliation which I had to endure for several seconds. With self-satisfied indifference, the elegant lady forcibly brought the back of my arm down over her left shoulder. That pulled my body uncomfortably close to her back and again forcing me onto my toes. I cried out at the tension in my arm as it stretched downwards stressing my elbow. "Keep resisting and your arm will break in several places," she stated in an arrogant condescending tone. "And it will never heal properly." To my shame and embarrassment, the entitled young woman kept me in that humiliating position, feeling the power she had over me, for any passer-by to see. "Please your ladyship," I begged. "Please break your arm, why certainly," she taunted with aplomb. I yelped as more pressure was applied to my bent wrist while using the back of my elbow as a lever. Once again I was forced on the tip of my toes with the front of my body pulled indecently close against her petite back. I could not understand how the delicate upper-class woman had the strength to bend my arm back to the point of snapping. Each time I cried out in agony she gave a mocking laugh, clearly enjoying her dominance over me. Did it make me less a man that a woman had me in a crippling hold" It certainly felt that way. Her self-entitled attitude was horrible but alarmingly, despite the pain, there was a stirring in my loins that stiffened with each passing second that the woman physically exerted her superiority. I felt relief and thorough humiliation as her ladyship raised my arm off her shoulder and lowered it by her side, although still keeping my hand bent painfully back at the wrist. "Desist following me and allow me to go wherever I wish," she instructed. Keeping my arm straight and palm upward the unsmiling woman lowered my hand. I was shocked that this forced me to lean forwards against my will to look down at the dirt. Yelping as her other hand pressed down upon my elbow whilst she raised my wrist, I was completely at the mercy of a woman making me feel emasculated. Wincing with pain, I was forced to crouch in an undignified manner by the side of her long pleated dress. Hooking her right arm over the top of my elbow, she levered my forearm over hers inducing crippling agony. I was in tears, sure that my wrist and arm bones would shatter and my elbow would break. My cries for mercy were coldly ignored as she used the hold to cruelly exert her superiority, inflicting more pain that forced me to go wherever she led me. Being raised in India I was aware that village women often wrestled suitors but never expected a sophisticated British woman to participate in unarmed combat, let alone with men. It was dishonourable and shameful to be rendered powerless by the peeress"s debilitating hold while she maintained an aloof air of hauteur. Looking prim and proper in her long dress, I am further degraded as the well-dressed lady applies painful bone-stressing leverage on my arm to toy with me. Demonstrating my inability to escape a woman"s clutches, she forced me to stand, go one way then another, bend, and go where-ever it she determined. Strangely, being physically subservient to a woman, caused my manhood to stir inside my trousers. Even more so when she forced me right down upon my knees before the drapes of her long luxurious dress so that my face was rubbing in the dirt. My arm felt like the joints were going to shatter at any moment while my trouser sword stiffened quickly under the young ladyship"s control. "Will you cease following me or shall I break your arm?" she asked with high-handedness. "Yes, yes. Just return my dignity and let me go," I begged, fearful of fractured limbs and any by-passers seeing my humiliating predicament. With one arm arm across the back of my elbow as a lever, the young heiress bent my arm back the wrong way forcing me yelping to scramble ungainly back to my feet, in fear of it breaking. Facing me, the petite slender-bodied noblewoman applied a strong clamp on my right wrist and bent my hand fully forward in an agonising grip that brought tears to my eyes. "HAI!" An unladylike sharp shout emanated from the titled woman"s mouth unnerving me then the side of her hand struck my side with the fingers held straight. I cried out as pain lanced my kidneys, feeling like she had taken an iron axe to my side. She surprised me further by turning her back to me while stretching out my right arm over her right shoulder. I was puzzled as she leant slightly forward then horrified as my front was pulled against her slender back and felt her rear press into my groin. That brief contact caused a surge of stiffness in my rod but then, in shock, I felt my feet leave the ground as I was pulled onto her slender back as she bent forwards. The next instant I was astonished to be flying over the shoulder of the young mistress at a tremendous speed. In that brief moment the world span around me making me dizzy as my body flipped completely over her narrow shoulders then in terror saw the ground come up fast to meet me. I cried out as my back slammed heavily on the crude dirt-packed street before the impact knocked the breath from me. I laid in the dirt by dainty shoes with my right arm stretched vertically along the front of a fashionable long dress, trying to comprehend that I had been thrown by a young dignified elegantly dressed British aristocrat. How could a feminine elegant woman throw a man, taller and heavier than herself, to the ground with such finesse and ease" It didn"t seem possible yet here I was laying on my aching back looking up at the young Madam as she stood over me looking smugly triumphant. Although in India matriarchal centred families are common, I shared the wider perception that men were the stronger sex. A perception that was sorely being put to the test by this young aristocrat! Pulling upon my captive arm, she forced me onto my side and pressed the sole of a shoe against the side of my face. Grinding my face in the dirt, the elegant lady proceeded to stress my overstretched arm. I cried in hurt swearing to stop following and to let her go wherever she wished if she released me. This unnatural submissive position for a man had my manhood rigid to my further distress. "Have you finished playing with your victim like a cat?" another woman"s voice spoke. I was aghast that somebody else was seeing me in this shameful degrading position. The heavy accent indicated that the newcomer was Indian and spoke English suggesting she was educated and not from this rundown area. A large pair of bare feet wearing sandals appeared before my face. I looked up as much as I could to see a fine red saree chequered with yellow squares and gold filaments over a red short-sleeved choli. A mature unforgiving broad severe face looked down at me in an offhand manner with her hands, adorned by numerous gold and silver bracelets, upon broad hips. She was hardly attractive with fleshy cheeks, a flabby chin and small brown hard-piercing eyes together with a short squat nose and a small thick-lipped mouth. A blood red bindi spot sat in the centre of her forehead close to the eyebrows while long jet black hair, gathered behind her head, was streaked with strands of grey that reflected the age in her creased hard-worn face. She resembled the traditional Indian "aunty" with a short plump figure and an extremely well endowed bust, grumpy face and a matriarchal attitude. "Kill him and let us go," she said harshly. "That is not how civilised people behave. He did not attack me or offer violence towards me, merely expressed a chauvinistic concern for my safety which I have corrected him." "Go, I wish a word with him then will catch you up. I will not kill him, I swear." I watched as her ladyship walked into the seedy street. As I got to my knees the unsmiling plump mature Indian aunty clenched her hand. I was shocked by how large and formidable looking that fist was atop a thick rugged powerfully tapered forearm that looked like it could cause a lot of damage. "Please aunty," I begged, fearing for my face and life. "I am not your aunty, my name is Meena." Reaching down, the short squat woman grabbed the front of my shirt with one hand then, to my amazement, effortlessly hauled me to my feet. As she did, I noticed how her bulky upper arms remained very solid as she pulled me to my feet rather than flabby as I would have expected for one so bulky. They also featured scary prominent rugged veins that were quite intimidating and not very feminine in nature. I knew some hard-working village women were strong due to their labour but were usually scrawny of build and few knew English. Still gripping the front of my shirt, the chunky aunty pulled my face close to hers to look into her hard chilling staring eyes. I was unsettled by the huge solid bulging mass of immense strength upon her