FEMALE MARTIAL ARTS JUSTICE: THE AFTERMATH (PT. 2)

A Tale of Female Martial Arts Supremacy By Kicked72

THE TURNING POINT

For the excitement of the athletic barista standing behind the café counter, the TV documentary celebrating the third anniversary of the discovery of the Boss’s creatively mutilated corpse had just begun. The special feature was now reporting how, several weeks after the fact, the debate about what happened in that hangar as well as during the systematic extermination of the most feared Mafia gang in the world had not settled down, on the contrary! Astonishingly, as the investigation continued, there seemed to be increasing evidence that the Mafia slayer was a single person and that this single person was a woman! This thesis was vigorously embraced by a minority of feminists and progressive thinkers. On the other hand, the mainstream media, the most conservative parts of society, and even the head of police were absolutely dismissive of this hypothesis. A huge debate ensued, with the entire world getting more and more polarised. The dividing opinions got dramatically exacerbated. The confrontation between those who believed that the mysterious Mafia Slayer was a female and the chauvinistic nay-sayers was becoming more intense with each day. 

However, just as the accumulated tension seemed on the verge of blowing up, the truth about this highly controversial issue was about to be suddenly and unquestionably revealed to the entire world…

The revelation came in in the form of a mysterious video which started circulating on the web and all the social networks. The video was simply called: Martial Arts Justice – First Mission. The author posted it to all popular social network and sent it to all news agencies and mass media channels. The video came from a secreted server: it was completely impossible, even with the most advanced technologies, to find out who had posted it or even where this person was located in the world. However, due to its explosive and revolutionary content the video immediately became the most viral thing ever posted on the internet as well as the most popular piece of news ever reported by the media. At this point, the presenter of the TV special celebrating the third anniversary of the slaying of the boss announced that they were going to share the video. She reminded everyone about the extremely graphic scenes of real violence and sexual exposure that were going to follow. The female host added that the video had been heavily censored

to be suitable for daytime TV audiences: however, the original uncut version was famously available on various sources, including several internet platforms. 

THE FIRST MISSION

‘Oh my god! Here it comes!!!’ - the female barista clapped her hands in excited anticipation as the tv screen faded to black right before the beginning of the video – ‘I gave it a few million views already and I studied it frame by frame but each time I see it again it sends shivers down my spine. Isn’t it the same for you too?’ – she looked at the laptop girl looking for support. The only customer of the cafe replied with a knowing smile and nodded to the barista benevolently: ‘Yes, it is the same for me too…’ she replied with a wise smile. The two women exchanged a complicit look, then their eyes returned to the tv screen as the video that changed the life of billions of people and singlehandedly changed history forever commenced.

For the entire world’s astonishment, the clip was set on the location of the first lethal attack which the unknown slayer had unleashed against the recently extinguished Mafia family. The place was a dimly lit warehouse, located in an important harbour of a Southern European city by the Mediterranean sea. The digital clock on the lower side of the screen said 12.30 AM on August 10 of four years before: this only confirmed that it was the same day of the first reported attack on the mafia gang by its silent exterminator. Despite its amateurish nature – which reinforced the realism of the situation - the footage was of really good quality. It looked like the sound and the moving images had been recorded by micro cameras and microphones which had been carefully planted in various point of the premises in order to get different angles of the action. All experts agreed that it was unmistakably real footage which had been then edited together by the same hand who had planted the hidden cameras and mikes.

In the opening shot of the video five gangsters belonging to the just vanquished Mafia family – and whose brutalized corpses were going to be found on the exact same day and location of the footage - could be recognised: from the way they acted and talked, it was clear that the four criminals were oblivious of the fact that they were being filmed. In fact, the five criminals were still very much alive and well. Most of all, the seemed totally unaware of what was going to happen to them in the next hour and the half…

The gangsters were playing a game of cards around a huge round table which was appropriately covered with a casino-style green tablecloth. Machine guns were leaning against the edge of the table besides each one of them: massive knives, machetes, and various Beretta semi-automatic pistols were casually lying over the table, ready to be played with. Spinning at full speed, a big fan was hanging just above them: underneath the fan there was a light, almost like a stage spotlight above the four men. They were sitting right in the middle of the huge warehouse, in a cloud of cigarette smoke. Due to the sticky Summer heat, ventilators were placed in several corners of the warehouse. The men were surrounded by high stacks of piled-up crates and containers packed with goods of various nature: the gangsters were actually guarding a large supply of drugs which was had been concealed inside washing machines, refrigerators and other cover-up items. The drugs were about to be loaded on a huge boat. The ship was supposed to arrive the next morning and leave right after for the drugs markets of northern Europe and North America. Despite the secrecy of the operation, the five mafiosi were very relaxed about their task: for more the  a decade now nobody had been threatening their trafficking as well as all their other illegal activities. After several long and bloody wars, the mafia family to which they were affiliated had cruelly erased all their rivals in the underworld: they became the undisputed leaders of international organised crime. They corrupted and bought all the policemen, politicians and high-profile figures from the institutions which were supposed to fight them. Those who were on the side of the law who had resisted their bribery had met a cruel and violent death. Amongst the victims of the gang who belonged to the police there was a couple of fearless investigators, who happened to be husband and wife: the gang attacked their house and brutally killed the two police officers. They also tortured, raped and slaughtered the sons and daughters of the couple. When they Mafiosi left, they burned the family’s house to ashes: they did it to erase all proofs and to burn the youngest daughter of the family alive, since they were unable to find the nine-year old girl during the massacre. Since then, no-one dared to oppose the gang anymore: they were completely free to carry out their vile activities and to extend their hideous empire of evil over the entire world. Knowing that no-one was strong enough to stop them – or not even brave enough to try - the big boss and his 249 much feared henchmen were acting as violently and they wanted, openly abusing people – especially women – on a daily basis and barely disguising their criminal lifestyle. Since this horrible mafia family had established their absolute control on the underworld, the life of many ordinary people who happened to cross their path had become a nightmare. It was a horrifying situation and apparently there was no way to stop these heathens from killing, pillaging and raping whoever had the misfortune to get in their way. Will someone ever manage to free the world from the grip of the arrogance of these crime lords? At the time, nobody could answer that question and pessimism was rampant among law enforcement, the institutions, and public opinion.

