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The Wretched Woman

by Jim Priest

Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest

Fantasy Sex Story: Two young travellers are stalked by a dangerous skinny old Indian woman

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   FemaleDom   Indian Female   .

By Jimp from an idea by SK

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“James, look at this!” Nigel exclaimed shining his torch upon the walls of the cave.

We had come to India on a backpacking adventure during the summer recess at Uni. Avoiding the noisy over-congested cities, we made our way into the north-eastern state of Meghalaya. In largely unexplored territory far from the tourist trail we found a caver’s paradise. Many of the caves here were unexplored and I’m sure some we came across were previously undiscovered. That’s where we made an amazing discovery.

Inside what we thought was just another large cave system, it suddenly opened up into a vast and echoey cavern. It was so tall that we could not even make out the ceiling despite several large holes that let in natural light that did little to improve the poor light levels. As we swung our torches around we realised in astonishment that an ancient temple had been built inside. It was so inaccessible and well-hidden, we were probably the first people to see it for millennia!

“That woman is sitting on a guy’s face!” Nigel’s exclamation echoed around the chamber.

I swung my torch beam to join with his to see a sculpture carved into the walls above of an extremely buxom woman who was virtually naked with an unfeasibly tiny waist and big hips depicted sitting on the face of a man whose large member was sticking up.

“Well he’s enjoying it.”

“So’s she by the look on her face!”

There was another sculpture close by of another unlikely proportioned woman lying on top of another guy facing his feet.

“Lucky sod’s getting a blow job!” Nigel remarked.

“Look at the size of her thighs!” I exclaim.

The man’s face was right up her big backside with huge legs stretched out on either side of his neck with ankles locked together.

“By the blissful expression on her face I say she’s forcing him to lick her custard pie to avoid getting his skull crushed between those big thighs.”

It was just an ancient carving but it was so well done that I was embarrassed to feel my manhood stiffening.

“They didn’t do that in those days, did they? Are you sure these are ancient?”

“Positive. No-one’s been down here for years, centuries probably.”

“So why are these sculpture’s so clean? Where’s all the cobwebs and stuff?” he asked. “It’s like someone comes down here cleaning.”

“Don’t be silly,” I replied, but he had a point.

Panning our torches around we saw that there were loads of such sculptures set in elaborately decorated alcoves high upon the walls. And yes, they seemed remarkably clean and free from dust.

“They must have a pretty fit cleaning lady to get right up there,” Nigel said as we moved to the next one.

“What the actual Eff!” He exclaimed. “Is that in the Karma Sutra?”

“I don’t know.”

It was another of those phenomenally figured women standing with a look of orgasmic pleasure on her face. On his knees before her is another phallically-endowed guy facing her with his head trapped between her huge thighs with his face buried in her crotch.

“Standing face-scissors,” I remark. “I never expected to see that in an ancient piece of art.”

“Is he?”

“Licking her pussy. Yes.”

Shining our torches across the walls, we stared in amazement for they were covered with beautifully sculpted depictions of exceptionally dimensioned women in poses of physical domination over aroused men who performed acts of sexual devotion to their female conquerors.

“I don’t know for sure but I don’t think the Karma Sutra contains much female dominance. This is something else,” I tell Nigel as we explore, enthralled by the carvings which were becoming more erotic with every alcove.

“Like something out of a Jim Priest story,”

“The more historically based ones, yes.”

“Jeez! What’s that!” Nigel exclaimed suddenly flashing his torch around at ground level. “Something moved over there. I swear.”

“Stop trying to scare me,” I told him.

I swung my torch to join his and made out a pile of old rags that had been thrown into the corner. We both screamed like little girls as the rags moved followed by a kind of throaty husky laugh at our reaction.

“Wh ... who’s there?” I asked nervously panning my torch towards the sound.

To our astonishment we saw that the heap of cloth was in fact an ancient wrinkly-faced woman squatting in the gloom eating a bowl of lentils with her hands. By her side is a container containing cleaning materials.

“Well there’s the cleaner,” Nigel said as we lowered our torches to stop dazzling her. “So much us being the first people here in centuries.”

