FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE PT.2: A FAMILY AFFAIR

A story By Kicked72. 

Featuring exclusive artwork by Mad Tomy (www.madtomy.com)

Pt. 2 of 5: see previous post for Part 1

Breaking In

The young female martial arts avenger walked through the imposing wooden door of the villa with the confidence, the fluidity, and the authority of a panther. Once she got in, she found herself all alone in the middle of the huge entrance hall. In the previous days, she had studied the anti-intrusion system and the planimetry of the entire mansion with extreme accuracy, so she knew exactly where to go. She also knew that after having disposed of the first two henchmen, she wouldn’t have to face any other opponents until she reached the corridor leading to the underground bunker where the boss was hiding. After that, there was a staircase going down several steps, leading right into the bunker’s blast doors. The corridor leading to the staircase was guarded by two Mafiosi: this was the ultimate checkpoint, the last hurdle between her and the main objective of her revenge, the big boss. Before moving forwards with her plan, the young woman entered one of the villas many bathrooms and checked herself in the mirror. Demolishing the two first goons had been so easy for her that she still looked like she had just stepped out of an exclusive beauty salon. She only needed to wash her hands, straighten her mini dress a little bit and run her fingers through her beautiful dark red hair to look perfectly in order. However, she was so naturally pretty that even if she had turned up in rags, no-one would have raised an eyebrow: her hot body, perfect face and feline-like green eyes could mesmerise anyone in the space of one single look. Despite all the power kicking that she had already performed in it, her black pantyhose looked fine too. However, as she was slipping her high heels on again, she noticed that there was a little scratch on the thin nylon tissue under the sole of her pretty right foot. For a moment she pondered over a change of pantyhose: she reached for her petite crossbody purse but then she thought that, after all, the next two sicarios were not worth a fresh pair of nylons.

She smiled into the mirror, assumed a voluptuous sexy-lady stare again and then exited the luxurious first-floor bathroom. With sure footed confidence, she ventured into the big halls and corridors of the mansion, on her way to her inexorable revenge.

It's All in the Family

Totally unaware of what had just happened to their fellow gangsters, the last two henchmen of the boss were sitting behind the big wooden door which opened on the long corridor at the end of which there was a dark staircase which lead to the bunker were the Capo dei Capi was currently hiding. They knew they were the big boss’s last defense from the terrifying enemy that had slaughtered the entire clan, making hundreds of mafia families cry with pain and dishonor. Actually the two big men were related, and very strictly too. The oldest looking one - he was in his early fifties - was probably the Boss’s most trusted sicario.He was a big man, tall and large: he had accompanied the boss in all of his most infamous actions during his clan’s rise and reign. He was also one of the men who attacked the young martial artist’s house, abundantly partaking in the violence and abuse towards her family! Sitting in front of him, there was a much younger and fresh-faced gangster. He was the arch sicario’s son and he was not supposed to be there, at least not in his dad’s original plans. He was the Mafia man’s youngest son: as such he was destined to become a lawyer or a politician, curating the clan’s interests and protecting their affairs with corruption and bias. His three older male brothers had already become soldiers for the Clan: obviously they had been already slaughtered and humiliated by the mysterious avenger. Two uncles and several cousins of the young boy had suffered the same death too: basically, the two men guarding the corridor were not only the last two living gangsters of the clan but also the only two surviving male members of their family. However, just like the other fresh recruit that the female avenger had already killed outside the villa, the young boy was so full of rage and desire for revenge that his father had to accept his request to join the gang, even if he knew that this might represent the end of their name. Moreover, the clan was so desperate to recruit new fighting sicarios that they couldn’t afford to say no. Even if he was just eighteen the young boy was ‘made’ with a quick ritual and sent out into this desperate battle against this silent and unstoppable killer. After having lost three sons the young boy’s distressed mother was desperately trying to change his latest's mind, but there was nothing she could do against the will of the clan. Despite knowing that this was very close to signing a death warrant for his only remaining child, the mafia dad was proud of his son’s choice: sentiments of revenge and hatred were considered good fuel for a soldier. After all, with classic macho delusion, the boss’s second man still entertained the thought that he was going to eventually stop and kill the mysterious bare handed exterminator. After getting rid of this problem, the Clan would rise again, he thought, and his boss would be so grateful with him: who knows, maybe one day he and his son were going take over and lead the clan together taking the criminal world by storm once again!

But now here they were, father and son, spending another sleepless night together to guard their boss’s security: they had been doing this for one full month now. Armed to the teeth and sitting in front of each other on two little stools, they were waiting for the big boss’s dose of sex to arrive: their task was to check the girl for microphones and arms and, at the end of the date, escort her out back to the car where the chauffeur was waiting to take her back. Sometimes, when the boss was in a funny mood, they also had to get rid of the girl’s lifeless body: after all, the boss could do what he wanted with the girls. All the prostitutes came from a world-wide sex trafficking network which was controlled by the clan itself: ultimately, they were the Boss’s property and he had power of life and death over them…