‘I wonder when those losers from the bar are going to deliver our espressos!’ barked one of the gangsters as he laid down his game cards on the green table. The four mafiosi had been snorting cocaine all night: however, they never missed their extra dose of caffeine during their shifts. As they did every night, they had been ordering espressos from a nearby bar and they were waiting for the delivery. It was also a chance to abuse the female waitresses from the bar. Some of these girls came back to the bar badly bruised and totally shocked for being sexually harassed. One of them had committed suicide a few days after her shocking encounter with these five sadists. Tragically, at least two of them never came back from the warehouse and their dead bodies were now feeding the fish down in the dirty waters of the harbour. Of course, nobody from the bar or from the waitresses’ families ever dared to complain. The mob ruled all over the harbour area with an iron fist and they had unlimited power of life and death over anyone who lived and worked there.

This is why when the red light signaled that there was someone at the door, the four gangsters licked their lips in anticipation and laughed: they knew that their nightly dose of caffeine, sex and violence had arrived. Little did they know that they would only get one of these treats that night and in ways that they would have never expected in a million years…

THE NEW WAITRESS

Without standing up from his chair, one of the gangsters opened the massive warehouse door with a big white remote control: with that remote one could basically manage everything in the warehouse, from the lighting to the doors. As soon as the big metal door had stopped its noisy opening and closing action, a sound could be heard coming from the dimly lit entrance of the hangar. It was the sound of female heels, click-clacking on the floor: the mafiosi could hear the sound getting louder and louder, until a tall female figure emerged from the dark and stopped a few meters away from them. The jaw of all four gangsters dropped simultaneously as soon as they could take a full look at the waitress who was bringing them their espressos that night. These criminals were used to the presence of beautiful women: they trafficked sex slaves from all over the world and they were able to buy virtually all the pleasure they wanted with their drugs, their money or, simply, with the fear that they instilled in people. However, the girl who had just appeared in front of them that night was something else entirely: simply, she was the most stunningly beautiful specimen of human female they had ever seen in their lives. She had walked out of the shadows to stand there, a tray with four espresso cups on it in her hands and a confident smile on her face. She looked like she was barely in her twenties and, although she was in the middle of a long night of work, she radiated with all the freshness and the wild beauty of untamed youth. She was about 177/178 cm tall but her height was slightly augmented by a pair of white open toed low-heeled slingback sandals which looked elegant and comfortable at the same time. In her bare feet she must have been around 174/175 centimeters tall. She wore her shoes kind of loose, like a good working girl behind the bar would, to let her feet be more comfortable during her shift. The open sandals left most of her - otherwise bare - size nine feet exposed and clearly visible in all their slender beauty.

Being a bunch of closet foot fetishists – just like most men -  the gangsters couldn’t help but notice how incredibly sexy the feet of the waitress looked. Har arches were high, just like a ballerina or a gymnast and her long and classy toes were perfectly aligned in a harmoniously descending order of length, from her big toes to her exquisite pinkies. Around her waist the young girl wore a green silk miniskirt which had high slits on both sides, thus giving the impression that her inviting crotch and her firm and toned buttocks were only covered by two short and light curtains of cloth, one in the front and one in the back. Between her sandals and her crotch there was the most perfect pair of legs that the gangsters had even seen in their lives. Not even the most skilled sculptor or painter could have imagined such a sensationally stunning pair of legs. Those marble white columns of young flesh and skin were shapely, muscular, graceful, sexy, athletic, silky, hard: they could make anyone go weak with Stendhal syndrome on mere sight. Not that her upper body was any less impressive. As a top, the girl wore a rust-red gym vest. The vest was tight and one shouldered and it highlighted how finely sculpted this girl’s physique was. Sexy abdominal muscles were sinuously darting just below her firm breasts. Her shoulders were strong and wide as well as pure and delicate at the same time. Just like her legs, those shoulders projected a sense of elegance and delicacy but also of strength and power. Her fine swan-like neck culminated into her infinitely pretty facial features. Her face looked like a perfect cross between actresses Scarlet Johansson and Milla Jovovich, with sensual lips, exquisite cheekbones, and a pair of feline-like green/blue eyes which exuded unmatchable charisma and some sort of visceral magnetism. Her dark-red hair was cut short on the sides and slightly longer on top, making her look even more incredibly pretty but also determined and sharply focused…

It took a few seconds before the five gangsters could get themselves together and talk to the stunning specimen of the female sex who had just entered the room. Even if, as far as they knew, she was just a humble waitress bringing them coffee, this young lady had so much presence and charisma just by standing there that the four mafiosi had to remind themselves that they, the macho men, were the masters, the rulers of the underworld and as such they could treat anyone with absolute disrespect and contempt. Like a wolfpack studying their prey - or scanning a possible danger – the five men intensively stared at the girl for a few seconds. Then the oldest and portliest of the gangsters spoke: ‘Well, it seems like the bar has been listening to our demands. This one seems to be quite an improvement compared to the dogs they used to send over!’.

‘Yeah I bet that the last one is looking even uglier now!’, another gangster joked making the five men laugh crassly and loudly. The criminals cruelly alluded to the events of a few nights before when, after having been raped multiple times and beaten to within an inch of her life, the young waitress from the bar had unceremoniously been thrown into the dirty waters of the harbour to die an excruciating death by drowning. This is how these assassins liked to ‘kill time’ during their nightly watch shifts for the family…‘I guess this one is covering up for a recent vacancy’ – one of the gangsters cruelly joked, making all his henchmen giggle.

‘Remember how we made her dance?’ Another mobster added.

‘Yeah she danced quite good…at least until she had all of her limbs attached hahaha!’ one of the criminals replied. Nastily, the men laughed again, hinting to the horrible mutilations which they had inflicted on the poor waitress before drowning her. Their lack of compassion and empathy was revolting, almost pathological. ‘Pretty soon we’ll see how well this one can dance too!’ – the oldest gangster said before addressing the girl directly – ‘Hey sweety, why don’t you do your fucking job now and bring those coffees over here! Then you can step on this table and show us how what you can do with that hot body you got.’ The fat gangster pointed at the card table in front of him. ‘But be careful whore! – he added as he was threateningly caressing the blade of a long knife which was casually resting on the table – ‘We have a reputation for being a pretty demanding jury!’. Responding to the old fat gangster boastful words, all the men laughed one more time, wickedly.

Despite the men’s threatening, sickening, and bullish behaviour, the young waitress remained calm and collected. ‘Wow guys!’ - she replied with a sultry voice and a confident smile - ‘I can’t wait to have my skills assessed by such a high-profile jury…but are you sure you really want to see what I can do with my body?’ Hearing the girl speak so sassily, the men were surprised but they did not drop their macho façade. However, they were kind of taken aback by the girl’s attitude. ‘What was this young girl about? Was she being, like, sarcastic?!?!’ all of them thought within themselves. The Mafiosi were well accustomed to women shaking and stammering with fear when they spoke to them, but this hard-bodied beauty was different: she was not impressed by them or by the array of knives and firearms which were scattered around the premises…

In keeping with her sassy demeanor, the waitress gave the dumb gangsters’ no time to figure her out. Slowly but confidently, she started walking towards the four men, stepping with a self-assured feline bearing which reminded the stroll of an expert stripper rather than the walk of a humble waitress. 

