FEMAL MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE (PART 5 OF 5): THE FINALE, ACT 3

A tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy by Kicked72

Part 5 of 5: The Finale, Act 3

Female Feet Fury on the Tatami

Right in the centre of the tatami, the female martial artist was standing victorious over the blessed body of the big boss. She looked down on him with a mixture of contempt, disgust, and superiority: one of her feet was resting on her enemy’s groin and the other one was planted on his chest. Both parts had been recently blasted by thunderous double kicks from her, topping up the countless strikes that she had previously delivered to her hopeless male opponent. The young woman knew that by simply trampling on him with her full weight she was putting her enemy in unspeakable agony. One of the girl’s hands was up in the air maneuvering a big wired remote control which had just brought a huge mechanical pulley down from the hangar’s ceiling. When the pulley had reached a height that she deemed appropriate for what she needed to do next, she elegantly let the control hang loose above the Tatami. Always looking into the swollen and blackened eyes of the man beneath her, she moved one foot from his chest to his face. The ball of her exquisite bare foot was now resting on the man’s lips. As soon as he felt that contact, the boss could not help himself: he had to kiss the ball of that foot of female fury which had knocked his whole world down. The young girl smiled, amused by the crime lord’s newly found submissiveness: it should not be forgotten that she once was the helpless child whom he thought he had burned alive, just another nameless victim of his cruel macho bravado. Now, that little girl had grown up to become the destroyer and the ruler of his world, turning her former oppressor into her own willing foot slave overnight. Always smirking, the girl pinched the man’s nose between her shapely toes: the man inhaled a whiff from the space between the toes of his female executioner and, for a second, it felt like heaven to him, despite the numerous shades of pain burning all over his body. The pleasure did not last from long though as the always cunning woman started pinching his nose between her big and second toe. Simultaneously she put all her weight on her foot, entirely blocking the man’s mouth too: with her foot, the female martial arts master was cutting the man’s air supply. Thinking that the time of his death had finally come, the man widened his eyes as much as she could, in pure terror. The statuesque young woman threw her head back and laughed. It was so funny to see this huge guy with a nylon ribbon tied around his head shaking with fear under her bare feet. She was casually choking the big man who was lying underneath her feet. Literally seconds before the man suffocated under the pressure of her sole, she decided to stop her smothering action. Smiling as she looked down on the desperate man, she loosened her toe grip on his nose and slightly lifted her sole from his mouth. She was not acting out of pity, though. She just wanted to put the man who had ruined her life in as many humiliating and terrifying situations as she could. She wanted him to humiliate himself beyond any limit for the fear that he had of the woman who had his life in her hands or, way more appropriately, under her feet. She wanted to play with him, torture his body and his mind until the last moment of his corrupted existence. The young woman stepped off the body of the boss. The man was once again surprised by her actions: he did not know whether he should be relieved for being still alive or terrified about what was going to come. The young woman quickly clarified that doubt for him. ‘Stand up, loser!’ - she told him coldly -‘Did you really think that you could go out with a simple double kick to the chest and a foot choke on your face? Oh no man, I have much more in store for you tonight! Now get up, asshole, it’s time for the grand finale!’ Even though he knew what was going to happen to him, the man had no other chance but obey. Slowly and painfully, the boss got to his feet. As she was stretching her legs and feet to get ready for what she had to do next, the barefoot female warrior was looking at the once scary boss as he stumbled pathetically in front of her on shaky, trembling legs. For a passing second she almost felt an ounce of compassion for this defenseless kick-drunk zombie who was pathetically struggling to stay on his feet, as he was waiting for his final dose of female inflicted punishment. After all, unlike the boss, she was not a heartless sadistic assassin. Her empathy was very short-lived though: until this asshole was dead there could be no room for pity in her heart. Even if she had already destroyed his body, soul, and mind with her feet, she had to go all the way with him. Even if the she had already turned him into nothing more than a confused cripple, he was still the man who has slaughtered her family and ruined her childhood: if she had stopped now, she would have betrayed her relatives, her own life journey, not to mention all the other victims of this cruel criminal.

