Female Martial Arts Justice (Pt. 1 of 5)
Female Martial Arts Justice
(Pt.1 of 5)
PROLOGUE
She was just a little child when the evil crime boss and his gangsters attacked her family’s home. The mafiosi were seeking revenge on her mother and father, two high profile investigators who had just prevented the mobsters from finalizing an important drug deal. The boss decided to counterattack as viciously as he could: by bribing corrupted police officers, he discovered the true identity and home address of the secret agents. The mafioso put together a commando of his most ruthless sicarios to attack the family home of the couple: he joined the expedition himself to show the two agents - and other potential enemies - how merciless and determined he was in crushing whoever stood between him and his illegal trafficking. The attack took the family by surprise: despite being largely outnumbered they put up a heroic resistance, taking out several gangsters. It was all in vain though: the criminals managed to capture the husband and wife and two of their three children. Luckily, their third child - a little girl who was just 9 years old – managed to find refuge in a secret room of the house: she had been instructed by her parents to hide there in case of danger. From a loophole the little child had to witness with her own eyes all the violence and perversity that the Boss unleashed on her family. It was an absolutely traumatizing experience for her: everyone, including her older brother and sister, was atrociously tortured and slaughtered. Before being killed by the brutish mafiosi her sister and her mother were also brutally raped. However, the Boss knew that one of the couple’s daughters was missing: his henchmen searched for her all over the house to no avail. Finally, the boss decided to set the entire house on fire thinking that the missing little girl would burn alive with it.
Another weapon in her arsenal was mystery. Nobody had survived her so far, so no one could reveal her physical appearance to the Boss. The chief had not the slightest idea of the name, let alone the looks, of this unstoppable mysterious warrior who was slaughtering all his accomplices. The only thing he knew is that no firearms had been used in the systematic elimination of his henchmen so far: apparently the only weapon that this unstoppable killing machine was using to destroy his giant crime organization were hands and, especially, feet. Indeed, to further humiliate her defeated opponents, the female executioner had stamped her bloody bare footprints all over their bodies and faces: she was literally walking over the bodies of her enemies to get to the Boss. Before they faced her though, the chauvinistic macho gangster would never believe that this mysterious assassin could ever be a ‘she’. This mafia clan was one of the biggest in the world with more than two hundred and fifty soldiers: now only 5 of them were still alive, including the Boss himself. It was impressive and scary to think that 245 feared criminals had been slaughtered by one single unstoppable -and unarmed - killing machine. When almost all of his most trusted compadres had been found dead, the boss got really scared. It was a new feeling for him: he was used to terrorize people from a position of power and privilege and now he was the one being chased and forced to run from danger. That was exactly what the young female avenger wanted: she wanted him to develop a profound fear and utter terror for a mysterious power that could destroy him at any time. She wanted the boss to experience what his victims had been going through because of him. Only then she would finally reveal herself to him: she knew that the simple realisation of having been terrified, weakened and cornered by a young woman would destabilize his misogynistic mind in their final confrontation. And then she would kill him by slowly demolishing every part of his manly body with her deadly female feet.
Fearing for his own life, the middle-aged boss had gone into hiding since a few weeks now: he escaped to a luxurious house set in a secret location from which he was having almost no contact with the outside world. It seemed like a perfect hiding place and he almost felt safe there. However, just like any man, the boss had a weakness…and he was going to pay a very high price for it. He was a sex addict: as such he could not resist the urge to call girls over to his place to cater for his many fetishes. The young and smart female martial arts avenger managed find out about his foe's sordid habit. She cleverly managed to hack the website/mobile number of the contact person that the gangster was using to book the girls. Eventually, she intercepted one of his calls. It was a very strange feeling for the young woman to hear the voice of the man that she had been chasing for her entire life: the last time she had heard that voice was 12 years ago, during the fateful night of her family’s massacre. However, with steely determination the female avenger managed to stay in character. They arranged for one of the few mafioso’s henchmen who was still alive to come and pick her up and drive her to the secret villa for their sexual encounter: obviously, the criminal did not know that his nemesis was on the other side of the line. Being a chauvinist macho pig he would never suspect that the mighty destroyer of his evil empire of crime could be a sexy voiced girl. The boss was in for a big surprise, the final one of his vile existence.
