The Vengeful Countess
by Jimp based on an idea by DK with input from Karate2hose & Stefano
Jim meets a noble lady out for revenge


(c)Jim P 2017

40+ years ago

Claudine was in the kitchen preparing the family meal. Although a successful
investigative journalist, she did not neglect her duties as a wife and mother.
She loved her husband and her two children, Henri and Marie, putting their
happiness first meant everything. Today was her wedding anniversary and after
the kids had gone to bed she was looking forward to a romantic time with
Jacques. To perk his interest her short golden hair had been styled, a soft
touch of mascara and eye liner enhanced her slender blue eyes, and her thin
lipped mouth glossed with pale pink lipstick. A smart white blouse covered her
lean upper torso, daringly thin enough to give Jacques a saucy glimpse of the
frilly white bra beneath. A pleated mini skirt of brown silk with a golden
floral patten was worn over a pair of high-sheen sheer tan coloured pantyhose
that she knew he would enjoying removing. Completing her gift were a pair of
calve-hugging knee-length black leather boots. ?Are you a Karate expert?? the
salesman had asked. ?No, why?? she replied to the unusual query. ?I thought
the only women brave enough to wear leather skirts or kinky boots in public
were black belts, or so it seems on TV? he chuckled. She laughed for the young
wife was a very calm and peaceful lady who had nothing to do with violence.
The only exercise she did were some light aerobics to keep her slender body
lithe and firm for hubby.

The sound of a key in the front door and the squeals of kids running into the
house signalled that her family were home and she stepped into the hall to
greet them. Before Jacques could close the door, he is flung forwards as four
big burly masked men slam into it from behind. Her mind goes numb with shock
as two of them scoop up her kids. Jacques steps forward to save them but a
third thug spun around quickly on one heel and high-kicked him right in face.
She screamed as the thug beat him bloody with martial arts kicks. Poor Jacques
didn't have a chance as the brute, surprisingly nimble and flexible for such a
big heavy-set man, kicked him bloody with an ease that was almost balletic.
With a final kick that launched him half-way up the wall, her beloved
collapsed to the floor a ruined man. Claudine ran for the telephone but
screamed as big hands seized her from behind. Holding her tight against his
body, the 4th thug's hands slid to her chest then ripped open the blouse.
?Your wife has nice tits? he taunted while pulling up her bra to feel her
breasts and thrusting his crotch against her backside. Throwing her to the
floor, the mini-skirt ended up around her waist showing her long slim legs
clad in shiny sheer tan nylon. ?Wow! That's a welcome sight? he leered before
unzipping his trousers and unleashing his enormous trouser sword. "The gift of
Mahishasura to the faithful" he declared enjoying the fear in her eyes.

Heroic Jacques tried to get to his feet but was dropped in an instant by a
spinning back kick. The monster laughed as he ripped the nylon away from her
crotch like wrapping paper until a flailing foot caught his jaw. ?Bitch has
got a kick like a mule? he snarled at the cowering woman trying to back away.
Scared, she kicked again but he caught her foot and twisted it forcing her to
her hands and knees where he violated her from behind. They left her sobbing
on the floor as they carried away her family.

The tape came the next day. Watching with a rising sense of dread, two masked
men brought out Jacques, his face so badly swollen and bruised he was barely
recognisable. Stretching out his arms between them, a third man slammed
powerful kicks into his body that sounded like tenderizing meat. The others
restrain him as he is blasted from his feet with each kick. The monster
laughed while spinning and delivering showy kicks to emphasise his fighting
prowess. His huge manhood stretched his shorts, aroused by his own deeds. Each
loud terrible kick sent Jacques flying back with blood pouring from every
orifice. With a loud roar, the beast spun around before kicking his leg
vertical driving the sole of his foot into Jacques' jaw so hard that it
separates his skull from his neck. The horror did not stop there as the evil
immoral monsters gave her children a similar beating and execution with no
compassion or consideration of their tender age. Driven into a hysterical
screaming fit, her neighbours finally called The Gendarme.

Present day

My name is Jim Priest and recently I have been gathering evidence against The
Moroccan, a master criminal working for the Global Elite putting him above the
reach of the law although not beyond that of the French female vigilante
group, The Pantyhose Society. I discovered he worked for an extremely wealthy
aristocrat Count Dupont, a diplomat in an exotic country with the obligatory
eye-watering salary paid by the taxpayers and tax exemptions. However Madame
Michelle, the leader of The Society, suspected it was his wife Countess
Claudine who was the real driving force. She also suggested I might find
interesting a painting the Countess owned called ?The Immaculate One?.

Research revealed that rather than a privileged background Claudine came from
a well-to-do middle-class family, married young and had two kids. Yet she
still had time to build a successful journalistic career. Microfiche copies of
her articles showed a series of fearless expos?s against organised crime
resulting in several high profile arrests and successful convictions gaining
my admiration. Her final piece mentioned an investigation into the murder of a
prominent pro-democracy activist clumsily hushed by the authorities leaving
clues pointing to a shadowy Global organisation. Hiding behind a smoke screen
of bureaucracy and institutional corruption, there were unbelievable levels of
personal wealth and exemption from the law. She wrote that she was close to
uncovering the identities of those responsible and no amount of wealth would
protect them from public outrage. The reports of the kidnapping and brutal
murder of her family were shocking but the lack of any Police investigation
and the end of a promising career was criminal. This echoed my own experience
of how the establishment moved to protect The Moroccan from any form of
justice. There the trail went cold with no record of her until she married the
Count.

With help from Madame Michelle I managed to infiltrate the domestic workforce
at her massive luxurious ch?teau. Getting a clean security background check
from Madame Julia, the Society's inside woman in The Gendarme, however took a
lot of persuading. ?Oh Monsieur English private dick. Keep your mouth shut,
your French is appalling? the snooty young woman advised as we parted.

With such an enormous house and large workforce I was sure that the Countess,
even if she were home, wouldn't notice me. Mingling with the cleaning team I
kept my head down and did nothing to draw attention to myself, flitting
between rooms dusting as I went while looking at the paintings of which there
were many. Finally one stood out from the others. Set in a large ornate
gold-gilt frame and positioned above a grand fireplace, it had an Eastern feel
out of place among the more traditional artwork of ancestors, royalty or
imaginative ruins. In a scene depicting the rugged exposed slopes of forested
mountainside before an ancient temple was a bloody battlefield. Centre-place
strode a beautiful woman, her long black hair unrestrained and dishevelled,
her body naked strong and buxom. Her appearance is fierce with black skin,
eyes deep red and wide with rage, her mouth set in a manic grimace with a long
red tongue lolling. Around her neck is a garland of skulls with a crown of
broken bones upon her head. This terrible vision stood in a classic dance pose
with one leg raised bent at the knee out to one side and flexing a big muscled
calve. Ten arms were raised from her strong dancer's body, each held a
different weapon bloodied on the men laying strewn around her while the
remains of an army fled in terror.

Before I could sneak a few photos on my phone a strident female voice rang out
loud and clear ?Everyone out now! Not you Mister Priest?. Looking around a
mature lady of grace and bearing had entered the room and was looking right at
me. ?If you wanted to see my painting you only had need ask, not join my
staff?. Caught like a rabbit in the headlights I stood still as she glided
towards me. Average height, although her slim build made her seem taller,
Claudine had a sophisticated aloof beauty. Alert slender blue eyes beneath
arched eyebrows study me atop a broad prominent nose while a wide thin-lipped
mouth with glossy pink lipstick push up pinched cheeks making the creases that
line her face all the more noticeable. Whitish blonde hair fading to silver is
worn high on her forehead with an off-centre parting before sweeping stylishly
away curling around the ears and ending clear of her shoulders. Fairly
unadorned, other than by moderate sized rounded pendant earrings and a gold
chain necklace, the wrinkles around the forehead, chin, throat and hands
indicated her age.

?Did you really think that I would not recognise you from the self-defence
class for upper class ladies?? she asked [PANTYHOSE#4]. A smart tailored red
half-length jacket fell to the top of her slim hips over a frilly white blouse
and secured by a single large button on a rounded-neck yoke. She placed her
hands upon her hips emphasising a nice bust and slim figure before slipping to
her skirt. To my surprise the hem rose from her knees a fraction. ?So Jim. I
may call you Jim?? she queried with a snobbish tone as I tried not to stare at
the length of slim shins backed by slender shapely calves clad in sheer
high-sheen tan-coloured nylons.

With a demure smile the hem slid higher exposing a good couple of inches of
thigh. ?I see you are admiring my shoes? she said before I could look away,
keeping my attention on her legs. ?They are from Ferragamo. Rather pricey but
I think they are worth it and the decoration at the front is rather feminine I
think you agree? To me they just looked like narrow slip-on women's shoes and
highly polished like a black mirror. Just in front of where her lovely arched
feet slipped into each shoe there was a large golden buckle threaded with a
wide black bow. ?Maybe I'm getting older but I prefer the middle-height heels?
she smiled as the hem crept higher exposing surprisingly beautiful thighs. Was
she coming onto me? It seemed unlikely yet despite her age she had a stylish
attractiveness and undeniably sensational legs. I found myself mesmerised by
the slowly lengthening expanse of long slender flawless legs. Realising that
they were befuddling my senses, I forced myself to look at her face which was
grinning smugly.

?The painting? I began trying to regain control of the conversation. My
concentration was broken by the refined lady perching on the edge of an
antique sideboard causing the hem to rise again along with my temperature and
the stiffness in my groin. She really had a great pair of legs and knew how to
use them. ?The Immaculate One? she declared as if giving an art lecture. ?The
meaning of the name of Anahita, the Old Persian/Iranian divinity of the
waters; associated with fertility, healing and wisdom. The Lady of the Lions,
the great virginal-wanton-motherly-warrior goddess? she explained. ?But then
you probably knew that from your involvement with the translation of those old
texts? she smiled while stretching an eye-watering expanse of nylon-sheathed
leg. ?Note how the artist obviously had never been to India or seen a real
jungle so painted it like a European forest? she chuckled. ?Anahita? I'd never
seen her depicted like that? I tore my eyes from her legs to look at the manic
nude killer in the midst of a bloodbath. ?Examine the background? she replied,
pleased I was taking an interest.

I looked closer and saw that in front of the distant temple were dusky maidens
in red saris celebrating in victory. ?The temple of Anahita and the original
sisterhood? I observed. ?And in their midst?? the noble woman gave an
encouraging smile then crossed her lovely legs making it hard to concentrate.
In among the celebrating women was... ?Another Anahita? But how?? I exclaimed
in surprise, trying not to stare at the shapely legs of the prim and proper
lady as she stretched them out before me. ?The duality of the Warrior Goddess
is common in ancient legends? she seemed more like a snooty school teacher
although one with hot legs. ?Anahita becomes so enraged and filled with
battle-lust she literally becomes another person?. She leant forwards in
excitement ?As your professor friend noted in his translations, there is a
great similarity to the tales of the Hindu Goddess Durga? ?Who defeated the
Demon Lord? I replied. She nodded ?first of the 10 manifestations of Durga is
Kali the destroyer often considered the kindest and most loving of all the
goddesses. Regarded as the mother of the whole Universe and a great protector?
I remembered Lady Helen and her friend, Kate [JIMP#51 & 52] having shrines to
Kali that had caused me to suspect a sub-cult within the Sisterhood.

The Countess got to her feet and turned her back allowing me to observe an
hour-glass figure and nicely shaped calves; slender with a hint of hardness
that flexed into sexy double downward arrow heads as she reached for an
elaborately carved antique wooden box upon the mantelpiece. Opening the lid
she beckoned me to look inside. As I stood next to her I could smell the
subtle scent of expensive perfume. Beneath a piece of glass I saw a yellowing
paper scroll. ?This rare document is from the temple and purports to be the
actual text documenting that episode? she nodded to the painting. ?So you let
slip the numbers 9546 to Madame Michelle mentioning that I had the means to
decode it? I felt smug having worked that out. ?No. It was not encoded and was
translated many years ago?. She closed the lid and placed the box on the
sideboard then sat once more on the edge with a quizzical knowledgeable smirk.
"A great war was waged between the Demons who recruited human men to fight on
their behalf in reward for Mahishasura's gift of a penis of great length,
girth and virility? The rasp of nylon upon nylon as her legs uncrossed and
recrossed was irresistible to my eyes. The smile on her face confirmed that
was precisely the desired effect. "The Gods likewise recruited men with
promise of great wealth and power. These two great armies waged a bloody war
with no regards to the innocent bystanders trapped between which both sides
slaughtered with no compassion. The Goddess became so angry she darkened with
rage and literally became another person who slaughtered the warring armies?.
Once more she caught me looking as she re-crossed her legs. ?Although a
murderous destroyer on the battlefield, the Dark Goddess gained the people's
love by weeping for the murdered innocents. Her boon to the grieving was
restoration of the original human lifespan by removal of the cancer gene the
Gods used to control us. Those digits are the key to her gift but what that
means I do not know? ?So what became of the gift?? I asked intrigued ?What
becomes of all good things in life that could benefit ordinary people?? she
said bitterly ?It is claimed by the elite and kept secret from the masses?

?I will give you a copy of the translation and of my investigation into the 13
Great Families who betrayed Gods, Demons and mankind alike? she said as my
eyes drank in the sensual length and shape of her right calve as it rested on
her left knee. ?You will track the heads of the organisation that murdered my
family? she announced with another eye-wrenching rasp of nylon as she got to
her feet. ?I'm sorry for what happened to you but that was over 40 years ago.
They'd be old men by now if they are still alive? I began until her cold stare
made me wonder if I should have kept my mouth shut. ?That night those bastards
not only destroyed my family but damaged me inside preventing me from having
children even if I wanted to?. Her voice became steely ?I don't care how old
they are now, I want revenge but my revenge will not be a lawsuit, but an eye
for an eye?. ?People who can stop The Gendarme are dangerous and I for one
have had it with secret Global organisations? I told her.

