Don’t Mess With Women of the Salvation Army
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
By Jimp based on ideas by Stefano
Somewhere inside a poorly lit pedestrian underpass beneath a road on the remote edge of a town where decent people fear to tread, we see the head and shoulders of a rough-unshaven bearded man. His mouth opens wide in excited exclamation. “Whores approaching” he cries pointing with one hand to the entrance where we get a glimpse of the outside world with blue skies and leafy trees. Walking along a path leading to the underpass we can make out three undeniably female figures. “Time to teach them to respect the laws of our culture” a figure unseen in the gloom growls.
As the figures get closer, it is clear that all three are wearing a navy-blue uniform with a hip length blazer, worn over a white shirt, and tailored to show off hour-glass figures. A matching skirt clings around the shapes of long thighs as they walk with the sun reflecting off shins and shapely calves raised up on shiny black high-heeled shoes in the manner that only sheer-black nylon can. The sight of such blatant femininity causes outbreaks of cursing from the shadowy figures in the tunnel. “Whores””Sluts” “Ssssh!” their leader urges. Topping it all, a bowler style hat sits upon each head with a red badge in the shape of a shield. A splash of red is visible on two of the figures along the top of each shoulder. Shining in the sun is a silver brooch upon each collar that draws greedy eyes.
As they get closer the uniforms of The Salvation Army becomes apparent and that the three women are of different ages. A facial similarity suggests that they are related. One is in her late teens and 5 foot 9” if she wasn’t wearing heels. Pretty and slim, the fresh-faced girl has smouldering looks from a sweet small heart-shaped elfin face framed by long brown hair with a parting that tumbles down partially covering her ears before being swept over her shoulders to fall down her back apart from a few loose strands that curl around the front. Brown eyes with dark eyelashes stare out from beneath slim eyebrows and atop a slender nose and appealing small slender lipped mouth. Her skirt is just above the knee showing long slim shins shimmering with the reflected sheen of sunlight off her black nylons. On each shoulder of her blazer are two red bars and a white letter ‘S’ on black epaulettes. The front is unbuttoned revealing a well-stacked bust that hangs firm and proud causing her blouse to bounce and lurch in a way that the men find unsettling.
Next to her is an older woman in her mid-40’s, presumably her mother with red epaulettes along the top of each shoulder bearing a white crest and the letter ‘S’. With a resemblance to her daughter yet with a sleek long narrow face with good complexion, she carries a haughty sophisticated arrogant air. Her hair is also brown but worn short, clear of the ears and styled in a bouffant. As with her daughter, she has slim eyebrows over elegant brown eyes and a sleek nose. Wearing a pair of spectacles with a slim frame and large trapezoidal lenses, her sophisticated looks are enhanced by a touch of mascara and eye-liner while scarlet lipstick glosses her mouth and a large pearl earring hangs from each ear. Without heels she would stand 5 foot 11 inches and it is her stunning hour-glass figure on a slim frame with large thrusting breasts pushing the front of her smartly buttoned-up blazer forward that draws the ire of the watchers. Likewise her skirt draws their wrath being a couple of inches shorter than her daughter’s and showing off a patch of nylon-sheathed upper thigh.
The other woman is in her 60’s with silvering hair and more rounded features like that of a slightly chubby-faced grandmother with a hint of looseness beneath the chin. Something about her demeanour suggests that she is strict, stern and takes no nonsense. Shorter than her daughter by around an inch and slightly plumper, the men are outraged at the display of a good 5 or 6 inches of firm thick thigh and long slender shins backed by prominent wide flaring calves. In possession of the most outrageous feminine figure of them all, the smart buttoned blazer with red epaulettes featuring a white crest above a bar and the letter ‘S’ can barely contain her bust. The front stretches forward in a manner of extreme womanhood that unnerves the watching men causing further outbreaks of cursing that is quickly suppressed.
Entering the underpass their progress is blocked by several tall menacing swarthy unshaven shifty men. As the women turn to the direction that they came more men emerge from the shadows to surround them. Wearing dark dirty clothes that look stolen, their muscular bodies are shown off with open shirts.
