Chapter 2: The Posh Women

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

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

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

“Feel the flexibility of the Wolford Neon 30 denier” Madame Michelle’s voice cut across the room.

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

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

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