Kicking Drill Festival

When they heard a knock on the door the two men stood up and nodded to each other. The father checked the security camera and was pleased with what he saw. A stunning lady was standing alone in front of the door, waiting. He ordered his son to open the door. ‘Hi darlings’ said the girl with a tone that combined joviality with sensuality. The two men couldn’t avoid from being distracted by the incredible beauty in front of them: she was by far the best looking hooker that the agency had ever sent to the boss! As a result, both men immediately had an erection as they were pointing their guns at her. ‘Raise your hands whore, we have to search you’– said the older of the two as he nodded to his son to go and inspect the girl’s body for weapons or planted mics. The girl theatrically raised her arms in the air ‘You’re welcome boy’ she said provocatively. The boy nervously obeyed and, while sweating profusely for the excitement, proceeded to run his hands all over her from head to toe. ‘Remove her high heels and bring them here’- ordered the father - ‘she might hide something in her shoes’. The young mafioso was a closet foot fetishist since his early puberty: fighting against his own lust, which dictated him to throw himself at this beautiful woman’s feet to kiss and lick them, the boy nervously removed the girl’s shoes and brought them to his dad. The older mafioso, a secret foot fetishist himself, inspected both shoes taking the chance to give them a good sniff: the inebriating smell of the woman’s perfume mixed with a tiny bit of sweat - which had transferred from the girl’s nylons to her shoes from the previous fights - invaded the man’s nostrils making his hard-on even bigger and stiffer than before. After a few seconds of rapture he collected himself and handed the shoes back to his son who, feeling validated by his father’s inability to resist, gave a good long sniff to the shoes himself. As she watched this pathetic display of  weak cross-generational male lust the young female avenger couldn’t help but smile and roll her beautiful eyes: just like all men these two were desperate foot fetishists who were trying to cover their desire to fall under a woman’s feet with their machismo and toxic masculinity. She knew that it was going to take her just a few minutes to make these men realise the reality of their inner nature.

Moreover, by removing her shoes they had just freed her most lethal weapons - her feet - which were now ready to spring into action!

Without even putting her hands down, the young woman suddenly lashed out with one of her long nylon-covered legs. Her foot impacted with the older man’s wrist, breaking it instantly: the man screamed in pain as his bones and tendrils broke. Then she switched legs to hit the elbow of the man’s other arm with the heel of her right foot: she could feel the satisfying crunch of breaking bones under her foot and that familiar sound made her smile. She knew that the type of kicks she had just performed on the mafioso invariably caused irreparable fractures which no surgery could mend: this knowledge gave her deep satisfaction. With both arms atrociously broken, the man could no nothing but drop his gun on the floor. In less than a second, this sexy young girl had made a 50 years old gangster a cripple by only using her feet. Amongst screams of pain the old man yelled at his son: ‘Shoot this fucking bitch!’. Still holding the woman’s shoes in one of his hands the boy was completely shocked by what he had just witnessed. Until a few instants before - and since the beginning of his life - he had thought of his father as an invincible fighter...but now this once almighty figure had suddenly been turned into a defenseless wreck by the fragrant feet of a beautiful woman. And it all happened front of his incredulous eyes! The young boy's entire world of macho respect for his criminal dad had been destroyed in less than a second by the feet of a sexy looking girl. However, the boy did not have too much time to think about his father’s painful fiasco, because the young female turned her attention on him with the same skill and ferocity. With four lighting speed kicks, the woman warrior kicked both his elbows and his wrists breaking each one the boy’s arms in four different points. As a result the young man dropped both her shoes and his gun on the floor, howling for the unexpected and excruciating pain. Both father and son were crying in agony in front of the red-haired beauty that had just made them two disabled men. With her typical ironic attitude the girl looked up at her own arms which were raised in the air: ‘Well I guess I can put my arms down now, what do you think gentlemen?’ - the two men replied with more pained moans - ‘Actually, as we have just seen, I could defeat you easily without using my arms…or even blindfolded as your friend whom I have left for dead in the park can confirm – the young girl sassily winked at the two agonising men before continuing – ‘There was one time when I fought with my hands tied behind my back and with a blindfold on my eyes: on that occasion, I’ve killed more than twenty of your family men by only using my feet, as you might have heard…therefore I guess that you can easily understand how easy this is for me tonight…‘- she stopped for a second and then she said – ‘Oh yes, in case you are still wondering: I am the one who singlehandedly slaughtered all your compadres. And I did it my way, so start spreading the news: two trained female feet can destroy hundreds of fully armed Mafia men like you guys. But don’t act too surprised about it, because this is just an anticipation of the future: women will rule again soon and they will do it by the foot’ - The girl paused briefly to appreciate how her words were sending the two men into deeper states of psychological and physical pain – ‘But now let’s get back to tonight's business: how can we make our meeting meaningful for my purposes and at the same time give you the chance of doing something useful for the first time in your life?’ – with a quirky smile she looked behind the two men’s shoulder – ‘Well, I think I’ve got it guys! This is a very long corridor and I’ve got two walking kicking bags in front of me: this is just a perfect situation to train my jumping machine-gun side-kicks just before I move on to execute your big boss. What do you think?’ Her words were met by more pained whimpers by the two men who were staggering in front of her. ‘Great ragazzi, I’m glad you agree with me. So shall we start?’ Balancing on one leg she assumed a taekwondo high side kick position: her left foot was threateningly suspended in the air, right between the faces of the two tall men. ‘Get ready for the most painful backwards walk of your life!'– She said with a jolly tone, sounding like a baby sitter announcing a fun game to a couple of children. Immediately after that, she started jabbing her foot alternatively into the faces of the two men, while she was making little jumps forwards with her other leg. Pushed by her unstoppable kicks, the two men started stepping backwards like two big unsteadily standing lobsters: she kicked them without any pause, jumping forward on one leg, pushing the father and the son down the 50mt long corridor. It was a surreal, almost comical scene: a beautiful, long legged girl dressed in pantyhose and a chinese dress was making the two men stumble bacwkards all the way through a long corridor with her machine gun kicks. With each jump/kick she let out a sassy ‘Kyia!’ scream which was met with the whimpering of the two doomed men.

