The Case of the Pantyhose Society: The Ballerina P.A. and The Lingerie Shop
by Jimp based on an idea by Karate2hose
Jim discovers Ballerinas and posh women are deadly


(c)Jim P 2015

Part 1. Madame Julia

Madame Julia is Inspector Moreau's Personal Assistant at the Gendarme offices
in Paris where I am helping him investigate a group of female vigilantes.
Calling themselves The Pantyhose Society after their signature leg-wear they
have been kidnapping men and beating confessions out of them. Julia is about
27 years old although looks much older with her exquisite sophisticated looks.
With extremely short close-cropped brown hair she has an attractive small face
with a small sleek up-turned nose, a small sensual thick-lipped pouting
lipstick glossed mouth and chubby cheeks with high cheekbones. Wearing stylish
large framed square-shaped designer spectacles over small grey eyes beneath
finely delineated eyebrows she had a sort of stylish sexy secretary look
except that the way she looked at me was with a cold imperious manner as if I
were somehow beneath her. Standing around 5'3 when in her customary heels she
had a chunky sturdy upper body and a thrusting bust that somehow didn't give
the impression of being overweight.

The first time I saw her she was wearing a pair of designer jeans that clung
tightly to a very large thick pair of thighs that looked firm. The way a thick
slab pushed out the denim along the sides of her upper thighs had me convinced
that it was muscle which greatly excited me. Even more mind-blowing were her
calves. Even though I first saw them from the front I stared goggle-eyed at
absolutely massive calves that raised up on relatively low heels, jutted out
behind her relatively short chunky shin stretching out the denim in massive
dense wings of flared muscle beautifully and feminine curved. When she began
to turn, my lord my dick went stiff at the sight of just how far they jutted
out behind the back of her shin. Even though they were covered in jeans that
struggled to contain their sheer massiveness, I knew that they were simply the
largest calves that I had ever seen on a woman and that included my mother
in-law. As she walked away I was practically drooling at the outlandish shape
of her calves like two inverted bottles of Mateus Rose with thick necks and a
very large curved base. Her backside too was very ample yet seemed very firm.
That was the first and only time I ever saw Julia wearing jeans or leggings
because from then on she only wore smart business dress with skirts that came
down to the knee below which were sheer tan-coloured tights that sheathed her
short lower legs and massive calves.

Fortunately for me her office was on the top floor, the third, where the
inspectors were. She never took the lift which made it a pleasure to follow
behind watching those enormously wide, thick and rounded calves explode into
massive hard balls of muscle. When I discreetly asked her about it, she did
reveal that she was an amateur ballerina in her spare time. Today however as
she left the office for her lunch-break, I followed on behind as she walked to
the train station. Keeping a discrete distance I admired her sensational
calves, trying not to get distracted or drawn closer by their sensual
magnetism. No, I was not being a dirty pervert following a smart
sophisticated-looking young woman around for I had seen her mark the date in
her diary furtively glancing around unaware that I was watching. Julia has
calves that I just want to reach out and touch to feel if they are as hard as
they look. That wouldn't be a clever thing to do when I was meant to be
keeping a low profile to follow her. I resist the urge, keeping well back out
of sight as she heads towards the platform. As she gets on a train I join an
adjoining carriage keeping an eye on her. She alights at Pyramides station and
I follow as she heads towards Place Vend?me trying to keep my cool and
distance from the sexy calve show ahead. Reaching the square the rather snooty
cold young woman turns and enters a shop. As I near it and see it's contents
through the windows I am horrified to see that it is a shop selling high-end
lingerie. Not wanting to lose Julia I gather up my courage and enter trying
not to look too embarrassed and trying to keep a low profile.

As soon as I enter a young woman welcomes me and presses a glass of champagne
into my hand. Inside, the shop is quite spacious and brightly lit with trendy
hi-tech displays. It is no less comfort to find the shop mainly full of rather
sophisticated rich-looking women, the few men probably husbands or
sugar-daddies. I spot Julia being warmly welcomed by the very buxom plump
though elegant mature owner of the shop. From the interviews of the beaten
men, I take a guess that this is Madame Virginie. I keep out of sight at the
back as she welcomes everyone to her shop then announces the launch of a new
pair of pantyhose.

?The Wolford Neon 30 denier. Glossy, semi-transparent pantyhose providing a
camouflaging effect for the legs? she explained whilst holding up a very
slinky highly-glossed tan-coloured pair of nylons that would certainly get my
attention if worn by a woman. ?They will give your legs the glamorous
appearance they deserve, making the skin look smooth and flawless?. The buxom
woman hitched up the hem of her smart skirt to reveal that she had a great
pair of legs. ?You see how good they will look on you? She said while moving
her legs this way and that to the appreciation of the women. I certainly
appreciated her legs which looked absolutely sensational in those sexy tights.
?This is largely due to the discreet laminating effect, making the skin appear
smooth and giving the leg a perfect appearance?. She hitched her skirt right
up over her hips. I didn't know where to look and felt guilty and flushed for
looking. ?They feature a comfortable soft sewn-on waistband with the Wolford
logo?. My mouth went dry as her hands moved to her crotch which seemed as
smooth and sexless as Action Man making me doubt that she wore anything
beneath to disrupt that smooth profile. ?And look at the sensual and perfect
barely visible cotton gusset? She needlessly emphasised the area concerned. I
nervously glanced to see if anyone was watching me staring at the smooth
crotch of a plump mature woman holding her skirt up. Dropping the hem she
inserted one arm into one leg of the tights stretching it to it's full length.
?So chic, yes?? she asked with gasps of ?Oui? from the enraptured women. ?I am
sure that your partner will not baulk at the price to see you wearing these in
the privacy of your boudoir, non?? She asked in a saucy tone with a wink that
got some of the sugar-daddies very excited. Holding up one leg she indicated
the toe. ?Note the barely visible shadow toe reinforcement ideal for those
extra rough conditions?. She gave a wink to her audience many of whom smiled
knowingly. ?Very resistant but without losing the elegance and softness and
quality that you deserve?

?Our club members are invited here tonight to wear and test the new pantyhose
for our guest? She added and again I noted the excited reactions of some of
the women. I'm now certain that this shop is the meeting place of the secret
club who kidnapped the rich master-criminal known as The Moroccan. But before
I could alert the Inspector I needed to know exactly where they were holding
him captive. Just then the buxom woman announces a toast to the new product
and a dozen young women dressed as maids enter the room distributing glasses
of more champagne. The girls didn't look French, more eastern European. So
with glass in hand I wandered around, keeping out of sight of Julia, and
engaged some of these young lovelies in conversation. By spreading my chat
among different girls I started to build up an interesting picture. All of
them were Ukrainian very grateful to Madame Virginie and her friends for what
they have done for them. Not wanting to sound like I was prying I delicately
teased out that the girls had been had been kidnapped at home by armed men,
loaded on a truck and driven to the outskirts of Paris where they were groomed
to be sex workers for very rich men. Fortunately they were saved by Madame
Virginie where they were made very welcome and would soon return back to the
Ukraine and their families. I realised that the drop-off point was the place
where the thug Ekon worked as a security guard. The kidnappings and beatings
to extract information and confessions from the men - it was beginning to make
sense now. There was a criminal organization that traded in young women for
prostitution market run by men in extreme positions of privilege and influence
that the Gendarme were powerless to act. So this vigilante group were trying
to demolish it in their own way. Maybe they had kidnapped The Moroccan because
he was the head of this criminal network or maybe it was the means to get to
the head of the gang. I really needed to know and get enough evidence so that
Gendarme could bring them down.

All of a sudden I noticed Julia going through a door at the back of the shop.
Making sure no-one sees me I follow quickly to find her climbing some stairs.
Unable to keep my eyes off those huge bulging calves I give in to my weakness
and follow in rapt awe with a rising feeling of lust. The stairs leads to
another door through which I find myself in an office and a cold snooty
disapproving stare from the short-haired young woman. ?Monsieur Priest are you
following me up the stairs again so that you can stare at my calves?? ?No, not
at all? not this time I thought to myself. ?Are you moonlighting? Working a
second job? I ask. ?I know what it means and no I do not wish to go out with
you to dinner, Monsieur Priest? she said coldly. ?Au-revoir. Please close the
door on the way out of the office of my best friend?. I wasn't even going to
ask her out! The arrogance of the woman. ?Julia. Do you remember when I asked
you to run those searches for possible members of the pantyhose society?? I
asked trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her large calve muscle as she sat
on the single desk in the room and crossed her legs. They were covered in a
very familiar sensational sheen. ?Wolford Neon 30?? I remarked. ?How nice that
you take an interest in women's lingerie. I am a busy woman, Monsiuer Priest.
If you will excuse me I have some work to do sorting out the invoices for my
friend? it was a cold arrogant dismissal. ?Which is what you always tell me? I
shot back. She glared at me through her spectacles then picked up some papers
from the in-tray and pointedly ignored me.

