FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE (part 5 of 5): THE FINALE, ACT 2

A tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy by Kicked 72

Part 5 of 5: The Finale, Act 2

How to Demolish and Demistify a Mafia Boss

Always smirking confidently, the young woman was enjoying the pathetic spectacle of this once feared man who was now worshipping her feet for mercy: his face was entirely covered by her size 9 soles but she perfectly knew what was happening to him down there. She felt his tongue, his lips and even his hot tears wetting her sensitive soles. She could even feel the uncontrollable spasms of his body when he came. The female avenger wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the man’s complete change of attitude. During her journey to revenge, she had seen that transformation happen too many times in her male opponents. She was almost disappointed though, because she thought that at least him, her most hated enemy, the loathed big boss, would have kept his defiant chauvinist attitude until the last moment of his life: killing him would have tasted even better if he had. Instead, she just found out that even this cruel criminal who had such a tragic impact on her life, was nothing but another insecure man who was hiding his desire to submit to women under a shallow – but cruel – façade of machismo. Just like all men, he was neurologically hardwired to serve women: his foot fetishism was an obvious clue that he was unconsciously but irresistibly aspiring to be dominated by the female sex. Just like most men, he was too stupid to admit that to himself. He sublimated his losing struggle against his own nature with delusions of power as well as with acts of cruelty, especially towards women. And exactly like any self-hating male in denial, he unconsciously wanted that violence to be directed towards him but hundreds of years of male chauvinism were preventing him from realising that. Until now, of course. For all his life, he had been unconsciously waiting for a woman like the young martial arts avenger to arrive. A superior female warrior who would make tabula-rasa of his artificial chauvinistic ego with a shower of well-placed kicks. With her deadly feet she had set him free: this young woman was at the same time his long overdue nemesis and his saviour. 

While she killed and humiliated one gangster after the other, the young female avenger was discovering this most true nature of the male gender. As a result, she had lost all the very little respect or interest she still had for men: they were weak and undignified opponents. She took on 249 of them during her revenge journey and none of them had been able to lay a single blow on her. Several times, she had faced more that 30 fully armed men on her own: even though she was bare handed and only used her kicks to fight she always triumphed. She left piles of horribly deformed male corpses behind her: she always walked away from these battles without a single bruise on her perfect body. Even the boss, who was supposed to be her toughest opponent, turned out completely hopeless in combat against her. He used guns, knives and every cowardly trick: and there he was now, two sound beatings later, lapping at her feet like a dog, begging for mercy. Just another sick foot creep who deserved to be crushed under female soles.  She realised that men were only dangerous because they were in denial of their own submissive nature and, most crucially, because they were operating in a patriarchal society that enabled their abusive and violent behavior: their privilege and the sick fabrications of patriarchy fueled their psychotic violence, especially towards those women who had not discovered their superior fighting potential yet. In fact, a single well-trained woman like herself could destroy and humiliate thousands of them without firing a single shot: she just needed to learn how to kill with her feet, the eternal symbol and the deadliest weapon of female supremacy. Men were just vile and inferior creatures who needed to be eliminated and left behind without any remorse. In perennial and dumb denial of their own submissive nature, they had created an unnatural world, which was dangerous, iniquitous and unsafe for everyone, including themselves. It was unbearable that so many people, just like the young avenger and her family, had to suffer and die to reinforce the stupid, mediocre and childish delusions of patriarchy. This is why all chauvinistic men had to be mercilessly killed, so that a new world could rise. This macho culture needed to be destroyed by any means necessary: women needed to take matters into their hands (and feet) to make it happen, wiping out all male resistance. A new gynarchic society had to be established as soon as possible all over the earth: it will be a world in which men will find peace of mind and their proper place in society by serving under the martial arts soles of well-trained high-kicking women. 

Death Sentence

While the young woman had already written his death sentence in her mind, the cowardly man at her feet was still trying to save his worthless life. Stuttering through her soles, he told her that he was going to give her whatever she wants: money, houses, power. She promised her that if she gave him a chance to live, he was going to disappear and start another life in another continent.  He was going to be honest this time, he swore. He said that he had learned his lesson and that he will not harm no one else, from now on: after this humiliation, his credibility as a criminal will be under the floor anyway. Disappearing would be the only option for him. He even promises to become the young woman's lifetime house slave, if you want him to. 