The First Torment of the Countless Kicks

The barefoot martial arts avenger assumed a fighting stance and blew a flock of hair from over her beautiful face. ‘I am giving you the dignity you don’t even deserve. I will let you fight me one last time to see if you can earn the right to live. C’mon!’ she roared at the Boss, inviting him to stand up and join her in the center of the Tatami. The man knew that he did not stand a chance whatsoever against this formidable man killing machine and her deadly feet. He did not have it when he was protected by 249 armed men, he did not have it when he was pointing a gun at her, and, even more so, he did not have it now that she had already inflicted him two ultra-severe beatings. Not even a nuclear bomb would have stopped this formidable young lady from killing him: he knew what it was going to happen to him, however he was not in a position that allowed him to choose how to die. The young woman avenger was calling the shots and he only had to obey and let her steely female will define his destiny. Moreover, he felt that she had the right to have her revenge exactly how she wanted it: this young woman was a pure force of good and he was a rotten agent of evil…he had finally understood it. After a life of endless crime, he was now ready to give himself to justice without any further attempt at escaping it. So, with all the little energy that was left in him the boss he closed his eyes and awkwardly stumbled towards his incredibly attractive female executioner for the last fight of his life. Predictably, the boss’s cumbersome charge was soon stopped by the slender foot of his opponent. The young female martial arts expert only had to raise her leg and plant a foot right in the chest of the massive man to bring her enemy’s attack to a halt. Despite the man’s conspicuous weight pushing against her foot, she was effortlessly balancing on one leg: she almost looked like she was immersed in some form of Zen-like meditation as she kept her desperate opponent at bay with her foot. She was totally still and stable, in a perfect Yoko Geri stance. To no avail, the man tried to grab her ankle to remove that lethal bare foot from his pain ridden chest: it was a pathetic attempt as both he and his female adversary knew. In another laughable try, the man also reached out with his arms, hoping to hit or grab his opponent. However, the length of the woman’s extended leg was enough to prevent her opponent’s hands from touching her. Pretty soon, the battered man ran out of his very few remaining stamina. Frustrated and tired by his unsuccessful attempts at grabbing his serendipitous opponent, his pained arms fell along his body after a few seconds. That was all the fight he had left in him: now he was just standing there, pinned by her opponent’s foot and ready for the cascades of foot punishment that she was certainly going bring on him in a matter of seconds. Always mantaining her impeccable Yoko Geri stance, the young woman patiently waited for her opponent to run out of energy. As soon as the boss stopped struggling, she removed her foot from his chest and bent her knee: she did not put her foot down but she pointed it towards her enemy’s face, in a remarkable show of balance and endurance. When he saw the shapely toes of the female young warrior pointing towards his face the man understood what was about to happen. The martial arts woman began slapping the man’s face and upper body with a tremendous series of side-kicks. She immediately gained speed until the lower part of her kicking leg was practically invisible to the human eye: it looked just like certain fight scenes from the Fist of the North Star anime in which the kicks from the main character, Kenshiro, are so rapid that they become a blur. With each kick she was letting out high pitched ‘Kiai!’ screams of female focus and determination. On the receiving end of this unstoppable flood of kicks, the boss was replying with muffled grunts of male agony. As he was taking in that incredible kicking, the male criminal was surrounded by a steamy cloud of blood which was spilling from the wounds that those merciless bare feet were insisting on or causing anew on his body. The blood then fell to the ground, rapidly changing the colour of the tatami from white to red. The young woman delivered a true storm of slap kicks to the man’s body face and head. Then she switched legs and repeated the same operation with her other foot, for another impressive barrage of ultra-fast and super accurate slapping sidekicks. God only knows how many kicks the Martial arts lady actually landed on her opponent’s body during this phase of her demolition of her loathed enemy! When the video of her execution of the boss was published viewers were slowing down the pace of the video to almost stop motion in order to count the exact number of kicks she had been able to deliver. Even in that mode, there was no way to count them exactly: this is why this specific phase of the boss’s demolition earned the name of the ‘First Torment of the Countless Kicks’. 

A Dazzling Display

The woman rounded up the ultra-fast kicking torment with sensational spinning hook kick. She accompanied her strike with a blood curling ‘Kiai!’ scream. The big man was sent stumbling sideways by the force of the kick: however, his female torturer was not ready to let him fall to the floor yet. Before the man could collapse in a pool of his own blood, she jumped towards him and executed a perfect 360 jumping split kick to his face, Van Damme style. The previous barrage of slap kicks had already loosened all the few remaining teeth that were still somehow attached to the boss’ gums: some teeth had been already detached from his gums and were floating in his mouth in a puddle of saliva and blood. The only thing that prevented him from spitting them out was the nylon knot which was keeping his mouth shut: however, the pressure of the female avenger’s Van Damme kick on the side of his mouth was such that the all the gangster’s remaining teeth were shot out of his lips like bullets, with comical effect. That was just the beginning of the most impressive kicking showcase ever performed by anyone in a real fight: the barefoot woman hit her enemy with repeated series of jump and flying kicks. She performed all the most spectacular kicks in her repertoire: split kicks, mule kicks, tornado kicks, double roundhouse, reverse roundhouse kicks, spinning heel kicks, and so on and so forth. The rage she had kept inside for so long was now flowing free and  transferred unto the body of the boss with each kick: her bare feet were hitting like bombs all over the body and face of her hated enemy. After each strike the boss was more than ready to fall on the floor unconscious: the only thing that kept him standing was the perfect timing of the young woman’s blows. When he was about to fall down, another kick came to send him skidding from one side to another of the tatami: the young female avenger was literally floating through the air with the grace of a gymnast and the finesse of a ballet dancer. From all sides and angles her bare feet were striking the boss’s face and body with unmatched accuracy and devastating power. That was the moment she had been expecting for too many years: to honour the occasion, she displayed every kicking technique she had studied, invented,  and perfected during 12 years of incredibly hard training and revengeful anticipation. She channeled all the energy and the rage she had accumulated throughout the years in her legs and feet: she unleashed herself on the boss without any restraint. Looking like a piece of paper that was being tossed around by a windstorm, the man on the receiving end of that spectacular display of female martial arts skill was now living a true out of body experience.  The lethal feet of his female opponent had sent the crime lord into a zone which was beyond any possible threshold of pain. His agony was so intense that his conscious brain had almost left his body to the point that he felt like he was watching his own execution from outside. He was absolutely mesmerized by the beauty and the grace that the young girl exuded in her perfect ritual of torture against him. As she liberated all the fury inside of her, this fierce red headed warrior was at her most beautiful. He had never seen anyone so elegant, deadly, and sexy the same time. He felt like he was watching something unique and precious, like the ultimate performance from the greatest ballerina or the most perfect acrobatic exercise from a gymnast: indeed, in her unique fighting style the young female avenger had incorporated several elements of ballet and gymnastics, as well as the most lethal kicking techniques from the 15 styles of martial arts which she mastered. Faced with and - quite literally – struck by this deadly mix of finesse, power, and determination a sense of irresistible erotic arousal pervaded the boss one more time. It was a form of total devotion and ultimate submission for this most incredible young woman who was now blossoming at the very top of her matchless talents right in front of him. Just like the boss she was in a state of trance, with the essential difference that while she was ascending to martial arts seventh heaven, her opponent was going through all the rounds of hell by courtesy of her feet. Indeed, she was giving the best martial arts performance of her life: it was a very exclusive private show to which only one guest had been invited. It was too bad for the boss that the ticket for the unique privilege of being there, right on the receiving end of her opponent’s dazzling display of foot power, was costing him is life. 