?That was not a request but a command. You are now one of my servants? the
bewitching lady said sternly. Bending her knee she raised her right foot
causing me to admire the lovely lines of her legs as she removed her shoe
before repeating the manoeuvre with the other leg. The hem once more rose from
her knees. ?Please Countess, there's no need for that? I said but was unable
to stop watching. ?Oh there is plenty of need? she purred in a tone that went
straight to my loins. Soon her lovely legs were revealed in all their glory
and I didn't know if it was the shiny sheer tan nylon but they were blemish
free and perfect, all the more impressive given her age. ?Wow you really have
great legs, Countess? I had to admit, the sight making me quite stiff down
below. ?I expect total obedience from my staff? she said as her hands undid
the top button of her jacket. It fell open to reveal a frilly lacy blouse so
thin I could see a white bra beneath cupping a pair of nice firm breasts.

?What do you think the filthy rich wife of a man who is never home does every
day to alleviate the boredom?? she asked while holding the dress above her
hips exposing skimpy white floral knickers tightly moulded to her crotch
clearly visible beneath the thin gusset of her hose. ?Horse-riding?? I groaned
for I couldn't help be turned on and was totally lost in rising lust. ?Hai!?
an unexpected shout made me jump as light reflected off the nylons as her knee
sped to chest height before her leg straightened in a terrifying blink of an
eye. ?Argh!? pain lanced through my face as my nose and mouth was flattened by
the sole of her dainty foot. The power of the kick from the slender matriarch
was shocking and sent me staggering back in a daze. All illusion of a
privileged mature lady living a pampered lifestyle went out of the window in a
very painful instant. ?Yah!? a shiny pulse of tan stabbed towards my chest.
?Worragh!? her foot slammed into my sternum like a sledgehammer knocking the
wind from me, causing me to crease uncontrollably while driving me back hard.
A lovely leg whipped around the outside of my right thigh, bent at the knee
before driving back her calve like a club to the back of my knee. ?Arg!? it
gave way with a jerk sending me down on one side. For a brief moment my eyes
were level with her Ladyship's bust. Cupping her hands together she slammed
them into the back of my head yanking my gaze down to her shiny nylons. ?Ha!?
the point of her elbow punched hard on the back of my neck. With my shoulders
hunching up in response the floor came up to meet me fast.

My head cleared to find nylon-sheathed toes before me. Instinctively my eyes
climbed a pair of long slender shins backed by wonderfully shaped calves
shimmering under the lights. Those lovely eye-magnets drew them along
gracefully sweeping lines all the way to the gusset at the top. ?I use my free
time to exercise and practice the martial arts? the aristocrat stated. ?I was
hoping you wouldn?t say something like? I groaned. From this angle the
unflattering wrinkles beneath her chin reinforced that I just got floored by
an older woman. ?It's more popular than you think amongst a certain class of
lady? the smile got wider as she stared at my groin which was uncontrollably
becoming stiff. ?Not least because it has a pleasing effect upon certain men?
her eyes twinkled with amusement. ?I must confess I enjoy the feeling of
superiority showing a working class man why he is at the bottom of the food
chain? she mocked. ?It really makes one horny to show them what an aged
upper-class lady can do with her cultured legs? she chuckled.

I rose slowly not taking my eyes off those dangerous legs and cursing myself
for forgetting what I saw at the secret Dojo. The Countess watched with
amusement. ?Madame Michelle thought you were too good for a beginner? I said
and the smirk became a wide grin. ?More fool you then. I needed to protect my
interests until The Moroccan's misdemeanours became too great to ignore" she
smiled "Each day I get a dozen or more of my burliest male servants to attack
me so I can practice a robust defence. I have to admit that they don't last as
long as I would like?. Looking at her it seemed inconceivable that the
slightly built elite mature lady could do such a thing yet she had dropped me
within seconds. ?They will be relieved that I've got a new dummy to play with?
she laughed. My dick lurched a few times at the thought of getting to grips
with this leggy regal lady and being roundly dominated by her. However her
arrogant snooty attitude irritated me.

?I'm not here to play femdom games with you. No matter how tempting that may
be? I said and made a move towards the door but she was more agile than I
expected. Swiftly coming to my side her right arm interlocked my left stopping
me in my tracks. Looking smug she watched as I struggled and failed to
extradite my arm. ?You will do whatever I tell you or feel the full pain of my
displeasure? she stated in an aloof tone. ?Hai!? a shout made me jump as her
left arm streaked over my chest and throat. ?Argh!? the edge of her hand
chopped the artery in the side of my neck like an axe. It was a short sharp
blow sending shock-waves throughout my nervous system as if getting shocked
with an electric cattle-prod and not a pleasant experience. ?Don't defy me you
little man, you'll only get hurt? she said turning to face me with my arm
still trapped in hers. ?Hai!? a blur of light reflected off her shiny nylons
as her left knee rose fast with the hem of her skirt sliding to the top of her
thighs. ?Orrrphhh!? I wailed to the gruesome accompaniment of the sound of an
uncompromisingly hard knee pounding my belly. The air blasted from my lungs
and diaphragm out through my nose and mouth with explosive force while her
Ladyship looked on with arrogant glee. Although her legs were slim, her knee
struck with shocking power driving deep inside me, lifting my feet momentarily
from the floor as my body creased in agony around it.

If my arm hadn't been restrained I would have collapsed to the floor. ?I
didn't wallow in self-pity but dedicated my life to getting the revenge I
deserve? she explained as I lay, a defeated wreck bent double over the raised
knee of a slender mature snooty lady you'd would expect to do horse riding and
other pursuits of a privileged leisurely life instead of beating up her
servants with martial arts. The memory of being beaten up by Lady Helen
Windthorpe embarrassingly came to mind [JIMP#4 & 52]. ?I understand that you
are good with computers? she said conversationally while the debilitating
cramps in my stomach were so bad I couldn't draw breath. ?That technology
stuff is so working class although I can see the potential?. Her knee was
painfully hard against my flattened diaphragm and the cramps too crippling to
lift myself free. All I could do was lie along her upper thigh. ?You will work
the Googly-whatsit to track down these monsters? she demanded as I suffered.
With growing humiliation I sensed her watching the results of her leggy-work
for several minutes until I began to gasp and groan as I recovered my breath.

?Hai!? the dreadful shout came just as I was about to push myself from her
knee to tell her where to shove her Googly-whatsit. ?Argh!? a hard crushing
chop on the back of my bowed head made it fly back in pain. The blow was so
strong that her hand continued it's downward sweep driving my face towards the
floor, watching in horror as her knee appeared beneath me rising fast.
?Arghh!? brutal pain exploded in my face, hammering it back over my shoulders
before finally crashing to the floor.

?As I replayed those horrible images in my mind, the thing that struck me was
how invincible those beasts seemed with their martial arts? the Countess
continued talking as though she hadn't nearly bust my face. ?I was never the
sporty type but the idea of defeating them the same way appealed to me? she
sat down in a chair. The embarrassment of being assaulted by an older woman
drained as she crossed her legs seeming oblivious to my admiration for the
alluring sight. ?I believe a lady must behave like one at all times, acting
swiftly with grace, elegance and precision and not brawl like a man? she
uncrossed her legs giving me an eyeful right up to the gusset. ?I found a
class at the local branch of what you would call The Women's Institute more to
my liking?. The gusset was so sheer that I could see the knickers tightly
moulded to her crotch and had to try hard to concentrate on her words. ?I've
always been a bit of an obsessive in my education. What you English would call
a swot. I work hard to master a subject and get the best grades. So too in
this" she paused to smile knowing the view I had. "Because I was focused on
learning so I could take my revenge, my progress was steep? a leg stretched
out and my eyes hopelessly followed every line and curve to her obvious
delight. ?Every free hour was spent practising the techniques until I had them
perfect? Her foot gently caressed my cheek. ?Within 6 months, I could easily
defeat the strongest opponents they had to offer and had to find more
challenging ones at the regular clubs? she said proudly thrusting out her
chest giving me another distraction to fight to ignore. ?But I still didn't
feel confident enough to take on those thugs. After all I would be just an
ordinary lady against professional killers. So I went from club to club
obsessively trying to improve my skills in an almost religious manner. Never
in my mind feeling anywhere near good enough to face those beasts?

Suddenly her legs snaked out and caught my neck between the calve of one leg
and the shin of the other. My hands flew to the lovely limbs around my neck as
they bent to draw me closer to her crotch. With a calve on one side and
hamstrings on the other I was on my knees in a tight figure 4 scissor hold
with soft nylons caressing my skin while being squeezed firmly. I made an
attempt to free myself and failed before accepting that this wasn't a bad
place to be stuck. ?I continued to investigate the organization but was too
nervous to take it too far. ?Uh!? I grunted trying to speak from my leggy
prison while caressing her legs with my hands while looking up at her from
between her sensual crossed thighs. ?I had to sell the house and rent a small
apartment taking whatever work I could find so that I could concentrate on my
studies? a look of sadness crossed her face.

?My I do believe that you are enjoying it down there? she chuckled giving a
playful squeeze that had me choking against the inside of her knee. ?They are
stronger than they look? she laughed as I tugged and pulled in vain at the
slim legs strangling me. "A lady shouldn't have noticeable muscles. She must
be strong but above all feminine at all times" After a few seconds the
pressure eased to a more comfortable level allowing me to catch my breath.
?The Organisation were careful and used their influence to cover their tracks.
It took years of following every trail no matter how small and more often than
not coming to a dead end. I finally thought I was onto something but I must
have got careless and alerted them?

30+ years ago

Claudine walked alone across the car-park after completing another late shift
as receptionist at an IT firm. The 40-something blonde wore a smart grey-blue
pinstripe business jacket with buttons undone over a crisp white blouse and a
tight-fitting knee-length skirt that stretched elegantly as she walked thanks
to an expanding hem slit at the back. Visible below the knee were tan-coloured
pantyhose and shiny black shoes with mid-height heels. Without warning a gang
of darkly clothed masked men crept out from behind parked cars. Taking an
evasive course more men emerged to surround her on all sides. She knew that
these were no normal muggers or rapists and that she was greatly outnumbered.
A tall large-built masked man stepped forwards, his black top tightly fitting
his huge muscular build. ?Don't know when to stop to putting your nose in
other people's business do you?? he sneered. Claudine tried to calm herself as
she realised that these were assassins sent to silence her. Out of nervousness
her hands clutched her skirt. There were so many of them! She had never used
her skills in anger before and never more than 3 men at once during friendly
practice in the Dojo. How could she hope to face all these toughs?

Hearing soft groans she was surprised that the men were staring at her legs.
Without realising it, in her nervousness she had rucked up her skirt so that
the hem was mid-way up her thighs. Being a conservative dresser she had never
experienced this kind of reaction before. Out of curiosity she continued to
lift it higher. ?Wait! What are you doing?? the man said, but without any real
conviction for he too was staring hungrily at her legs. ?P..please don't hurt
me? she pretended to clutch her skirt in fright while in actuality raising it
above her hips and tucking it discreetly into the waistband of her hose. She
had to stifle a laugh as he was unable to take his eyes from the leggy show
leaving him open to defensive attack. ?Ha!? a leg flashed out, straightening
in a blur. ?Arrgh!? the sharp shoe toe hammered the apex of his legs sending a
tidal wave up the front of his trousers as his balls and dick were blasted
upwards. Driven to his toes, he landed jack-knifing with cheeks ballooning
trying to hold in his lunch. Claudine knew she had put too much power into it
but then remembered what men like him had done to her family and instantly had
no regrets.

With so many opponents there was no time to think, just act. One man leapt at
her wielding an iron crowbar above his head. ?Hai!? a tan streak pulsed in a
high side-kick with a brief view all the way along her sleek long leg before
her shoe pounded the base of his throat. ?Kkkarrr!? jerking back clenched in
pain and coughing he still held onto his weapon. Stepping forward she seized
his weapon hand at the wrist bending it sharply back keeping him in agony as
she turned her head towards another man approaching from the side. ?Hai!? an
explosive side kick hammered his groin driving him backwards before falling.
Turning her attention back to the man whimpering in her iron grip, a knee
soared high. ?Yah!? slamming into his temple with crushing force his head
whipped right around. ?Hai!? a hard pointed elbow drove down upon the base of
his skull. ?Argh!? his head snapped back and his legs gave way beneath him.
Another man seized her wrist from behind and geared up for a powerful
roundhouse kick. Claudine's foot soared from the floor as she leant forwards
while kicking back. ?Hai!? a shapely high-velocity weapon of nylon destruction
cut through the inside of his thigh as if it were barely moving. ?Woaarrgh!?
his mouth fell wide open with a long loud wail of anguish and a shocked
expression. The back kick was so powerful it blasted his muscled abs to jelly
plunging deep and flattening his diaphragm. One moment he stood behind her,
the next he was lifted clean into the air flying backwards at the end of a
long sleek feminine leg, at great speed into the men coming up behind.

The first attacker was shocked when she re-appeared at his side with both
hands twisting an arm forcing him to stoop. ?Yah!? her right knee shot up in
an arc of reflected light slicing through his prize 6-pack like a hot knife
through butter, stealing his breath and humiliating his machismo as he slumped
over her slender thigh. Taken for a breath-taking ride into the air with her
knee buried painfully inside his gut, the moment his feet touched the ground
the edge of her hand fell like an axe upon the back of his neck. ?Hai!? not
caring how much force she used, for the first time ever, Claudine discovered
how truly destructive her abilities were and it was addictive like a drug.

The next thug came at her with a knife. Slamming her arms forward with wrists
together and hands spread she blocked his wrist then bent back his hand
causing him to squeal. Swiftly raising it into the air she ducked beneath and
spun around. ?Hai!? twisting his arm palm up she brought it down sharply
across her shoulder. His arm snapped at the elbow and the knife clattered to
the floor. ?Yah!? a streak of light soared high into the air then swung back
down, arcing up behind her as she leant forwards. The back of her shoe rammed
between his legs, his face screwing up as he went up onto his toes with a
chilling scream.

With a broken arm still draped over her shoulder Claudine's face whipped
around to glare at another man attacking from the side. High sheen lightning
flashed sideways into his groin. ?Hah!? her sharp bark was almost a laugh as
he threw back his head and howled in anguish. In the face of this unprovoked
attack, this very feminine lady had become an unstoppable fighting machine in
heels. Her stunning legs, exposed all the way from toe to hip, were both
things of lust-inducing beauty and fear. Without returning to the ground, her
leg stabbed out again at a much steeper angle. ?Hai!? the unforgiving sole of
her shoe blasted his jaw with a resounding crack. His chin lurched awkwardly
away from the rest of his face while sending him hurtling towards the ground.

