The Lethal Slut (JIMP#12)

Cindy kills three men as part of her sex life and gives Jim a severe beating

SPOILER: John Davidson meets The Evil One. Jim is hired by Ian Bull to
investigate his wayward wife Cindy. Her deadly legs finish a
blackmailing market inspector; she sexually exhausts a swimming pool
lifeguard and a personal trainer; and gives Jim a severe beating with
her toned muscles before scissoring her husband for hiring a private
detective.

Cindy Bull was inspired by the character Cindy Beale played by Michelle Collins on ‘EastEnders’

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The following story may contain 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 1996
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The battered and bruised man was dragged into the chamber and thrown down before the throne. The Evil One spoke “Ah Davison!, how nice of you to join us”. “Please it was Cole’s fault” John Davison, begged. “You’ve greatly inconvenienced my plans. Now how am I going to get imported slave labour to undermine the common working scum of this country?” she asked. “Please, I can set up somewhere else and…”. “UNEMPLOYED!. You’re unemployed Davison. Take him to be ethnically cleansed!” the Evil One roared. “No no please..” Davison’s pleas were ignored as he was dragged by the black uniformed soldiers to his doom.
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The case of the break-ins at Bristlingdown Manor had left me baffled. I had plenty of time to think as I walked the long tunnel leading from Davison’s airfield [JIMP#11] to quiet secluded woods nearby. This was how he got the slaves off the airfield without being seen. However, I concluded that this was just a red-herring designed to throw me off the trail of the real culprits. I needed a break from this.

So it was I found myself in London’s Eastend, stepping over the homeless and brushing off the beggars. I had been hired by Ian Bull, an “entrepreneur in the consumer retail business” (fish and chip shop to you and me!). He was slim, about 5′ 7″ with boyish looks although he was in his late twenties. A weedy moustache graced his upper lip like a furry caterpillar in the style of World War I airmen.

His problem was his wife, Cindy. From the way he boasted I could tell that he a “Thatcherite” not thinking twice about who he trod upon in his greed. “Cindy was naturally attracted to me” he said “I was going places” (a golddigger?). He told me how they got married and had a kid. Then the Recession struck, like many businesses Ian’s was on the rocks. Cindy revealed that his best mate, Simon, was the real father and ran off with him. “I really went off the rails for a while then, but I bounced back and re-built my business.” he continued (yawn).

“One day whilst returning from a business meeting, I bumped into Cindy. Simon had dumped her and left her in a rundown B&B – what a git!. I offered to take her back and she jumped at the chance” he said (more likely saw another chance to milk Ian). “We’ve two more kids and are now very happy” he said. “So why hire me?” I asked. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because she was unfaithful before. I’ve this strange nagging feeling she’s laughing at me behind my back. Find out if she’s seeing anyone”.

I thought I’d check around the market square to see what I could glean from the locals. They were a tight-lipped bunch, so I pretended to be an old friend of Simon’s visiting on the off-chance. “Don’t remember your face?” a big rugged man built like an out-building told me. “It was a long time ago” I replied. “Yeah ? well Simon buggered off with Cindy Bull a few years back. A right slut that one. Heard he dumped her and buggered off to Yorkshire” I was told. “How did Ian take it?” I asked. “Nearly topped himself. Never laughed so much in years. Served the bastard right, no room for people like that around here”. “But he took her back didn’t he?” I said. “Yeah, right mug. Only two things that girl is interested in – spending money on new clothes and bonking – not necessarily with Ian!”.

I was walking around when I saw this blonde woman get out of a taxi with a plastic bag bearing the name of a top London fashion store. She was about 5′ 7″ with a bit of a boyish build – a long broad back tapering to her waist and out again to her hips. She wore a long black leather coat to keep out the winter chill underneath which I could see long shapely calves sheathed in sheer black nylons ending in high heeled black shoes. She made her way into the local cafe, I decided to follow, getting turned on by the sexy slender diamonds of her calves which bunched and bulged as she walked.