Acrobatic Barefoot Punishment

After a long sequence of jump and flying kicks the young woman decided that the next phase of her attack on the boss was going to be airborne. She ran towards him one more time but, while her enemy was expecting another flawless barefoot strike to the face: she took a jump, put one foot on his groin, another one on his head and leapt high into the air. She used her enemy as a springboard to grab the bar of the trapeze which was hanging above the tatami: she started swinging back and forth, holding to the trapeze with both hands. She flew from one side to the other of the building, her perfect white body disappearing into the darkness below the ceiling each time she reached the top of her arch to the left or to the right. The boss was still standing at the center of the Tatami, mesmerized as he watched the perfect shape of her torturer’s semi naked body flying from one side of the hangar to the other with grace and supreme agility. Each time she descended towards the center of the tatami, she passed very closed to him, but without hitting him. What was she doing? – the man asked himself with the very few brain cells that had not been pulverized by the fury of her nemesis’ bare feet: why wasn’t she kicking him anymore? That’s when his queries found a very painful response. The young female warrior swung back and forth five times, like a circus acrobat: those swings were only meant as a way to give momentum and speed in her arc. After her fifth complete swing, she came back towards the centre of the tatami with her legs extended in a double kick position, feet first. That’s when the boss realised he was in trouble again. It was the wrecking ball kick one more time, but now the young martial artist was going to strike him repeatedly, each time she reached the lower point of her arc: her pretty bare soles were hitting the man precisely in the chest or in the face every single time she flew over the Tatami. That was the point in her arc in which she had maximum speed, thus giving her kicks extra power.  With every kick she was sending him flying all over the hangar ‘Stand up, you asshole!’ she shouted at him as she swung away from him towards the ceiling. ‘Get back on the tatami and get kicked, you fucking coward!’. Completely subservient to the woman’s will, the boss complied only to be met by another devastating flying double kick from her. She performed this incredible acrobatic technique ten times. By the eleventh time, she ordered the boss to walk to the centre of the tatami once again. The boss obeyed and stood there on shaky legs and uncertain knees. He closed his eyes waiting for another double kick to the body or to the chest: having lost sight of her, he did not even know if his tormentor was going to fly behind or in front of him. He only knew he was going to get hit by female feet flying at full speed. However, nothing happened at least for a few seconds. The man opened his eyes, just to see the trapeze floating in front of him: there was no trace of the martial arts avenger who was hanging from it just a few seconds before. Where was she now? Which terrifying surprise did she have in mind this time? The man only had to look over his shoulders to find out: dazed as he was, he did not even realise that, as she was flying above him, the woman had let go of the trapeze to land on his shoulders. She put one foot on each one of his shoulders and stood there: she used a ninja technique which allowed a warrior to land over a surface – or a body – with the levity of a little bird. On both sides of his shoulders, the boss recognised her very familiar - and very sexy - toes sticking out: he looked up and saw her thinly veiled groin towering right above him, between her statuesque legs. She had tricked him once again, but that was no surprise for him by now. The barefoot woman looked down on him and smiled. Then she bent her knees and leapt in the air, performing a perfect front flip. As her body extended in the air, she turned around in a sudden twist and lashed out with one leg and then the other as she spun around: in fast sequence, both her feet hit the face of the boss. The sheer power of the kicks sent the man flying again across the tatami. The young woman landed on her feet with perfect balance, like Nadia Comaneci after one of her Olympic medal performances. As she controlled her landing, she enjoyed the sight of her enemy’s massive body flying through the air, propelled by her portentous double kick. Determined to give the boss no quarter, she walked to where his body was lying. As she walked towards the knocked-out man, she was stepping on several puddles of her enemy’s blood thus leaving graceful red footprints on the white tatami. 