Another weapon in her arsenal was mystery. Nobody had survived her so far, so no one could reveal her physical appearance to the Boss. The chief had not the slightest idea of the name, let alone the looks, of this unstoppable mysterious warrior who was slaughtering all his accomplices. The only thing he knew is that no firearms had been used in the systematic elimination of his henchmen so far: apparently the only weapon that this unstoppable killing machine was using to destroy his giant crime organization were hands and, especially, feet. Indeed, to further humiliate her defeated opponents, the female executioner had stamped her bloody bare footprints all over their bodies and faces: she was literally walking over the bodies of her enemies to get to the Boss. Before they faced her though, the chauvinistic macho gangster would never believe that this mysterious assassin could ever be a ‘she’. This mafia clan was one of the biggest in the world with more than two hundred and fifty soldiers: now only 5 of them were still alive, including the Boss himself. It was impressive and scary to think that 245 feared criminals had been slaughtered by one single unstoppable -and unarmed - killing machine. When almost all of his most trusted compadres had been found dead, the boss got really scared. It was a new feeling for him: he was used to terrorize people from a position of power and privilege and now he was the one being chased and forced to run from danger. That was exactly what the young female avenger wanted: she wanted him to develop a profound fear and utter terror for a mysterious power that could destroy him at any time. She wanted the boss to experience what his victims had been going through because of him. Only then she would finally reveal herself to him: she knew that the simple realisation of having been terrified, weakened and cornered by a young woman would destabilize his misogynistic mind in their final confrontation. And then she would kill him by slowly demolishing every part of his manly body with her deadly female feet.
Fearing for his own life, the middle-aged boss had gone into hiding since a few weeks now: he escaped to a luxurious house set in a secret location from which he was having almost no contact with the outside world. It seemed like a perfect hiding place and he almost felt safe there. However, just like any man, the boss had a weakness…and he was going to pay a very high price for it. He was a sex addict: as such he could not resist the urge to call girls over to his place to cater for his many fetishes. The young and smart female martial arts avenger managed find out about his foe's sordid habit. She cleverly managed to hack the website/mobile number of the contact person that the gangster was using to book the girls. Eventually, she intercepted one of his calls. It was a very strange feeling for the young woman to hear the voice of the man that she had been chasing for her entire life: the last time she had heard that voice was 12 years ago, during the fateful night of her family’s massacre. However, with steely determination the female avenger managed to stay in character. They arranged for one of the few mafioso’s henchmen who was still alive to come and pick her up and drive her to the secret villa for their sexual encounter: obviously, the criminal did not know that his nemesis was on the other side of the line. Being a chauvinist macho pig he would never suspect that the mighty destroyer of his evil empire of crime could be a sexy voiced girl. The boss was in for a big surprise, the final one of his vile existence.
UNDERCOVER
The young female martial arts avenger drove her mini-van to the spot where one of the Boss’s henchmen was already waiting to pick her up and drive her to the villa in luxury car. She was wearing high heel shoes, black pantyhose and a very short dark blue Chinese dress. The lower ends of her mini dress had a slit on both sides so that she could kick her legs as high as she wanted…When the big mafioso henchman got to the pickup place, he could not help but gasp at the incredible beauty of the boss’s date. Her hair colour was dark-red and her stunning face features, heightened by a short haircut, resembled closely those of actress Scarlett Johansson. Being 175 cm tall though, her slender but athletic body could have belonged to a young Milla Jovovich: her perfectly shaped legs seemed to go on for miles. The man thought she was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. On the other hand, the gangster was a fat and balding man in his forties: it took a lot of imagination to believe that this superior specimen of female beauty and the beastly gangster both belonged to the human race… Aroused and excited, the mafioso kept sweating profusely while he was searching the sexy young woman with his hands to make sure she had no smart phones or any other tracking devices on her: ‘Go any further and you will have to pay’ - the woman told him as his hands were going up and down her shapely legs - ‘and I’m pretty sure you can’t afford me, slimeball’. For a moment the man was taken aback by the girls’ defiant remark.‘Shut up bitch!’, he replied unimaginatively, then she blindfolded the woman and pushed her in the backseat of the car. During the ride the mafioso immediately addressed the girl with the customary threats he reserved to all the call-girls that he had been driving to the villa: ‘As you know, all this must stay secret. If you ever speak to anyone about tonight, I will hunt you down and kill you personally… - He paused and smirked - but first I am gonna have fun with you, it would be a waste not to take advantage of a super-hot chick like yourself before wasting you…’. The girl replied confidently: ‘Don’t worry no one will know about what will go down tonight’.‘Good for you’- the man said -‘We are a very dangerous organisation and we will get you anywhere if you don’t behave, woman’. ‘Oooh, I know!’ the girl answered with a smile, maliciously pretending to be impressed. She could not help but feel amused thinking about how easy it had been for her to dismantle the ‘dangerous organisation’ that this dumb mafioso was boasting about: she knew very well that very little was left of it and that the gangster was bluffing to terrorise her.
During the trip, the man kept looking at the rearview mirror to check the incredibly sexy woman in the backseat. ‘Oh my god, you’re so hot’- he couldn’t help but exclaim looking at her sexy legs covered in black pantyhose – ‘Among the many bitches I have taken to the boss you are certainly the hottest one. Make sure my chief enjoys you and maybe he will let me take a ride over you as well after he’s done’.
