The Case of the Pantyhose Society: The Taxi Driver
by Jimp based on an idea by Karate2hose
Elegant women in pantyhose use martial arts to get confessions from bad men


(c)Jim P 2015

Part 1: Madame Coralie

It was a dusky Parisian Friday night in late autumn when unattached women
unwound in bars after a long week's working for the system. The city types are
the best, loaded with money and unafraid to knock back pretty looking
cocktails that were deceptively stronger than they appeared. At the end of it
all, they would need a taxi home. That's where I come in. My name is Jacques
and I drive a cab for a living. I too liked to unwind on a Friday night and
find a bit of female fun, so here I was sitting in a dark corner in a bar
watching the women. There was a group of them at the bar. All were quite good
looking, chic and provocatively sexy as only French women can. By the look of
their stylish designer clothes I knew they were professional career women who
earned a good wage.

There was an attractive slim mature oriental possibly of Chinese or Hong Kong
origin in her late-50's with fine streaks of silver in her hair wearing a
smart stylish power business jacket with a tight pencil skirt and high heels.
Petite, slim and exotic perched on a stool with her legs crossed she projected
a smug air of authority. She was a lot older than I was looking for but she
had great legs that were sheathed in tan coloured nylons. Given her height and
build they were long and slim with hard pads of calve muscle. I think a bit of
calve muscle on a woman is very sexy and hers were just right, slim and
prominent enough to be feminine and not so large that she could be mistaken
for a man in a dress. I like my women to look like women. As I watched, she
crossed her legs causing the shapely calve to spread out as it rested on top
of the other knee. Next to her stood a taller younger woman possibly in her
mid-30's with a slender but slightly boyish yet pleasing figure. With very
short sandy blonde hair and a pretty cheeky youthful face she gave the
impression of a grown-up tomboy although her business suit dress was stylish
and expensive. Her skirt came down to just above the knees, but what I could
see of her legs were shapely and pleasing. They too were sheathed in tan
nylons, I now noticed that in fact all 6 of them did.

A tall eye-catching blonde of similar age was next. I'm 5 foot 9 and she must
be touching 6 foot. Quite beautiful her shapely figure was in proportion with
her height with breath-taking long legs under a tight knee-length pencil
skirt. Her long golden hair cascaded in elegant coiffured curls past her
shoulders. Stylish and chic, her face was finely exquisite with a sleek
slender nose, small blue eyes and mouth that was set in that arrogant look
that beautiful women have. Standing next to her was a chunky squat petite
brunette with short close-cropped hair. I was going to dismiss her as short
and fat except as she turned her face to speak with the others I saw she was
actually very attractive with a small youthful face with a small sleek nose, a
sensuous small pouting mouth and high cheekbones. She also wore spectacles
over her small eyes which gave her a sort of sexy secretary look. I'd say she
was in her mid to late twenties and it was also clear that she had a sturdy
upper body with a large firm bust. She too wore a smart business dress that
clung to her large sturdy yet feminine shaped frame. A knee-length skirt
prevented a good view of her legs but as she turned her back to me to speak to
the oriental I gasped at the size of her calves for they were truly enormous
with her high heels making large rounded defined slabs of muscle bulge out.
They were larger than I liked on a woman, yet they were definitely feminine
like a dancer's rather than those of some freaky muscle woman.

Next was a plump mature woman who must have been in her late 50's. Well
dressed in an expensive silk dress with a squarish reasonably attractive face
and short brown hair. Perched on a stool she wore top quality tan coloured
pantyhose on her short thick legs and large shapely calves. I was about to
dismiss her but as she turned side on to me, my dick stirred at the sight of a
phenomenal wide low hanging thrusting bust. As with the oriental, she was much
older than I would bother with except that huge bust would be fun to play
with.

I couldn't see the final member of the group very well as she sat on a stool
with her back to me, yet it was her that caught my eye and drew my attention.
Tall and willowy with an hour-glass figure, she had pale blonde hair that was
all puffed up and curly in some sort of perm stylishly cut around her ears and
falling just above the shoulder line. An expensive top of the range stylish
slim-line black leather jacket that came down to her hips was tailored to show
off her long slim shapely torso and shimmered sexily reflecting the light.
Below this was a matching black leather mini-skirt so tight that it clung
tightly to a small compact backside like it was shrink-wrapped. It was so
short that it exposed an eye-watering length of tan nylon right up to the top
of her thigh that made it clear that the sheer hosiery she wore were les
collants or pantyhose the Americans call them or tights to the English. As a
connoisseur of women I knew that, like the others, they were of the highest
quality, probably Wolford the most expensive brand in Europe. With her legs
folded at the knee I gazed in appreciation of her long slim perfect thighs.
Hanging down below the knee were long stylish boots which clung like a sexy
second skin to her long slim shins and beautiful semi-tear drop shaped calves.
Polished with a high sheen, the soles were low with a pointed metal toe and
wickedly high metallic stiletto heels. Suddenly in a ripple of light from her
leather skirt she crossed her legs, a movement so elegant and sensual that it
stirred my groin. She continued to chat to her friends while knocking back her
cocktails as did I my wine. The boots looked expensive made of soft-leather
that emphasised the shapeliness of her calves and feet elevated as they were
with a good 6 inches of heel. It was a gloriously sexy sight indeed and I was
content to sit there and watch her.

A few minutes later, the oriental said something and the blonde turned to look
my way. Merde! I was so shocked I forgot to look away. As hot as her legs
were, it was let down badly by her face which was long and plain, bordering on
ugly. Beneath a blonde fringe thick dark eyebrows sat low over small brown
eyes set in a cold hard gaze atop a wide nose and thick lipped mouth fixed in
a grim pout. Her cheeks were long and heavy and her chin too square. Apart
from a little lipstick she wore no make-up. Sacre bleu what a waste, I could
bear it no more and looked away. When I looked back to examine her friends the
ghastly blonde was now sitting side-on and I couldn't help noticing that her
figure from the side was just as impressive as from the back with a flat
stomach and a large firm ample bust protruding like a slinky leather clad
playthings on her chest. It was a stunning figure, just a shame about the
face. I tried to ignore her and select another more to my liking when the
leather-clad blonde stretched out her near-side leg and my eyes travelled the
amazing long slim pantyhose sheathed length down to those sexy slinky
form-fitting high-heeled boots. Wow she had sensational legs. I actually had
to force myself to look away and concentrate on the others. But as I sat there
sipping more wine, my eyes kept returning to that sexy lean leather clad woman
in boots, her long legs and tantalising figure. I ordered another bottle of
wine and watched the blonde sip more cocktails while chatting with the others.
The more I drank, the more I yearned for that body. I could always put a bag
over her head I suppose. Not that you'd see her face in the dark anyway. I
know that would be cruel but needs must.

Suddenly it must have been her round because she got off the stool and faced
the bar-tender to place the order. I stared at her wonderful hour-glass figure
from the broad shoulders tapering in on either side down her long leather clad
back to her narrow waist before sweeping out to a tight leather clad covered
arse. With a steady stiffening in my groin my eyes lustfully took in her legs
before I realised that she was looking back at me over her shoulder. Before I
could look away, she leant forwards to collect the drinks. Her skirt was so
short and tight that it rode up exposing the small firm rounded lower orbs of
her buttocks covered in tan nylon hose. ORRRRRR! BERDOING! In an instant I had
a boner of epic proportions. ORRRRRR! I just couldn't stop looking and lusting
at the back view of her. ORRRR! She had an absolutely sensational figure and
great legs and I desperately wanted to give her one or possibly more. I was so
hard that I no longer cared what she looked like. I just wanted to run my
hands up and down that sexy leather clad figure and get inside her pantyhose
and give her a good seeing to. So I stayed in the corner sipping my wine with
a real strong hard-on unable to take my eyes of the tall willowy leather-clad
blonde, her tan coloured hose and her sexy leather boots.

Half an hour later she got up to make her farewells, preparing to leave alone.
I quickly dash outside to wait by my cab. Finally she emerges onto the street,
the low street lighting helping to mask her features but not her figure or the
sexy clothes she wore. ?Taxi Madame?? I offer stepping forward. She accepts
and asks to be driven to a posh residential area close to Place Vend?me but I
have other ideas. By the time she notices that I have driven down a narrow
deserted alley, it is too late. ?This isn't the right direction. Where are you
going? Stop this car this instant? her voice is refined and quite low in pitch
giving it a sexy husky edge. She becomes more agitated as I centrally lock the
rear doors. I park at the end of the poorly lit alley and turn off the
ignition. Quickly getting out of the cab, I go to the rear door before
unlocking it with the remote on the key fob then opening it wide. Out comes
one long shapely high-heeled boot followed by the other reaching for the
ground as she swung around on the bench seat to exit like a lady. The leather
mini-skirt slid to the top of her long slim thighs as she moves towards the
door. The sight of the gusset at the apex of her legs inflames my lust. ?Oh no
you don't love? I give her shoulders a hard push intending to send her
sprawling onto her back so I could pull them down then take her.

Instead as her back hit the cushion she smoothly rolled up her legs in front
of her until those gloriously long thighs were almost touching her front with
the soles of her long shiny boots and heels pointing towards me. I saw the
reflective shine of metal soles but was distracted by the sight of the thick
coloured pad of her gusset peaking at the inside of the base of her legs like
an open invitation to plunge right in. PHROAR! I leant forwards to pull down
her hose. A sudden streak of reflected street light shot towards me. WHOP!
WHAM! ?Orrrrraghhhhh!? I wailed as both metal heels drive right into my navel
like hammered spikes closely followed the metal-plated soles like mallets
against my belly. My body creased forwards only to see those long legs
continuing to snap straight. A surge of feminine leggy power lifts me
completely off my feet, hurling me staggering across the pavement barely able
to keep my balance. ?Orrrragg orraggg!? I groan in agony at the sharp pain
trying to wind me watching helpless to stop the unattractive blonde stepping
from the cab.