“Maybe she comes here to look after the place,” I said. “Look how old she is. She couldn’t climb up there to clean.”

For she was a grey-haired wretch with deep wrinkles on a face that looked like tanned leather. Wearing a shabby choli so dirty and washed out that it was almost grey, she was so skinny she looked anorexic or more likely severely malnourished.

“Don’t keep staring,” I told him. “She’s just some poor old woman eating her food. Let her be.”

“She’s pointing at something.”

We aim our torches to where she indicates and see more sculptures except this time much more explicit showing a range of sexual positions with outlandishly figured woman demonstrating extraordinary flexibility as they ride the men.

“Some of those don’t seem humanly possible,” Nigel gasped.

“The women are clearly in charge dominating the men physically and sexually.”

The old crone made that throaty chuckling sound again.

“She’s giving us a funny smile.”

“Don’t look at her then, ignore her.”

A thought hit me.

“You know, this place and the old crone remind me of a the old Indian woman the Victorian explorers encountered in a Jim Priest story [JIMP#044],” I told him. “You know the cleaning woman everyone ignores until she suddenly attacks and takes out a whole load of soldiers.”

“You do know those crappy stories aren’t real?” he asked. “Does she have to sit like that?”

We’d seen this a lot. Women would squat down to clean or do other menial tasks in a manner that to our eyes was quite degrading and shameful. Now that he’d mentioned it, my eyes were drawn to the wrinkly old hag who squatted to eat her meal with her filthy dress tucked between her painfully thin legs like a pair of bloomers.

Now it was me who couldn’t stop staring. Slightly hunched, with a deeply wrinkled face and unkempt grey hair indicating a great age. She must be well into her 80’s at least! Her choli was so soiled, shabby, threadbare and thin, she might as well not wear anything! I couldn’t help noticing that her breasts were visible through the worn material and although small, they were beautifully rounded and firm. I quickly averted my gaze but not before she gave another throaty chuckle as if amused by us.

The skinny old woman hadn’t taken her eyes off us and now began to slowly rise from her squatting position. She was barely 5 foot tall whereas we were around 5’8. Still staring, she raised her right hand to her mouth then slowly began sucking the fingers she’d used to eat dinner clean one by one. Loud wet slurps echoed around the cavern and were actually quite provocative even if performed by a scrawny old hag!

“I bet she gives a great blow job,” Nigel joked.

“Sssh! she might understand you,” I urged.

With her eyes never leaving us, and no indication that she knew what we were saying, she continued to slowly suck each finger clean in a way that would be quite erotic if she were younger and better looking.

Standing up in an area of better light I was stunned by how wiry her painfully thin arms and legs were.

“Christ, she’s ripped!” Nigel exclaims.

Indeed at first glance she looks all skin and bone but that was deceiving. Her scrawny body was covered with dense taut toned sinew that resembled a human anatomy chart! Her ankles are super skinny and lead up to small hard slabs of solid jutting calve muscles with sharp crisp lower edges like spades and vertically running tendons along the outside joining it to the ankles. There were even clearly defined vertical grooves between her shins and calves. My eyes follow the lines of her lithe legs upwards to be stunned by the level of tone and definition. Although exceptionally skinny, her thighs are long, lean and shredded. I never expected to see such outstanding definition of quads on such thin legs. Likewise her arms were very taut, corded and veiny as hell. You could see every cut and there were also very prominent biceps veins running down her upper arms. As she continued cleaning her fingers, every movement of her arm caused small hard rippling muscles to pop out in constant motion including quite jaw-dropping small hard biceps and very vascular formidable looking forearms.

“She’s skinny, probably malnourished with zero body-fat,” I told Nigel.

I had to admit the sight was mesmerizing for a female-muscle fan like me, even though the old hag’s face was quite repulsive. I’m not overly keen on such extreme levels of vascularity but with her natural skin tan it highlighted her muscularity and looked quite intimidating.

“She’s probably spent her whole live scrubbing floors on her knees and other bits of back-breaking manual labour just to survive.”

“Jeez! She’s got an effing six pack!” Nigel exclaimed.