There were too many of them now putting her on the defensive, a furious
whirlwind of action desperately trying to stop a multitude of kicks and
punches, beginning to despair that she would ever get out of this alive. A
sweeping kick to the back of her leg sent her tumbling upon her backside. The
man who had taken her down stood by her head while another approached her
feet. Without hesitation and great suppleness she rolled back onto her
shoulders kicking her leg right back over her body. ?Yay!? a lightning bolt of
nylon sheen slammed into his groin and as he began to crease forwards it
struck again. ?Yeah!? the long leg arced over her body to club across the top
of his head knocking him senseless.

Nimbly throwing herself into a handstand. The other man was startled by an
upside down woman with her skirt falling down around her waist as a leggy
expanse of nylon whipped through 180 degrees and beyond. ?Ha!? one heel
clubbed his temple immediately followed by the other. The other men watched in
amazement as the sexy legs fell away from the man's head in opposite
directions until they formed a perfect horizontal line on either side of her
inverted body. There is something about a woman doing the splits that goes
straight to a man's groin. Even more so if she does so while maintaining a
rock steady handstand long enough for them to gaze in rising lust. ?Yah!? the
slender columns of nylon glory snapped shut going vertical in an instant with
the man's head caught in the middle. Her heels smashed into his temples while
her lower legs pounded his cheeks. There were some very stiff erections as the
man fell back out cold while the leggy woman flipped herself to her feet in a
single smooth athletic push.

To her delight and amusement, that moment seemed to knock the fight out of the
men. The more she beat them with her legs, the greater their arousal even
though their destruction and humiliation was assured. Although they now feared
those flawless nylon-sheathed legs, some actually slowed down their attack to
watch her legs unleash terrible destruction with humiliating defeat. Even as
her leg rose to kick the next man's jaw, sending his head flying back over his
shoulders, she caught him staring at her crotch with a noticeable erection in
his trousers. Unprepared by the effect of her sexy legs and fighting skill she
was shocked that these men were highly aroused and could do nothing to hide
it.

A brief sight of a rising knee and a glimpse of gusset was all the warning the
next man got but it was enough, leaning back just as her right foot narrowly
whipped past his jaw. Without slowing Claudine seamlessly changed from one
foot to the other, driving her other leg around in a shiny high arc. ?Hai!?
the top of her foot connected with the side of his neck with a solid crack
that whipped his head right around with a glazed look in his eyes. Even as he
fell away, the elegant woman spun to the next man, her foot already rising.
?Yah!? her shod foot shattered his cheek with a force that could break bricks,
sending his face spinning around in a spray of gore. Lesser men would have
fallen but the big muscular brute was tough and gave a roar of rage, throwing
open his thick arms to grab her. They close in around air as the blonde
sharply bent forwards, her hands touching the ground as her right leg soared
up behind her. ?Yah!? the sole of her shoe is like a jack-hammer driving
straight up from below, breaking his jaw as if it were porcelain. The guy was
out on his feet even before Claudine's foot returned to the ground and her
body flipped back upright to face the next man.

?Ha!? a roundhouse kick into the back of another man's elbow broke it with a
satisfying crack. ?Ha!? without lowering her leg another bolt of shiny tan
destruction pulsed to his throat crushing his windpipe. ?Do you like looking
up my leg at my panties, pervert?? she snarled keeping her foot embedded in
his neck while he choked to death. Claudine was shocked as his bulging
erection throbbed and thrashed like a wild animal. His sexual arousal at her
superior and destructive skills was too much to bear at the moment of his
death, the front of his trousers becoming sopping wet as it erupted into
orgasm. That made the trouser-bulges of the remaining men grow so large that
they barely seemed to have the will to fight. In response she began toying
with them, kicking her leg high right in front of them without hitting them
then laughing out loud as they struggled to control their wildly thrashing
erections. Some failed and ejaculated moments before she let them have it for
real, kicking their faces so hard it whipped over their shoulders at literally
breakneck speed.

Soon only a handful were left standing around her in a circle as if mesmerised
by her legs with their trouser-tents twitching. ?I'm not fighting you any
more? she declared placing her hands on her hips and giving them a withering
stare. They were visibly disappointed by her words and their eyes seemed to
plead with her. ?You can't take losing to me? she sneered laughing as their
trousers lurched in response. ?You might as well just whip them out and
masturbate in front of me? she joked but then was shocked when one actually
did precisely that. The prim and proper lady was disgusted and went to kick
him hard in the balls. As his eyes widened in joyful anticipation, she pulled
the kick at the last second. Her foot had barely brushed his exposed manhood
when it erupted like a volcano spewing thick white spunk over her nylons.
?Hai!? so outraged was she that she broke his neck with a single kick without
thinking.

In blind anger at degraded males who couldn't even fight properly without
becoming sexually aroused, the slim pristine woman turned and kicked like a
deadly spinning top. Working her way around the circle, men dropped like flies
as her beautiful legs delivered kicks with machine-gun fury that they couldn't
resist even if they wanted to. In a handful of seconds, none remained
standing. The sight of so many lying on the ground, victims of her martial
superiority filled her with a strange elation that bordered on a sexual
experience. ?Come on. Get up and give me a proper fight? she demanded of the
few that were still conscious not wanting the delicious feeling to end.
Instead the pathetic bloodied and battered specimens crawled upon their
bellies to reach her feet while gazing longingly up at her long nylon-clad
legs. Some begged to be her slave and to serve her forever, a request soon
picked up by the rest. For a moment Claudine was dumbfounded at their strange
behaviour. She laughed openly as they began kissing her feet while caressing
her legs calling her Mistress but that turned to irritation as they kept
looking up at her crotch. That quickly became outrage and anger as she saw one
with his manhood in his hands, an action that spread among the rest like a
virus until they were all masturbating while worshipping her legs and feet.
?Stop that you pathetic worms? she demanded but they were so far gone that her
strong dominant tone caused a mass ejaculation that soaked her nylons.
Screaming with repulsion she stomped and kicked at the disgusting animals to
get them away from her. When she had finished the sight of so many men lying
around her with broken necks and smashed skulls made her feel ill that for a
moment she considered turning herself into The Gendarme until the memory of
her beloved Jacques, Henri and Marie turned her resolve steely. Removing the
hem of her dress from the waistband of her hose, she straightened her attire
before making a quick exit before anyone noticed the mess in the car park.

Present day

As the Countess released me from her legs, I had become so turned on by her
tale that I remained by her feet. ?It's hard to believe that a sophisticate
like yourself with such beautiful legs could be so lethal? I remarked,
brazenly running one hand slowly along the length of her shin while the other
felt her calves. ?Not that I disbelief you? I added in case she decided to
demonstrate. Her calves were a nice pleasing semi-tear drop shape and I could
feel the underlying firmness of the gently defined muscle-head forming a nice
counterpoint to the silky smooth nylons. ?Do you usually go around touching up
the legs of titled women?? Claudine exclaimed. ?I'm terribly sorry? I
apologised removing my hands only for her to grab them and place them on her
sleek thighs. ?Have you ever felt such quality before?? she asked moving my
hands back and forth along the nylons pushing back the hem of her skirt.
?Pantyhose are comfortable? she said as I tried to control my urges at the
widening expanse of thigh right before my eyes and the smooth tactile feel
under my fingers. ?But I prefer stockings and suspenders for fighting men.
Generally, without panties? she said. ?I find that so much more convenient
after I?ve beaten them when they beg to be used as willing oral slaves? she
smiled at the shocked expression on my face.

?Stockings and suspenders when worn correctly are so much more effective at
arousing men and providing a continual reminder that it is a feminine lady who
is destroying them with superior fighting skills? A saucy smile spread on her
bright red thin lips as she shocked me again by spreading her legs wide
exposing the gusset inches from my face. "You would make a good willing oral
slave, Jim? she told me, a statement that had me struggling for self-control.
Her knowing blue eyes bore into mine with a tight smile that made her aged
aristocratic face extremely appealing in a GILF sort of manner. Her hands
pointed to her crotch and foolishly I looked. ?Even if you weren?t, if I told
you to put your face right up between my legs against my crotch and service me
until I reach pleasure, you would do it because you are my servant now and I
expect unquestioning obedience? she said in a voice used to being obeyed. My
dick sprang to rigidity in an instant. ?Until that night I never knew that I
could have that sort of effect on men. I never realised how weak-willed they
were? she raised her knee to remove a shoe then did the same with the other.
?It's really rather amusing if you think about. Well it is for me at least?
she chuckled stretching out a sleek nylon-clad leg and gently resting the sole
of her foot on my groin. Out of instinct I went to push it away. ?Ah ah!? she
cautioned making me stop with a hard glare. ?These feet can smash through
concrete slabs and break a man's neck in a single kick? she warned ?Unless you
want to discover what the same kick feels like when delivered to your manhood,
I strongly suggest you remove your hand?. I took heed of her warning and had
to watch, not daring to interfere as her feet played with my groin. ?Please do
not think me a high-class whore? the cultured lady said. ?Jacques was the only
man I ever loved. After they took that and my ability to conceive away from me
sex was meaningless but the discovery of the effect my legs had upon men gave
me another weapon in my quest for revenge? the well-manicured woman told me
while her foot worked it's magic on my groin. ?Orrrr!? I moaned softly
astonished at such outlandish behaviour from a member of the aristocracy yet
there was no doubt that the wrinkly elegant lady was extremely skilful at
arousing a man. ?I also needed solid financial backing to take my
investigation further? she continued while massaging me hard with her foot.

25+ years ago

Sir Archibald rang the bell again to summon his manservant for another glass
of port. Cursing the man's slowness the obese bald-headed aristocrat with the
hanging jowls rose awkwardly from his lounge chair and strode into the lobby.
To his surprise there stood a slim blonde with a pleasing figure with her back
to him studying his Rembrandt's, gifted to him courtesy of the taxpayer
through the International development fund. White-gold hair was neatly styled
falling tidily to the collar of a sleeveless dark blue dress that fell to the
back of her knees. Studying the calves visible below the hem, slim with a nice
shape and just a hint of hardness possibly from years of wearing heels, he
very much approved of the straight seams running vertically up the centre of
the back of each lower leg indicating that the shiny sheer tan-coloured nylons
were probably stockings. To his eyes she looked like a professional business
woman, maybe a solicitor or accountant rather than some young dolly bird that
he could seduce with his money.

?Who the devil are you? Where's Wilson and how did you get through security? I
left strict instructions that I was not to be disturbed? he asked loudly like
a richly bass-resonant fog-horn. The blonde turned her head to reveal a fairly
attractive face and nice bust-line. ?Wilson's lying dead with a broken neck
just outside the front door as are your Guards at the front gate. You really
ought to employ better protection they were really no match for my legs? she
replied in a softly spoken but firm voice. ?Wh-wh-what? What are you
blathering on about woman?? he stammered unable to comprehend the shocking
words that didn't make sense in his world. ?Oh, you are hard of hearing as
well as rich and lazy? she chuckled. ?What?!? he harrumphed in outrage. ?Let's
see if I can get something else hard? with that the slim blonde leant forwards
to reach for the hem of her dress causing her nice slender calves to flex into
hard downward pointing arrow shapes. ?Now listen here! ? my word!? he
exclaimed as she stood back up raising the dress to reveal a perfectly formed
leg of appealing loveliness and eye-watering length that went all the way up
to the dark band of stocking tops. ?Oh wow? he groaned in appreciation and
again as the hem on the other side lifted revealing the backs of both legs in
desirable double-vision. ?Hmmm? she hummed looking back at him over her narrow
shoulders. ?Everything seems to be in working order? she pointedly stared at
the front of his trousers.

?Now look here orrwow!? he groaned loudly as the hem went higher until it was
over her hips revealing perfectly formed buttocks of compact erotic beauty
clad in very daring knickers so sheer and high-cut that it didn't leave much
for the imagination. With so much bare behind, the sight of the pert rounded
peach was better than Viagra. She was no spring chicken but he was achingly
harder than he had been for many years. Rigid with lust he approached the
blonde from behind. ?What is it that you want you sexy little minx?? he asked
in what he thought was a seductive tone. ?Everything? she purred. Grabbing his
hands she pulled him tight against her back then leant slightly forwards.
?Orrrr! God!? he moaned ecstatically as her backside pressed into his
throbbing erection. ?Woah! Steady boy. Hold onto that charger. Don't let it
bolt too soon? the leggy hottie chuckled with a smile turning around in his
arms to face him. Her slender body felt so good in his arms as he reached
around her to grasp her backside enjoying the firm feel of her tight hard
buttocks as he cupped them in his sweaty hands.

?Orrrr! You are magnificent madam? he groaned lustfully. He leant forward to
kiss her but she held him off with a firm hand and a beguiling smile. He
failed to notice the thick firm curves swelling on her upper arms as she held
him at bay. ?Sir Archibald. Let me show you how I succeed in life? she
informed him. ?What the? Orrr!? he gasped then sighed in pleasure as her hand
went to the front of his trousers giving the throbbing bulge a stroke causing
it to grow all the more. Unzipping and opening his flies, Claudine took out
his member trying not to think of the gross small chubby thing in her hand as
she slid it slowly back and forth. The sounds of his strained breathing, the
dumb glazed expression on his face and groans of pleasure confirmed that she
was doing it right.

As his hands moved to grope her breasts Claudine resisted the urge to drive
her knee straight into his balls. ?Sir Archibald!? she gasped faking her
pleasure. The money trail for the Organisation ended here at this odious
self-important horrible overweight man, knighted for 'services to industry'.
That meant misusing his links with the financial institutions he was meant to
oversee by funnelling taxpayer's money to fund their criminal activities and
paying for Establishment cover-ups. She needed this hideous man to provide the
names of those he dealt with higher up the 'food-chain' and that meant putting
herself through this degradation. ?Orrrrrr!? a loud groan and thrusting of his
fat hips reminded her to slow down before this creep shot his load. The
'ladies of the night' who had taught her this technique had told her the
longer you kept a man erect, the more desperate they became and willing to do
anything you asked in order to gain the release they craved.