Her kicks only looked like jabs but were actually extremely powerful and accurate. Each contact of her foot with the faces of the father and son couple, was causing microfractures and traumas: once the strange threesome made it to the end of the corridor, both men had their jaw, teeth, cheekbones, noses, lips, eyebrow arches, eyes and each part of their faces either broken, bloodied and irreparably compromised. Due to their copious bleeding their shirts had changed color, from white to red. Just a few steps before they reached the staircase leading do the bunker, the young girl paused her relentless attack on the men’s facial features. Another kick and the two men would have fallen down the stairs hitting the bunkers massive blast door. With satisfaction, she inspected the damage she had brought to the men’s faces. With girlish enthusiasm, she yelled: ‘Two hundred and sixty kicks in fifty meters guys! That was very good but not exactly my record. However, we can still try to break it on the way back! Are you ready to walk back to where we started? Are you ready to taste my right foot now? This is my favourite kicking leg, so let’s say that I’m going to put my best foot forward…all over your faces!’ the girl giggled childishly to her own joke. To the horror of the two men, who were staggering like zombies in front of her, this was just the beginning of their suffering. With the grace of an olympic gymnast, the girl leapt in the air and landed with one foot on the shoulder of each man. The she jumped down and, as she took off, she pushed with her feet against the men’s backs making them spin around so that they were facing her. In this way, the strange trio was ready to make its way back for the entire lenght of the corridor. The female martial artists assumed her high side kick position again: this time her right foot was performing the kicks, while she was effortlessly balancing on her left leg. And to the desperation of the two overwhelmed Mafiosi the ‘walk of kicks’ started again: this time the woman was pushing them back to where they started from. Always balancing and jumping forward on one leg, with her other foot she relentlessly jabbed the faces of the two men pushing them all the way back for the entire length of the corridor one more time. She was now kicking with even more conviction, precision, and power. With each kick, the blood gushing from the men’s faces was spraying on either side of the corridor, changing the color of the walls from white to red, in accordance with their shirts. The occasional tooth or piece of cartilage was also flying, getting mixed with the blood on the walls and on the floor. After another 50 meters of unstoppable machine gun kicks the fighters found themselves back to where they started from. At this point the faces of the two men had been horribly modified by the young woman’s relentless kicking: with her feet girl had just turned two male faces into abstract paintings whose primary colours where blood red and concussion black. ‘280 kicks! I told you I was going to beat my record with my right foot!’ The girl screamed and then she looked at the men’s demolished faces ‘Whassup guys? Aren’t you happy for me?’ – the two barely standing men could reply with other pained moans– ‘Look at you, you are such typical males!– the girl said, pretending to be upset by their lack of reaction - ‘Admit it…You just can’t cope with the achievements of a successful woman!’. She followed that with an earth shattering roundhouse kick to the face of each man. Her kicks sent the two gangsters with their backs against either side of the wall: now they were facing each other while the girl’s high kicking leg and foot were still extended in mid-air, in the empty space between the two thugs. As they hit the wall the two devastated men were ready to slide down to a sitting position but their female torturer had no intention to give them quarter: she needed them to stand up, at least until she had finished with them. 

‘Ok guys are you ready for another kicking drill?’ - the girl said with the energy of a personal trainer in a martial arts gym. As confused as they were, the father and the son could not believe that another dose of humiliating foot-delivered punishment was coming for them. When was this nightmare going to end? There was no time to think though as this incredibly powerful woman began her new kicking torture on both of them simultaneously. Always balancing on one leg and without having to put her foot back on the floor since her devastating double roundhouse, the female martial arts avenger began kicking both men alternatively. Her foot was going from left to right and from one side to the other like a windscreen wiper, hitting one man first and then the other at unbelievable speed. The kicks were striking their bodies with extreme precision: her foot was going up and down, starting from their groins, then their bellies, chest and face. She kept kicking sideways and up and down, sideways and up and down again, continuously, for more than two hundred times. Her kicking speed and power were so high and perfectly paced that she was keeping the two men standing up, even if their legs where not supporting them anymore: as she inflicted this excruciating ordeal on her two opponents, the young girl’s face had become dead serious. This is when she was going to produce the irreparable damage that would lead these two criminals to death: her kicks were severely devastating their ribcage, as well as their genitals, their lungs, their throat, all their internal organs and once again, their faces and heads with definitive harm to their nervous system and brains. She then switched legs for balance and started kicking with her other foot, repeating the same deadly sequences at full speed, over and over again.

