Deadly Teenage Girls
Copyright© Jim P 2015
Chapter 4: Madame Michelle
Jim
Locked up tight in the lovely legs of a short-haired mature Oriental businesswoman, the back of her muscular calves pressed against my throat while the other leg stretched away with the shapely calve wobbling and flexing as it gave me a foot-job. My erection was free of my trousers so I could ‘Get the full experience of her Wolfords’. I was too turned on to even attempt resisting, my hands enjoying the firm muscle beneath the silky smooth nylons. In that position watching gorgeous teenaged girls in very short gi jackets and not much else destroying big scary men with their Karate skills, I soon messed the foot of her nylons. “Good aren’t they?” she asked applying a side arm-bar then capturing my dick in the crook of her right leg then massaging it with her left foot. By the time the girl with the specs faced Mac, I was erect once more. Reminding me of my own spectacle-wearing leggy sister in-law Marianne, by the time she stood over him in victory, I blasted another load over Michelle’s nylons.
“That is not on” she admonished as Mac pulled a gun on the girls. Releasing me she stealthily dashed across the room with her calves flexing into sharply defined double-arrowheads. She was behind him before he even realised. “HAIIIEEE!” He visibly jumped in fright as light reflected from the high sheen nylons streaking right between his buttocks. THWOCK! The lower part of her shin and foot came up in front of his groin. “Arghh!” the gun fell from his hand as he screamed in torment. “Pull a gun on my girls after they’ve beaten you in a fair fight and you’ve got me to deal with”. His hands clutched his groin as he creased forwards rocking back and forth in agony. He was shocked to see a petite mature Oriental woman step before him. “Watch carefully girls as I demonstrate how to castrate a man with your bare er nylon-clad feet”.
Spooked, Mac let rip a terrifying flurry of muscular punches and kicks. Although skilfully blocked, the petite slim woman visibly wilts under the violent battering of the much bigger powerful man. “HAI!” their knees rise and shins collide in the space between them again and again. Looking increasingly desperate he engages the woman in a lightning fast test of skill. “EEYAH!” deceptively flexible for his size he powers a thundering roundhouse into the air only to be intercepted by the sleek lightning-fast right leg of the petite Oriental.
The titanic battle continues at an eye-watering pace with the sweat streaming down Mac’s face as he frantically tries to break through her defences. All the while, Madame Michelle looks cool and collected fixing him with such a smoulderingly sultry look of supreme confidence that he wasn’t the only one to spring a hard-on. “YAH!” I gasped as both tried to kick each other’s legs away at the same time and ended up tumbling to the floor. The Oriental quickly got onto one knee kicking her right leg into the air while a prone Mac did the same. “YAH!” both legs clashed like swords between them but this time the woman’s slender leg slams his to the floor. “HAH!” the leg flashed towards his face faster than he could block. WHOMP! “Arghh!” her sole slams into his cheek whipping his face hard to the right. Instantly her leg bent back at the knee and kicked again. “YAH!” WHAMP! Her sole hammered his mouth then rapidly kicked his throat. “ArgKkkk!” his eyes went wide in horror as he hand flew to his throat. The leg folded back once more and struck in the blink of an eye. “HA!” WHOMP! His head snapped back as her sole thundered into his jaw sending him sprawling.
The Oriental sprang nimbly to her feet. “Castration” she raised a finger addressing the girls. “You all know variants of the feminist kick as Rose and Eleanor so ably demonstrated on our guest” quickly glancing at The Moroccan. “With the two of you working so wonderfully together it would be a surprise if he is in full working order” that caused laughs among the girls. She stepped close to the man. With a coy smile the hem of her skirt slid back and his eyes followed the long length of her shins and thighs with sleek hard muscle playing beneath her smooth flawless skin. The hem rose higher and his eyes shot to strange metallic silver briefs at her crotch. “Orrrrr!” he moaned lustfully. With a wide smile Madame Michelle let the hem drop. “As you see. No harm done that an ice-pack won’t fix” that got a laugh from the girls who looked on in open admiration.
Walking towards Mac she gave him a hard stare and tight pout. “The same won’t be said about his pistol-packing henchman” “No! Stay away from me, you crazy bitch!. You’re all crazy” he yelled leaping to his feet. “First you must thoroughly humiliate the male with your superior combat skills. Always remembering to give him a constant reminder of your femininity”. “HAI!” her sleek slender leg shot from the floor. Reacting too late his own kick failed to intercept it. WHOCK! in a leggy display of tan pantyhose and sleek curves the top of her foot blasted his jaw whipping his head back. He looked stunned clutching his jaw as the foot continued to soar high above his head. For a moment she was doing the standing splits with the erotic promise of stunning flexibility as the top of her thigh rested against her chest with silver panties moulded tight against her crotch in a full leggy display. “YAH!” The leg fell like an executioner’s axe. WHOMP! The back of her heel pounded his temple as the cords of her inner thighs stood proud. The big man crumpled to his knees, looking up in fear at the petite slender woman standing over him. “Show no mercy until he cowers in defeat” “Please no more” he begged in a pathetic voice. “EEEYAH!” her scream rose in volume, Mac looked petrified. Madame Michelle’s muscular calves bulged with sheer raw power as she sprang from the floor. Her legs dividing as she span, the right leg a blur arcing right around to plough straight into his face. BERLAM! Her sole struck the side of his face so hard it seemed to distort even as his mouth opened in a scream that never found voice. His body slammed into the mats, a broken sobbing mess.
The elegant woman ignored him to address the girls. “Bring the others here on the floor before me, remove their gags then set up a row of chairs facing them. Adriana fetch me a box of Wolford 50s please”. Veronique went for Alan putting him in a hammerlock and choke hold from behind encouraging him along with kicks between the legs of such brutality that his whole body lurched onto his toes while he screamed into his nylon gag. Rose and Eleanor were equally ruthless after cutting down his boss, giggling excitedly as they forced him to bow in a joint headlock taking it in turns to slam back-kicks into his groin. The glasses-wearing Tara was no less gentle. Pulling my head back in a reverse choke-hold, she grabbed my balls with her other hand. Resistance was not an option as she led me across the room and forced me to my knees by the others.
“This man” Madame Michelle announced standing before The Moroccan as she removed her jacket. “Is a criminal overlord so rich that he influences Governments and the media to turn a blind eye”. Her hands undid the buttons of a white blouse before removing it to reveal a metallic silver Lycra top, low cut, sleeveless and clinging to the sensational contours of her upper body. Her slim arms were toned with visible biceps veins. Exuding great self-confidence she unzipped her skirt which fell around her feet leaving a skin-tight metallic thong leotard over her tan nylons. “Orrrrr!” the other men echo my sentiments at the sight of her small compact behind, surprisingly hot and tight for a woman her age. “Two of these men are his minions. A third escaped like a coward and will be dealt with in due course” She slowly turned around in front of us, taunting us with every sensual curve of her remarkable fit body. “The other is a private detective whose reluctant help has been most useful”
Adriana returned with a big box of pantyhose which she put down before joining Veronique. “Follow my lead as I show you how to make the weaker sex pay homage to your nylons” “First we make him expose his sexual organs. If he refuses a quick stomp in the nuts will do the job”. “Get it out now!” The stern-looking Oriental demanded in a tone that brooked no argument, her raised foot poised over Mac’s groin making it clear what refusal meant. Quaking in fear and red with shame he whipped it out before the sexy mature legs. The rest of us weren’t brave enough to refuse making the girls pout in disappointment.