FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE (PART 5 OF 5): THE FINALE, ACT 4

A Tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy By Kicked72

Part 5 of 5: The Finale, Act 4 (Torture, Execution, Peace)

Hanging Boss, Kicking Girl

The pulley had now reached a height of almost twelve meters above the floor. That’s where the young female warrior stopped it: calmly, she checked that the height was adequate for her next move. Then she spoke to the man who was agonising under her feet: ‘We have come to the end of this journey: this is your last station, filthy pig! This how you die!’, she said with a calm but severe tone. As soon as she said those words, the barefoot girl jumped into the air, always using the body of the boss as her trampoline. As she jumped, she simultaneously released the chains that held the ankles of the criminal. The girl’s swift action made the man’s body move from a parallel to a perpendicular position to the floor. Once again, the boss was now hanging by his wrists, which were tied above his head: he groaned in pain as the weight of his entire body was now supported only by his wrists. In the meantime, the red-haired beauty was floating through the air, looking like a bird that was lightly gliding on an updraft: as she dived down, she grabbed the trapeze which was hanging from the ceiling of the hangar. Holding the trapeze with both hands, the young woman started swinging back and forth once again. Enchanted by her graceful and powerful physique flying all around him, the middle-aged criminal almost forgot about the fact that this exceptional female body had been forged and molded through the years by its own possessor with the specific purpose of killing him in the most painful way. He was soon reminded of this reality though, because as soon her swings had reached enough speed, the young girl began flying towards the boss with boht her legs extended, hitting the man in the face with her bare soles as she was flying past him. Her kick made the man spin around in the air at 180 degrees, so that his face was in a perfect position to be struck once again by the feet of his female torturer, as she was flying back towards him from the opposite corner of the hangar. The martial arts girl repeated these spectacular back and forth double kick swings at least 6 times, hitting the man’s upper body or face as it spun around in the air. Each time the man could see those legendary size 9 soles getting bigger and bigger as they were flying towards him, bringing the promise of another piece of terrible agony with them: invariably, those feet delivered true explosions of unbearable pain to whichever part of the boss’s body they were impacting with. Sometimes during her airbourne attacks, the young girl applied some creative variations too: at a certain point, when she was flying feet-first towards her human target, she let go of the trapeze and spread her legs. To support herself, she wrapped her legs around the man’s torso in a painful scissors: then she threw the upper part of her body down so that she could grab the trapeze again as it swung by. As soon as she got hold of the trapeze, she unlocked her leg scissor and pushed with both feet against the man’s upper body as she flew away, in order to give herself propulsion and – obviously - to hurt the boss again with her bare feet in the process. It was just another phenomenal sample of the unique mix between acrobatics, gymnastics, dance and martial arts that this hyper creative woman had molded into the most lethal fighting style ever! After having taken at least 12 of these astounding acrobatic trapeze propelled kicks the boss thought that this was the way in which he was going to be killed. ‘A couple more of these hits and I’ll be dead!’ he was thinking to himself as the flying young woman was relentlessly battering him with her feet. After the unbelievable distress that he had been put through in the last few hours, he was almost relieved at the thought. However, despite the recently acquired admiration and devotion he had for this young woman, the boss was underestimating her again. Nevertheless, it would be too much to ask a man to read the mind of a superior woman: the stupid boss could not even imagine the creative peaks that this woman was about to reach in the pursue of her revenge against him. He could only watch, admire, suffer (and consequently die) as she was getting ready to blow his mind again with the supreme kick combination that will end his terrestrial life.