When the young woman had finished with her lethal drill, she had delivered at least 500 kicks to each guy: adding this to the 530 kicks of the walk of kicks and to the initial arm breaking kicks this meant that each one of the two men had been on the receiving end of 766 kicks since the start of the fight, which had happened only a few minutes before.

Splitting Domination

As soon as the young lady had finished delivering her punishing kicking showcase, the two men were more than ready to finally slide down along the wall and pass out… but she prevented that once again! With another impressive jump on the spot, she leapt in the air and opened her legs in a perfect flying split: athletic as she was, she jumped way above the two men’s heads. As she was coming down though, the sole of her feet landed square on each man’s face, pinning them against the wall. Just like Van Damme in his famous stunt between the two trucks, the young martial artist was hanging suspended in a mid-air open leg split: in this case though she was using the face of two men to support herself instead of trucks. She had also created a situation of acrobatic equilibrium: using the faces of the two men as support for her feet she kept herself suspended mid-air. At the same time, by pinning their faces on each opposite side of the corridor’s wall, she was preventing them from sliding down on the floor, an only natural reaction to the unbelievable dose of kicks they had just received. 

‘Et voilà! Aren’t you surprised by what a little girl can achieve with a little bit of training and creativity? But what do you know? You’re just dumb males after all…’– she was teasing them while her soles were mercilessly crushing their faces. ‘What’s wrong? Don’t you like my splits? You don’t like my feet on your face? You seemed to enjoy their smell just a few minutes ago! Because you are nothing but filthy foot creeps, aren’t you?…So there you have it, with what’s left of your noses now you can inhale the sweat of the pretty female feet who have destroyed you’- the beautiful girl smirked as her soles were putting incredible pressure over the two men's broken faces: both gangsters felt like their heads were about two explode all over the wall, crushed like watermelons under those merciless female feet. They wanted to scream but their mouths were sealed by those graceful pantyhosed soles pushing all over their battered and swollen faces. As the men were suffering beyond any imaginable treshold of pain, the young woman kept on teasing them with her witty sass - ‘OK, now let me take a good look at your ugly faces’– with incredible speed and agility she removed her soles from the men’s faces but instead of falling down she rapidly pinned the blade of her feet on their throat now so that their faces were exposed. ‘Here we are: you don’t mind if I use you necks as a support now, don’t you?’ she said as the men were almost chocking to death by the blade of her feet pinning them against the wall. ‘I think it’s time to tell you some more about me guys’ she said as she was still hanging suspended with her feet on their throat. With a fierce look in her eyes she turned to the older gangster ‘Dear asshole, even if I have just improved your ugly face with my kicks I can still recognise you as one of the beastly cowards who attacked my home and slaughtered my family twelve years ago’– behind his bloodied eyes the man shivered in fear –‘Do you remember the family of the two police investigators who were kicking you clan’s ass? Of course you do. Well, I am the little daughter, the one you thought you had burned alive with the house. You made a big mistake not making sure I was dead!’ The man could not believe that this former little baby was now this fierce and unstoppable woman warrior who had massacred way more than two hundred men and who was laying waste on him and his son as well…’Now you are experiencing the full wrath of my revenge and my retribution for all the evil you have made to so many innocent people’ said the female avenger. Then she looked to the other side where her left foot was pinned against the throat of the younger gangster - ‘Well I guess that in this retarded mafia families you are all related anyway, but this fellow here really looks like he could be your younger son’– the desperate older mafioso muttered something in despair so the girl increased the pressure with her foot - ‘Shush please! Of course he is your son, I had to study the composition of your entire shitty clan in order to bring you down! - She paused for a second- 'Since you are so closely related, let me share with you both how much I have enjoyed killing your cousins, your uncles, your brothers and your sons: and remember, I did it slowly, painfully and humiliatingly. The funny thing is that before dying they all wanted to worship and kiss my feet. They even came for me as I was castrating them under my feet: so fucking pathetic and predictable, just like all men. And now you two will end up the same way: I am so happy to have extinguished the male side of your hideous family with my kicks. Your surname has been buried under my bare female soles. You can rejoice because pretty soon all the men in your family will be reunited in hell: down there you can have collective wank parties for eternity, thinking about how a girl has defeated, humiliated and slaughtered you with her feet. What a nice family portrait, I wish someone will take pictures, hahaha!’ the young woman cried earthily while both the eyes of the father and son started to fill up with tears which were running down their cheeks and got mixed with blood and the other bodily fluids on their female foot destroyed faces. The young son would have never expected that his first mafia mission would end in such unspeakable pain, tragedy and humiliation for his father and himself. Furthermore, all this was being suffered at the hands (or better ‘at the feet’) of a young woman! For the Mafia’s chauvinistic values this was a dishonor beyond belief. Not only his family name was going to end tonight but even their memory was going to be cancelled and forgotten in absolute shame. Only death and oblivion lay ahead for them now and all of this because of one single undefeatable young woman!