She turns to walk back towards the main road, her long legs eating up the
distance with the leather skirt stretching tight in a tantalising manner while
her high-heels click-clack with sharp rapports echoing loudly in the alley.
Merde! I become alarmed she will reach the main street and flag down a
Gendarme patrol. Groaning, I force myself quickly to my feet and run after her
intending to give her a slap, and drag her back to the cab by her hair if need
be then spread her lovely legs and take her hard. ?Bitch!? I cry as I rush up
from behind and grab hold of the back of the soft leather jacket. Suddenly her
left elbow snaps up level with her shoulders and slams back towards the side
of my face. BLAM! my face whips around scrambling my senses with my left cheek
hurting. I barely register the tall lanky blonde spin around to face me. BLAM!
an open palm strikes right into the middle of my face violently jerking my
head upwards ?Argh!?. Something brushes swiftly up the insides of my thighs
then hammers into my balls like a cannon-ball. BLAM! ?Arghhhh God? she'd just
kneed me in the groin!. I like to think of myself as a tough guy but it had
all happened so fast. BLAM BLAM BLAM leaving me creasing over my aching balls
looking at the high-heeled leather boots as the snooty leather-clad bitch
stood over me. "How'd you like that taste of Krav Maga?? she laughed
contemptuously as I tumbled to the street clutching my aching balls. I had no
idea what she was talking about and looked up, along long feminine hose-clad
legs to a short leather mini-skirt with hands on her hips of her leather
jacket with a look of pure condescension. Usually they are scared witless but
this blonde vixen wasn't even afraid or attempting to run away. She stood
there so confidentially with arrogant smugness that I had a stirring of
strange excitement in my throbbing groin. So the ugly bitch with the hot bod
had taken a few self-defence lessons at one of the trendy classes for young
trendy women and thought she could take care of herself by elbowing me in the
face then kneeing my nuts. I wanted to teach her a lesson, show how useless
her self-defence lessons were in real-life. My dick became stiff despite my
throbbing balls at the thought of getting to grips with the snotty bitch,
overpowering her and taking her anyway. I liked a woman who tried to fight
back instead of just screaming and crying like a child. It made it much more
exciting and actually turned me on, so much so that all thoughts of my aching
balls disappeared as I launched myself at her and managed to get my hands
around her throat.

Instantly her neck thickened as she lowered it into her shoulders then her
fists shot up on either side before slamming down upon my elbows breaking my
grip. Her left hand shot towards me, slamming into the bridge of my nose and
stabbing her fingers into my eyes. ?Arhhhhh!? my eyes throbbed and watered.
Instinctively I lashed out with my fist in the general direction of her face.
?Yah!? her forearm slammed vertically into my elbow numbing it as it knocked
my arm away. I caught a glimpse of her long hose-clad legs bend forwards as
her short leather skirt stretched tight while her right arm lifted across her
chest, bent at the elbow. ?Yah!? her elbow rose with terrible speed towards
the middle of my chest. BLAM! ?Nnnnnnnarghhh!? my sternum was hammered hard
pushed inwards driving my breath out. The next instant her knee shot up
between us making me flinch in fear she was going to drive it in my nuts
again. ?Yah!? it dropped swiftly, her metal-soled boot stomping the inside of
my right knee. ?Nnnnargh!? barely had my leg begun to give way when her hands
slapped either side of my head and that mini-skirt flicked up as she drove
that dreadful knee between my legs to hammer my balls swinging like a wrecking
ball. ?Yah!? BERLAM! ?Orrrrrrrr!? it struck with such dreadful power that I
felt my whole body momentarily jerk into the air before coming down upon my
feet screaming mentally at the soul-destroying agony ravaging my testicles.

The next instant she grabbed my right hand with one hand and the wrist with
the other then bent it right back. Faster than I could cry out she twisted my
arm and bent my hand behind me forcing me to bend forwards looking down at the
ground. ?Arghh!? I yelped as she kept me in that position while she stood
arrogantly off to the side behind me. ?Just look at how helpless you are, you
pathetic man? she sneered keeping my hand pressed back at the wrist. ?You're
no match for me. I'm a far superior fighter than you'll ever be. Bow down
before my natural superiority, little man?. She pressed the back of my hand
against her chest forcing me to crouch lower. ?You're so powerless I could
snap your wrist in an instant with my breasts? she laughed openly at my
humiliating position. Inside I raged as I quickly discovered that the
slightest movement to escape caused crippling shooting pains in my arm. I
glanced to the side and caught sight of those sexy high-heeled boots and slim
hose-clad legs. She was provocatively all woman yet physically dominating me
and it made my dick lurch. ?You can't even bring yourself to look at my face.
Let's see how pretty you'll look after you've met my knee? ?No!? I screamed as
her nylon clad knee leapt up towards my bowed face. SPLAP! Her knee struck my
face like a hammer hitting an anvil. ?Arghh!? there was a terrible crunching
and warm wet blood poured as my head whipped back. I would have fallen to the
ground except the leggy vixen still held my hand bent against her chest which
kept my body's motion painfully in check.

Just then my eyes were blinded by the headlights of another car turning into
the alley. Perhaps it was the Gendarme, I'll tell them that the crazy woman
had attacked me instead of paying the fare. But as it pulls up behind the cab
and the lights dim as the engine switches off, my heart sinks as 5 figures
emerge from the doors, the other women from the bar. ?No, it's not the
cavalry? the leather-clad booted demon stressing my wrist close to snapping
point laughs. Rather than come and help their friend, they just stand and
watch. Keeping me bent over, the willowy blonde yanked on my arm forcing me to
turn my head towards her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her raise her
elbow. ?Night night. Yah!? Her pointed elbow rushed down towards me. BLAM! the
point of her elbow punched the apex of my neck, I saw myself rushing towards
the pavement as everything faded to black.

Part 2: Madame Michelle

I come around to find myself curled up on a soft matted floor trapped inside a
small metal cage. Scrambling to my knees in a space where I was barely able to
move, I grabbed the bars of the door and found it locked. Looking out I saw a
large well-equipped gym with all kinds of weight machines and exercise
contraptions at one end. Thick rubber mats were laid across the floor in a
large central area at the edge of which my cell sat with 6 wooden stools
arranged in a row close by. I had many fares to and from gyms, bright shiny
affairs with crowds of trendy people in designer exercise clothes, loud
pumping music and big windows. This was nothing like that. For a start, the
only windows were skylights set into a high ceiling that reminded me of an
old-fashioned warehouse with thick wooden beams crossing horizontally set much
lower down creating an open false ceiling from which were suspended
fluorescent tube lights. Hanging from some of these beams in one corner were a
large number of male mannequins, a disquieting sight that made me look away.

The low murmur of voices draws my attention to the far side perpendicular to
my cell. Sitting behind a row of Bistro tables with fine table clothes are a
number of very well dressed women wearing customs from top Parisian designers
and draped in furs and jewellery, some of which looked liked they cost more
than I would ever earn in a lifetime. These privileged bitches sat there
looking down at me with arrogant snobbery with glasses of disgracefully
expensive wine in their hands as if expecting a floor show. All of a sudden
their attention was drawn to something behind me. I looked around to see a
changing room door open from which walked the 6 women from the bar. Gone are
the business jackets and skirts, replaced by light elegant and feminine
blouses with plunging necklines and tailored to emphasise their feminine
figures. Some wore very short skirts, others wore no skirts at all. However,
all wore luxury sheer tan pantyhose. The plain blonde who had attacked me
still wore her high-heeled leather boots and short leather skirt. Above the
waist was a thin black top that barely covered her hips and stretched tightly
over her splendid figure emphasising a large firm bust that jiggled erotically
as she walked with the others towards the stools. She might have an
unattractive face but her body was hot as hell and made my dick stir. In fact
all 6 of them had great legs made all the more sensational by being shown off
to their full extent in those hose and high heels. Except for the booted
blonde, those heels are slipped off as they take their places on the stools in
a showy sensual way to reveal light reinforced toes.

I felt uncomfortable as their eyes stared at me, with fake come-on seductive
smiles as they moved about on the stools, their legs continually in motion in
a sexy leggy dance. Those that wore skirts hitched them right up to the top of
their hips. Those that didn't, didn't need to. They swivelled about with wide
smiles slowly stretching out their shapely legs, sensuously raising them into
the air and emphasizing their sexy curvy lines with their hands. They all have
very sexy legs and the provocative sight of them showing them off to their
full extent in tan coloured hose is irresistible to watch and I am soon turned
on by the sight especially when some begin to open both legs wide to show they
had nothing covering their crotch other than the dark gusset. The sexy leg
show went on for ages, impossible not to watch and impossible not to get
turned on by, for these women had great legs and knew how to show them off at
their most potently alluring. ORRRRR! I feel myself getting heated and my dick
is rigid at the sexy sight.

The mature oriental slides off her stool and slowly walks towards the front of
the cage. The petite slim feminine mature woman wears a very short black
pleated skirt with a light silky black blouse. Her legs are long and slim with
hard well-defined muscled calves that are a joy to watch as she walks
purposefully slow with an enticing side to side sway of her slender hips.
Attractive to look at, her face is pleasantly rounded with small almond-shaped
eyes, a short squat nose, high cheekbones, a medium sized mouth and shallow
chin. Her black hair with wisps of grey is styled in a short bob. Standing by
the door, she addresses the watching women in a strong authoritative voice
that belies her petite size. ?Look how feeble minded he is. The sight of a few
women in nothing more glamorous than Wolford pantyhose leaves him drooling
with a hard on?. The posh bitches at the tables laugh at this. Before I open
my mouth to protest, she turns around. Looking up at her from my hands and
knees I can see her gusset peeking out beneath her very short skirt. ORRR! I
couldn't tear my eyes away. ?Do you disagree Jacques?? before I can answer she
quickly dropped into a very low crouch with her legs spread wide exposing her
crotch provocatively between long sexy legs and raised upon her toes which
emphasised her hard brawny calves. THROB THROB she stared openly at the moving
bulge in my trousers as it formed a tent-pole that throbbed with pure desire.
?You see! Pathetic? she laughed and the rich ladies laughed too.