The young woman smirked sassily and replied - ‘You can rest assured, fatso: I’ll make sure you and the boss will never forget this’. Once she said that, the blindfolded girl slipped off one of her black open-toed high heel shoes and extended her leg over to the drivers’s seat. Her calf was resting on the top edge of the seat, beside the henchman’s head and her foot was hanging right under the gangster’s lips. Initially, the gangster was surprised and upset by the girl’s bold move: ‘What the fuck are you doing, you filthy whore? Take that foot back or I’ll fucking cut it off!’ he yelled. In keeping with her bratty attitude, the blindfolded girl did not obey, on the contrary: she just smiled and kept dangling her sexy size 9 in front of the sweaty fat man’s lips. After a few seconds, being a closet female foot fetishist like most men, the middle-aged gangster just couldn’t resist the allure of that inviting foot. He started sniffing and kissing it passionately, getting inebriated with the texture of the pantyhose and the smell of the young woman’s incredibly sexy foot.
The girl smirked at the man’s predictable behavior. During the last ten months, since she began her systematic extermination of the mafiosi, she had been using these teasing techniques several times to lure and confuse the gangsters. Invariably, they were all weak and lustful men and most of them were rabid foot fetishists. It was a pleasure to beat and kill them with the same sexy feet with which she had been teasing them: it showed how women could easily overpower men mentally, sexually and physically. This gangster was not going to be an exception to the rule: actually, even if she was blindfolded she already had him wrapped around her finger…or around her toes, as it would be more appropriate to say in this case.
‘Easy big boy’- the young woman said to the middle aged criminal as he was still intent at tasting her shapely foot - ‘And please keep your eyes on the road and both your hands upon the wheel’. Among moans of pleasure the stupid mafioso was holding the car’s wheel with one hand while the other was already stroking his penis through his trousers. His mouth was going up and down the woman’s stockinged foot in a morbid sexual frenzy.
‘Control yourself, douchebag! I don’t want you to ruin my pantyhose or dirty up my precious foot with your disgusting saliva’. As soon as she said that, the young woman playfully kicked the man under the chin with her big toe. She then wiped her foot on the man’s large red cheek. Finally, she took back her foot as the man was still breathing heavily. ‘Hey slimeball, don’t forget that I am your boss’s prerogative tonight and not yours. Or do you want him to be angry at you when I tell him what happened during this ride? And besides, I am a high class lady and I only entertain very important people. Servants and slaves like yourself are barely qualified to kiss my feet: you should feel grateful to me for allowing you this privilege. Now show some professionalism: cool down, shut up and just get me to your master. However, you have my permission: if you want, you can wank about my foot later...’ - she smiled – ‘But maybe you'll have to ask permission to your boss even to have lonely a wank about one of his date’s feet. Hahaha…– the blindfolded girl laughed. After having been insulted, teased, denied and ridiculed the triggered man couldn’t take it anymore. Banging his hand on the wheel and foaming at the mouth he started screaming: ‘You are such a whore, you really are a proper bitch!!! How dare you speak to me like that? You don’t know who I am and what I am capable of!!! I am going to fucking kill you sooner than you think!!!’
Unbeknownst to the gangster, the young woman was very well aware of who her driver was and what he had done: the man had become much fatter and had lost most of his hair now but, as soon as the martial arts executrix had reached the pick-up place, she had recognised him as one of the men who had participated to the slaughter of her family. She already knew what she was going to do to him very soon. She only had to wait for the right moment to strike.
‘I will have those feet in my groin before tonight is over, whore!’ The man kept on bragging.
‘Do not worry, that can certainly be arranged’ the blindfolded woman smirked in reply ‘But you should always be very careful of what you wish for, big boy…’
The man was confused: he was angered by the fearless attitude of this sexy call girl, but at the time he was incredibly aroused by her. However, he could have never imagined that this bratty young woman was the much feared barefoot exterminator of all his fellow gangsters and that he was personally escorting such a lethal threat right into his clan’s last hiding place.
TEASED TO THE LIMIT
Finally, the car reached the outside gate of the villa. The man opened the big gateway with a remote control and parked inside the secret mansion’s walls. He then got out of the car and opened the rear door. She pointed a gun at the girl in the backseat and yelled: ‘We’ve arrived. Now get out bitch! It’s your time to shine’– the man joked, pathetically trying to match the girl’s punishing sarcasm. The woman did not reply: ignoring the gangster's orders, instead of getting out the car she just stuck one of her sexy legs out of the door. One undone shoe was dangling from the toes of her foot: it was the same foot with which she had teased the gangster during the ride.
‘What is this now? Are you gonna get out or not?’- the impatient gangster yelled at her. In reply, the woman just dangled her foot a little more. Maliciously faking helplessness, she told the furious man in a sulky but firm voice:
‘Do my shoe up, please. I can’t do it myself if I’m blindfolded. I don’t wanna stumble as I walk to the house and maybe dislocate my ankle. Your boss will be very angry at you if I get injured before I can meet him.’