As the young girl was calmly presenting the ways of their upcoming demise to the two men, the father started shaking desperately as if he wanted to speak ‘Mggnhnnnn’ the father uttered as the blade of the woman foot was digging deep into his throat. ‘What? Are you trying to say something?’ – the woman said turning her head towards the father – ‘OK, let’s hear you!’.

With another fast and creative move the woman retracted the blades her feet from the men’s throat: this time she placed her feet a few centimeters below, right on the two men’s chests at the height of their hearts. She was still pinning them to the wall, keeping them standing so that she could use them as a support for her mid-air split: through the nylon covered soles of her feet she could feel the men’s hearts racing with pure fear. The two gangsters moaned in pain but were momentarily relieved for not having the feet of this sensational fighter cutting their air supply. ‘So speak now!’, the woman told the middle aged father ‘but do it fast because I have more important business to take care of with your boss as soon as I’m finished with you two’.

With his jaw broken in several parts, swollen and splintered lips and various teeth floating in a pool of blood inside his mouth, the man painfully uttered these desperate words: ‘Do what you want with me, kill me as atrociously as you wish but please spare my son! He’s the only one I have left! He’s so young. He has nothing to do with our feud: he was just a small child when we attacked your family. Please have mercy on him’

With a stern expression on her exquisite face, the woman listened to the pitiful words of the anguished father and then replied: ‘It’s far too late now to think about your son’s safety, you stupid fucker! You should have stopped him when he asked you to join the Mafia, but you haven’t, have you? I bet you felt proud when he asked you to become a hitman, didn’t you? If only he had stayed home tonight instead of being here in this useless attempt to stop me on my way to a righteous revenge, perhaps he might have survived. Instead you have let him join you in the fight against me, knowing that all your partners in crime and even your three older sons and two of your brothers had already been painfully slaughtered in this one-sided war. You see, my brother and sister had nothing to do with my parents’ fight against your dumb clan too but you killed and raped them mercilessly anyway. And you thought you had killed me too, a 9 years old girl! Actually, to make my revenge perfect and complete I should now visit all the homes of the men that I’ve killed to slaughter all their relatives – daughters, wives, sisters and whoever is still alive- as you did with my family. I could do it very easily but that’s where I am different from you. First of all I refuse to kill women - unless I am forced to – because they are victims of your patriarchal mafia culture as well. And then I swore to only kill only those who were responsible for the crimes your clan has committed as well as those who dared to stand between me and my revenge. By walking into this battle your son has made a doomed choice and you did nothing to stop him: now he will pay the highest price for it and you will have to see him die in front of you, just before I kill you too!’

The girl paused and turned her head to the son, who was now weeping uncontrollably with pain and fear, and continued - ‘I know you wanted to avenge your brothers, cousins, uncles and friends. I understand your motivations, you are only slightly younger than me and you’ve seen all your loved ones die atrociously…but you have chosen to go to war for the wrong side. Here’s another difference between me and you: you are trying to seek revenge for the filthy lives of some disgusting criminals, while I am fighting to avenge the death of innocents and people who were fighting for justice. Your lust for vengeance is rotten, while mine is pure. You are evil, I am good. That’s why you are going to die here, under my female feet, while I am going to walk away alive and victorious tonight.’

Her steely words of determination, which sounded like a true death sentence for the men, sent both father and son into an even deeper state of desperation. Right after her speech, the young lady turned her head to look in front of her in concentration and closed her eyes. Slowly but inexorably, she began twisting the sole of her left foot at almost 45 degrees clockwise over the son’s chest so that her toes were now pointing forwards instead of up. Then she did the same over the chest of the father, albeit with a slightly different angle. As her feet turned they were accompanied by the sickening sound of breaking bones: what was left of the men’s ribcage was being fragmented under her lethal soles.

The lady then removed her feet from the thugs’ fractured chests. She fell down a few centimeters just to plant her feet deep into the groins of the two men on either side of her split. The gangsters bent forwards in unison as a viciously sharp pain hit their reproductive organs: now the supporting points for the lady’s mid-air split were the genitalia of the two gangsters!

Noticing that both men were in state of arousement the lady humorously commented ‘I see that, just like all your fellow Mafiosi, you are both such foot creeps that even after being kicked to within an inch of your life, you can’t help but being hard for my deadly feet! Hahaha, so pathetic! Well, since you seem to like my feet so much I think I’m going to keep them between your legs for a while: what do you think, fellas?’. The woman remarked her words by twisting her feet inside both men’s groins, excruciatingly pinning and squashing their balls and dicks against the wall. The female warrior had been keeping a split position for more than twenty minutes now, but such was her flexibility that she did not show any sign of fatigue. It seemed like the most natural position for her: she looked in front of her confidently, totally serendipitous and still fresh as a rose. The same could not be said for the two gangsters, who were now also pathetically struggling between the most extreme suffering and the weird feeling of been almost on the verge of orgasm, thanks to the same female feet which had been destroying their family and themselves. Blood started dripping copiously from the men’s trousers, creating dense red puddles on the floor.  

