The Militant Wing of the Salvation Army
by Jim Priest
Copyright© JIM P 2010
I opened the door to greet two women in Salvation Army uniforms. One was an attractive slim woman, in her early thirties, standing around 5’9”. She wore a smart black jacket bearing a silver S high on each lapel, buttoned up over a crisp white blouse buttoned to the neck with a metal brooch depicting a wreath surrounding a shield with the Army’s name on top of a vertical sword. A black skirt fell to above the knees revealing long shins clad in black nylon with heeled black shoes. “I’m Captain Alice, it’s a pleasure to meet you” she spoke with a sophisticated warm voice as she extended her hand in greeting. Her clear grey eyes were lined with black mascara; her nose wide and long, an engaging smile on a thin-lipped mouth subtly glossed with lipstick. High cheekbones and a small firm chin added to a compact almost impish appearance. Short shoulder length golden hair fell from a soft black hat, emblazoned with the army’s red shield, swept high off her forehead and stylishly sweeping over her ears.
“Major Anne. You were highly recommended by your mother in-law. She’s a captain, you no doubt know” Her companion gripped my hand firmly. “Yes, I recall her mentioning that” I replied. Similarly dressed, her voice was strong and firm. Barely over 5’, Anne was in her 60’s, slender with red hair cut so severely that it was almost masculine. “Your sister in-law is also a cadet” she informed me. “I wasn’t aware of that” I admitted. Her face was small almost elfin with mischievous blue-green eyes, slim eyebrows, a small slender nose, long ears and a small mouth with a touch of lipstick. As she smiled she looked cheeky and pretty, but then her mouth became tight lipped that made her severe. Small metal-framed oval glasses enhanced the impression of a strict but slightly sexy Victorian schoolmistress.
Directing the women to my office on the first floor above The Golden Lotus, I gave in to my base instincts to watch two women in uniform climbed the stairs in front of me. A woman in a smart paramilitary uniform is exciting; a sense of commanding strength yet feminine in the way that her jacket hugs the curvy contours of her body and a skirt that shows off her shins and calves, especially in sheer black nylons. Although Anne’s short shins seemed shapeless from the front, I was pleasantly surprised with the view of well shaped calves with a nice swelling of firm muscle as she climbed. But it was Alice who I couldn’t stop gawping at, her slim ankles tapered to a shapely swell of solid calve muscle flexing as she climbed. My paranoia was shouting posh woman + strong legs = pain for Jim.
Reaching my office, Anne commented with a wink and knowing grin, “You have a lovely view don’t you Mister Priest?”. “Please call me Jim”. I went over to the drink making area - okay it’s a kettle! “Why don’t you ladies make yourselves comfortable while I make us a drink” I asked. Taking their orders, I watched as both women unbuttoned their jackets and sat by my desk. Alice’s skirt rose high upon her thighs as she brought one leg upon the other and wrapped it around in that strange but alluring manner of long legged women. By contrast Anne sat demurely with both feet on the ground, knees together. Returning with the drinks, I sat opposite trying my best to ignore the vast amount of leg on show.
“So how I can help The Salvation Army?” I asked. “The Militant Wing” Alice corrected indicating the sword on her broach. “I’m sorry I’ve never of that” I replied. Alice continued “When The Salvation Army was established in the 19th Century, it was not uncommon for physical attacks on our halls and members by certain sections of the community, pub landlords, pimps, rival Christian groups and so on. The Militant Wing was set up by suffragettes to provide a more physical approach in our fight in the name of The Lord”.
“The Army is committed to fighting human trafficking. Slavery is very active in the UK. It indulges some people’s sexual fantasies and inflates the egos of others” Alice told me “Did you know women can be sold for anywhere between 500 to 8000? It’s big business, Jim, worth at least 64 billion worldwide”. Anne spoke up “In all of the fuss over John Davidson [JIMP#11] the media lost sight of the fact that he was importing slaves as well as drugs”. “You were at Davidson’s airfield. You mean to tell me that you didn’t snoop around his office?” Anne’s tone of voice implied criticism. “I was busy trying to stop people shooting the Police” I replied. “You’re not a very good private eye are you?” Anne bit back scathingly. Ignoring her colleagues’ outburst, Alice continued, “We want you to help us track down the distributors and from them their other suppliers. Then we can shut down this inhuman trade”.