The mother steps confidently towards a glaring man with hints of silver in his hair who appears to lead these ruffians. Every male eye is on the front of her blazer thrusting forwards in impressive wide hanging slopes as tailored lines follow a dramatic hour-glass figure to a slim waist before curving back out to slender hips. So engrossed are they in this magnificent edifice they fail to notice the other two women spreading out behind her. With no sign of fear or nervousness she faces down their leader. “Stand aside and let good God-fearing women of The Salvation Army pass” she demands in a strong clear voice of the kind used to people obeying. The man’s eyes went wide and his face darkened in rage before he spoke. “Not the true God” he spattered angrily. “Do your menfolk truly allow you to walk about in public dressed like that?” his voice rose. “Like what, sir? We are in our smart decent Salvationist uniforms” “D ... decent!” his voice became shrill. “You cause great offense with such shameless clothing tailored to inflame impure thoughts with all those...” he waved his hands around furiously as though too scared to describe her dramatic outline “those ... unnecessary in and out bits” “Really?” the tall imposing woman glared at him through her spectacles with a condescending smile “they are bodies. All women have them” “Silence!” the leader yelled. “And those ... those” he stammered in outrage pointing at her nylon-sheathed lower limbs. “Legs dear” the grandmother added in a clear strident voice “most of us have them, even you”. “Silence!” he yelled. “In our culture a woman’s mouth is bound shut so that they cannot tempt men with their lies” he cried “your faces and bodies would be covered from head to toe in a shapeless bag so not even your treacherous eyes of enchantment show”.
“Well lucky for us we live in a tolerant multi-cultural society. We all learn to get along together and respect each other’s customs” the striking tall woman added. “Bullsh*t!” the leader exclaims. “Your rulers bend over backwards not to offend” he cried. “Who are you decadent women who pollute our senses thus?” he demands. “I am Major Joyce, this is my mother Lieutenant-Colonel Mavis” she explained indicating the older woman “and this is my daughter, 2nd year cadet Jacqueline” nodding to the teen. “And who should you be?” she asked although the wild look in his eyes suggests that this too was an outrage. “We are the Sons of Asura Mahisha” he exclaims in frothing fervour “Descendants of the great Demon Lord himself and the slave women he seeded”.
“Asura Mahisha!” the young cadet scoffs “Isn’t he the loser who got his arse kicked by the Goddess Anahita”. “AIEEEE!” outraged howls reverberate around the tunnel. “Blasphemy!” the leader cries. “The wicked temptress distracted him with her beguiling naked body”. “And that’s why you suppress women” sighed the statuesque Major Joyce “Well that’s your problem, get over it. Now get out of our way”. Fuming with anger the men crowd closer. “We demand compensation for this great offence against our beliefs” their leader raged. His eyes narrowed slyly as he adds “Refusal is racist and your authorities won’t help you”.
“I’m bored. Just barge through them and let’s get out of here” young Jacqueline said. All eyes turned to stare at the contents of her open blazer with much deep breathing and sly smiles. “She has the gift of Anahita” the leader smirks staring at her large bust “We will have her as compensation. She will make plenty of new soldiers for the cause”. “No-one is having anyone” her mother states firmly. “We are experienced fighters from a war-torn land. No man in this country can match us” he cries.
With a nod of his head, one of the men grabbed the teen from behind wrapping his arms around her and groping her breasts. Without hesitation, she balls her right hand into a fist and drives it solidly backwards between his legs. “AIEEEE!” his face screws tight and his mouth drops open in agonised surprise. “Get OFF!” Jacqueline yelled, annoyed by a groping hand still on her breast. The man looked shocked as a bent arm pistons back angled high towards his face. “Naarghh!” the back of her upper arm close to the elbow smashes into his chin snapping his head sharply back. Turning swiftly around, a forearm blocks an incoming punch while the tight black skirt slides along her thigh as a knee snaps up. A concealed lateral slit at the side parts to reveal a long expanse of slim upper leg, shining with black nylon sheen with matt black stocking tops attached to suspender belts over creamy white skin. With a dramatic heave of her nicely endowed chest, the folded leg flicks open in a fast moving black blur. “GOAL!” she cries as the wicked pointed toe of her shoe nails his balls. “AIII!” he squeals as the force of the kick drives him up onto his toes with eyes tightly clenched and an expression of agony.