upper arm yet had an inexplicable hardness in my loins. "Keep away from Lady Mary or I will break your neck like a twig," she told me in a deep voice full of menace. Terrified, I nodded my head numbly in compliance and was released. Turning to leave, I took one last look at the noblewoman and in alarm saw a group of rough looking men step out into the foul street behind her just as another group appeared from a hovel in front of her. "Your Ladyship! Look out!" Just as I took a step to go to her aid, a thick arm came over my right shoulder from behind, it"s weight and size taking me completely by surprise as it wrapped itself around my neck. Something immense and very solid swelled against my unprotected throat constricting my wind-pipe, causing me to choke. "If she needs your help, she will ask for it," Meena"s voice told me from behind. I clutched at the woman"s arm with both hands and utterly shocked by feeling nothing but a vast swelling mass of feminine skin over something iron hard and immense, wedged around my throat. I was stunned by the sheer enormity of her upper arm which barely fit between the bottom of my jaw and the top of my chest. The realisation that this could only be huge muscle of a size that made me feel weak and less of a man was a shock that was barely believable. The sheer power as it crushed against my neck made me truly fear for my life! My manhood was unexpectedly rigid at the shocking revelation. I was completely at this woman"s mercy and she could do whatever she wished to me with her immense unnatural strength. There was nothing that I could do except watch a large group of thugs surround the young mistress with a strange lurching slow moving menacing gait while the big-armed aunty kept me on the verge of passing out or choking to death. Unperturbed by the approaching men, the young lady in the long pleated dress and large bonnet calmly removed the parasol from her belt and gripped it firmly in her right hand around the middle with the handle pointing towards the ground. I was puzzled by this until suddenly she swung the heavy hooked handle upwards like a croquet mallet against the bottom of jaw of the nearest attacker. It struck with a loud crunch and his head flew back. Without pause and with the finesse of a fencer, her ladyship brought the handle down upon the top of the man"s head like a club. I heard the "aunty" holding me captive gasp an expletive as the man staggered a bit only to lurch forward to throw a punch towards the gentlewoman"s face! With quick reactions and gripping both ends of the parasol to present it vertically, the cultured lady blocked the blow. Seizing his right arm and using the parasol as a lever she forced him to bend forward. "HAI!" That strange shout made me flinch as the front of her long pleated dress flicked up while her knee, covered by the long dress and no doubt petticoats, rose sharply and drove straight between his legs to solidly pound his privates. My genitals lurched upwards in sympathy as if seeking the protection of my body cavity in fright. That cruel unrefined blow would have surely had me on the ground clutching my groin while I retched my guts out. However, I was shocked that the thug was totally unaffected while his companions continued to close in. "We have to help her. She is outnumbered," I gasped, barely able to breathe let alone speak in Meena"s big arm. "Stop them thinking or uttering the spell," the thick-armed woman squeezing my neck instructed her ladyship. As the man reached out again for the slender gentlewoman, she clouted him around the side of his neck with the hard handle. This affected him greatly in a strange disturbing jerking spasmodic way I had never seen before prior to falling to the ground senseless. Another thug stepped close to threw a punch. Lady Mary barely managed to raise the parasol with a hand at each end to hold it horizontal to block the blow. Spinning the shade around, she quickly drove it point-first into his throat. The man staggered back becoming more animated as he clutched his neck. Capturing his wrist and bending back his fingers, she spun around again and to my astonishment his body flipped into the air by her side. With a nonchalant air she, tossed him in a very fast forward spinning vertical circle in the air like a cartwheel before landing heavily on his back in the dirt. I was very impressed by this strange form of stick fighting and surprised that the young noble woman had mastered it. Retaining his right arm, the long dressed woman stressed it forcing him on his side. She shocks me again by brutally stomping down on the side of his neck. Disturbingly, the stern features of her face disappeared as it lit up with excitement from the combat. To see a man lying senseless at the feet of a woman who had put him there was strange yet I felt arousal for what I was seeing. Surrounding the young lady, the ruffians fended off another blow from the parasol and ripped it from her hands. "Please...help her" I croaked, barely able to speak or swallow. To my relief, the big brawny arm dropped away from my neck allowing me to bend forwards to soothe my throat while frantically trying to breathe normally. "I am inclined to agree, Persian," I heard Meena say. "But do not interfere. This is women"s business," she warned. While trying to catch my breath, I could only watch as the short squat mature woman in a saree walked without any hurry towards the outnumbered Englishwoman. As she did I was struck by the outlines of extremely large, wide calves visible through the cotton of the saree as it clung to them as she walked. Possessing wonderfully curved sides, they had a beautiful feminine appearance despite an overall air of immense power. I was particularly taken aback and aroused when they momentarily turned into very solid-looking dense heart-shaped slabs before vanishing into smoothness once more in an exciting movement as she walked. Any concern I felt about her ladyship"s position eased as she knocked aside another punch with her right hand then slammed the palm of her left hand forcibly against the assailant"s chin. At the same, she leant forwards to seize his left knee. Swiftly raising it to lift his foot from the ground, she simultaneously slammed back his chin with her left hand. To my amazement the thug was slammed upon his back upon the ground. He was a big heavy-looking man yet the slim petite weaker woman in a long dress had tossed him to the ground with ease! However there were too many of them and they began to overwhelm the heroic lady. Even as they tried to grab her arms to restrain her, her right arm flashed out to strike one of the felons solidly on the jaw with a loud sound of impact of knuckles against bone. In disbelief and a lurch of arousal, I watched as his head went flying back over his shoulders as he was felled like a tree. It was very unladylike to resort to fisticuffs but that he was floored by a single punch from a sleight feminine woman had such a latent power that I found profusely exciting. No further punches could be thrown as the thugs clung onto her arms. The squat bulky aunty in a saree had reached the attackers with a determined look upon her wide face. A thick right arm grabbed one of the men crowded around the Englishwoman and spun him around to face her. "HAI!" With a loud unnatural sharp shout that made me jump and reverberated from the decrepit hovels, the heavyset arm powered a large fist like a thunderbolt hard against his throat and with the ghastly sound of crushed cartilage, the thug"s head jerked back hard before his body collapsed limply to the ground. It was crude, brutal and unfitting for a woman yet my manhood lurched to see her floor a man with a single punch. "They do not feel pain. If you knock them out they will awaken and attack again. Death is a mercy for them," she told the younger woman. Before I had pondered Meena"s distasteful message I watched in amazement as, seizing the arm of an incoming punch and pulling it to one side, her saree flicked up at the hem revealing those large thick muscled yet excitingly shaped feminine calves that were only hinted at moments before. With an extreme limberness I never expected from such a squat heavily-built woman, a bare right leg kicked incredibly high and amazingly fast while light colourful cotton billowed around it. Her foot whipped around the side of his head with the leading lower edge of her shin slamming loudly against the side of his neck. I had never seen anyone high kick in a fight yet it seemed more fitting a woman than fisticuffs. It was astounding that she could kick so high yet all the more terrifying was that it was so strong that I clearly heard the gristly sound of his neck breaking before he collapsed to the dirty street. Sensing the new threat, some of the men broke away to face the