?Let me out! You can't do this! Who do you think you are?? I protested. The
oriental produced a key and turned it in the lock. I heard it click open.
?Actually I can. I am Madame Michelle, a lawyer by profession but you will
call me Mistress as you will address all of the women here? What the F**? I'm
not into that kinky crap. A man is the stronger sex and I won't bow down to no
woman. The view up her legs was beautiful as she stood straight, never taking
her eyes off me. ?I am chairwoman of this exclusive club? she added as I
pushed the door open then crawled out. ?You are a prolific serial rapist who
uses his job to abuse young woman against their will as some kind of vile
perk? she accused as I stretched out the kinks before rising to my feet. ?The
Gendarme have numerous complaints from victims against this man yet claim it
is only his word against theirs. He claims that the women had no money to pay
the fare and offered sex instead? ?'s true? I said bringing myself to my full
height to loom over her. She was barely 5 foot 3 at most and was really
getting on my nerves. ?Prove it? I snarled. The oriental cougar didn't seem
fazed. ?You will sign a confession admitting your guilt? ?Never? I snap back
and go to push past her roughly on my way towards what looked like an exit.

?Hai!? a loud shout makes me jump as a light blur streaks up towards my face.
BLAM! a glimpse of a small foot smashing into my face and the taste of nylon
as my head whips back so violently I hear a crick in my neck and my vision
explodes into dark and bright patches. ?Hai!? I caught a glimpse of her
pivoting around on one heel, lean away with her right leg raised bent at the
knee then snap straight. BLAM! her sole hammers my jaw snapping it up so hard
my teeth clash as my head is whipped back again. ?Hai!? I barely see a tan
coloured blur streaking forwards as she angles her lithe hips towards me.
WHUMP! a dainty foot hammers hard against my gut like a sledge-hammer.
"Orrrraghh!? my body jerks back creasing around my middle while the air is
cruelly driven from my diaphragm. A split-second glimpse of gusset and sleek
hard muscled calves is no compensation against the terrible belly cramps.
Still leaning away, her shin folds back at her raised knee with her crotch
fully exposed. She really had hot legs. ?Hai!? a nylon-clad foot rockets
towards me. ?No!KKKKKKKK!!? her sole slams into my throat. ?Kkkk kkk!? my
hands fly up to my neck, the horrible sensation of something obstructing my
windpipe choking me fills me with dread as the hot legged oriental MILF draws
back her shin once more. Her slim hard calves flex and the deadly legged woman
strikes as fast as a snake. ?Hai!? I'm looking along her long slim leg as her
toes punch the base of my neck. WHUMP! my body jerks and I feel faint as my
knees turn to jelly. ?AEEEEEEEEEE!? her voice rises into a terrifying scream.
Frozen to the spot in terror I am stunned as she spins her back on me then
flings herself backwards until her hands slap the mat then flips her long slim
sheathed legs overhead in a rapid walk-over backflip. In the blink of an eye
she springs from her hands to her feet with a subtleness that keeps my dick
hard then leaps up right before my eyes until her crotch is level with my
astonished face with her left leg bent beneath her and the right bent in
front. ?YAH!? her shout makes my dick lurch as her right foot snaps towards my
jaw. BLAM! blinding pain wrecks my vision as I whip right over backwards.
BLAM! my back slams into the rubber matting. I lie there as the room spins
around me unable to understand how such an elegant attractive looking mature
petite slim woman could have knocked me down so quickly.

?You see how easily a woman with a black belt in karate can assert total
superiority over a man with her legs alone? Madame Michelle's voice comes from
above. I force open my eyes and gaze at her slender but hard muscled calves
right before my eyes feeling both ashamed and yet strangely turned on that
this MILF with such great legs had floored me in seconds. ?You see how she can
remain elegant and graceful as she dominates him with her legs. A woman's legs
are her deadliest and sexiest weapons?. I like to think of myself as a big
tough guy who doesn't take no crap from anyone certainly from no woman no
matter how good looking she was. As I tried to push myself up her foot
appeared on my chest and a surprising surge of power firmly pushed me back
down. The sight of that dainty foot with the reinforced toes of her hose made
me remember how deadly fast her legs were. So I lay there trying to plan a way
to take her down and get past her but got distracted looking up her thighs to
her nylon-covered crotch with rising lust.

Part 3: Madame Coralie

Madame Michelle signalled towards her companions and the plain blonde slid off
her stool. ?You have already met Madame Coralie as your intended victim but
did you know that she is also a top hospital anaesthetist and krav maga
instructor??. I tried to rise but her sleek calve flexed as a strong force
flowed through her foot pressing me back to the floor keeping me put. ?You are
invited to attack and rape Madame Coralie?. My mouth dropped open in shock at
hearing such an outrageous suggestion. ?Are you crazy! I wouldn't touch her
with a bargepole?. I tried again to push myself up, this time she didn't try
to stop me. ?And certainly not in front of an audience? I pointed at the posh
ladies sitting at their bistro tables. ?Hai!? Madame Michelle's leg kicked
forwards at groin height like a lightning bolt stopping barely an inch from my
balls. My heart leapt into my mouth at the sight of that dainty foot rushing
towards me and breathed a sigh of relief as she lowered it back to the floor.
?If you succeed, you will go free with a million Euros for your troubles?. My
ears pricked up at that. ?Fail or refuse, Madame Coralie will beat you until
you beg her to stop and willingly sign that confession, whereupon you will be
handed over to the Gendarme?. The oriental stepped back only for the
leather-skirted booted vixen to take her place. I loved the way that her tight
top stretched over her slender frame emphasising her big breasts with her
nipples jutting out so much that I was uncertain whether she wore a bra. The
short leather skirt moulded itself to her slim hips and the tops of her thighs
reflecting the lights in the room. A shiny slinky magnet for the eyes.

?I wear leather because I want to? she stated with venom. ?It proclaims that I
am a strong independent woman who is unafraid of looking sexy?. Yes, sexy body
but ghastly face. ?I hate men like you. Unable to see the real beauty of a
woman within?. Maybe my face betrayed my thoughts because her voice almost
became a growl. Her hard brown eyes seemed to burrow into me making me
uncomfortable so I looked away. ?You can't even bring yourself to look at my
face yet you lust over my body. Here let me give you some encouragement?. To
my astonishment, she took hold of her top and began to pull it off over her
head. As it slid up the first thing that caught my eye was the sexy V line
rising from the top of her skirt then the long inward tapering slopes from her
hips to her slim waist. As more was revealed I gaped in surprise at her taut
stomach with six sexy slabs lightly embossed upon it ? she had a six pack! I
had never seen a woman with a six-pack before in real life and they looked
really sexy on her slim lanky creamy white belly.

The top slid up to her neck and I stared in open desire at her chest. ?34G and
all natural so get over it? she said curtly as a black lacy bra with pink bows
and frills was exposed. Small low-cut cups with large erect nipples pushing
out the fabric supported two sensational fully rounded orbs of pleasure that
met in the middle in a curved X and a wonderful cleavage. ORRRRR! I couldn't
stop looking as they jiggled about while she removed the top then threw it on
the floor. ?Rape me? she snarled ?If you can? she added with a cruel chuckle
then leant forwards and gently swayed her sensational perfect breasts from
side to side enticing me. ORRRRR it was tempting, she had an amazing body
despite her looks and if there wasn't an audience I probably would have. ?You
know you want it? she purred in a husky voice that caused a growth spurt in my
groin. She stood up lifting the front of her leather skirt to reveal she wore
nothing beneath her tan coloured pantyhose. ?Take a glimpse at paradise? she
purred as I stared at the very visible mounds beneath the gusset at the apex
of her long legs. Spreading her legs, her hand stole to her crotch and stroked
provocatively. ?No man gets in there without my invitation. A whole world of
pleasure beyond your wildest dreams lies in there". Oh Lord! The ugly bitch
had my dick pounding, my heart racing and sweating like a dog in heat. ORRRR I
could take it no more and stepped towards her.

Her eyes widened with excitement, her body preparing to fight. I remembered
what she had done to me in the alley and how her self-defence techniques
focussed on hitting with her elbows and kneeing me in the balls. I wasn't
going to let her do that again so as I rushed forwards I saw her raise her
elbow ready to strike. Dropping low at the last moment keeping my head close
to my shoulders I grabbed her around the waist as we collided pushing her down
to the mats. No sooner was her back to the floor but before I had put out my
hands to stop myself falling on top, her right leg was there between us
kicking upwards. WHOMP! The sole of her boot hammered hard against my chest
while her stiletto drove into my belly. ?Orrragh!? I groaned in shock as my
forward motion came to a shuddering jerk at the end of her long slim leg. I
felt the leg beneath me give way slightly thinking it was my weight until an
unexpected surge of leggy strength hurled me back upright. As quick as a
snake, she placed one hand on the mat and swung her leg around low backwards.
BAM! Her heel slammed into the back of my knee sweeping my legs from under me
and sent me crashing to the mat on my back. No sooner I was down than she
flipped over to her hands and knees facing away from me with a tantalising
view up her short skirt. In a blink of an eye a long stretch of tan nylon
streaked back towards my face. ?Yah!? BLAM! the metal sole struck right
beneath my chin into my throat. ?Kkkk! Kkk!? my hands flew to my neck as my
windpipe again closed tight. ?Yah!? I barely caught sight of her long leg
blasting back before the metal sole crashed into my jaw. BAM! The power of the
blow was so strong that as her leg continued to straighten it lifted my head
up and drove it back so fast my brains scrambled and my vision blurred out.
BLAM! My back slammed into the mats and I tried to cling on desperately as
everything whirled sickeningly around me and my vision greyed while fighting
the light-headedness from overwhelming me and praying that she hadn't crushed
my windpipe.

?See how easily and quickly Madame Coralie defended herself from the rapist
using her legs alone? the mature oriental's voice rang out as the room began
to slow down it's spinning. ?So elegant, so chic but she had a little help
from these, yes?? I looked up to see that the blonde was facing me with her
right leg raised bent at the knee with the toe of her boot resting on the bars
of the cage, her hands upon her hips and an arrogant smirk upon her lips.
ORRRRR! despite my state I am still turned on by the sight of her amazing long
sexy nylon-clad legs brazenly exposing her gusset and angling her impressive
bust in my direction. ?Those Karate boots are custom made from the finest
leather. Soft and elegant. Suitable for the most sensitive of skin. Available
from Madame Virginie to only her most select clientele? the oriental explained
while the blonde's legs re-ignited my desires which drove me to my feet once
more. ?The soles are titanium plated?. The blonde turned swiftly straightening
her leg towards the audience. Balancing on one foot, she kept the other
perfectly steady horizontal to the mat while her eyes never left mine with a
wicked smile upon her plain face. ?You quite clearly saw the devastating
effects those had upon our rapist here? the rich women laughed. That made me
angry. So that was her secret. ?The six inch heels are also made of titanium.
Guaranteed not to break and most effective at inflicting severe pain to a man
like THIS!?