The man could not believe the attitude of this whore. But there was nothing else he could do: the hooker had a point, he had to deliver her to his boss in good conditions. Just like him, the chief mafioso liked foot fetish action and he would have been very angry if her date for the night would show up with an injured foot due to the incompetence of one of his henchmen. He was scared to even think about the consequences he was going to pay for such a mishap. It was unbelievable for the gangster, this bratty beauty always seemed to have it her way with him: he just met her and she already managed to make a mockery of him, ridiculing his threats and his fetishism. Now she was making him get on his knees: what was next? If only the big man knew what was awaiting him…
So, as he kept muttering threats and insults directed at the girl, the big man got down on his knees to do the shoe up. He had to reach with his fat and clumsy hands behind her heel to lace up a leather string. As it’s typical of every man, the gangster’s brain could process just one action at the time: his eyes were now on the girl’s mesmerising foot and his chubby fingers were having a hard time doing up her sexy shoe. Concentrated on his task he could not see what the upper part of the woman’s body was doing. The big man was kneeling in front of his hostage with his head just over her lap, exposing his lardy nape to her hand strike and his nose to her lethal knee. That’s exactly what the young woman wanted him: it was time for her to spring into action. She started raising her hand to perform a karate chop to the back of the man’s head which would have rendered him immediately unconscious. At the last second though, she noticed that the man had parked right in front of a security camera…to her disappointment, she had to hold back and wait for another moment to strike…however, she did not pass this chance to further ridicule and psychologically submit the fat man kneeling at her feet. Indeed, while he was doing her shoe up the young girl casually started stroking the man’s penis with her big toe. Her shoe was open toed so she could perform her teasing easily, playfully caressing the man’s swollen gland through his trousers: the man’s penis had been painfully erect since the first second he had seen the woman, so this further provocation sent him in a further state of confusion. As his dick started to get wet with pre-cum, the man became all red in the face, his disgusting sweating increased and his difficulties in coming to terms with the leather string behind the girl’s pantyhosed heel intensified.
‘Oooh what’s up, big boy?’– The girl mocked the struggling gangster – ‘You are having an hard time lacing up a girl’s shoe? Maybe being around my foot is making you too emotional? Well actually it looks like your dick is very ready to pay homage to my foot!’ -she said as she kept on stroking his pulsating dick with her foot. She knew she was taking him to the point of no return…’However, it would be very disrespectful towards your boss if you happened to climax earlier than him tonight. If you come now, I will immediately tell your boss that you already wanted a footjob from me. I’ll tell him that you have put your own pleasure before his right to have me first. How do you think he’d take this?’
The man was totally confused, he wanted to come so badly but he knew the girl was right once again. The boss would have killed him for that act of disrespect: Führerprinzip was sacred in the Mafia. Morevoer, it would have been impossible to convince the chauvinistic boss that a young girl had taken command of a middle aged gangster to the point of leading him to an uncontrollable orgasm almost against his will: his life would be over and his dignified legacy as a mafioso would have been forever shattered. – ‘P…p…p…lease stop– the man stuttered –Please don’t do this to me...’
The girl laughed at the humiliating state in which she had reduced the gangster. She was the one being taken hostage and blindfolded while he was the one on the right side of the gun: however it was the woman who was calling the shots. She only had to move her big toe slightly to have absolute command over him or even determine his destiny. ‘Ok slave – laughed the girl – me and my toe have decided to save your life: I don’t want to disrespect the mafia hierarchies: this special treatment is reserved to the boss only’ - She suddenly stopped stroking the man’s penis, painfully denying him another almost inevitable orgasm: just one more sultry caress of her pantyhosed toe to the man’s penis and he would have certainly exploded in the most powerful climax of his life – 'But hurry up with that fucking shoe! We haven’t got all night!' - the woman yelled at him. Completely overwhelmed and conquered by the woman's attitude, the fat man shivered like a grovelling dog who had just been reproached by its master.
Finally, despite his shaking hands, the confusion in his mind and the pain in his groin, the denied gangster managed to secure the leather string behind the girl’s heel. ‘Finally, you don’t seem to be very accustomed to girl’s garments do you? Not too many experiences maybe?- the woman sarcastically remarked – ‘However, good job. Now you only have to thank my toe for stopping before it was too late for you and saving your life'. Once she said that, the woman casually put her open toed shoe in front of the kneeling man’s lips. At this point the man was completely shocked. Was there a limit to this woman’s ability to turn the tables in her favour and humiliate him? ‘Come on, big bald douchebag! You know what you have to do! Or do you want me to speak to your boss about this embarassing episode?– Once again, the man had no choice: this young girl had him against the wall once more. And moreover her foot was too inviting for him to resist: still on his knees, he kissed her sexy toe and took his head back.
‘That’s it? - The woman replied – That’s how you express your gratitude? No, no, no! Please do this properly or else! You first have to say: ‘Thank you my lady’s merciful toe for sparing my worthless life’ and then you can kiss it.– Surprised by this further degrading demand, the man hesitated for a second – C’mon say it! We need to move forward here! – the girl yelled.
Absolutely humbled by the young woman who was supposed to be his hostage, the man complied. He hung his head down in front of her foot and uttered – T…tthank you, my lady’s merciful toe, for sparing my worthless life’. Then he devotedly kissed that pretty but all powerful female toe.