Like Father, Like Son

Watching the two men struggle in such distress the woman could not help but smile. She had been torturing the father and the son with her feet in their groins for over 10 minutes when she said - ‘Ok, losers you can take a little rest now’ - she released the tension in her leg muscle so that her feet were not pinning the men groins as tightly as they had done so far. As a consequence, the two gangsters started sliding down the wall slowly: finally, the threesome touched the floor together. 

Now the two men were sitting with their backs against the wall, while the female martial artist was still in a full leg split between them. ‘Great guys, don’t you think this is over for you yet’ - the woman said while her feet were still buried in the men’s genitalia. ‘But now I have some good news for you: since foot fetishism seems to be running in the family with you guys, I have decided to give you another chance: I will let you worship my feet and if both of you satisfy me I might decide to let you walk away from here with your pathetic lives. However if only one of you does not satisfy me, he will be responsible for the death of both. What do you think? Do we have a deal? – the two men sent out a feeble moan of resigned acceptance. ‘Well, you are not exactly in a position to decide anything are you?’ – she laughed – ‘OK let me see now… from whom shall I start? Let’s begin with the young one, why not?’ - She removed her foot from the father’s groin and turned towards the son: she spun around on her ass, to sit between the young gangster’s legs. She playfully put both her feet right under the son’s nose and mouth. ‘Go on! I know you want to worship these feet! You want them since the first moment you saw me: so show me what you can do young boy!’

After a second of hesitation, the boy started kissing and licking those stunningly pretty female feet. His jaws were broken, his teeth destroyed and his lips were splintered and swollen but he worshipped nonetheless and with a passion. Incredibly, thinking that those female feet had been responsible for his and his father’s demise and for the death of his brothers, cousins, uncles and friends only augmented his arousal and his desire to worship them and the woman to whom they belonged. As he kissed, licked and sucked those nylon clad feet the boy felt an irresistible wave of admiration and devotion rising inside of him for the woman who had destroyed his young life. Of course he was licking, kissing and sucking those portentous nylon clad feet because he wanted to save his father’s life and his own…but most of all he was doing it because he was getting immense pleasure - coupled with a strange form of peace of mind - from it. If he had survived, he was thinking to himself, he would repudiate his plans to become a gangster: he only wanted to spend the rest of his life worshipping the feet of the woman who had exterminated his family and clan. That incredible display of female superiority had unlocked in him the natural yearning which lies deep into the brain cortex of every human male. It is a desire that centuries of patriarchy have desperately been trying to conceal: the desire to kneel at the feet of a woman and submit to her for life. Overwhelmed by all these potent sensations – and despite having been abused so brutally - the boy’s dick became even more rock hard than before: it was the most powerful erection of his life. The young female artist noticed that: she had seen that happen with almost every man she killed after all. She removed one of her feet from the boy’s face to place it on his dick: ‘Oh dear, you are so hard your dick is about to explode! Is this the first time you get this close to a woman?’. As he continued licking the woman’s foot the boy nodded frantically - ‘Hahaha, sweet kid, you are a virgin! As a reward you’ll get my foot down your throat for five minutes so, whatever will happen next, at least you can say that you have been mouthfucked by a female foot in your short life’. As soon as she said that, she stuck her foot in the boy’s open mouth until her pretty toes touched the back of his throat. The salty smell of her sweaty nylon exploded inside the boy’s brain, sending him in a trance-like place of pleasure/pain. After 5 minutes of deep foot penetration of his mouth, the boy started gagging with blood, saliva, broken teeth and pieces of cartilage and whatever was hanging loosely inside his head after the barrage of kicking he had received: the girl’s foot was blocking his air supply and his body was filling up with all kinds of bodily fluids which had been released by his forever broken internal organs. When the boy was looking like he was seconds away from chocking to death, the girl removed her foot from inside his throat and quickly placed it on his nose, to make sure that the young man’s first desperate-for-air breath would still smell like her feet. ‘Good kid’ the martial arts avenger said tauntingly ‘You really did a good job: you showed how much you love your dad and a good foot domination session’ She smirked viciously as she finally removed her feet from the boy’s face and groin. ‘Now let’s see if the guy to whom you owe your own foot fetish is going to please my lethal weapons too’. She pivoted on her ass to face the father. The first thing she did was to stick a foot deep into his bleeding groin: ‘Let’s check the situation here…Oooh no surprises, no surprises at all, I see! I guess that seeing your son kiss, suck and lick my feet to save your life has made you rock hard! You really are a model father, I must say’ - She laughed hard and looked at both the father and the son behind her, to see them shake with shame and arousement. She was right: despite the incredibly dismal situation, the father could not help but getting aroused by the sight of his son being foot- humiliated by this implacable female avenger…‘Now let’s get to work daddy, show me how you like my feet. You should be way more experienced than your son, so don’t let me down or you know what’s going to happen...’ She put her feet in front of the father’s face: the big man started worshipping the young girl’s pretty feet with all the energy he had left in him. He was in the same place as his son: his desire to submit to this unstoppable woman was unrestrainable. He could not believe that the little child whom he thought he had burned alive had survived to become the most undefeatable warrior he had ever faced. There was no force on earth like this martial arts woman: what she had achieved using only her martial arts trained feet was impossible by any male standard. He used to be a male chauvinist and a serial abuser, but this woman had just made him realise how much men were inferior to women. Now he hated himself and his gender so much that he also wished he had a daughter just like her, instead of four useless boys who did not stand a chance against this girl’s mental and physical supremacy. Undeterred, the young female warrior repeated the same degrading submission routine with the father too. When she had finished with him, she pivoted on her ass once again. Now she had the father to her right and the son to her left. ‘Good job so far, morons: now let’s see what the combination of your filthy tongues can do for my feet’.