The old wretch’s ribs show through the worn short-sleeved blouse with a bare mid-riff. I’m staggered by the sight of a taut shredded belly that looks like brickwork carved with every cut showing in shiny toned brown stone! In mesmerised awe I watched those abs become less raised, but still highly visible, as she inhaled then rise gently as she exhaled becoming amazingly deep-cut again.

The wizened old crone gave another throaty chuckle looking right at me with a wide gappy smile. I was praying that she hadn’t spotted the stiffness forming at the front of my trousers in response to her remarkable body in this gloom. Well it wouldn’t have been for her face! Extending a long slender bony finger towards me the hag pointed up at the erotic sculptures. Not breaking eye-contact, she closed the fingers of her right hand into a tunnel then began vigorously thrusting the index finger of her other hand in and out in a very suggestive action.

“I think she likes you,” Nigel sniggers.

She stopped the pumping action and then pointed along the rows of sculptures.

“Jeez! she wants to do all those positions to you. You lucky sod, she’s probably hasn’t had any for decades,” he sniggered. “Be careful you don’t kill the frail old dear.”

“You can see how ripped she is. She’s more likely to kill me sexually!”

As if I hadn’t got the message, she lifted up her shabby choli with her other hand to expose a hairy pussy and her vagina. The finger that was pointing at the sculptures now pointed at me and then to her old twat.

“Christ! What a sight!” Nigel groaned in disgust.

It wasn’t pleasant but I can’t help staring, as she’s holding up her skirt, at her lean skinny legs. Amazingly ripped and vascular they have extremely slender but perfect muscle definition.

“The old bag wants to have dominant sex with you, mate,” he sniggers.

To be honest, the sight of her taut ropey sinewy toned well-defined muscle was actually very arousing. However, I have morals and self-control and do not go around porking every ugly old wrinkled crone that shows me her twat, not that they ever do.

Her smile becomes wider and I notice with repugnance, missing teeth and badly stained yellowing ones.

“Let’s move elsewhere” I whisper to Nigel.

“Can your girlfriend come with us?” he joked.

Maybe she understood a bit of English, or maybe it was his tone and attitude, but her expression made it clear that she was annoyed by Nigel. A skinny taut toned arm rippled with an eye-catching movement of moving muscle to point at him with disdain then slashed across her throat. The signal was very clear.

“I don’t think she likes you. I think you’ve upset her,” I said.

“Ur, maybe we should move on, like you said.”

With her taut rugged belly rising and falling slowly she gave him a glowering look.

Before we could turn to go, the spindly old woman took off like an Olympic sprinter. With her skinny shredded arms and legs pumping up and down, she was closing the gap between us at an incredible rate with a look of malice on her wizened face. We stood there frozen to the spot by the sight of an incredibly skinny old woman rapidly covering the rocky cavern floor in bare feet and a scary amount of wiry veiny muscles. We decide to run, but it’s too late.

Effortlessly leaping onto a large carved rock that may have been some kind of alter set in the temple floor, there was a hard flex in her skinny defined thighs then to our surprise the old crone leapt high into the air with shocking agility that belied her advanced age. In an instant her scrawny legs spread wide, extending one leg and folding the other beneath her. It was a terrifying surprise to see the lean taut bodied old bag hurtling towards us through the air like a kung-fu master. I caught a glimpse of a brazenly exposed hairy crotch and long bulges of stringy hamstrings at the back of her slim well-defined thighs.

“HUR!” her crackly aged voice let out this unsettling almost orgasmic shout with a terrifying ferocious look upon her dried-prune like face.

It seemed surreal until the sole of her leading foot pounded against Nigel’s chest with a dreadfully loud sound which reverberated around the cavern. Shockingly for such skinny legs her foot struck with such force I heard several of his ribs crack. His cry of pain is chilling as the power of the unexpected kick sends him flying backwards across the temple before crashing onto his back upon the floor.

Landing on her feet, the old hag she walks over to poor Nigel and stands over him sneering down at him. Suddenly her thin legs spread in opposite directions as she dropped into a perfectly-executed side-splits landing with her bare pussy right onto his face! She gave a throaty chuckle that was almost a purr of delight at Nigel’s muffled shocked cry of protest against her pussy. However, even he felt the eroticism of the situation of finding his face buried in a woman’s bare snatch whilst she did the splits and a stiff tent began to grow at the front of his trousers.