TEASING THE MAFIOSI

‘Finally! That’s way more interesting than hearing you talk, filthy whore!’, the fattest and oldest of gangsters shouted, ‘Now stand on this table! Show us what you are capable of…before we show you what we can do!’ The man’s tone was boastful but there was a pinch of nervousness in his voice.

‘Alright gentlemen…’ the girl replied as she sensually leaned forwards to leave the silver tray on the green table: ‘Since you insist…’ she added. Slowly but surely, the young girl raised one leg and stuck her foot between the semi spread legs of  the gangster who was sitting to her immediate right: she was using  his chair as a step to climb on top of the table but to do so she had to place her foot right between the man’s legs. The man widened his eyes with surprise. ‘I beg your pardon sir’, she said, as she sensually adjusted her foot in the man’s groin for balance ‘You don’t mind it if I put my best foot forward, do you?’ she joked. The man did not even notice the pun as he felt the girl’s naked heel rub against his swollen crotch: that touch made the already aroused man quickly reach a portentous erection in his pants. ‘It looks like someone is happy to meet my heel’ the girl said with a salacious smile as she looked over her shoulder down to the dumbfounded man who was now behind - and below -her. She noticed that the gangster was sweating profusely but this time it was not from the summer night’s heat. ‘Well, in a few minutes my foot will be very happy to meet you too but for now will you please keep this shoe for me, sir?’ - the girl said. Then she pushed down on the chair to lift her left leg and her entire body up on the table: maliciously, as she presses down on the chair, she made sure that a bit of the man’s nutsack skin was caught between her bare heel and her shoe, making the man squeal with pleasure and pain as she rose up. In a single fluid movement, she also took her right leg up, so that her right foot could join her left one and stand on the table. As a result, the foot that she had tightly stuck between the man’s groin slipped out of her sandal. The man watched that slender bare foot rise from his crotch, almost in slow motion, very sensually. As that irresistible bare sole reached the height of the man’s lips, the gangster’s hidden foot fetishism kicked in uncontrollably. The young mobster could not help himself: he had to stick his tongue out to lick and kiss that perfect female foot as it rose in front of his face. Then he stuck his nose between the perfect dunes of pinky white skin that made the ball of the girl’s foot, losing himself in the aroma of that perfect, silky female sole. The young girl giggled and shook her head in a ‘I knew it but I still can’t believe it’ kind of way: she knew how potent foot fetishism was in all men, but she was amused at the pathetically uncontrollable ways in which males were inevitably falling victims to the fascination of the female barefoot. Always looking ahead and with a calm smile on her face, she let the man behind her sniff, lick and kiss her foot for a few seconds: then she suddenly removed her foot from under the gangster’s face. She placed it on the table next to her other foot which was still inside her white sandal. The confused man stuck his neck out, his eyes still closed in blissful adoration as he found himself pathetically sniffing the air in the space where foot once was. All the other men laughed nervously at the scene, making fun of their comrade: ‘Good: bullies will be bullies, also among themselves’, the girl thought within herself, ‘and I know how to play with them’. When he opened his eyes, the gangster could see the perfect bare heel of the young woman on the table in front of him, right beside her other, still shoed, foot. The young gangster ran his eyes up, scrolling the entire body of the girl. He stopped when he met her condescending smile: she was now looking behind her shoulder, smiling and looking down at the man whom she had just used to slip off her shoe in such a creative way. The hardened gangster felt that he could not face the girl’s confident look: the man had to lower his eyes in submission. This young woman was so calmly commanding! Not even the boss of his family had ever managed to make him feel so inferior…and certainly he never made him feel so incredibly horny! As the young gangster looked down he could see the sexy female shoe stuck between his legs: basically, the waitress had just used his groin as a shoehorn to remove her shoe! He felt a mixture of strange emotions growing inside of him the complexion on his face turned from olive to burning red. The gangster/human shoehorn was overwhelmed. This girl had just done to him something that no other woman had ever done before: it was slightly painful, slightly humiliating, definitely confusing…but it was the most intoxicatingly sexy situation he had ever experienced! In his simple macho mind, the baffled man was busy processing what this ruthless and stunning girl had just put him through with her shoe and foot play. Meanwhile, all the gangsters were laughing hard at him. In a contrived display of macho toughness, the other men were loudly deriding the young sicario, cracking jokes about his uncontrollable showcase of foot fetishism: however, all the men knew that – deep down inside - they only wanted to be in that guy’s place. They wanted their groins to be shoehorns for the irresistibly sexy feet of this ravenous red-haired beauty…and they wanted it badly, irresistibly. Their desire was growing with each second, rising from the deepest recesses of their simple male psyche. The girl standing on the table knew this all too well, as she kept looking over her shoulder, down at the man behind her. She was laughing too. They thought she was joining them in bullying him but she was way above their gross humour: she was playing with all of them. All the gangsters looked baffled by the girl’s audacity now. However, judging from the bulge which she could feel growing and pulsating against her bare heel as she took her time with her foot between the man’s groin, they were also enjoying her attitude very much. The statuesque beauty knew that, as much as their owners tried to cover the evidence up with their macho bullying of their youngest comrade, all the men’s dicks were rising irresistibly in their pants…and she was going to use that to her advantage...

In the meantime, the mesmerised young gangster was still gazing at the pretty female bare foot on the table and then to the shoe between his legs: for a moment, he did not know what to do next.. but then his unrestrainable foot fetishism kicked in again, like a flash of lighting coming straight from the deepest recesses of his male mind and he surrendered to it. He took out the shoe from between his legs and drowned his face in it, nose first. The other four gangsters laughed even louder watching their compadre getting incredibly elated as he was fervently sniffing the aroma of that well-worn shoe. With one hand, the young man was holding the waitresses shoe stuck to his face like it was an oxygen mask. With his free hand though he was frantically trying to reach within his trousers. 