?Have you ever wondered how these vigilantes are getting their hands on
information which can only be found in secret Police files?? her mouth pouted
tighter as she continued to read the invoices. ?I am busy Monsieur Priest. I
must ask you to leave. You should not be up here. This is for shop staff and
Madame Virginie's personal friends only? she snapped coldly. ?Or how they
found out about The Moroccan and kidnapped him before the Gendarme got to
him?? The media was full of it, blaming this on militant terrorists. Julia
continued to ignore me, stood up to walk over to a filing cabinet with her
back to me. Leaving me to drool over those mammoth calves sheathed in sexy
shiny tan-coloured nylons fighting the temptation to kneel down behind her and
run my hands over those large very hard looking slabs of dancer's muscle.
?It's almost as if they have someone working inside the Gendarme with access
to all the records?. Did her back tighten slightly just then? ?Don't you have
something better to do than stare at my calves all day Monsieur Priest??
?Strange that your friend has the same name as one of the vigilantes? I
remarked. ?It is a common French name? ?And a shop in Place Vend?me which
backs onto old warehouses at the back. One used to be a top martial arts dojo
until it was brought out by Madame Michelle, an Oriental business woman?. Yes
a definite tightening of the shoulders.

Julia turned around and walked towards me with thick strong shapes bulging
along the outside of her short thick thighs beneath her smart business skirt.
She stared at me straight in the eyes. ?So Monsieur Priest you think I am a
member of this secret group of women vigilantes who are skilled in Martial
Arts?? she asked with a mocking smile looking up at me with her finely defined
elegant features. ?Aren't you afraid that I am a black-belt and will kick your
sorry English backside through the Channel Tunnel back to England??. To be
honest I thought that Julia's short chunky body and short thick thighs made it
unlikely that I had anything to fear on that front. ?So you admit you are
leaking information to the vigilantes??. She sighed theatrically then said
?Very well, yes Monsieur Priest, if that is what it takes to get you to stop
staring at my legs, I am, how-you-say, the leak and no I will not put that in
writing so it would be your word against mine. Now if you do not mind I have a
lot of work to do, au-revoir Monsieur Priest?. I pulled out my mobile phone
which had been recording the conversation. ?I just have to press this button
to mail your confession to the Inspector?. ?Oh dear. That really was a silly
thing to do? she uttered. I thought she meant making the admission but I
quickly realised my mistake.

She sat back on the edge of the desk facing me when suddenly she grabs my arms
and pulls me forwards as she falls back with her back across the desk opening
her big legs and pulling my waist inside. Big thick walls of feminine leg clad
in sheer nylon envelope my middle. On my toes, leaning right over her, I know
that I'm in real trouble as I place my hands upon her huge thighs and feel how
solid they are even before they swell up bulging with fearsome muscular power.
?Jeeze!? I gasp as her short thick thighs squeeze my middle like squeezing a
tube of toothpaste. ?I don't need to be an expert in Martial Arts to destroy
you, Monsieur Priest. Didn't you know that dancers have strong legs, you silly
Englishman?? she chuckled.

I whimpered as her big muscular calves fold against my back and the pressure
soars. ?C...can't breathe? I gasp. ?Yes. That is the general idea. Did you
deduce that all by yourself, Mister big-shot detective? she mocked. ?Arghh!? I
clench my teeth to hold back a scream as Julia's huge thighs rise towards
vertical lifting my entire body off the floor. I am stunned by the sheer
muscular power as her big legs lift me on top of her short chunky body.
?Oarghhh!? I cry as an unfathomable power increases around my middle. It feels
like my middle is being crushed out of existence. My hands slap down on a wide
plain of nylon-sheathed female thighs as solid as a rock and exerting an
insane amount of pressure squeezing in from both sides of my waist. ?Orrghh!?.
At the back of my mind I probably expected Julia's massive legs to be soft and
flabby but they were nothing of the sort. They were power personified. Big
thick and totally solid beneath the softness of her nylon tights. Everywhere I
felt was a vast plain of powerfully crushing muscle. The way her outer thighs
bulged like massive thick columns of nylon-sheathed granite made me give up
all hope. At the same time the sheer amount of undoubtedly feminine leggy
power threatening to slice my body in two was overwhelming me that I had an
uncontrollably stiffening boner.

?That's enough groping my legs, Monsieur Priest? with that she laced her left
arm beneath my right arm at the elbow and grabbed hold of her other arm which
she slapped over my right shoulder and used to secure my wrist and lock my arm
behind my back. ?Orragh!? with one arm immobile I was powerless to prevent the
fearsome crushing strength of Julia's massive thighs squeezing the life out of
me. ?Oh you silly Englishman? she taunted as I suffered between her powerful
legs knowing that I was completely helpless. ?You see how easy it is for a
dedicated ballerina such as myself to totally incapacitate a man such as
yourself using the strength of her legs alone??. I could indeed feel the
incredible power of her massive legs, knowing they could probably crush me to
death and to be honest it was turning me on as much as it was scaring me. The
sheer size of her legs alone were more than enough to overwhelm a man. The
fact that they were sheer slabs of muscle meant it was game over for any man
caught between them. ?So pathetic? the small finely chiselled face with the
elegant spectacles mocked me as my face contorted, unable to move my body even
enough to squirm.

?Nnnn nnnn!? I strained unable to draw breath beneath the all-encompassing
power of Julia's massive legs. I thought I was finished with my face burning
and my mouth gaping wide unable to draw in air. ?Nnnnn nnnnn nnarrghh!? all of
a sudden I gave a massive exhalation followed by a frantic gasping as Julia's
mighty legs opened. Releasing my arm I came to rest on top of her short chunky
body with my face in her bosom as she herself lay with her back on top of the
desk.

?Really Monsieur Priest! Is that all you think about?? in mock anger she
pushed my body weakened by the terrible squeezing and deprivation of air. My
lower body began to slid off the edge of the desk from between her big legs
with the rasp of the nylon tights in my ears. I realised the danger too late
and in no condition to do anything about it. Feeling a dreadful inevitability
Julia's massive thighs closed in around my head like enormous tan
nylon-coloured walls of a mighty canyon. I tried to raise my hands in a futile
attempt to stop them but couldn't slow their progress a jot. Frantically I
tried to slide out of that deadly closing canyon as thighs taller and wider
than my head enveloped it with a terrible menace. Too late, with my face
looking straight at the gusset of her tights beneath her business skirt which
had now ridden over her large rounded hips a dread claustrophobic feeling
overcame me as the big leggy walls closed in on me. ?Jeez!? her legs were so
big they completely enveloped my head and held me tight while my hands held on
to her solid outer thighs feeling the latent power beneath the silky smooth
nylons and dreading the moment that would surely come.

But the big squeeze didn't come immediately. With my head held completely
immobile by her big car-clamping thighs all I could do was move my eyes.
Curiously she wasn't paying any attention to me but rummaging around in her
bag which had been left on the desk top. As I watched she pulled out a pair of
nylon tights that look crumpled and worn. With a nasty smile upon her refined
face she held up the tan-coloured tights in front of my captive face. It was
difficult to hear her with her big inner thighs clamped over my ears. ?These
are an old pair I wore yesterday and haven't washed yet. They will serve to
keep you quiet so you don't disturb the clientele downstairs? I heard her
muffled voice tell me with glee watching the dawning horror on my face. ?Open
wide? she said with a smirk pressing the nylons against my lips. No way was
she shoving those dirty things in my mouth. I began to struggle to try to
escape but then the short chunky P.A. and amateur ballerina clamped down hard.
In horror my hands holding onto her outer thighs leapt what felt like a
massive distance further outwards as enormously thick slabs of muscle bulged
up with raw unadulterated power. I opened my mouth to scream at the
head-splitting pain shearing through my skull only for it to be filled with
the taste of nylon. Julia's thighs were so massively wide I couldn't get my
arms over them to reach my mouth and remove the horrible tasting object nor
could I push them out with my tongue what with the immense pressure on either
side of my face locking my mouth tight in a pained grin.

?By wrapping my thighs around the sides of your head instead of your neck I
can keep you in punishing agony far longer. Otherwise my legs would put you
right out like snuffing a light? I heard her voice over the pounding of my
heart. ?Mmmmm! Mmmm!? I screamed into the tights balled up in my mouth. It
felt like the very sides of my skull were bending inwards. ?Madame Michelle
would complain that this wasn't very lady-like but hey-ho if you've got
ballerina legs like mine you might as well use them? she told me as I screamed
again into her nylons unable to bear the skull-breaking pain. Her granite-like
thighs expanded to an immense size as the pressure soared to unbearable
heights forcing me to scream myself hoarse into the tights stuffed inside my
mouth. My vision just blurred right out, the pounding of my blood in my ears
got louder and my mind spun crazily. The intense pain was too much but rather
than knocking me straight out and relieving me of all this skull-bending
mind-splitting agony, Julia's big powerful legs kept me on a slow agonising
slide into oblivion.

