A Mistresses' Vengeance
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
Fantasy Story: This is based on a true story of a British government minister who publicly left his pregnant mistress to save his political career. The TV news bulletins showed pictures of her in karate gear with a black belt. This is what should have happened :-) Investigating corruption at high levels, Jim visits a posh man to question when his former mistress, Sarah Dean, appears. Jim fails to stop her kicking the man all around the house with her Karate skills before using Jim to satisfy her sexual needs.
Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion FemaleDom Safe Sex .
This is based on a true story of a British government minister who publicly left his pregnant mistress to save his political career. The TV news bulletins showed pictures of her in karate gear with a black belt. This is what should have happened:-)
The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If you are offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on.
(c)JIM P 1995
Craziness - I’ve got to have craziness in my life or I’ll go mad.
“Reg, its Bert here. Bob and Jack are here in the nick” duty sergeant Bert Philips spoke into the telephone. “Yeah. Jenkins brought them in last night but hasn’t charged them yet. No, they’re in no condition to talk. Looks like Bob has been hit by a steamroller. OK I’ll see to it that they don’t say a word, bye”. Philips put down the phone and opens a drawer. He takes out an empty hypodermic and places it in his pocket. He then heads towards the cells. He stops at the cell with the name Bob Allingsworth outside, unlocks the door and enters. On the cell bed is a figure wrapped in a blanket facing the wall. He takes out the syringe and approaches. He reaches out to find an arm, the figure turns and grabs Bert’s hand. The face of detective Michael Jenkins looks up at him and smiles as he says “You’re in it real deep Philips”.
Councillor Reginald Cole thought hard for a moment and then hit the intercom to speak to the temporary secretary that had started that morning. “Yvonne, get me Sir Nigel Forbes-Willington, the junior minister for Law and Order”. “Yes sir” WPC Yvonne Wilkinson got the number and then called Detective Jenkins.
Corruption is like a weed, one must dig it out by the roots or it will grow again. I had hoped that the arrest of his stooges would panic Cole to go to his co-conspirators and I wasn’t disappointed.
I caught the train to London and made my way to Forbes-Willington’s luxury Mayfair home. It was an impressive white Georgian terraced house, 3 stories high. In front of me a tall sophisticated looking woman in her mid-forties started to walk up the steps to the front porch. I followed her, immediately noticing how her slender calves flexed and bulged with well toned muscle. I find muscular calves on a woman very sexy, and this was no exception. Their sexiness was enhanced by being sheathed in black nylons and emphasised by black high heels. As she reached the top of the steps she noticed me following and waited for me. She was about 5’10” with a slender build. Short light brown, slightly greying, hair was cut to expose a lot of her forehead. Her oval face had a look of a serious no-fun middle class professional career woman with thick eyebrows, penetrating brown eyes, a long slender nose and a wide mouth. She wore a severe executive business woman suit - white blouse, steel grey jacket and matching knee-length skirt (with a slit up the back). Over her shoulder she wore a small black leather handbag and in her hand she carried a neatly folded newspaper.
“May I help you?” she enquired in what I thought was a rather snotty attitude. “Not really, I’ve come to see Sir Nigel” I replied. “Well I am Sarah Dean, Sir Nigel’s personal aide and he doesn’t see members of the public without an appointment” she told me. I took out a business card from my top jacket pocket and handed it to her. “Jim Priest’s the name. I am a private detective and wish to speak to Sir Nigel concerning a councillor Reginald Cole and a Lady Helen Windthorpe” I said. She smiled and told me “Oh I’ll make sure he will answer your questions, Mr.Priest”. She opened her handbag and took out a key, unlocked the door, opened it and entered. I followed her into a long grandly furnished hall.
A man, probably Sir Nigel’s valet met us partway down the hall. “You have the rest of the day off, Hawkins. You may leave the house immediately” she instructed. “Yes ma’am” he replied and with a glance at me, headed towards the front door.
I followed the woman, still admiring her calves as they bunched and bulged as she walked, into an elaborately decorated reception room. Standing by the ornate fireplace stood Sir Nigel, a man full of confidence of the power and wealth he had over ordinary common people. “Sarah - and who is this?” he demanded. “This is Mr. Priest” she told him “he is a private detective and has some questions that you will answer”. I caught the steely tone of her voice that matched her phrasing. “I have nothing to say. Kindly leave or my valet will throw you out” he told me. “I’ve given Hawkins the rest of the day off. We are alone in the house and you will answer the questions” Sarah insisted.
She nodded to me and I took this as my cue “Why did you order the release of Lady Helen Windthorpe?”. His eyes went wide and he seemed to whiten “I - I - GET OUT!” he shouted.