He finally managed to free his painfully erect dick from his pants and underwear and started masturbating vigorously under the green table. Sound tracking his action with moans of pleasure, the young man looked like a man possessed. This very unique waitress seemed to have opened a brand-new world for this guy: it was a world in which her feet where divinities and this young man was just their unworthy - but devoted - worshipper. With her bold and sexy move, she had awakened an ancestral, potent and uncontrollable form of foot fetishism which must have been lying dormant within this man’s neural cortex. Watching that surreal scene, the men around the table laughed even harder to mock their henchman but they were secretly craving his current olfactory privilege and his state of sexual bliss. Always looking behind her shoulder, the girl smiled confidently: she looked like she was not surprised in the slightest by the boy’s behavior and by the reaction of his compadres. Always standing tall in the centre of the round table, she turned her head again: she lowered her eyes, to look down to the man sitting right in front of her. Sweaty, visibly excited but also kind of humbled by that assertive female presence, the man was looking up at her meekly, like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. And the treat came for the faithful doggie…the dark-red haired waitress grinned salaciously and graciously lifted her other foot, the one which was still wearing a shoe. She put it right under the nose of the man, smiling as he looked straight into his eyes. The man could not resist the girl’s confident stare and lowered his eyes to look at the irresistibly attractive foot hanging right in front of him. As the gangster was staring excitedly at her perfect foot, the young woman could feel his heavy, over-excited breath right on her toes. The man was absolutely mesmerised by those slender toes: they were the most beautiful and sexy thing the man had ever seen in his life. The nails were painted emerald green, matching the girl’s tight top. As the man was falling under the spell of those most beautiful toes, the woman calmly spoke to him: ‘You don’t mind taking my other shoe off, do you? I dance so much better in my bare feet…- she paused for a second then she added, laughing girlishly - Actually, dancing is not the only thing that I do much better when I’m barefoot’. Convinced that this audacious waitress was making some sort of sexual innuendo about her feet – and not some veiled threat - the man excitedly started untying the string running around the girl’s perfectly rounded heel. The gangster was carrying out the operation with trembling hands while the girl was towering over him. Her arms were slightly open on each of her sides, for stability. She was still standing on one foot, perfectly still, with the grace of a ballerina and the balance of a gymnast. A knowing smile was on her lips as she waited for the clearly aroused man to execute her orders. She was calm, composed, and authoritative while the man seemed nervous, clumsy and submissive. The middle-aged gangster looked subdued to this young woman despite his status and his notoriety as a fearsome criminal. Not without some trouble, the man finally managed to slip the white sandal off from the girl’s exquisite foot. He did it with much care and attention, just like a slave would do with his mistress. As soon as the shoe was in his hand the man noticed how the white leather insole was visibly consumed in correspondence with the toes and the heel of the girl’s foot. Due to the pressure of the girl’s body weight on those points and to the corrosive effect of her sweat, the shapes of the girl’s pretty toes and heel were clearly recognisable on the insole: those were the shoes of a young working woman, drenched in her powerful female pheromones. Excited by what he saw, the man brought the shoe to his face and started inhaling deeply. His nostrils were suddenly assaulted by an intoxicating fragrance which mixed sweet top-class perfume, shoe leather and a tiny bit of female foot sweat. That hypnotizing mix went immediately to the man’s head and he soon began kissing and licking that white insole especially in those points in which the leather presented the prints of the girl’s toes and heels. The salty flavor of the girl’s sweat mixed with her female perfume now filled the gangster’s taste buds. The pheromones oozing from the girl’s pretty foot immediately shot through the man’s brain cortex, sending a potent message to his nervous system, and waking up ancient neurological memories embedded in the male DNA. The guy always had a latent fetish for the female foot: however, for reasons that his simple macho mind could not explain, he now felt absolutely compelled to worship the insole on which that slender and aesthetically flawless female foot had planted that salty treasure of genetic information through its owner’s female sole sweat. He was accessing to a completely new level of adoration for the female foot, as he was getting lost in that well-worn white shoe. The gangster’s dick was already stiff but now it rose into the mightiest erection of his life: soon he found himself stroking his cock with his free hand, while the other one was keeping that irresistible insole stuck to his nose and mouth. Watching that pathetic display of uncontainable foot fetishism from that supposedly alpha male, the girl laughed and looked behind her shoulder: predictably the gangster behind her was still feverishly licking the insole of her other shoe. Both men had their eyes semi-closed and one hand going up and down their dicks. They were lost in a world of sexual excitement in which only those sweaty but incredibly arousing female footprints mattered. Despite her young age, the woman had experienced the dullness of the male brain enough to know that, until they had reached their sad male orgasms, the two insole-licking gangsters would not pay attention to what was happening around them. Already under normal conditions the male brain was uncapable of multi-tasking: go figure when it was being taken to the verge of orgasmic extasy with the fragrance of a female foot. 

AN EFFORTLESS DISPLAY OF FEMALE BAREFOOT POWER

So far, the young girl had put her sandals to good use, turning two gangsters out of five into foot fetish zombies with them. Now that she was completely barefoot, it was time for her to deal with the other three Mafiosi. She was still balancing on one leg, one foot on the green table and the other one dangling under the face of the insole worshipper in front of her. Her arms were slightly spread on both her side for balance, making her look like a cross between a ballerina, a gymnast and an infinitely sexier version of the Karate Kid preparing for that iconic crane kick. Another difference with the unsteady and shaky Ralph Macchio character, was that the waitress was perfectly at ease in that position, smiling confidently as she showcased her feminine balance and agility. As she was gracefully but firmly keeping her stance, she spoke to the five men sitting all around her. ‘Wow, it seems like you gentlemen have developed quite a thirst for this humble waitress's foot sweat’ – the girl sarcastically commented - ‘So why don’t you quench it by drinking directly from the source?’. Without putting her foot down, she started pivoting on one leg. Always keeping her perfect balance, she started turning around @ 360 degrees. She did it very slowly and fluidly, gyrating like one of those ballerina statuettes on top of a rotating music box.

As she spun around, her right foot was being slowly showcased right under the noses of each one of the five men, like a forbidden fruit only waiting to be caught: she was teasing the gangsters with the sight and the aroma of her perfect foot pointed right at them. Two of them were already busy with her shoes but the other three were still waiting to have their share of those incredibly attractive female feet. With her slow spinning motion, she was inviting them to kiss, lick and suck her bare foot. Each time her foot passed inf front of their faces she slowed down to augment the teasing. Sometimes she stopped dangling her foot just a gangster’s nose and semi-opened mouth: these little tricks caused uncontrollable reactions from the over excited men. The pathetically extended their necks to kiss or lick that much desired foot, but she always made sure they failed to do so moving her foot away from them with perfect timing . Beaming with confidence the young woman looked down on the man, smiling as she made fun of them: ‘So, who will be good enough to be the first to put his lips on the skin of my feet? Who will catch this object of treasure?’ The girl was making fun of the gangsters’ awkward inability to touch her foot with their desiring lips and tongues ‘What’s going on? is this foot too fast for you? But I’m moving so slowly! C’mon don’t let me down: you’d better catch this foot before it catches you!’. There was a forewarning in the girls’ mocking words but the gangsters were too dumb, sexist and simply over-excited to get it.