mature Indian woman in a sari. The smile of anticipation upon her blocky wide face showed that she looked forward to further demonstration of her immense prowess in hand to hand combat. "HAI!" In a manner one did not expect for a heavily-busted mature aunty, her battle-cry preceded the hem of her saree flicking up as her right leg rose at tremendous speed bent at the knee then straightening faster than a viper"s strike. The meaty sole of a large bare foot thundered against the next man"s chest with such force that I saw his chest cave in with the snapping of ribs. Shockingly he still continued to attack her. Trapping his arm as he threw a punch at her face, she swung it low and hooked it with her left arm forcing him to bend backwards as she drove a knee into the middle of his back then dispatched him with a brutal downward punch to his exposed throat. Before she could release him, another grabbed hold of her from behind. "HAI!" The woman in the saree clenched her right hand and twisted her upper body sharply, swinging her elbow around. The edge of her mighty forearm struck the man forcibly on the side of his neck and his legs crumpled beneath him as he collapsed to the ground with his eyes shut and a relaxed expression on his face. As the buxom mature aunty spun to lay out another man with her dangerous fists, I felt sufficiently recovered to step towards Lady Mary to assist her. Restrained by the arms by two men, she suddenly lurched forward with the skirts of her long dress billowing around her legs breaking free of their grip. "HAI!" Although I had heard it before, the sharp shrill shout from an elegant lady was disturbing, causing me to stop in my tracks. Her long skirts fanned out as a leg unexpectedly kicked out behind her, rising high in a blur of speed towards the head of one of the men that restrained her. Once again I was startled at the incredible flexibility of someone of such high status. High-kicking like a chorus-girl with more brutal results, the sole of her shoe hammered the man"s throat with great violence. The force caused him to jerk suddenly backwards with his face a distorted grimace before going over backwards like a fallen tree. "HAI!" Spinning around quickly with her right arm raised before her chest and bent at the elbow which drove up fast in an uppercut to his jaw. I heard his jaws slam together violently with a gnashing of teeth as his face was driven clean over his shoulders before toppling to the ground, rendered from his senses. What strange ungodly power did these women possess to devastate a large number of men with strange shouts, high kicks, blows and the ability to toss men around as if they weighted nothing" They were like deadly dancers kicking and punching the men all around them yet remaining feminine and graceful. I had never expected to see such a thing and yet found it stimulating. As I passed by the squat aunty, the formidable woman had wrapped her thick arms around the neck of a man from behind. His neck looked tiny and vulnerable in the midst of those big arms which gripped it so tightly, his face had turned a nasty purple-red colour while his hands tugged uselessly at them seeking release. Suddenly she twisted his head sharply accompanied by a horrendous gristly sound of snapping tortured bone and sinew. I had to hold back the bile as the fearsome sari-clad woman callously discarded the lifeless body with his head flopping unnaturally as he fell. Sickened by what I had just seen, I rushed to give her ladyship aid and had to stop quickly as a man came hurtling though the air towards me from over the shoulder of the primly dressed young lady as she leant forwards. Taking the full weight of the man upon her slender back while remaining elegant and feminine, I was amazed as she launched him within the blink of an eye. She made throwing the much larger and heavier man so seamless and effortless I found my rod lurching for this strange unexpected unarmed fighting power both women were displaying. Straightening up Lady Mary saw me but did not seem pleased. "Come your ladyship, we must leave this place," I urged. I was surprised when she grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands and the long pleats swirled as her right leg rose to plant the sole of her shoe against my stomach. I cried out in alarm as she suddenly fell backwards and pulled me with her. It felt strange to be falling towards her grace with her foot in my stomach but I was concerned about hurting her when I landed upon her. It all happened so fast, I was falling towards her and caught a glimpse of her stern face beneath me when her right leg straightened carrying my body quickly over her. Then I was propelled away through the air at incredible speed with the street spinning around me as my body flipped over. I cried out as my back hit the ground and pain lanced along my back. "I told you to stop following me," I heard Lady Mary"s ungrateful voice. I lay stunned trying to understand what happened. How had a woman thrown me like that" Surely it was not possible! What kind of trickery was this" Yet she had and it made me feel weak and less of a man. Unfamiliar emotions went through me and although I was not a fighter, her surprising superiority at it made my trouser-sword rigid! Getting to her feet took some effort in such a long dress, allowing two more men to grab the lady from behind. "Oh for goodness sake!" she exclaimed in an exasperated tone. "HAI!" Her left arm drove back bent at the elbow hammering the point into the pit of one man"s stomach. It was shocking to see him crease up instantly but I am puzzled as she holds up her right hand before her chest, with the fingers straight and held against each other. "HAI!" Another unnerving shout as her hand becomes a blur as it arcs around horizontally towards the other man"s lower stomach. The edge of her dainty hand struck like an axe chopping a tree and just as loud. His cheeks swelled as the air from his lungs filled his mouth before expelling it and he too folded over before the cultured lady. The first man was already straightening up and the elegant lady"s right arm folded once more across her chest with the hand still shaped like an axe. "HAI!" The arm straightened in the blink of an eye to chop the side of his neck with the edge of her hand. It was a hard blow and with a look of smugness, her ladyship watched as his body shook as if having a fit then collapsed. He was rendered senseless in a manner that was strange and mysterious to me. She turned to face the other man who also unnaturally began to stand back straight. "HAI!" Again the young lady"s arm swung like an axe, the edge of her dainty hand chopping solidly in a brutal manner across his throat. The sound was nasty and unpleasant as if his windpipe had been crushed by her small hand. Clutching his neck with his eyes wide in an expression of surprise and pain he too collapsed to the ground aside his companion at the feet of the young noble woman. The surprisingly capable young aristocrat glared at me so intensely, words failed me. "HAI!" The strange sharp cry unnerved me. Clenching and raising her fists before her as if to fight, the pleated hem of her long skirt flicked up as her right knee rose before her level with her hips. I was shocked as amongst the layers of billowing skirts, a booted right foot whipped up towards me. It struck the centre of my chest with a strength out of all proportion to her delicate and feminine appearance. A powerful kick, as if she had wielded a hammer, sent me flying backwards through the air with my breathe vacating my lungs. How was it possible for such a feminine woman in a long dress to kick strong enough to lift a man from his feet and send him speeding through the air to crash heavily against the ground raising clouds of dirt" "I do not need assistance from a man, Mister Priest. So I strongly suggest you mind your own business!" she scolded. I laid in the street struggling to breathe, feeling disgraced and usurped that these two women were far more able to protect themselves from these thugs than I as a man, the rightful protector. At the mention of my name, all of the strangely moving thugs stopped then turned as one to face me. "The descendant of the accursed Priest must become one with us," they said in Hindi in unison then began to walk towards me! "They are leaving us be, let us go," I heard Lady Mary told the squat Indian aunty. I couldn"t even get my breathe back let alone get up to fight these men. "Do you know the name of this Persian?" I heard Meena ask her ladyship who told her. "Leave him. He is only serving class," Lady Mary said with the prejudge of the ruling elite. "Is that what I am?" the Indian woman said with a heated tone. "If you want to continue your education with us, you will help me save me. We take him with