“If you won’t explain that right now, perhaps you will explain this!” the woman said angrily and threw down the newspaper onto a coffee table in the middle of the room. I noticed the headline “Minister leaves pregnant mistress, returns to wife”.
Sir Nigel faced Sarah “I am a family man, I must put my family first”. “You didn’t think that until the Prime Minister decided on a family morals campaign!” Sarah retorted angrily. “I’m sorry Sarah, but it’s all over” he replied. “Oh yes, typical man, get his mistress pregnant and then when it comes to leaving his wife, he backs down. Well I’m not letting you get off the hook that easily” she shouts.
“You can have it terminated” “WHAT!” she cries. “You will be provided for of course. I do care” he replies. “If that’s the case why plaster the story all over the newspapers!. Those reporters are making my life hell!” she shouts. “I have nothing more to say. You can leave now” he retorts.
“Well I haven’t finished with you. You arrogant bastard!.” she screams. I watched in amazement as this sophisticated looking woman jumped and swung her right leg right up in a graceful high kick that brings her leg right up fully extended against her chest. Her skirt rides up high to expose long sexy thighs encased in sheer black stockings and suspenders. What a beautiful sight!. Unfortunately for him, Sir Nigel’s head was in the path of the kick and his head is snapped back savagely causing him to stagger backwards into an ornament cabinet, knocking it over and smashing its porcelain contents.
“No man ditches me and gets away with it” she yells “and no man publicly humiliates me without being severely punished”. “My antiques” Sir Nigel cries “You silly cow. Now I’ll have to teach you a lesson”.
He walks towards her with a determined look on his face and takes a swing at her. She ducks and he punches air. He sees her come up, pivot on her left foot, the movement of her skirt as she lifts her right leg to pile-drive her foot into his gut. Badly winded, he doubles up and staggers backwards under the force of the kick. “No, I’ll be the one teaching you a lesson” he hears her say. He looks up to see her leg rising, her skirt hitching up to reveal a glimpse of stocking top, before her foot slams into his face. With blood trickling from his mouth, he is sent stumbling back and trips over the coffee table.
“Didn’t I tell you that I used to be the women’s Karate champion at University?” she calmly informs him as she places her right leg on a chair to remove her shoe and then repeated the manoeuvre with her left leg. This showed off her legs - long, sexy, shapely and firm looking, made unbearable erotic by sheer black stockings and suspenders.
Her ex-lover slowly gets up from the smashed wood. “How dare you hit me. You’re sacked” he tells her, but his voice sounds nervous. The elegant woman moved towards Sir Nigel, spun completely around on her right foot, anticlockwise. Her left leg swings up high in a backward arc, her skirt flying high, to land the sole of her foot against the side of his neck. He cries out in pain, but before he can raise his hands, she completes her revolution by changing the pivoting foot and swinging her right leg around to slap the top of her foot against the side of his head. His head jerks hard to one side showing the power of the kick and he staggers to his right. She brings her right leg back bent at the knee with her body leaning away from him. Her skirt is pulled high exposing the full length of her long shapely stocking-clad legs and suspenders, right up to her crotch and a skimpy pair of black panties. Without lowering her leg she snaps out a swift a kick to his stomach. The air explodes out of his mouth and he starts to lean forward. She brings her foot back once more and snaps it forward into his face, dropping him to the floor, blood flowing freely from his nose.
“My dose. it’s bleeding” he cries clutching his bloodied nose. “I maybe two months pregnant but that won’t stop me making mincemeat out of you” the smart looking woman says. Sir Nigel tried to get to his feet, but she moved closer, gave a little jump and smashed her foot again into his face. The kick was so fast that I hardly saw it. Blood flew everywhere and the rich arrogant man fell back hard onto the floor.
Sarah removed her jacket and hung it neatly off the back of a nearby chair. She then moved to stand in front of Sir Nigel and hitched up her skirt giving him full view of her sensational stocking clad legs and suspenders. Sir Nigel looks at the sexy legs that could always get him going and feels his manhood stiffen. Slowly he gets to his feet, using a nearby chair for support. The legs remind him of her fantastic fit and firm body that could make love all night long. “Oh Sarah” he says, his voice full of lust “we don’t have to stop seeing each other. We just make it look that way to the press and the P.M.”. However could he have thought of giving up that sexy body?. She stretches out her right leg in front of her and turns it from one side to the other. “Oh Sarah. I want you bad” he says, his cock aching for her. “You want my leg? well have it!” she says as her sexy right leg shoots upwards in a blur of motion to smash her foot once more into his face.