It was not just a kinky trick. She was actually using an ancient martial arts technique which allowed a fighter to fluidly dodge an enemy’s strikes with almost unperceivable micro-movements: this technique looked slow to the human eye but it was actually an endless flow of movement designed to frustrate opponents. Once again though, the five men were simply too aroused, proud and stupid to realise that: therefore, the technique worked perfectly against them.

As she continued to spin around slowly, the girl said: ‘OK gentlemen, since none of you seems capable to catch my foot with his mouth, I guess It will be up to me to decide who is worthy of worshipping it.’ The girl slowed down her spinning around motion even more until she came to an halt in front of a gangster. ‘Will it be you?’ she said in a teasing voice as she pointed, stretched and rotated her foot under the nose of one gangster. She brought her foot forward, almost touching the guy’s face: as a consequence, the man started squealing with lust and desire. Then, when the girl’s big toe was already pressing against man’s lips she suddenly said in a playful tone ’No…I don’t think so!’. Then she cruelly withdrew her foot as the man was already opening his mouth to take it all in. Everyone laughed nervously at the comical scene, while the girl resumed her spinning motion on one leg. The laughing waned immediately though as soon as the girl stopped in front of another gangster. She pointed her perfectly arched foot towards the sweating, over-excited guy and uttered sultrily ‘Or maybe you?’. This time she started running circles around the man’s head with her foot. With his eyes grotesquely wide-open, the mafioso was following the circular movements of the perfect foot which was spinning around his head, sometimes trying to catch it with his open mouth: it was an hilarious spectacle to witness. ‘Hu, hu! Behave yourself Sir!’ the girl laughed and reproached the confused man. ‘Now be still and just open your mouth, wide!’ - she ordered in a more serious tone. Obviously, the man duly obeyed: the young woman started directing her foot towards the man’s open mouth. The gangster closed his eyes waiting for the perfectly arched foot of the waitress to float inside his oral cavity: always elegantly pointed, the girl’s suspended foot entered the man’s mouth slowly, just like a probe exploring a cavity. Once he felt the toes and then the ball of the waiter’s slender foot travel inside his mouth the man closed his lips around it, in extasy: his eyes rolled around almost as if he was in a trance. Everything about that foot aroused him: the shape, the size, the arch, the perfection of the toes, the sensual smoothness of the ball, the elegant curve of the heel. The sweet and sour taste of her sole was exploding on his tongue…the aroma of that foot was now spreading inside his head like a cloud of intoxicating ritualistic fumes, waking up ancestral memories buried within the man’s DNA. Now that half of that foot was inside his mouth, he felt like he was in heaven: it really felt like his mouth and his entire being were being created specifically to worship a woman’s bare foot. Unbeknownst to the gangster, billions of men were going to wake up to this truth very soon: they’d do it exactly by seeing the video which was being recorded and that portraited him being overwhelmed by a girl’s pretty foot: unfortunately for him and his fellow gangsters though, it was way too late for him to start a new life as a female foot slave... The girl smiled at the gangster’s blissful reaction to her foot action. It was always funny to see what her feet could do to men: and she had not even started with these gangsters yet! She started to feel around the inside of the man’s mouth with her toes: she was twisting her ankle from side to side or pushing further down the man’s throat almost as if she was inspecting the size and the shape of the oral cavity which was accommodating her foot.

After a few seconds of attentive toes wiggling and pointing – which were sending shivers of pleasure/pain throughout the gangster’s entire body – the girl suddenly withdrew her foot from the man’s mouth, leaving the man gaping desperately: ‘Naaah! Your pathetic mouth is not worthy of my foot!’ she said as she casually wiped the saliva off her foot on the man’s cheeks.

When the girl removed her foot from his mouth the man felt a sudden emptiness inside. It was not just the physical absence of that divine foot in his mouth to trouble him: it was a profound state of depression which was typical of those who a lost their reason to live. This did not prevent his dick to stay powerfully erect in his pants as the mere sight of those feet was enough to make him climax. In the meantime, the woman had pivoted on her left foot again and now she was facing the last one of the three gangsters who were not busy licking her foot sweat from the sole of her sandals. He was the fattest of the five men in the room. He was sweaty from the heat and the excitement. The waitress let her foot dangle right in front of the man’s open mouth and nose for a few second. Hypnotised by the girl’s foot and unable to face her assertive stare, the man’s eyes were fixated on that perfect foot dangling just a few millimeters from his face. His mouth was open in admiration and he was breathing heavily in the presence of so much beauty, charisma, and female foot power.

Always smiling the girl started caressing the man’s bald head with her foot. In a slow sensual dance, she was running circles all around his face, teasing him and implicitly making fun of his fatness and baldness. The man was ecstatic, following the girl’s foot movements with his big awkward head. Throughout the entire time, her foot always remained perfectly firm, moving only when and how the young woman wanted it to. She had kept that crane like position for more than 15 minutes now minutes: she had pivoted in it and she did all kinds of tricks effortlessly. She looked like she could spend days in that position and do anything, without any trembling or shaking. It was actually something that only a few gymnasts, martial artists or spiritual yoga masters had ever pulled off in the history of humanity, as several people had remarked when the video was released. But this young woman made that impressive feat of balance and agility look like the easiest thing in in the world…and she managed to look incredibly sexy in the process. Her intoxicating sexiness definitely was not lost on the fat criminal who she was teasing…the fat man had now closed his eyes. He was in absolute bliss as that perfect female foot was caressing - sometimes rudely, sometimes tenderly - the sweaty perimeter of his gross face and head. The young waitress had now the middle-aged man completely wrapped around her…toes. All around the table, the other four gangsters were now staring at the scene in excitement: their eyes were watery with sexual arousement. Each one of them had one hand down inside the zipper of his trousers, stroking his painfully stiff dick. All of a sudden, the girl stopped circling the gangster’s head and – with a swift move – unceremoniously shoved her pointed foot inside the man’s semi-opened mouth. As a response the man opened his eyes in shock while he felt that much desired foot inside his mouth. Rudely, the girl pushed her foot inside the fat guy’s oral cavity until her toes were scraping at his vocal chords and her heel was squashing his lips. With way more energy than she had done with the previous gangster, she felt inside the man’s mouth with her toes, scratching his inner cheeks, his palate and the soft tissue of his tonsils. She was vicious in her action. Sometimes the girl turned her ankle to push with her toes against the inside of the man’s cheeks, deforming the man’s face to comedic effect: she pushed so hard that the shape of her toes was visible under the stretched skin of the man’s meaty cheeks. She laughed at that grotesque sight and at the fat man’s pained whimpers: the men around her laughed too but continued stroking their cocks, completely hypnotized by that strangely ultra-sexy scene. ‘Oh, finally a mouth wide enough to accommodate my slender foot. I guess you won this competition, fatso!’ – she said with a joyful but sarcastic tone. Normally anyone who would dare to call this notorious gangster ‘fat’ would end up with a bullet through in the head. But with a mouth full of female foot which was sending him to extasy, the man could only let out a weak moan of pleasure/pain. This girl was doing something to him that was completely winning him over and he could not figure out what it was: he was too busy welcoming that perfect bare foot in his mouth to even think about anything else. His entire world was comprised between the toes and the heel of that almighty size 9. The man was literally entering a state of total trance as that bare female foot was ravaging the inside of his mouth, relentlessly. Inexorably, the pheromones oozing from the girl’s foot had conquered the taste buds on his tongues and invaded his nostrils: suddenly, the gangster’s brain cortex was hit by the re-awakening of ancient socio-biological information which ages of patriarchy had put to sleep: the natural condition of all males – to be dead or enslaved under bare female feet – was being re-awakened by that young woman’s footwork throughout the gangster’s entire being. Perfectly aware of the effects of her action, the young waitress started pumping her foot in and out of the man’s mouth, rhythmically: she was penetrating his mouth almost as her foot was a dildo. She accompanied her action with satisfied female ‘hoos’ while the man could only feebly reply with muffled lamentations. She started slowly but then took up speed until her foot was literally fracking the inside of the man’s mouth: then she slowed down only to pick up pace again. Expertly, she kept varying the speed of her foot in mouth penetration to obtain maximum results. And the results were double edged for the man on the receiving end of that most unique treatment.