us." "But he is a man!" "I am well aware of that but he could be important." Me" important" I did not think so but was grateful for the scary aunty"s help. I tried to scramble to my feet at the men closed in but was too breathless to avoid them laying hands on me. Restrained, another approached offering up an unclean bottle to my lips that I clenched tight. "Drink the sacred blood of the demon." "Do not let a drop pass your lips!" Meena commanded as the man tried to force a filthy bottle into my mouth. Quickly coming up behind him, the heavy-built mature woman seized his wrists and pulled both his arms behind him in a V shape. "HAI!" The hem of her saree jerked as her right knee rose to chest height. For an instant I caught sight of large wide flaring calves as her foot kicked forwards at tremendous speed. The sole of her foot pounded the middle of the man"s back with powerful impact. His body tried to whip forwards towards my chest but was restrained by his wrists. There was a loud cracking noise of bones breaking but still the man remained standing. "HAI!" Meena delivered a sharp stomp kick to the back of his left knee which broke audibly as he collapsed to the ground. Even then he still tried to get up. Her right knee rose, causing the saree to fan out "HAI!" The sole of her foot stomped downwards. Blood sprayed out from a grisly cracking nose and smashed face as her foot hammered down with barbarous power which drove his head sharpy back over his shoulders that surely his neck broke too. Nearby with a self-satisfied expression of hauteur, the young mistress pushed a hand under the upper arm of one of the men restraining me. Grabbing her other wrist she pushed down towards the ground while raising her elbow forcing the man to bend over almost double before her. There was something very exciting about a woman in a long elegant dress subjugating a man before her. Against all logic, he kept fighting the hold and didn"t even cry out when he audibly broke his own arm in her grip. "I told you. Knock them out or break their necks," Meena told her as she pulled the other man off me. I turned to see the squat woman had his head pulled right back by the roots of his hair then formed her right hand into that strange blade shape with fingers straight. "HAI!" That loud shout makes me jump as the hand slashed down, striking his exposed throat with the edge like an axe. A sickening crack accompanies the loud sold sound of the blow and he falls down lifeless. I am sickened by the brutality and brought low by needing to be protected by a couple of women in long skirts. That they could devastate such a large group of men with no weapons other than their hands and feet leaving so many men laying around unmoving on the ground was highly arousing although also made me nervous and a little afraid. "There is no excuse for extreme force," her ladyship exclaimed. Standing behind another man, her right arm was held tight across his throat while her other hand pressed upon the back of his head. She had to stretch up to accommodate his greater height yet his face indicated discomfort as he struggled to escape her arms which were like a noose around his neck. Was she trying to strangle him" "Most men will disperse in the face of a woman who fights back. Especially one more capably than they." "These are not most men," the older woman remarked. To my surprise, the man began coughing and spluttering before finally collapsing to his knees with the gentlewoman bending forward. With an indifferent expression, she kept her strangling arm tight while her other hand kept his head firmly pressed forward. In astonishment, I saw the man twitch and jerk then fall asleep while the lady in the long dress continued to hold the choke a few seconds longer before opening her arms. As he fell forwards, asleep at the feet of the cultured lady there was a mighty lurch in my loins of the type that I had never felt so strongly before. I had never seen such a thing! How could a woman render a man senseless without striking him" I could not understand what I had seen but it was immensely stimulating. There was no time for Lady Mary to gloat in her victory as, despite his broken arm, the other thug grabbed her from the front around the waist. "HAI!" Her knee shot up with tremendous velocity as the dress unfurled striking him in his manhood with such force that it caused my groin to ache in sympathy, for it was a frightening and unladylike blow. Yet shockingly it had no effect upon him. "HAI! HAI!" Her covered knee flew up again with the long dress fanning out elegantly to strike his belly then face rapidly in quick sequence. The sounds of the blows caused by her knee were loud and powerful and I knew that they would have destroyed me utterly yet despite the jerks of his body caused by the strong punishing impacts the man straightened up once more to seize her waist again. "Now will you do as I instructed," Meena scolded. The young mistress raised her hands to the man"s neck and began to squeeze the tendons running down the sides. I could not comprehend what she was trying do but was shocked when he roared out a protest and began to sway unsteadily. Suddenly he flung his arms up knocking away her hands and raised his own to strangle her swan-like neck. I stepped forwards intending to help but the sari-wearing woman blocked my way with her fists raised as if ready to box me. "She doesn"t need your help," she told me in a hard tone and a stern glare that chilled me. With a look of resignation, the resourceful debutante slipped a hand around the back of the base of the man"s skull with fingers splayed while the other hand clamped onto the underside of his chin. To my shock and horror she sharply twisted his face to one side with an almighty crack then let the man fall lifeless to the street. I looked around with mixed feelings at so many bodies littering the street, the handiwork of these two women"s deadly unarmed combat skills, the likes I had never seen before. "The way they moved, they did not feel pain. They must have been mentally ill," Lady Mary exclaimed. "In England we look after such people in asylums. Not break their necks!" "We too have such unfortunates and care for them in our families," Meena replied as a small group of village women in saris appeared and began removing the bodies under her supervision. How they had been summoned I did not know. "We do not torture them to a long lingering death with electrical devices," she added. "Where was your mercy a few moments ago?" her ladyship asked. "They were just poor mentally unbalanced men". "They were possessed by demons," I found my voice. "What heathen superstitious claptrap," the heiress scoffed. "The Persian speaks the truth," the aunty surprised me. "Your Western lack of connection with the natural world as a price for your greed blinds you. There is no cure to their affliction but death." "Demons are real. Did you not hear the way they spoke through the possessed men?" I added. Meena looked at me and nodded in agreement. "I must report this," I muttered. "Tell them we were attacked." "You will do no such thing," Meena told me. "The bodies will be removed within a few minutes." "But..." Before I could voice my object, the large woman raised her right arm in line with her broad shoulders with a fearsome fist clenched that I feared would punch my face. Instead I was puzzled as she bent the thick brawny forearm until it was vertical. I marvelled at the thick dense planes of it and the thick wrist which made the forearm look frighteningly strong. It occurred to me that this Indian aunty could easily overwhelm me in arm-wrestling with forearms like those which cause an unexpected stiffening in my groin. I also noticed the thick slopes from the back of either side of her neck to the back of her shoulders. Never had I seen their like before on a woman yet they added to the sense of power of this remarkably built aunty. The formidable looking forearm continued to bend inward bringing the large fist closer towards the side of her head. Although I had earlier felt the size and power of her arms when she had me in a headlock, I now gasped in utter stupefaction to see a substantial mound solidifying and growing on top of her thick upper arm. At the same time, another noticeable bulge swelled downwards beneath her upper arm in a hard-looking but beautifully formed curve. The mound on top became so massive that it threatened to rip the short sleeves of her choli which could barely contain it"s mighty girth. I swear that a short squat mature Indian woman stood before me wearing a finely made saree flexing a massive peaked arm muscle that resembled a dense mountain top erupting from her choli. It was far larger than any man I had seen and certainly put my arms to shame! Her arms were the most immensely