“The last time one of your lot asked for me help she ended up getting assassinated and I got beat up” I snapped. Picking a menu off my desk, Anne asked, “Alice dear would you mind awfully getting us some nice Chinese food to eat from downstairs? I’m sure Jim won’t mind” she winked at me. Making our selections, I stood up to watch Alice make her way below.
“She really doesn’t know what you’re talking about” I turned around and was shocked to see Anne with her blouse unbuttoned revealing a thin black lace bra. “I wanted to show you something Jim” she said cheekily. Although the petite woman had a slender body, her breasts were relatively large and were pushed into two hemispherical mounds and an inviting cleavage. “They’re um magnificent” I fumbled for the right words. “They should be. They cost my late husband enough money. Not bad for a 68 year old eh?” Anne responded, “Do I scare you Jim?” “Well you’re sort of terrifying, but in a sexy way,” I admitted. Anne grabbed my hands and used them to kneed her chest which moved in exciting ways under my fingers. “Don’t be scared. Tell me if they feel like the real thing?” “They do, they feel great” I admitted. Still guiding my hands she rubbed her nipples, which quickly hardened and jutted out from the thin fabric. “Come on Jim. Make an old woman very happy. I can satisfy you in bed better than any 18 year old” she stated as a matter of fact. “Please, Alice will be back any minute” I pleaded. Removing one hand, she firmly brushed the front of my trousers up and down several times. “Maybe she’d make a threesome” she teased “You’re enjoying this I can tell or are you frightened that I’m more than you can possibly handle in the bedroom?” she taunted. “Maybe later then” she said with a wink. “Anyway this is what I actually wanted to show you”. Releasing my other hand the lusty woman withdrew a necklace from her cleavage.
A silver buxom multi-limbed Goddess surrounded by a circle of flames dangled from Anne’s hands. I realised my mistake, Anne was the danger not Alice. “Don’t you want a closer look?” Anne asked. “No thank you, Sir Humphrey has one about so big” I held my palms apart by about 2 foot “he says it’s an early variant of the Hindu goddess Durga”. “Anahita” Anne replied then stopped looking like she had just said something she shouldn’t have. “Does Alice have one too?” I asked. “No. The Sisterhood uses a light touch to direct organisations such as The Militant Wing. They don’t always need to know” Anne admitted. “So why should I help them?” I asked.
Just then I heard the front door open and footsteps upon the stairs. Quickly buttoning her blouse, Anne spoke quietly pleading, “Jim please believe me that I am asking for your help as a Salvationist nothing more. The Sisterhood is in turmoil after Paris. We don’t all agree with what was done there”. “The elite death squad killed her” I said. “Who pulls the strings, Jim? Who pulls the strings?” Annie whispered. I looked into her eyes for a long moment for any hint of deception but detected none.
As Anne helped Alice arrange the food on my table, I made up my mind. Searching through my filing cabinet, I withdrew a document wallet. “I believe I can help you. At the airfield two able young women helped me. One of them was a security guard”. I paused to looked at my notes “She mentioned visits by a white van signing in as Crook of Ugley”. “Very funny Jim” Anne said. “No, I’m serious. The van always turned up when flights were due and the loaders never went near it. It’s a lead worth following”.
------Guy Crook’s Story------------
I smirked as I drove my top of the range black Mercedes S-Class at 60 mph down Bury Hill ignoring the 30 signs. Speed limits are for losers not for executives like me. Pulling into the opposite side of the road to pass parked cars with my headlights on full beam, the loser in the oncoming red Escort had to brake hard to let me pass. I smirked again, I’m executive, he’s not. The sooner I got to the nearest big town, the sooner I can get a BJ or more. Town girls would do anything for a good-looking exec like me and the car was a babe magnet.