In the cafe she removed and hung up her coat to reveal a tight white nylon mini dress which clung to her body like a film. The outline of her bra containing her moderate bust was visible with her nipples jutting out through the tight fabric. As she walked to the counter, her short tight dress clung to the tops of her thighs with every move she made. Her legs were long, full and shapely enhanced by the sheen of black nylons. She spoke to the woman behind the counter for a few minutes then I noticed her look in my direction. Taking her cup of tea and a sandwich, she went to sit at a table by the window.

I ordered a cup of tea and took my seat at a table. Suddenly Cindy walked across and sat opposite me. “So you’re a friend of Simon’s are you?” she asked in a soft husky voice. I looked at her and was captivated by her wide clear grey eyes, surrounded by black lashes and skilful use of eye-liner. “It was quite a while ago. I’ve got business in the area so I thought I’d look him up” I replied. “I knew Simon very well. I don’t remember you” she said. Her short blonde hair was worn with a parting high off her forehead which swept down to the right of her face, but swept back behind her ear on the left. She had an attractive oval face, with captivating eyes, thin black eyebrows, a long slender nose, prominent cheekbones and a firm chin. Aside from her eyes, one’s attention was drawn to her wide provocative mouth which always seemed to be in a tight sensual smirk. She smouldered sexuality, she was a predator, you could tell by the way she looked and dressed. She didn’t take her eyes off mine for a moment. She rested her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. Her eyes burrowed into my soul making me feel very uncomfortable. “I don’t believe you” she said softly “I don’t know who you are or what you are after but keep out of my way or you’ll be sorry”. Without giving a chance to reply she stood up and made her way to her own table.

I drank up and decided to give Ian a call. “Do you know of anyone paying undue interest in your wife ?” I asked. “Loads of blokes. She’s gorgeous. I’m a lucky fellow and she’s lucky to have me” he said pompously. “Anyone over-keen?”.”There was Richard Evans, but I drove him off” he said proudly. “Who’s he?”.”Market inspector. Gave me all sorts of grief. Right bastard. Nearly drove me out of business out of sheer spite, bribing the health inspectors to close me down and stuff like that” he told me “Chased after Cindy for a while, but I scared him off”.
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Evans smiled, he had made it perfectly clear what Cindy had to do to make him get Ian off the hook and here she was. He had been chasing her for weeks, but she played hard to get. Now he would have her to add to his list of conquests.

Apart from them, the park was empty this time of night. Evans felt aroused as she looked at him with those eyes of hers and that tight smile of hers. “Wow!” he muttered as she removed her long coat and he caught sight of a black leather mini-skirt, a tight low-cut black silk blouse, sheer black nylons and stiletto heels. Deliberately she turned her back on him and bent over to place her coat and handbag neatly on a park bench, knowing the short skirt would rise above her stocking tops at the back. Turning around she smirked as she saw the tell-tale bulge in his trousers. “Why Richard!, is that a Mars bar in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” she said. “You’re too good for that prick Bull. Let me show you what a real man can do for you” he said boastfully.

Slowly she walked towards him, hips swaying provocatively, her eyes never leaving his face. “Oooh god, I want you” he gushed grabbing her shoulders and pulling her close. SLAM!, her nylon clad knee exploded between his legs like a steam iron cruelly crushing his erection. He slumped forward with a cry of pain to be caught by her firm arms. He looked up into those eyes, her mouth set in a firm smirk. SLAM! her knee pistoned up again into his groin. “You’re not man enough for me Evans” she said as she held him upright. SLAM! his crotch was hammered again. “You’re a slimy toad who should be trod on” she told him preventing him from falling. SLAM! her knee continued to smash his manhood to pulp. “and I’m going to be the one to do the treading” she said. SLAM! he could hardly feel the blows now over the excruiating pain between his legs.