Part 2. The Posh Women

I don't remember passing out or had any idea for how long. Coming too, I found
myself trapped in a small metal cage in what seemed to be some kind of gym
with rubber matting covering the floor. From the confessions of the beaten
men, I guessed that this was the private club for the secretive Pantyhose
Society and that this wasn't going to be fun for me. My head ached terribly
and my waist hurt from Julia's brutally strong legs but I forced myself to
observe instead of feeling sorry for myself.

Around the large room were scattered a number of well-built men wearing gi and
black belts. Amongst them I spot Henri [pantyhose#2], the top-ranking man at
the Dojo taken over by Madame Michelle, but he purposefully refused to look in
my direction. Each wore thick protective padding around their groins and it
wasn't long before I found out why. In front of each man are several very
eager looking rich women. How do I know this? Because each has a stately
charisma of elegance and sophistication with the open arrogant bearing of
someone who gets anything that they want. Young and old alike possess a
stunning beauty naturally inherited through select bloodlines, some possibly
enhanced through the best cosmetic surgery that money can buy. Their glamorous
coiffured looks are further enhanced by expensive designer clothes
individually tailored to flatter their stunningly slim shapely bodies with
elegant skirts coming down above the knees to show off legs clad in Wolford
Neon 30 nylons. This air of jet-set glamour was offset by their arrogant
elitist aura that could make some men throw themselves down at their feet
happy to be their servant. I spot Madame Michelle at the far end of the room.
Sexy and deadly, the elegant mature Oriental looked full of self-confidence as
she barked a single word.

?Attack!?. Each man stepped forward to square off with one of the posh ladies
who maintained a cold calm nobility radiating arrogant superiority. Shockingly
some of the men looked nervous in the face of such arrogant smugness. With so
many people involved I could only focus on a few individuals. My eyes homed in
on a stunning young blonde nearby. Possibly in her twenties, her face was very
pretty, long with wide hazel coloured eyes, a long nose, deep chin and a
medium sized luscious mouth. With long golden blonde hair pinned back in fancy
elaborately curled waves behind her ears and topped by a fancy white silk and
feathers bonnet she was certainly very eye-catching. A stylish blue jacket and
tight matching skirt was tailor-fitted to a tall slim figure below which were
a nice pair of lower legs clad in the familiar high-sheen tan-coloured nylons
with quite thick shapely calves and long shins with her feet shoeless. Even
her opponent seemed too stunned by her sheer beauty to do anything but stand
there and gawp at her tongue-tied. ?You are so beneath me, it disgusts me? she
said in a polished voice with a cutting tone. ?I can see how horny you are but
you cannot touch me. I love to irritate scum like you, driving you wild with
desire for my perfect body then humiliate you?. Stung by her cutting words the
man stepped forwards seizing her by the throat with a look of triumph.
Remaining ice-cool the gorgeous posh blonde slammed her left hand over his
right arm pinning it against her chest while swinging her right elbow into the
side of his face. ?Yah!? TWOCK! Her elbow struck his face hard. The next
instant her right palm struck him square in the face pushing it right back
over his shoulders until it was looking up at the ceiling. With his face in
that awkward position her skirt rode up to reveal strong thighs possibly from
horse-riding as she powered her knee into his groin protector with a cool look
of utter snobbery. BLAM! with a widening smirk on her coy face she drove her
knee between his legs again and again connecting solidly with the protector
with loud rapport, bringing her knee level with her waist with the poor man's
groin on the end as he jerked up and down onto his toes with a look of sheer
agony. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!.

?Feel the flexibility of the Wolford Neon 30 denier? Madame Michelle's voice
cut across the room.

I saw a very majestic mature woman with pale blonde hair punching a man in the
throat before swinging her leg with her skirt riding up around a great pair of
legs clad in shiny nylons. Her shin hammered between his legs as her foot went
right through and literally kicked his arse while mashing his nuts. ?Hai!?
WHAM! With an icy cold expression of superiority the woman kicked with such
force that he flew right up onto his toes with a pained expression on his
face.

?Feel it's comfort, like a second skin? the good-looking mature Oriental
continued ?See how sexy it makes your legs look as you dominate a man?.

Close-by a young man in a gi lay on the mats floored by a stern looking mature
red-head with her long hair held back behind her ears with a black diamond
encrusted hairband. Looking down at him with a sneer on her ruby-red lips she
seemed confident and dominant in her abilities. A very smart styled lime green
jacket graced her slim body with a large cross-over panel with three large
gold buttons in the shape of flowers off-centre on the left, and graceful
curved hems resembling large petals that emphasised her slender hips. The
matching skirt also mimicked large green petals and revealed much of her right
thigh which looked sensational in the shiny sheer tan nylons. ?I see that you
have a very stiff erection? she sneered in a voice aged with fine dining and
drink. ?Ha! Typical lower-class man. When you're close to me you get a very
hard erection. That's the natural order of things. Now get it out and jerk it!
Sacrifice your sperm in my honour? she demanded looking at him critically
expecting his compliance. He was obviously turned on but unwilling to comply.
?I enjoy a sophisticated and privileged lifestyle because my husband and I
make massive amounts of money from your savings and pensions and your
Government let us?. ?You pathetic loser. You are not worth my valuable time?
with that she turned her back on the young man. Suddenly he leapt to his feet
and seized her from behind wrapping his arms around her slender body and
taking a good hold of her forward-thrusting bust. Clamping her hands over his
arms, the aged arrogant privileged woman calmly leant forward thrusting her
compact backside sharply into his groin. Quickly standing straight again she
had opened up a small gap between her and her attacker. Her leg kicked swiftly
back to hammer the sole of her nylon-clad foot hard against his groin
protector. ?Yah!? BLAM! Remaining emotionless, the privileged attractive yet
stern mature lady swung her arms to the right breaking his grip. With her
hands clenched she drove the point of her elbow hard against his sternum.
?Hah!? WHUMPH ?Orrragh!? he groaned. As he creased forwards her hands drove
back her elbow again. ?Hah!? WHOCK! Her sharp elbow hammered his jaw snapping
his head right back in an instant. To his horror his knees turned to jelly and
he found himself on his knees looking at her sexy shiny sheathed legs. ?Why
darling! These pantyhose are fabulous. You will buy me a dozen pair from your
pathetic wage?. Before he could protest she grabbed the front of his shirt
holding him up while raising her right hand above her shoulder in an open palm
straight fingered knife-hand. ?Hah!? her hand was a blur as it slashed down
and chopped him across the base of his throat. WHOCK! ?Kkkk kkkk!? he croaked
alarmingly, his hands flying to his neck as his face turned red.

?Come on ladies, give those Wolford's a good test drive. Try different kicks,
try different positions. Really give them a good work-out? the mature Oriental
encouraged.

All around the large hall beautiful elegant looking women with cold impassive
arrogant faces were kicking and kneeing the male black-belts in the groin
protectors with very loud sounds of impact suggesting deceptive strength for
such sophisticated women. Groaning and wincing, the expressions on their faces
clearly showed that the devices provided little protection against the sheer
aggression of the upper-class ladies. Most were doubling over barely able to
stand. The high sheen of the pantyhose made every lady's legs sleek sensual
shapely and highly alluring. So entranced were most of the men by the glossy
sexy perfect looking legs before them that they seemed too move too slow
against the leggy defence of the upper-class women. More than one man was
happy to find a glamorous lady sitting on his face with a look of smug
superiority and little or no objection from her seat which was sporting a
noticeable stiffy.

One haughty young blonde in a skin-tight red mini dress slid along the floor
on her back towards the feet of a surprised black belt male. Whereupon she
grabbed his ankles then slammed both pantyhose-clad feet straight up into his
groin protector. The man found himself pressed up from the floor by her dainty
feet in his groin and a look of anguish upon his face.

Close-by another men seized the throat of a slim middle-aged brunette with
back-combed hair wearing a very short black mini-dress with white designer
graphics. With a calm expression on her attractive warm motherly kind of face,
both hands shot up between the arms of her attacker then sprang outwards
chopping his wrists, breaking his hold and knocking his arms wide. ?Hai!?
BAM!. Immediately her hands slapped down upon his shoulders and with a
disarmingly warm smile that he couldn't resist returning swiftly drove her
nylon-clad right knee straight into his groin. ?Yah!? WHUMP ?Orragh!? it was a
good solid strike that he felt through the protection. Quickly locking his arm
she pressed her side body against his while facing him with a smile. Slipping
her right leg behind his legs she suddenly back-kicks real hard knocking his
legs from under him sending him to the floor. ?Yah!? BAM! As his back hit the
mats hard, the elegant lady who still had hold of his left arm, pressed her
knee against the back of his elbow making him squeal while she laughed at his
helplessness. She looked magnificent standing over the black belt man at her
mercy with a skirt so short it barely covered her crotch, showing her sexy
long slender legs to their fullest clad in the ubiquitous high sheen tan
coloured nylon. Her long right leg stretched out and pressed the foot against
his lips. ?Kiss it? she demands sternly. His refusal was met by bending his
arm back over her thigh causing him to scream and tap the mat frantically to
her amusement. As he screams her foot slips inside his mouth. Staring up at
her slender long legs he has no choice but to lick her toes while enjoying
running his free hand up and down her incredible long slender legs.