As I slowed to take the T-junction, I noticed a young blonde in a smart Salvation Army uniform in my headlights, long black nylons reflecting the beam. She seemed good looking, in her early 20s about 5’10” with a slim body and long long legs. The uniform looked sexy with a short skirt, nylons and high heels. Of course she noticed me, everyone notices me I smirked. She smiled, her head titled coyly. I smiled back and she smiled wider parting her red lips and running her tongue around the inside. She was desperate for it!. Pulling out quickly in front of some loser, I turned right, ignoring the squeal of brakes as I drove quickly to the small market square just around the corner and parked.
Smirking at the local morons admiring my expensive designer clothes, I walked back to the junction where she was still waiting dimly lit by the streetlights. Pulling my stomach in, I pulled myself to my full 6’5” to impress her. “You’re the bloke from that flash car ain’tcha?”. It was a pleasant voice with a local accent and a hint of Mockney (faux Cockney) identifying her from the Council estates. “Yeah that’s my car. I’m Guy and I’m an executive” I smirked impressing the girl. “Why don’t we go for a spin in it?. It’s much warmer than out here”. “Sorry I don’t take rides with strangers. What sort of girl do you think I am?” she laughed softly. Still smiling she added seductively “There’s a den in the hall” nodding to a low long building hidden in the dark behind her “we’ll be much more comfortable in there”. Placing a small soft hand in my palm she guided me to the hall. “What business are you in?” she asked opening a door off from a small entranceway. “I supply workers for the construction industry and agriculture” I replied looking around a small but cosy room. It was warmly lit with an old sofa on one side, an old desk with a phone and a cheap music system opposite and an overflowing bookcase along the back. “You mean slaves?” Julie asked unbuttoning her jacket and removing her hat. “What?” I snapped. My anger drained as Julie flopped into the sofa, her skirt hitching up to expose legs all the way to her crotch and the small white panties beneath her tights. Smirking at the thought of getting my hands on those legs, I removed my coat and threw it on the desk then sat down next to her. In the subdued lighting, I got my first good look at Julie. Bleached blonde hair so pale that it was almost white tumbled in artificial waves to her shoulders, her dark roots and dark eyebrows telling the lie. Her face was quite attractive, long though a bit square with a slender nose and a dimpled chin. I didn’t like the chalky layer of foundation on top of which she wore thick blusher, eyeliner and lipstick. Twisting to face her, I leaned across and ran my hand up and down from her ankles to the top of her thighs enjoying the feel of the thin denier and her long shapely legs. “You are really very attractive” I told her “you could be a top model. I know a bloke who runs a top agency in London”. They all fell for that one. “I tried that once. It was a rip off” she replied. I noticed she had quite a crowded looking mouth with prominent incisors.
“Your legs are sensational” I said as I felt her long shapely calves. “You’d be a great leg model” rubbing her long thighs “I can make you rich”. “Really?” she smiled. Aching for her, I ran my hand to the top of her thigh and around to the gusset. “Oi! What’s your game? What sort of girl do you think I am?” she scolded knocking my hand away. “I know exactly the sort of girl you are” I moaned lustfully “you’re the lucky girl who’s going to get my big executive dick inside her”. I leaned forward to kiss her but was blocked by Julie’s arm across my throat. With her hand on my shoulder she levered my head back painfully. “Uggh you repulsive slimy fat toad” she exclaimed.