Always smirking confidently, she ignored his pathetic pleas: she knew that he might be sincere at this point, as she had instilled a sacred fear of her martial arts feet in him. However, even if the woman warrior was extremely satisfied with the state of physical and mental devastation of her victim, it was too late for the boss to be born again as a faithful slave of women in an upcoming future society. He had committed too many crimes against the superior female sex to be forgiven: and in any case, the woman avenger whose family he had sadistically slaughtered certainly was not the one to grant the boss the mercy he had never showed to his many victims. She simply hated him too much to let him live, even if she had easily managed to reprogram his simple male mind with her feet in the course of a few hours and a couple of severe kickdowns. He, and all his 249 dead henchmen, had to be set as an examples to what will happen to men when they abuse women from now on. 

‘Hahahaha!' – the woman laughed in reply to the middle aged man’s pathetic pleas – 'So you really think that someone like me would settle down for anything that a scumbag like you can provide? You are such a stereotypical male! What you can’t steal with brute force and treachery, you try to buy with money. You know the price of everything and the value of nothing don’t you? I spit on people like you! Do you think that I would ever betray my parents and myself for money? You really believe that you can put a price on my mercy after what you’ve done to me and my family? Are you trying to buy my 10 years long journey to righteous revenge with your filthy cash and the promise of luxurious life? Not everyone is a money whore like you and you fellow Mafiosi, you piece of shit! You are offending me! No amount of gold and riches will ever be enough to steer me away from my ultimate goal, which is your death under my feet. Now I am really angry and you haven’t seen me angry yet!! I’ll show you what a woman with a cause can do!’ The boss shuddered in fear when he heard  the young woman’s stern tone and her determined threats.  This woman was incorruptible, there was a fire within her that he could only respect and admire. The girl continued in a more sarcastic tone:

‘And besides, not that this information is of much use to you - as you don’t need  money in hell -, but  you are not as rich as you think you are. Not anymore, at least. Days ago, I have accessed all your bank accounts and drained them. I have distributed your money to all the families of your victims. I have given a share of your earnings to the women who have been working in your prostitution network so that they can have some form of wage. I have kept some for myself as a reimbursement for all the expenses I had to sustain while chasing you and your lot around the world…No more shall young women suffer because of  you’. 

She had also sent money to the young twin daughters of the boss: the poor girls were still too young, they could not choose their father. Moreover, the martial arts avenger did not want any more innocent women to go through hardships because of this man. However, she did not tell the Boss about this: he did not deserve to know about his daughters, not even in the moment of his death. He had to die knowing that, because of his own selfishness and his career of evil, he was abandoning his daughters and wife to a very uncertain destiny. A shameful thing for any man and especially for a patriarchal mafioso.  

While he worshipped her opponents powerful feet, the boss could only acknowledge that he had been outsmarted by this young woman one more time. Moreover, this young girl possessed a noble soul that the materialistic boss could only be jealous of.

But his moment of appreciation for the moral qualities of his superior female opponent was short: the young woman addressed the distressed man with an angry tone again.

‘You are also offending my intelligence when you say that, if I let you go, you are going to change your life and be an honest person from now on. Don’t’ make me laugh! I know your kind too well, asshole! If I let you go you will start misbehaving again as soon as you will feel safe. As a consequence, I will have to hunt you down wherever you will be and crush you like an insect. Why waste time when I can do that right now and solve the problem forever?’ All hope seemed to vanish for the Boss as the girl spoke these fateful words. For his further despair, she added ‘And how can you even think that you can become my home slave? I don’t want the filthy assassin of my family around me, not even as a slave! Getting a male slave could be a good idea but I would not never choose an old man like you, especially after I have irreparably crippled your body with the same feet that you are kissing right now. Face it, you are more useless than ever! The only place you deserve to go next is hell...and I’m going to send you down there with my feet before the night is over!’ Hearing his death sentence coming out from the young woman’s sensual lips, the man abandoned any hope. There was no way for him to get out of that situation: he was going to die because this girl wanted him to and he only had to accept it. 

Indeed, with her next move the relentless young woman was determined to take her adversary one step further down the road of the total demolition of his mind ego and mind, just before the final execution commenced. 