powerful thing that I had ever set eyes upon and in their presence I felt weak and diminished as a man. However I was surprised by the strong reaction of my loins as my trouser rod stiffened to such an extent that it was painfully constrained inside the confines of my pants. Neither could I ignore that the saree hugged the contours of an extremely large bust, which seemed to get firmer and rise with each massive orb becoming more rounded and distinct at the front of her choli. The combination of such ultimate feminine allure, which made it clear that this was no man in a saree, and such extreme muscle had a potent impact upon my primal urges, making it throb with a strange but strong lust. "I will not repeat myself." she stated with a meaningful glance at her powerfully packed arm. "Yes, Meena," I replied breathing heavily and rapidly while feeling totally cowed, overawed and highly aroused by such mighty muscle and such large breasts. As that powerful peak rose so did my manhood although she was hardly attractive, those large feminine muscles together with her huge bust stirred strong lewd feelings that I had never experienced before. How she had beguiled me thus, I did not know. "Oh Meena!" I groaned, debasing myself before that intimidating peak of power. Overwhelming lust filled my loins with a desire, the strength I had never previously experienced. "Please can I feel it?" I was shocked by the pitiful begging sound of my voice. Chuckling, the powerful squat woman nodded her head indicating her raised arm. Tentatively I placed a trembling palm upon the large dense peak, stunned by the feeling of solid mass beneath soft warm curvaceous feminine skin. I was awed that her arm muscles were many times the size of my own which me feel puny and insignificant before her yet my balls tightened and my trouser sword soared in stiffness to a level that it never had before. Adoring the feel of the top of the hard peak beneath my hand, I could not stop feeling the big mountainous muscle beneath my palm. "Try and get your hand around it," she suggested I spread my fingers as wide as I could yet could not even encompass their breathtaking height! "Oh Meena, they are amazing!" I told the remarkable muscle woman in a saree in a voice full of sexual desire I kept feeling that herculean mountain with rising arousal while she smirked in amusement at my reaction. "If that is how you react to one of my arms how about both?" she chuckled. The amazing aunty raised her other arm and flexed that in the same way. So much hard bulging muscle on a woman! It made her seem even more potent, stretching both short sleeves while her massive heavy bust rose higher up her chest and seemed to get larger! The sight of so much feminine brawn and bust totally overwhelmed me that I became besotted with the mature woman flexing such large muscles in a saree! The conflicting images of huge muscles larger than a man while wearing such feminine attire sent me over the edge. "Oh Meena, I want to worship you for eternity!" I groaned, insane with desire. Running my hands over that perfect body of womanly strength while longing to kiss her yet too afraid of her reaction, I inadvertently dislodged her shoulder veil. The sight of the enormous shapely breasts, like two rising moons at the front of her choli was arousing enough but my eyes and hands were drawn by what was beneath the overhanging bust. Instead of the big flabby belly I expected, her stomach was firm and bumpy with a grid-work of large oddly-shaped slabs stacked either side of a central groove set in a kind of raised triangular shape which pointed down towards her crotch. With one hand running over that solid bumpy surface, the likes I had never seen before on a woman, and the other still adoring the massive muscle mountains upon the top of her arm I shamefully lost all control of my decency. Unable to comprehend the base attraction to this woman"s astonishing physique, I could not stop myself moaning loudly while frantically thrusting my hips, spilling my seed in strong multiples waves that dampened the front of my trousers while draining my vitality. "Disgusting!" Lady Mary"s sophisticated upper-class tones expressed her opinion of my undignified behaviour. "Who is toying with their prey now" Put the pervert out of his misery and let us be off." "Did you not see the possessed stop attacking us when you said his name and went after him instead?" the strong woman I had disgraced myself for replied. "He could be of an important line. We will take him to the temple for the High Priestess to decide." Drained and exhausted I came to my senses utterly humiliated by my irrational action and hung my head in shame. "I"m deeply sorry and ashamed of my?", Before I could continue my apology, Meena seized my right wrist and forced my hand quickly into the air. Turning around before me in a flurry of brightly coloured flowing cotton, she raised my hand high. Swinging it down fast before me, I was shocked as my feet left the ground as my body flipped forwards in a dizzying somersault, spinning in the air by the woman"s broad side to land heavily upon my back on the dirt before her feet. The frightening mature strong woman had retained my arm by the wrist and bent my hand back painfully to force me to scrabble to my knees. I was shocked as a large rugged arm pulled up the front of her saree right before my face to expose the thickest pair of legs that I"d ever seen. Once again, as with her arms, where I had expected big flabby legs they were immense and very solid looking, flaring out in wide curves with the suggestion of large hard masses beneath the skin. The overall impression was of fearsome strength even more powerful than her mighty arms! I was terrified at the sight right before my face. Without warning she pulled my face up between her huge wide towering thighs towards her crotch which, to my disgust, was bare and hairy. Before I could object, my head was bent back upon my neck to look up at this unlikely goddess as she stepped forwards. My arm was released as her Brobdingnagian thighs closed around the sides of my neck. Terrifying crushing power bore down upon my neck which seemed puny by comparison to her fearsome thighs. Clenching my teeth against the insane pain, my hands clutched in panic at the sides of her upper legs. I was staggered at the distance that my hands were kept apart by their massive girth as well as how solid they were. As my hands explored her outer thighs in awe I was staggered by the hard swelling shapes of rock-like covered by smooth feminine skin and knew that this woman had leg and arm muscles far larger than most men. That was confirmed as those huge legs exerted a terrifying inwards force upon my neck that made me blind with blurred vision in an instant while I could not help cry out against the pain. The agony was so intense I was blindly thrashing my legs out behind her, supported only by my trapped neck which remained firmly wedged between her massive swollen muscular thighs. I tried to tug at them but their thick girth made that impossible and they were as immobile as stone pillars. "Break his neck and be done with it!" I heard Lady Mary"s voice. As my palms felt the solid slabs of female muscle crushing my neck, I was dumbfounded that my manhood was once more fully erect so soon after spilling my seed and pushing up the front of my trousers like a tent for her ladyship to see! As the big aunty"s legs continued to overwhelm me with her immense leg muscles while crushing me into extinction I could not understand why I had become so aroused. "So virile!" I heard her chuckle. "A hard man is so good to find, isn"t that right Lady Mary?". I heard her grace give a snort of disgust. Unbelievably Meena"s legs grew even wider and harder. I feared my neck would surely snap as my senses were sent spinning to oblivion as I screamed myself hoarse. My eyes opened to a confusing sight. Where was I" I remember being in a shanty street but now seemed to be in the midst of a forest. How did I get here" "About time too!" a cultured female voice spoke English. A young well-dress lady stood close by watching me from beneath a parasol with a bemused expression. "You will stay here until Meena returns," she told me in a cold tone. "Although I expected you would be wholly brain damaged by that standing scissor-hold." The aloof aristocrat turned on her heels and began to walk away. "Move from that spot at your own risk," she warned over her shoulder. The sight of Lady Mary caused the memories to return as well as of my ignominy with the short squat mature Indian woman. In great awe and further humiliation, I realised that the scary aunty must have carried me all the way here, where-ever here was! Her strength and stamina must be phenomenal! I never knew women like her existed. My eyes