The motion of her hand stopped as she purred seductively ?you would do
anything for me wouldn't you?? ?Orrrr yes yes? he cried. Placing his hard
manhood against the top of her thigh she began rubbing it across the rough
dark band of her stocking top and the warm smooth skin above. ?Oh you
Goddess!? he sighed with his eyes closed in bliss. She almost laughed at how
pathetic he was succumbing to stimulation of his dick instead of using his
brain. ?You will sign over your private Swiss bank accounts to me, won't you??
she purred while taking out the legal transfer document she had prepared
earlier from her pocket with one hand and placing it on a table with a pen
next to it. Claudine had agonised over this and had concluded that money had
been obtained by deceit so it was only right that it fund her elevation of
status required for her investigation to bring them down. It was a daring move
and could see doubt spread across his face. Leaning forwards her tongue licked
along the side of his flabby neck causing him to moan manically while
frantically thrusting his hips but denied the pleasure he sought thanks to
Claudine's iron-grip. ?I didn't hear you? she said in a voice like pouring
honey ?Oh yes, yes, please let me cum? he wailed so weakly she openly laughed.
She leant forwards bringing her mouth close to his ear. ?Sign it? she ordered
then before he could hesitate began nibbling and licking his ear. ?Ohhhh
ohhhh? he moaned with the sensory overload and she laughed as the blustering
rich oaf fumbled the pen to scrawl his signature while trying to thrust his
hips against her immobile hand in an increasing frenzy of frustration. She
knew he would try to get out of the deal but had planned for that.

As a reward she allowed a few thrusts through her hand before clamping tight
again. ?Now you will give me the names of your contacts within the
Organisation? she demanded. ?Now just listen here? he blustered. With a smile
and the quizzical arching of eyebrows she slipped her right leg around the
back of his left. It swiftly kicked backwards slamming into the back of his
knee causing it to give way enabling the motion of her leg to sweep his foot
from the floor and deposit him on his portly backside in an antique chair. As
he tried to rise she pushed him back with a strong arm. This was the bit she
was dreading but there was no choice. Opening her mouth she took his nasty
pink manhood and enveloped it completely in her mouth. ?Orrrr magnificent!? he
cried loudly as her mouth slid up and down the shaft. Claudine tried not to
dwell on the gross thing in her mouth but luckily he didn't stand a chance and
was soon on the point of ejaculation. At that point she quickly removed it and
held it in a strong grip just beneath the head like the streetwalkers had
shown her preventing his release. ?Oh please please let me cum? he begged as
it swelled up like a balloon below her hand. ?Names? was all she said with a
sneer at his frantic frustration. "Please please" he begged in pent-up
frustration. ?Not until you give me those names? she sneered as he writhed in
the chair. Withheld on the edge of climax he told her the little he knew.
Releasing his manhood from her grip had dramatic results as it erupted like a
volcano blasting heavily all over her stockings while she looked on in
disgust.

?You are of no further use to me. Which leaves me with only one choice,
although I will not say that it is with regret? she declared. ?Eh? What?? he
panted from his exertions. ?You really are a bore aren't you?? she sighed. Her
hands moved like vipers, seizing his right hand and bending the fingers
sharply back with a cold aloof air of superiority. ?N..N.No no arghh!? he
squealed as with a sneering snooty look the woman twisted his hand right
around and under forcing his elbow up into the air. She did this with
deliberate slowness and an arrogant withering look so that he could savour her
dominance. ?How does it feel to have a mere woman in complete physical
control?? she sneered before forcing him to lean backwards with yelps of
agony. ?Observe how my mastery of the finger-lock means that I can force you
to go where ever I want? she boasted ?I can make you lean back or? ?Ouch!?
with a subtle change in direction he was forced to rise onto his toes ?go onto
tippy-toes, or make you kneel before me? she demonstrated with a nonchalant
air pushing his hand over his wrist sending him writhing in agony to a very
low crouch on one knee at her feet. With his hand under her control she forced
it to feel her stocking tops and the bare skin above. ?That is the last time
you are going to grope my legs, you horrible corrupt stuck-up little man? she
said.

?Hai!? the unexpected shout made him jump as a nylon-clad knee rose trailing a
beautiful slender shin backed by a nice shapely calve before powering the shoe
into his face. Mashing his lips against his teeth while breaking his nose, his
head flew backwards, his piggy face bloodied. Releasing all of her disgust at
the acts she had performed on this odious man through violence the dignified
looking woman grabbed the back of his head. ?Yah!? her knee struck his face
like a cannonball with a sickening sound of breaking facial bones.

Showing no mercy the cold elegant woman bent back his fingers forcing him to
his feet, twisted around and flipped the obese man head over heels in a
brutally fast wrist flip. The fat man crashed on his back at such tremendous
speed that even the thick luxurious carpet couldn?t cushion the fall knocking
all of the air out of him at once leaving him severely winded. The long-legged
woman let him savour his position on his back at her feet for a few moments.
?Enjoy the view? her voice made him look up at the long-legged towers of sexy
femininity converging at scanty frilly knickers at her crotch. ?It will be the
among the last that you'll ever see?. Bending at the knees she lowered herself
gracefully to sit upon his lap then proceeded to remove her shoes. Her
stocking clad legs stretched out until the sole of each foot rested either
side of his neck. ?Do you like the feel of expensive nylons against your
skin?? she purred as her feet gently stroked his neck. His hands went to her
lower legs and began feeling them. She was somewhat surprised to feel a
renewed arousal beneath her.

Suddenly he gasped as concentrated power flowed from her sleek thighs through
her calves and into her feet applying a hard squeeze upon the arteries in his
neck. ?I work out in the gym everyday? she told him casually as his hands flew
to her feet only to discover to his surprise he couldn't shift those dainty
looking things from his neck. He was unable to believe that such beautiful
feminine legs could be exerting such strength, even as his face turned red and
his eyes bulged. Soon his eyes began to flicker and roll up inside his head
before his large body began to twitch and convulse horribly before passing
out. Yet still the elegant woman maintained her deadly foot hold until no
pulse could be felt in his wrist.

Present day

?You would do anything I ask wouldn?t you?? her Ladyship purred. ?Oh yes!? I
moaned aroused by her skilful feet and the sight of her crotch right before my
eyes. ?Take it out!? she commanded in a tone that made me comply without
thinking. ?You are my servant to use and abuse as I see fit? she said as the
silky soft nylons covering her soles caressed the bare skin of my dick. The
intensity of the erotic sensation turned me into a gibbering foot slave. ?The
lower classes like being humiliated? she declared as I could no longer control
my reaction to her feet. ?Imagine my surprise when I found that men were such
pathetic slaves to their privates" she laughed. ?The longer and slower you
play with them, the more desperate a man's desire to tell you anything you
need to know when his climax is withheld". My man-stick was unbearably rigid,
all I could do was wait like an obedient slave for her to bring me off. ?After
using such techniques on the low-hanging fruit within the Organisation and
getting no further I realised that I needed a high level of status in life to
gain access to the upper echelons? ?So I met with the Count and seduced him
into marrying me? she laughed at my shocked expression ?believe me if I rode
you too you would be begging to marry me as well?. ?The Moroccan did their
dirty work so I?d hoped he?d lead me to them but his sordid trafficking of sex
workers drew your attention instead". Her feet stopped stroking and with a
wicked smile she placed her right foot vertically aligned with my rigid boner
and pressed it down against my abdomen as if pressing an accelerator pedal.
?Since you spoiled my plans and are now my servant, you will make amends. The
rewards can be quite pleasurable? With that her foot released my shaft which
sprang back up releasing all the sexual tension in one go. ?Nnnarrraghhh
Nnaarr nnnarrr!? white spunk blasted out the top in a strong series of spurts
that decorated her nylons.

After I cleaned myself up, I was escorted to a room in the servant?s quarters
situated in the attic of the ch?teau. I was not happy with the situation and
not in a good mood when later that night I was summoned to the Countess?s
bedchamber. However all anger drained at the sight of the aged classy lady
wearing a black sheer wrap-around nightgown that left nothing to the
imagination. The sheer nylon clung to her breasts emphasising their
magnificent firm shape and highly erect nipples although her stern snooty
stare made it hard to look for long. Seated on a large double king-sized bed
she fixed me with a cold expression that I found quite arousing in it?s
arrogance. ?You find the charisma of my age, class and dominance a drug? she
stated and dressed in that see-through gown it probably was. For she was quite
an attractive lady and her elegant sophistication made her a forbidden desire.
?You are addicted to me. See how you tremble with desire. You crave my elite
body. Come serve your mistress?. With that she stood up letting the gown slide
to the floor. My manhood sprang stiffly erect in an instant at the sight of
the Countess standing naked before me wearing only tan stockings attached by
suspenders to a tiny girdle. Although aged, her body was slim and taut with a
firm pair of breasts, a flat stomach and of course those long sensational
legs. This was a lady who liked to keep trim in her private gym and the
results were impressive and desirable without being overtly muscled.

?Obey me? she purred seductively as her fingertips gently traced lines of
tingling electricity along either side of my neck. With a gentle smile she
lifted her hands slightly. ?Hai!? the edges of her open hands chopped the
arteries at the base of both sides of my neck simultaneously sending shards of
paralysing pain searing through my nervous system. I was too numb to move as
she steered me towards the foot of the bed then turned me around to face her
with my back to it. ?Yah!? a slim knee rose before the leg straightened in a
heartbeat. ?Urghh!? I groaned as the sole of her foot pounded my chest hard
sending me sprawling backwards onto the bed. An attractive ageing woman, naked
other than her lingerie, leapt on top pinning my arms with her knees. ?I gave
you an order. You will obey? she barked before her hands slashed again. ?Hai!
Ha!? the hard edge of her hands chopped one side of my neck then the other
leaving me dazed as she spun around to face my feet.

Helpless to act I watched that lovely tight peach of a backside hover before
my eyes as her hands undid my trousers to expose my dick. ?Urrr!? I groaned
softly as her experienced hands began to work it. Not that it was a one-way
service for a nylon-sheathed foot stretched back towards my face and with the
toes tight together forced their way into my mouth demanding to be licked. Not
that I had much choice especially while her hands worked their magic. After a
while the toes withdrew and she slid back to sit high on my chest with her
calves pushing beneath the back of my head. As her legs locked me up in a
seated reverse figure 4 head-scissor my face was pushed between her pert hard
buttocks. She let me lounge in that very arousing place despite the lack of
air suffering submissively in her dominance. ?Oh my!? she exclaimed in mock
surprise. ?How embarrassing to be stuffed beneath my privileged derri?re? she
chuckled in delight. Rotating her backside while she leant forward along my
body I felt her pussy lips against my mouth and knew what she wanted me to do.
As I began worshipping her dominant mature Ladyship, she continued working me
to even greater levels of stiffness. ?Mmmmm! Mmmm! I moaned with pleasure into
her backside as I felt her warm wet mouth engulf my dick licking and sucking
on it in between strikes of her hand while I repaid the compliment until my
jaws ached and my tongue was dry. The skilful semi-nude lady then turned
around straddling my waist. Spreading her thighs wide reaching beneath her to
line up my aching dick with her love nest, she chuckled ?I warned you what
would happen if I rode you?. With that she plunged herself down upon my shaft
and began to ride me at first slowly with extreme skill until I became a
blabbering idiot begging her to go faster. ?As you can see? she said without
loss of breath, her taut belly flexing and writhing like a belly-dancer, as
she rode sliding all the way up and down the shaft keeping me in prolonged
ecstasy. ?The upper classes are indeed best at everything? she stated with the
arrogance of her adopted class. When she finally speed up, she rode me hard
with a fury that made my hips ache until I finally blasted heavily inside her
while she moaned loudly as she came. Laying on the bed in exhaustion, a
nylon-clad foot gently stroked my cheek. ?Please me in your investigation and
I will reward you again? she purred seductively. That?s all the encouragement
I needed!

Over the next few weeks I fed the information she had gathered over the years
into a database and cross-referenced it with what I could find on the web
until a pattern began to emerge. At the centre of the web of connections was a
secretive family whose wealth was well hidden although they owned vast tracts
of Europe, America and elsewhere. Their family tree stretched back into the
mists of time intermarrying solely within the 13 families and maintaining
aristocratic ranks of the highest order including Royalty. The probabilities
were high between the Organisation and Duke Gregory of Russian descent mainly
living in France. ?Do you know him?? I asked. ?No. That family keep a very low
profile. I have heard that he is not a man to be trifled with and has a
fearsome reputation". As a Countess, Claudine thought she could arrange a
meeting but was annoyed when refused. ?We?ll have to do things the hard way?
she declared. ?You can be my chauffeur. Go and get the Jag?

So it was I drove a deluxe sports car with the top down worth several times
more than my house while the glamorous mature aristocrat sat next to me. ?Eyes
on the road? she admonished as they kept getting drawn to her legs as she
stretched them out in the passenger seat well, sheathed in sheer black nylon
with the stocking tops showing. She wore a light grey patterned jacket lined
with pale pink cuffs and V-necked collar. This matched a pale pink skirt that
came down to her knees but rode up when she sat. On her feet were a pair of
shiny black slip-ons with a mid-height heel and silver buckle design of 3
interlocking circles. When she told me that she was wearing the stockings over
a pair of high-sheen tan pantyhose for enhanced effect, I was dubious until
she hitched up her skirt to show me. The combination made her legs extra
shiny, glistening so sensuously that I nearly came off the road!