The Four Kicks of Justice: Technique One

With both her hands holding on the trapeze, the young woman was flying towards her hanging male target one more time: her legs were fully extended and her parallel soles were ready to strike again. Seeing those deadly bare feet speeding towards him again, the boss closed his eyes to get ready for the impact. It really seemed like those feet were directed at his face once again, to hit it with another earth-shattering double kick. After all the beatings he had suffered, that might turn out to be the death blow for him: the ultimate strike from the myriad of kicks he had already taken from those perfect and lethal female feet. With his eyes firmly shut, the boss was getting ready the mother of all kicks: however, the much-feared blow which was going to put him out of his misery was seemingly taking its time. So far, the Martial Arts Lady had been fast as lightning, anticipating each move of her opponent and preventing him from putting on any defense, not even a psychological one. So what was she waiting for now? The Boss opened his eyes to see what was up with his pretty executioner. To his surprise, the red-haired female warrior was nowhere to be seen. The trapeze was swinging loose in the air, lonely. Fearing a surprise attack from behind, the suspended man turned his head around but still there was no signed of his stunning and merciless enemy. Wondering if she might have tricked him again with some ninja technique, the man also looked up: nope, this time this acrobatic trickster was not standing on his shoulders like she had done a few minutes before. She was gone, the woman that had just destroyed his life seemed to have suddenly disappeared! In his foolishness, the man began to think that perhaps she could have made a mistake, maybe while she was trying some new fatal acrobatic kick, and she had fallen down. If that was the case, he would have to find a way to get out of that situation: after all he was hanging twelve meters high in the middle of a deserted hangar, half dead, half naked and tied to a pulley with iron chains. However, as soon as he had started forming these silly male thoughts, the Boss started to feel waves of pain rising from his lower belly and quickly expanding throughout his body. Soon the agony had reached every corner of his nervous system. These new waves of torment were increasingly acute and managed to surpass every level of distress he had felt so far. Despite the nylon closing his jaw, he had to scream in pain: in complete distress, the boss looked down to his groin, where this new type of unbelievable pain seemed to be coming from. What he saw totally blew his mind! Two very familiar bare soles and ten well known female toes could be seen sticking out from under his groin. The soles were perfectly aligned and parallel: they were clamping around his genitals which had been caught in the space between the martial arts girl’s feet. The young female warrior was hanging upside down from his genital like a pretty vampire bat! Her full weight was supported only by the boss’s genitalia which she had caught between her feet. To his utter horror and awe, the man discovered that the young girl did not make a mistake, let alone fall down, on the contrary: as she was flying towards the boss, she faked a double kick, left the trapeze and dived down head first towards the floor. As she was heading down she firmly clamped her feet around the man’s genitals. Her big toes and her heels were touching, clamping the man's entire genital organs in the hole between her parallel feet. And there she was perfectly still and hanging upside down at 12 meters from the floor: her only support were the genitals of the boss which she had encircled, clutching them in a grip around the space between her feet. Once again the boss had dared to underestimate this extraordinary young woman. And once again she had blown his limited male mind with her superior creativity and infinite dexterity.  With her feet firmly clenched around her enemy’s naked dick and balls, the young martial arts avenger was hanging upside down: her hands where joined together over her chest as if she was meditating. Her body weight was entirely supported by the skin of the man’s balls which was now painfully stretching. Pretty soon the skin of his nutsack was going to give in and be torn from the man’s body with horrifying consequences for the man. That was exactly what the woman who was clutching those genitals between her feet wanted to happen. After the Boss had realised what she was doing to him, the young woman finally spoke, her eyes always closed in concentration. ‘This one is the first of the four  techniques with which I am now going kill you’ her calm but authoritative tone suddenly silenced the boss’s screams of utter agony. ‘These are very personal moves and each one is dedicated to my dearest ones, whom you killed mercilessly. With this technique, I am avenging my beloved mother and sister. You brutally raped them with your disgusting male sex organs: now I am going to bring the ultimate torture and annihilation to the genitalia which have violated the women in my family. This is the first step of your calvary. Get ready to die in agony, as you deserve’. After she spoke these solemn words, the woman stood still and silent again. She did not need to do anything else: her sheer body weight and gravity's pull were going to do all the work. The skin of the boss’s balls was slowly tearing up between and under her feet. The pain that she was causing to the boss by just hanging by his balls was unspeakable and she knew it. She had been planning and experimenting these special execution techniques for years: each one of them was absolutely unique and had a special meaning related to her tragic story. Finally, she could now unleash all her creative avenging fury on the assassin who ruined her life. While the man was screaming in pain, the young woman felt beatific. Her mind was full of sweet memories of her mother and sister: thinking that she was finally avenging their death made her feel peaceful and calmly happy. In sharp contrast with her beatitude, the man above her was going through the most atrocious agony ever experienced by a man. Even if in this moment he was above her and she was underneath him, she was in heaven and he was going through hell. Slowly but surely the skin of the man’s nutsack was starting to give in to the weight of the woman who was haging from them by her feet. The young woman could feel the skin getting ripped between her feet, making her descend a few centimeters towards the ground: she welcomed this expected progress with a smirk on her perfectly beautiful and beatific face. She stood still and calm though, as the man above her stupidly contorted and twisted his body in agony, thus accelerating the inevitable rupture of the tissue. She also felt his dick rise up in the final erection of his life: it was the boss’s final homage to the greatness of his female rival. She was punishing him in such a perfectly beautiful and clever way that his dick could not avoid tributing her one final salute. Indeed, when the skin of his nutsacks finally gave in and the woman started her graceful descent towards the ground, the boss came for the last time in his life. The man looked on in stupor, as this beautiful woman was diving down from between his groin: like an angel she opened her arms as she was floating towards the ground. The boss experienced the entire scene in slow motion, almost as if he was watching a film. His dick and his balls were still clamped between the young woman’s pretty feet as she was diving down. The boss could see his entire genital package fly away from him, trapped between the portentous feet of his female castratrix. Despite being severed from his body, the man's penis was still coming and streamers of semen and blood were flying through the air, surrounding the perfect silouhette of the martial arts avenger as she floated lightly towards the floor of the hangar. When she was at around four meters from the ground, the young woman executed a perfect flip, so that she could land on her feet. When she touched the ground, the penis and the testicles trapped under her feet literally exploded beneath her soles, crushed by her weight which was augmented by gravity’s pull. It was the most spectacular and beautiful castration ever caught on video! As usual, the young martial arts avenger landed gracefully: she stood there for a few seconds, letting the beauty of her own performance sink within herself. Her feet were soaked in a puddle of blood, sperm, and gore which once was her enemy's reproductive package. Above her head, the boss was still hanging suspended, blood falling from the empty space between his legs which once accomodated his genitals. The young woman smiled as she quickly wiped her feet with the man’s trousers which were lying abandoned on the floor. Then she jumped up again, ready to enact the second station of the personalized calvary she had devised for her arch enemy. 