Madame Virginie comes over and pulls out a used pair of pantyhose. ?Here this
will keep him quiet? she said and indicated his groin with her head. The leggy
brunette withdrew her foot from his mouth and slammed it in his groin making
him open his mouth into which the buxom mature woman stuffed the used
pantyhose. Sitting down before him, the leggy brunette pressed one foot over
his mouth and kept slamming the other into his groin to the amusement of the
watching women as his cries are muffled out by the nylons in his mouth.

?Fight me, man!? a strident cultured voice drew my attention to an aged
haughty woman with short wavy blonde hair, a stunning slender body clad in an
eye-catching tight black dress with a gold chain motif and decked in gold
jewellery. Stooped before her was a big muscular looking man with his hands on
his groin protector. ?I own the mortgage over your house, your account into
which your wages are paid, your savings! I rule over you! I dictate everything
that you do. I expect blind obedience. Now do as I command or I will foreclose
your mortgage and have you fired from your job and make sure that you never
work in this continent again?. The look of pure hatred in the man's eyes made
it clear that he was going to attack her for real. He rushed forwards. ?Hai!?
he shouted throwing a lightning-fast punch straight at her face. With shocking
speed the old majestic woman knocked his arm aside with an almost-casual sweep
of her arm. ?Hai!? she yelled as the edge of her right hand slashed down upon
the side of his neck in a swift sharp chop. Visibly shocked the man was
stunned as she swivelled around in front of him lifting her right leg, the hem
of her skirt sliding up her long slender thighs. The sole of her bare
nylon-clad foot hammered backwards brutally hard into his groin, the protector
providing little comfort as the force of the impact lifted him onto his toes.
?Hai!? BLAM! With the black-belt crumpling forwards the old woman grabbed the
top of his head with her hands and pulled his face down sharply as her right
thigh rose revealing her lovely nylon-sheathed legs once more. ?Hai!? WHACK!
Her knee blasted his jaw hard, snapping back his face and sending him falling
over backwards to crash to the mats. There was a sharp clap of admonishment
from Madame Michelle. ?Ladies!. Although I applaud your enthusiasm and quick
learning, please do not break the toys or there will none left to play with
later?

As the glamorous rich ladies continue to practice their self-defence
techniques on the black-belt men I see a man strung up by his arms in middle
of gym wearing a groin protector. His legs are also held apart and secured to
the floor. Several posh women are taking turns to practice their kicks, knees,
punches and chops upon the suspended man. He is quite tall and I guess
handsome to women with a dark swarthy complexion that could have come from
North Africa. Wearing only a white shirt and black trousers I notice the Rolex
on his wrist and gold cuff-links on his sleeve and guess that this is The
Moroccan that everyone was looking for. As a good-looking young red-head
debutante drills a solid punch into his gut leaving him gasping while his body
creases I notice his eyes home in on one the women before him with a look of
imploring. ?Arghh!? he groans as the enthusiastic deb blasts a snap kick into
his groin with her lean nylon-sheathed legs. The strange way that he dangled
bobbing up and down as if on a spring makes me realise that he is bound with
rubber or elasticated ties. As he gathers himself I see his eyes once more go
to one of the waiting women as if he knows her.

At first I could only see her from the rear. A slim-bodied woman of average
height dressed in a smart casual black leisure jacket and matching skirt which
fell a good couple of inches above the knee and featuring a black lacy frill.
Shoulder-length pale blonde hair swept back from her forehead suggests quite a
mature woman. Regardless of her age, the backs of her legs clad with the
luxurious sheen of those tan-coloured Wolford's look good with a gentle yet
definite calve muscle head visible. ?Please help me. You've got to get your
husband to save me? Even with the din of the rich women practising, I can make
out The Moroccan pleading to the mature blonde by how his lips move. I fail to
catch her reply but as he begs again she turns to the side. My view confirms
my original guess that she is a woman perhaps in her 60's with a natural
fairly unadorned face. The swept back hair reveals thick gold earrings and a
high forehead, her nose is quite prominent and she has a sagging chin and
wrinkles yet she is a naturally elegant good-looking woman with wide blue-grey
eyes and wide thin-lipped mouth which push up creases around her cheeks when
she smiled, her pink lipstick glossed lips parting to reveal perfect white
teeth.

?I am sorry Allam but you have brought this upon yourself? She replies.
?Please Claudine, you've got to get help? he pleads ?or I'll tell? he hissed
threateningly. ?Countess. Is there a problem?? Madame Michelle's voice cut in
as she walked across the Dojo towards them. ?No problem? the mature blonde
replies. I saw The Moroccan's eyes widen threateningly. ?No problem at all?
she repeated, her mouth hardening as her hand slipped to her skirt. Her long
slender hands began to slowly slide back the hem lengthening the expanse of
shiny sheer pantyhose on view. With a bemused smile upon her regal aged face,
more and more sexy looking leg is exposed as the hem slowly slides higher. The
Moroccan's eyes widen in open appreciation while I find myself holding my
breath and watching with rapt attention for the old lady genuinely has great
legs. With an ever-widening grin, the wonderfully aged elegant woman slides
the hem over her slender rounded hips proudly showing off the full length of
her long slender sensational legs clad in high-sheen top-quality tan-coloured
pantyhose. White silk panties with a pink rose motif and cut daringly high
over the hip is clearly visible beneath the gusset and a magnet for the male
eyes and certainly getting my temperature up.

?Do you want to feel my legs?? she asks. ?Orrrrr yes please? he moans in open
desire and I didn't blame him. Lucky bastard I thought to myself with my loins
stirring for the amazing legs on display. Suddenly her right leg lifted with
bent knee rising level with her waist. ?Hai!? an unexpected unladylike shout
as her lower leg snaps straight in a fast stomp-like kick to his gut. KABLAM!
Despite her dainty slender appearance the sound of the sole of her foot
hammering his stomach is shockingly loud. ?Waaaoorrraghh!? he wails loudly his
face melting in agony as his body is hurled backwards with incredible speed,
his feet lifting clear off the mats. Brought to a sudden halt by his
restraints like a fly caught in a spider-web the rubber ties spring him
forward towards the elegant mature woman. With a smile on her face, her knee
again rises swiftly, yet with a sensual elegance, as The Moroccan's body
rushes towards her. The fantastic sexy nylon-sheathed leg straightens
instantly reaching high towards his chest. KERWHUMP! Her foot solidly hammers
his chest with another stomp-like kick. ?Nnnnargh!? he wails in agony. Her
fabulous slender sexy leg straightens with such startling power that his much
bigger and heavier body is sent rocketing off his feet and slamming hard into
his restraints.

Stunned and aroused that such slender legs possess so much power I see her
slight calves harden into a graceful hint of muscle. Suddenly they bulge more
definitive as her right leg shoots forwards towards the oncoming man. ?Hai!?
BLAM! The sole of her dainty foot slams against the groin protector with
shocking strength. ?Argh!? despite the protector the kick is so strong that he
clearly is in pain as his body is slammed back once more against his
restraints. Stiff with anticipation I watch in awe as the slender figure of
the unlikely deadly-legged noble woman's face become focussed in
concentration. ?EeeeeYAH!? she builds up in a long scary scream as The
Moroccan's body springs back once more. To my astonishment the dignified
60-something Countess span right around on one heel leaping high into the air
with her right knee rapidly rising. Her long slender nylon-sheathed right leg
soared in an almost vertical kick like a lightning bolt. KASPLAT! No man would
have had a chance against a kick like that. The Moroccan's face snapped back
over his shoulders, his body a blur as it shot back hard straining the
restraints. His body sprang back and forth violently, his body limp and his
head lolling, knocked out cold by that amazing kick that left me with a very
stiff hard-on.

?Wonderfully done Countess? Madame Michelle's voice cut through the stunned
silence ?You are clearly no stranger to martial arts?. ?However you have just
put one of our guests out of action and so if everyone will return to their
seats. I think it is about time we met our other guest?. With an icy yawning
in the pit of my stomach I knew that she meant me.