The middle-aged gangster was between ecstatic pleasure and the most unbearable agony and, very confusingly for him, he could not separate the two in his body and in his mind. Each time that perfect female bare foot pushed down his throat, it seemed to stimulate every sexually sensitive part of his body: these parts included those which that almighty female foot was not touching directly, like his genitals or his prostate, to the point that the man even stopped stroking his cock with his hands: the young waiter’s pretty bare foot was doing all the work for him and it was doing it in such an overwhelming, overpowering way. Inside his trousers his dick had bulged into the most powerful erection he had ever experienced. With every push of the girl’s foot down his throat, his dick was throbbing and was getting wetter and wetter with pre-cum. It looked like that supple female foot was born to command and direct the man’s giant body: the pace of the woman’s foot was dictating how fast the gangster body was vibrating or shaking. Soon that symbiotic, but clearly hierarchical, relationship between the commanding female foot and the submissive man’s body reached its inevitable ending. But before she conceded any form of release to the gangster, the girl expertly slowed down her drilling motion in the man’s mouth until she almost reached a halt: exasperated by the girl’s sudden stop, the man stretched his back and neck while inside his pants his super stiff dick was vibrating, waiting for the girl’s next move…it was an exasperatingly long pause, almost as if she was denying a climax that until a few seconds ago seemed unstoppable. On the verge of exploding, the man moaned in pain…with his mouth full of foot he could only beg the girl to ‘finish him’ with his watery, bovine eyes. The girl looked down on him with a tricky, amused expression of her face. Her foot action had now completely stopped and her toes were dangling between the man’s upper and lower lips, teasingly. Using her incredible balance and agility, she gracefully stood there, balancing on one leg. Always pointing her foot down her toes were now  only grazing the man’s open mouth. The other four gangsters sitting around the table had stopped stroking their cocks, obediently waiting for the woman to reprise her foot-in-mouthfucking of their comrade and free them from that painful impasse: no one had dared to move since she had stopped and that gave her the pulse of how much she was already dominating this group of supposedly dangerous dudes. A surreal silence filled the room, as five expert mafia men were literally hanging from the toes of one young girl: she knew that perfectly and she enjoyed prolonging their unbearable state of pre orgasm denial. She looked all around her: the eyes of each man were fixed on her, literally praying for her to continue but each man remained still, their stiff dicks pulsating in their hands right under the table but…no one dared stroking his penis…Using just her foot, she kept five notoriously evil men hanging on. The young waitress decided to have fun with that situation for a little bit more. She turned around to look into the eyes of the man beneath her: as she expected, she only found desperation, unsatisfied lust, and pain. To tease the fat bastard and all the other guys around the table, she faked sticking her foot back inside the man’s throat. Immediately all the men started stroking their dicks again but she immediately took her foot out to stand still again. She was always balancing on one leg with her foot hanging between the fat man’s lips and one finger raised admonishingly towards the men. She repeated the fake move a couple of times, just to ridicule the four gangsters who, each single time, started stroking their dicks and immediately froze to stillness again, among moans of suppressed orgasm. She stopped again, admonishing the desperate men around her who were now literally hanging from her toes: ‘No, no guys not until this foot moves again!’ - she pointed at her elegantly arched foot hanging perpendicular between the man’s open lips - ‘focus on it, wait for it to move. This foot is your only dictator, your Duce…are you ready?’. She loved teasing men in this way.Cruelly, she waited for another few seconds during which – in the suspenseful silence - she could almost hear the man’s dicks vibrate uncontrollably as the smell of precum filled the air…Then, with an evil grin on her beautiful face, the girl finally stuck her pointed toes inside the fat man’s waiting mouth and started pumping her foot again: ‘Go pigs! Give me all you’ve got! Stroke those pathetic dicks of yours for my feet!’. She shouted devilishly as the men all around her reprised their furious masturbation with increased vigour. The effect was predictable, almost Pavlovian, as these gangsters were nothing but foot fetish dogs to this young woman. 

FOOT OF PLEASURE, FOOT OF AGONY

The first man to come was the fat man whose entire oral cavity had been devastated by her relentless foot drilling. As soon as the young girl reprised her action, the man’s dick immediately exploded in the most satisfying and longest orgasm he ever had in his life. The fat gangster was transfixed as that foot was still impaling his throat and his dick was spraying enormous quantities of sperm for what seemed an eternity of time. Not only that orgasm felt incredibly good: it also felt ‘right’.  The man had never felt so much at peace with himself as he did while that woman was raping his oral cavity with her perfect but merciless foot. The girl smiled condescendingly as the man underneath her was reaching ecstasy: she kept pumping her foot to accompany each pathetic squirt of the man’s dick, until the very last drop of come had come out. She knew that what seemed like a heavenly experience to the stupid thug she had just milked was just another insignificant male orgasm: at the same time, she also knew that she had delivered him the best orgasm that any man can have. The pathetic reality of male pleasure gave the young woman a few seconds of advantage over the gangster: she knew that as soon as the waves of that super orgasm were going to simmer down, another kind of waves would start flowing inside the man’s body. The delicate balance between pleasure and pain that she had created within the man’s entire being with her foot action would soon break. The pathetically short duration of male orgasm, the main reason for male aggressiveness, would make sure that very soon the pleasure will be replaced by unbearable pain and the man will realise how much that explosive, unmatched female foot induced orgasm had cost him. 