The Four Kicks of Justice: Technique Two

With almost supernatural agility, the martial arts girl easily climbed up one of the work towers which had been built inside the hangar. When she had reached a sufficient height, she jumped into the air and grabbed the trapeze which was floating near the hanging body of the boss. She pushed with both feet against the man's chest in order to propel herself so that she started swinging back and forth again. However, this time her pace was much slower than before. Each time she got close to the bleeding boss though, she did not kick him with full power like she had previously done, on the contrary: she just touched a precise point of his torso with the pointed tip of her right foot. Then she planted her sole on the man’s chest, bent her knee and she pushed herself away lightly, using her bleeding enemy as a springboard. It looked like she was studying her next attack and accurately taking aim in order to strike a precise point in her opponent’s body. Each time she got close to the boss, she made sure to look right into his eyes: the woman found nothing but despair and fear in the eyes of the emasculated boss, while the man could see determination, focus and calm in her enemy’s emerald iris. With extreme attention and care, the young woman rehearsed her strike three times. Then she landed on a high platform, placed on the building tower from which she had jumped. She stood there, facing the hanging boss: she was positioned slightly above him. With the trapeze still in her hands the young woman looked into the eyes of the man who was bleeding to death in front of her. While his groin was still raining blood over the tatami’s floor underneath, the man could see his statuesque female opponent getting ready to unleash her footpower against him: between the two there was a gap of several meters of air, but he knew that it was going to be very easy for her to fly across it in order bring further destruction on his already dying body. The young  female avenger exhaled, like an acrobat getting ready to perform her most difficult exercise. Her thoughts went to her beloved father and brother. Her mind was suddenly filled with sweet memories of them from her childhood. Tragically, these images soon beang to fade away to be immediately replaced by the gruesome and disparaging scenes of their death: that was what happened in her mind every time she thought of her father and brother…and the responsible for everything she was going through was there, hanging just in front of her, ready to be finally executed. The red haired beauty clenched her teeth with rage: her green eyes were circled with flames of vengeance as she stared at her enemy with fearsome intensity. She had designed the technique that she was going to do next specifically to avenge the death of the only two men she ever loved. ‘Here comes the second station of your calvary’ - she proclaimed – ‘This one is for my father and for my brother! My father was a brave and righteous man. He should have never died by the hand of a worthless coward like you. My brother was just a little boy: you have spilled his innocent blood with brutality. Now I will bring peace to the soul and deliver justice to the assassin of the men in my family'.’ The barefoot lady grappled the trapeze with both hands and took off. As she was flying towards her loathed opponent, she extended her beautiful right leg forward: like a ballerina she pointed her foot towards her enemy. Her toes looked like the tip of an ivory spear, expertly directed towards an enemy target. When she was three meters away from the hanging boss, she let go of the trapeze and leapt towards her enemy, with her foot always pointed forward. Mid-air, she assumed a perfectly iconic flying kick pose, all her muscles bulging under her skin. As she let out a fierce ‘Kia!’ scream, her pointed foot hit the body of the boss right under the solar plexus. Like the tip of the sharpest knife running through a piece of butter, the toe of her pointed foot ripped her enemy’s flesh apart. Her entire foot penetrated smoothly inside the body on her enemy, followed by her ankle and then by her calf. The woman's toes also pierced through the skin of the man’s back making her foot come out from the other side. The penetration of her leg was only stopped when her right hip impacted with the boss’s now boneless torso. With just one kick, the fierce female had run through her enemy’s body. Her foot, her ankle and the lower part of her calf were sticking out from the hanging man's back. The young female martial arts expert had literally impaled the man’s torso with her foot and leg. She ran her arms around the head of the boss, adjusting her knee which was inside the man’s body, so that she could support herself only by the leg that was impaling his body. The two were suspended 12 meters from the floor, wrapped in this lethal – for the boss – embrace. The young female martial artist looked like a tango ballerina with her leg wrapped around her male dance partner’s hip…with the noticeable exceptions that her leg was actually running through the man’s body and that her partner looked much more like a mutilated zombie rather than a dancer…The defeated man’s head was now resting on the girl’s breast. He was barely breathing now, but incredibly he was still alive. That incredible flying drill kick was beyond any human imagination. Always following her well prepared plan, the young woman had been setting the stage for that incredible strike throughout her entire confrontation with the boss. With thousands of expert kicks from her deadly feet, she had been tenderizing those specific parts of the man’s flesh for hours now. She had ‘prepared’ his body so that her foot was not going to meet any resistance as it travelled through it. Still, she had to be extremely accurate in her execution. Her toe had to hit specific entry and exit points in the man’s belly and back, in order for this spectacularly gory technique to be successful. If her foot had struck only a few millimeters under, above or to the side of the perfect spot, she would have fallen down from a considerable height with unpredictable consequences. But the young girl was too focused, skilled and determined to fail. It was a once in a lifetime kick, something that nobody had managed to accomplish before: she knew she was putting a lot at stake trying that move…but she wanted to celebrate her revenge with something really unique…and she succeeded. It was the most difficult kick ever performed but the young female avenger made it look like the easiest thing in the world. Still inebriated with her own incredible accomplishment the young woman whispered in the man’s ear: ‘Do you remember how you slaughtered my father? Do you remember your huge knife running through his belly and sticking out from his back? Well I have been haunted by that scene all my life.’ – she told the gasping man – ‘With my foot I have just did what your knife had done to my father and some. A real martial artist does not need weapons to blow his enemy’s body apart. Now my father’s cowardly assassination has been avenged through my public humiliation and execution of his unworthy killer’. 