She let him slump forward then held him so that his torso was leaning at 90 degrees to his legs with her arm wrapped over his neck. “I’m not going to let you destroy my mealticket” she told him. WHAM! her stockinged knee buried itself deep in his gut. There was an explosion of air from his mouth. He felt her firm arms tighten around his throat to prevent him from falling. “You’re nothing” WHAM! her knee hammered his stomach, “scum” WHAM! “a slug” WHAM!. With slow calculated precision she repeatedly drove her knee hard into his gut, the moonlight reflecting off her stockinged legs. Each crushing blow timed to let him recover a bit before she drove her knee in again WHAM!. “I’m your mistress of pain” WHAM!. Finally she let him fall to the ground.

Evans was in agony, his balls hurt and his gut was battered. A sharp pain in his groin made him look up in alarm. Cindy was standing over him with her stiletto in his groin. “You’ll never bother me or my family again” she told him calmly as she began to grind her stiletto down hard. Evans screamed and screamed at the top of his voice at the excruiating pain needling his crotch. “There’s no-one to hear you, only the homeless street urchins and they won’t help you” she smirked as she twisted the stiletto down as though she were driving in a screw. Dark wet patches of blood spread across the crotch of his trousers as the thin heel bit hard.

“Get up” she ordered, but Evans just lay there curled up weeping. WHAM! Cindy’s foot kicked him full in the face, blood flowing freely as she broke his nose. “I said get up” she said softly but menacingly. Slowly he got to his hands and knees pleading “Please Cindy no more. Have mercy”. She grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him over to the park bench where she sat down and wrapped her legs around his neck. His throat was up against the crook of her right leg and her left scissored around the back of his neck. She squeezed tight and Evans struggled for breath. “Strong aren’t they?. I like to keep in shape” she says as he squirms around, his neck held tight. He feels the sheer nylons of her stockings beneath his hands as he tries to loosen her grip, but he has no time to appreciate their sensuality. “Urkkk please urkk” he croaks and she laughs at him. “This is fun Richard. Aren’t you having fun?” she taunts as he struggles uselessly as her strong legs cut off his air. Finally, knowing resistance is futile, he stops struggling praying to be put away quickly to ease the torment. But Cindy shows no mercy and twists his neck from one side of her body to the other to demonstrate her superiority.

Sensing he is about to pass out she eases off the pressure slightly to prolong his agony for twenty more minutes. Finally she releases him, stands up and pulls his head up by the hair either side of his face to look at her. The look on her face frightens him, steely sensuous deadly. “You bore me Richard” she tells him. He stares in helpless horror as her knee speeds towards his face, obscuring his vision as it lands painfully WHAM!. Back it goes only for him to scream as he sees it fire again into his face WHAM!. Slowly Cindy’s knee turns his face into bloody pulp WHAM!. Holding his head up by his hair and with one hand on the back of his neck, she drives her knee into his throat again again and again. Finally she lets him drop to the ground – his larynx crushed. She collects her coat and walks calmly out of the park, a satisfied smile upon her face.
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With the help of a public-spirited civil servant, I found a council report concluding Evans was killed by some gang he upset because of his shady dealings. The report was suppressed from the press to avoid scandal. Something bothered me about the way Evan’s privates had been brutally destroyed.

I went back to the market to snoop around. Cindy was talking to the petite Indian woman who ran a clothes stall. I approached and pretended to be looking for a dress for my wife. Cindy gave me a withering stare and a savage smile before walking off. “Would never know she’s had three kids” I remarked admiring her bulging calves. “Yeah, used to go swimming almost everyday” the Asian replied. “Doesn’t she go anymore?” I asked. “No, not for quite a while. Must have got fed up with it I suppose” she said. “I bet she turned a few heads in her swimming costume” I quipped. “Ha, you can say that again. There was this rather dishy teenaged lifeguard there. Took a fancy to her. Kept pestering her. A right nuisance” she revealed. Paying for a skirt that I hoped my wife would like, I decided to check out the local swimming pool.

