Chapter 3: The Geek Girl

Jim

In the confusion I work at the lock that Ahmed had broken. With a feel of elation the door swings open and I crawl out only for a pair of slender shapely legs clad in glossy sheer tan nylons to swing down before me from the top of the cage. In a panic I try to brush my way through but the long legs play with me locking on around my head then letting me go only to wrap around my shoulders. The legs are stunningly beautiful and perfectly proportioned. As I struggle to break free and steal a glimpse at my tormentor, it comes as no surprise to see a mature Oriental woman sitting on top of the cage wearing a smart light-weight pin-striped business jacket with a very short skirt.

Very solid, well defined muscular calves play with my head and neck. Sleek and shapely they jut above her slim ankles. Madame Michelle’s exotic tones rang out. “How can you possibly cope with a woman like me, Monsieur Priest?” Her attractive small rounded face stared with amusement in her almond-shaped eyes sitting above a short squat nose with high cheekbones, a medium sized mouth and shallow chin. Stealthy and sleek like a panther, I hadn’t even realised that she was there. Barely 5 foot 4, her slender build made her legs look very long. Too quick for me to avoid, they wrap themselves around my neck like a scarf in a tight figure 4 head-scissors. “Urkk!” those slim beauties are deceptively strong and I find myself struggling for breath immediately. With my face turning red. I raise my hands to prise her legs away to find they are rock solid yet feel so alluring beneath the soft silky smoothness of her nylons that I can’t resist stealing a feel.

With one calve barred tight across my throat her other leg stretches out and I feel the nylon-clad sole press down on my groin. “What do you think of my young students? Pretty impressive Qui?” the woman in in her late-50’s with a bob of black hair peppered with strands of silver asks while her foot begins to rub and massage the front of my trousers. “Gnkk!” I groan as she grabs her right foot and pulls the back of her calve all the tighter against my throat. Having those hard jutting muscular calves tight across your throat is no joke. All the while her elegant dainty foot delivers an arousing massage. There comes a point when you are between a woman’s sexy legs being scissored and getting a foot job that you stop struggling and sit back and enjoy it.

“Do you know why I train upper class girls?” I can’t answer because the mature Oriental has raised herself upon her arms to bring a mind-blowing amount of leggy pressure to bear upon my poor throat and neck that my head spins and dark spots threaten to overwhelm my vision. Luckily she eases off before knocking me right out. The thought that her sexy legs nearly did that makes me stiff making it a more effective target for the stimulations of her foot. “It’s because they are brought up with an egotistical self-centric view of the world without compassion for others which makes them ideal to be trained as cold-blooded uncaring lethal fighting machines” she explained. “Kkkkugh!” my eyes blurred as the sexy mature Oriental gave a brief squeeze of her legs to remind me who was boss as if I needed reminding. “You’re not going anywhere Monsieur Priest so just sit back and enjoy the ministrations of my foot while watching the girls deal with these macho gorillas”

Mac

Mac was faring no better than Alan as he also found himself unable to cope with two stunningly beautiful but arrogant teenaged posh girls. Every kick and punch was skilfully blocked by one or the other and so fast, constantly pounding him with kick after kick that it was difficult to keep track of them both.