The Four Kicks of Justice: Technique Three

The young woman reached for the wired remote control of the pulley. She pushed a big rubber button and the physically intertwined couple started their slow descent towards the floor. Despite all the gore and the blood, there was an elegance in the sight of these two fighters as they came down. It was an epic sight. The stunningly beautiful woman had one arm elegantly extended above her head as she held the remote control in her hand. Like a female warrior-saint she was looking down on the ravaged head of her crippled enemy which was resting on her gorgeous breasts. One of her legs was extended as the tip of her pretty white foot was preparing to touch the ground. Her other leg however was running through and around her victim’s body, like a voluptuous snake: it was something never seen before, especially because it was not out of a film but a real and extremely dramatic situation! From a distance they looked like a sculpture, something like like Michelangelo’s La Pietà…except that there was very little pity in the femal martial arts avenger for the foot impaled Boss! He was being taken down to the ground again so that the last part of his execution could be carried out according to his executioner's will. As soon as the man’s shoes were scraping the floor, the woman stopped the pulley. His legs were not able to support him any more. If she had released him from the pulley he would have folded like a piece of cloth: so she kept the height of the pulley at a level which made the boss stay upright, albeit shakingly. She needed him standing for a little bit more before the end. As soon as she stopped the pulley, the young woman put her left foot against the upper part of the man’s chest. She pushed against it with all her might so that she could pull out her leg form inside the boss’s body. At first her leg seemed irretrivably stuck inside the man’s body and it did not seem to come out easily. The young woman pushed with all her might grinding her foot harder against the dying man’s chest: all of a sudden her leg came out fast from the boss’s big fat belly. It made a sound similar to a bottle of champagne being uncorked followed by the sickening gurgling of blood and perforated internal organs. The martial art girl was pushed away from the man’s body by her own strength: she jumped back and executed a perfect backflip in the air and a caterwaul that made her land in a flawless gymnastics stance. As soon as her leg came out, a bucketful of blood and several other body fluids spilled out from the hole in the man’s body. In the space which was recently occupied by her leg there was a hole now: it was so big that one could easily see through it. With a cocksure smile on her face, the young woman avenger walked up to the chained man and drove her arm through the cavity in his body, making her hand stick out from the other side. The hole was so wide that her arm could go through it without touching the man’s flesh or internal matter. In the meantime, she pushed her knee against his empty crotch ‘Not much left there and the same goes for down here’. She took out her arm and turned her back on him. ‘What can I say? I always believed that you mafiosi liked see through stuff!’. She turned around and spoke to the living carcass of the boss hanging in front of her. ‘You know, whatever I did to you in this hangar has been carefully planned and thought over for 12 long years. I have prepared every detail and I must say that I’m very satisfied with how things have been proceeding so far. However, in all my fights, including this one, I always like to leave some space for improvisation. You know, I like to react to new elements which might arise as I wipe the floor with my male enemies. As a man you will probably have a very hard time understanding this but, since I’m a woman, I can be perfectly organised and very creative at the same time. I know, it’s great being me and it sucks being you, especially now I have to say.' – she smirked at her own sarcasm and continued – for example the next technique that I’m going to apply to you was not included in my original plan. Actually, I have started thinking about it only tonight, when you told me that for all these yeas you have been using the footage of my family’s massacre to get sexually excited. Congratulations asshole! You have turned out to be even more of a sick psychopath than I thought you were. Your bragging about it inspired me and I’ve decided to add a last-minute special treat for you. You wanted to break my will with your sick cruelty but you've only earned another agonising torture from my deadly martial arts feet. Consider it a bonus track in your already atrocious agony and a lesson for all men: you should never brag with a woman that could easily kill you with her feet. Very soon you will pay a very high price for it.’  The man widened his eyes in terror at the thought of another atrocious torture ‘Good, that’s exactly how I want you: keep your eyes wide open and don’t shut them as soon as I’m finished with you ok?’ As soon as she stopped talking, the statuesque beauty bent forward and executed a perfect upside down handstand: pivoting on one arm, she rapidly twisted her body around and lashed out with both legs simultaenuosly towards the boss’s head. With incredible accuracy, her toes struck inside the man’s ocular cavities and pinched the man’s eyebulbs, effortlessly extracting them from their orbits. As her cartwauling legs were pulling away from him, the man’s eyebulbs where being sent flying through the air, caught between the toes of the martial arts avenger: like party streamers attached to a golf ball, the optical nervers which were attached to each eyebulb could be seen flying too as the martial arts avenger ultimated her perfect blinding move. The young woman landed on her feet and stood there with the man’s severed eyebulbs trapped beneath the big and the second big toe of each one of her feet. It was a kick which she had totally improvised on the spot, even if she had been thinking about it since the man showed her that vile footage: to create it, she mixed some typical Capoeira acrobatic kicks with her gymnastics background. Once again, she took risks and she succeeded brilliantly!  Satisfied with the surgical precision of her impromptu double kick, the woman looked at the bulbs between her toes and then at the man in front of her who was now completely gone into another dimension of pain. With amusement, she noticed that one little stream from one his optic nerves was still connecting the eye bulb between the toes of her left foot with the ocular cavity of the man’s left eye. It was clear that the eye was still sending visual messages to the man’s brain. Indeed, even if the boss was standing one meter away from the martial arts avenger he could see himself under her foot: it meant that she had not been totally precise in her eye gouging technique. However, she decided to use that minor imperfection for her entertainment and to the further detriment of her victim. Smiling cruelly, the young woman first released the eyeball from the grip of her toes, making it bounce on the floor and causing unspeakable pain to the man. Then, she crushed the eye between the ball of her feet and her toes, like it was the yolk of an egg: she did it very slowly knowing that the man could see and feel every nuance of pain that she was mercilessly dishing out to him. Through the feeble connection of his stretched optic nerve the man saw the young woman’s pretty bare foot slowly crushing his eye forever: that was the last time that he had the privilege to appreciate those astounding feet. The merciless toes of his adored torturer were the very last thing he ever saw in his life… To complete her eye torture, the young woman clenched her toes and pulled her foot back thus severing the connection between the now useless optic nerve of the man and his brain. The young woman looked at the eye which was caught between the toes of her left foot: in this case the optic nerve had been perfectly cut off by her technique and it was lying down on the floor between the woman and her dying enemy. However, the young martial arts avenger slowly crushed it that one too between her toes. ‘Well I guess you can say that this move was a real blinder, hahaha - the woman laughed heartily, throwing her head back while her hands rested on her sensual hips – I wanted to punish the filthy eyes that feasted over the images of thousands of innocents dying. The eyes through which you were fueling your sick perversion. Now they have been crushed between my toes as they should be: as you must know by now, your eyes and your life are not worth a single drop of sweat from my feet. By the way, I hope you don’t think that I want to spend the rest of the evening with your gross and sticky eye-squash between my pretty toes’. As she spoke, she started walking towards the agonising boss. She undid the chain that was holding him by his wrists. The man immediately fell on his knees. The young woman grabbed his head and loosened the nylon under his chis a little bit. She wanted to make sure that the pantyhose ribbon stayed on but she wanted easier access to his oral cavity. Then she put one foot square on his chest and pushed him down. Now the man was lying face-up on the floor. The young woman stood above him with one foot on each side of his battered head. Her toes were still drenched in the semiliquid paste that she had made of his eye bulbs. She forced one foot first and then the other inside his toothless mouth: ‘Suck!’ she ordered dryly. Completely overwhelmed, the moribund man slavishly sucked, licked and swallowed the slimy remains of his own eye bulbs from all over the toes as well as each other part of the bare feet of her ruthless female executioner. 