Part 3. Madame Julia

From my crouched position inside the small iron cage, I watch as a massive
pair of shapely feminine calves clad in high-sheen tan coloured nylons walks
slowly along one side towards the front. I would recognise Madame Julia's huge
rounded calves anywhere and despite what she had done to me I still couldn't
help watching those massive muscles flex and wane with a rising feeling of
desire to just reach out and feel their hardness beneath the shiny silky
smooth nylons. ?Our next guest is the infamous private detective, Jim Priest?
Madame Michelle's strident exotic tones announced. ?A man who keeps sticking
his nose where it is not wanted rather than investigate those men in high
places who aid and conceal crimes against women for greed and profit?. I
noticed several of the rich ladies look uncomfortable at her words including
the mature Countess and wondered whether their husbands were among the guilty
parties. ?A man who writes trashy stories about men who get turned on by
dominant women who are superior fighters than or stronger than normal men?.
She said with a scornful tone. ?I have no idea where he gets such silly
inspiration from? she chuckled ?And then publishes them on the Internet as if
anyone would want to read such tripe?.

?I'm not playing your game Madame Michelle? I said in a loud voice. ?Oh it is
no game Monsieur Priest. You will participate in a demonstration of
self-defence not by a woman who is trained in martial arts, but by one trained
in the elegant art of Ballet? the attractive mature Oriental business woman
replied. I was trying to think of a suitably caustic response when I was
dumbstruck as right in front of the cage, Julia spread her big legs really
wide with her shins pointing outwards then went onto the tips of her toes.
Massive smooth rounded balls of calve muscle bulged with a deep lower cliff
edge as, on her toes, she went into a crouch with her thighs horizontal to her
body and shins vertical beneath. Ulp! I was mesmerised with rising lust as her
skirt rode up over her hips exposing the gusset of her tights with her
powerful big legs on full show. I was stunned, never expecting such
flexibility from such a chunky-built young woman with such large legs. ?I see
I have your full attention Monsieur Priest? that snooty pinched nose face with
a smug expression told me. I was speechless watching her big widespread legs
and thick bulging calves with increasing stiffness.

?Flexibility is another thing that ballerinas are good at? she smirked while
sliding effortlessly into a full front splits with her thick legs stretched
straight fore and aft while in between her crotch touched the mats. Good Lord!
There is something about a girl doing the splits that goes straight to a man's
loins. To see a chunky young woman with big thick powerful thighs do the same
was like Viagra! Her outer thighs were thick slabs of feminine steel. The
sides of her calves of her leading leg were deep and shapely while the rear of
those of the trailing leg were astounding large thick ridged arrow shapes.
Julia began to lean her torso towards her leading leg in a series of warm-up
exercises then did the same with her rear foot, grabbing hold of it and
pulling it back towards her head. The large hamstrings swelled thick and
powerful.

?See how the simple male mind cannot think of anything but sex when he looks
at a fit woman? Madame Michelle pointed out with scorn. Orrrr! Julia moved
into side-splits right in front of the cage with my eyes unable to look
anywhere except at her gusset-covered crotch. With her thick legs out straight
on either side she continued to stretch towards one leg then before leaning
right forward pressing her bust against the matting. ?Look at how aroused the
simple male is?. I couldn't help it as Julia sat with both legs in front of
her then lay back stretching one leg then the other right back with the top of
her big thighs parallel with her torso.

All the while Julia's hard eyes stared at me. ?Do you want to rape me,
Monsieur Priest?? she taunted. ?No, I would never do something like that? I
gasped unable to take my eyes of her crotch as she stretched this way and
that. The short-haired young brunette rolled effortlessly forward and sprang
to her feet right before the cage. ?Are you saying that I am too
heavy-built??. She suddenly kicked her short thick left leg up into the air
until it was vertical along the left side of her body where she caught it with
her hands and pulled it against the side of her body. ?Urrrrgh!? I groaned
softly at the sight of this big-legged young woman effortlessly doing the
standing side-splits in a rousing display of limberness. Her business skirt
had slid right back around her broad hips revealing those big legs in all
their glory, large and very firm looking with a huge slab of thick outer thigh
muscle and huge jutting calves all sheathed in shiny sheer tan nylon all the
way to the gusset covering her panties at her crotch. ?Orrr Julia? I moaned as
she leant to her right rotating and stretching her big leg alongside her
angled body with her crotch blatantly thrust in my direction. ?Orrrrr Julia!?
It was more than a red-blooded man could handle. ?Do you want to rape me now
Monsieur Priest? By the twitching bulge in your trousers I think that you do??
the excitingly limber P.A. taunted but I failed to rise to the bait.

Just then a long slim pair of sensational looking legs with nicely defined
calves walked to the door of the cage and I knew the attractive mature Dojo
Queen herself had arrived. ?Out you come Monsieur Priest and exercise your
primal male urges? Madame Michelle said unlocking then opening the door of the
cage wide. ?I've already told you that I am not playing your game? I told her
as I crawled out of the cage. The greying Oriental just smiled turned on her
heel and walked away leaving me to get to my feet. In front of me the
surprisingly limber Julia did a tight backward handstand walk-over keeping her
short thick legs perfectly straight, flip-flapping several times towards me
before stopping on her feet right in front of me with her usual cold stare.
Leaning towards me, her right leg swung up right up behind her. Catching her
knee with her hand she pulled it perfectly vertical in line with her other leg
while continuing to lean forwards until her torso was almost horizontal.
Phroar! What flexibility! What powerful sexy thick thighs and massive calves.
She smiled a superior smirk. ?Imagine the positions you could get me into in
bed?. Phroar! The mere suggestion was tempting me to do the unthinkable but
somehow I retained self-control. Lowering her leg back to the floor and
straightening her body in a graceful flowing motion she stood before me with a
knowing smirk.

?There is one thing that ballerina's have in common with Karate experts,
Monsieur Priest? Julia stated as that unnerving smile got wider. Going up upon
her left toes, her big heavy thighs bulged to an unreal size, the slabs of her
big outer thighs very prominent with a hint of the rest of her quads. ?They
can kick high. Hai Yah!? Although I now knew how flexible she was I had never
imagined such a big heavy leg to move so fast. Her right leg soared skyward
like a rocket. KABLAM! Her nylon-clad foot slammed hard against my jaw
blasting my head skywards in a blinding instant. I don't think I had ever
experienced such a powerful high kick. One kick and my head was in spinning
blind daze and I was staggering unsteadily on my feet. ?See how Madame Julia
delivers each kick with such grace and elegance as if giving a Ballet recital?

The short chunky young woman stepped in front and went onto her left toes with
her extraordinary large shapely calves bulging massively, standing proud from
the steep slopes to her ankles like a large spade head with solid jutting
spearheads pushing out the shiny nylon of her hose. Again her huge thighs
swelled to a massive size. Leaning her body back almost horizontal her right
leg soared swiftly and gracefully into the air. ?Hai Yah!? KABLAM! Her kick
rocked me with such blinding power that I found myself crashing into the
matted floor, my head spinning in a stunned daze. ?Such sophistication, such
elegant power. He doesn't stand a chance?

I became aware of Julia's dense powerful legs stepping closer and quickly
scrambled to my feet. Maybe I could block her next kick with my arms and get
the better of her somehow?. ?See how the pathetic man tries to defend himself?
Julia's big deadly leg stops part-way and swiftly returns to the floor while
her arms shoot out and catches my arm by the wrist with a stern irritated
look. ?Hai Yah!? With my arm held captive her large chunky leg flies upwards
again. KABLAM! Her shin flashes up beneath my chin as the top of her foot arcs
around my face and hammers my cheek with shocking force. ?Argh!? I yelp. ?See
how the reinforced toes enable a lady to deliver a powerful kick without
injuring herself?

Still holding my arm, Julia's leg lowers. ?Hai! Yah!? she yells as her big
thighs power her right leg once more BLAM! ?Orrragh!? I wail caught off-guard
as the top of her foot slams into my gut ?Yah!? BLAM! A quick graceful
movement and without lowering her leg kicks upwards into the right side of my
face. KABLAM! then the left side in a heartbeat KABLAM! Rocking my head
violently from side to side, scrambling my senses. ?See how Madame Julia turns
the graceful art of Ballet into a Martial Art?. A brief glance shows me that
shockingly Julia is poised on her left toes while her right leg is kept raised
unleashing powerful kicks to my head with quick graceful flicks of her wildly
shaped lower leg. Her big heavy upper leg bulges with powerful muscular shapes
suggesting massive but not clearly defined quads. KABLAM! KABLAM! BERLAM! That
last kick snaps my head right back as she lets go of my arm and I find my back
slamming into the matted floor at her feet. A thick strong leg stretches
towards me and the sole of her foot presses against my mouth. ?Kiss it you
annoying Englishman. Accept your place in life? I frantically shake my head
from side to side to dislodge her foot.