Brushing her hand from my shoulder, I slapped her hard across the face raising a small cloud of foundation and leaving a red handprint on her cheek. Grabbing her by the throat with my large hand I squeezed hard. “Grrrkkk” she croaked. I raised my large right fist in front of her face. “Try that again and this goes right in your face. Do you hear? right in your face” I growled. Her face was turning red, her eyes wide with fear. “Do you understand?” I asked. She tried to nod her head. I released her to unzip my trousers and fish out my hard executive manhood. “I bet you’d like to suck on this” Grabbing her by the hair, I yanked her head back forcing her to open her mouth, but a look at all those sharp teeth put me off. She might bite and give me rabies. “I’m executive, you’re not. You will do what I tell you. Get used to it” I backhanded her snapping her face from one side to the other causing a small trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. She looked dazed. Grabbing both of her hands I forced them against the back of the sofa as I straddled her and took her in a passionate kiss. She squirmed beneath me but I was too much for her to handle. I kissed her hard, my passion rising. Sitting back on her lap I tried to unbutton her blouse but the bitch’s hands got in the way. Julie managed to get hold of my little finger and bent it back hard forcing me away from her body. “Owww” I cried with the pain. Her other hand flashed out karate-style to chop the side of my neck “Hai!”. “Oww” that really hurt and for an instant I felt dizzy.
“Wham!” a palm exploded in my face smashing my nose in a spray of blood whipping my head back making me see stars. Her palm shot out again hard against my chest shoving me onto the floor. I sat there slowly shaking my dazed head trying to stop the nosebleed before I noticed the cow was rising from the sofa. “I’m going to mess your face up bad” I shouted. I reached out, grabbed her ankles and pulled. With her feet literally pulled out beneath her, Julie fell to her back on the seat of the sofa. Still holding her ankles I got to my feet and raised her legs in the air in a wide V. Looking down between her long flailing legs to her crotch and the thong she wore made me forget about punching her “You need to learn your position in life” I told her “and for a start that will be under me with my cock inside you”. “Get off you big brute” she shouted, cycling her legs trying to break my grip. It was like trying to hold on to a leggy whirlwind. She managed to free one leg and started kicking me, her long leg clubbing me on the top of my arm and chest. Wearing shoes, her kicks really stung. I tried to grab the flailing limb but she kept it out of my reach. I leant forward between her legs ignoring the kicks on my arm and swung a really forceful slap so hard that it stung my palm. “Oww” she cried pitifully cradling her glowing cheek. I saw anger flare in her steely eyes and a savage grin on her lips. She bent her leg in front of her body and I started to back away but I was too late. A heeled foot hammered my stomach. “Arrhhh” a burning pain exploded in my gut as I was kicked away, falling to my knees on the carpet badly winded.
“I’ll huhuh fix you huhuh for that” I panted looking down at the carpet trying to get air back in my lungs. I saw Julie stand up, looking down at me laughing at my predicament “Not such a tough guy now are you?. You with your smarmy fat face, squinty little eyes and small glasses and slicked back hair”. She put on a gruff deep voice “I’m gonna to smash my foot right in your face, do you hear?, right in your face”.
I looked up a towering nylon column to see a shoe raised menacingly over my face. Despite the pain and shortness of breath, I rolled out of the way just as a foot stomped the ground where my head had been. Scrabbling to my feet, trying not to bend with the ache in my gut, I panted “I’m bigger and huh stronger than you. I’m going to huh mash you then take you huh anyway I want”. Stepping quickly towards her, I grabbed an arm with each hand. Julie swiftly brought her left leg up between our bodies, bent with her thigh against her chest then stomped me again in the gut. “orrrphhh” I hadn’t fully recovered from the last blow but before I could bend in agony the same foot slammed into my face without being lowering. For agonizing seconds she stood with her leg raised between our bodies pushing her foot hard into my face while pulling my arms. She mashed my bust nose in agonising waves of pain, the taste of blood in my mouth. With a final shove against my face she pushed me away to fall to the floor on my back. I rolled around in agony unable to breathe, my gut burning and blood pouring down my face.