The Four Kicks of Justice:  Final Technique 

The young woman let the eyeless man lick her feet clean from his own gore and blood for a few minutes: despite his desperate conditions the man did a good job. For the last time, he proved to her that he had become a very good footslave overnight: too bad for him that his new-found identity was not going to save him from the punishment that he so dearly deserved for his crimes. As the man was busy worshipping her feet, the woman looked down on him with a mixture of satisfaction for her complete destruction of her enemy and utter disgust for his sorry state: albeit already blackened and bloodied by her kicks, the eyes were the only remaining feature that made the boss's face look remotely human. Now that the barefoot female avenger had performed that outstanding act of eye surgery on him, the head of the boss looked like a grotesque ball made of burned rubber...When the martial arts girl was satisfied with her slave’s services, she took her foot out of his mouth, as the ravaged blind man was still lapping at her toe. The young avenger wanted her feet to be clean for the last technique of her execution ritual. ‘Good!’ - she said - ‘I must admit that I've really enjoyed this little improvisation: now let’s go back to the original schedule. Get ready to die!’ She spoke calmly as she stepped to one side and looked down at the foot licking zombie lying at her feet. As she stood above him, she closed her eyes and joined the palms of her hands together above her chest, meditating. She straightened her legs and brought her feet together until they touched one another. Then she brought up her right knee and put one foot on the man’s chest, right above his heart. Through her bare sole, the young woman could feel the man’s heart: it was still beating, albeit feebly. With her eyes still closed in concentration, she started moving the tip of her foot around the chest of the boss, as if she was looking for something: suddenly, she stopped over a very specific point. She pointed her foot perpendicularly above the spot she had found: in slow motion, she brought her foot down and up a couple times, just like a ballet dancer practicing a step. After she had rehearsed that movement to her satisfaction, she brought her knee up high to her chest. Balancing on one leg she spread her arms in a solemn pose. Her elegantly arched right foot was pointing down, with her toes threateningly hanging above the boss’s heart. The young girl's figure was a eulogy of beauty, balance and power. Standing on one leg like a graceful flamingo, she was perfectly still: however, it was clear that an immense energy was building up inside of her and that at any moment  that incredible power was going to be released with devastating results for the man lying down at her feet. Her mind and body transferred all the force she had amassed within her down to her pointed toes until her foot started shaking: all the energy of those 12 years of vengeance was now accumulating in her toes. She kept that position for several minutes until she felt that the strength in her foot had reached its peak and the ultimate breaking point. Then she brought the tip of her foot down with a powerful scream. Her bare big toe ran through the man’s chest and it stabbed him right in his heart, literally breaking it in two. As she felt that all of her toes had penetrated into the man’s heart, she released all the tension and the feelings she accumulated within herself into a powerful orgasm: like a lioness she let out another guttural scream of fierce female victory, this time combined with a groan irresistible pleasure. Her vaginal fluids started running down her legs. Through her stabbing foot, her orgasm juices also streamed inside the man’s heart, getting mixed with his blood. Stuck in his chest up to the arch, her pretty foot was surrounded by a bubbling pool of blood coming out straight from the man’s broken heart. Even if it looked simpler than many other techniques she had previoulsy unleashed on her enemy, this was the most complex and demanding kick that the girl had ever performed in her young life. She had been working in preparation for it throughout the entire fight. This is why she had previously pulverized all the bones in the man’s ribcage so methodically. She was not only being sadistic or a show-off but she was preparing her enemy’s chest for this final kick. Even her jumping Bruce Lee stomp was meant to completely annihilate the bones in the man’s torso, so that her bare foot would not meet any resistance as it was travelling inside his chest on its way to his heart. Waking up from her deep meditation and the subsequent orgasm, the young woman finally opened her shiny emerald eyes. She looked down on the man whom she had just stabbed in the heart with her foot: he was still breathing, but only because his female opponent had applied the Punishment of the Endless Martial Arts Torture on him. The existence and practice of this ancient technique was only known by a restricted elite of fighters during the ages: it could be triggered in an enemy with a specific combination of kicks. At the beginning of her confrontation with the Boss, the young female warrior landed the secret combination on her unaware opponent.  The Punishment of the Endless Martial Arts Torture had been specifically designed to keep prisoners alive during long and excruciating torture sessions. It allowed torturers to mutilate and injure their enemies for hours and hours even if they had stricken and broken vital parts. Death would finally come but only after days of unspeakable agony: only the torturer who had cast this terrifying spell could break it and hasten the death of the victim. Apparently it had been invented by a long-gone race of women who had once ruled the earth with their martial arts feet: however, this legend had never found official confirmation from historians. It was certainly true that now a woman was using this antique technique to her advantage in order to have her righteous revenge on an hated male enemy: so far she was having great results with it. Since she knew that the bleeding man was still able to hear her voice, the barefoot woman spoke to him:  ‘You have just been subject to another technique of my own creation’- she told him – ‘I have called it the Heartbreaking Toe of the Ballerina: it’s inspired by the world of female dancers and by their powerful toes. Hardened and sharpened toes that can support the entire weight of their bodies and propel them high into the air. Pretty and strong toes that can make a man fall in love and then break his heart in two as they just did with yours’ - as she spoke this last sentence she playfully wiggled her bare toes inside the man’s heart - ‘I dedicate this final technique to myself’– she continued, with a hint of emotion in her voice – ‘to my pure nine-year old heart that you broke when you killed my family! Only now that I have stabbed your chest with my toes and killed you, my own heart will be able to finally heal’. As soon as she spoke these words, she extracted her toes from the man’s heart. Just like it went in, her foot came out of the man’s chest smoothly, followed by a little geyser of black blood. 