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Kevin was the envy of all his mates. “Lucky bastard. All those babes in swimming costumes. Phroor” they would said. Unfortunately all who came to the mid-week daytime shifts were mums with their toddlers and O.A.Ps. All that changed when Cindy showed up. Her skin tight white lyrca costume hugged every curve of her body, cut really high over the hip. Shapely breasts, a flat stomach and long shapely legs called out to his loins. Turning around to climb into the pool, her buttocks were on full display with a tiny thong between her cheeks.

He watched her as she effortlessly swam several lengths of the pool, her strong legs propelling her sleek body through the water. Then she got out of the water to sit on the poolside. He was stunned – her skin tight lycra costume had gone translucent when wet!, he could see everything – her boobs, nipples, belly button, pubic hair – the lot!. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, what a sight!, what a body!. Crossing his legs to hide his embarrassment, the blonde looked at him and he nearly lost it when those grey eyes locked onto him and her tight-set mouth widened a little in the beginnings of a smile. She drove him wild with that sensational firm body dripping wet virtually naked. He tried to chat her up, but she cold shouldered him. It was the same every day she came. She told him to grow up and that she was a married woman. However, her eyes seemed to radiate pure lust and she would run her tongue over her lips seductively.

Then one day when Kevin knelt beside her to try again, she said “There’s no men in the pool. I see you in the Men’s changing room in five minutes”, calmly stood up and headed to the changing rooms.

With mounting anticipation he got someone to cover for him and headed for the men’s changing room. He entered and heard the noise of a shower running. As he looked in the shower room, he was speechless. She was there standing under the shower, naked, the water cascading off her firm body. “Here rub some shower gel on me will you?” she asked with a pout. He didn’t hesitate to comply, enjoying the sensation of working the gel into her shapely calves and firm smooth thighs streaming with water. Standing up, he worked the slippery gel into her hips, waist and firm flat stomach, finally massaging her breasts. Unable to contain himself any longer her took her in his arms and they started kissing passionately. Eagerly she wrestled him to the floor and tore off his trunks. He gasped as she slid herself onto him. Their naked bodies squirmed and writhed in passion on the shower room floor. She was in complete control and rode him relentlessly over and over again.

Each weekday she would return and ride him until exhaustion. They did it in the shower room, in the changing room, in the cubicles. She was demanding, he couldn’t resist, she took whenever and wherever she wanted. Then one day, they did it in the pool when it was supposed to closed for cleaning. They kissed passionately and made love on the steps at the shallow end. She was amazing, he couldn’t keep up as she took him time and time again. In between bouts of love making he rested watching as she effortlessly swam the pool. Finally he could go no more, “I want a man not a little boy who can’t get it up” she said angrily as she got out of the pool to get dressed. Kevin had never felt so tired in his life, his heart was pounding and he felt weird, maybe it was high blood pressure or something he thought as he lay exhausted on the steps of the pool. Slowly he slipped into the water.
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I had found out that a young pool attendant had been found drowned, naked in the pool. The coroner’s report had indicated that he had been engaging in sexual activity and had probably swallowed too much water during lovemaking. I asked around the staff of the pool, whether they knew who the girlfriend was. Nobody seemed to know, one of the boy’s colleagues seemed to think that he saw him with an older woman “blonde, not bad looking, a bit tarty maybe”. Two men who seemed to have links with Cindy, both dead. However it was all circumstantial, I needed to find out more, I went to see Ian at his house.

“Your wife used to going swimming quite regularly didn’t she?” I asked. “Yeah, said it toned her muscles up after having the kids” he replied. “She stopped going suddenly. Did she say why?” I queried. “Got bored she said. Wanted to join a health club, wanted a personal trainer” he replied. “Still goes does she?” I asked. “No, gave that up too, said it was too expensive. Made me buy her a few weights for use at home after that”. My curiosity awakened, I got the address from Bull.