Sir Nigel’s head is in a daze, his vision blurs and for a moment he can’t work out why his face aches so much. Her right leg snaps out again with a lightning fast kick to his middle, burying her foot deep in his flabby stomach. He hasn’t got time to double in pain as her right leg again stretches out to smash into his face. He is rocked by the power of the kick and stumbles backwards into the hall, his battered and bloodied face aching severely.
She follows him and he raises his hands to protect his face. “I’m going to pound your stomach into jelly” she says, her fists explode into action hammering into his gut. A whoosh of air and bends forward in response to the agony bursting in his middle. “Taste nylon, pig” she says as she pivots on her left foot and kicks her right forward towards his face. Dispite the pain surging in his stomach, he tries to block the kick, but her foot drives through his arms and lands hard in his face. Sir Nigel staggers back under the blow clutching his face feeling the torrent of warm blood flow under his hands. His daze hasn’t cleared when she spins around and slams the sole of her foot on the side of his head. His head is snapped to the side so viciously that he sees stars and his brain is addled. He raises his arms to protect his heads from any more blows, but she steps forwards and hammers a solid kick his already battered gut. There is another explosion of air and he doubles over sinking to his knees, a bloody beaten mess.
“Come on, I think he’s had enough” I tell the woman as she stands over Sir Nigel. She turns and walks towards me. She pushes me against a wall then lifts her leg high and rests her calve on my shoulder. She presses her body against mine, her leg sandwiched between us like a flagpole. The feel of her crotch close to mine and her raised stocking-clad leg brings a familiar response to my loins. She smiles as says softly “It really gets me excited to turn a man on with my legs and then use them to smash him to pulp”. I gulped, my erection growing even stiffer at the intoxicating effect of her body so close and her leg in such a provocative position. “Don’t interfere and you won’t get hurt” she tells me. She then leans hard against to bring her face close to mine and whispers “I’ll get you the information you want and then you will give me what I want”. Her tongue reaches out and licks my ear. I nearly cream myself!.
She lowers her leg and turns to move away. Suddenly Sir Nigel is behind and places his hands around her throat and starts to choke her. “I’ll kill you, you bitch” he yells in a demented voice. Sarah raises her right hand above her head and turns. As she comes around she brings her arm down and traps his wrists between her elbow and body. With his forearms trapped beneath her elbow, she plunges her fist deep into his stomach. A surge of pain erupts in Sir Nigel’s abdomen. He wonders who is screaming and wished they shut up. Then he realises that it is him.
He sees the face of his former mistress in front of him. He flinches at the bloodlust in her eyes. “I’m going to kick your face right to the back of your head” she says. Stepping forward, she spins, her long right leg cutting through the air to bring the sole of her foot crushing into his throat. He clutches his throat, coughing and spluttering.
“I used to knock my male opponents out with a single kick, but then I found it was more fun to play with them, torture them. I loved the look on their faces when they realised that they were outclassed but I wouldn’t end their humiliation until they were thoroughly beaten” she tells him as his coughing fit clears. Showing no mercy, her left leg kicks high and fast like an express train to his head. He saw a blur of motion and then his head felt like it had been hit by a cricket bat. He staggers blindly into the next room, his vision blurred and filled with exploding stars.
He hears her voice over his thumping headache “I used to love hammering the men in the dojo. They never expect a woman to hit hard. They never had a chance against me and they were black belts. What chance do you think you have?”. Nigel can hardly believe it, he knew his mistress, ex-mistress, as a elegant woman with a great body and long sexy legs who is great in bed. He never imagined her to be a ruthless fighting machine. How can legs as sexy as that be so lethal?.
“I could kick you so hard that my foot smashes through your body and out the other side” she states. Pivoting on one foot she drove her foot into his middle with such power that she lifted him off his feet, sending flying several feet across the room crashing into and knocking over an armchair.
“I’ll sue you for this Sarah” he says, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Yes I can see the headlines now. Cry-baby minister beaten up mistress. Don’t make me laugh” she sneers. With his back to the wall he slowly rises to his feet warily watching her. “Please Sarah no more” he begs. WHAM. He is silenced by a beautifully executed high-kick to the face, her long leg lifting elegantly like a ballet dancer, pulling her skirt up to display the sexy sheen of her stockings and the matt of her stocking tops. His head snaps back hitting the wall behind. Before he has time to recover, she turns her back to him and drives her elbow into his middle like a piston. “orrppphh” the sound of air explodes from him as he bends forward, his insides burning in agony. A hard chop swings down on the back of his head and he screams out in pain.
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