With graceful fluidity for such a squat hefty-built woman, Julie crouched down
before me then to my inflamed desire pushed herself up onto her left toes. A
pose that emphasised the exaggerated sensual curves angling out steeply from
her ankles to the massively wide solidity of the flaring calve heads and
emphasising large thick solid hamstrings. ?Such poise perfectly balanced with
feminine strength? Madame Michelle continued her running observations. ?I was
hoping that you would refuse Monsieur Priest? Julia said still flawlessly
balanced on the toes of one foot as steady as a rock. Her large rounded calves
bulged so massive and solid that I had to try hard not to prostrate myself
before her and run my greedy hands up and down those incredibly shaped calves
moaning in lustful delirium. ?So I can explain it to you? she added with a
wide arrogant grin that I didn't take as a good sign. Still balanced on left
toes her right knee rose in front with the shin angled slightly and a big deep
clefted diamond slabbed calve clearly visible. Although I was expecting her to
try to kick me, I never expected the large chunky leg to move as it did. ?Hai
Yah!? she yelled. WHAM! WHAM! A tan-coloured blur slammed my face from one
side to the other and back again in the blink of an eye. As eyes regain focus
I see Julia still posed on her toes with her right leg still raised bent at
the knee with a smirk of bemused superiority. Without lowering her big leg,
she does it again BAM BAM then again BAM BAM then pauses. My head is spinning,
my eyes and my ears are ringing. This must be what it was like to be hit by
lightning. The deceptively agile and fast powerful leg strikes again so fast I
barely saw it. BAM BAM, BAM BAM pauses and again BAM BAM! ?Get up you pathetic
weak Englishman? Julia taunts with amusement noticing that I'm getting turned
on by her leggy dominance as I sway from side to side punch drunk no kick
drunk. I try to gather my wits and stagger and stumble to get up. ?Look at the
weak pathetic man barely able to stand against the power of a lady? the mature
Oriental announced.

Not wanting to face another of Julia's powerful balletic high kicks I grabbed
her shoulders intending to pull her close and get her in a headlock. Before I
could she slapped her hands down upon my elbows causing my arms to fold
allowing her to pin them against her chest. She smiled smugly ?How pathetic.
Is that all you've got Monsieur Priest?? With a elegant sophisticated face and
a sleek cute upturned nose she didn't look like she was dangerous. A movement
of tan out of the bottom of my vision then WHUMP! ?Nnnnooorghh!? I wailed
creasing forward sharply as her big rounded knee rammed into my stomach like a
cannonball. Creased over with painful stomach cramps and badly winded I could
only watch in helpless horror as the lights reflected off the sheen of a nylon
clad knee as it rose level with my face. ?Hai Yah!? she yelled as her leg
straightened blasting her foot like a guided missile right towards my ruined
gut. WHUMP! ?......urgh!? too winded that groan was agony to get out and I
felt my body lifted into the air. My vision darkened and my mind swirled in a
haze. I felt my feet hit the floor and my knees buckle.

Falling forward I put out my hands blindly to stop myself. To my horror my
hands encounter a huge pair of very solid thighs closing in around my head. In
a panic I hold onto the big slabs of thick thigh muscle and try to pull my
head back but too late. My entire skull is engulfed by huge walls of chunky
powerful female legs while I am in the embarrassing position of being bent
forwards with my head firmly stuck. ?See how cool and elegant she is while in
absolute control of the weak man in her strong legs? Madame Michelle told the
watching audience. ?He is in how-you-say the deep doggie do-doos?. The posh
bitches laughed at that. I tugged in vain at the huge solid pillars of upper
thigh clamped firmly around my skull. ?She could so easily put him in hospital
with a bust skull? I was shocked by the sheer size of Julia's hamstrings as
they bulged up beneath my hands. ?Aaggh! Aaagh!? I found myself squealing and
tapping frantically on solid bulging slabs of massive muscle as an insane
level of pressure crushed in upon the sides of my head with such ferocity I
was sure I could hear the horrible creaks as my skull bent inwards. Her huge
thighs were also compressing my cheeks and the sides of my mouth under the
terrible forces pressing either side of my jaw. The power of her huge bulging
thighs was so fierce I was sure that my cheeks, jaw and teeth would shatter.
?Look how marvellously the Wolford's stretch to accommodate Madame Julia's
powerful leg muscles their high sheen adding that extra factor of
sophistication?

I tugged on the backs of Julia's knees hoping they would give way but her legs
were just like pillars of nylon-coated steel. I tried to reach for her ankles
to prise them apart but her mammoth calves were a distraction. In my world of
delirious agony my hands almost had a will of their own as they stroked and
caressed her mind-blowing calves. It was though they kept failing to
comprehend the sheer size and hardness of the massive bulging calves. I was
turned on, overwhelmed by their sheer size and the swelling hardness beneath
my fingers added to the brutal muscular power of her gargantuan thighs
threatening to crack my skull at any moment. ?Arghh arghh!? I cried with tears
of pain. ?Observe how the dumb male is aroused acknowledging the superior
power of woman? Madame Michelle observed.

?Arghh Arghh Arghh!? I was screaming myself hoarse as intense shards of pain
lanced through my skull. ?I could crush your skull just like an egg shell?
Julia's voice told me over the pounding and terrible creaking noises in my
head. ?But I don't want to upset the delicate stomachs of the ladies?. To make
a point Julia's head-crushing thighs maintained the brutal pressure for a
while longer. The terrible pain in my skull and threatening to break my jaw
and smash my teeth had reduced me to tears. Finally after what seemed an
eternity in female leggy hell, the mind-destroying pressure eased off. As her
mighty thighs open Julia clamped her hands upon the top of my head and gave me
a hard shove sending me sprawling onto my back upon the matted floor.

I lay on my back quietly groaning with my hands to my head checking that it
hadn't been squashed out of shape and with a splitting headache. My eyes were
closed hoping that was the end of it when I felt the nylon-clad underside of a
foot press on my lips. ?Kiss it? My eyes flew open in horror to see Julia
standing between my legs with her left leg stretched towards my face with the
sole of her foot pressing down cross-ways across my mouth. I refuse and shake
my aching head to try and dislodge her foot. The sexy slim legs of Madame
Michelle approach and stops standing over me in her smart business suit. From
my position on the floor I get a great view all the way up her long slender
shapely legs clad in high-sheen nylon to her panties under the gusset beneath
her very short skirt. Wow! She is an amazingly sexy mature Oriental woman. But
deadly with it. She addressed the watching women in a clear authoritative
voice. ?Allow us to demonstrate how to deal with a disobedient male?. Without
another word she crouched down low, her exposed gusset a magnet for my lusty
eyes. Seizing my wrist with her left hand she wrapped her right arm over and
under my elbow joint then grabbed her own wrist. With my arm now threaded
through hers, she bent back my hand and forced me to my feet yelping and
writhing in pain. Releasing my arm the mature Oriental stood in front of me
and pressed her sexy slim body against me. Wow! That felt so good sending
electric tingles of excitement throughout my body but I resisted the
temptation to wrap my arms around her slender body to pull her close and kiss
her passionately.

?You really should learn to obey women, Monsieur Priest. Things would be a lot
less painful for you if you did? Suddenly her small right hand shot up and
gripped my throat, squeezing it with a grip of iron. ?Kkkk! Kkk!? I croaked in
alarm. I saw the chunky form of Julie approach and to my horror she does
exactly the same. ?Kkk! Kkk!? with both pantyhose wearing women standing in
front choking me I am once again at their mercy. ?Hai!? they shout together
their knees rocketing up into my groin in synchronisation. BLAM! ?Urrkk!? a
croak escapes my lips as their hard knees slam into my balls on either side
painfully crushing my balls between them. Their faces are cold and imperious
showing no sign of sympathy or mercy. ?Hai!? they shout again in unison BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! together they hammer my balls between their knees several times in
quick succession crushing my poor aching balls between their brutally hard
knees. ?Now will you do as you are told or do we have to turn your balls to
mush?? Madame Michelle asks her iron-hard grip not loosening around my throat.
Not bothering to wait for a reply the deadly nylon-sheathed legs strike again
in unison. BERLAM! ?Aaaghh! Please please stop. I'll do it? I begged as the
women's hands loosen their grip, reduced to tears at the intense throbbing
pain in my groin.

Suddenly Julia turned her back on me and bent forward to touch her left toes
with a glimpse of her ample buttocks stretching the fabric of her business
skirt tight. Her right left soared skywards in an arc with great flexibility.
BERLAM! The back of her big muscular calve slammed like an express train into
the side of my neck. It was like an explosion of a thousand stars went off in
my head while my eyes blurred and my mind went woozy. My legs turned to jelly
and I found myself falling helplessly backwards towards the mat.