'Finally!- the lady replied – It’s so hard to get the right words out of you men sometimes: now kiss the other foot’s toe as well or it might get jealous and give you that little final stroke down there, just out of spite.I know my feet very well, they can get very capricious at times…’
The woman defiantly presented her other foot under the man’s lips: now completely subservient to this tremendous girl, the middle-aged gangster repeated the humiliating formula he had been instructed to recite and then duly kissed the pantyhosed cover toe.
‘Good!- said the girl – now that we’ve settled this little matter we can go!’
Finally, the big man stood up, trying to recover whatever little control he had left over this incredible woman who just made him kiss her feet in gratitude. Completely overwhelmed by her ruthless attitude, he just couldn’t process how she had managed to submit him to this degree during the short time of a car ride. ‘Could you please get out and walk in front of me now?’ The man said. His tone had become much gentler, compared to his previous rude and menacing attitude: ‘Oohh now I am starting to like you a little more, fatso!’ the girl said exhuberantly– ‘Good manners are always appreciated when you are speaking to a lady.’ The woman got out of the car proudly and started walking on the pathway that lead to the villa’s door, while the confused gangster was stumbling behind her at very close distance, with a gun pointed to her sensual back.
DEATH IN THE GARDEN
The long and winding pathway leading to the house was entirely covered by a series of high wooden arches. All over and among the arches vegetation and climbing plants had grown abundantly to form a long, green tunnel which led to a little square just in front of the main house door. It was all very luxurious but also very dark at night. Under the green tunnel, the woman was walking ahead confidently, while the still confused man was plodding behind her: he was very careful and preoccupied, since this woman had already demonstrated to be fearless and totally unpredictable. At this point he only wanted to deliver her to the Boss and then run to his room to jerk off furiosuly thinking about her and what she had done to him with her foot: then, depending on the boss's mood for the night, he was going to wait for further orders to take her home or dispose of her corpse. One thing was for sure, the balding mafioso was thinking to himself as he stumbled behind this formidable young woman - he was going to masturbate about her for the rest of his life. He already knew that he was going to ask to every prostitute he was going to meet in his life to re-enact what this mysterious young woman had just done to him. It's incredible how easily the feet of a strong, fearless girl can completely and permanently reshape and reconfigure a man's sexual psyche in a matter of minutes... However, nothing could ever prepare the fat dude for what this unforgettable lady had planned for him that night... As they were getting close to the end of the tunnel, the middle-aged gangster reached out into his jacket to get his cell phone: he called another henchman - who was inside the house - telling him to get ready to open the door to let in the girl. He put his phone back in the inside pocket of his jacket but when he looked ahead again he had a shocking surprise: the young woman was gone! She was no longer walking ahead of him. Suddenly, this mysterious lady was nowhere to be seen! She seemed to have disappeared into the night! The only thing left of her were twosexy high heel shoes, lying on the floor in front of him. Alarmed, the fat man looked to his left, to his right and behind him too: nothing. This tremendous woman seemed to have vanished into thin air: only her shoes were left, a potent reminder of her sexy footpower. ‘Damn bitch!’ the man screamed. He frantically reached back into his pocket for the phone but he had to stop because he heard a sultry but firm female voice just above his head.
‘Foul language again, I hear’ the voice said. The man looked right above his head and, to his shock, he could see the girl hanging perpendicularly to the floor from one of the arches. Like a gymnast, she was holding on to one of the wooden arches with her hands. Her legs were spread apart in a mid-air split position: for a second the man enjoyed a vision of her sexy underwear. She had slipped off her shoes and jumped up there in the millisecond in which the man got distracted with the phone: the wooden bar she was holding on was very high but she had leapt up there effortlessly. Right above his head, almost touching it actually, the astonished man could see the woman's sensual soles and toes, only covered by a thin layer of see through black nylon. ‘Hi! Were you looking for me?’– the girl said tauntingly looking down on the shocked mafioso – ‘Well I guess you found me!’. The gangster did not even have the time to point his gun at her because the girl slammed her legs together with incredible force. To the left and to the right of the gangster’s head, the heels of her pantyhosed feet impacted with the fat man’s temples with tremendous force. Almost as if he got shot by lighting the man’s body stood rigid and stiff for a second and then collapsed to the floor, lying on his back. Still hanging perpendicularly to the floor the girl smiled in satisfaction. She had effortlessly managed to knock the big man out while she was still blindfolded: all those years of zen-like training were paying off. Then she abandoned her grip on the wooden arch and let gravity do the rest: even if she could not see, she easily managed to land with both feet right on the man’s face, forever crushing his facial bones. The terrified man could see her pretty size 9 soles coming down on his face until he felt the tremendous impact on his cheekbones, nose and jaws, which were immediately fractured. He tried to scream but nothing came out of his lungs. Moreover the nylon-covered soles of girl standing on his face prevented him from opening his mouth. ‘Ok now it’s time to take this off, what do you think?