The Second Torment of the Countless Kicks

‘Stand up, I’m not done with you yet!’ – the furious woman roared at her enemy. The broken man slowly rose up but he only managed to get to his knees. He looked at the powerful female figure in front of him and whispered ‘Please kill me…no more of this please…just give me one final kick please. Don’t torture me anymore!’. ‘You’re pathetic!’ the woman spat and assumed a fighting stance again. Always balancing on one leg, she raised her right foot. On his knees the man offered a perfect target for her side kicks to the face. And the young lady did not lose this chance to further annihilate the already battered face of her enemy. She started firing a punishing series of ultra-fast slap kicks to the head of the boss: her foot was whipping the man’s face relentlessly in a barrage of combo kicks. Her lef was going back and forth, hitting her target with metronomic precision. Each time, she hit one side of the boss’s face with the top of her foot and then she slapped the other cheek with the sole. Every kick was accompanied by the assertive female martial arts screams from the barefoot woman. Transfixed by the agony, the man was not making any sound at this point: from his side, there was only the sickening sound of battered flesh that came each time the foot of the young female avenger impacted with his face. The young woman landed a flurry of ultra-fast slap kicks on the face of the boss with her right foot in less than a minute. Then she switched feet and repeated the same operation with her left foot. Just like it had happened with the first torment of the countless kicks, the woman’s barefoot action was so fast that it was impossible to determine how many kicks she had delivered to the man’s face, not even by slowing down the video of the massacre. Some sources speak of three hundred slap kicks from each foot in less than 100 seconds. This second barrage of kicks during the boss’s execution soon became known as the ‘Second Torment of the Countless Kicks’, when the video was finally uploaded on the web. Having received another tremendous barrage of hits from his enemy’s deadly feet, the man was almost out now. As it had happened before, the only reason why he was not already knocked out on the floor after the first kick was the expert pace of her opponent’s kicks which was studied to keep him in her desired position for as long as she wanted to punish him: the same hits that were knocking him out were also the energy that prevented him from falling down: another stroke of genius from his enemy, devised to make him suffer for as long as possible. Indeed, as soon as the kicking stopped the kneeling man started falling face first to the floor. However, in keeping with her plans to extend her enemy’s agony, the woman had other ideas: as the man was falling down, she stepped closer to him, moved slightly to one side and caught his head under her right arm. She pushed the boss’s big head tight against her sexy right hip, so that he was facing the floor: the man’s head was caught in a reverse headlock between her body and her arm. Now his enemy’s face was sticking out behind her back, just above her ass. In this position, the boss’s savaged countenance was in a perfect position to be on the receiving end of yet another barrage of kicks, which was exactly what the female tormentor had in mind.  ‘Oh no, no, non no – she teased him as she tightened her arm lock around his neck - where do you think you are going big man? A little bird just told me that you are a glutton for female feet. So, here’s some more barefoot action from dear old me!’ Bending her knee, she began powering up her right foot: each time she did that, her heel was kicking against the man’s face which was trapped between her arm and hip. She kept on bending her knee up and back, up and back. Relentlessly, her punishing martial arts heel was smashing the man’s face bringing further destruction and horrible deformity to it. The already bleeding face of the boss started spaying red all over the tatami and also on the feet, legs and behind of the young woman warrior. After a while it was not just blood that was flying out: pieces of flesh, body juices and fragments of bones were literally flying away from the man’s face, as the woman progressively intensified her unstoppable heel attack. As she kicked her leg up, the woman was breathing out rhythmically making sexy exhaling noises. In her white gym bikini, she looked like she was performing an aerobic exercise: all the muscles of the right part of her body were involved in her hammering action. Underneath her silky skin, her muscles flexed and extended with eache kick. After the publication of the videos, many women were going to take inspiration from her fight moves for their aerobic training, using their male friends as kicking dummies. Her irresistibly sensual figure, engaged in such plastic movements, contrasted with the gory destruction that she was causing to the face of man who was locked under her arm, right on the receiving end of her heel strikes. As some of the commentators of the videos would remark: ‘Nobody has ever looked so incredibly sexy while doing something so incredibly gory!’