“Get off him please,” I begged.

I don’t know whether she understood but she slid her crotch back until she was doing the splits across the top of his chest. He looked up in terror at the crazy old woman pinning his shoulders with her wide-spread legs while she looked down at him with gap-toothed smugness.

Now that she was closer, the level of rocky lean definition and writhing vascularity on her scrawny body was shocking. Every square inch seemed to be covered with highly-defined muscle. Even the top of her chest was ripped with cuts and striated pecs! Fixing Nigel with a firm-lipped smugness, she raised her right arm out to the side, level with her striated shoulders. With a forearm writhing with vine-like creepers of veins, she clenched her fist causing thick cords of stringy muscle to swell in the middle of her upper arm crossed with more thick veins. Even though self-consciously I knew what she was going to do, my brain struggled to accept it, although the prominent biceps vein running vertically over a rugged swell on her left upper arm indicated otherwise. The rugged right forearm slowly bent her in towards her head and we both gasped as the thick cord of muscle along the top of her upper arm expanded growing thicker and harder with another very prominent biceps vein running along the top. Small hard biceps kept growing from the top of her upper arm swelling into a very definite hard mound until they reached a size that probably exceeded my own! I was astonished by how deep her biceps in were proportion with the rest of her lithe toned arms. In particular there was clear and defined separation between the muscle heads. The old wretch had split-biceps that body-builders would die for! I feel my dick stiffening in excitement as I realise her whole scrawny body looks as hard as steel. There was no body fat, it was all muscle and bone!

The old hag gave a throaty chuckle at our reaction, for Nigel looked just as stunned as I was.

“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of that,” he begged, looking up with an expression of awe and a noticeable boner at the small hard biceps of the old woman sitting high upon his chest doing the splits with her bare pussy inches from his face.

She chuckled again then purposely glanced at her flexed biceps then back at his face and then let rip.

“HUR!” with a loud sharp orgasmic cry, her small bony fist was a blur as it streaked down to smash against his jaw.

The loud reverberations of the impact bounced back and forth while Nigel’s face slumped to one side with his eyes closed. One punch from the scrawny old hag and he’s knocked out! I’m stunned, a little aroused and a little afraid.

The aged woman lets out another throaty chuckle that sounded amused yet aroused. I was alarmed as she drew back her fist with meaningful intent.

“HUR!” an even more passionate shout.

Even though Nigel’s clearly out, her lean ripped right arm ripples with muscle as her fist flashes down to punch his face again.

“No! Stop!” I cry in alarm rushing towards the crazed old woman before she batters him to death with her very capable sounding fists.

Closing her eyes as she made a more blissful throaty chuckle. They opened again with a look of yearning on her face as she drew back her fist for another punch at poor unconscious Nigel. With no time to think I grab her from behind, wrapping my arms around her middle and bodily lifting her off him. I’m surprised by how little she weighs. As I lift the struggling wretch to haul her up, I get a close-up view of her back which is narrow but covered top to bottom with toned rippling sheets of muscle. Resembling a tanned contour map even her bony shoulder blades are layered in cords of muscle and I clearly make out pincer-shaped triceps beneath her brawny slender shoulder caps at the back of upper arms.

No sooner had I got her to her feet when she grabbed my right arm and a small tight backside thrust back into my groin while she bent sharply forward. A surge of stiffness went through my dick as my groin rode her tiny bubble-butt then I felt alarm as I flew right over her slim shoulders. Flipping through the air while she kept a tight grip on my wrist, I felt fear and helplessness then cried out as my back slammed into the rocky temple floor. It was one of those moments when I realised that this had been a bad idea.