?Lick it Monsieur Priest lick it like you mean it? a nylon-clad foot pressed
against my lips. With the painful reminders of her powerful legs still racking
my head, I was too beat to refuse. With great reluctance and a feeling of
utter humiliation I puckered up and kissed the sole of her foot. ?Again
Monsieur Priest. Kiss it until I decide it is enough? the cold young woman
demanded wagging a finger at me. Trying to put all thoughts of the dust and
grime that had collected on the bottom of her tights and the taste of her used
nylons, I kept kissing. ?See the true position of women over men? Madame
Michelle crowed. ?Mmmm! Mmmm!? I protested as Julia ground her sole on my
mouth before removing it completely.

?Now get up Monsieur Priest and let your Mistress show you what else she can
do to irritating Englishmen? She demanded with her hard cold eyes glaring at
me through her spectacles atop her sleek upturned nose. As if to forestall any
argument she raised her foot over my groin to make it clear the cost of
refusal. Glancing around looking for a way out, I spotted a door in front of
which stood Madame Virginie and the pretty short-haired blonde tomboy Madame
Sofia [pantyhose#3] looking tough.

?I shall now perform Ballet de l'agonie de l'anglais? Julia's small face with
the exquisitely defined features almost arrogant features announced. I didn't
like the sound of that and wasn't going to hang around to find out. I had
barely taken a step when Julia pirouetted beautifully on her right toes with
her arms raised above her head and her left leg bent sharply at the knee held
out horizontally with her right thighs bulging powerfully. It was a
mesmerising sight to see such a thick-legged young woman move so gracefully
that I made the mistake of stopping to watch. Spinning around with her side to
me her raised leg suddenly straightened as swift as a lightning bolt. A tan
pulse flashed towards my groin. ?Hai!? WHUMP! ?Arghh!? I cried out as Julia's
foot blasted my groin. It was like getting hit in the nuts with a hammer. I
creased forward with my hands moving to protect my groin. The hefty young
woman with the thick heavy legs danced closer. Her left hand whipped out and
grabbed the hair at the back of my head. Before I could reach up to prise away
her grip, I saw her big right knee rise rapidly towards my face. It was like
time had slowed down as I watched in helpless horror as that knee and big
thigh rushed up with a dreadful inevitability. ?Hai Yah!? WHAP! The top of her
upper thigh hammered hard against the side of my cheek. ?Argh!? my cheek was
violently smashed against my mouth and right eye sending shards of blinding
light across my vision and making my face ache badly.

?Maybe this will teach you not to mess with ballerina's Monsieur Priest? Julia
warned as my hands clutched my aching face. Again she raised her hands and
began to pirouette. In alarm I tried to step back out of the way but her thick
chunky legs had a deceptively long reach. ?Hai Yah!? encased in high sheen tan
nylon her thick right leg moved like a rocket remarkably fast for it's weight
soaring to equally amazing height. BERLAM! The sole of her foot crashed into
my temple like an express train whipping my face around so fast in a blinding
explosion of pain. Her kick was so strong that I staggered blindly across the
gym floor stumbling and trying not to fall while the watching rich ladies
applauded wildly as if watching some west-end show.

Standing a daze I barely made out Julia's chunky figure as upon her left toes
she leant away from me with a thick right perfectly straight nylon-sheathed
leg rising swiftly up behind her towards vertical in an arousing display of
graceful flexibility. ?Hai Yah!? WHUMP! Her swiftly rising leg back-kicked me
across the side of my lower face and neck. ?Argh!? my face snapped around and
I staggered under the forceful impact. My vision temporarily threatening to
fade to blackness as my head spun. ?No mere man can handle the legs of a
ballerina in full flight? I heard Julia's mocking voice over the buzzing in my
ears as I fought the nausea in my mouth and tried to cling to consciousness.

In that stunned state I never noticed Julia come up behind me until I felt her
right arm brush my left shoulder as she hooked it across my throat and folded
her forearm around the other side. ?Argh!? I cried as she pulled my head
backwards forcing my unsupple body to bend back putting strain on my spine.
With my face looking up at the ceiling I sensed her body move. To my horror
out of the corner of my eye I saw Julia's massive inverted large-based curved
bottle shaped calves soar vertically high above me with the amazing
flexibility that the heavy legged woman possessed. ?No!? I gasped in fright as
that raised leg fell swiftly like an axe. BLAM! The back of her leg struck
hard across the top of my chest. Their weight and the force of the impact
combined with my precarious position sent me hurtling backwards towards the
mats. Julia's thick leg drove me all the way fast as she fell in a controlled
fashion ending up doing a perfect front splits with her front leg pinning me
across my upper chest. ?Nnnurph!? I groaned as I hit the floor with Julia's
heavy leg across my chest. I was certainly surprised and more than a little
aroused to find the powerful legged young woman wearing tights doing the
splits across me.

Giving me no time to breathe Julia threw herself forward onto her hands then
pushed her short chunky body up into a handstand. Her big powerful legs were
spread in a wide V shape with her business skirt falling down her front around
her broad waist affording full view of their nylon-clad magnificence. Squat
and heavily loaded with powerful muscle I had a cock-stiffening view from the
floor, straight down her legs to the gusset of her Wolford Neon 30 tights. I
am just a man and the sight her white panties beneath the nylons covering her
sex whilst demonstrating amazing flexibility made me want to dive right in
there. Defying gravity those mighty legs continued to widen until they were in
perfect alignment either side doing the side splits while her body was upside
down in a rock-solid handstand. BERDOING WHUMP WHUMP my dick went very stiff
indeed at the sight and began lurching. Suddenly those spread legs and
tempting crotch was falling down very fast towards me rotating so I had the
view of her ample backside and the backs of her legs spread wide coming down
fast towards my body. WHUMP! ?Orrragh!? I wailed as her broad rounded backside
slammed down upon my stomach. My head and shoulders lifted from the floor
wanting to meet my legs which rose from the other end but couldn't get far
because Julia pinned me as she smugly sat there still doing the side splits
across my middle. Julia's weight pressing down upon my winded stomach make it
all the more difficult to regain breath. I flopped back to the floor my mouth
gaping wide unable to draw air watching her large rounded buttocks on my belly
while she did the splits to the rapturous applause of the watching rich women.

Winded, I could only watch in morbid fascination as the short hefty woman once
more raised herself up into a handstand then sprang effortlessly to her feet.
Looking down at me through her small stylish spectacles along her dainty nose
she gave me a look of such arrogant superiority my dick lurched strongly. ?You
are so pathetic Monsieur Priest. A big wimp? her smile widen as her petite
delicate featured face looked down at me smugly. Going right up onto her toes
and tottering about like a professional ballerina, her huge thigh swelled as
powerfully shaped quads bulged with her massive rounded calves flaring out
behind stretching the shiny nylons to the limit. Her feet briefly came down to
the floor before she sprang up high into the air, her big thick legs opening
wide into a full side splits in mid-air. In horror I watched in winded
helplessness as she came down fast with her legs wide. WHOMP! ?Nnnnn....!? I
clenched my eyes, feeling my face turn red and burn as her crotch slammed into
my already distraught gut. ?You enjoyed the sight of my crotch so much I
thought you might like a closer look? she sneered enjoying the agony in my
face as my pinned torso tried to rock back and forth as my diaphragm spasmed
once more. Julia sat on my belly with a smug smile on her small pretty face
while her big legs did the splits with her business skirt rucked up around her
broad waist exposing her gusset covered crotch only a few feet from my face. I
was sweating desperately fighting the black spots overwhelming my vision,
trying to hold down the nausea I could taste in my mouth while a loud buzzing
rang in my ears.

?Oh I am sorry. Am I sitting on your stomach stopping you catch your breath.
Is this better?? she said with sarcasm as she rolled off to sit facing my
side. Paralysed by stomach cramps and severely winded I watched as Julia
raised her big heavy right leg vertically and held it in place with her hands
poised over me like an executioner's axe. ?You still like looking at my legs,
you pervert?? she sneered as I was unable to stop myself staring at the large
powerful hamstrings lining the back of her raised leg and the mighty calves
flaring out in wide beautifully rounded arcs with a thick cliff edge from the
lower plain angling steeply towards her ankle. ?That bulge in your trousers
tells me that you do. Hai Yah!? she yelled and that thick heavy leg fell fast
to slam across my already weakened gut. BLAM! ?.....!? both ends of my body
sprang up around the leg across my belly.

Shifting around to my feet Julia's legs slid into the side splits at 90
degrees to me, driving her right leg right between my legs. ?Hai Yah!? WHUMP
?Orraghh!? I groaned as her foot drove into my balls like a piston engine. My
body automatically sat up as excruciating pain shot through my groin then
collapsed back to the mat wincing in agony as Julia's reinforced nylon clad
foot remained firmly planted in my balls. ?Argh!? I yelped as Julia twisted
her foot to grind it into my balls. My hands darted to her thick ankles to try
to stop it.