“Ummph” Julie landed on my chest with a thump, the sudden weight on my chest expelling precious breath. I could only look in winded helplessness at the shapely backside in front of my face and her legs either side of my head. She pulled her skirt onto her back giving me an unrestricted view of her backside as it slid towards me to press against my chin. If it weren’t for the nosebleed, the ache in my face and my aching gut, I would have enjoyed the view. “Owww” she yanked my head up by my hair and slid her legs around my neck. I felt her cross her ankles behind me locking my head at an uncomfortable angle then raise herself on her hands. “Arrhh” I was shocked at the tight grip this young woman had. It felt like she was trying to prise my head off. I’m a big man with a strong neck but I had to grit my teeth and close my eyes against the pressure being inflicted. Grabbing the legs at the side of my head I was surprised to find hard thighs and rock solid hamstrings. “I used to wrestle my older brother Kurt a lot when I was younger” I heard her say “I always made him cry like a baby begging for mercy between my legs”.
“Ahhh” twin columns of strong feminine flesh squeezed my neck relentlessly beyond comfort. It felt like I was trapped in a nylon covered vice. I tried to dig my fingers into her legs and slap them but although I managed to ladder the nylons her thighs remained firm. My face felt as if it were burning, my jaw was in agony, my ears were being compressed painfully against the side of my head. “owwww” My head began to swim as those hot sexy legs tortured my neck. I grabbed at her small clenched buttocks but instead of feeling soft feminine arse I was stunned to feel a hard rocky landscape beneath my hand. Her tensed glutes felt like a ridged outcrop. I felt her warm breath on my exposed dick. Was she going to give me a blowjob?, I went hard at the thought. Then I felt her teeth against the knob. “AAAAAH!” I screamed “No no please”. In desperation I smacked her backside as hard as I could. “Ow you sod!, you’ll pay for that”. I felt her bend her legs forcing a calve behind my head pushing my jaw deeper into the V of her legs and raising my head into a more painful angle then locking it behind her other calve which she then pulled with one hand. “Ahhh!” it was like a steel band had been wrapped around my lower head and was being tightened to break my jaw and cheekbones. My teeth throbbed as my jaw was brutally compressed. My neck was in severe agony, my ears burned and her body weight constricted my breathing. Thump Thump Thump she was lifting my trapped head in her leggy prison and slamming it back down in a rocking motion. Each jolt, as she banged her legs against the ground, sent waves of pain through my skull and black and red flashes across my vision “no no please”. I could hear her laughing.
With my eyes clenched shut against the pressure, I reached out blindly and felt the small of her back beneath my right hand. Balling up a fist I raised it and brought it down sharp. “Oww” I heard a muffled cry of pain and her trap broke. I rolled quickly to my left and threw Julie’s lighter body off. I landed on her legs and tried to pin them as I turned round but the fake blonde kicked her way loose in a flail of legs that battered me around the head. This young woman was all legs and she was clubbing me with them. I moved forward hoping I was too close for her to get a good kick. “I’m going to smash your face then take you” I growled reaching towards her neck but I kept getting entangled in her long legs. She was like some leggy octopus, long limbs everywhere stopping me from grabbing her.
Her lower body kept lifting up with legs snaking out from her crotch towards me like some sea monster trying to snare its prey. I batted them away but her legs kept snaking out to entrap me. Suddenly a nylon clad thigh pressed against my face torturing my bust nose. I felt a calve hook itself around the side of my head. I tried to push off her thigh but she slid it down my face until the side of my neck was in the crook of her leg. Her other leg hammered against the other side of my neck trapping my arm between her legs. I felt her cross her legs behind me then she caught my wrist with one hand and held my hand with the other and pulled my trapped arm straight while stretching out her legs. “Aggg” it was like being on a rack. I no choice but to lean forward to relieve the pressure. This forced Julie to lower her backside to the floor. As she did she pulled me forward by my arm. I felt my upper arm against her crotch but I was in no position to enjoy it. My neck had a strong thigh across it and a calve hooked around the back. With my arm held straight across her body she kept me prisoner in a tight figure 4. She laughed at me “Oooh you’re face is turning ever so red”. My already abused neck was in agony and I was feeling like passing out as her legs strangled me. My left hand explored the long unyielding thigh my throat and the hard buttock below. In desperation I slapped her buttock hard again and again “ow ow stop it”.
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