That barked command made me jump and in that moment the blonde stepped quickly
towards me then turned side on. In a heartbeat, her leg shot out sideways
driving the heel straight into my sternum. ?Yah!? VLAMM! ?Ouuff!? my breath
caught in my chest as if she had just fired a nail-gun into it. ?Likewise the
titanium pointed toes are designed to inflict maximum damage like THIS? Before
I could even scream, the blonde's leg snapped out driving the wicked point of
her right boot right into my nut-sack. BERLAM! ?iiiiiieeee!? I screamed as the
force of the cruel kick lifted me to my toes before collapsing to the mat and
curling up in pain as if I'd been hit in the balls with an ice-pick. ?Ouch? a
pointed boot prodded me. ?Boots like these can castrate and disembowel a man?
the blonde's voice came from above me. ?Kiss them or I will demonstrate?.
Curled up rocking in pain I was in no state to argue so reluctantly placed my
lips on the hard toes of her boots and kissed them while the watching women
smirked at my weakness.

?Some of you may be thinking that Karate boots give a woman an unfair
advantage against a big tough rapist but she is more than a match for him.
Watch?. An unzipping noise made me look up out of my pain to see the
ghastly-looking leggy bitch slide off her right boot then repeat the process
with the left. Of course she made a seductive show of it, bending forwards to
let her big rounded breasts dangle in her bra as she removed the boots.
Finally that leather skirt fell to the floor and she stepped forwards. I found
myself looking up as she stood astride me with her hands on her hips with two
tan-coloured columns sloping in to her crotch. Wow! She had the longest
sexiest legs that I'd ever seen and was aroused even after that ball-busting.
Forcing my gaze along her firm ribbed stomach and over her thrusting breasts,
I saw her look down at me with a smirk. ?Come on, get up. See if you can do
any better now that I'm not wearing my boots? she said in a mocking tone. It
was hard not to let my eyes drift down to the mound at her crotch and barely
concealed bush. ?I'll even promise not to kick you. I think you need all the
help you can get?. The posh women chuckled scornfully at that. ?Or are you
ready to sign that confession? I think you'd better, you'll only get hurt?
more scornful laughter. Angrily I tried to grab her ankles but she skipped
nimbly out of the way laughing.

I scrambled to my feet to find her waiting there in just her bra and hose,
taunting me with that hot slender body. I rushed forwards and threw a punch at
her ugly face. Both her arms flew up trapping mine then yanking it suddenly to
her right throwing me off balance. A glimpse of rising thigh. BLAM! ?Arghh!?
her knee slammed against my side. A powerful bruising blow that made me
instinctively lean to protect my aching side. BLAM! an elbow punched my jaw
whipping my head back in a blurring blaze of light and pain. I sensed movement
in front of me. VLAMM! ?Nnnargh!? a knee drove right against my sternum
leaving me gasping and dazed. I had barely began to stoop forwards when her
arm slipped around my shoulder increasing my bending. A flash of tan nylon as
her knee cannonballed right into the middle of my belly. ?Orraghh!? I wailed
as my whole breath was driven brutally out of my body as if my soul had been
ripped out. ORRRAGH! I folded up around her knee with her upper thigh pressing
against my chest. BLAM! I felt the point of her elbow piston down upon the
back of my neck at the base. ?Arghh!? BLAM! I hit the mats before I even
realised I was falling.

Lying panting and in pain I heard Madame Michelle's exotic voice. ?The knee
and elbow are the hardest parts of the body. Look how effective they were to
put him down fast?. Angry and in pain I got up but to my alarm the ugly bitch
rushed forwards, her arm stretching out to grab the top of my head and twist
it sharply to the side even as her thigh began to rise. PAF! her knee rammed
viciously into my temple scrambling my senses. ?Harrghhh!? I cried with
blinding pain lancing through my skull. Too dazed to stop her, the crazy
blonde slid around to my side while clamping one hand around my chin pushing
while she pulled back my head by my hair. WHAM! her knee hammered right into
the small of my back like an express train. ?Arghh!? I yelled as my back gave
way bending me like a bow. As I felt my back give way, the leggy bitch moved
like quicksilver circling around in front of me, still with her hands on my
head. Suddenly she was pulling my head forwards and I tried to scream as I saw
her nylon-clad thigh spring up. BERLAM! Her knee struck my face like a hammer
hitting an anvil. ?Arghhh!? I felt my nose break and my teeth buckle while my
lips kissed nylon.

My senses so badly shaken up I was helpless as she seized my wrist pulling up
my arm behind my back with one hand while the other was upon the back of my
neck keeping my face bowed. I saw a slight sparkle of her tan hose as her knee
shot up once more. ?No!? I cried BERLAM! Her knee pounded the side of my face
brutally mashing my cheek and smashing my side teeth. With my face throbbing
in agony and bleeding profusely I found myself twirled around by my arm and
thrown chest first against the cage. ?Such lightning-fast reactions. An
unstoppable feminine fighting machine? The oriental remarked. Before I could
try and push myself away a sexy shapely tan-coloured calve hooked itself over
my shoulder pinning me against the cage. BLAM! The side of a fist slammed into
the base of my neck. ?Argh!? my shoulders jerked up under the impact, clenched
my eyes and felt woozy. If it hadn't been for the cage in front of me, I would
have fallen. Without pause, the plain-faced blonde grabbed my hand and spun me
away from the cage. My vision cleared in time to see a long nylon-clad thigh
soaring incredibly high with her knee terrifyingly fast towards my face.
CRUNCH! My head snapped upwards as her hard knee smashed underneath my jaw
like someone had taken a mallet to it. All I remember was my head whipping
back scrambling my senses with an extremely painful jaw.

Part 4. Madame's Sofia and Virginie

I must have blacked out for the next thing I hear is a commotion; a man's
raised voice. Looking up I see the 30-something tomboy standing behind a tall
muscular man with his arm bent behind his back with one hand and her other
forearm across his throat in a choke hold. A broad laughing smile was on her
cheeky-looking face as he struggled yelping in her grip. He looks a real
brute, what the English call a CHAV. As the slender young woman marched him
around I saw he was sporting a fresh black eye. This was the first time I had
studied the pretty tomboy close up and I liked what I saw. A simple
short-sleeved white blouse covered her slender though boyish figure, barely
covering her crotch and cut high over her hip giving full show of the tan
pantyhose that sheathed her lovely slender legs.

?Look how effortlessly Madame Sofia controls a man much bigger than herself
with a simple hammerlock? Madame Michelle's voice rang out. ?As well as being
a top-class lawyer, she is also a black belt in street fighting disciplines?.
The slight oriental stepped in front of the struggling man giving him a hard
look. SWISH! SWISH! With a rapid threatening movement of arms she adopted an
aggressive looking fight stance with both hands raised with open palms and
fingers together as if she were about to deliver man-breaking Karate chops. He
immediately fell still. ?Matthias. You are a pig-headed thug who allows his
son to bully other children. When their mothers complain to you, you
intimidate them and on several occasions have physically assaulted them?
?Prove it? he sneered, although wary of the potent-looking petite woman before
him. ?The Gendarme claim they have insufficient evidence to press charges. You
will give them that by signing a confession? ?Go f*** yourself. Arggh!? the
short-haired blonde pressed his hand higher between his shoulder blades
forcing him to his toes. Then with a spin of his arm out to the side she
twirled him around to face her and released his arm. I saw him appraise her
delightful figure particularly her nylon-sheathed legs. Not bad, I knew he was
thinking for so did I.

With a cheeky grin she raised her fists which seemed inconsistent with such a
pretty young woman yet she managed to took quite tough in a sexy way. ?I was
brought up as the only girl with three older brothers?. Her voice was soft and
pleasant but the accent coarse as if she had come from the working class
suburbs. ?I had to make them respect me and show them who was boss. With
these?. She glanced towards her fists. Matthias' eyes went wide with surprise
and doubt unable to believe such a sweet faced thing was capable of such
violence. His hand momentarily went to his eye and I knew who had blackened
it. Madame Sofia pointed at him then began laughing. ?Look at his face! Look
at his face!? she squealed in amusement while the brute's face darkened.

?Sofia, enough!? the oriental MILF barked. ?Brawling with fists is not very
lady-like. She turned to address Matthias ?The only way you are getting out of
here is to sign this confession. Alternatively rape Madame Virginie and I will
give you a million Euros for your trouble?. At that point the plump mature
woman I had seen earlier approached wearing a short-sleeved floral print
blouse that hugged her wide low-hanging breasts and hung down to her hips
below which were tan pantyhose that barely concealed a hairy pussy. Although
slightly thick, she had good legs with strong calves. ?I ain't f***ing, gah
gah? he turned into a drooling idiot as her blouse opened to expose a massive
amount of wide thrusting low hanging cleavage right down to the curving arcs
formed by the lower part of her titanic breasts. She was clearly not wearing a
bra. I also notice her well-defined traps sloping at an angle from her creamy
white neck to her an equally well-defined line across her clavicle but it was
that enormous wall of breast and plunging cleavage that caught my attention
and that of Matthias. ?38H, all natural and far more than any man can handle?
she teased in a low sultry voice that had my dick stiffening with the sound
alone. ?All yours if you are tough enough to take it?. The oriental had backed
away and the tomboy had released his arm leaving him standing there gaping at
the mature woman's plunging bosom.

With hands on hips and small grey eyes watching him hawk-like over a short
wide nose, Madame Virginie turned her upper body towards the side letting him
see her dramatic side profile that had him groaning like a moron ?ORRRR!?. I
shared his opinion of her stunning huge bust and felt jealous as he stepped
forwards to get his hands on them. He was so obsessed with her breasts he
forgot about the tomboy still behind him. She crept up behind with a cheeky
grin on her youthful face, raised her knee level with her hips then snapped
her leg straight driving her foot straight between his legs from behind. I
winced as her foot shot out the other side as her long shin clubbed his balls.
BAM! ?Orraghh!? he wailed in shock then involuntary took a step forwards to
find the busty mature woman waiting. As quick as a flash she slipped an arm
around his waist while grabbing his wrist with the other hand. Pulling his arm
across the front of her waist, she turned her hip into his crotch then leant
forwards, her big frontage wobbling as they dangled loose inside her blouse as
she swiftly levered his body over her big rounded hips. Astonished I saw his
feet leave the mat and rotate rapidly over her hip. For a moment all I saw was
his body pivoting over her hip atop a sturdy but shapely pair of tan-nylon
clad legs. His head turned to point downwards before rotating completely
upside down before hurtling towards the mat. KASLAM! His back hit the mat
hard. A strange lurch went through my dick while my balls momentarily
contracted at the sight of a mature plump woman throwing a much larger man to
the ground.