She opened her legs in a split again so that one nylon clad foot was hanging in front of the father’s lips and the other one was right on the mouth of the son. ‘Now each one of you will start worshipping one of my feet. If you both do a good job I might let you live: remember your life is literally hanging on my toes’. With what was left of their life energies two men started kissing and licking and sucking those feet of fury: this time they put even with even more conviction and effort the before. This almighty woman had them under her spell, persuading them that their life really depended by their foot worshipping performance.

‘Hahaha!’ - the woman laughed noticing how much the two men were committed to her feet -’Why don’t we turn this into a competition? The one who pleases my feet better gets to live and the other one dies? What do you think assholes? Father VS Son the ultimate family battle: who will degrade himself more to save his sorry ass?’– faced with this further grotesque humiliation the two men started crying as they intensely worshipped those lethal black nylon-clad feet. ‘Like father, like son they say…and they are right! Look at you two! You are both so selfish in your foot fetishism and so cowardly in your fear for your life that you cannot resist the urge of worshipping my feet with total passion and abandon even if this might cause the death of your dad or your son!’ the woman exclaimed amongst bursts of laughter. The confused men did not know how to respond: this young woman had put them in the most desperetaly lacerating and soul destroying situation. She did not only demolish their bodies, she was also tearing their souls and their hearts apart! The damage she was doing to these two males brains was deastating: in the unlikely event that their bodies managed to survive, their minds would never recover from the psychological nightmare that this girl had kicked them into. Totally overwhelmed, they could only respond to their unrestrainable desire to worship those lethal female feet: the perfect feet that had destroyed their family, their minds and their life. Relentless in her humiliation of her male foes, the young woman turned to the son: ‘Your first mission as a Mafia soldier did not go as expected, did it?’ Then she spoke to the father: ‘And look at you, you used to scare little girls like me and now a girl is making your worship her feet the same feet that have annihilated you in combat: oh, if only your mother and wife could see you now: how proud they would be of the men in their family -she stopped to laugh again - but don’t worry I will make sure that they will get to see you very soon: before leaving this shithole I’m going to take all the CCTV recordings. As soon as I’m finished with your boss I’m planning to release all the videos from my fights against your clan on the web. That’s’ right guys, I’ve got them all on video: all the world will see you and your fellow clansmen as you get wasted and humiliated by an unarmed girl. I guess that the reputation of the mafia is going to take a bit of a blow pretty soon hahaha!' The two men were totally devastated by this further hit to their ego, but the only thing they could do was to keep on kissing, licking and sucking the young girl's feet as she mercilessly kept on making fun of them.

Extinguishing a Patrilineal Lineage (with Feet)

When she stopped giggling the woman talked to them again…’OK guys, I must tell you the truth now. I hope you won’t get too salty about it…- and I know you like salty seeing how much you like sucking my sweaty nylons!’ The girl suddenly assumed the quirky tone of someone who’s about to reveal a nasty prank.

‘Remember when I told you that I would have let you live if I liked the way in which you worshipped my feet? Well, I have to say that you have done an amazing job with it: congratulations for being a super-efficient family tag team of foot creeps! There is a little twist though…surprise,surprise…I lied!’ - She could not control her laughter as the two men kept on crying and worshipping her feet - ‘You guys are just hilarious…You can kiss and lick my feet for eternity but there’s no way you will get out of here alive’– the two men widened their eyes in disbelief but judiciously continued their foot worshipping – ‘Actually, you are already dead: technically, you are just two foot sucking zombies at the moment hahahaha!’ – she burst out laughing again then she continued ‘Ok let me tell you how I did this because that’s the best part: remember when I was doing the splits with my soles on your chest and then I turned my ankles forward? Well that was my legendary 'Clockwork Feet' technique: with my soles, I programmed your hearts like you do with alarm clocks. Your hearts will stop beating in… - she paused for a second to gather her thoughts. Like a primary school child she was counting on her fingerse – more or less a couple of hours from now guys! she exclaimed. Then turned to the father – Actually I gave you three hours and a half because you deserve to suffer for a longer time. And I want you to see your son die in front of you, die for the choices that you made. C’mon guys, isn’t that a great prank?’ The two men were petrified but kept on worshipping the feet of their executioner ‘I’ve done this trick with two of your sons too, you should have seen their faces when I told them about it hahaha…Anyway you shouldn’t get too offended about it, on the contrary: hundreds of men have been offering millions to get the chance to kiss my feet just once, while you got the opportunity of worshipping my feet for almost an hour for free. Not to mention all the foot contact you’ve enjoyed during my kicking drills! You should feel privileged guys: your shitty lives ended on a luxurious high by being crushed under my pretty feet!’