Barely had he returned to his feet when the excited looking teen, still with a grip on his arm, bent the upper thigh across the front of her chest while turning sideways on. Like a coiled spring the leg straightens as a slim nylon-sheathed lance pulsing sideways. “Gaaarrd!” his face melts in pain as the sole of her shoe ploughs into his groin like an unstoppable express train. “Right in the back of the net!” the long-haired girl exclaims jubilantly. Releasing his wrist, he begins to crumple at the knees. Spinning right around to turn her back on him, a streak of reflected sheen shoots out in a back-kick as she leans forward. The sole slams into the base of his groin while the sharp heel nails his shaft eliciting a shrill agonised howl. The strength of the kick lifts his feet clean from the ground while he doubles over in excruciating torment before crashing to the floor a whimpering broken man. “Yeah! And she scores the hat-trick” the impish teen cries triumphantly.
“Really Jacqueline! I do sometimes regret allowing you to go to those soccer matches” her mother remarks in disapproval. “Do you need me to show you how to dispatch a man with elegance and sophistication instead of such crude tactics?” “No, mother” her daughter replies sheepishly. “Then I suggest you show those men creeping up on you how ladies of The Salvation Army treat ne’er-do-wells” the statuesque uniformed Major replied. “Seize her! She’s just a girl!” their leader cries to two men approaching the girl with a manic gleam in his eyes “She will be taught the proper way to show respect for a man” “That’s right dear, show them proper respect” her mother advises as her hands go to the buttons of her blazer and begins to undo them.
Spinning around to face them, two dishevelled wildly bearded men find themselves facing the conflicting sight of a pretty young girl with her fists raised in a competent-looking fight stance. Tantalising their senses, the skirt clung to the contours of her left thigh while the right was exposed through the slit at the side, a feast for the eyes they could not refuse. Long and slim yet shapely with a hint of toned thighs, her calves jut out as balls of defined muscle heads resembling pairs of hard slabs of downward pointing arrow heads with a sexy diamond shaped cleft between. Her blazer hung loose and wide with the white shirt beneath becoming unbuttoned at the top during her close encounter. The men openly stare at the tops of well-endowed soft mounds of feminine hills and the tantalising cleavage where they met in a deep valley in the middle. “Pretty girl pretending she’s so tough” one laughs. “So you want to play with the big boys?” the other adds with a meaningful rub of his crotch while lustfully staring at her chest. “Oi! Keep your eyes to yourself mate!” she tells him. “With decorum please dear” the grandmother admonishes.
Jacqueline fearlessly steps close to the nearest man. “HAI!” her shout is like a shotgun reverberating around the tunnel. The side of a hand held flat with fingers straight delivers a fast sharp chop to the side of his neck. There are audible gasps from his watching companions as it looks like he is going to pass out on his feet. Confident and in total control the long-haired girl seizes his right wrist with both hands and bends back his hand causing a shrill scream. Turning around she side-steps while swinging her arms in a forward windmill motion with much heaving of her bust. The tall heavily built man’s feet leap from the floor as his whole body whips right over like a Catherine wheel around the sleight frame of a teenaged girl. His back slams heavily into the tunnel floor to the stunned amazement of the others. With a smouldering glare at the next man, she keeps the thrown man pinned to the ground whimpering in a savage wrist-lock.
With one man subdued, Jacqueline’s right leg whips forward. “HAI!” a sleek glistening sheer black missile rockets in a high arc. With her skirt sliding back to her hips the bewildered man gets a glimpse of skimpy white knickers at her crotch between two slim sexily clad legs rapidly scissoring apart. The top of her shoe blasts his right cheek, distorting his mouth as a shock-wave of power ripples across his face whilst his head whips from right to left so fast he stumbles to the side before recovering his balance. Glaring at her with eyes wide in rage, he raises fists rough and gnarled like well-battered hammers and steps forward ready to unleash a mighty punch. With one man writhing and squealing at her feet, the girl’s knee rises and unfolds towards another in the blink of an eye. “HAI!” the sole of her shoe smashes his mouth at shocking speed whipping his head over his shoulders in a spray of blood and spit.