?As you can see our favourite top business woman Madame Virginie is a black
belt in ju-jitsu and shows that even a fuller figured woman can be sexy,
elegant and expend minimum effort in completely dominating a man? Madame
Michelle informed the posh ladies watching.

The exceptionally busty woman still had hold of his arm as she stood by the
top of his head. I could only imagine what it must be like looking up at that
massive wide protruding busty shelf that hung so low almost level with the top
of her navel; I was certainly stiff just watching from a distance. ?Argh!? A
sharp twist of his wrist forces him over to his knees before her legs. ?Argh
argh!? with a cold aloof look of contempt and stern-faced superiority she
bends his hand right back while rotating his wrist forcing his face towards
the floor. ?Look at how Madame Virginie is in complete control with the
minimum of effort while remaining feminine and elegant? ?Argh!? she forcibly
twists his hand again while keeping his arm straight until his face is
pressing into the mat. His arm held vertically behind his back with his hand
bent right back at wrist she steps in front of him and presses her toes
against his mouth. ?Kiss it or I'll break your wrist? her low sensual voice
commanded. The buxom woman gives out such a strong sense of mature commanding
dominance that I'm absolutely hard for her. ?NOW I said!? her raised voice
made my dick jump. ?Argh argh OK OK please arghh!? the big tough was writhing
and grovelling at her nylon-sheathed feet. His lips extended to kiss her toes
even as she maintained the punishing wrist-lock. ?See how he submits to the
power of her tan pantyhose, the symbol of our society as the most elegant and
feminine of les collants?

Maintaining his straight arm and painful wrist-lock the mature woman steps
over his back while turning around to face his head. Her large shapely calves
swell powerfully as she puts her forearm against his elbow and levers him to
his feet. ?Arghh? the big brute squeals all the way. ?You're going to need a
lot of staying power to keep up with me? she taunts saucily while looking
powerful and dominant as she forces him to his feet. Suddenly she spins him
around by the arm before releasing him. He goes stumbling off towards the
eagerly waiting Madame Sofia.

With fists raised the blonde with small blue eyes, slim nose and a touch of
freckles, kicked up out a lovely hose-clad leg. ?Hai!? WHUMP! Her sole struck
right on his sternum. ?Orrragh!? he stopped dead in his tracks with a look of
shock. ?Hai!? her hose streaked out again, her top billowing up to reveal the
waist of her hose as her shin arced around to club him hard in the side. BAM!
?Argh!? his face contorted as his body jerked to the side. Ouch I winced at
the memory. Her blouse flew up again showing her hose as she quickly spun
around, leaning back, her right leg soaring high. ?Yah!? WHUMP! The top of her
feet hammered the base of his neck. The big brute jerked, his arms flying up
in a spasmodic twitch before dropping. He stood there, his eyes momentarily
unfocussed. ?Note how the reinforced toes protect against running when
delivering a good kick to a man?

?F***ing bitch! I'll fix you!? the thug recovers and lurches towards the
smirking short-haired tomboy with fists raised. Madame Sofia's eyes widened
with excitement. Before he had even thrown a punch, she darted in low towards
him with her fists balled. WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP! her fists move blindingly
fast as she repeatedly pounds his gut over and over. WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!
She is punching him like a punch-bag so fast he is unable to react. His upper
body slopes inwards as his mouth hangs open in shock. WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!
Her alternating fists drummed a continual rhythm on his belly shocking his
diaphragm preventing him breathing properly and stunning him into inaction.
Come on man! Jeez don't just stand there letting some sweetly-smiling tomboy
beat the stuffing out of you! WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP! Her fists may be small
but they punched hard with strong sinewy muscle showing in her arms. WHUMP
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP! The brutal punishment went on, his body jerking in
open-mouthed agony with every punch while the pretty tomboy in the blouse and
pantyhose nails him like a punching machine, not slowing down for a second.
Her sweet face is constantly smiling with unbridled glee as she busts his gut
with youthful enthusiasm. The brute begins to crease up in winded agony. Her
punches stop as she entwines her arm in his in an arm-lock to stop him falling
to the floor then drew back her right fist.

?Sofia!? Madame Michelle admonishes in a stern voice her flawless oriental
features showing exasperation with the enthusiastic younger woman. ?That will
do. Try to act more like a lady?. ?What's that bulge in your trousers, young
man?? Madame Virginie chuckles. ?Look! He's got a blooming hard on. He likes
it? Madame Sofia laughed causing uproarious laughs from the watching women.
She was right unable to defend himself, the thug had grown a rigid
trouser-tent. He wasn't the only one, there was something animalistic and
sensual about a slender pretty woman annihilating a much bigger brute's gut
with her bare fists. ?You're just like my older brothers. A spineless wimp?
she laughed, still holding him upright as she could a man with severe stomach
cramps.

?Catch Virginie? she cried. Leaning away and turning side-on to the stooping
thug, stretching his arm, her leg rose bent at the knee in front of her. I saw
his eyes travel along her raised knee following the tan-nylon thighs to her
gusset with open lust as the attractive round-faced blonde deliberately held
the pose for longer than necessary. ?You looking at my crotch?? she accused
?Dirty man! Hai!? her leg uncoiled like a lightning bolt slamming her sole
solidly against his sternum while letting go of his arm. He went stumbling
back with mouth wide in a silent winded scream right into the waiting Madame
Virginie.

The plump mega-busted mature woman grabbed his arm and pulled it over her
shoulder as she spun right around. Until they were to back to back. Leaning
sharply forwards I was stunned as his feet whipped up from the floor as he
went flying over her shoulder backwards to slam into the mats on his already
badly winded belly. BELAM!

Part 5. Madame Coralie

Oh crap! Matthias looked as good as finished. I'd seen enough and went to make
my escape while everyone was distracted by the two women trying to lift the
poor guy by his arms. I only got to a raised crouch when a long slim pair of
legs looking sensational in tan pantyhose stepped in front of me. My heart
sank as I looked up at a slim firm stomach with a taut six-pack above which
was a black bra cupping a beautifully rounded pair of 34G sized breasts.
?You're not going anywhere until you either rape me or sign that confession?
Madame Coralie said with a cold smirk. Swiftly turning her side to me her
right leg bent slightly inwards then in the blink of an eye rose level with
her hips as she leant away. ?Hai!? a tan blur shot towards my face. BLAM! Her
sole thundered into my left cheek, her leg continuing to straighten driving my
face hard to the right. A brief of glimpse of raised leg and exposed gusset as
my face whipped right around causing my body to spin in a dizzying blur of
motion. My head spinning I barely made out the tall willowy figure moving to
stand before me.

?Yah!? a sexy nylon clad rocket blasts from the floor. BLAM! Her sole hammers
into my jaw in an almighty high kick that nearly rips my head off. Before I
can cry out the slim blonde spins right around, her knee rising then snaps out
a long sexy limb of destruction. ?Yah!? BLAM! a powerful arcing high kick to
my head quickly follows the first. Dazed I didn't even see her come up close,
twist side-on, grab her own wrist then ram the point of her elbow back right
into my balls. WHAMP! ?Aiiinnnnnggggh!? I wail as a tsunami of pain explodes
in my groin. With her left elbow in my nuts she pulls back her right hand then
hammers the palm hard against her left fist. WHAMP! Her elbow hammers in
further. ?Ooooooo!? immense aching pain flares in my groin with such intensity
that tears run from my clenched eyes. I began to slump in soul-destroying
agony when elbow swings up vertically, hammering beneath my chin. WHAM! my
head snaps up jerking my body upright only for her knee to rise fast with the
foot angled towards me. A brief glimpse of crotch as her leg straightened then
the foot rushed towards me like a freight train. BLAM! The sole slammed into
the side of my jaw at the end of a sexy nylon-clad leg. My face whipped around
in a dizzying blur. A split-second later her foot hammered the back of my
head. THUMP! my head snapped back totally scrambling my senses while my knees
turned to jelly. BLAM! I hit the mat.

?Look at the sheer speed with which Madame Coralie put down the rapist. That's
what any skilled woman can do with confidence?. My eyes trying to focus
glimpses long slim legs filling tan pantyhose to her hips, an hour-glass
shaped bare mid-riff with a sexy defined six-pack and large firm rounded
breasts cupped in a skimpy bra. The sight of her plain unattractive face
topping that hot sexy lithe body was like a bucket of cold water in the face.

Before my head cleared, the leggy blonde leapt down pressing her right knee on
the inside of my elbow and applied a wrist lock. ?Arghh arghh!? I yelped as
her knee dug into the joint numbing it. ?Oh man up!? she sneered as she forced
me to roll onto my belly as she raised the level of my arm. ?Arghhh arghh!?
soon I was flat on my belly while she stood over me with my arm raised behind
my back, my hand bent back at the wrist. ?Now crawl like the useless worm you
are? she hissed twisting my hand around forcing me to crawl helplessly around
her yelping all the while. I was completely powerless to stop the ugly
hot-body humiliating me. ?Treat a man rough and make him hard? she remarked.
Weirdly enough my dick was indeed rock-hard and beating against the mat. She
then used my arm to force me onto my back and placed a foot on my chest like a
victorious fighter. I found myself once more looking up along her pantyhose
clad leg and gusset, taut ridged stomach and big rounded breasts with a raging
boner. ?Look at my face? she urged. I couldn't bring myself to do it and spoil
the moment. ?Nnnnn!? her foot pressed down firmly upon the centre of my chest
compressing my lungs. ?I said look at my face? she growled. I did and found my
dick beating with the terrifying power this amazing young woman possessed. Her
dominance was so tangible that I was highly aroused. ?Beg your Mistress to let
you lick her feet? her wide thick lipped mouth said as her eyes bored into me.
?Do it now? she urged with menace. Maybe I hesitated because the next second,
her reinforced nylon-clad toes moved onto the base of my throat and pressed
down. ?Kkkk kkk!? I grabbed her slender shin and calve but could not stop the
choking while she leant over watching me with an arm resting upon her lovely
long thigh. ?Kkkk kk!? my head was swimming.