Just at that moment Cindy entered the house. “What’s he doing here?” she demanded. “Oh er he’s a small business advisor whose being helping me out on something. See you later love got to go” he gave her a peck on the cheek and left. As I followed, she came up behind me and snaked her arm around my neck.

A small but firm bicep dug into my throat strangling me. I grabbed her arm and tried to break her grip. WHAM! pain exploded in the small of my back as her knee drove into it. She forced me face first up against the wall and pressed her knee into my back. At the same time she pulled back on my neck with her arm. “Who are you?” she hissed. “Urkk business advisor urkk” WHAM! her knee powered into my back so hard that I couldn’t help crying out in pain. She let me drop to the floor. My back was agony, no position I got into would ease the pain.

Cindy got down in front of me, grabbed my hair and shoved my head between her legs. She squeezed tight with a strength I hadn’t expected. Instinctively my hands went to her legs and I was surprised to find strong thigh muscles bulging with power. The contrast between her sheer black stockings and the strong thighs they contained was stimulating, but the pain crushing in on my skull was more urgent. My body was flailing around but my head was stuck fast as she squeezed down tight. I was surprised at how strong her legs were. “No no please” I begged, my head hurting under her strong relentless grip as she locked her ankles to get a better hold. No matter how I twisted and turned, my head remained immobile in her vice-like grip. My skull felt like it was trapped in a steel vice.

Smiling she said “Strong aren’t they?. I work out every day to keep myself firm strong and shapely”. She raised herself on her hands and straightened her body. I felt a hint of her quads as she crushed down hard upon my aching head. “Used to go to the gym every day. Had a personal trainer, a real hunk but he couldn’t handle me so what chance do you have?” she said. I writhed about but could not free myself. I was sure that she was not strong enough to put my away and that she would soon tire and then I would get the upper hand. Suddenly I managed to lurch forward and move my head. With a strangled croak, I realised my mistake. Her strong thighs were now crushing my throat. A surge of power constricted my throat so much that it was becoming difficult to breathe. Running my hands over her bulging nylon-clad thighs, I felt another surge of power which elicited a croak from me as her strong legs cut off my air. Twisting and turning she shook my head from side to side, still maintaining her relentless grip. “You men, you’re all the same” I heard her say “as I always say, treat ’em mean to keep ’em keen”. I could not free myself, her legs were too strong and the depletion of air was affecting me badly. She kept me on the brink like that for at least 10 minutes before she tensed every muscle in her body. I heard her laughing as my eyes glazed over and slowly I slipped into the void.

***
Cindy was on the top deck of a bus, the first time she saw him. As the bus crawled slowly through the dense traffic, she happened to glance into a fitness studio above a row of shops. There he was, a black Adonis, handsome with a hairless muscular body that would put a Chippendale to shame. He was showing a woman how to use some kind of weight machine, his black body shone in a sheen of perspiration that showed up every muscle group. “Oh god I must have him” she thought to herself.

She got off at the next stop and walked back to the gym. The hunk was a personal fitness trainer and he didn’t come cheap. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and that sexy body. By the time she got back to the market square, she was so horny that she went straight over to the fish and chip shop. Ian was surprised when Cindy entered, locking the door behind her. Before he could say a word, she was upon him kissing him passionately, forcing him to the ground behind the counter and ripping his clothes off. She humped him over and over to exhaustion, all the time she imagined she was with the big muscular black man she had saw. After that she told him about joining the fitness club. ” Cindy you don’t need it you look great” “Ian I’m fat, I feel fat so I feel bad if I feel bad I make you life a misery”she told him. “Oh alright love” he gave in, he usually did.