With a man squealing in agony with his hand bent back, the pretty girl snaps her knee level with her ample bust while leaning to one side away from the other visibly dazed man. “HAI!” the man jumps as a slim stocking-clad missile streaks towards his face in a well-executed high side-kick. “Baaaghh!” the sole of her shoe pounds the middle of his face, breaking his nose and driving the back of his head sharply against the wall behind with an audible crack. There are gasps of horror as his eyes glaze over and he falls senseless to the floor. Without pause the teen raises the wrist of the man squirming in her iron grip forcing him to his feet while keeping his head bowed as if acknowledging the victor. “HAI!” the side of her knife hand slashes down in a solid chop to the base of his bowed neck. His face jerks back his wide eyes glazing over before also crashing out.
Jacqueline places a foot upon the fallen man flexing a sharp diamond shaped calve, with her hands upon her hips and a wide smile on her impish face. “How’s that for girl power? Three big toughs in less than 2 minutes. How embarrassing” she mocks. Angry noises get louder as the other men react badly to the humiliating defeat by a pretty teenaged girl in uniform. “Keep away from my daughter!” the tall elegant bouffant-wearing woman cries at the sight of a man wielding a wicked blade. With breath-taking forward-thrusting double pyramids of white pushing through the front of her unbuttoned blazer from a slim waist, the men gawp in an outbreak of stiffness in their groins. Rushing forwards, it is clear from the way that stunning bust heaves and wobbles with prominent jutting nipples that not only are they heavy but clearly unfettered without support of a bra causing rapid growth in their trousers.
With a mighty heave of those double-barrelled wonders, the uniformed woman gave a stunning leap into the air of epic proportions. Soaring level with their heads she cut through the air with legs scissoring wide in arousing jaw-dropping flexibility. In that brief moment of flight, the image that seared into their brains was of a bra-less very well-stacked uniformed woman wearing glasses with a dramatic hour-glass figure, athletically soaring past their faces, her side-slit skirt riding over her hips providing a view of strong shapely toned legs with defined quads and calves shining with the erotic allure of sheer black stockings and suspenders. With sleek muscled legs split wide like a gymnast and a scantily-clad crotch, there was much trouser lurching and lustful groaning. “YAH!” a sharp scary yell leaves her elegant lips as the sole of her leading shoe smashes the face of the knife-wielder with bloody explosive force. In a heartbeat his ruined face rockets back over his broad shoulders before the rest of his body flips over on a collision course with the hard concrete floor.
Mother and daughter stand side by side, looking military smart in their uniforms and competent with legs apart forming a solid base and open-palmed hands poised for combat. “These blazers are smart” Major Joyce addressed the men closing in around them “but not very practical for self-defence”. With a teasing smirk and a look of sheer arrogance, mother and daughter throw off their blazers to reveal that their shirts are short-sleeved. Proudly thrusting forward their firm pointing breasts, the men collectively groan with wanton desire. “Maybe the local men are no match for you” the buxom mother’s mocking gaze seared at them through her glasses, her nipples so erect with excitement they jut out from her shirt like studs. Jacqueline displays the same reaction with hard jutting pokies. “As you’ve plainly noticed we are not men” she says with a knowing glance at their groins.
If they hadn’t been focusing on their breasts the men might have noticed a level of fitness in their arms no doubt unacceptable to them. Jacqueline’s arms are slim with a light but clearly defined horseshoe shape to her triceps, a sail-like shape to her forearms and a tautness to the front of her upper arms. As she resumes the fight stance, small mounds swell in her upper arms suggesting she is no stranger to weight-training. The muscularity in her mother’s arms was more difficult to ignore. Her sleek arms were toned with well-defined shoulder-caps stretching the shirt sleeves, clearly visible well-defined triceps, strong forearms and a bulk to her upper arms with prominent biceps veins. Sleek and strong like an off-season top-class athlete, she too resumed her fight stance with hard ridged-lined biceps bulging.