Female Feet of Justice, Female Feet of Doom

Leaving another trail of bloody bare footprints on the hangar’s floor, the young woman avenger walked calmly to her phone and checked the time. It was almost six in the morning now. Exactly 12 hours had gone by since she had delivered her first kick to her enemy's body. He was a big and powerful man then: in just a few hours she had turned him into a crippled zombie with a lust for her feet. 12 hours for 12 years of her life. Even if she still thought that the boss should have suffered for longer, she liked the symmetry in the time arc of her revenge. For a second, she considered the option of leaving the boss like that, between life and death and tormented by excruciating pain until the effects of the spell eventually waned: some more hours of unspeakable agony for the man who ruined her life. She pushed away that perspective for one reason only: even if she was sure that her technique would eventually lead the man to an excruciating death, she still needed to see and feel the boss exhale his last breath under her feet. That was the only way in which she would be able to get over the obsession for revenge that had driven her for 12 years. It had to be done here and now! She had one final surprise though that she wanted to show the eyeless man before sending him to hell. She walked back towards the dying man. ‘So it ends now. 250 well-armed men killed and humiliated by a young girl who only used her feet to fight. You know, it was so easy for me, as a woman to accomplish that. There were times when I defeated and slaughtered 30 or more of your men while I was having my period. Actually, even right now, it’s that time of the month for me!’ Standing over the body of the boss, she reached inside her sexy white gym shorts and she pulled out an internal tampon and showed it to the nearest camera that was recording the scene. She was aware that the eyeless boss could not see her anymore but she also knew that she was sending a very powerful message to all women out there: even during her period, a well-trained girl could take on multiple armed men and effortlessly wipe the floor with them! On top of that, she could also have very satisfying orgasms along the way! She leaned down towards the gasping man and threw the tampon inside his semi-opened mouth. ‘Here, you can have a taste of my blood, for a change. With your frankly non-existent fighting skills there was no way you could ever make a girl like me bleed!’ she said sarcastically. The man welcomed the bloodied tampon in his mouth with the same devotion of a Roman catholic swallowing a consacrated host: after all that's what he was, but now his new god had become this female avenging angel with her sacred lethal feet. For the first time since the beginning of the fight, the girl’s tight white shorts got stained with her own female blood, instead of getting splashed with the blood coming from the lethal wounds that she had inflicted to her male enemy…Then she continued her speech to her dying enemy‘You know you are very lucky. I should have kept you alive in your current state for least 12 years: that would have been a fair retribution for what you have done to me. However, a girl must move on – as they say - so I will have to do with the 12 hours of agony that I have inflicted you tonight. It’s time to get smothered under these feet that you adore so much. I know you can’t see them anymore, but you will feel their contact on your face as well as their scent in your nose and mouth until the last second of your useless existence. You should consider yourself lucky: lots of people would pay good money to have a taste of these feet and you, just for being a filthy criminal, have been getting a lot of them tonight. In my generosity, I’ll give you the chance kiss them for the last time. Now, show my feet your deepest gratitude for what they have done to you and your gang!’ 

She placed her right foot over the boss’s lips and waited. As soon as he felt that terrible but irresistible contact, the man kissed the ball of that exquisite and fearsome female foot with religious devotion. The young woman repeated the same operation with her left foot. 

‘Good, and now you die!’, the girl said calmly when she was satisfied by her enemy's last act of worship on her feet.