Julia's foot slid through my hands as she pulled it back. Flipping over to her
hands and knees right by my feet, I thought that she was going to get to her
feet and leave me alone. I thought wrong. ?Hai Yah!? she yelled as she swiftly
flicked her lower right leg into the air then slammed it down upon my groin
WHUMP! ?Arghhh!? I was in agony again as the top of her foot smashed down upon
my already aching balls. ?Ladies. If God had not intended women to kick men in
the balls he would not have placed their sexual organs on the outside of their
bodies? Madame Michelle's statement was received by the rich ladies with
laughter and applause.

Laying on her back by my feet Julia's feet pressed against the inside of my
knees. Before I could react her feet slid beneath the back of my knees lifting
them and stretching my legs wide apart. ?Arghh arghhh!? I yelped as Julia's
strong legs spread my legs beyond the limits of comfort. ?Come on Monsieur
Priest, let me see you do the splits? she taunted. ?Arghh arghh please stop? I
wept. I was not as supple and flexible as this ballet trained young woman and
her powerful legs just ripped mine wide apart in an instant in this strange
from of grapevine press. ?Argh please? she had me weeping as it felt like her
powerful thighs were more than capable of ripping my legs from the sockets.
The snooty young woman kept me in that position mocking my weakness in front
of the watching women for what felt like several long minutes. All the while
my dick was growing stiffer with the overwhelming sensation of her thick
powerful legs.

?So ends a bad naughty pervert who kept sticking his nose where it wasn't
wanted? Julia's sneering voice cut across the buzzing in my ears as I fell
back with my chest heaving in a desperate attempt to breathe. ?And so ladies,
you see how a woman trained in dance can just as easily assert total dominance
over a man as one trained in the Martial Arts? Madame Michelle told the
watching rich ladies. The stomach cramps began to ease slightly so I no longer
felt as if I were fighting my own body to stay conscious.

I was too wrecked to prevent Julia from climbing back onto my upper chest and
doing the splits. The dark patch of nylon of the gusset covering her crotch
was almost touching my chin. Despite my condition I couldn't help staring and
getting aroused. Julia took my hands and ran them along both of her upper
thighs. ?Feel the power Monsieur Priest? she says. I did, enjoying the feel of
her huge hard legs through the silky smooth softness of her nylon pantyhose.
That such a pert stuck-up young woman could have such massive slabs of solid
swelling outer thigh muscles that could rival many female bodybuilders without
being one herself was astonishing. ?Feel the power that can crush your puny
weakling body like it was cardboard? she gloated in a high and mighty tone.
The feel of such awesome female muscular legs had my hard-on fully awake. The
snooty young woman then moved my hands onto her amazingly shaped calves
running my hands slowly over them. Once more I was amazed and aroused feeling
how huge and hard they were, flared out so far from the lower part of her legs
in wide rock-solid curves of muscle. ?These calves could snap your puny neck
in an instant? she stated as fact and by the way they felt under my hand I
didn't doubt her.

Next she ran my hands slowly up and down along the big walls of her inner
thighs. Their height was astounding and their solidity stunning. ?These could
cut your head right off your neck? she stated as she ran my hands over the
steel cable-like pincer muscles running out from her groin. THROB THROB I
didn't know if that was true but the very thought of such power was a turn-on.
My heart started pounding as she moved my hand to her crotch and sensuously
rubbed them over the area of her gusset. Oh Lord my dick was lurching around
like crazy inside my pants, although the laughter of the watching rich ladies
reminded me that we were not alone and cooled my ardour somewhat. Her cold
smirk grew wider as she relished my embarrassment. ?Just imagine the immense
power in there Monsieur Priest. A power that you will never experience?. Then
with a mocking sneer Julia slid back along my body until that glorious gusset
was sitting on my groin pressing down my erection beneath her which she
couldn't have failed to notice. Extending her left leg towards my face she
gently slid the big shapely muscular calves along the side of my face in a
sensual manner. ?I can feel how hard my calves make you, Monsieur Priest? she
teased. Bending her leg and with the big calve dangling before my face she
angled her foot towards my mouth. ?Show your appreciation, Monsieur Priest? I
didn't need to be told twice. Taking her calves in my hand and feeling very
aroused I open my mouth allowing her to slip the nylon clad toes in. I begin
to worship the foot of this powerful legged young woman licking her toes while
feeling the solidness of her steel-bulb like calves with my hands.

Raising her backside I gasped as she placed a hand on the front of my
trousers. ?That's quite a bulge you've got there? she exclaimed drawing amused
laughs from the watching ladies. ?Here let your Mistress make it more
comfortable for you? It is difficult to protest when you have a pair of toes
in your mouth wearing reinforced nylon. With that smirk still on her lips she
unzipped my flies and pulled out my erection. Leaning forwards she positioned
my rod against the underside of her crotch before closing her big thighs
around it and laying herself down along the length of my body. ?Mmmm!? I found
my face buried in her ample bust with my erection scissored between her big
strong pantyhose covered thighs sticking up right against her crotch. Suddenly
I felt Julia begin to flex and work her ample buttocks pumping her hips up and
down sliding huge big muscular thighs up and down around my shaft with the
rasping of her silky nylons. ?Observe how Madame Julia dominates the man
sexually as well as physical, because she can? Madame Michelle's announcement
reminded me that we had an audience I felt ashamed and humiliated but Julia's
big legs continued to give me the most amazing thigh job. I soon succumbed to
their pleasures moaning and groaning into her breasts like an imbecile as her
big muscular legs pumped away with regular strong squeezes that just added to
the arousal. Urrrrrr her legs were much too much to handle and it's not long
before I'm coming hard in long strong blasts between her legs to the
embarrassing applause of the rich ladies.

Shagged out I remained on my back doing up my flies watching as the amazing
chunky mega-legged young woman got to her feet. Her huge flaring thighs and
calves towered above, a muscular legged monument to my humiliation. ?Look
Monsieur Priest. Look at how I will finish you? with that Julia kicked up her
right leg into a standing splits. Her thick powerful right leg sheathed in
sexy shiny tan nylon was held vertically straight along one side with the big
hamstrings swelling strongly along the back of her upper leg and her
gusset-covered crotch open, exposed and erotically appealing. Looking up at
this surprisingly flexible and powerful legged young woman my dick was
throbbing once more for her yet I was terrified she would let that raised leg
drop and annihilate my gut. ?Please no? I forced out with a gasp. She laughed
with a condescending arrogant sneer on her young exquisite face. ?You think I
would be so crass and axe kick you in the stomach. No, you deserve a much more
spectacular ending using my flexibility and strong legs?

Lowering her foot to the floor she slid gracefully in the front-splits behind
my head. Rolling onto her back and laying behind me close to my head at 90
degrees to me she grabbed my head and rested it against her hip. With no idea
what she was doing I watched as she bent her left leg then took hold of the
calve quickly pulling the top of her thigh against the side of my neck as she
proceeded to pull the leg right back. Doing the splits with her back on the
floor pulling the leg close to her head with both hands, the side of my neck
and throat was trapped beneath the top of her big thigh. ?Arghhkk!? I croaked
in alarm clutching onto the back of leg with both hands feeling the powerful
swell of her large dense hamstrings. ?Arghkkk!? as the top of her wide
powerful leg cut into the side of my neck and across the front of my throat.
Her big leg was like a guillotine being pulled down across my throat choking
me trying to slice my neck while at the same time pressing into my carotid
artery cutting off the blood supply to my brain. I tugged frantically at her
leg but it was so large and heavy that I couldn't budge it a centimetre. ?So
flexible, so dangerous, so chic? the mature Oriental needlessly explained ?she
could kill him in an instant?. ?Urrgh!? I felt woozy as Julia choked me with
this amazing leggy hold. I tried grabbing the back of her thigh with one hand
and her calve with the other yet that short chunky powerful leg was too strong
to move. Not only was this amazing hold sexy demonstrating Julia's amazing
flexibility and using her powerful legs it was deadly too.

Trapped between her waist and the fulcrum of her upper leg I was unable to
stop her knocking me out. My mind was so muddled that I found myself running
my hands up and down her hamstrings getting turned on by their sheer size and
solidity. I feel her large calves then move my hands to her crotch and begin
stroking that even though I feel my face turn red and my mind going cloudy.
?Oooh La-La, Monsieur Priest. That's it worship your Mistress as she holds
your life in her strong ballerina legs?. With her moans of pleasure sounding
muffled with the loud sound of my heart pounding in my ears, I am unable to
hold my eyes open any longer. Barely able to keep my hand raised to pleasure
the super-legged Goddess, her hand guides mine even as everything begins to
fuzz out. ?Oh yes yes you English bastard! I'm cumming!? Julia's obscene
screams fades into the distance as my ears tune out and I pass into the warm
all-encompassing darkness.