Making an Impact

As the boss continued intensely worshipping her bare soles for his dear life, the young woman removed one foot from his adoring lips: she tapped him on the side of the head with the ball of her foot to demand his attention. Surprised and insecure about what other painful trick her torturer had in mind for him now, the man timidly raised his eyes to look at the young girl’s self-assured face: he looked like a dog who had just been called to attention by its master. As soon as she made eye contact with her middle aged foot worshipper, the young lady pointed one of her slender fingers outwards, signaling him to look to his right. Since the boss’s neck and spine were badly injured the man obeyed, but his head was turning way too slowly for the short amount of patience that the resolute young woman’s had for him. She placed one foot on his cheek, rudely turning his head towards a corner of the room and making the man send out a feeble moan of pain. What the man saw there was even more distressful than this further foot torture by the young lady. He noticed that a video camera was on ‘recording’ mode. It was clearly recording the scene of his total humiliation at the feet of the young woman. His eyes wondered around the room only to see several other cameras and audio microphones capturing the scene from other angles. His shaken mind started wondering about the reasons why his superior female adversary was doing that. However, he did not have to wait too long to know her reasons as the young woman started talking to him again. 

‘Well it seems that you are not the only one who had the idea of filming his killings – while she said that she increased the pressure of her foot on the boss’s cheek, twisting his neck further to augment his pain – Since the beginning of my mission I have been recording all the beatdowns, all the humiliations and all the executions I have performed against your shitty gang. Even if watching the footage of me killing and humiliating you and all your henchmen will always bring a smile on my face, I did not do all this for selfish reasons, let alone to satisfy some form of sick sexual perversion! Here comes one of the many differences between me and a filthy bastard like you. I want my revenge journey to be useful not just for me but also for the rest of the world: this is why I am going to share all this footage with the media and on the web. I can guarantee you that this stuff will go viral! The entire world will see what I did to you and your men. I have many reasons to do this. First of all, I want the video to reach other people like me, the friends and relatives of the many innocent victims of your gang. They will not get their loved ones back but at least they’ll see with their own eyes that painful and lethal retribution has been delivered to the assassins. Justice has finally been made!’

She paused for a second: her thoughts went to the many souls who, just like her, had suffered from the boss’s malevolent actions. The she stared down at the boss lying at her feet with steely look in her eyes.

‘I also want your gang’s name to be shamed and canceled forever – she hissed -  Because of this public humiliation, you are going to be derided and made fun of for generations to come. Not only your lives but also your reputation will be crushed under my soles for eternity, while you rot in hell with your henchmen. All your relatives will change their surnames, not to be associated with one of those guys who can be see begging for mercy at the feet of a  girl who has just spectacularly kicked their asses. Nobody in the criminal world will ever respect the name of a mafia gang that has been demolished by the feet of a young girl: everyone will see me effortlessly kicking 249 fully armed men to death. The whole world will witness the cowardice of your men, fighting in dozens against a single unarmed girl, and getting regularly vanquished. Billions of women will laugh at these once feared criminals, crying and begging for mercy at the feet of a young girl who has just proven to be immensely superior to them in combat. No one will ever respect the memory a boss like you, who’s been crying and begging for his life under the bare soles of a young woman who has defeated him repeatedly and who’s going to execute him mercilessly for the whole world to see. Everything you have done in your life will be forgotten, erased by the ultimate worldwide public humiliation that I am inflicting you as we speak. The women of your gang will spit on your graves in contempt. You and your men will be buried in nameless tombs to ensure that your memory will be lost as soon as possible. I will pay a visit though: I will take off my shoes just to dance on your rotten bones one more time with my victorious bare feet, rejoicing in your oblivion. The disgrace of your gang will soon extend to the entire Mafia system, undermining its macho reputation forever. You will go down in history as the most undignified boss who, by being publicly humiliated by a girl, has kickstarted the decline of your century old organisation: that’s the only way in which you will be remembered, ha ha ha! - The girl let out a cruel laugh then continued - ‘The credibility of the patriarchal system which has enabled the violence of men like you will inevitably decline as a consequence. The same chauvinism of the world you have created will ensure your eternal damnation and the downfall of the entire male genre.’ The barefoot woman took another brief pause: this time she wanted the Boss to take some time to imagine the consequences of his incredibly humiliating demise under her feet.