“He doesn’t stand a chance” she thought to herself as she put on the skin tight black leotard she had brought. It was mostly sheer black nylon except over the nipples and in the crotch. Cut extremely high over the hip, it had a tiny thong that exposed her buttocks. The trainer, Winston, drove her wild with desire, however dispite her best efforts, he didn’t seem interested. A tall redhead in a skimpy posing costume and a finely defined lightly muscled oiled body walked past. “Ugg look at the muscles on that” Cindy was about to say but then noticed that Winston was staring in obvious lust. “Your girlfriend is it?” she asked sarcastically. “Hmmmn, no, a visitor preparing for a Ms. Fitness competition over at Wembly this evening” he replied.

Cindy remembered how Ian liked watching the women on “Gladiators”, obviously some men liked lithe athletic bodies. “Maybe a bit of muscle would look good on me” she thought “then your body will be mine, Winston”.

Each morning Cindy went to the gym and worked hard. She was surprised to find that her body responded easily to the weights. The harder she pumped, the better she felt. Her shoulders developed caps of muscle and her arms became vascular and defined. When she flexed, small biceps appeared which she was quite proud of. Her stomach became tight and firm, if she flexed, one could see her abs. Her strong shapely legs became stronger and more shapely. Her hams and quads grew, their muscularity barely hidden by her short skirts and high heels that also showed off her calves.

Winston was definitely paying attention now, she thought as she walked across the market square, smirking at the bulges in the trousers of most of the men as she walked in her stiletto heeled shoes, her calves showing under her coat clad in sheer black stockings and suspenders. Today’s the day.

Arriving at the gym she entered the private training room. Winston was practically drooling as she removed her coat to reveal the tight low cut nylon top and tiny black wet-look rubber mini skirt. Bending over in front of him to remove her shoes, she hears him groan. “Got you!” she thinks and slowly removes her top, skirt, stockings and suspenders. More groans as she gets down to a black wet-look PVC thong bikini. Slowly she turns around and gets the shock of her life. It looks like he has a couple of feet of lead piping down his shorts!. “Handsome, hot body and hung like a stallion. What more does a girl need” she thinks to herself. She cannot contain herself, she throws herself at him, rips off his shorts and her bikini. Never has she wanted a man so badly before, his muscled body and huge manhood drives her wild with lust. Winston has never met a woman like this before and soon finds himself out of his depth. Relentlessly she humps him until she is sated. She realises that he is not moving, checking for a pulse she thinks to herself “Must have had a weak heart or something. What a waste, what a bod! what a dick!”. Getting her things together, she gets dressed and leaves quickly.
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I came to, at first not knowing where I was. I heard a noise and looked up to see Cindy standing a few feet away, hands on hips, legs astride. She was decked in black shiny wet-look PVC – a cupless bra, a tiny pair of thong briefs cut high over the hip, gloves that came over her elbows, a black chocker with metal studs, sheer black stockings and suspenders, and a pair of stiletto heeled knee length boots. I gazed with mounting lust at light caps of muscle on the ends of her shoulders, lean slender arms with a hint of muscle and vascularity, a rock hard flat stomach. Her legs were shapely and strong looking, the stilettos emphasising the bulge of her outer thighs and the boots unable to hide the curve of strong calve muscles. She looked like she could enter a fitness competition and place quite high.

She lanced me with those penetrating grey eyes, her red lip-sticked lips somewhere between a smirk and a smile. She raised her arms up and slowly flexed a double biceps. Cords of muscle appeared in her upper arms and grew into two small mounds of muscle. “Awake are we mister Jim Priest, private detective ?” she purred as she relaxed and tensed her arms, her eyes not leaving mine.

Placing her arms behind her head, tensed to show off their muscularity, she flexed her abdominals. Her firm flat stomach tightened, a light gridwork of muscle appeared. “I found your business card in your wallet” she said, her voice sounding like cream being poured over strawberries. She stretched out her right leg in front of her and tensed the muscles, her outer thigh bulged thick and strong, with a hint of the rest of her quads. “Like a bit of muscle do you?” she said looking at the bulge in my trousers.