At last we arrived at the massive ornate gates to the estate manned by four
armed guards. ?Countess Dupont here to see the Duke? she announced grandly.
?No-oo? the young guardsman drew out the word in what sounded to be a heavy
Russian accent. ?The Duke. He does not see anyone without the proper
cre-dentials? he sounded smug. ?Of course. My credentials? Claudine replied
opening the passenger door. His eyes were drawn to the long nylon-sheathed
legs as she sat in the low leather seats with the hem of her skirt almost on
her hips exposing the stocking tops. Hungrily he watched as she unbuckled the
belt then swivelled in the seat making a great play of getting out of the low
car making it seem like a ballet gracefully lifting then lowering one leg to
the ground then the other. With the hem riding high, the sun shone off the
high-sheen combination in a mesmerizing manner. ?P-please Madam, stay in your
ve-hi-cle? the guard stammered, his gaze firmly locked onto her shiny thighs,
stocking tops and crotch. Dear God what a leggy show! Lifting her other leg as
she swung it out to place her shoe on the door sill with the hem around her
hips, his eyes were wide as he got full blast of the stunning contrast between
sheer black stockings and the shiny tan hose sheathing the gap between the
matt black stocking tops and her briefs visible through the gusset.

?I am the Countess Claudine Dupont? she announced although he was hardly
listening as she unfolded elegantly to her feet. At this point the other
guards had come out to crowd around and enjoy the free show with big smiles on
their faces. ?I have my credentials right here. Let me show you? she said
before turning around to lean back inside the car. Reaching across for the
storage compartment between the seats, she opened it and fumbled about inside.
The guards bunched together with their chests rising and falling deeply as
they breathed heavily staring at the back of her legs and the lightly muscled
calves. I tried not to stare down the front of her blouse at her breasts as
they dangled next to me. ?Oh where is that wretched thing? she exclaimed using
that as an excuse to bend over even further. Out of their view, her hands
slipped to her skirt discretely pulling it up over her backside. The groans
were audible as the men were confronted by two orbs of exoticness glistening
under the high sheen, clearly visible through her hose with only a skimpy
thong between them. The lustful groans of appreciation continued as she slowly
withdrew from the car and turned around to face them.

?My what big piss-tools you have in your trousers? her Ladyship exclaimed in
mock surprise and a saucy smile. ?Hai!? her knee flew to chest height flicking
open in a blur of reflected light lancing upwards from beneath the legs of the
young guardsman to hammer the sharp point of her shoe right into his nut-sack.
?Arggghh!? a loud agonised howl rent the silence as the power of the kick
blasted his feet from the ground sending his whole body into the air before
coming back down. ?Yah!? a swift punch to the larynx, ?Ya!? a hard chop to the
side of his neck put him down.

Swivelling on one heel towards the shocked man next to him Claudine?s leg
swung around at waist height bent at the knee with the sole of her shoe aimed
towards him. A glimpse of sensational thigh and stocking tops was all he got
as a shiny black streak hurtled towards his throat. ?Yah!? a horrible croak
left his mouth as it dropped wide open as the wicked sharp toe hammered into
the jugular notch crushing his windpipe. ?Yah!? a gut-busting kick across his
belly, ?Ha!? a shockingly solid punch on the jaw, ?Yah!? followed by another
sends him down in a spray of blood.

The other guards reacted to this unexpectedly deadly old dame as she turned to
face them. ?YAH!? a beefy fist powered towards her face but she quickly leant
back and it narrowly missed its target. ?Ha!? her hand slammed into the back
of his outstretched arm shattering it with a force that could break bricks.
Wickedly twisting his broken arm into an arm-lock she forced him to bend over
looking at the ground as the other guard came roaring with rage with his big
fists raised to pound her. Swinging his thick muscular arm, he was too close
to miss. ?Hai!? her knee flashed up to waist height before turning her side to
him. Leaning away with her skirt around her hips, exposing stocking tops and
suspenders, the leg straightened sideways even as his fist streaked towards
her face. A leggy nylon lightning bolt moved faster than his fist, the sole of
her shoe pounding his sternum like a drum sending him hurtling backwards to
crash against the wall of the gatehouse.

Turning her attention back to the guard screaming in her arm-lock, the classy
old lady forced him to stand straight then grabbed the front of his shirt to
pull him close while her nylon-clad knee pistoned upward. ?Ha!? ?Woarghh!? his
breath spilled explosively as her small rounded knee drove all the way inside
his gut overcoming whatever muscled resistance he might have. Briefly going
onto his toes, he came back down, creasing around her raised knee and upper
thigh with his face screwed in agony and mouth gasping like a fish out of
water. The stately woman looked magnificent as an arm flashed into the air
above his bent neck with the hand held open with fingers straight like a
knife. ?Hai!? chop to the back of the neck, ?Yah!? chop to the side of the
neck from behind in a solid blow more suited for chopping concrete slabs. With
a terrible crack the man crashed limply to the ground.

I did not condone the Countess?s deadly violence but she had exploded into
action before I realised her intent. Taking the opportunity to leave the car,
I made a dash towards the gatehouse door. Entering the small building I
located a big green button and pressed it to start the big iron gates opening.
Outside, the last guard proved tougher than the rest. Roaring with rage he
lunged at the sleight mature woman who he dwarfed. ?Yah!? a long slim leg
kicked high but he swatted it aside like a fly then seized her throat and
began to squeeze. With her face turning red, the gracefully ageing blonde
tried to gird her neck while remaining calm and focussed. Bringing her palms
together as if praying they thrust up between the inside of his elbows, then
sprang apart with the forearms knocking his elbows outwards creating a wider
gap. Her hands came together again than sprang apart to deliver a hard chop
against the inside of each elbow causing his arms to fall numbly away from her
neck. Grabbing each side of his face with steely fingers digging in behind his
ears, she pulled it sharply down as her knee shot up to meet it with a
sickening crunch of facial bone. Her knee continued to soar way above her
chest with a groin-lurching view of skimpy panties as her hands tried to hold
down his head as it was blasted upwards to take the full impact. Remaining
regal and elegant, she brutally destroyed his face.

The big tough guy staggered back clutching his face roaring with anger. ?Oh do
be quiet? her Ladyship said with arrogant condescension. Facing him with a
fist clenched by her side and the other hand held like a knife he visibly
quailed. ?Eyah!? the edge of her hand chopped upwards into his groin with
audible force that had him doubling over and screaming in agony. ?There?s no
need to kill him. Just lay him out? I shouted. ?There?s every need. You?re too
soft? she flashed me a steely glance. ?Hai!? with arousing flexibility her
right leg rocketed right up into the air. The top of her thigh bounced off her
bust before the shapely stocking-clad executioner?s axe fell upon the back of
his neck sending him crashing to the ground. ?We need to go, now? I told the
silvery blonde nodding towards the CCTV cameras at the top of the posts of the
now open gates.

The Arena

Jumping back in the car we sped off down the mile long avenue that led to the
grand mansion. We hadn't got far when we were intercepted by a squad of cars
blocking us in on all sides. A squad of men got out to order us at gun-point
into the back of a van. Any chance of conversation was silenced by the barrel
of a gun shoved in my face.

A short drive later and we were unloaded at a building resembling a smaller
but complete version of the Coliseum. Led inside, we found ourselves in a
small indoor arena enclosed from the elements by a high ceiling housing
floodlights that lit up the facility. In the centre, groups of big burly young
men practised martial arts in gi uniforms with black belts. At the far end a
group of 3 ageing muscular seniors were in discussion around a table. Around
the auditorium where one would expect seats there were instead rows of
oversized large flat-screens. I caught a glimpse of the head and shoulders of
dignified pompous people on the screens, some very familiar, yet as if
detecting our intrusion they were suddenly pixilated. However in that brief
moment I had sensed something odd and artificial about their features. Forced
to sit on a wooden bench at the side-lines we were joined by a tall
distinguished looking gentleman in expensive regal clothes accompanied by an
imposing greying man clad in skin tight black sweater and leggings that
flaunted his intimidating physique. Sitting next to me Claudine stiffened at
the sight of the ageing brute as he smiled at us like a shark with a flash of
gold teeth. She tried to address the more regal looking man. ?Duke Gregory I
am?.? ?SILENCE!? the Duke bellowed angrily ?How dare you address me directly.
You are not of the true blood. Speak again and I will have you beheaded?. He
turned to address the other man ?Commander, do you know these intruders??.
Flashing a nasty glare the man replied ?The reporter bitch who became a whore
to gain a title? he sneered ?and the wanker who tried to get Allam sent down?.
The Duke?s mouth spread in an evil grin. ?So you are not even born upper
class? he addressed the Countess before giving me a curious glance. ?And the
saviour of mankind. I think not? he scoffed. I opened my mouth to ask what he
was on about when he silenced me with a glance.

?Don?t you find it strange that women like her gravitate towards you?? he
asked raising a hand to forestall me speaking ?No, don?t answer that. There
are many secrets passed down through the ages that are the prerogative of the
ultra-rich and privileged?. He must have seen the confusion in my eyes and
decided to taunt my ignorance. ?You?ve met the Supervisors [JIMP#60,62] and
know about the Project Gabriel archives? [JIMP#22]? ?Some kind of human family
bio-engineering project? I replied and took a guess ?They cannot conceive and
so have turned to artificially inseminating humans to help them breed?. The
Countess and the Commander frowned in confusion but the Duke nodded. ?I shall
ignore your impudent interruption this once but yes, you are correct. The
results were not pretty, rampaging psychopathic killers decimating friend and
foe alike. Only one survived and she sadly proved uncooperative". ?The Yanks
call her an advanced weapon of mass destruction and therefore their property.
She must never fall into their greedy power-hungry hands? he told me. He saw
me eager to ask another question but waved me silent. ?We serve no King or
Queen, Government or Bankers, red-eyed aliens, God or Demon. We are the
rightful rulers of this world and intend to keep it that way? ?And who gave
you that right?? I asked angrily. ?The Gods and Demons themselves. Read your
scriptures. All that begatting that went on between them and the humans. The
family of the 13 made sure that bloodline stayed true? he replied. ?And as for
speaking without permission to one so far above your station in life. You two
will provide tonight's entertainment for the people who really own and rule
the World. You will face the world?s best martial artists who will beat and
break you slowly until you beg them to put you out of your misery? with a
nasty chuckle he left with the Commander leaving us with a small group of
guards holding guns.

We sat in silence after that cheerful news until Claudine suddenly spoke up ?I
need to use the water closet?. ?Then you sit there and pee yourself for you
will die shortly? the team leader replied. We sat watching the black belts
practice until I heard the familiar rasp of nylon upon nylon as the Countess
crossed her legs. The sophisticated lady rested her right calve on the upper
thigh of the left, close to the knee, the high angle forming an eye-magnet
with stocking tops on view around the top and side of the right thigh. With a
saucy glimpse of the underlying glossy nylons on the underside the pose drew
the eye from her slim ankles along the long slender shin backed by the sleek
gorgeous curve of calve muscle which flared out as it hugged the smooth
contours of the outer side of her other thigh close to the knee. ?Stop that!?
the team leader warned pointing his gun at her. ?You can?t expect a lady to
sit on this hard bench without getting comfortable? she said in a warm
seductive voice with another nylon rasp. One thing I learnt about the Countess
was that she had a talent for getting her skirt to ride up to the top of her
sensuously long thighs with the most innocent of movements. Smiling while
bouncing the right calve off the leg below, she uncrossed and recrossed her
legs the other way around. ?Are you going to let an old Granny seduce you??
the team leader scolded his men for staring at this stately lady?s legs ?are
you granny-f*ckers??. By now all eyes were drinking in the glory of Claudine?s
stocking tops and suspenders to the agitation of the team leader. ?No stop
that!? he demanded "Don?t look at her legs? he scolded but they were
testosterone pumped men with visible growing bulges. ?I?m sure this has been
all one big mistake and we can talk about it sensibly like mature adults? she
purred, smiling sweetly while stretching out then relaxing her shin and calves
as the men drank in those amazing legs set off with the sensual appeal of her
nylons.

?That?s it! Handcuff the bitch? he barked. A guard rushed forwards to obey.
?No! Not from the front you moron? the team leader shouted but it was too
late. With the man between herself and the others she grabbed him by the
collar as he leant to apply the cuffs pulling him closer. ?Hai! Ha! Ha! Ha!?
her knee was black nylon lightning pounding his gut at close-range over and
over again in swift rapidity while remaining seated. His body jerked up and
down driven onto his toes with each brutal blow while doubling up like an
inverted U-pin with a ghastly open-mouth expression. Finally he creased right
over and collapsed across her thighs. ?Yah!? with forearm vertical she brought
the hard point of an elbow down upon the back of his neck with a ghastly crack
sending him flopping to the floor.

Before the others could recover from the shock and fire their guns, she had
thrown herself into a forwards roll towards the nearest man who was surprised
to find the supple old lady at his feet. ?Ha Ha Ha!? a nylon pile-driver
slammed the sharp toe of her shoe right up between his legs, dropped a
fraction then pummelled his balls with the sole, pulling back as he creased
over before soaring high in a flash of stocking tops to smash his face at
breakneck speed blasting it right over his shoulders in a spray of blood.
Spinning on the floor she faced the team leader. ?Yah!? a black flash arcs
around his leg to pound behind his knee making his leg give way. Long legs fly
up to trap his gun hand at the wrist between crossed calves and with a quick
twist of her hips sends him flying through the air in an arc from one side to
the other, slamming his back hard and fast against the floor.

?Hai!? with incredible flexibility and reach, a sleek leg lanced upwards
hammering the pointed toe of her shoe into the temple of a guard. ?Yah!? her
foot breaks his knee causing him to collapse onto the other before her. ?Ha ha
ha!? a shiny silky nylon-clad knee pounds his gut like a jack-hammer with such
power that his body was jerking and shaking uncontrollably as he creased up
over his ruined gut. ?Hai! Hai! Hai!? her hand flashed up and down with the
fingers held rigid like a knife chopping the back of his neck, watching in
amusement as his destroyed body jerked up and down like an electrocuted
marionette. Creased right over in agony, a moan of terror escapes his lips as
she raises her leg bent at the knee. ?Ha!? a bolt of stockinged glory shoots
out in a powerful kick that sends him flying limply to the floor.