The tooth-gapped crone knelt over me, looking down with a smug look as if to tell me ‘what were you thinking?’. I cried out as she knelt on the side of my neck with one leg then pulled back my right arm, trying to press it the wrong way over the top of her thigh. It felt like as if my arm was going to break at my elbow and squealing in pain, I slapped the floor frantically with my free arm, while she just made that throaty chuckle like she enjoyed it. I was shocked to be totally controlled by a scrawny old cleaning woman old enough to be my great grandma. Yet my sheer helplessness in the face of her dominance had my dick absolutely rigid despite the pain. She pulled back hard on my arm while pressing her bony knee into the side of my neck. Jeez it was painful and then I began to feel woozy. I realised in alarm that the old hag was trying to knock me out and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her! My eyelids became so heavy I couldn’t keep them open.

I became aware of a weight rubbing violently upon my face. Something meaty, damp and smelly is moving back and forth over my nose and mouth vigorously. It’s hard to grab snatches of breath in between. There is a loud noise of a woman climaxing, a crackly voice suggesting great age. The old Indian hag! She is riding my face and there is nothing I can do to stop her. Bearing down hard, my nose and mouth are deep within her slot rubbing against her clit furiously while the old woman moans orgasmically, sliming me with her juices as she cums all over my face. Orgasm complete she just sits there on my face resting while smothering me beneath her pussy.

I hear stones skittering close by.

“Get off him!” I heard Nigel shout.

With a low chuckle the old crone leapt off my face and disappears into the darkness.

“James, are you alright?” Nigel appears at my side, clutching his chest.

“Fine,” I gasp. “She must have knocked me out then,” I felt embarrassed and muttered. “Used me. What about you?”.

“Bust a rib or two.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Skittered up the walls like a spider, I swear.”

We look around nervously but the wretch is nowhere in sight. Yet we know she’s out there somewhere in the temple because we can hear her scurrying around the walls like a monkey, sure-footed in her bare feet and hands on what looked to us to be precarious near-vertical walls. However it is so dark we can’t see far.

We found our ruck-sacks where’d we left them and used our medical kit to clean my face of her slime then helped Nigel bandage up his chest. In the echoes of the temple, we can hear deep excited breathing but can’t pinpoint the noise. The sound of it is quite erotic yet it is spooking us out knowing the crazy old woman is still out there.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I suggested and Nigel agreed.

Not knowing what lay ahead, we decided to back-track but kept getting freaked by soft throaty chuckles which seem to come from different directions but were definitely getting closer.

Suddenly Nigel cried out in alarm as the old hag jumped out from nowhere right in front of him. His hands dart out to push her away but the skinny woman struck like a snake. The palm of her hand slammed into his face pushing it back with her fingers pushing into his eyes. His cry was cut short when she went onto her toes, making the toned calve muscles flex into sexy hard-edge spade shapes.

“HUR!” the cry was almost orgasmic.

Her bony right knee pistoned straight into his groin. Despite the leg being so skinny, the knee struck with such power that he was sent onto his toes with his face creased in agony as her bony knee met his balls. As he began to crease over in agony her thin leg drove that knee up again.

“HUR!” it sounded even more ecstatic.

Impressively limber for her age, her knee rocketed to chest height and pounded solidly against his sternum. He gasped loudly while creasing right over with a face of agony.

“HUR!” it sounded like she was having an orgasm.

The bony knee shot upward again to meet his face in a brutal hard crunch of bone. His head snaps back in a spray of blood as he goes over backwards to hit the floor again.

Scared she is going to beat him while he was unconscious again I rushed forwards to grab her hands to stop her. A smile touches her craggy features, as she rips my arms wide apart forcing me right against her taut skinny body. I watch in awe and arousal at the long thin ropey muscle on the top of her upper arms swell into small hard biceps then continue to flex into significant rocky peaks of pure power. The strength flowing through her skinny arms is shocking and she gives that throaty laugh right in my face with an arrogant smirk as her small biceps totally immobilise my arms. Now right up against her, I stare in amazement at her remarkable toned muscularity. Everything about her lithe body is ripped and well defined. She pushes back my arms, overwhelming me with surprising strength. Our bodies press together, so close I can smell her bad body odour! I now notice a thin necklace with a pendant of a multi-limbed goddess dancing in a circle of flames and am stunned. No! it can’t be true!