- The girl said removing her blindfold - Wow, it’s nice here! – she said - looking around with childlike enthusiasm. Then she addressed the man suffering beneath her feet ‘Hey you might be wondering why you can’t speak, scream or move’– the girl said, sounding like a primary school teacher talking to one of her pupils –‘Well, that’s because I have just executed a double hammer kick to your temples: it's a specialty of mine. Feeling privileged? You should be and you are welcome! However, the simultaneous impact of my heels on your temples has caused an immediate breakdown of your nervous system, blocking all your movements and depriving you of most of your physical abilities. You will not be able to move, speak or walk anymore for the rest of your life. Don’t worry too much about it though, that will amount to a very short time anyway. However, you can still hear, see and, most importantly, suffer. And that’s when the fun starts, well at least for me.’- The girl laughed while the man spread his eyes in terror under her feet - ‘You see, this is one of the main differences between me and you: I can demolish you and thrash you around with my kicks because I am a free woman. On the other hand, you are just a servant, a slave and you must ask permission to your boss even for kissing my feet or for getting a footjob.'– the woman said –
‘Speaking of which…I know that you are loving my soles on your face because you are a nothing but a lurid foot fetishist pig, but now I must descend from you because I need to take you somewhere more intimate to finish this, if you don’t mind.’ Having said that, she stepped off the man’s face and started kicking his body, making it roll over to the side of the archway among the woods. Once there, she put one foot on the man’s neck and said ‘Now that we have some privacy let me ask you a question: do you remember these people? From a little fold in her tight minidress, she took out passport sized pictures of her entire family, including herself as a 9-years old and showed them to the terrified gangster- Well of course you do, don’t you? Well I am the one you could not find, the little girl you thought you had burned alive. I could see what you did to my family, I could see it all! – she hissed - I am here for retribution. It is me, I am the one who has killed all your fellow Mafiosi: it’s been a pleasure to crush them slowly under my feet. – The man was in total shock: he had just found out that the youngest daughter of the secret agent’s family had survived and that she turned into the merciless killer who had slaughtered their entire clan with her kicks. He also realised that he had been fooled and outsmarted by this formidable woman way beyond what he actually thought it was possible. The lady continued: ‘Those who – like yourself - have slaughtered my parents are the ones to whom I have inflicted the most intense and prolonged suffering. My only regret is that I cannot make you suffer for as long as I originally planned to. You see, I will finally get your boss tonight and, as I said before, I can’t waste my time with you. However, growing up without my parents turned me into a very resourceful girl. I have thought of a funny game that will keep you suffering atrociously for a fair amount of time, while I take care of your chief.'
As soon as her speech ended, the martial arts executrix jumped with both feet on the man’s groin, crushing his still erect penis and his swollen balls. Standing on the man’s crotch she started pumping her feet on his genitals alternatively, like she was marching on the spot: she looked like a woman making wine in the traditional way, crushing grapes under her feet. ‘You said you wanted to have my feet in your groin tonight right? I told you that it could be arranged. Well here they are, you are welcome to my feet. See? I always keep my word! - the beautiful young woman took a little pause and then she added - I was not joking when I said careful what you wish for though’. She clenched her perfect teeth in concentration, as her feet were pummeling the man’s genitalia to a pulp. The man underneath her lethal feet was experiencing unbelievable levels of pain but he could not utter a word let alone move a muscle. The young girl’s thundering double hammer kick had caused a total paralysis to the middle aged gangster’s body. Inside his brain and all over his body however the pain was as loud as hell.
When the woman felt nothing but a squishy pulp under her feet, she stopped her alternate pummeling action. For good measure though she kicked between the mafioso’s legs a few times and then she jumped again to execute the definitive double stomp kick to his groin. When her meticulous castration of the man beneath her was completed, she stopped to take a breath and to inspect her work. Her nylon covered feet were now resting in a little pool made of blood, various disgusting organic liquids which had emerged from the man’s squashed genitals and semen. Yes, the man was so much under the sexual spell of this young woman’s feet that he had managed to come despite the destruction that was being brought to his genitals. His repeatedly denied climax finally happened in death, even if he paid the highest price for it: Eros and Thanatos were deeply interconnected in this young executrix experience. The young woman shook her head in disbelief even if by now she got used to this: almost all the men that she had killed with her feet had been found with semen stains in their pants. As they died, having been destroyed in their ego, bodies and mind by a sexy woman, these men couldn't help but pay the most spontaneous and instinctive homage that their simple phisiology could come up with to celebrate the superiority of this perfect female angel of retribution. ‘There you are you got the footjob you wanted so bad, you filthy fetishist’ she hissed at him. ‘Goodbye now - she told him - I am off to greater things. You will stay here and suffer in silence. From the amount of blood you are losing down there, I predict that you still have a few hours of hellish pain in front of you. If you are lucky, you’ll be dead by sunrise: for what you have done, I should have made you suffer for a much longer time but that’s all that I can do for you tonight. If there'a an afterlife, you can rest assured that I will hunt you down there too and make sure you will get all your dues. For now, than you for the ride and enjoy your pre-death by castration agony, scumbag!’