‘But I don’t want to just bring righteous destruction to your gang: limiting myself to such an easy task would make for a lack of ambition from a woman like me. I also want to send a warning to millions of men like you and to all the boys who wish to become just like you. Any male who will see you degrade yourself and die like this at my feet will think twice before harassing a woman again. Young boys will refrain from glorifying and imitating gangsters like yourself, knowing that they can easily be demolished and disgraced by the kicks of a young girl. They will also stop thinking that criminals are unbeatable and always cool, because a pretty young woman has just showed the entire world that these supposedly hard men are actually just weak cowardly fighters and pathetic foot creeps. I want each young male to know that, if you become a sexist criminal, a female martial artist will crush your gang and make you cry for mercy at her feet, just before she mercilessly executes you with her kicks. These videos will scare off many potential future male criminals and abusers.  Men will learn to respect and even fear women and their martial arts feet. Sorry, not sorry but no Scarface-like movie will be made out of your criminal career! – she laughed knowing that she had just took a shot at the narcissism of her male prisoner - No Sopranos style series will celebrate the history of your weak ass gang, on the contrary! It’s much more likely that Hollywood and the media industries of the world will start producing film franchises and tv series about martial arts women like me, who are capable to singlehandedly destroy entire mafia gangs with their kicks! And that’s exactly what I want. A positive change in culture and society for women. This is the ultimate, most important goal, of my entire mission. I want to inspire women by showing them that they can do anything if they put their minds and body to it. I will show them that a woman can singlehandedly - and quite easily - take down an all-powerful male criminal gang using her feet, her martial arts skills and her superior intelligence as her only weapons. I will show women that humiliating and killing men can also be fun and that you can look stunning while you’re at it!

Your pathetic attempts at stopping me once again demonstrate that men will try anything to keep a woman down. They take advantage of the privileges that the patriarchal society has unjustly granted them. They try to ruin women’s lives with cruelty. They gang-up in groups of hundreds to attack a single woman. They are ready to use weapons and cheating to take her down. Nevertheless, whatever these hordes of inferior males will throw at her does not matter: a single well-trained woman who is aware of her potential will always manage to kick hundreds of male asses simultaneously, just like I did with you and your gang, and she’ll make it look easy, witty and classy too. Girls are more intelligent than men and will immediately do the maths: if a young girl can singlehandedly wipe out hundreds of blood thirsty gangsters, imagine what any woman will be able to do to the would-be-abusive men who will try to stop her in everyday life!

I want females to fully comprehed the vasity of their inherent mental and physical superiority over males. No man will ever intimidate, harass or hurt a woman anymore. Women will become aware of the submissive nature of men and will learn how to easily subdue them: millions of female martial arts feet will be ready to strike and crush men down whenever necessary. I want to make sure that, in the future, filthy bastards like you will have to face women who can easily destroy them, just like I did. These videos will accelerate the dawning of a new era in which girls will rule and men will serve under female feet. 

I destroyed you and your gang for what you did to me and my family. However, your death will also determine a positive impact on the rest of world or, possibly, a revolution! You should be grateful because I’m giving you the chance to do something good, instead of evil, for the first and the last time in your life.’

The man listened fearfully to the woman’s speech knowing that everything she said was absolutely true. He marveled at the scope of her ambition and at the clarity of her vision. Once again this young lady had impressed him with her superior intellect and wisdom. For what concerned himself, he was completely disheartened and he lost all hope. The spiral of bottomless degradation that the young girl had planned for him was absolutely overwhelming and inescapable at that point: what was left of his survival instincts abandoned him completely. His life was a dead end anyway. There was nothing else to do and nowhere else to go for him now: the feet of his beautiful female nemesis had literally cancelled him. Going back to his previous life was unthinkable, after all the abuse, the humiliation he had suffered. He could not carry on living with the permanent physical and psychological damage that he had endured under the feet of this girl. His family and his mafia community would never take him back after he had shamed their name in such unprecedented ways: they would have killed him or they would have demanded that he took his own life in shame. If he had gone to the police, they would probably lock him up in a criminal hospital for the mentally ill, acknowledging the psychological and neurological damage he had been subject to during the beatings he had received. Persecuted by his own shame  and by the derision of the entire world, he would certainly commit suicide in any case. Another possibility was to become a homeless person: a crazy man living on the street, forever obsessed by the feet of the woman who had thrown him among society’s rejects: also in this case he would have probably died very soon, having lost any will to live after his fatal multiple confrontation with the red haired female avenger. Ultimately, any perspective he had left in life had already been annihilated by the feet of this portentous young girl. 