?Urkk!? with relief her foot moved back to my chest. ?Next time you won't be
so lucky. Well, have you got something to say to me?? I felt such a fool but I
had no choice besides I was actually getting turned on by the rough way she
was treating me. ?P..please Mistress Coralie. Please let me lick your feet in
worship? my voice sounded feeble and I could hear the posh women laughing. Her
foot moves over my mouth and she points a finger at me. ?Kiss it? she demands.
Feeling humiliated and turned on in equal measure I obey, trying not to think
about the dirt she may have picked up and the rasp of her nylons against my
tongue. ?Ladies. Just imagine your husband or the gardener worshipping your
feet like that? Madame Michelle said and the women chuckled.

?Open your mouth?. I hesitate. Her foot leaves my mouth. A tan lightning bolt
strikes my groin. BLAM! ?Orrrrrrrgh!? I wail as her foot stomps my balls.
While my mouth is open she pushes her toes right inside. ?Lick them?. Scared
she might mash my balls again, I move my tongue around a cramped mouth to
obey. Trying to ignore the rasp and taste of nylon in my mouth and the
humiliating laughter of the female audience, I focus on the long slim shin
with half-pear drop shaped calves rising up from the foot stuffed in my mouth.
As I lick her toes the best I can, my eyes follow the long tan coloured thighs
up to the top of her hose and her beautifully rounded slim hips. My eyes
slipped down to the dark gusset between her legs re-igniting my erection after
that brutal stomp. ?Men are so weak and pathetic. Look he's still got a stiffy
no matter how hard I degrade him? the tall lithe hot-bod announced before
extracting her toes from my dry mouth. Trying to turn away from her scornful
gaze, I freeze in horror. Standing in the doorway of the changing rooms with a
broom in her hand looking right at me crying with shame is a face I only know
too well; my wife!. There's a horrible hollow feeling in my gut as the bottom
falls out of my world making me not even care as Madame Coralie knelt behind.

Pulling my left arm straight out behind me, I feel her arm pressing down upon
the back of my elbow while she bent my hand up with the other. ?Argh argh!?
the long-legged blonde cranked up my arm in agonising jolts while slowly
moving around me forcing me to turn to follow or break my arm. ?Look at the
total control Madame Coralie exerts over the filthy rapist. He doesn't stand a
chance?. In this painful agonising manner she rose steadily to her feet
forcing me up with her. All the while getting stiffer at sheer overwhelming
power she had over me. Facing me nose to nose, her plain unattractive face was
right up against mine. ?Kiss me or I'll break you even harder? she growled.
Unable to look at her face, I glance down at her big firm rounded breasts
cupped in a skimpy bra. PHROAR! Her body really turns me on and I eagerly slip
my hands around her waist to pull her close until I felt those big boobs
pressing against my chest. Trying to focus on just her thick-lipped mouth with
a sheen of scarlet lipstick I brought my lips against hers. As my lips brushed
hers a strong tingle of sexual electricity shot between us and I found myself
kissing her with a passion no longer caring what she looked like while my dick
beat like crazy. The willowy blonde broke off the kiss and I gasped as her
hand slid over the front of my crotch stroking my erection through my
trousers. ?You couldn't even bring yourself to look at my face when you first
saw me? ?Orrrr orrrrr!? I moaned trying to trust my crotch into her hand. ?But
now you are going to kiss me while I make you spill your seed?. With that she
unzipped me and took out my erection and began to vigorously pump it. Everyone
was watching, my wife was watching. She must have read my thoughts. ?Try and
stop me and I'll break your balls so bad that you'll never be able to have
kids?. Terrified to resist, I let her do it, my dick getting irresistibly hard
and my balls filling up fast. ?Witness the ultimate humiliation of a man. The
woman takes full control of his sex?. The rich bitches leant forward at their
tables watching in rapt attention. Madame Coralie owned me body and soul, she
leant close with her eyes burrowing into mine, her lips barely an inch away.
?Do you want to cum?? ?Ohhh yes please let me cum mistress? I was desperate
for release. But instead of the pleasure I anticipated her hand suddenly
stopped and clamped just beneath the head of my swollen manhood. ?Kiss me with
passion and mean it?. I was so frantically worked up that without hesitation I
began kissing her passionately. I continued to kiss her getting really worked
up while the pressure built up in my dick. Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth
wrestling with mine. ?MMMM MMM MMM!? I thrust my hips frantic for release but
her fingers were like a clamp preventing the huge burst of spunk that would
have otherwise exploded spraying all over her pantyhose.

Suddenly she broke off the kiss and pushed me away and stood staring at me
with her hands on hips while my dick bounced up and down uncontrollably right
on the verge of blasting. ?I'm not doing this for your pleasure but for your
humiliation?. Her brown eyes bored into me as she raised a hand to her open
mouth and bit on a nail with a cheeky smile as if coming to a decision. ?Wank
yourself off in front of me? She demanded to gasps from the watching women. It
didn't take long I was so desperate that I worked myself off while looking at
the long slim legs and big breasts of the unattractive faced blonde mistress.
?NNNNNARGH NNNNARGH NNNNARGH!! I came in huge spurts as I had the strongest
orgasm that I had ever experienced. While under the watchful eye of the
willowy blonde with a satisfied smile on her face.

I heard a voice that sounded like my wife too low to make out. With the full
horror of what I had just done hitting me, I looked over the blonde's shoulder
right into the face of my wife, blazing with anger speaking with Madame
Michelle. I heard the Oriental's reply and it chilled me to the bone. ?Of
course. We run special classes free of charge for those wronged by male
aggression. By the time he comes out of jail you will so skilled that he will
have no choice to worship and obey you?. The thought of my plain little mouse
of a wife knowing martial arts terrified me. The thought of a woman that I
felt so comfortable with having such dreadful knowledge scared me and yet
strangely excited me. More quiet words. ?Of course you can. Please be my
guest?. With her eyes ice-cold and a stony expression my wife began to walk
towards me. A petite plump mousey brunette in dour cleaner's overalls. I tried
to back up but the leggy blonde was behind me and I knew there was no escape.
?Please Stephanie. It's not what it seems. I can explain? I begged as she
stepped closer. ?Explain this? she growled in a hard voice I had never heard
her use before. The look of fury in her eyes terrified me but before I could
do or say anything. BLAM! My wife's knee hammered right into my balls moving
so fast that I never saw it. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! ?Arghh! Narhhh! Arghh!? Her
knee struck again and again, each blow stronger than the last and increasingly
jerking my feet off the ground. Rising up and down like a piston engine, the
cheap supermarket sheer black hose she wore blasted terrible pain into my
groin. I'm sure my wife would have mashed my balls to paste if Madame Michelle
hadn't placed an arm around her shoulders and gently led her away.

Reeling in agony, I fell to the mats a broken man in more ways than one hoping
to be left alone to curl up as the terrible intrusive ache throbbed throughout
my being. ?OFFFFFH!? the hot-bod dropped onto my chest, her long slim
tan-coloured thighs sloping down from her crotch to pin pinning my biceps to
the floor. With her hands upon her hips, her torso was magnificent tapering in
from slim hips to a pronounced pinched-waist then tapering back out to that
stunning bust. Although not a massive as Madame Virginie I can't help looking
up at it in pure lust, even though my balls hurt like hell. I didn't even care
that my wife might be watching, I longed for the hot body on this slim goddess
regardless of her looks and had a wild yearning to feel those long hose-clad
legs slide forwards around the sides of my head while the gusset at her crotch
covered my mouth. ?Please mistress sit on my face. Let me worship you? I
groaned. Suddenly her hands are around my neck strangling it. ?GRKK! GRKKK!? I
croak, powerless to move my arms. ?You don't tell me what to do, you little
worm!? she growled while her hands wrung the life out of me. ?I'm not here for
your sick perversions? ?Ulp!? I swallowed deeply as her hands relaxed their
deadly grip. ?You are going lay still as my seat while we watch the rest of
the show before I make you sign that confession? she said then violently
twisted my head to one side so I could see Matthias had been forced to his
feet.

Part 6. Madame's Sofia and Virginie

Standing behind him facing his back, Madame Sofia, had Matthias in a full
nelson. Both arms were looped beneath his pits with her hands wrapped around
behind the back of his head, with the fingers inter-laced pressing upon his
neck. This forced his arms into the air in a V shape. The pretty short-haired
tomboy laughed as he struggled lurching from side to side to try to escape.
Her laughter lines and cute freckles made her look adorable and younger than
she actually was. Despite his twisting and turning she kept him under control
with her slender arms, which were taut and firm. Her shapely slender legs were
spread for balance, shown in their whole beautiful glory by the high cut of
her blouse and the tan pantyhose. I loved the play of the sleek muscles just
beneath the surface of her smooth thighs and calves as the cute woman
struggled to subdue him.

Suddenly Matthias bucked hard lifting her feet off the ground breaking her
grip. Her arms slid out as her feet dropped to the mat. In that instant he
spun around and started blasting punches to the cute tomboy's face before she
knew what was happening. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! big fists slammed into her face
without mercy sending her head jerking back and forth like a sick marionette.
Her pretty face bobbed helplessly and blood flowed. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Oh
God he really was going to beat the crap out of her! Come on Matthias! Deck
the bitch then we can punch our way out of here together! A look of grim
determination appeared on her blasted face. As his big fist thundered towards
her face again her arm shot up, deflecting it with her forearm. WAP!
Immediately her own fist shot out towards his gut. So pumped up he swiftly
leapt back and she barely grazed his belly. With a crazed look like a wild
animal, he pounced to drive his fist forwards once more. BAM! she blocked the
punch again, biting her lip in concentration. The big thug was determined and
hurled yet another punch. BAM! The back of her right forearm deflected the
blow as her left fist slammed into his exposed side. BLAM! ?Urgnnn!? he winced
in pain. Red with anger his right fist swung again at head height; except the
gritty blonde wasn't there. Swiftly dropping to one knee, her taut right arm
drove her fist solidly into his gut VLAAM! ?Orrrrrrrraaghh!?. BLAM! a straight
forward no-nonsense punch fully connected with his face. BLAM! another
lightning-fast punch rocks his face sending him reeling in disbelief. Her hose
on full display beneath her short blouse, the blonde puts a sexy leg forward
while her slim taut arms flex as she throws another punch too fast for him to
stop. BERLAM! a powerful upper cut hammers his jaw whipping his head right
back sending him stumbling back across the room. She looks so sexy and
powerful with her short shirt and pantyhose as she keeps pace with him, her
face blazing sheer hatred. He tries to raise a block but she's too fast. Her
arm blasts forward, her fist striking his chin. WHAM! BLAM! her fist strikes
again in an eye-blink and he tumbles to the mats.