“Orrrr woman!” one man moaned moving closer “We are blessed with the Demon Lord’s gift to the faithful and I’m going to plunge it right inside and seed you both” he groans with his hand rubbing a noticeably large bulge. “The women in our family are blessed with good genetics” Joyce replies with a cheeky smirk and pointed glance at her bust “A woman can always defeat a man who only thinks with his dick”. Performing a quarter turn to present her side-profile towards him, she lets him have it with both barrels. Unleashing the full impact of her big horizontal twin-peaks contrasting dramatically with a small waist and flat belly, he doesn’t stand a chance. “Orrrrr! Orrrrr!” he groans as the front of his trousers buck and thrash in uncontrollable lust. “Blimey, looks like he’s got a wild ferret down there” the teen laughs. “Humiliated without even touching him” the mother replies as he loses all self-control. He’s not the only one as several of his colleagues step forward with him to take these two well-endowed specimens of womanhood.
“HAI!” daughter and mother simultaneously kick a leg high into the air exposing their sexy lingerie until the top of their thighs hit their buxom chests where they remain in a steady standing splits like shapely raised nylon-clad flagpoles with seams running up the back. The men are driven wild with rampant desire of this display of flexibility and control. The sight of skimpy knickers drawn tight over their crotches with legs split wide and sheathed in erotic sheer black nylon stockings and suspenders stoke their aching erections. The young girl’s legs are long and slim with a hint of sleek toned thighs with relatively large calves flexed into hard double-diamonds. Those of the mother display a more formidable level of muscularity with strong sleekly defined quads, large solidly defined calves and strong bulging hamstrings lining the back of the raised thigh.
With a tight smile on her long narrow face while her openly inviting legs spread wide vertically and briefs pulled so taut a camel-toe was visible, the man before her loses it completely. With his erection pounding inside his trousers, he rushes forward desperate to take her. “HAI!” the vertically aligned leg sweeps to the right, the sole of her shoe slamming into the side of his face in an audibly strong blow that sends him staggering towards her daughter. The close up view of Jacqueline’s slim raised stocking-sheathed leg causes wild uncontrolled lurches inside his trousers. Within a heartbeat the sexy leg drops to waist height while folding at the knee then instantly straightens. “YAH!” a speeding front-kick rockets straight between his legs. “Arghh!” the arch of her foot makes full contact with his undercarriage with such force it sends his big trouser-bulge flying upwards while lifting him bodily off the ground. Remarkably when he lands back on his feet with his face screwed tight and creasing over in agony, his erection has grown larger and is lurching out of control. “HAI!” the mother’s sharp shout turns his face deathly pale as he senses that strong stocking-clad leg plummeting towards his bowed head. “Nnnnnnarrr!” with an almighty heave of his trouser-snake he creams himself whilst his eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in a silent scream as her heel pounds the back of his neck like an axe. Driven face-first to the ground he twitches before lying unmoving, out cold.
Facing the onrush of lust-fuelled angry men, Joyce steps forward to protect her daughter displaying a haughty sophisticated arrogant air that attracts men to her like flies. One man launches a side kick at her which she effortlessly catches before pulling him close. “Hai!” with a flex of strong muscled calves a long nylon-clad thigh shoots up. “Nuurrfff!” a cry cut off in an explosion of breath as her knee pounds his sternum like a drum, his mouth dropping open in winded agony. “Yah!” a long sleek muscular leg arcs around, a sleekly strong and flexible high-velocity projectile clad in the most erotic of lingerie. The sharp pointed toe drives into the side of his neck like a nail-gun. Hard unyielding toe-cap smacks loudly against human flesh. His face stretches skywards in a grimace of pain before his knees give way and he drops like a stone. “So you see the value of steel-reinforced heels in our combat shoes” the short-haired mature woman remarks as she looks down at the unmoving form with hands upon her narrow hips subtly turning her stunning torso to taunt the others to see who would succumb next.