There was only one way to cancel the effects of The Punishment of the Endless Martial Arts Torture on someone. It consisted in trampling the victim’s face with both feet and recite a silent mantra for a few seconds: then the person under the feet of the torturer was allowed to die, smothered by bare soles. The young woman gathered her concentration once again. She exhaled, knowing that this was the final act of her 12 years long journey. Then she stepped on the man’s mangled face, trampling it with both her feet. As soon as she did that, the already fractured bones of the man's face gave in under her body weight: as a result, her bare feet sank inside the boss’s head for about one centimeter. The young girl felt like she was trampling on a clod of mud covered by a monstrous mask made of crumpled papier maché. Standing with her feet perfectly parallel, she was covering the entirety of his face: her heels were trampling his broken chin and his lower lip. The arch of her feet went over his upper lip and nose. The silky balls of her soles filled his eyeless ocular orbits. And finally, her toes were aligned on his swollen forehead. Only the tip of the man’s broken nose was emerging in the space between her insteps: it was not enough to let the man take in any air, but it allowed him to get a little whiff of the fragrance coming from the feet that had literally crushed his life and his entire world. In fact, the woman’s perfectly aligned feet were covering the man’s face perfectly, thus entirely cutting the man’s air supply. In the final act of his own execution ritual, the middle-aged man was being quietly smothered under the soles of the barefoot woman standing on his face. At a certain point, a tiny stream of menstrual blood came down from the girl's vagina, made its way down one of her shapely white legs and ended up  right into the boss's semi-opened mouth under her feet. The young woman started concentrating in meditation once again. She closed her eyes driving all her body energy down to her soles for maximum pressure: in the meantime, she recited the mantra which freed the boss from The Punishment of the Endless Martial Arts Torture thus allowing him to die, smothered under her bare soles.

Footprints

As she stood on the face of her defeated enemy, the knowledge that her vengeance had finally reached its expected conclusion started blossoming within the barefoot female warrior. With a serendipitous smile on her face, she joined the palms of her hands together on her chest: as she meditated, she could feel her enemy’s spasms through her bare soles. She wanted to fully savor this last stage of her journey. She wanted to feel the last breath of the man who had killed her beloved ones through the pores of the skin of her deadly feet. She thought of all the steps that took her to where she was now: all the pain, the training, the sleepless nights, the early mornings, and, last but not least, all her spectacular killings. In the name of all her efforts, she wanted to experience these last moments as intensely as possible: this was the culmination, the climax of the first part of her young  life. Under the young woman’s feet, the crime lord was meditating too, using the few brain cells that had survived the devastation brought upon him by his barefoot female opponent. In the last seconds of his life, the boss realised that this incredibly humiliating demise was the just retribution for all his evil doings. All of a sudden, he felt the guilt for all his crimes rising irresisitibly inside of him. He thought about all his innocent victims who were finally being avenged by this beautiful angel of death standing on his battered face. Reflecting about the incredible feats that his female nemesis had accomplished, he was being overwhelmed by a profound sense of admiration and devotion for her. Normally, a Mafia guy like him would get killed in a gunfight or on the electric chair: now that he had acquired consciousness of his own crimes as well as of the greatness of his executioner, he was proud to die under the pure feet of an incredible female fighter who had every right to pursue her revenge against him. His only regret about dying was that now he felt totally ready and willing to serve this young girl for the rest of his life: he wanted to live just to worship the feet that he lusted on since the first moment she had entered his room. The same female feet that he had learned to fear and ultimately admire as they were delivering incredible amounts of punishment to him. Nevertheless, it was way too late for the boss' atonement now. He should have thought about that many years ago. This was the ultimate female martial arts karma for a man who was a serial sex offender and rapist: he used to be turned on by his own power and violence over women, now he couldn't help but being aroused by the overwhelming superiority of a woman who had been thrashing him with her feet and humiliated him in all kinds of ways for the last 12 hours. Kick after kick, the feet of the young woman warrior had changed the sexual psychology of the boss overnight. That wasn’t part of her plan obviously... but let's call it another side effect of this girl's incredible achievements...Shame for the boss that his new life as a potential submissive was only going to last for a few minutes. Like a high kicking spiritual guru, the barefoot female avenger had taken the boss on a journey of repentance and enlightement: unfortunately for him, this was also the journey that led him to his death. In order to heal both his and her own soul, she had to destroy his body and his ego. The young martial arts expert and the boss had been travelling on intertwining roads for many years: each time their paths crossed death and tragedy ensued. After their first meeting, the Boss seemed to have the upper hand: in the end though, it was the woman who was coming out as victorious, and how! Finally, the two opponents were taking very different roads: the young woman was confidently walking towards a future of peace, serenity and eternal glory while the man trampled under her bare feet was inevitably collapsing into death, oblivion and shame. That night, one woman’s heaven was going to be one man’s hell, for ever and ever.  

As she meditated while standing on the man's face, the young girl could hear the voices of all her beloved ones who had died at the hands of the boss: however, all the sounds and images of pain, anger, and despair which she had always associated with the memory of her family due to the vile actions of the boss where now gone. Now her mind was only filled with tender, warm and sweet memories from the childhood days she had spent with her loved ones. These sweet memories were going to comfort her for the rest of her life, forever canceling the horrifying flasbacks of the tragedy that had been traumatising her for so long. The stunning beauty's compassionate thoughts went to all the crime lord’s victims too: she had been doing justice for so many people today and she felt proud and peaceful about that. The rite of passage that has led the boss to his demise and that, at the same time, will lead his female executioner to a new phase of her existence, was now almost over.