I got to my hands and knees and started to rise. She shoved me back against a wall and raised her leg high bent at the knee with the stiletto heel boot against my throat. “Ian hired you, right?” her voice was soft and sensual with a hint of menace. “I can’t discuss .arggh” a sharp pain in my throat reminded me how dangerous stilettos could be. Lowering her leg, she stepped up close, pressing her well toned body against mine. I felt her knee between my legs pressing gently against my crotch. Her face came right close in front of mine. She spoke slowly with deliberate emphasis with her sensuous full mouth whilst piercing me with those eyes of hers. “He hired you didn’t he?” she said. “Yes” I replied entranced by her eyes and the sensual but grim look on her face. “To spy on me ?” she asked. I hesitated, she slammed her fist hard and fast into my gut, the muscles tensing in her arm.

Taking advantage of my winded state she unzipped my trousers and scooped out my manhood. Then wrapping her left arm around the back of my neck, she pressed the side of her right forearm across my throat. At the same time she pressed her knee between my legs. “I’ve dealt with bigger tougher men than you” she taunted as she stared me in the eyes. With a wicked smirk on her lips she began to slowly slide her thigh backwards and forwards. Dispite the menace radiating from this vixen, I got stiffer and stiffer as it ran over her sheer black nylons, the roughness of the stocking tops and the smooth warm skin at the top of her thigh. “cum over my leg and I’ll smash your nuts” she warned. I tried to push her off but she pressed her forearm hard choking me and increased the pressure and tempo of her knee between my legs.

Leaning forward she whispered in my ear “You’re spying on me aren’t you?”. Not allowing me time to reply, her tongue darted out and licked my ear, the side of my face and neck. She was driving me wild as she licked my face and worked her knee between my legs. “Yes” I replied aroused by the sensations.  She I tried not to succumb but it was useless, this she-devil was highly skilled and I soon came. “I warned you” she said dangerously then hammered me in the groin with her knee.

She slammed me back up against the wall with her arm still choking me. Her knee smashed into my groin again. Then she kissed me passionately on the mouth so hard and long that I was left gasping for breath by the time she had finished and stepped back. Her right leg shot forward fast, her foot burying itself deep in my gut, the stiletto heel biting hard. I doubled over winded by her strong kick.

“Am I being unfaithful Mr. Private Detective?” she asked sarcastically as I caught my breath. “I can’t tell…” I started to say but she stepped in front of me, the light muscles in her arm tensed as her fist slammed deep in my stomach. As I leaned forward she grabbed my head in her arms and hammered my gut with her knee – WHAM! “When I ask a question” WHAM! “I expect an answer” WHAM!. Too severely winded to stop her, I could only look on helpless as her stockinged knee slammed into my face WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!. Blood poured from my nose and mouth as she pulverised my face with her knee.

I would have collapsed to the floor, but Cindy caught me wrapped her arm around my neck and squeezed tight. Her small biceps dug into my throat. I tried to pull her arm away, it was difficult she had me in a tight choke that was threatening to cut off my air. “Having trouble are we mister big shot detective?” she smirked. I tried to twist, turn and buck my body at the same time as pulling on her forearm. Eventually I found some give, just in time, I was starting to see patches of red and black before my eyes. I broke free and staggered forward gasping for breath.

I felt her grab my hand and swing me back towards her. She turned her body and drove her elbow back at high speed straight into my stomach. In winded agony I watched as she swung her fist straight into my mouth. The knuckles smashed my lips against my teeth and caused me to stagger backwards a few steps. Her right leg kicked out, the sole of her boot smashing into my face.