. That was just another way in which this girl was making history. After she had delivered at least 60 kicks with her right leg, the young woman started using her opposing leg to strike what was left of the man’s face. Now it was the ball of her foot which was bringing devastation to the revolting mask which once was her enemy’s face: even if she was using a softer part of her foot, if compared to the heel, the effects were equally destructive. She was literally defacing her enemy, cancelling his facial features forever and turning them into a bloody paste. After she had fired sixty kicks with the ball of her left foot, she moved the head of her enemy to her other side. Now his head was locked under her left arm and her left hip. ‘I’m sorry but we have to go through the same routine from the other side: I just happen to love symmetry!’ after she said that, the barefoot female avenger repeated the same barrage of kicks: starting with a series of heel strikes from her left leg and closing it with the same number of kicks from the ball of her right foot. It was a tough exercise even for an almost super human athlete like her, but she loved working out: she was clenching her teeth when she delivered reached the end of this specific torment, which became famous as the ‘240 kick drill torment’. At last, you made me sweat a little, the young woman told the boos as she loosened her arm lock around his neck: as a consequence the man’s devastated head comically slid down the girl’s left leg, leaving a trail of blood on her outer thigh and calf, until it touched the floor at her feet. After these incredible series of kicks, the already destroyed face of the boss had lost every remaining human feature. If anything, it looked like a zombie head from a cheap Italian horror movie from the late seventies. His nose was completely flattened and broken, his jaw fragmented in a thousand pieces, his ears had been reduced to formless heaps of tissue, and pieces of flesh were hanging loose from his cheeks: bones were starting to stick out as the relentless kicking of his tormentor had sent several layers of his facial skin flying all over the hangar. However, to his own surprise, the man was still breathing! As he was laying there wondering how he had not died yet, the faceless boss heard the voice of his torture calling him one more time ‘Crawl, maggot, crawl!’ - she spat - ‘Crawl behind my bare heels, just like you did before!’. The woman walked to the centre of the Tatami, just below the pulley, and stood there. As the broken man was slowly crawling towards her, she spoke to him: ‘I know what you are thinking’ – the woman said - ‘You are wondering why you are not dead yet, despite all the punishment I have already inflicted you with my feet.’ – as he crept on the floor like a worm the boss was once again blown away this woman’s infallible ability to read his mind – ‘Well actually I could have killed you with the very first kick I have landed on you tonight’ – the man knew she was speaking the truth – ‘but, as you know my goal is not to merely kill you. I want you to suffer under my feet for as many hours as it’s humanly possible. Therefore, I have applied some specific techniques against you: these ancient techniques make my kicks just as painful and devastating as they normally are but not lethal. I have learned some of these skills from the oldest masters of the extended martial art torture: there were some misogynists among them who did not want to share their most esoteric knowledge with a woman so I had to beat the shit out of these pigs before they revealed me those secrets. Some other techniques, I have learned by myself: it seems that there is a form of million-year old knowledge lying within my female spirituality. I am going to explore the origins of this knowledge further in the future, but this is of no importance to you as you are going to die in the next few minutes anyway’. As the young woman revealed the secrets of her martial arts torture skills, the crawling man had reached the centre of the tatami and was now lying face down, once again lapping at his female torture’s feet. He was now right where she wanted him which was underneath the pulley. Take off your trousers she ordered him. The man obeyed, albeit slowly and with great difficulties. As he was lying face down on the floor in terrible agony, he removed his baggy soft gym trousers which by now were ripped in several parts, full of holes, and soaked in his own blood and semen. Now the man was naked, apart from his sports shoes, a T-shirt which was just as filthy and ragged as his trousers and obviously the ribbon made of his opponents’ pantyhose running around his head. The woman looked down at the grotesque spectacle of her opponent’s body and smirked with contempt. Then she reached out to grab the chains which were connected to the pulley. The female martial artist kicked the arms of the boss above his head then she kneeled down and tied his wrist together. Then she kicked the man’s legs close to one another and tied his ankles together with a second chain which was hanging from the pulley. She stood up and pulled the chain that was tied to the man’s wrists: immediately, the body of the boss stood up. He was now hanging perpendicular to the floor; his shoes were barely touching the ground. Battered and destroyed like he was he looked like a side of freshly butchered beef hanging in a slaughterhouse. Unfortunately for the boss though, he was still alive and in the process of being butchered alive…