The tomboy rushes forward to haul him physically to his feet. My dick becomes
quite stiff at the sight of an attractive though battered short-haired woman
pull up a much bigger heavier thug to his feet. Holding him up with one hand,
I saw the look of fear in his eyes as the angry 30-something wildcat drew back
her fist. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Her fist was a blur as it pounded his face again
and again. His upper torso kept flying back under the impact but she just
pulled him back towards her to slam another fist in his face until she could
hold him up no more. KASLAM! His back hit the mats heavily. Madame Sofia stood
over watching him, her lovely legs wide apart, her fists raised and her chest
rising and falling as she breathed heavily. It was clear that she wanted to
pull the groaning man at her feet up again so she could punch him some more
but something made her stop. Her breathing slowed, she lowered her fists and
brought her arms by her side while bringing her legs together as if standing
to attention. Turning to face Madame Michelle, the attractive tomboy bowed
formerly at the waist. As she did I got full sight of her lovely compact
backside barely concealed by her tan pantyhose. PHROAR I couldn't help getting
another boner. The Oriental MILF faced her and returned the formal bow. After
their earlier exchange I imagined that the older woman had just forgiven her
for beating the crap out of him with her fists instead of being more
lady-like.

Matthias was tough, I'll give him that. The way that pretty freckle-faced
tomboy had slugged him, I'd probably have never got up again if that were me.
However he actually winced in fright as she stretched out a lovely long right
leg and pressed her foot against his mouth. ?Kiss it or I'll stomp you again
and again until you're nothing but a bloody red smear on the mats? she told
him in a tough no-nonsense voice. To my disgust he didn't even hesitate as I
had and began kissing her delightfully arched foot. ?Get your tongue out. Give
my soles a good clean or I'll stomp your face to mush?. Again he obeyed
without question to the amusement of the watching women. I was shocked that he
was wimping out. Finally the cute tomboy pressed her sole against his face and
gave a hard push sending him sprawling across the mat.

?See how the big bully man is brought so low by a woman Reduced to nothing
more than a humble foot-licker? the women laughed loudly at that and I saw
Matthias' face turn red with shame and anger. Glowering at the cheeky tomboy
who had humiliated him, he began to force himself back to his feet although
noticeably with some effort. The way he glared at the short-haired blonde
looked like he wanted to kill her. She defiantly glared back showing no fear
as though only too happy to trade punches with him again, lady-like or not.

He forgot about his anger when a 5 foot 7 exceptionally well-endowed woman in
her late-50's stepped in front. Her floral-print blouse was undone past the
naval and opened daringly wide to expose a phenomenal amount of breast and
incredibly long and deep cleavage while just barely keeping a degree of
modesty. Although she was showing her massive breasts off like a shameless
whore, the rather plump woman had an air of sophistication with a confidence
to display her tantalising wares in front of a thug like Matthias. Like the
others she wore tan pantyhose, on full display. Although her legs were rather
thick they were also very shapely, especially her large calves, all the more
alluring sheathed in nylons. With a sultry smile she placed her hands either
side of her wide low-hanging bust. ?Are these too big for you?? her low
seductive voice certainly had my dick twitching. ?N.Nooorrr!? he groaned as
she folded her arms beneath her enormous busty shelf squeezing them together
and making them rise up like inflated balloons in between the loose edges of
her blouse. Such a large wobbly shelf of breast was pushed up without spilling
from her blouse that he could have eaten his dinner off it. Matthias was
speechless. ?The more amply-endowed among you will already know how simple it
is to turn a man into a drooling moron with a glimpse of breast? Madame
Michelle continued her running commentary. Never taking her small narrow
penetrating grey eyes off him, the plump woman let her stacks drop, two
massive mammaries falling like bouncing bombs inside her blouse. ?Orrrrrr!?
?Don't forget to breathe? she purred as she turned in front of him to present
her top-heavy side profile. The mature Oriental chuckled ?That is what is
crudely known as the cock-blaster?. ORRRRRRRR! I could certainly see why as
the stance emphasised the incredible length of her sloping bust, how low they
hung and how far her nipples were in front of her belly. ORRRR! My dick was
absolutely rigid and I had to fight the urge to rush over there and take her
myself. The tent in Matthias' trousers was back at full mast.

Her small grey eyes fixed him as her knowing smile pushed up her cheeks. ?Are
you looking at my breasts again?? she chuckled with a saucy smile that pushed
up her cheeks. He was unable to tear his eyes from that massive slope that
plunged so wide and low over the top of her belly. ?See anything you fancy
sir?? she teased turning slightly blasting his eyes with full sight of that
deep cleavage set in a vast plain of creamy white bosom. She seductively ran
her palms down the front of each breast. ?Big aren't they? Why don't you come
and get it if you're hard enough. Oh you are?? she said with a saucy chuckle
pointedly looking at the wildly twitching trouser tent which moved like he had
a ferret in there. He stood transfixed, sweat forming on his brow as the buxom
woman stepped right up to him. "I know a way to fix that? she purred softly
running a finger down his cheek which made his Adam's apple bounce like crazy.
Suddenly her thick nylon-clad leg moved with unexpected speed driving a wide
knee right into his groin like a rocket. CRUMP! ?Niiiiiiiiieeee!? he squealed
as her big knee hammered his nuts against the anvil of his body. The mature
woman smiled coldly as the knee slowly rose higher grabbing the front of his
shirt keeping him balanced until his toes were barely in contact with the
floor. ?No man hits a woman and gets away with it? she growled as he rocked
back and forth with the agony of his crushed nuts on her elevated knee.

Still holding the front of his shirt, the short-haired brunette lowered her
knee. His soles had hardly touched the floor when she suddenly yanked his
upper body hard to his right with her hands while sweeping her left leg
sideways into the side of his right knee with a glorious view of the waistband
of her hose and her ample backside. ?Woah!? in the blink of an eye he tripped
then went tumbling over sideways as her shapely thick leg continued to lift
his knee higher to speed him on his way. BERLAM! The back of his head and
shoulders slammed into the mat closely followed by his legs as he cartwheeled
into the floor. Immediately the big woman stepped astride his body with her
legs upon either side of his waist. Bending slightly at the knees to reach
down, her hands grabbed his right hand and lifted his arm vertically upwards
from his back. Twisting his hand palm upwards she bent back his fingers then
knelt upon his shoulder joint as she bent back his hand. ?Argh argh please
no!? ?Look how completely in control Madame Virginie is. She could break his
wrist and arm in an instant. Magnifique!? ?Arghh arghhh no more please. I
give, I give!? the big tough squealed in agony. ?Oh no. You're getting off
that lightly? the buxom mature woman told him. Holding his hand back with one
hand she pressed against the elbow joint with the other and forced him
squealing and writhing in agony to his feet once more.

Moving swiftly for her size she turned her back on him while pulling his arm
over her shoulder. The back of her blouse rode up over the waistband of her
hose giving a brief glimpse of her large peach of a backside before it thrust
back into his groin. Leaning forwards he was loaded him onto her broad back
with his feet dangling. In the blink of an eye he whipped over her right
shoulder, his whole body rotating in the air as she bent sharply forwards. His
head was a blur plummeting towards the mat as his legs flew up into the air
before flipping over. BERLAM! the top of his back slammed into the mat moments
before his arse then legs.

?How long do you really think you can last out with me?? the buxom Judo woman
teased in a sultry voice as she ruthlessly poured on another armlock to force
him to his feet without a pause. ?I maybe approaching 60 but I'm more than you
can possibly handle? she teased once more her sultry voice suggesting
double-meaning. Although clearly dazed, Matthias' eyes widened to see that all
that activity had loosened her blouse exposing her large areolae and prominent
nipples. ?Don't drool on the mats, dear? she teased then grabbed the front of
his shirt and roughly pushed him away from her, the movement making her
unfettered breasts bounce around in a way that made my dick lurch then
immediately pulling him right back towards her. To my utter astonishment the
plump woman fell backwards, thick nylon-clad legs and deep shapely calves rose
to plant both feet in the groin of the onrushing man as she pulled him down as
if to fall on top of her. A split-second later, her back rolled as it hit the
mat and her legs straightened with the brute on the end as they powered him
high up into the air while flipping him over her body. Those big legs sent him
hurtling across the mats while flipping heels over head. KASLAM! His back hit
the mats hard. I had never seen a woman perform a stomach throw in real life
and had never realised how incredibly feminine and sexy it was. My dick was
absolutely throbbing and made me realise what a skilled and dangerous woman
this big breasted MILF was. ?Such skill, such finesse and executed with such
feminine grace?.

Matthias seemed well out of it as Madame Virginie once again applied a brutal
arm lock to force him to stand. He just stood there with his head lolling
looking dazed while the big breasted woman pulled his arm over her shoulder as
she turned her back to him. Pulling him against her back, she thrust back her
ample backside and leant forward enough that he was spooning her. I heard a
nylon rasp as he slid up onto her backside and thought she was going to slam
him over her shoulder again but instead she held him there with his crotch
pressed against her buttocks while he stood on his toes and her titanic
breasts dangled freely and visible inside her loose blouse. ?Urrrr? I heard
him moan as he seemed to be struggling with sweat breaking out on his
forehead. ?Hnnnnn!? he moaned again. I could only imagine what it felt like to
have my groin balanced on her big broad backside with a rigid erection in the
deep crevice between her full rounded buttocks. ?Nnnnnargh!? it was driving
him insane. ?That's it. You fight it. It will only make it cum all the
stronger? the buxom woman teased. I was certainly getting very turned on just
watching and imagining what it felt like. ?Orrrrr!? Matthias was rolling his
head trying to fight it but losing fast. ?ORRR ORRRR!? he began sweating and
groaning as she kept him finely balanced on her ample backside that resembled
two beach-balls trapped inside a tan nylon bag. ?I can feel that you like my
backside in your groin? she chuckled. ?I can feel your puny manhood sinking
between my big firm buttocks. How long can you last?? ?ORRRR ORRRR!? he was
moaning like crazy perched up there with his groin on her arse. ?Not very long
at all by the sound of it? she chuckled as the guy threw back his head and
rocked it back and forth.