followed the English lady as she went through a gap in the shrubbery. With my curiosity getting the better of me, I crept forward to find myself on the edge of a large clearing in front of a platform of masonry built against a ridge of large boulders with ornate roofs supported by fluted columns. The detail of the carvings that adorned it suggested the devotional religious feel of a temple. Lined up along side opposite were over 50 girls of various ages, mostly teenagers, wearing shalwar kameez. That is black shalwars, trousers, wide at waist which narrow to a cuffed bottom held up by a drawstring causing them to become pleated around the top. Over the top was a red kameez, a long tunic with a long chaak, a narrow opening at the sides allowing greater freedom of movement. A long black dupatta, scarf, around the neck hung diagonally from right shoulder to around their left hips. They also wore wide coloured belts tied around their waists in a large knot at the front with long ends dangling down. I had never seen their like before and wondered why these were not a uniform colour but different colours such as red, blue, yellow and black. At first I thought they were doing some form of spiritual calming exercise until they began, in perfect synchronisation, making the same disturbing sharp shouts I had heard earlier from Meena and her ladyship, while vigorously punching the air before them with their fists. "HAI! HAI!" The sound was unsettling from the mouths of girls so young yet mesmerising to watch. Were these women training an army of children to resist the British" Unable to stop watching as the girls kept shouting as one in a steady rhythm and punching the air with gusto, I kept imagining what it would like to be on the receiving end of those punches for most of the girls seemed to be punching pretty hard. A rustle in the bushes behind me startled me and I turn around to be confronted by an older girl similarly dressed as the others. Short of stature, petite and slender with an attractive small oval face, long convex nose, full sensual short length lips, good complexion, her slender dark brown eyes penetrating and full of allure. With her long jet black hair pulled away from the forehead on either side and tied behind the back of her head, this was a girl on the verge of becoming a desirable young woman. "Men are forbidden here," she spoke in a strong clear voice full of confidence and not imitated by a taller larger man. "Meena and Lady Mary brought me here," I explained. With a fast swish of fabric, her arms came up with fists raised and long slim legs astride in an aggressive stance. "Now come on," I chuckled, amused by her feisty attitude. "HAI!" The unexpected loud sharp shout caused me to freeze as the girl pumped a balled fist at her hip while the other flew out in a blur of motion. She was so fast! I had hardly blinked when a small fist slammed into my chin like a hammer blow. The impact was so astonishingly strong that my head jerked back hard with my vision blurred and senses disorientated. "YAH!" Another swish of fabric as her hands swap positions then a streak of motion. A loud sound signals her fist striking my jaw painfully with surprising force, making it ache. In horror I find myself staggering backwards in a daze into the clearing. The slender petite girl follows with a predatory smirk. "You think women are weak and can be stolen for your pleasure" HAI! YAH!" Her small fists strike twice in the blink of an eye like lightning and land like thunder, bruising and hurting my jaw. My head snapped back so fast I felt my legs wobbling as I was driven further into the clearing to the humiliating cheers of the other girls who had stopped their exercise to watch! "Even the youngest acolyte can defend themselves from the servants of perverted rich men." That raised a loud cheer from the girls watching my humiliation. It was humiliating enough to be attacked by a girl but I couldn"t bring myself to hit a woman let alone a young girl. "HAI! YAH!" Her battle-cry so terrified me that my right arm lashed out before I realised it. However with astounding speed, her right arm whipped up to block the blow then seized my wrist in a surprising grip of steel while clenching her other fist by her side. "HAI!" With my right arm blocked in the air, I saw the girl"s left fist speed towards me with terrifying speed. Small knuckles struck my jaw like the hammer of the Gods, blasting it so hard that I saw stars as my head whipped back over my shoulders. Staggering backwards with an aching jaw, my legs turned to jelly and in horror I fell to the ground. If I thought I had enough humiliation by combative women for the day, it sunk to new levels to be humbled by a mere teenaged girl. The cheers of the large crowd of watching girls made my face burn in abject shame. As my head cleared I became aware of lanky slender legs all around and looked up to see myself surrounded by a wall of serious-faced young girls looking down at me. A swift swish of their uniforms made me flinch as in unison they stiffly pressed their right fists into their left palms and bowed to me in a sort of challenge or was it just mocking my defeat" It was rather militaristic and made me uneasy. "You believe the tales of extreme sexual prowess and think the younger ones incapable of fighting back" Think again," the attractive older girl told me. "What?" I exclaimed rubbing my sore jaw. "I honestly do not know of what you speak. I was brought here by Meena and Lady Mary. I am a guest." As I got to my feet under the stony glare of the young woman and the other girls, I noticed a wide black belt tied around her waist and wondered whether the different colours denoted some kind of rank or prowess" "Let us show him what we do to intruders. With our feet!" "HAI!" The sound of 50 or more girls shouting a sharp battle-cry as they surrounded me in a wide circle was alarming and startled me. Staring at me in firm confidence, the slim right legs of the circle of girls flashed up in unison to kick before them with great flexibility and to a remarkable height. I cried out as small bare feet pounded my head and all parts of my body from all sides with shocking power like lots of small hammers striking at once. Not that they were gentle blows for, despite their size and youth, their kicks were extraordinarily strong and stung like I was being stoned with rocks. The kicks to my head left it ringing internally like a bell with my eyes blurring and feeling disorientated and shaken while impacts to my body bruised and shook it like mini-earthquakes. Everywhere I turned, girls kept high-kicking with remarkable stamina and without mercy. They kept making those scary shouts as their legs kept flying up high like crazed dancers to hammer around my head and upper body like a hailstorm. I wondered why their small bare feet hurt me so much yet did not seem to harm their soles in return. The constant pounding gave me no time to think. Bare soles repeatedly bruised my lips and mashed my mouth against my teeth while others slammed against my cheeks so hard I feared they might break. My face was whipped this way and that while blood flowed freely from my damaged nose and mouth. No matter how I turned, I could not escape the strong athletic high kicks that were destroying my face and bruising my body. These young girls were fast and dangerous with their slim kicking legs and I was afraid. "HAI!" A limber side-ways high-kick came into my vision from the side to pound across my bruised lips and the bottom of my broken nose. The strong kick blasted my head backwards like a football into a goal, almost snapping my neck. "HAI!" An extraordinary long flexible leg whipped around the side of my head to slam the top of a foot against the back of my head with such force that it made me stagger blindly forwards. "YAI!" I did not even see the rising foot until it struck my face with such force that it snapped my head right back in an explosion of bright flashing lights and pain. Three fast strong kicks knocking me back and forth like a cork in a stormy water. The next thing I felt was agony flashing along my back as it struck the ground hard. Lying there, face down, my body battered and bruised while my face was a throbbing mess of agony with a deflated masculine ego listening to the cheers and laughter of the young girls who had defeated me with their feet. "A grown man cannot handle so many trained girls at once," the older girl declared. "I do not fight women," I gasped as girlish laughter made my ears burn. "Then you better learn quick for we show no mercy to intruders." "I am a guest, I tell you," I insisted forcing myself to my feet, groaning at the aches and pains in my battered body. "One at a time would be fairer but I still think you would have no chance." "Go and check with