Much shorter than me, the stringy wiry arms hold mine in a trial of strength but I am left in no doubt who is stronger. Strong wrists bend on surprisingly sturdy looking forearms covered with a network of veins. Angling her hands, they push my hands back painfully over my wrists forcing me to bend my knees. Crouching down to her level she straightens her wrists easing off the pressure but still keeping my arms at a stand-still no matter how hard I push back. Keeping my chest pressed against hers, the wrinkled crone looks straight into my eyes with a look of amusement. I’m amazed by the substantial peaks of her small biceps which on her skinny arms make them look very powerful and intimidating. Fully flexed, I’m sure that they look bigger than mine! The thought of her superior strength goes straight to my dick. She notices and laughs in a way indicating this makes her aroused.

With a look of lust in her eyes, the old hag angles her hands once more. The skinny old woman is overwhelming me with shockingly superior muscular force. I push back with all my might but it is no use, those scrawny ripped biceps are far too strong for me. Although my arms are much thicker, I am being forced down her body. Sinking down, my face is between her breasts. Her top is so worn, she may as well be naked. Up close, I see horizontal shredded lines and cuts across her breast-bone. On either side her well-defined shoulder caps are equally shredded as are her small bulging biceps with their incredible peaks and thick intimidating biceps veins as they shame me. Normally I don’t like such extreme vascularity and ripped shredded look on a female bodybuilder but on this petite sleight dark skinned body it looked sensational and was really arousing.

A light sheen of perspiration from the humidity and her exertions give her body an alluring glow. Her small breasts are perfectly rounded and firm with jutting nipples fully erect in arousal. They are beautiful and I am so turned on by her muscular dominance that despite her gnarled face, my face moves towards one of her breasts to lick and suck the nipple in a fit of wild abandon. The hag stops my downward descent and lets out a loud moan of pleasure. Enjoying my attention for a few moments, her strong slender brawny arms exert more pressure on my wrists continuing my journey of defeat down her remarkable aged lithe muscular body.

My face sinks down to her belly and I can’t believe how hard and rugged it is. Six large irregular blocks of rugged hardness stacked in two columns either side of a groove running vertically from her belly button with ribbed lateral lines angling upwards from the central columns of muscle. I’d never seen anything so sexy before outside of a website in my life and my dick was aching hard. A deep chuckle made me look up to see the old crone looking down at me, with biceps taut as they continued to exert their dominance over me, with a stern-faced look that seemed to say ‘go on then’. So I did. Pressing my lips against the top row of deeply cut hard blocks I feverishly kissed those remarkable rock-hard slabs of glistening well-defined abs with rising lust. Another moan signalled her appreciation as she slowly powered me down her ribbed belly allowing me enough time to worship each and every muscular bump while they rose and fell beneath my lips.

A surge of power through those small peaked ripped power-houses sent me tumbling to my knees while a low guttural chuckle mocked me. It was utterly humiliating to be totally outmuscled by a short scrawny old woman. However before I could dwell on it the old hag leapt upon me. Pouncing astride my waist, she leant forward to grab my wrists to pin my hands above my head. Again I felt her insanely strong skinny biceps overcoming any futile resistance I could muster. I even tried bucking my hips to throw her off but she rode me like a rodeo rider while her peaks of power on thin arms completely dominated me.

With my hands pinned by her insanely strong thin arms, the crone sprang forward to sit high upon my chest while pinning my arms with her knees. Trapped between her slender thighs and looking up past her sexy taut washboard abs to her shrivelled face, I saw her looking down at me. Her tongue flickered out and ran over her remaining teeth and thin dry lips with an eager sexual hunger. Grabbing her ragged clothes with her hands, she eagerly ripped them from her slim body like shedding a second skin, then slid back to sit on her knees over my waist. Despite her haggard face and bad body odour, her incredibly muscled body on such a skinny frame now completely naked arouses me greatly. Even though her worn clothing barely concealed anything, the sight of it completely nude was a whole order of magnitude more sexy. Glistening with perspiration in the humid conditions, the hag’s body is sensationally fit and sexy for guys who liked a bit of female muscle. It’s no wonder how my manhood responded to the sight. Her eyes glanced down to find a rigid erection formed in my trousers. Staring at my face with a wide knowing grin, she smacks her lips several times like a sexual predator about to feast.

 
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