While the life of the Boss was inexorably fading away under her soles, the young girl felt a wave of serenity grow from within herself. Finally, the once feared crime lord drew his last breath: the young woman could enjoy the vibrations of the man's last death spasms through the sensitive skin of her bare soles . Her smile widened with the knowledge that her feet, the same feet that destroyed him, had been the last thing that this horrible man could feel, experience and breathe. 

When she could not feel any sign of life under her feet anymore, the young girl took a deep breath. She exhaled one more time, blowing all the hate out of her system and letting in a new found sense of inner peace and relief. These sensations were completely new to the barefoot female warrior: she had spent her entire life in pursue of her revenge. She had been training, fighting and hating for 12 years, focusing on her mission with steely determinaton and unbreakable will. For the first time ever she felt that she could finally relax and allow compassion, mercy and love into her heart and mind. Almost as if the two opponents were parts of the same organism, for the young girl to inhale the first gust of a new life it was necessary for the boss to exhale his last breath of his undignified existence under her bare feet. The circle of blood that the boss had started had been binding the young female warrior and the middle aged criminal into a symbiotic, albeit toxic, relationship. 

Now the natural order of things was finally restored and - with her well-trained feet - the woman had defeated the male, emancipating herself from its malevolent influence on her life. Now she had  broken the cycle and could move on to a brand new phase of her life...ok she had to torture and kill 250 men to do it, but the world was not going to miss these male criminals at all!

When the face of the boss was beginning to feel cold under her bare feet, the young woman finally stepped down from it. 

As her punishing feet touched the tatami again, the female warrior realised that her mission was accomplished. 

As she casually wiped her feet on his body, the woman looked down on the dead boss: she had trampled him so hard that her parallel bare footprints were forever carved in what was left on his destroyed, eyeless face. The shape of her feet was also engraved in the man's chest as a consequence of her rib-crushing Bruce Lee stomp.

Those indelible feet tattos were by far the prettiest thing on that mangled body: what once was the massive body of a feared crime boss was now nothing but a formless mass of deformed flesh, lying lifeless on the floor, surrounded by its own disgusting gore. Making for an even more gruesomly grotesque picture, the man's head was still framed by the pantyhose which was tied in a girly ribbon over his head. 

This is how the police was going to find him, how the media are going to portrait him and how his family members are going to remember him. The Boss was going to go into the grave with the footprints of the woman who slaughtered him forever tattooed over his unrecognisable face and body and a ribbon made of female pantyhose tied around his head. His name and face will forever be synonimous of shame, humiliation and defeat for the Mafia and for the entire male sex. On the other hand, the victoriuos young girl will become the icon and the champion of male-annihilating Female Martial Arts Supremacy

The barefoot girl warrior took pictures of her enemy's face and chest as a memento of his final humiliation under her feet. Eventually these pictures will end up on the internet as cover images for her videos. Those photos will complement and augment the power of the videos. They will become icon and memes of the superiority of women over men and memes that would terrorize male criminals and enpower females to fight against brutish males. As she gazed upon the tatami, the young woman realised how terribly artistic the entire execution scene looked: it looked like the set of a performance by the Wiener Aktionismus art movement, mixed with a Jackson Pollock painting. Always sensitive to the power of an arresting artwork, she jumped on the trapeze again with the  phone stuck in her bikini: she positioned herself right above the body of the boss. Hanging upside down, with her feet holding to the trapeze, she took out her phone and shot a picture of the whole impressive scene that she had created with her martial arts kicks. Needless to say, that picture too was going to have tremendous impact on the world of art and on society in general.

The young woman changed position and spent a few minutes sitting on the trapeze, swinging like a little girl and reflecting on what she had accomplished. Then she jumped down: it was time to move. She took a long shower, taking some time to scrape all of her enemy's blood and gore from her body and especially from her feet: as she washed her feet clean from the remains of her enemy, the young female martial arts expert felt like she was sending whatever was left of the boss' toxic influence on her life down the drain. It felt so liberating and cleansing in more ways than one!

She put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She slipped on a pair of confortable flip-flop sandals. Then she collected all the video cameras that she had placed around the hangar: the final step of her mission was to edit and publish all the footage she had put together. After having obtained her personal revenge, it was time to kickstart a worldwide revolution for the benefit of all women and the decline of all men!

She collected all her stuff and threw in the back of the van. She opened the big door of the hangar and the fresh air of the morning hit her with the promise of a new beginning. She got in the van and switched on the engine. Before driving off she picked up another cell phone and signalled the position of the dead boss to all the main media agencies. After that, she called the police and told them 'I know where the Mafia Boss you have been looking for is. Just follow the location of this phone. There you will also find directions to where his last four henchmen are. - she took a brief pause and then added impassively - and don't forget to bring bodybags'. As soon as she said that, she closed the call as the police officer on the other end of the line was still stuttering a reply to the shocking news. Then she carelessly threw the phone out of the van's window.

Through the rear-view mirror, the female avenger gave one last look at the dead boss, lying in the middle of the Tatami. The young woman smiled...then she stepped on the accelerator pedal and drove out of the hangar, leaving her enemy and her past behind. 

As she hit the main road, she met a long line of police cars and media vans: they were all speeding on the opposite lane directed to the hangar. Barely five minutes had passed since her call to the police and the public exposure of what she had done had already started: after annihilating an entire mafia gang, this girl was about to set the entire world on fire. The female martial arts avenger put on a pair of sunglasses and smirked confidently while she kept on driving away until she disappeared into the rising sun.

THE END