Playing Around with the Boss

After the female avenger announced the publication of the videos – and described their obvious consequences - the hopeless boss even stopped begging for his life. He knew he was doomed in more ways than one: however, he kept on worshipping the bare soles of his female jailer with his swollen lips and his tongue. He just felt a natural, irresistible compulsion to tribute the tremendous soles which had crushed his existence and his ego. He felt that he only belonged under the female feet that had changed his life: that was the only place where he wanted to be, possibly forever, or at least for what was left of his time on earth. In the space of one night, this young woman had completely deconstructed him and now he was just ready for whatever form of lethal punishment she was going to inflict on him. The Boss was already dead inside before even being clinically deceased…but very soon the young woman was going to see about that detail too. 

‘Enough!’ – the young woman said suddenly, as the mafioso was still feverishly worshipping her feet. Since the middle aged man seemed unable to stop kissing her soles, she uncrossed her feet, pointed them outwards and slammed her heels against the man’s temples. ‘Enough I said!’, she repeated her command with an annoyed tone as she kicked the man lapping at her feet.

The sharp pain caused by her double heel kick made the man let out a cry of agony but it delivered the message correctly: the boss stopped kissing and licking his opponent’s bare soles immediately. The young girl crossed her feet again in front of his face and spoke again, with a calmer tone: ‘Considering how messed up your entire face is, I have to say that you did a pretty good job kissing and licking my soles: now let’s see how you will pay homage to the other parts of my feet.’ As soon as she said that, the young girl uncrossed her slender ankles once again. In her movement she casually kicked the big face of the boss face with both feet: as a result the man’s head fell heavily from the footstool to the floor, making the girl smirk. She finally stood up from the armchair and walked behind the body of the Boss. ‘Follow me’ she ordered him ‘But don’t you dare to walk! You must crawl behind my heels, like the filthy creep you are!’ the young woman added before she turned around. She stood there like a marble statue, waiting for the boss to get ready to follow her. The man was completely surprised by the girl’s move, but he had no choice but obey. Amongst unbelievable pain, he slowly and awkwardly turned his big body around untin his nose was right behind the girl’s bare heels. As soon as the man completed his turn the woman warrior started walking towards the self-made tatami she had built right in the middle of the hangar. Without taking his eyes away from those female bare heels leading the way, the boss started crawling on the floor, just like he was just been instructed to do. While he’s crawling though, he feels compelled to lick the ground that has been stepped on by the feet of his superior female opponent. He judiciously and passionately licked after each one of her steps: the young girl noticed that as she kept on walking confidently. She didn’t have to tell him to do that: the boss was licking the earth over which she had just stepped out of his own unrestrainable desire to pay homage to her in the most humbling ways. She acknowledged her enemy’s devotion to her feet with a brief look over her shoulder and a satisfied smirk. With her kicks and her humiliation practices, she had completely reprogrammed the mind and the psychology of this formerly chauvinistic male. The young girl walked all the way to the centre of the tatami. Then she turned around and looked down on the boss who was still licking the floor over which she had just taken her last steps. Feigning impatience, the girl began crossed her arms, rolled her eyes and starting tapping one foot on the floor: ‘C’mon hurry up, you old fart! You are always so slow! I know my footprints taste delicious but we need to move on here!’. Terrified by the woman who was scolding him, the boss increased the pace of his licking and crawling towards her. Finally, he reached his temperamental female executioner in the centre of the tatami: he stopped in front of her, so that his forehead was just above the young girl’s perfect toes. He lied there still, fearfully waiting for the female warrior’s next move. She raised one foot from the floor and put it over the back of the man’s head. She pushed his head down so that his adoring lips were now touching the tips of her toes. ‘Good! You are in the perfect position to continue worshipping my feet again. After you’ve serviced the soles, now I want you to pay your humble respects to the toes and to the top of the female feet which have destroyed your evil empire and broken your body and your spirit. Kiss, lick, suck make love to the feet which are only minutes away from killing you too. Worship my feet, the supreme instruments of female martial arts justice!’ After her solemn speech, the young woman put his foot back on the floor, next to the other one. The man threw his face over the feet of the woman who was towering over him. Overwhelmed by her opponents physical superiority, humbled by her commanding attitude and intoxicated by his own total devotion to her punishing feet, the middle man put all his remaining energies in this further session of female foot domination. Adoringly, he took the toes inside his mouth – all of them and then one by one, to give each one the proper respect - he covered the top of her veined marble white feet with burning kisses, he feverishly licked her shapely insteps. As the man was outperforming himself, the young girl stood above him with her arms severely crossed over her chest. Sometimes she stroked her chin, almost as if she was evaluating the quality of the foot worship she was receiving.