My head still reeling from the blows, I watched watching her sleek-sinewed body moving towards me. Without warning she flung herself at me and we strained against each other, struggling back and forth across the room. Suddenly she slid her leg behind mine and tripped me. We tumbled to floor where we wrestled each other with increasing ferocity. The sex kitten had turned into a wild tiger. Her strength and wildness threatened to overwhelm me. Somehow I managed to get on top of her battling with her arms, however I couldn’t pin them to the floor, her sleekly muscled arms resisted me. She bucked and twisted and finally fought free of me, rolling away across the floor to get to her knees.

I tried to get up, but before I could she rushed forward, stooped down and pulled my legs away from under me. In horror I watched as her body plummeted down on top of me, her knee pointed downwards to drive hard and deep into my gut. Instinctively, my torso lurched forward but my chest was pinned by her other leg which had landed on it. I coughed and choked as my lungs heaved for breath. Taking advantage of my winded state, she slid her calve under my neck and sat back, trapping my head beneath the back of her left thigh. Her right knee and body weight was on my chest pinning me to the floor. “I warned you not to get in my way” she told me then drove her fist hard into my already battered stomach. “Woorfph!” the air whooshed out of my mouth and involuntarily tried to sit up, but was pinned. Again her fist slammed into my stomach, and again and again, all the while she was laughing wickedly.

I couldn’t defend myself, she had me pinned and was punishing me – turning my gut into jelly. Finally she stopped and straddled my chest, pinning my arms under her knees. Smugly she sat there and asked “Do you want more?”. “No more please” I begged. She slid forward, her crotch covering my nose and mouth. “You will tell Ian that you found no evidence of me being unfaithful and that your job is finished. Understood?”. I murmured agreement since what she said was true, I had no hard evidence. She sat there smothering me for 10 or 15 minutes before getting up.

She stood over me with her hands on her hips, she put a stiletto heel on my temple and pressed down hard. I screamed as blinding agony lanced through my head. The pain stopped “Worship me slave or I’ll puncture your skull” she demanded. Rolling over onto my stomach I put my hands on her boots, feeling the deadly long stiletto as I kissed the feet. As I kissed and worshipped her boots I felt the soft leather and the hard calve muscles beneath. Up I went, getting aroused as I kissed her strong thighs and felt her hamstrings. Worshipping her stocking tops, she grabbed my head and forced it face up between her legs, my neck trapped between her thighs. She gave a mighty squeeze and raised herself onto tip toe increasing the pressure cutting off the air. I rested my hands on her strong thighs, feeling her stockings strain as her legs bulged with power. My head swam and span as my eyes lost focus. She eased off the pressure slightly and then applied it again. Slowly, very slowly she squeezed me out prolonging it over at least 20 minutes of female thigh crushing power over my poor throat.
***

Cindy entered the house. She had dumped Priest by the bins out the back and hoped nobody had noticed. She saw Ian was there waiting for her. “You’re home early love” she says. “Yeah, had an appointment with my small business advisor but he didn’t turn up”. Cindy removed her coat and saunters over to the desk which Ian is standing next to. She smiles as she sees Ian take in her short black leather mini-skirt and tight low cut top. Sitting on the desk, she wraps her strong stocking clad legs around his middle. “We’ll have an early night tonight Ian” she says seductively. “Sorry love, but I’ll be working late” he replies “urggg”. A tight squeeze around his waist takes him by surprise, he reaches down surprised to feel strong thigh muscles bulging under the sexy black nylon. “I said we’ll have an early night tonight” she says then leans back slightly to crush him harder. “Urghhg Cindy please” he begs as she crushes him so tight he can hardly breathe. “I’m going to teach you what happens if you hire someone to spy on me” she says watching in delight as her husband squirms helplessly in her leggy grip. “Things are going to be different from now on Ian. By the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll be too afraid to cross me again” she releases her grip and smiles as Ian sits in the chair to rest. “Bad mistake Ian” she says and wraps her legs around his neck and crushes hard. He writhes around in agony as his wife’s strong legs crushes down hard upon his skull. “And finally after I’ve taught you whose the boss, I’m going to bonk you til you beg for mercy”.

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