A New Form of Art

Held up with his arms above his head by the pulley the man was now the perfect training bag for a female martial artist. The young female avenger unleashed her feet on the man again, once again performing well-established kicks from various martial arts mixed with her own personal creations. It was a perfect showcase of spectacular high kicking dexterity, for the pleasure of the billions future viewers of her videos and for the further demolition of her helpless adversary. She was floating through the air like a bird, seamlessly incorporating martial arts, dance, gymnastics, and acrobatic skills in her kicks. Each time her feet touched the ground they were stepping into the lake of blood and other bodily fluids which was forming under the suspended body of her enemy. With each step she left shapely red footprints which were now adorning the entire floor of the tatami as well as the body of the boss. At this point the young martial arts avenger was not simply kicking an opponent to death. In her ritual dance of destruction, she had entered a zone of ecstatic inspiration and total coordination between her body, her soul and mind which was leading her to unmatched creative heights. She was using her female martial arts trained feet on her enemy’s body like a sculptress would use her hard and sharp chisel on a block of marble. She was destroying male flesh and bone and then reshaping them with her kicks, giving them new forms, creating a sculpture which was her ode to the superiority of the woman over the man. As she kicked her enemy she was painting too: her feet were also brushes which sprayed blood and other bodily fluids all over the white room, in order to create a huge tridimensional abstract expressionist painting made of male gore. Once the images of that impressive scene of the crime were made public - as well as the story behind it – art critics from all over the world all agreed on describing it as the most radical piece of feminist art ever created. However, the young martial artist was so focused on her revenge that she was not aware of the enthralling masterpiece she was creating with her relentless feet. Totally in the zone, she kept hitting her enemy with all the power, the flexibility, and the accuracy she could conjure. She only took brief pauses to adjust the height and angle of the pulley so that the body of the boss was easier to reach and in a more favourable position to be struck by certain particular kicks. During one particular kick, her foot was caught up under the man’s ragged and bloody t-shirt: she was performing a standing split, using the body of her enemy as a support. Her pointed foot was coming out of the t-shirt’s collar, making the man’s neck stretch painfully, and her leg was resting on his belly and chest. With a fierce scream, the girl pulled her leg towards herself, thus ripping the man’s shirt apart and exposing his bare chest. Then she made her leg come back towards the man’s head in a frontal axe kick movement, hitting him with her bare heel right on his forehead, causing a crack in his skull. A head-splitting kick if there ever was one! Despite the impressive beating he was suffering, the Boss was still breathing: the wise techniques of his female opponent were keeping him alive, while dismantling him piece by piece. It was a martial arts version of the old Chinese torture called Lingchi, or death from a thousand cuts. The only difference was that in this case it was kicks, not cuts, which came by the thousands. In fact, this technique - which some ignorant people equated to some sort of magic spell - was called The Punishment of the Endless Martial Arts Torture. And one could certainly say that the Boss was getting his share of punishment that night….The middle-aged gangster was now floating in a zone beyond any possible threshold of pain, suspended between infernal agony and celestial amazement for the divine showcase that his female opponent was putting on to celebrate her journey to revenge: in response to that his dick was permanently and painfully erect. After this new display of martial arts perfection, the young martial arts woman took a brief pause to adjust the pulley one more time. She pulled the chain that was tied to the ankles of the boss, thus making his body move to an horizontal position which was parallel to the floor. The man now was facing the tatami, with his body suspended a few feet above the ground. The woman rapidly slid under him to bring her attack from below. Lying with her back on the floor, she kicked his face repeatedly while he was hanging over her. She started with a series of teeps, delivered with her sole flat on the man’s already ruined face: then she spread her legs, smiled at her enemy, and hammered her heels on his temples simultaneously: she repeated this incapacitating double kick ten times, sending overwhelming shockwaves of pain right through her victim’s brain. While she was kicking the man above her, she had to roll over to one side or the other to duck the shower of blood and various fluids which were coming down from her opponent’s body after each strike: this situation made her giggle. She was a bit like Michelangelo who, while painting the Sistine Chapel Ceiling, continuously had colour dripping over him while he was lying on his back. 