Down at her feet, the boss kissed, licked, sucked her lower extremities with all the passion of a man who knew that this was his last chance to be intimate with the object of the greatest love of his life: indeed, he had never feared and loved anything more than those perfect feet and the young woman who had completely overturned his whole world with them. He was so caught up in his foot worshipping bliss that, after twenty minutes or so of intense adoration, he did not hear the voice of his female nemesis coming from above him: ‘Ok stop it now!’ she said looking down on the back of the man who was intensely loving her feet. ‘I said that’s enough, you stupid creep!'. The man continued, absolutely immersed in a world which began and ended with his female opponent's bare feet. Since the man did not respond to her commands the woman slipped one foot from under his lips and put it over his neck. Then she swiftly shifted her weight forward so that her foot started putting pressure on the man’s neck. Stop it right away, scumbag, or I will break your neck between my feet in less than a second! Scissored between the top of the foot under his face and the sole of the one weighting over his neck, now the man understood the man suddenly stopped. ‘What a dumbass you make me repeat myself all the time! And you wanted to be my servant for all time ahhaha. You wouldn’t have lasted long I’m telling you’ The young girl paused then continued ‘Now crawl away from my feet and leave!’, the desperate man worshipping her bare feet was not sure of what he had just heard. ‘You heard me! Oh my Goddess, I hate to repeat myself! Disappear from my sight! Your foot worshipping ability has just saved your life. It’s the only asset you have that was helpful to you, ultimately: not your non-existent fighting skills, not your weak ass henchmen, not your guns, not your money. The thing that just saved your miserable existence is your undeniable talent to lick, kiss and suck the feet of a woman that has kicked your ass several times in a row with them. If you want, I can write you a reference letter so that you can start a new life as the foot servant of some other woman somewhere. Hahaha!’

The man was absolutely confused ‘Bbbbuut - he stuttered while his head was still caught between the girl’s feet - Weren’t you supposed to execute me to revenge your parents?’

