Chapter 6: Enter The Dragon

Joseph Kowalowski cowered behind his desk where he had watched in horror as the scary looking woman totally annihilated his best officer. She turned and fixed him with a cold penetrating stare that sent shivers down his spine. “Hello Kowalowski. It’s time we had a little chat” she said.

Scared stiff, he watched as the elegantly dressed grey haired woman stood before his desk and lifted a leg high up into the air, her skirt falling back as she held a perfect standing front splits. Joseph’s eyes automatically run along one leg past the blue nylon stockings clinging tightly to well-defined quadriceps and past the dark blue band of stocking top. Continuing along a dark blue suspender belt lying on a patch of firm tan skin and the irresistible lure of her exposed crotch covered by clinging white knickers. Moving on up the back of the raised leg, past large shapely hamstrings to the thick solid slabs of calve muscle to her thick ankles and stiletto-heeled shoe. He took in the amazing sight within a fraction of a second; the incongruity of that raw muscular power with sexy lingerie was strangely erotic.

Suddenly her leg descends like an axe and his colonial desk explodes into expensive matchwood. That triggers his flight response but the woman is too close. BORPH! Her foot powers it deep into his gut, lifting his feet from the floor. BAM! Her knee shoots up high straight into his jaw like a hammer. In total helplessness he sees her leg kick out bent at the knee sideways on to him then swing around straightening until it blasts his face BAM! He gets a bird’s eye view up her skirt as she turns and drives the other foot into his face BAM!. Dazed he feels her arm swing out around the top of his chest and then her body against his side, her hip brushing his. A foot swept away his legs then there is a moment of weightlessness as he rides over her hip and hits the floor.

No sooner had he landed, than the ghastly woman grabbed him and pulled him into her waiting legs. On his knees and forced to lean back at an angle, Joseph finds his arms and chest clamped exceedingly tight in a standing scissor hold. “That’s where I like to have the lower classes; on their knees between my legs” the woman tells him as he looks up into his captor’s face. “I could bust your arms with just a squeeze of my thighs. But you’re not going to be that lucky”.

Her hands reach down to rest upon the join of his shoulders on either side of his neck. “Why did you level an auction house in London?” she asks. “Arghh!” Kowalowski howled in agony as the woman’s fingers dug deep and grabbed a bundle of nerves. “Lucky your office is soundproofed. How considerate” she said. “Now answer me” her voice turned hard. He screams as it feels like she is ripping the nerves out of his body. “Ancient cryptographic device. Key to Bristlingdown diaries” he cries.

Clarissa stopped sliding up and down my erection then fixed me with a stare. I felt her vagina muscles grip me tight. Wow that felt good, I love women with powerful love muscles but I wanted to buck my hips to resume our lovemaking. “I know you’ve been working for Sir Humphrey Smthye-Jones of Bristlingdown Manor and that you found those diaries” she told me. “But did you know it is rumoured that they hold dark secrets of great antiquity. The Illumanti believe it leads to a source of unlimited power and wealth. The war pigs think it unlocks a weapon of mass destruction. Neither must ever get their hands on it”. Slowly twitching the hot channel surrounding my member to maintain my arousal she continued with her tale.