Female-Foot-to-Male-Mouth Surgery


The barefoot female avenger suddenly paused her attack on the man’s head to apply a foothold on the dick of the man who was hanging above her: she could not help but notice how it was still erect. She rolled her eyes and laughed again, amused by her male enemy’s complete surrender to her female supremacy. She then applied a foothold to his head making her heels connect under his chin and her soles stick to his destroyed cheeks. On both sides of his head, her toes where wiggling over his temples, playfully reviving the agony of her recent double heel kicks. Taking out her mobile phone from her stretchy white shorts, the young woman took a picture of her enemy’s horrifyingly destroyed face, framed by her beautiful bare feet. She asked him to smile for the camera again: the overwhelmed man complied. His toothless smile and the entire grotesque situation she had created made  the young avenger laugh at him one mor time. The pantyhose ribbon was still running around his face making the portrait even more surreal and gruesome. ‘You know my mom always told me that I had a great talent for decorations’ – she told the agonizing man above her in a whimsical tone –  I am sure she would have loved the way I have decorated your head: I have to say that the ribbon was a real masterstroke! I will leave a note for the undertakers to not remove it and to bury you with it on your head. You are going to be a laughing-stock both in hell and on heart!’. After she said that she raised her foot and forced it between the man’s lips. She pushed her foot inside the man’s mouth until her toes were scraping against the back of his throat. ‘Uhhh last time I did this I had my pantyhose on, but now with my bare toes I can scratch around your mouth much more effectively!’ – the young martial arts avenger said enthusiastically as she was recording a video of the scene with her phone. She did not have a camera in that position and she wanted to make sure she captured also that point of view. The man above her started to gag on her foot as she was wiggling her slender toes inside his oral cavity. ‘Have I ever told you that I can perform surgery with my toes?’ - the woman said teasingly making the man’s eyes spread with fear – ‘I bet that you don’t believe me, do you?’ – with his mouth filled by her foot the man could not speak but he was trying to nod his head to say ‘Yes, I believe you’ – fearing for what other cruel trick the woman was going to perform on him. Obviously, what the boss was trying to say did not matter at all and pretty soon he wouldn’t be able to say anything anyway. ‘Let me show you then!’ – As soon as she said that, the woman pinched the tender tissue of the man’s uvula between the big and the second toe of the foot that was ravaging the inside of the man’s mouth. Once again surprised by the creativity of his torturer, the man stopped gagging and nodding his head – ‘I guess that after this a career as an opera singer will be out of the question for you!’. The woman laughed as she started to pull her foot out of the man’s mouth while still keeping the man’s uvula painfully pinched between her pretty toes. The man was now used to incredible levels of pain but this new torture to his internal organs took his agony to even higher levels of intensity. The woman pulled and pulled with all her strength, bending her knee towards her chest. Now her toes were almost out of the man’s mouth, making the uvula stick out of his blackened and swollen lips. The color of the uvula had now turned from pink to white, as the firm grip of her deadly toes was completely cutting its blood supply. Unnaturally and violently stretched, the tissue which kept the uvula attached to the palate started lacerating itself: as a result, the inside of the man’s mouth was filled with a foamy mix of blood and saliva. The woman had to keep rolling over to her left and right to avoid being splattered with her enemy’s bodily fluids: however, she did not loosen the death grip of her toes around the man’s uvula. Finally, the tissue gave in and the uvula parted ways with the palate of the boss. Still holding the severed man’s uvula between her toes, the female martial artist triumphally screamed ‘I told you!’. Then she rapidly rolled away from under the man, knowing what was about to happen. From his savaged mouth the man sprayed out a bucketful of  blood and puke on the floor underneath him, just where the young woman was lying just one second before. After she had performed this brutal feat of surgery with her feet, the young woman got up and she walked back to the man hanging horizontally above the floor. She stood above him with her feet positioned right under the man’s eyes. The man could see his own uvula still caught between his tormentors’  shapely white toes. The woman raised her right foot and stuck it once again into the man’s mouth. ‘I guess this belongs to you’ she told him as she released the grip of her toes around the uvula, to let it loose inside the mouth from which she had just separated if from with her feet. ‘Swallow it!’ she ordered coldly. Caught between unspeakable pain and utter fear for that formidable woman, the man obeyed and sent that internal part of his own body down into his stomach, thus making the will of his female torturer. She was the most ruthless torturer he had ever seen, he thought, and he has seen many, besides being one himself. She could mutilate the internal organs of a man with her feet, something which he would have never believed was possible, if he hadn’t just learned that at his own expense. ‘I guess you might think that I’m being sadistic, asshole’ - the woman said calmly, always reading his enemy’s mind - ‘Actually to be just as sadistic as you have been to me, I should have done all this to you in front of your daughters. I could have easily kidnapped them and took them here, to witness their once powerful dad being humiliated and killed under the feet of a woman. And then I should have killed her mother too, right under their eyed. However, they are still teenagers who did not get to choose the family in which they were born. They are also still too young to get away from it. Moreover, no more women shall suffer because of you from now on, even if they are related to you and took advantage from your despicable criminal career. However, I cannot guarantee that your daughters will not watch the footage of your execution online: too bad if they will, I must think of the greater good always. You will be set as an example for the whole world to see!’

Dancing Barefoot (on the Boss's Chest)