‘Yes I was, but look at you now! I have exterminated your gang, I have defeated you in combat, I have crippled your body, I have humiliated you under my feet, I have deprived you of all your assets, I have reprogrammed your mind. You will be estranged from your family, from the mafia and from society in general. You are a dead man walking and you’ll probably die very soon, as a crazy homeless old man who’s rambling about the feet of the woman who destroyed you. I have killed you already. You're dead. Now go away, dispappear from my sight before I change my mind again!’. Once more, the boss thought, everything that the barefoot girl said was true: however he was not in a position to disobey to her. Slowly and reluctantly the man started crawling away from those feet, heading for the door of the hangar. ‘Fine, move, you don’t even deserve to die under these feet, you dirty pig!’ the girl yelled at him while he crawled away from her: ‘It will take me several showers to scrape all your blood, semen and the other disgusting bodily fluids you have spilled on them!' The Boss heard her complain as he was crawling towards the hangar's door. The man’s mind was being blown again by his female opponent. With that further surprising move she was outsmarting him again: first she had erased his life and his reality and now she was forcing him to live in a world where there was no place for him anymore. The only place where he would have felt at home after she had done to him was as a slave under her feet…but she had already dismissed his chances to be near her, even as a servant and a training bag for those wondrous kicks. This young girl had just turned him into an addict to her feet just to deprive him of his new reason to live: this was a cruelty worse than death, but the boss could only accept whatever fate that his female master had designed for him. The Martial Arts Avenger knew that the Boss would have felt at peace serving under her feet: kick after kick, she had just made him access a deeper form of inner knowledge who made him realise that his place was under her soles. But she was there to play with him and to deny him any form of serenity: she wanted him to suffer in his body, mind and soul until the very end. At that point, the boss was so ready to die by those feet, it would have been an honour for him…but now this tremendous young woman was denying him even this violent way out from a destiny of utter shame and humiliation. He was desperate. No matter which form of atrociously painful execution she had in mind for him: death was the only viable alternative to slavery under her feet for him now. He stood up and he started walking towards the door even if the only thing he would have liked to do was to throw himself back at her feet and beg her to please kill him or accept him as a servant. Thinking to live away from those incredible, intoxicating feet was impossible. There were only two ways for him: spend the rest of his life at the feet of the woman who had changed him forever or dying by those same feet. He was already thinking that he was going to sleep in the forest outside the hangar. Every day, he was going to come back asking to be accepted as a slave or killed by her: sooner or later she would have lost patience and she would have granted him one destiny or the other. She would have probably killed him but living in the world after what she had done to him that night was a destiny immensely crueler than death. As the man was stumbling towards the door of the hangar he was immersed in these desperate thoughts: he used to be a powerful boss now he was begging to be allowed to die under the feet of a young girl who had defeated and humiliated him. However, while he walked he noticed that the sarcastic and soul destroying put downs that the girl was directing at him had suddenly stopped. Just before opening the door of the hangar he turned around to give one last look to the stunning woman who had completely devastated him. To his immense surprise though she was not where he last saw her, standing proudly at the centre of the tatami. That’s when he heard a voice coming from behind him, almost like a bird call ‘Pssst! Pssst!’. He turned around rapidly and all he saw was two familiar bare soles flying towards him at full speed. Like a wrecking ball, the soles caught him straight in the chest, cutting his breath and making him fly back to the centre of the tatami. The man landed on his back, feeling like his chest had been hit by a sledgehammer. After a few seconds, he saw the shape of the martial arts girl swinging back and forth above him. Like an acrobat, she was holding on to the trapeze which she had built in the hangar. Despite the pain which was exploding in his chest, the Boss was absolutely mesmerised by this unbelievable young woman. Floating in the air, she was a vision of feminine agility, grace, power and angelic beauty. Too bad that she was acting as a true angel of vengeance for the boss: she was also a very smart and sarcastic angel who had pulled another particularly cruel prank. Lying on his back and with his chest on fire, the boss had to smile thinking about how he got tricked one more time by this superior female being who seemed to be capable of any superhuman feat, including being able to fly. The young woman pulled herself up and she sat on the trapeze, always swinging back and forth up in the air. Looking down on the knocked out boss she started giggling. She was just like a little girl on a swing who had just performed a particularly nasty prank. ‘Sorry dude, but I always loved that Miley Cyrus video and I really wanted to try this trapeze kick, Hahaha!’ she laughed ‘I guess I just came in like a wrecking ball on you with my feet, didn’t I?’ she winked as she referenced the Miley Cyrus song. The boss looked at the girl swinging several feet above him: with her white gym bikini she really looked like singer Miley Cyrus in that famous video. Even those popular culture references in that tragic situation were downright humiliating for the boss: they reminded him that he was being destroyed by a girl who was barely in her twenties, while he was a fifty year old man…He remembered when his daughters were watching that video: he recalled thinking ‘That young chick riding the wrecking ball is hot!’ Now he had been on the receiving end of a ‘wrecking ball’ double kick by another very hot young woman who kept on outsmarting him while playfully kicking his ass...How unpredictable this tremendous girl really was? How many other cruel tricks had she in store for him before killing him? The man's thoughts were rudely interrupted though because the young martial arts avenger spoke to him again: ‘Ooops, I've changed my mind again! I told you my feet were capricious!’ As soon as she said that, the red-haired warrior jumped down from the trapeze. She was smiling as she landed with both feet right on the boss’s groin, causing abundant spurts of blood and freshly ejaculated semen. Then she placed one foot of the boss’s chest while the other one was still resting on his bleeding testicles. ‘Oh my god, I can't believe you are that stupid! You thought that after what you have done to me and my family I would have set you free for real? Did you really believe even for a second that I would have blown the chance to kill you under my feet, after I've been dreaming about this moment for 12 years? I just wanted to play around with you a little bit more. I wanted you to feel how desperate your life could have been after I have deprived you of your power, your ego and your dignity and made you a slave of my feet’– the young girl stopped to look straight into the eyes of the terrified man lying under her feet. – ‘I have to say that I had a lot of fun watching you humiliating yourself time after time...But now playtime is over’. Always standing on the man’s broken body, the barefoot girl reached out for a wired remote control which was hanging suspended in the middle of the Tatami and pushed a big yellow button on it: from the hangar's ceiling a rusty mechanical pulley began to slowly descend towards the floor, making a sinister clattering noise.

(to be continued...)