Embolden by her earlier success, Jacqueline becomes more confident and eager to use her skills. “Oi! Creep, get a load of this” she yells at the nearest man. A hand darts out to seize his wrist and twists eliciting a squeal of pain. Her other arm, bent at the elbow, swings across the front of her body. “Yai!” in horror the man sees the back of the elbow rushing towards him at blistering speed. “Arrghh!” it connects with his face, breaking his nose and snapping his face up towards the roof. “Don’t you bleed all over my new shirt!” she cries shoving him away with her hand. Clutching his nose, his back hits the tunnel wall. “Want some more, mate?” she cries sharply lifting her left knee to waist height while leaning away from him giving him an eyeful of taut knickers and stocking tops. “Ha!” a gleam of reflected light traces the path of a high side kick. “Urrkkkk!” he croaks as the sole of her shoe hammers his throat and pins it against the wall. His hands fly to the slender ankle close to his neck but is shocked to find that he can’t budge it. “Kkkk kkkk!” “Hands off or I’ll crush your throat so you’ll never breathe again!” she warns applying more pressure with her foot. All he can do is stare along the shapely long expanse of her nylon-clad shin and thighs. The matt black stocking tops circling the middle of her upper thigh is highly arousing in it’s simplicity enhancing the contrast of the suspender belts running over creamy bare skin beyond. His eyes drank in the lengthy beauty all the way to the skimpy taut panties at her crotch exposed by the flexible stance causing his erection to lurch even though he was choking beneath her foot. Leaning right in, her right hand reaches for his trouser-tent. “Oi! what’s this? You’ve got a blooming hard-on” she chuckles “You must really like getting your arsed kicked by a teenaged girl”. She giggles as his manhood responds to the touch of her hand by getting harder and throbbing uncontrollably. “What a loser” she taunts “You can’t beat a young girl and your dick’s about to blow”. She leans forward applying more pressure to her foot until he can no longer make a sound and his face turns purple. “You’re not man enough to take me” she hisses in a low whisper. Her hand still encircling the throbbing trouser-meat, her thumb hidden from her mother’s view, stroking back and forth “You’re beaten, whipped by my legs”. His voice choked off, the flickering eyelids is the only sign before the front of his trousers turn sopping wet.
“Urrr you dirty pig” she sneers “you’ve creamed your pants” With that she lowers her foot and turns away from the humiliated man. “Oh and by the way” Jacqueline pauses with a wicked smile “your inability to handle a mere girl is a joke. Ha ha HA!”. With a heave of her bust and flick of her long hair, her right leg kicks back driving the heel straight into the front of his trousers stabbing the shaft closely followed by the sole stomping his balls. “Oooooeeee!” he squeals his knees weakening as he creases right over cupping his aching groin. “That’s right, bow to the superior fighter” she teased “Ha!” with a flex of hard-edged calves, her right leg kicks back once more this time stretching higher as it rises behind her. “Arrghh!” the sole smashes against his jaw and continues to rise, her slim leg straightening with the skirt falling back displaying her stocking tops and suspender belts, driving his head up and over his shoulders. His legs turn to jelly as he heads on a backwards course with the floor. “Yes!” she cries spinning around raising her arms giving a fist pump in victory. “Whose next to get their arses kicked?” she challenges then bursts out laughing at the sight of big tough guys staring at her small hard biceps in open disbelief and fear with the front of their trousers throbbing.
Joyce proudly watched as her daughter proved herself more than capable of dealing with a much larger man. In that moment of distraction, she is caught off-guard as a tall muscular man slips a thick strong arm around her neck from behind. Remaining steely calm, the slightest hint of excitement touches her luscious lips. “Yah!” her right leg rockets skyward in a sensual blaze of nylon sheen. Reaching vertical, the top of her long thigh hits her voluminous bust, framing one side of her face with an inverted large muscular calve as it powers her foot over the top of her head. “Arghh!” the sharp toe pounds his forehead like a pickaxe. Without pause, her leg drops to the floor. Spinning around and grasping his waist she bends sharply forwards by his side. Suddenly he is looking at a big dangling white cliff front as she bends down low. Her right leg whips up behind her, bent at the knee and rising fast arcing high above her back like a scorpion’s tail. Sensational flexible legs sheathed in sheer nylon spread wide apart with stunning litheness. The sole of her shoe slams against his face with dreadful power, pulverising his face and slamming it back so hard that his neck visibly strains. But he is tough and somehow remains standing although clearly shaken. “EYAH!” going onto her toes flexing her large calves pushing back the seams running along them, Joyce’s sleek muscular leg soars upwards at the side of her body in a brief display of bulging stocking-sheathed legs and tight panties. The top of the thigh ends up perfectly aligned against the side of her body but not before blasting his head out of the way and driving him through the air at high velocity.
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