However, she was going to be ready for him. Despite her very young age she knew very well how the inherently crippled male sexuality worked: she almost felt pity for men but that did not a single drop of empathy from her, on the contrary. She felt nothing but contempt and superiority towards the vileness of the male nature: their pathetic condition of under development made her want to crush most men – especially sexist criminals like these gangsters - under her bare female feet.  Indeed, the already sad and despicable condition of the man on the receiving end of her special treatment that night had now become particularly miserable. 

Therefore, as soon as the effect of the orgasm started to wane within the man’s system, the devastating results of the girl’s foot drilling started to make their effects be felt, and how! His mouth had been completely devastated by the girl’s relentless foot action. The first thing that started to bleed were the man’s lips which were unnaturally stretched to accommodate the girl’s foot up to the heel. Furthermore, the girl’s relentless pumping action had split open the upper and lower lips of the fat gangster which, with each push, were being mercilessly squashed between the woman’s bare heel and his own front teeth. Inside his oral cavity the situation was even worse: his cheeks had been badly scraped from the inside and ripped into bloody shreds. The back of his throat, his tonsils, and his vocal chords had been permanently damaged by the relentless pummeling that her female martial arts toes had been delivering for the last ten minutes. For all that time, the gangster’s mouth had to stay fully open to an unnatural width in order to accommodate the size 9 foot of the young waitress: with every push of his torturer’s slender but almighty foot, the bones in his jaws began cracking until they gave in. Now his jawbones were completely fractured into dozens of pieces which no surgeon in the world could ever even dream to put back together. The inside of his oral cavity and his throat too were filled with a mixture of blood, saliva, and other liquid or semi liquid fluids that he started losing from the injuries that the girl’s bare foot fucking had caused him. Teeth and pieces of flesh were floating in this gory liquid which was making him choke. He felt like suffocating and wanted to spit it all out or throw up but the merciless bare foot in his mouth only allowed him to let him drip some of this disgusting liquid from the sides of his mouth. Now the balance between pleasure and agony was definitely not there anymore. Now there was only pain, excruciating, crippling pain which started mounting and mounting inside of him until the full, extreme realisation of the state he was in reached the man’s nervous system and struck it like a lightning bolt. It was almost as if he was a patient waking up from surgery and feeling the effects of the anesthetic progressively weaken by the second while he is regaining full consciousness. The girl was perfectly aware of that. She was using the foot she had stuck inside the man’s mouth as a probe to check the man’s state. Through the sensitive marble like skin of her bare foot, she felt the uncontrollable orgasm shakes that pervaded the gangster’s body weakening with every second. In a matter of minutes, the pain, and therefore his survival instincts, would kick in and he would try to react somehow. She was well ready for that predictable moment: there was nothing a male could do that surprised her. 

When the lightning bolt of pain struck his lower brain the man suddenly realized: that female foot that just gave him so much pleasure was also killing him in the process! His eyes spread open in terror and alarm. First, he looked up at the girl who was chocking him with her foot, then he looked around desperately seeking for the help of his henchmen. The girl looked around too and what she saw did not surprised her in the slightest, on the contrary: the sight put a confident smile on her beautiful face. Just as she expected, all the other four gangsters were still masturbating, getting closer to climaxing with every second but not there yet. With their eyes semi-closed, the four mafiosi were too taken by reaching their own pleasure to notice or even care about what was happening to their compadre. So much with all the hypocritical tales of male bonding and male solidarity: selfishness was the reality of the male nature and she was going to use it to her advantage. Not only typical males were unable to multitask, especially when they were sexually aroused: they were so self-serving that nothing could come between them and their upcoming sad male orgasm, not even when their friends were being slowly killed in front of their eyes by a sexy woman who was the object of their fantasy. This was the same mechanism that drives men to rape but it’s also their downfall: switching off your brain and thinking with your dick will not help you when you’re under attack…especially if your attacker is a smart and athletic woman. She had planned it all very carefully. The young girl knew that very soon the other four gangsters were going to climax too. As a result, they would come back to their senses one after the other and realise the gravity of the situation. Thus, she needed to finish her business with the fat loser whose mouth she had been drilling with her foot as soon as possible. To do that she relied on male stupidity once again. Once he woke up from his orgasm induced stupor, the man had two choices to react against the young waitress: he could take any of the weapons lying on the table beside him and try to shoot or stab his sexy female assailant or he could try to remove that foot from his mouth with his hands, relying on his supposedly superior male strength. The girl was ready for both options but she was certain that, being a male, the gangster was going choose the stupidest and lease effect one. Once again she was right: instead of picking up one of the weapons on the table, the gangster grabbed the waitresses’ shapely ankle and calf with his fat hands, desperately trying to take her foot out of his mouth. The girl smiled down at her doomed opponent’s pathetic attempts at freeing himself. The guy was using all the force of a desperate man: as result he did not manage to move that female foot one millimeter’s out on his mouth. The man did not even manage to upset her balance: she remained elegantly standing on one leg, graceful like a ballerina and skillful as a gymnast. In an impressive show of female superiority, the girl effortlessly stuck her foot even further down the man’s throat: all the strength in the man’s arms did not manage to stop that foot from powering down his already ravaged throat. Now he had to take it in almost entirely: only a tiny part of her heel had not slipped inside the man’s throat yet. The young waitresses looked straight into his opponent’s terror filled eyes, smiling with condescendence as her foot was sliding further down the man’s throat making him gag uncontrollably. She was always sure that the guy would have made the most stupid choice. Not that it mattered that much: she would have been able to outfight him even if he had grabbed a gun. She knew how strong and skillful she was but it was also important to show how stupid men were and how unjustified their privilege are. Once again, female supremacy was proven right and machismo had been proved totally wrong. It was so easy to outsmart men: she was used to rely on their dumbness and it never failed her. Hundreds of years of patriarchy and sexism have filled men with very stupid misconceptions, like the one for which men are physically stronger than women. Unfortunately for the gangster, this young woman was always ready to use these misconceptions against her male opponents: it was an easy way to win a fight and at the same time, to debunk patriarchy in the process: it inevitably ended up in tragic consequences for her male enemies, but that’s just what they deserved. Predictably, the man beneath her was a heap of sexism and chauvinism – just like all the mafiosi - and his dumb mindset made him make the wrong choice.  Against him there was a very skilled, smart, and strong woman who couldn’t wait to show him how desperately wrong he had been for all his soon-to-be-over and meaningless life. 