The Countess was the picture of sophistication and power as she twirled and
high-kicked her way through the guards. Her beautiful long slender shapely
legs in motion were arousing to watch but dangerous to be on the receiving
end. Finally only the team leader remained standing. ?You beetch. I keel you?
he raged raising his gun. Before it could fire, her right knee rose with a
flash of stocking tops. ?Yah!? a sharp shoe toe kicked upwards from between
his legs into his balls. As he folded forwards with an agonised face she spun
around and flipped herself forwards onto her hands and knees, with the skirt
falling back around her hips, bending a knee beneath her body. ?Hai!? a shiny
sheer thunderbolt shot back arcing up towards the top of his trousers crushing
his balls beneath the heel. Springing back to her feet she spun to face him.
?Hai!? a lightning-fast blur rose high and slammed around the side of his face
whipping his head from one side to the other sending him staggering. Spinning
on one heel while lifting her knee, the back of her skirt billowed up with a
glimpse of tight compact buttocks as she pirouetted around with her left leg
lifted high at the knee and shoe aimed backwards. ?Yah!? he could only watch
horrified as the sole rushed towards his face, pounding it so hard that it
snapped back spraying blood from his nose and mouth. ?Hai!? her Ladyship
became a relentless high-kicking machine slamming powerful long-legged blows
one after the other at great speed into the sides and around the top of his
head like a demented can-can dancer complete with stockings and suspenders.
That such sexy legs could kick with devastating speed and power was
stimulating to watch as was her stamina and breathtaking display of lingerie
as she repeatedly delivered fast solid hitting kicks that drove the man
staggering randomly like a drunk. The kicks came so fast and hard that he had
no chance to even begin to defend himself. ?Eeeyah!? with a final showy spin
and scandalous display of her undies, a beautiful slim leg delivered a
powerful back-kick that smashed his face and slammed his back violently
against the wall.

Beaten and breathless he watched helplessly as she approached. ?You?re not gay
are you?? she asked unexpectedly before turning her back on him. Once more
that hem rose revealing the backs of her seamed stockings, the dark matt tops
and suspenders running vertically over the shiny hose beneath. Finally the
skimpy thong briefs were exposed beneath the thin hose letting him savour her
small hard buttocks before glancing back over her shoulder with a smile on her
face. ?Apparently not? she chuckled. ?Yai! Yai! Yai!? her elbow pistoned back
and forth hammering his chest and gut with terrible solid sounding blows. His
whole body rocked violently with each breath-taking blow causing his eyes to
screw up and mouth to drop wide open. In a very short time the elegantly
presented mature lady, looking calm and collected without a coiffured hair out
of place, had reduced the big tough to a gasping rag-doll barely able to
stand. ?Are you begging for mercy with your eyes?? she asked with scorn. With
a pained expression caused by severe stomach cramps he could barely nod his
head. ?Mercy from a member of the upper-class?? she laughed ?you should know
better than that. I?m going to castrate you?. ?Hai!? wide-eyed in terror he
watched her right leg kick backwards bent at the knee with the sole and heel
aimed straight at his groin. It struck as loud as thunder driving his feet
from the floor and slamming him part-way up the wall behind. The elegant lady
turned around and watched the effects of her legs with a wide amused smile as
he staggered with pained small steps while crippled over. With cold menace she
blocked his way. He stood stooped over clutching his destroyed nuts shaking in
fear with his eyes taking in her sexy but deadly legs. ?I take great pleasure
in delivering you an attitude adjustment, like so. Ha!? a leg kicked out
collapsing one of his knees and driving him to the floor. His eyes went wide
as she crouched down before him with thighs spread wide, his manhood
responding the only way it could to the sight of her crotch. ?You are
dismissed? she said, her slender right hand adopting an open-palmed knife
shape as she raised it ominously before him. ?Nnnnnn!? a grunt escaped his
lips as his trouser-tent turned sopping wet as he ejaculated at the moment of
his defeat. A wicked smile appeared on her lips before she cried ?Hai!? the
edge of her hand falling upon the join of his neck with a deadly crushing
chop.

The rout of the guards did not go unnoticed by the Commander who barked an
order to the black belts to stop practising and to get us. With a bloody
single-mindedness, Claudine began to cross the arena towards him and his
captains. Splitting into two groups with half heading my way, I felt
inadequate and nervous as I was not a fighter. Even a glance at the discarded
guns didn?t help as I had never fired one before and doubted I could actually
shoot to kill. ?Leave it, Jim? a husky feminine voice said from behind, making
me jump as I hadn?t heard anyone approach. I whirled around greatly surprised
to see Madame Virginie, a key member of The Pantyhose Society and owner of the
exclusive Parisian lingerie shop above which they practised. ?Michelle thought
that lady might lead you into trouble and it looks like she was right? her low
sultry tones just oozed sensuality.

?Blimey! Must be an old grannies convention? someone remarked at the sight of
Virginie?s wide squarish motherly face, plump figure and short brown hair. A
charcoal coloured skirt hung from her broad hips and fell just above the knees
below which her shins possessed a sensational shape courtesy of large strong
meaty calves flaring out behind and given an additional boost by high-heeled
shiny black slip-on shoes with wickedly sharp pointed toes. As was the symbol
of the women of The Society these were sheathed in high-sheer shiny Wolford
tan nylon hose that made her lower legs rather alluring. About 5 foot 7 tall
and in her 50's, above the waist she wore a white blouse stretched tight over
a phenomenally large bust. Incredibly wide and low-hanging it was as if she
had two beach balls stuffed side by side beneath the taut fabric that tried to
contain them. With buttons straining to hold it all in, it was a formidable
steep wide forward-thrusting wall of extreme femininity that couldn?t be
ignored. ?My God! Look at the tits on that old turkey? one lad exclaimed then
fell silent as she put her hands upon her hips and gave him a withering stare.
Confronted by a sloping continental shelf of bust wider than her waist and
ending in two large rounded orbs slung low almost level with her navel and
stretching the fabric of her blouse almost skin-tight so that her areoles and
nipples, fully erect with excitement, were clearly visible, the sight
dumbfounded him.

?Stand aside Maam, so we can get the dweeb? one stepped closer although unable
to stop staring at her chest. ?Orrrr!? he gasped as she turned to stun him
with her side-profile of those low-slung breath-taking slopes thrusting a
great distance ahead of her relatively flat belly. The man?s chest rose and
fell deeply at the sight of her outlandish figure. ?They?re real you know? she
told him turning slightly towards him ?all natural woman?. His breathing got
faster as she began to sway her chest with small rapid movements that were
amplified as they rippled down her huge mammaries until they were were
wobbling around like jelly on a shaky plate. ?Not bad for an old turkey eh??
she remarked ?Look at you, paralysed by your yearning with your eyes wide
glued to my chest and your tongue practically hanging out? she taunted. With
that she gave a big swing of her bust that caused epic sized wobbles causing
an outbreak of soft groans that raised a smile at the effect it was having on
them.

***

Across the arena the Countess had a similar effect on the other group as her
hands slipped to her skirt and began to slowly raise the hem exposing a
lengthening expanse of shiny sheer black nylon with the shiny tan hose worn
beneath making them shine in pure sensuality. With a bemused smile upon her
aged face, the impact of her stunning legs became increasingly apparent as the
hem slowly crept towards her slender hips.

?Hai!? a black-nylon pulse lanced sideways towards the closest man hammering
his belly with a shockingly loud sound sending him hurtling backwards. Her
hands flew out to the next man as he tried to seize her. ?Hai Ha!? one hand
chops his wrist while the other axes the inside of his other elbow. ?Argh!? a
loud crack of bone but his cry is choked off by a chop across the throat and
he fell clutching his neck. The black belts respond to the danger and gang up
to eliminate it. They may outnumber her, be younger, bigger and more muscular
yet this classy lady was nimbler cutting through them like a sharp knife. With
her skirt around her hips, her legs were a constant blur of motion. Battering
the heads of the men so hard they rocked back and forth, they became punch
drunk buffoons as a lethal high-kicking grey-headed lady seemingly unstoppable
and invincible destroyed these martial artists gone bad.

***

Madame Virginie's hands flashed out seizing the man?s right arm, pulling it
across her shoulder while bending forward then bumping her ample backside into
his groin with much heaving of her chest. With staggering speed his feet
whipped from the ground as he hurtled over her shoulder flipping upside down
before slamming head first into the ground. Retaining hold of his arm, she
bent it back forcing him to sit looking dazed as she leant over him with her
battleship breasts dangling precariously. ?Hai!? the edge of her hands slashed
down chopping both sides of his neck simultaneously. As he fell senseless to
the ground, she moved at a speed faster than her plump top-heavy size would
suggest with her breasts lurching like out of control balls throwing man after
man over her shoulder in rapid succession at lightning fast speed. Each
crashed into the ground so heavily they were laid out cold.

?Well, they were rubbish? she declared triumphantly thrusting her chest out
with her hands upon her hips as men lay sprawled at her feet. By now the top
buttons of her blouse had given up trying to restrain such a massive load,
exposing a vast amount of twin soft rounded mounds of female bosom and deep
plunging long dark cleavage between. ?Whose next to try to play with my fun
bags?? she challenged, bringing her arms to her sides and clutching her hands
together squeezing the pliable mammaries pushing up the mounds of erotic
temptation. With visibly rising lust two men charged. Facing them square on,
she grabbed the front of the first man?s gi jacket and swiftly fell back.
Raising her left leg to plant the sole of her shoe in his groin her right bent
at the knee in a controlled fall onto her back with her skirt falling around
her waist revealing thick strong shapely legs. As her back hit the ground she
continued to roll onto her shoulders with the much bigger man raised atop her
leg with her foot in his groin. Clad in sheer nylon from her arched foot to
her wide hip her left leg flipped over sending him hurtling above her body
tumbling over to crash several feet away on his back. Springing lithely back
to her feet in front of the second man he responded by blasting a kick towards
her. With an arrogant smirk she calmly caught his lower leg trapping it in the
crook of her arm. With an amused smile, she swept his remaining leg from under
him lifting it high behind him while leaning forwards whipping him backwards
at a ferocious velocity, slamming him hard into the ground. Falling on her
side next to him, her thick right arm quickly wrapped around his neck securing
a side headlock while her legs snaked out to capture the neck of the first
man. He was astonished to find her thick thighs surrounding his neck and
closing tight into a strong head scissors applied from the side. The other man
was also struggling for survival as she clamped a hand behind his head pushing
his windpipe into a sturdy looking forearm. The sight of the buxom woman
applying a sleeper hold on one man while the other arched into a back bridge
struggling desperately between her strong thighs was enough to make the others
to stop and stare. ?You boys don?t stand a chance? she taunted while both men
futilely tried to grasp at her strong crushing limbs while rapidly succumbing
to their power. Within seconds both were red in the face, with rolling eyes
and frothing at the mouth before breaking into a short violent bout of
spasmodic jerking and twitching. ?Is that really the best you can do?? she
teased letting their limp bodies tumble dismissively to the floor while
standing to her full height.

Without warning, a man rushed up from behind reaching around her back to grab
her magnificent frontage. ?Hai!? her right arm slammed back with a dramatic
bounce of chest driving the sharp point of her elbow deep into his gut. ?Yah
Ya Ya!? in rapid succession the elbow hammered his jaw and chest then
straightened to slam her fist into his groin like a wrecking ball. Without
pause, an arm slipped around his shoulders as a leg kicked back scything his
right foot from the floor while she leant forward. Flipped over her broad hip
with his legs tumbling over his head, she controlled his flight slamming him
on the back of his head against the hard ground. ?Touch my boobs and I?ll
break your balls? she growled angrily as he looked up at her in dazed shock.
?Eeyah!? a yell to chill any man rang out as her foot stomped down in a strong
crushing blow that had him howling in pain. ?Ha!? a shout like a cry of
derision accompanied a savage sideways twist of her foot sent him into a
screaming fit thrashing his arms and legs before falling motionless.

?I hope you weren't planning on keeping those erections? Madame Virginie
teased lifting her legs alternately to remove her shoes. Her blouse was now
completely unbuttoned lying wide open, draped over the big fleshy orbs
clinging on by her big nipples alone and clearly not wearing a bra. With a
wide saucy knowing smirk she pointedly look at the groin regions of their gi
pants and the rapidly stiffening bulges forming there. ?Get ready to lose them
boys? her sultry voice caused throbbing excitement. One man rushed her and
managed to tear off her blouse while grappling with her before she slammed him
over her hip like grease lightning. I saw him framed through the back of her
large shapely hard muscled calves lying on his back looking up at the wide
thrusting shelf of extreme womanhood hanging over him while she looked over it
with superiority. ?Urrrrrrrrrr!? he ejaculated loudly looking up at the bare
underside of the top-heavy Judo woman who had just vanquished him.

The sight of her exposed full heavy breasts was too potent in it?s sheer
erotic energy causing a lot of stiff twitching trouser-truncheons and it
seemed a loss of coherent fighting ability as man after man rushed her
seemingly wanting to get thrown by this mature buxom Goddess only to get
flipped over her broad hip or shoulder at break-neck speed. As the flow of
attackers thinned she would pause occasionally leaning forward with a man
loaded onto her broad back with her breasts dangling down and a stiff erection
in the crevice between her butt cheeks. Suspended mid-throw for only a few
heartbeats was enough to drive any man crazy with pent-up emotions whereupon
they would start thrusting frantically against her buttocks almost ejaculating
immediately. With that, his feet would momentarily touch the ground before he
was a blur streaking in a tight arc over her shoulder driving head-first into
oblivion.

Her arm flashed out across the upper chest of an onrushing man before nimbly
swinging her backside around his side to thrust her big buttocks into his
behind, pushing as she lent forwards. He hurtled backwards over her hip before
suffering a terrifying face-first plummet to the ground. With bare breasts
bouncing wildly Virginie dropped down by his side lying at right angles
pulling an arm between her luscious thighs applying a side-armbar with crossed
feet resting on the back of his shoulder. As his upper torso reared back, a
big meaty calve slid under to hook around his throat. With a bulge of powerful
looking hamstrings and agonised stressing of his elbow joint he was rolled
over onto his back to find himself locked up in a very tight triangle armbar
scissors. ?Kiss my calves, wimp!? she demanded pressing the big hard muscular
calve wrapped in soft nylons across his mouth. Toying with him, she pulled
back on his arm trapped in the crook of her knee and the side of his head
while her thick thighs flexed in a series of painful squeezes that had him
crying out as his face turned red. With a visibly rising trouser-tent, he had
no choice but to kiss the big shapely calve mashing against his lips. The
topless buxom Judo woman rewarded him by wrapping it across his throat and
raising her hips pressurising his elbow joint with a surge of muscular power
visible in her thick quivering thighs. He didn?t stand a chance and he knew
it, creaming his pants as he looked out in despair at the sea of white clad
black belts laying unconscious or worse nearby, quickly passing out with drool
running down his lip.