Meena," I told her. "I do not take orders from a man!" she stated angrily. "HAI!" I now knew that terrible cry meant a battering and pain. With deep shame, a grown man scared of a girl, I threw up my arms to block the frighteningly fast kick that streaked up towards me. Horrified I saw the blur of motion that was her long limber leg arc around the side of my raised arm before the top of her foot hammered the side of my face. For one so young and pretty, the brutal impact was forceful, squashing up my cheeks painfully and distorting my mouth while whipping my face blindingly fast from one side to the other, scrambling my senses and leaving the iron taste of blood in my mouth as the inside of my lips cut against my teeth. The force of the kick caused me to stagger back but moving fluidly as if in a single motion and faster than I could react, the teenaged girl seized my right wrist in a surprising strong grip then twisted my arm forcing me to lean forwards. "HAI!" I want to jump in fright but cannot because of the pain it puts on my trapped arm and cry out as her elbow pounds down between my shoulder blades. "YAH!" I watched helplessly, crying out in alarm as her right leg rose bent at the knee then unfurled in a heartbeat to slam the top of her shin across the middle of my stomach. The blow was unbelievably strong for such a long slender leg and my breath vacated my lungs noisily as my body tried to crease right over before her but was restrained because of the hold she had on my arm. "Even the youngest girl here could defeat you easily," she sneered as I reeled from the devastating blows. The mocking laughter of the other girls was humiliating. After my arm was released and I forced myself straight, I found a smaller girl facing me eagerly facing me with her legs astride and hands raised with fingers straight in an unusual fighting stance. She looked so cute and determined that I couldn"t help a smile. "Come on you are just a "." "HEE!" I nearly jumped out of my skin at the ungodly sound as her knee twitched then shot up straight between my legs. I howled at the agony flaring in my groin as her small knee pounded my manhood like she had driven a hammer at them. For such a little girl the blow was hard, brutal and hurt like hell. I felt the bile rise into my mouth and it was all I could do not to collapse to my knees and throw up. With tears in my eyes and hunched over the horrible throbbing ache in my groin, the little girl"s low blow had disabled me in pain, only able to watch as another petite slender girl appeared before me with a cheeky look of mischief. "Please no," I was begging to a little girl for mercy! "HIA!" A long thin limber leg kicks out at a frightening speed and the bare sole of her tiny foot pounds the centre of my chest like a cannon ball. I wail loudly as my breath spills from my lungs while staggered to feel my feet leave the ground momentarily under the deceptive power of her kick. Stumbling as I land, I manage to remain upright although staggering backwards while struggling to find my breath. Barely recovered, a sweetly smiling girl steps forward to grab my right arm then turns her back on me. Pulling my arm over her slim shoulders forced me right up close to her slender back while she bent sharply forwards. A small firm backside thrust into my groin causing a reaction I did not want as momentarily my trouser rod went absolutely rigid as I had to go onto my toes. In disbelief, my feet were torn from the ground as the small girl sturdily took my much larger bodyweight upon her petite back before going flying over her shoulder. Everything whipped past so fast that I felt dizzy but sensed myself flipping over in the air. Within a blink of an eye, a cute small girl had thrown me clean over her shoulder and cried out in pain as my back once more slammed upon the ground. Groaning in agony with an aching back, I wanted to run away from these young girls and their unnatural fighting ability. Young girls should not be able to kick a grown man"s head and throw him around like a rag-doll! Getting back to my feet with their mocking laughter taunting my inability to stop them, I began to run towards the forest where I had entered the clearing. Swerving to avoid girls as their tried to stop me, they were laughing as if it were just a game. However there were too many of them to avoid and although small they were fast and nimble. "HAI!" A shout close to my side startled me as a svelte long-legged girl launched a low fast kick that hammered my upper leg with such strength that it almost knocked it away from under me. I yelped as the bruising impact stopped me in my tracks and left me barely able to hobble allowing the others to catch up. "HAI!" Another lissome girl stepped close, her slender knee rising high before her as she spun around fast before me. Before the spin had completed, her foot sped out behind her in a terrifying blur that flashed towards me. Searing pain bloomed in my belly and ripped outward as the sole of her small bare foot struck my gut and plunged deep speeding through my internals. At the same, the sheer brutal power of the young girl"s kick lifted me clean off my feet and once more sent me hurtling through the air backwards while creased double in breathless agony. Once more on the ground crippled with severe stomach cramps and unable to move let alone breathe I realised that these nimble lithe girls were more than able to kill me and feared that they would! I saw the legs of the giggling girls as they closed in on me and feared that they would stamp me to death with their deadly feet. Out of sheer fright I managed to force myself to me feet to try to flee but was so badly beaten that I watched helplessly as a lithe long-legged older girl stepped forwards and span around very quickly, a limber leg rising fast as she did. Spinning so fast I never saw the danger until it was too late. The raised leg stretched out behind her with amazing flexibility and the sole of her foot pounded against my face. The juddering impact obliterated my nose and mouth while making my head ring and pushing my head right back over my shoulders. In horror I felt my legs to jelly then gave way and I collapsed back to the ground. In excruciating pain from head to toe and terrified of these dangerous children, I scrambled as best I could under what resembled a line of crude stone benches close by. Each consisted of two large rocks upon either end supporting a flatter slab which formed the seat. I felt safe beneath the nearest one, even when I saw the short slim legs of a girl approach the front of the bench then stop. "HAI!" I flinched at that dreadful loud sound but felt safe beneath the thick stone slab that formed the seat. Suddenly the rock above me exploded into many fragments that began to fall in on me. As it did, I got a glimpse of the face of the girl above and was shocked to see a petite girl had broken the slab with the edge of her hand! Terrified with the awesome power in her small slim hands fashioned like blades, I quickly slid beneath the next bench amid falling stone to avoid her using them on me. I felt trepidation as a skinny pair of legs appeared at the front. "HAI!" In horror, I saw the thick stone bench disintegrate above me and a pretty young girl with a fierce stare standing there clearly having punched her small fist right through solid rock with no ill effects on herself! No, no, this was not possible! I thought to myself as I quickly darted to beneath the next bench as broken stone rained on me. "HAI!" The bench immediately smashed to pieces by the bare foot of another girl! How could someone break solid rocks with their hands or feet let alone a young girl" I am absolutely terrified at the unnatural power of these girls. It is not right that they teach young girls such ferocious fighting skills. I was so frightened of these lethal girls that I fled in panic towards the forest. The older girl I had first encountered ran towards me and not wishing to encounter any more of these freakish girls I changed course to avoid her but she was fast and athletic. "HAI!" That shout paralysed me with fear and I stopped, unable to move any further watching in absolute astonishment as the girl suddenly leapt into the air and sped towards me. I was staggered by how high she had jumped, stretching out her right foot towards me with the other leg bent at the knee as she travelled through the air like a witch without a broomstick bearing a focused face of serenity and smugness. I was frozen to the spot and trembling with fright with the unreal athleticism of the young woman. It happened so fast that within a heartbeat the sole of a bare foot was right before my eyes then hammering right into my face with tremendous force that shook and hurt my entire face, and made my facial bones bend and ache. Her