Hearing of this ultimate humiliation the two men could not resist anymore. The semi-destroyed, but still functioning, dicks of the father and the son started throbbing uncontrollably - without being touched - until they both exploded in a huge, simultaneous orgasm. Watching that ultimate showcase of submission by the two half dead gangsters the woman let out another laugh ‘Hahaha look at you, men are all the same, so predictable: being defeated, humiliated and outsmarted by a woman is your ultimate desire. Once a girl understands that she can singlehandedly defeat the entire male population of the world, let alone your pathetic clan, you are finished. Submission and slavery under the female foot is your destiny as men, the natural order of things that will soon be restored thanks to women like me. However it’s getting late now, don't you know I have a date with your boss tonight? I must leave you behind me guys. But first, let me erase your masculinity under its ultimate nemesis, the female foot!’

She stood up and turned to the boy first. She walked between his legs until her slender toes were touching his groin. With teary eyes, the boy looked at those marvelous nylon clad toes and then straight into the emerald green eyes of the woman who was towering over him. She had a self-assured smile on her face. She leaned against the wall with both hands and, always looking into the boy’s terrified black eyes, she stepped with both feet over his genitals squashing them against the floor. A cloud of blood exploded around the young woman’s feet: she began what looked like a calve-stretching exercise, continuously alternating between the ball of one foot and the tip of the other in crushing his genitals. Now very close to a pain induced coma, the boy opened his mouth but no scream came out of it. Cruelly, the girl looked over her shoulder smiling, in order to savour the pain of the father who was forced to watch his son’s genitals being crushed, together with the future of his family, under the sexy soles of a young girl. When the dick and the balls of the boy had been reduced to a bloody paste, the female executioner just stepped back a few steps, to enjoy the results of her methodical destruction. Her last touch was an incredible powerful kick between the boy’s legs: her toes pushed the remains of the young man’s genital apparatus right into his belly, back to where they had descended at the time of his puberty. When she had finished with the son, the woman warrior turned to the father. She slowly walked between his legs. First, she put one foot over his swollen lips and told him ‘For the last time: express your gratitude to my feet for what they have done to you, your family and your clan’. The middle-aged gangster humbly kissed the ball of the female executioner’s foot and whispered a heartfelt ‘Thank you’. She repeated the same operation with the other foot: then she proceeded with the castration of the father in the same guise as she had just done with the son. When she had finished she solemnly told the bleeding man -‘Now watch your son die because of your sins: after he’s dead you will have another hour of suffering in which you will be able to reflect about the bad life choices that have led you and your son in this situation. Don’t worry though, tomorrow you will reconvene with him and the rest of your family in hell!’

A Woman’s Touch

After she said that she looked at her legs to check the state of her nylons: they were ripped in various parts, drenched with blood and bodily fluids and very sweaty. It was time for a change of pantyhose, especially if she had to look like a sexy call-girl to trick the boss. Using the shoulder of the dying young boy as a support, she took her used nylons off: not even covered by the thin nylon layer of her pantyhose, her bare soles touched the blood stained floor. The marble white skin of the young girl's muscular but shapely legs looked fantastic under the corridor’s light. She was about to throw the nylons in a dustbin but then she refrained: her green eyes lighted up as she walked back to the two semi-comatose men sitting in front of each other. She knew they were suffering an unspeakable pain that will lead them to their death in a few hours: however she could not resist from playing another girly prank on them. Both men had their mouth semi-opened due to their jaws being broken in several parts. With the accuracy of a shop window decorator, she stuck the foot of her used nylon into the mouth of the father and then she stretched the pantyhose to opposite side of the corridor, stuffing the mouth of the boy with the other foot. She stepped back to admire her own work: she had created a little bridge made of pantyhose between father and son. After all, the feet which were covered by that nylon had just been the instrument of their doom, so it all looked grotesquely pleasing. She knew that, with their jaws and mouths irreparably broken the two men were not able to spit out the panyhose stuck in their mouth. In this way the smell of the feet who had destroyed these two men would stay in their mouth until their last breath …and  it will accompany them in the afterworld too, for all eternity. She was already laughing thinking about the surprised faces of the first policemen who will get to the scene a few days later. She could not resist and she took a photo of her composition with her phone and then a few selfies: in the pictures, she was smiling and flashing a victory sign, while posing in the middle of the two dying men. Ridiculed once again, even in their death, the dying father and son were still looking into each other’s face, in total desperation: their tears were running down their cheeks right beside their nylon stuffed mouths. She rounded up her fierce female revenge, by using the face of the father as support as she put on her new pair of shining black pantyhose and finally, her open-toed high heel shoes.
She stopped by a bathroom next to the corridor to freshen up, comb her air and fix her make up. She took a big breath in front of the mirror and got out of the restroom. Sassily, she blew a kiss to the two dying men she was leaving behind: 248 and 249 gone, she thought, as she walked away from them. Then she started walking towards the dark staircase. She was now ready to face the man who had redefined her life for the worst. The man who had inhabited her thoughts and nightmares for 11 years.
She took her first step down the stairs and soon she disappeared in the dark. It was time to face enemy NR. 250.

(to be continued...)