Finally one young black belt man is left, hesitant to face this fearsome
mature woman. ?Come on, the sooner you get this over with then Jim and I can
have a nice cup of tea? she teased thrusting out her bare breasts and swaying
them gently in a highly erotic manner. Mesmerised by the cock-hardening sight,
she was upon him before he realised. Surprise as her breasts suddenly lurched
upwards turned to agony as with a surprising flexibility for her size a
nylon-sheathed knee flew up and buried itself deep in his gut. ?Yah!? her
clenched hand came down sharply on the back of the neck before she turned and
executed another speedy hip throw that left him groaning and dazed upon the
ground. Getting down to the ground she lay across his chest slipping her right
arm around the back of his neck to pull it tight into the crook of her arm.
Pulling his right arm over her luscious inner thigh and pinning it with her
other thigh over the inside of his elbow and bending her right leg into a
figure 4 she pulled on the shin to lock it tight. ?Shall I break your arm with
my legs?? she taunted looking down at the man in her headlock with a sneer of
derision flexing her strong legs to bend back his arm over her thigh making
him squeal in agony and kick his legs in frustration. ?What?s wrong?? Virginie
teased ?is a big black belt like you being wiped out by an old turkey?? ?No no
mmmmm!? his cries were silenced as she leant forwards letting her heavy
breasts engulf his face. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and a
saucy smile. ?You know Jim, a woman with breasts as big as mine must keep her
pectorals nice and strong to provide decent support and not let them sag?. To
my astonishment her large mounds of suffocating womanhood began to lurch
inwards and upwards in short repeated bursts of movement forming a veritable
wall of bust battering the man?s head from all sides eliciting muffled cries.
Finally she flexed her mighty pectorals tight around his head smothering any
chance of air while tightening the headlock and scissoring his arm. With no
hope of escape, the man flailed his legs, their motion getting weaker and
slower while his trouser tent grew before cumming. In a very short time, all
movement stopped and Madame Virginie let him flop senseless onto the hard
arena floor.

***

The leggy Countess equally demonstrated that young black belt men were no
match for a lithe mature woman. She even had time to remove her shoes to prove
that her nylon-sheathed feet were no less dangerous in delivering kicks that
could knock men out or break bones. Incensed at the inability of his young
prodigies to stop an ordinary mother made posh and a busty shop-owner, the
Commander and his 3 captains rose from their table smouldering with
barely-suppressed rage spreading out in a semi-circle as they approached the
unlikely martial arts Goddess. Despite the passing years, all 4 were tall and
heavily built with intimidating muscular physiques that their tight tops could
barely contain. The excitement of the kill stirred beastly huge sausage shapes
in their tight shorts.

?So at last the monsters who murdered my family come to taste my revenge?
Claudine announced. ?These boys that you sent were no match for my 70 year old
legs? she taunted while making a show of straightening the seams of her
stockings that clung to her sexy slim legs like a second skin, their
glossiness enhanced by the high-sheen pantyhose she wore beneath. ?Look at
them? she pointed with an arrogant aloof air to the prone bodies that
surrounded her elegant feet. The few that still clung on to consciousness
stared up at the long towering legs of the mature woman that had caused their
defeat with open admiration and stiff trouser-bulges. ?They are barely fit to
stare up my skirt and wank off to my superiority? like a perverse Pavlovian
response they began doing precisely that.

Roaring with rage the Commander and his captains ran towards her on all sides,
spinning and kicking in a showy demonstration of their skills. ?YAH!? he comes
from the front batting away her arms to clamp his big hands around her slender
neck. Even with her face turning red she raised her arms bringing her hands
together as if in prayer then sharply slammed her elbows down on top of his
forearms. Even as his arms gave way, her hands shot forwards. ?Hai!? her
knuckles drove hard against his throat, ?Ya!? a knee shot into his groin
crushing his nuts. Without returning to the ground, the leg drives out
sideways knocking the gun out of the hand of the man approaching from her
right. ?Yah!? before pounding the shoeless sole against his stomach with such
force his body instantly folds in two with his feet lifting from the ground
before falling. A man coming up from behind was shocked when the greying lady
suddenly leant sharply forwards. ?Hai!? a brief view down the length of her
right leg to the gusset before her sole crushed his throat and sent his body
flying backwards. Spinning to the 4th man approaching from the other side, her
right foot left the ground as her knee rose with calves flexing under the
shimmering nylons. ?Hai!? the leg straightened out behind her soaring high
with amazing flexibility. The foot connected with the underside of his jaw
powering his head upwards like a kicked football.

But these beasts were tougher than the rest and determined not to be beaten by
a mere former-housewife. ?EEYAH!? with a mighty yell The Commander leapt into
the air in a tremendous drop kick. To my astonishment the dignified lady span
around on one heel. Her slight calves harden into a graceful hint of muscle
that suddenly bulge powerfully as she sprang to chest height giving him full
view of skimpy briefs beneath the gusset at her crotch. ?Kiiyahhh!? a leg
streaked down the inside of his moments before making contact. With a strong
flex of her thighs, the nylon-covered sole of her foot slammed against his jaw
so hard that his eyes glazed over as his head whipped over his broad shoulders
while staggering back in disbelief. Landing lightly on her feet in front of
the big man she didn?t pause for a second. ?Yai!? a snap kick between his legs
with the top of her foot arcing upwards into his balls sent him onto his toes
hollering in pain. ?Yah!? he?d barely begun to crease over his aching groin
when the leg kicked straight out with a brief flex of thigh muscle pounding
the sole of her foot straight into his face powering his head right back over
his shoulders in a spray of blood and teeth on collision course with the
ground.

Raising her knee to stomp her foot into the Commander?s exposed groin she was
interrupted as one of the captains grabbed her from behind wrapping a big
bulging arm around her neck and another around her slender waist. ?Gotcha! Old
bitch? he snarled, laughing as a small tight pair of buttocks wearing a skimpy
thong clad in shiny tan nylon thrust back against his groin then began rubbing
and grinding all over his manhood. By the time he realised that she was not
struggling but giving him a hard-on of epic proportions it was too late.
?Hai!? her right leg kicked back, bending at the knee to drive the back of her
heel solidly up into his balls. ?Nnnarrngh!? he yelled with eyes flying wide
and mouth falling in surprise. ?Yah Ya!? an elbow shot back to hammer his
sternum then throat. ?Incompetent!? she tutted as he clutched his neck.
?Eeyah!? her leg kicked behind her again, the underside of her foot hardened
through many years of martial arts training bloodying his face in a brutally
loud blow that blasts his head right back and makes his legs go weak at the
knees. To his astonishment the greying blonde that reminds him of his grandma
spins him around to face her then seizes the front of his shirt and falls
backwards with a sexy stocking-sheathed legs rising to plant a foot in his
groin. Going with his momentum, she pulls him down after her, his eyes
watching the alluring stocking tops and suspender belts running over shiny tan
hose as he falls towards her. Suddenly her back hits the ground and rolls, a
brief moment of looking down at the wrinkled faced lady below supported by one
sensational slender leg. The next instant he is sent hurtling clear over her
body at shocking speed with her foot in his groin propelling him up high on
his way. Whipping over head first, he is thrown a good distance before
slamming hard on his back.

The second captain rushed in launching a showy roundhouse kick towards her
head which she caught. Trapping his ankle in the crook of her arm, she kept
him hopping in embarrassment. ?Boy, I bet you feel dumb? she sneered at his
incompetent fighting skills. ?Hai!? incapable of escape he watched in terror
as a nylon streak raced down the inside of his raised thigh towards his
exposed groin. ?Orrrragh!? the reinforced toes of her hose and upper part of
her foot hammered his scrotum right up into his body. ?How dumb? she chuckles
as his mouth falls open in an agonised grimace. ?Yah!? without mercy her elbow
slammed vertically down upon his trapped knee. ?Yaaahh!? a terrible crack
reverberated around the arena. ?Hai!? a powerful kick to his lower leg swept
the feet right out from under him sending him to his knees.

Before she can dispatch the man, the third Captain seized her wrist spinning
her around to face a mighty kick rising aimed at her face. In the blink of an
eye a feminine leg flashed up knocking his leg aside with the side of her
shapely calve. ?Weak? she sneered taunting his masculinity by tucking her
skirt into the waistband to fully show off those magnificent nylon-clad legs.
Fuming with rage and roaring in frustration he kicked again. Yet again the
slim mature lady was much faster, her leg again blocking the kick before it
had barely taken off with a sexy view of stocking tops. There is something
very arousing about a woman wearing stockings and suspenders properly showing
them off as she skilfully outclasses a man with her sexy legs. This man felt
the same judging by the big bulge at the front of his tight shorts, a target
the sophisticated lady couldn?t resist. ?Hai!? a knee flew up with the leg
snapping a lightning fast kick before his foot had returned to the ground, the
leading edge of her shin pounding his balls like a cricket bat.

The Commander came at her again with a roar. Spinning on her heel, she drove
her right leg in a side kick. ?Hai!? her foot pounded his gut with such power
that he was bodily lifted from the ground and sent hurtling backwards through
the air, creasing over in mid-flight with a totally stunned expression on his
face.

On his feet again the first Captain rushed her only for her hands to dart out
to grab his shirt. Turning her side to him bumping his groin against her
slender hip he was whipped over with blinding speed. His back slams into the
ground with such force that he spills his breath. For a few moments he can
only look at those sexy legs while he lay groaning and stunned on the floor.
With a rising trouser tent he leaps up and rushes her again, his dick
throbbing with anticipation. She grabs his arm and throws it over her shoulder
as she swiftly turns her back on him. The feel of her tight compact backside
thrusting against his groin is electric super-charging his erection as she
bends quickly forward pulling his arm over her shoulder and loading him on her
back. The motion of his stiff manhood riding up between her perfect hard
buttocks makes him fly over her shoulder tumbling feet over head with a raging
hard erection. As his back slams against the ground, the lady still has hold
of his wrist and falls back with his arm between her legs. Hooking a calve
over his neck and lower face, the other leg bends with the foot pressing tight
into the armpit and arm held tight between her thighs, with the elbow bent
back over her crotch. A beautiful shimmering raised bridge of shapely nylon
arches over his neck with the calve across his neck and side of face, the
silky softness stimulating against his skin. The feel of his arm trapped
between her silky smooth nylons covering her long slender firm thighs as she
leans back hyperextending his elbow over her crotch and shoulder-joint is
agonising exquisite female domination rendering him helpless. Maintaining
constant pressure on his arm she bends back her calve from his neck and
angling her foot and keeping her toes together they force their way into his
mouth. Pushing her toes right into his mouth he begins choking. ?Kiss the feet
that are going to kill you? she demands then pulls back on his wrist while
arching her hips against his elbow. Completely at her mercy, he has no choice
but comply with a massively twitching trouser-tent. The experience of being
dominated by a mere woman is too much. ?Arrrrrrrrrrr!? he moans loudly
ejaculating strongly in his shorts while the attractive but stern faced posh
lady laughs at his weakness. ?This for Jacques? she declares once more hooking
the back of her knee over his neck. Sharply lifting her backside while pulling
back on his wrist his arm shatters in several places. ?Hai!? her long right
soars into the air above him before it falls like an axe, pounding her heel
into his groin smashing his balls like nuts beneath a hammer. As his body
tries to sit up with the pain, her long legs capture his neck one over the top
the other beneath his neck. Again she pulls back on his broken arm sharply
twisting her long sexy legs, snapping his neck.

But Claudine had spent too long dispatching the man and found the second
captain looming over her. ?DIEEEE!? he yelled as a big army boot descended
intending to crush her head like a melon. Reacting quickly she barely rolls
out of the way in time as it stomps the ground where she had been laying.
?Hai!? in a heartbeat she had thrown herself back onto her shoulders rearing
her backside high off the ground kicking her legs out straight. ?Orraghh!? he
cried as both feet hammered the front of his groin together with such force
that his feet left the ground and he fell towards her. It looked like the
Countess was going to be crushed beneath the big muscular man when her hands
darted out to seize his as he fell. With her feet still in his groin and her
skirt fallen around her waist exposing a groin-lurching view of the gusset of
her hose, her knees bent pushing back her thighs towards her chest taking his
full weight. There was a brief moment of awe as he looked from the top of the
long sexy legs at the classy mature lady below before they straightened
hurling him well clear of her body at tremendous speed in a double-legged
throw. So brutally hard did he slam on the back of his shoulders and neck that
his head bobbed and arms twitched cleared dazed while Claudine lithely sprang
forwards onto her feet. ?This for Henri? she exclaimed as he looked up at her
from the ground. ?Eeyah!? with a loud cry her leg shoots vertically into the
air. The sight of her glistening nylon-clad leg soaring high above his bent
form on it?s deadly execution kick while her exposed crotch faced him at
eye-level was too much even for this seasoned veteran. Despite his ruined
balls, he creamed himself heavily as the sexy sheer nylon covered flagpole
reached the apex of it?s flight and fell like an executioner?s axe onto the
back of his bowed neck breaking it in an instant.

The Commander and the remaining captain were upon her pressing her defences in
a double flurry of showy kicks and punches that she clearly had trouble
blocking. Suddenly as the Commander powered a fearsome high kick towards her
that surely could not miss, she wasn?t there. Nimbly throwing herself into a
forward roll, she came behind him so that they were back to back before he
realised. "Hai!" her heel appears between his legs swinging up from behind
with the back of her calve slamming into his balls then the lower leg folding
at the knee to drive the back of the heel against the shaft. As he creases
forward, she grabs a wrist and whips it behind his back forcing him to crouch.
With the Commander yelping in a hammerlock, her Ladyship confronts the other
captain. ?Hai!? with a hint of sleek muscular strength flowing through a
deceptively lovely length of sheer-black seamed stocking-clad leg, the front
edge of her shin slammed across his belly with a loud solid sound like a
crowbar with literally breathtaking results stopping a punch aimed at her
head. ?Hai!? folding forwards in winded paralysis and an agonised expression
on his face, he could only stare as the arc-lights shone off the high sheen of
her sheer-black stockings while her knee rose sharply and the lower leg
flicked straight, speeding like an unstoppable express train towards his face.
?Mmaargh!? he wailed loudly as the double-reinforced nylon-shod sole of her
foot struck with a sound like tenderising meat, her slender calves momentarily
flexing into hard sexy diamonds of powerful muscle stomping his face into a
bloody pulp. His feet rose from the ground as his head flew back over his
shoulders on a hard collision course with the ground.