?Let's see how you like it when I use my bum to throw you? she momentarily
lowered his feet to the mat then suddenly leant forwards. He was just a blur
flying over her shoulder sent hurtling into the mat. KASLAM! He slammed into
the mats so hard that he actually bounced. His tent was lurching like crazy
then his eyes saw the mature buxom Judo Goddess lean over him with her huge
wide wall of breast dangling overhead atop pantyhose clad legs. ?NNNAARRGH!
NNNNARGHH NNNNARGH!? he let out an orgasmic cry as he thrust up his crotch
three times as if stabbing the air with his dick before falling back down. An
embarrassing patch of dampness spread out over his groin. As he fell back
shagged out and dazed a satisfied smile appeared on Madame Virginie's lips as
she stood over him looking victorious. ?Once again, a woman proves her
dominance over a man both physically and sexually humiliating him? Madame
Michelle's voice rang out.

The contrast was stunning between the big muscular man lying on the mat and
the short plump mature woman standing in victory astride his body. Her blouse
lay open exposing her amazing big breasts that showed that was no man that had
beaten him. The wide waist with curving sides mocked the man's fit body. Upon
her wide hips were her hands in the universal sign of feminine disapproval
next to the waist band of her tan pantyhose showing without shame, her hairy
pussy through the sheer nylon. Below this her short thick but shapely legs
sloped down upon either side of his chest with her foot tapping impatiently.
?Up!? she commanded in a stern voice. I think the guy was still dazed because
his wobbling head lazily raised itself to try to focus on the source of her
voice. It was only when she leant forwards, letting her amazing bust dangle
like a unstable cliff face, while reaching for his hand that he came to life.
?No! No! Please No! I give I give. Please!? he whimpered pathetically. The big
tough was whimpering on the ground, absolutely terrified of this big buxom
Judo woman who together with the younger cheeky tomboy had completely broken
him. ?No more, please. Please let me sign that confession, please? He
whimpered to the magnificently full bodied mature woman.

Part 7. The End

I tried to look away in disgust as Matthias willingly signed his confession
but the tall willowy blonde who was pinning me still held my face in her
slender hands. Madame Coralie twisted my face to look up at her plain face
sitting on a hour-glass figure with her taut stomach flaunting a six-pack and
a skimpy bra cupping sensational breasts. ?Now it's just you and me? she said
with an arrogant smirk as she looked down at me pinned between her
sensationally long slender legs sheathed in tan nylon. Unable to use my arms
which were pinned beneath her legs, looking up at her sitting on my chest I
felt so helpless. She looked so dominant sitting there that strangely I found
the position beneath exciting. A wicked smirk appeared. ?You seemed quite
excited when Madame Sofia beat that man helpless with her fists? a shiver went
down my spine as I recalled that furious tomboy smashing Matthias' face with
her small fists. ?Now it's my turn to be naughty? She chuckled then holding my
head steady with her left hand, balled her right fist in front of my face and
pulled it back to her hip. ?No!? I cried in terror ?Please no. I'll sign, I'll
sign? I found myself yelping in fear.

?Arrr? she sighed in mock sympathy ?You forgot the magic word?. With that the
gusset of her hose leapt forwards as her long legs slid against the sides of
my face until it could go no further. ?Kkkk!? she was now sitting on my throat
with her crotch pressing against the underside of my chin. ?Arghhkkk! Argkk!
Argkk!? her crotch began to thrust forwards and back, pressing my head back
hard arching my throat exposing it to more of her bodyweight choking me.
?Argkkk! Please Kkkk!? Frantically I racked my brains for the word. ?Argkkk!
Argkkk! Mistress grkk!?. With relief she stopped thrusting. ?There that wasn't
that difficult was it?? she mocked then rose and walked off as the bulky young
woman with short hair and glasses brought over the document to sign. Kneeling
by my side watching me with a cold stern face as I signed it, I couldn't help
noticing how enormous her calves were. I no longer had the energy to try and
resist to be beat down by whatever it was she did to develop those muscular
beauties.

I had just finished signing when I heard a commotion. The buxom mature plump
woman was kneeling behind Matthias who was sitting on the mats. She had rolled
up her sleeves to stretch a thick beefy left arm down the side of his neck.
Bending at the elbow, a thick solid looking forearm clamped around the other
side of his neck. The front of his throat wedged tightly in the crook of her
arm as she pulled her big arm, which now seemed very solid, tight grasping her
right arm for support. Her arm bent a thick strong looking triangular shaped
forearm up the right side of his head and clamped her hand upon the top of his
head. Then she yanked his head back hard at an angle. His hands flew up to the
arms locked tight around his head desperately tugging and pulling at her thick
arms but shockingly was unable to budge them. ?Behold the sleeper hold? Madame
Michelle's voice rang out. ?A hold that any woman can quickly learn and apply
with no need for great strength or skill?. Matthias' eyes were already
flickering and half-closed even as he kept tugging at her arms in vain. ?With
this simple but effective hold, a woman can cut off the oxygen and blood to
their brains rendering them unconscious in a matter of seconds?. His hand
slipped from the crook of her arm that looked incredibly tight around his neck
while his other hand still managed to cling on to her thick strong looking
forearm by the side of his head. ?If the hold is prolonged a woman can inflict
brain damage or death, which of course we do not condone?. His other hand now
slipped down to the mat as his eyes began to roll up inside the lids.

There was something so powerful and sexual about this mature woman knocking
out a man with her bare arms that I barely registered the return of the tall
willowy blonde by my side. ?However a skilled woman like Madame Virginie can
safely prolong the hold keeping a man on the edge for a long time to let him
savour the power she has over him?. Suddenly the big busty woman wrenched his
head hard to the right then to the left. I saw his eyes open in shock looking
dazed as she cruelly worked his head from one side to the other yanking him
back from passing out. Her big firm arms kept working him like that, cruelly
working the hold making him suffer a long drawn-out embarrassment as she kept
him on the edge of consciousness. His hands flapped around him until they
found her big nylon clad thighs and to my amazement began to stroke them.
?Look at how turned on he is by the knowledge that this mistress is in
complete control, able to put him away at a moment's notice?. It was true for
he once again sporting a big bulge in his trousers. I didn't blame him for the
sheer ruthless power this woman was exerting over this big tough guy had me
absolutely rigid. ?You bore me now. Night night? her husky voice finally told
him and I saw her tense her big arms around his neck. His eyelids fluttered
and closed as his whole body relaxed. He was right out with a damp patch
spreading rapidly where he must have cum just before he passed out. My dick
was thumping like crazy and I struggled not to do the same thing then the big
woman went and knelt on the guy's his stomach and flexed her big firm arms in
victory. ?Nnnnuurgh! Nnnurghhh! Nnnurghh!? I creamed my pants hard with the
sheer ruthless dominance of the buxom woman.

?Urrrr you dirty pig!? My head whipped around at Madame Coralie's voice. She
was standing behind me and the first thing I noticed was that she had put back
on her sexy high-heeled leather hooker boots. Before I could react, a black
boot leapt towards me. PAF! ?Arghh!? she kicked my head onto its side and
placed a metal heel into my temple and began pressing down. ?Arghhh arghhh
arghhh!? I kept screaming as she put her weight behind that heel which twisted
and turned trying to drill into my head. I kept screaming as the boring pain
in my temple went on but oblivion didn't come too soon.

***

I tried to compose myself as Inspector Moreau switched off the transcript of
the Gendarme's interview with the Taxi driver translated into English for my
benefit. I tried not to let on that I had been turned on by listening to the
fate that had befallen these men. ?Jacques was found in the back of his cab a
short distance from Place Vend?me following an anonymous call. His hands were
tied behind his back with a pair of pantyhose, tan naturally. A used pair was
also stuffed into his mouth and tied in place?. I didn't ask how he knew they
were used. ?He was badly beaten with a nose broken and trauma to his groin
consistent with his interview. The bully, Matthias, was found in a similar
condition only a few streets away?. He paused and looked at me.

?So. What do you think Monsieur Priest?? He failed to hide the biting
sarcastic tone from his voice. ?Interesting. A group of female vigilantes
extracting confessions to help the Gendarme secure convictions that they
couldn't otherwise get?. His eyes narrowed ?We can't have members of the
Public going around kidnapping men and beating a confession out of them. For
one thing it is illegal and they are themselves breaking the law and therefore
criminals? he stated adamantly. ?So you are discounting the signed
confessions?? ?Not entirely. Both men confirmed their confessions during our
interviews? ?So what does the Paris Gendarme want with a poor English Private
Detective?? ?You investigate secret female societies skilled in the arts
martiaux, non?? His mouth showed his distaste. ?Yes I do. However I see no
direct connection with your vigilantes so I do not understand why you have
come to me?. To be honest his attitude was getting to me. Why should I help
him track down and arrest a group of women helping taking scum off of the
streets? ?Because attached to the nylons placed in the taxi driver's mouth
stapled to the signed confession was this? He slid a small rectangular piece
of card across the desk towards me. Picking it up I stared in dumbfounderment
at my own business card. ?I have no idea how they got this? I said in shock
?I've only ever been to Paris the once for a, er, business meeting? [JIMP#14]
?My boss, the chief, thinks this is significant and tells me that I must not
return to Paris alone. You will help us find these violent women? the look on
his face showed that he disagreed.

I was about to refuse his offer when I flipped over the card and saw what had
been scribbled on the back - 9546. My eyes must have widened in shock ?Ah yes,
Monsieur Priest. I was meaning to ask you about those numbers? he said with a
smirk ?They mean something, yes?? ?Yes? I gasped ?They mean that I was wrong.
This group of women are somehow involved with the World-wide secret sisterhood
that I have been dealing with, and...? ?Yes?? ?I need to get a passport pretty
damn quick?.