BOYS WILL BE…KICKED!
As soon as she had finished addressing the dying scumbag under her feet, the girl’s attention was attracted by a sound coming from the big wooden door of the villa.
The mafioso which had been warned by the chauffeur about the call girl’s arrival had walked out the door to inspect the entrance pathway. Too many minutes had passed since the driver’s had called him. Suspecting that something might have gone wrong, he started walking down the archway armed with an electric torch and a shotgun.
As he cautiously inspected the premises, the man started shouting the chaffeur’s name ‘Mario, everything’s ok? Mario, where are you?’. Mario could not respond because he had been purposedly and completely been paralysed and forever made mute by the martial arts avenger. However the girl realised she had another problem: her shoes were still there, in the middle of the stone path under the archway. She had to act swiftly to prevent the mafioso from calling the general alarm and informing the boss. Moving fluidly like a shadow in the dark, she left the bush under which she was hiding to spring into action.
When the mafioso reached the middle of the arched stone pathway, he found the pair of sexy female shoes down on the floor. It was a clear sign that something was not right. He began searching for his cellphone to call his other mates and the boss but he suddenly stopped when he heard the sound of very fast shoeless steps coming towards him from the other end of the stone pathway, which was completely dark. As the speed of the steps intensified and their sound became louder and louder, he pointed the torch in the direction of the noise but as soon as he did that the sound stopped: all that the man managed to do afterwards was to acknowledge that two pantyhosed covered feet were flying towards him. The young woman had walked back a few meters on the pathway and started running in the dark towards the mafioso: when he pointed his torch towards her it was too late for him. She had already jumped in the air to perform an explosive double kick to his chest. Her slender and athletic body was perfectly parallel to the ground as her nylon covered feet hit the mafioso’s chest with tremendous force and precision. Still wet from the castration of the chauffeur, her soles left two bloody footprints on the man’s white shirt: most importantly, the impact of the young woman’s double kick drove the man’s ribs straight through his chest and heart, piercing several vital organs. The power of the kick sent the man flying across the pathway until he landed under a small stone wall in the garden. He found himself in a sitting position, with his head and back now leaning against the wall. It was a perfect hiding point also for the girl, so she slid besides him. Quickly, she adjusted herself in a comfortable position so that her upper back and neck were lying against the wall and her lower back was resting on the floor: in this way she could extend her right leg sideways to her left, where the shell-shocked young man was sitting and coughing blood. As soon as she was ready, the girl kicked to the side and drove her right foot under the gangster’s chin: with extreme precision her big toe hit the man right in his Adam’s Apple. With her kick, she sent the guy’s Adam Apple right to the back of his throat, cutting his air supply and preventing him to speak or scream. The Lady kept her toe pressed against his Adam Apple as she addressed the blessed man. ‘Hi– she told him with one of her irresistible smiles –Do you come here often? This is my favourite spot too!- She added sarcastically – OK, let’s be serious, at this point you might have understood who I am. My feet have already introduced me to you, so to speak. Let me explain you briefly what they have just done to you. With my flying double kick I have driven your ribs through your lungs and heart. You will die as soon as your lungs are completely filled with blood: not nice, I’m telling you. Alternatively, you will die from your heart collapsing, which is preferable for you, if you ask me.’ Tears started running on the man’s cheeks, as he heard his death sentence coming from the inviting lips of the beautiful executrix. Sitting beside him, with a sexy leg stretched across her body to keep her toe pressuring under his chin, the girl was intensely looking at his face with her beautiful green eyes. The dying mafioso was very young: more or less he was the same age as his executrix. There was no way that he could have taken part to the massacre. However he had made the wrong life choice of joining the mafia and partaking in the boss’s hideous activities. It was clear that, since most of his most trusted man had already been eliminated, the boss was now employing young, unexperienced recruits to protect himself. Undeterred, the girl continued her casual explanation: ‘There’s more though: with my toe on your Adam's Apple I’m currently blocking your capacity to speak so that you are not tempted to scream for the pain or to call for help. Also, I’m partially blocking your breathing, another thing that will lead you to death soon. By the way your Adam's Apple has been just pulverized: not that you will need it for much longer’ she said with a matter-of-factly tone. She liked to target specific male features with her kicks: it made men feel more vulnerable and genetically inferior to women.
As she was telling these terrible things to the dying mafia boy, she was speaking calmly almost as if she was talking to a friend who she had met on a lunch break among college classes. Looking at them from a distance they could be mistaken for a young couple lying against a short wall to kiss and exchange cuddles…Unfortunately for the boy, that was not the case. However, the Executrix could not help but notice that the mafia boy she had just wasted was also very handsome. ‘You are very good looking and you must be more or less my age: I could have dated you if you weren’t a shitty mafioso!’ -she told him with a hint of regret in her voice, as she pushed her toe harder on his Adam’s Apple to remark her disappointment.