The Countess looks down at the Commander wincing in a low crouch at her
stocking-clad feet in embarrassment courtesy of her hammerlock while she saw
off his captain. ?You?re just an old has-been? she chuckled. With that she
twisted his hand at the wrist forcing him to hobble in a tight circle while
yelping loudly. ?Where?s your big mouth now?? she taunted ?How humiliating to
be staring down at the floor with a woman in complete control? she chuckled.
With nowhere else to look other than down at the ground he can?t help looking
at those sleek long legs clad in sheer black nylon stockings worn over very
shiny tan pantyhose that shone through making her legs alluring columns of
pure lust. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bloodied captain pull
himself to his feet snarling with rage. ?I guess that makes me the Alpha
Female around here. Ready to concede defeat?? she asked. ?Arghh Never!? he
snarled, the twitching at the front of his trousers showing that even he
couldn?t resist this classy mature lady?s legs. ?I was hoping you would say
that? she said and her left knee suddenly twitched. ?HAI!? a streak of sheer
black nylon and tan above the black stocking tops flew from the ground and
straight into his groin. Her martial-arts hardened toes drove hard into his
crotch causing a pained squeal as it kicked up the meaty package against the
underside of his groin nailing it there.

Angry but wary of the deceptively lethal ageing snob lady the captain hurled a
fearsome punch towards her. He was stunned when the greying lady stepped aside
and seized his wrist then used it to whip him right around. ?Hai!? standing
right behind him her knee rocketed between his legs pounding his undercarriage
with the top of her thigh while he stared down in astonishment at her knee
peaking out from between his legs. ?Oooh! The shame of getting a humiliating
beating from a feminine lady who is almost 70? she laughed. Walking around to
his front, the Countess purposely let his stooped gaze linger on her
sensational legs. The sheer-black nylons clinging to her undeniably feminine
legs, the dark matt triangles of the tops stretching under the tension of the
suspenders running over the high-sheen of the tan nylons she wore beneath
reinforced that he was being humiliated by a very feminine woman. Grimacing in
pain he watched helplessly as a sleek leg leapt upwards with the knee
rocketing towards his face. ?Hai!? the knee pounds his jaw with the power to
crush planets. There is an audible crack as his mouth distorts spewing blood
while the knee continues to rise driving his face skywards leaving the man
staggering in a daze. Such a blow might have dropped a normal man but he came
back swinging. ?HAAAA!? a speeding fist misses it?s target as the noble lady
ducks beneath and drives her fist deeply into his gut. ?Yai!? with a force
that could shatter bricks her fist slammed through his impressive six-pack
clearly visible beneath his tight clothing. ?Ya ya ya ya ya yah!? looking as
if his whole world was disintegrating around him, his body jerked
uncontrollably as the lady with the sexy stocking-clad legs drove her fists
deeper and deeper into his gut with machine-gun rapidity that had him creasing
over in humiliation and a massive boner to go with it.

Pathetically trying to stand straight but unable to look anywhere but down at
her marvellous stockings and suspenders while gasping, he weakly tried to
throw another punch. ?Yah!? the edge of her hand chopped across the inside of
his forearm with a solid crack of bone. ?Arghh!? he cried in stunned agony.
?Pathetic? she sneered. ?Hai!? her hand swung forwards delivering a hard
knife-hand chop with the edge of her hand between his legs. His agonised
expression turned to dumbfoundment as her dainty hand grabbed the long stiff
package at the front of his trousers and began squeezing it like a rubber
ball. ?Oh you like the rough stuff? she chuckled ?it?s getting even harder in
my hand?. Tightening her grip he began squealing in agony. ?Oh do stop that
annoying whine? she exclaimed. ?Hai!? her fist rocketed out in a brutal blow
to his sternum. ?Orruuugghh!? he gasped as his body rocked beneath a
surprisingly powerful punch from such a slender ageing refined lady.

With his trouser-truncheon wobbling stiffly in front he again threw a weak
punch which she easily blocks with her forearm. ?Hopeless!? she sneers seizing
his hand and bending back his fingers while gripping the underside of his
elbow. ?On your knees when you address a lady? she demands underlining her
superiority by slowly forcing him down to one knee before forcing him to stand
once more. ?Hai!? her fist delivered a bone-breaking punch to the side of his
jaw that deformed his mouth under the powerful blow. ?Ha Ha Ha Ha!? a series
of short laugh-like barks accompanied a fearsome series of strong kicks
slammed with machine-gun rapidity into his torso and head with incredible
stamina and shocking power. His big muscular body crumpled over and jerked up
and down like a broken marionette under the onslaught of sleek sexy sheer
black nylon lightning strikes, powerless to stop them. ?This is for Marie? the
elegant lady finally said, her chest falling and rising slowly showing no sign
of exertion while the broken tough man sagged in the middle panting, wheezing
and coughing up blood. ?Eeeyah!? she shouted as her knee leapt upwards towards
his face while her open-palmed hand slashed downwards towards the back of his
neck. Caught between her knee and the edge of her hand it was like getting
executed over the axeman?s block.

?It?s payback time Mister wimpy? Claudine sneers as the Commander approaches
with murder in his eyes. ?YAH!? he roars blasting spinning kicks and punches
each of which the sophisticated lady calmly blocks without batting an eyelid.
Suddenly she steps up close her hands grabbing his shoulders with her knee
barely a blur. ?Yai!? ?Worraghh!? he wails as her hard knee pounds his belly
just below the sternum and drives up beneath it forcing the big man up onto
his toes. As she holds him in place, his mouth is wide open, trying but
failing not to crease forwards with an expression of shock. One hand seizes
his jaw and lifts it forcing him to look at her cold stern face which examines
his savouring every moment of pain. Without warning her right hand becomes a
blur of motion. ?Hai! Hai! Ha! Ha!? The edge of her hand alternates between
chopping one side of his bull neck then the other and then does it all over
again. Each chop causes his body to shake and twitch uncontrollably leaving
him paralysed, unable to fight back. She stops, watching his humiliating agony
with pleasure for a few moments before speaking. ?You destroyed my family and
so I have destroyed your assassins, your family? she tells him coldly before
delivering another hard chop to the side of his neck that leaves him twitching
spasmodically. The aged lady takes her time to let him savour his humiliation
while her wrinkled face smiles in grim amusement before her hands flash out
again to chop each side of his neck. Again she coldly watches his suffering
for a few seconds before lowering her knee.

Groaning he would have fallen if the Countess hadn?t taken hold of his left
arm in an armlock. ?Like most men, you secretly get turned on by being
humiliated by a woman? she observes pointedly staring at his growing trouser
tent. Turning her back on him, while retaining hold of his arm, she leans
forward. Unable to move he cannot help staring at the back of her slender
legs, the seamed stockings enhancing the sexuality of the sexy hard muscled
calves, and the high-sheen hose she wore beneath that providing added lustre
for her tight backside. ?A very impressive endowment? she remarks looking back
over her shoulder. Suddenly she thrust her compact behind into his crotch
while pulling his arm over her shoulder, holding him close as she ground and
thrust her nylon peach over the obscene pillar thrusting forwards from his
shorts. ?Is this old lady turning you on with her ancient backside?? she
teases as uncontrollable gasps of pleasure leave his lips. At that point she
suddenly folds in two whipping the big muscular man over her shoulder in the
blink of an eye. ?Orraghh!? he groans as his back slams heavily upon the
ground leaving him staring up at the legs of the lady who had just thrown him
with his huge dick thrashing around inside his shorts like a flagpole in a
hurricane. ?Oooh that looks painfully trapped inside there? she laughs placing
her foot upon it and rolling it from side to side.

Angrily batting the foot aside, the Commander rolls off to one side beyond
reach of her legs and rises to his feet. Angrily unzipping his shorts, he
scoops out his mighty appendage. ?Feast your eyes, bitch because this is going
to split you in two after I?ve beaten you so bad that you?ll be begging for
mercy? he snarls. With his outrageous erect manhood swinging awkwardly the
huge muscular brute rushes at the slender silver-head lady unleashing a
whirlpool of kicks and punches. To his increasing frustration she deflects
each strike punch and kick with nonchalant ease.

Grabbing his wrist after a blocked punch, she bends back his hand forcing him
to lean forwards before turning into an unstoppable beat-down machine. ?Hai Ha
ha ha!? the front edge of the shin of a sensational leg slams across his face
again and again, mashing and blooding it as if wielding a baseball bat. ?Ha Ha
Ha Ha!? a laugh-like bark accompanies rapid-fire kicks to the groin. ?Yah!
Boo! Sucks!? the sexy stocking-sheathed leg is relentless: high side-kick to
the side of his jaw, spinning back kick to the mouth, kick after kick to his
chest thump out a breath-taking rhythm culminating in a knee to the gut
followed by a series of rapid-fire gut-punches then a hard knee to the side of
his neck. He may have faced tough guys in combat but he?d never faced anything
like this.

As he falls to his knees gasping for breath the Countess forces a shin between
his thighs. The Commander goes to push the intrusion away then stops in
amazement as she begins the slide the silky smooth nylons up and down against
his shaft making it grow rapidly even harder. ?No! Stop! What are you doing??
he cries fighting the erotic sensation of her nylons against his dick lulling
him into a sensual paralysis. Grabbing her ankles he pulls them bringing the
Countess down on her shapely rear and tries to get up to attack her. ?Ya! Ya!
Ya! Ya!? a shiny flash of lethal loveliness flashes repeatedly hammering her
heel against his right knee, gut, sternum and jaw in a single rapid series of
rising kicks. ?Yah! Boo! Sucks!? it continues to fire rocking his head
violently this way and that until he is so dazed, he doesn?t realise that she
has stopped and is slowly stroking his shaft between the calve of one leg and
the shin of the other. By the time his head clears his obscene manhood is
throbbing like crazy. I see him visibly fight to stop his hands feeling her
silky smooth stocking-sheathed legs and to stop his hips rhythmically bucking
with the sweat on his brow as he was close to cumming all over her sexy legs.
Pushing them away he gets to his feet, however he can only watch in barely
suppressed lust as the aged temptress sensuously removes her stockings with
skilled practice. He is so rapt in staring at her long slim legs sheathed in
very shiny sheer pantyhose from reinforced toes to the gusset, his huge shaft
is lurching wildly as he fights the desire to throw himself at her feet and
run his member up and down those beautiful shapes.

?Eeyah! Hah ha ha ha!? the objects of his desire become nylon-sheathed clubs
battering around his head so fast that he is unable to mount any defence. Her
long legs kick around the top of the head, around the temples, across the
forehead in a limber leggy whirlwind knocking him punch-drunk. ?Kiss this!?
she cries as she slams the front of her shin across his mouth before, with
unstoppable stamina and energy, kicking him across the mouth and his cheeks
like a deadly can-can dancer proclaiming her extreme femininity as she pounds
his mouth bloody. The machine-gun fast volley of kicks stop leaving him dazed
and confused. With a cool arrogance the elite lady seizes his mighty shaft
with both hands. Stepping to the side she raising his long dong swiftly
pulling it down in a large vertical arc. To my amazement the big man
somersaults in the air, thrown by his own dick. ?How about that for a spinning
dick throw?? she laughs as he crashes to the ground at her dainty feet.
Crouching before him she traps his dick between her knees and begins to slide
it lengthways between her inner thighs then out again repeatedly in long slow
strokes. ?You can't keep up with this old lady? she mocks as he starts to moan
loudly before blast after blast erupts from his oversized manhood drenching
her nylons in his seed.

Shagged out, he is too weak to resist as she forces him to stand. Holding his
manhood with one hand around the base and the other around the head, she
stretches it out horizontally before as if playing some obscene looking
musical instrument with long lengthwise strokes that makes it regain its
stiffness. ?My! I bet you like to intimidate the ladies with this? she says in
a soft seductive tone but no more. Eeeeyahh!? a blood-curdling scream leaves
her elegant lips draining the big man?s face of colour as he watches in terror
as a nylon-clad knee hurtles with stone-smashing force right into the middle
of his stiff shaft as she holds it tight. With a terrible scream that
reverberates around the arena, his manhood bends at a severe unnatural angle.
?No chance of you forcing some poor innocent girl to have your babies? she
remarks coldly. He falls sobbing to his knees clutching his ruined favourite
toy. Standing over him, the hot-legged posh lady bends slightly at the knees
sliding his head just above her knees forcing him to look up into the face of
the mature elegant lady who had destroyed him. Balling up the stockings she
had removed earlier her left fingers dig into the hinges of his mouth forcing
it open so her right hand can feed the nylon ball inside. ?Hai!? a swift chop
to the side of his mouth prevents it from opening and he gazes up at her in
open fear and trepidation. ?And this is for me? she exclaims as her legs
secure a tight hold on the sides of his head. A sudden twist of her hips and
her deceptive strong but lovely legs snaps his neck in an instant and his
lifeless body flops to the ground to join the others lying there.

?She is blind in her vengeance? Madame Virginie remarks at my side. ?The
Organization will re-organise and go on. She has achieved nothing in the wider
scheme of things. Get away from her servitude as soon as you can? the buxom
woman advised. All this brutality and death did not sit well with me but as I
rejoined the Countess, I could not deny that this posh ageing action GILF
turned me on and I found to my surprise that she had been very turned on by
her own actions and wanted to ride me dry before we could make our escape. We
returned to her Chateau where she gave me a copy of the scroll and declining
her tempting offer to stay and be her personal servant I made my long-overdue
return to England.