petite foot was a hammer whipping my head right back over my shoulders in a dizzying blur as everything faded to black which I welcome to escape the terrible pain. I found myself sprawled on my back upon the ground, with Meena tending the wounds and bruises upon my face. "I advised you not to move from where I left you," Lady Mary"s cultured tones made me look up into her arrogant face. "They made a right mess of your face. You have only yourself to blame." Her tone made it plain that she was far from displeased by the outcome. "The lad is curious," the stocky Indian woman spoke in sympathetic tones while dabbing the blood from my nose. "With his heritage he is no doubt confused by his reaction to women such as us." "Are you training an army of young girls?" I stammered. "No, we are training priestesses," she smiled. "Rich men desire them hence why our girls need to be able to defend themselves." She offered me her arm and helped me to stand. "Are you married, betrothed?" I shook my head to signal no to both, not liking the way the questions led. Sparing you the details, my astrological chart was drawn up by the Priestesses and a girl selected to be my bride. I was adamant that I would not let them choose a wife for me but they claimed she was a perfect match and also from a Zoroastrian family. Reluctantly I was led me to a private chamber to meet the one they had chosen. I surprised not only to find the older girl who had nearly kicked my face in earlier but we were left unattended! Introducing herself as Kashmera, she wore a simple off-white short sleeveless choli that was so short it failed to cover the underside of her blossoming breasts. A vast amount of mid-riff was exposed above a long elegant orange dress and I saw to my excitement that her slim waisted belly was not only taut and firm but featured a light grid-work of irregular shaped blocks separated by shallow grooves that moved in a sensual manner as she breathed. It was a less muscular version of Meena"s stomach and ignited strange fantasies that the physical training she underwent would in time develop a similar level of muscularity although I hoped hers would be more in keeping with her slender feminine figure. Her face had been made-up and she wore golden chains and small jewels. I found her beautiful and alluring, although I could not keep my eyes off her toned rippling stomach that moved in a constant sensual motion. A thin chiffon veil matching her choli was toyed in a teasing manner. "You will not seduce me," I regretted the words I had prepared earlier as soon as I cast eyes on her and that beautiful sensual ribbed belly. "Would you rather I batter you again in unarmed combat?" she teased with a pleasing smile. "Or perhaps we could wrestle on the mattress so that you can feel me overpower you?" The words made my manhood stiffen with the thought of getting to grip with this young woman, who I had learnt was 18. The scarf fell and entranced by her, I let her get close and found my body responding to gentle kisses to spots on my neck and face. "I may only be a novice but I know the special places to entice a man," she said in a soft sensual voice between kisses that made my ardour hard. The light fluttering touches of her lips upon my skin and her dark seductive eyes made it impossible to push her away or resist her. Soon her hands began to massage my hardness through my trousers and I could not stop my mouth from hungrily finding hers to kiss passionately. Suddenly my right leg was swept away by a kick and I was surprised to be thrown firmly to the mattress upon my back. Coming down on top she pinned my arms with her knees and looked down at me. "That was to remind you that I am trained to fight if need be," she smiled then began removing her clothes in a teasing fashion while keeping me pinned beneath her. The sight that was revealed had me instantly longing for her for it was slim, taut and beautifully toned with subtle hints of strength. Around her neck hung a necklace with an ebony pendant that nestled between her breasts of a warrior Goddess in her many-armed formed dancing in a circle of fire. "Anahita," I exclaimed in recognition. "Indeed, the sisterhood here are all devotees of the Goddess." Undressed, she laid on top of me and resumed giving me tantalising kisses while I felt her love nest provocatively slide back and forth over my crotch. I didn"t stand a chance against her seductions. She had the lithe young body of a Goddess and I desired it more than anything. "It"s so hard," she whispered in my right ear before running her tongue around it making me moan out loud in desire as my manhood lurched harder. "I can feel it. You want me don"t you?" she chuckled seductively. "Oh yes, Kashmera," I groan full of lustful yearning. "I am pure and untouched by man," she told me while driving me crazy licking around my neck, ears and mouth. "I will only make love to the man I wed," she teased me between kissing my face while undoing my flies and removing my trousers and pants. "Oh yes, please marry me, Kashmera," I begged, my senses controlled by my aching manhood. "Why John! What a surprise!" she teased. "Why of course I will." Squatting above my erect rod teasing it with the proximity of her love nest, I ached to get inside her. "My tight toned pussy is always bare, ready for combat," she stated. "An expert in the ancient art of pompoir." Before I could ask what that was, I gasped as she plunged onto my rod then rolled us both over so that I was lying on top. "We practice exercises that strengthen the love muscles so that we have total control over love-making. Go on, try to make love to me." Releasing my pent-up sexual frustration for this girl, I tried to buck my hips but found myself unable to move my rod. My member was held in a vice-like grip. Becoming concerned I tried to withdraw it but cannot for it was locked firmly inside. "You are going nowhere until I relax my love muscles," she chuckled at my predicament. "The exercises I practice have made them so strong they could snap your lingam. So you better not give me cause, my betrothed," she teased. I know that you do not to hear such unpleasantness but what these young woman were taught to perform in the bedroom was just as unreal as breaking rocks with their hands and feet. I discovered later that only the girls in their late teens start learning these exercises. Locked together and reminding me that she was only a novice and had never practised on a real man before, Kashmera took complete control. Powerful muscles inside her love nest bulged and gripped my member in strong pulsating patterns of muscular movement. The squeezing rabbit, the milking squeeze and the cobra hold, she told me the names as I experienced extraordinary heightened levels of love making that pumped out every drop of seed then somehow massaged my rod hard again to continue. She told me how she looked forward to learning new techniques and practising them on me and I couldn"t comprehend what other incredible things she could do with her love nest. Now I understood why wealthy men desired these trainee priestesses and why they had to know how to defend themselves. As Kashmera repeatedly took me to ecstasy, her stamina was unbound whilst my heart raced uncontrollably and I sweated feeling quite ill as I became utterly exhausted. Seeing my distress, she stopped and caressed me gently. "I am only a novice. An experienced priestess can kill a man sexually if need be." The way I felt, I could well believe it and we lay panting and cuddling each other. I am an honourable man and we were married. I am truly in love with her for who she is and not just her fit strong body, ferocious unarmed combat skills and love-making skills that would make doing it with untrained women dull by comparison. Not that I would dare try to find out! I swear this fantastical tale may sound far-fetched but it is the truth and may Her Majesty have mercy on my soul. Case verdict: The man is clearly delusional, constructing perverse and sexual fantasies to justify his desertion. Line him up against the wall to be shot at dawn. Case closed. Case re-opened at TOP SECRET: Suspect to be released and monitored for evidence of sedition against British rule. The skills of these native fighting women sound similar to the case of the classified defeat of an entire squadron who were liberating the treasures of a heathen temple for Queen and Country. This fighting knowledge must not be passed to British women but is the preserve only of British armed servicemen. However I recommend to the Minster of Defence to set up a programme to investigate how ordinary women can become formidable fighters in unarmed combat under duress which would give us the element of surprise in future spheres of conquest and defence. I suggest the codename Project Gabriel.