The words of the young martial artist were hurting the boss just like her kicks had done but she did not give him too much time to think about her speech. She followed her words by jumping into the air. She landed with both feet right on the back of the boss, making the man cry out with pain one more time. Her full weight was resting on the man’s body as he was hanging parallel to the floor. She was literally surfing in the air, using his battered body as her platform. It looked almost as if, after attacking her enemy from beneath, she now had decided that she wanted to give him hell from above as well. However, it was not on his back that she wanted to stand on. 'Are you ready to do some circus acrobatics with me?' the young woman asked the boss, sarcastically. As soon as she said that she leapt in the air one more time, using the man’s back as an elastic mat. While she was still jumping, she pulled the chains making the body of the man beneath her spin around so that his face was now looking towards the ceiling. Then she landed over the boss again, with perfect timing. They were still hanging suspended up in the air, a few feet above the floor: the beautiful woman standing in victory, the ugly man laying down under her feet, as her flesh and bone platform. This time though her bare feet were standing on the man’s torso and crotch. ‘Well done, asshole!’ she said while grinding her left foot on his still erect penis, while her other foot was firmly trampling the boss’ s chest – ‘But this was only the first time of our circus act. Here comes the best part!’ – through her bare soles she felt the body of the man beneath her feet tremble with fear. She smirked as she reached out to grab the pulley’s remote control with one hand. And then she shouted – 'Ready, Steady, Go!' Pushing a button on the remote, the barefoot girl suddenly relased the tension of the wires which were keeping the boss suspended in the air. The man’s body fell down, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. The young woman came down too, her feet still trampling on the man’s body: she used him as a cushion to softer her landing. The boss had to take in the impact of the hard floor against his back and the full weight of the woman avenger stomping on him. As the boss’s body hit the ground, she bent her knees slightly to keep her balance: with masterful balance she managed not to fall off him. She then straightened her legs, standing in all her glory and beauty while sending further tremendous pain to the boss under her feet. Like a gymnast giving her salute to the audience and jury after a gold medal level exercise, she raised her arms with a glowing smile. She rounded up her celebration with an ironic little bow to those who will watch the video. These references to gymnastics came from the fact that, before the boss destroyed her childhood, she had been very promising gymnast: at 9 years old, she had already been selected for a specific school which was going to train and select children for the national gymnastics dream. She would have surely become a multiple world champion and Olympic gold winner if the Boss hadn’t crushed all her dreams. After that tragic event, she only wanted to focus her on revenge but gymnastics always stayed in her heart.  This is one of the reasons why she always incorporated elements of gymnastics in her fighting techniques: it was a little inscription for the gangsters she was killing, coming straight from the little girl whose childhood they had tragically interrupted. Unconsciously, with her unique fighting style she was also sending a message to the billions of women that were going to watch the video. By incorporating dance, gymnastics, aerobics, pole dance, Yoga and other forms of physical training which are often practised by girls into her fight techniques, the young female warrior was showing that a girl could use her grace, her flexibility, and the natural elegance of her body as weapons to eliminate and humiliate all the sexist males that tried to keep her down. And girls could also look great, have fun, and shape their bodies beautifully while doing it! They had so many mental and physical advantages over men: female bodies and especially female feet, were natural weapons of mass male destruction. Women only had to discover their potential and find out how their physical training and mental qualities can be used to get rid of male oppression and ascend to the leading role which naturally belonged to them in society. The incredible success of her  video was going to make billions of women realise that: it will be a fatal blow for the patriarchal system…While she was sowing the seeds for a forthcoming female-led society, the young martial arts avenger was also settling scores with her own personal enemy: her demolition of the Boss now had to be taken to its natural conclusion. Always standing over the body of the man underneath her, she accurately brought her feet parallel over his chest and she straightened up her legs. Then she opened her arms and closed her eyes in concentration: she looked like a diver ready to take off from her own human trampoline. And, after a few seconds, take-off is exactly what she did: she bent her knees and jumped into the air, as high as she could. While she was jumping she brough her knees up to her chest and then, as she started coming down, she straightened her legs again, landing on the crime lord’s ribcage with both feet parallel. It was a classic Bruce Lee double footstomp as seen in the movie ‘Enter the Dragon’, but the young girl gave it a gymnastic twist to it. However, the expression on her face when she landed on the man’s chest was just a fierce as the Chinese master’s: she was still graceful but absolutely determined to cause maximum destruction to the boss lying beneath her. Indeed, the impact between the young girl’s feet and the man’s chest was devastating. Almost all the bones in the man’s  chest which had not been broken yet gave in with sickening crack. The boss groaned in agony, helpless under the girl’s feet. In yet another display of equilibrium, the young woman managed to keep her graceful balance over the boss’s chest also after this utterly devastating jump over his chest. When she had regained perfect stability, she started feeling his ribcage with her feet, searching for bones who might have survived her attack. When she found one, she brought her feet parallel again and performed a powerful twist with her ankle and legs, first to the right and then to the left. She sent all the energy in her body down to her feet: her parallel soles swept all over his chest and destroyed every bone that was left underneath them. Now her chest demolition dance was over. She bowed and saluted as if she had been performing in front of a live audience. Hers was a perfect exercise indeed: if a jury had been here they would have given she a 10 out of 10 score as well as one of the many gold medals which she would have certainly won if the boss had never entered her life.

Preparing the Ritual

The young martial arts avenger's devastating chest dance was not just another torture mixed with a loving reference to her passion for gymnastics. Always thinking ahead, the young woman was – quite literally – paving her way for the crowning act of her revenge. She grabbed the wired remote control again: the two opponents started rising towards the ceiling of the hangar. As they were being lifter up by the pulley, they offered an epic sight. In her revealing white gym bikini, the semi naked young female avenger looked like a high priestess of some pagan cult who was about to offer a sacrifice to the gods. Or perhaps a Christian battle angel who was crushing the ugliest hellish gargoyle under her feet as she was rising to paradise. Even better, the statuesque young girl looked like a warrior demi-goddess which was now ascending to Valhalla or Mount Olympus. As she rose to eternal glory, her pure, marble-like feet were standing on the grotesque corpse of the latest monster she had killed in battle. It was a perfect representation of the triumph of the female and the humiliation of the male. It was a return to the natural order of things and a glimpse into an inevitable future of female domination and male submission. There was only determination in the eyes of the young martial arts avenger now. All the sarcasm and the irony that she liked to show off during her fights in order to further demolish the ego and break the will of her adversaries were now gone. She did not need that attitude anymore. The young girl was now in a solemn and serious mood: it was time to celebrate the final ritual of her journey. It was time to revenge the wailing souls of her family members and of all the victims of the man who was now lying broken beneath her feet while she was rising towards the ceiling of the hangar. It was time for Female Martial Arts Justice. 

(to be continued...)

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  1. Couldn't upload my comment on the day I read the story.

    Once again a great story from kozmik10.

    Hail Martial arts Female !!!

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