Then she picked up a passport sized picture of her sister and showed it to him: ‘She was really pretty too, don’t you think? She was almost the same age as you and me when the men from your clan raped, disfigured, mutilated and killed her. Then they burned her body. When they found her body, no one was able to recognise her. Only the forensic police was able to identify her. She was my sister. You were not there but perhaps your uncle, your cousin or your father have taken part to the massacre. Who knows? In these retarded Mafia clans you are all related. The Family is important as you always say. And anyway, even if you are not related to any of these men you deserve what’s happening to you just for being part of this. We all have a choice and you made the wrong one. My sister and my brother had nothing to do with the feud between my parents and your clan but your men killed them anyway’. She took a pause before continuing.
‘So here’s what I am going to do to you next: I’m going to kick your face relentlessly until no-one, not even your mother, will be able to recognise you. I am not mentioning your father because I have most certainly kicked him to death already. What do you think? I think it’s only fair because you are a fucking scumbag mafioso just like any other.’
The young man listened to the pretty girl’s speech and nodded slightly in resignated approval of his winning foe's words. She was completely right: not only she had already killed his father, but also all his older brothers, cousins and uncles. The young man was the only surviving male of his family: he had joined the Mafia driven by the a burning desire avenge his relatives and restore the honour of his clan. Clearly, things had turned out quite differently for the deluded young gangster. With utter shock, he had just discovered in the hardest possibile way that the unstoppable killing machine that exterminated all his beloved ones was a single and incredibly pretty woman. And now he was at her mercy too: she had outfought him with one single move. It was painfully clear now that this long legged young woman was the one who was going to pursue her righteous revenge and not him. Completely powerless against the immense and effortless superiority of his female opponent, the boy could only accept the shameful destiny of all the men in his once proud family: to die by and under the feet of this young woman warrior. As it always happened to all men who had given in to her, the boys' dick rose up to an inevitable erection.
'Good!'-the young woman said acknowledging both his feeble nod and his potent erection with a confident smile – 'I’m glad to know that you agree with me in more ways than one. Now get ready for a perfect storm of kicks landing on your pretty face boy!'
She removed her toe from the boy's Adam’s Apple and brought her leg 180° degrees back, almost as she was loading a catapult. She shoot the first kick to the boy’s face so hard that a cloud of blood came out on the impact. That was just the beginning though because she kicked again and again and again: like a velvety sledgehammer, the top of her pantyhosed foot was bringing absolute devastation to the pretty boy’s features. Sometimes she changed the angle of her foot to use her big toe to stab his eye sockets. Very soon both of the boy’s eyeballs started sliding on his cheeks only to be squashed under other merciless female kicks. After a series of one hundred kicks to the young boy’s face, her foot was not meeting any resistance: it felt like kicking into a clod of semi-liquid mud. What was formerly a pretty boy’s face was now a sewage of blood and organic fluids coming from the inside of his head. Incredibly, the formerly handsome young mafioso was still breathing: that only meant that he had been able to experience every single nuance of pain that the young woman’s feet had brought to him during the relentless kicking series. She was happy about that, but now she had to move on.
The executrix attentively inspected the boy's face one more time, like an artist checking the state of his work. She was satisfied with what she had accomplished. Predictably the boy had climaxed too and a huge cum stain was now clearly visible through his trousers. To complete her demolition job, the young woman finally changed position. She placed herself on all fours in front of her victim so that her perfect behind was facing the destroyed kid. She turned her head to speak to the boy for the last time. 'I am sorry -for you - that this is the only experience you will have with me darling: however you will soon join all the male pigs in your family and in your clan in hell. Down there, you and them will masturbate for eternity remembering how I killed you with my feet! So let me wish you an happy eternal wank party as I terminate your existence!'. As soon as she said that, she turned her neck to straight ahead of her and away from the boy behind her. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she put one foot on the boy’s face to better identify his position and to practice her aim. Then she brought her foot back and shot an incredibly powerful mule kick to what was left of the kid's head. On impact, the young woman's heel completely disintegrated the boy's forehead while the ball of her foot split open what was left of his chin. The boy’s head exploded like it had been hit by a bazooka, leaving a rainbow of gore on the already bloodied wall. The girl’s size 9 foot went entirely through his skull to the point that it hit the wall behind it, leaving a pretty but bloody footprint into the concrete. With his head smashed in half like a pumpkin, now the young mafioso was really dead. The executrix did not admit it to herself but hers was actually an act of mercy towards the pretty young boy: with her final mule kick she saved him some more minutes of incredible pain before death. It was the first time that she shortened the suffering of one of her victims. ‘Pretty boys have all the luck!’ she thought to herself with a smirk. Finally, the young girl stood up leaving the headless corpse behind her. As she was running to get her shoes which were still lying in the middle of the stone path, she updated her score to 247 men killed. According to her estimates, she had to deal with another two gangsters before getting to the really big fish. Finally, it was time to get into the big boss's house. Holding her shoes in her hands, she walked through the massive wooden door, ready to go all the way before the night was over.
(to be continued...)
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