Having lost any hope to stick that foot out of his mouth the man made another ill-advised move, another one that her female opponent had already predicted that he would made: he extended his arms to try to punch her groin of grab her midsection to make her lose balance. With her hand the quickly grabbed the gangster’s wrists, twisted them painfully and started pulling his big arms towards her. This allowed her to block his opponent’s arms and to have even further leverage to push her foot down his throat. The man’s face now had swallowed horribly and his eyes seemed on the point of being shot out of his orbits.

THE BAREFOOT IMPALER

Counting on the other four gangsters’ state of pre orgasm trance, the young waitress moved to the second part of her foot in mouth move. This unrelenting female torture had something way more devastating in store for the disgraced fat guy she had already ravaged. With her foot always stuck inside the man’s huge mouth and with her hands blocking the man’s wrists and while pulling his arms towards her, the girl started gracefully to bend her left leg, until her firm behind touched the green cloth of the table with both her buttocks. She did it with the impressive ease and seamless flexibility of a yoga master: more than anything she resembled a gymnast squatting on a beam while keeping one leg extended. Her sexy and masterful elegance was noticed by the man she was torturing who, despite the unbearable pain he was being put through by that same girl, experienced another incredible erection. He always had a secret fetish for gymnasts with their strong bodies, their leotards, and their flexible feet…and now he was being slaughtered by a girl who clearly had a top-class gymnastics background. On her part, the girl had no time for the man’s miserable creepy fetishes. She was going for the kill now. When her move from a standing to a sitting position had been perfected, she extended her left leg too, pointing it towards the pained man. She locked her left foot behind the gangster’s colossal neck as her right one was still pushing down his throat: at the same time, she kept pulling the man’s arms towards her and cruelly twisting his wrists (which by now she had already dislocated). In this new position - and thanks to her left foot lock - she could push way harder with her toes - as well as angle her right foot much better - in order to bring further damage to the inside of the man’s mouth. The gangster found himself trapped and locked by this woman’s whose body had turned from an object of lustful desire into the deadliest torture device. The girl’s goal was now to power her entire foot inside the man’s mouth, up to her ankle. To do so she needed to pierce the back on the man’s throat with her toes as there was no way she could stick her entire foot through his lips if her toes did not find their way out . Grinding her perfect white teeth, she pushed with all her might. Through the thick, but elastic layer of skin on the back on the man’s neck she could already feel the back of her left foot with the toes of the right one. She only needed some more seconds to perfect her chef d’ouvre and, for the first time, accomplish a legendary move that many of her master’s had been telling her about. She knew she could make it, as nothing is impossible for a determined and well-trained martial arts woman…especially when her adversary is nothing but a man. By now the gangster had accepted his destiny: he had been bleeding so much internally that he could not oppose any resistance anymore. He was only waiting for those incredibly pretty female feet to take things to what seemed the only natural conclusion by now: his arms were now weak and the young woman could pull them towards her as much as she wanted to facilitate her throat penetrating effort. It seemed that finally his ego and his brain had understood what his dick and his subconscious had known since the first moment he saw the silhouette of his female opponent come out of the shadows: there was no way that he could resist this formidable young woman. Indeed, the only thing that was still showing signs of life in the man’s psychosomatic system was his dick, which had incredibly risen to another mighty erection. It was his ultimate homage to the woman who had destroyed him so effortlessly. In the meantime, the young woman was pushing and and pumping her foot until she could feel the pointed tip of her toes lacerating the flesh of the man’s neck from the inside. She only needed a few seconds and finally her masterpiece would be complete. When she felt that she was almost there she quickly withdrew her foot and pushed one more time against the back of the man’s throat, her foot pointed like the sharpest – and shapeliest knife. All those years of ballet, gymnastics, Yoga meditation and, most of all, martial arts training paid off: her toes pierced through the rear part of the man’s fat neck and came out from the back of his head! The young girl’s toes were now touching the skin of the top of her left foot which was still locked behind the fat guy’s head. At the same time her heel powered through the man’s lips, cracking his jaws: now her foot was inside the man’s head up to her ankle. The young woman had just managed an incredible feat: she had impaled a man’s head with her foot! It was gory and glorious at the same time! The athletic young woman threw her head back and triumphantly exclaimed ‘Yes!’. It was a move that was believed to be impossible in the male dominated martial arts community but she had just showed the world that nothing was unattainable for a well trained and determined young woman. Still alive, the man whose head she had just impaled with her foot was staring at her in a mix of agony and disbelief. The formidable young woman removed her left foot from the back of the man’s head: she bent her knee and rested her left foot on the table. She did not need her foot lock anymore. The man was kept in place by her right foot, which had penetrated the man’s oral cavity like a rod and now was sticking on the other side. She looked ahead to admire her own masterpiece: she felt so satisfied! Her journey to revenge was starting in spectacular style and the cameras had just caught it all for posterity! Always ironic, she looked into the man’s desperate eyes and - with a playful smile on her face - she wiggled the bloody toes of her left foot which were sticking out from the back of the gangster’s fat head. The man could feel every movement of the girl’s foot inside his head: it was painful and humiliating beyond belief. The middle-aged closet foot fetishist really wanted to have  that girl’s irresistible feet since the first moment he had seen her. Nevertheless, he would have never imagined that he was going to have that foot inside of him in such a crippling, savage, and lethal way! The girl perfectly understood the magnitude of the devastating effect she was having on her male opponent but she had no time to rest on her laurels or crack further jokes. There were four other male criminals she had to take care of now. She knew she had to dispose of the fat guy she just impaled with her foot before his compadres reached their orgasms. She was in the line of fire of four consummate gangsters and she couldn’t allow them to come back to full awareness too soon.

THE WHIRLWIND KICK

The second gangster who climaxed was the youngest one. The deadly waitress had approached him first, using his groin as a step to get on the table and as a shoehorn to free her deadly foot. As his whole body was being shaken with tremors of pleasure, the criminal shot a huge load of sperm underneath the table. In his young life he had never experienced such a satisfying and complete orgasm. That girl had something special, he thought, even the scent of her feet which he could smell from her sandals would have been enough to make him come. The young man was already thinking of taking one of those shoes home with him, as a trophy at the end of the night. As the waves of pleasure waned within him, the young man slowly opened his eyes. 

For the first time since that woman had entered the room, his dick was no longer in control of his senses. When his brain reconnected with his eyes, he could not believe what he saw. Right in front of him, the pretty young woman who was sitting on the table torturing and crippling the most experienced and notorious gangster in the room with her sexy feet. It was and unbelievably gruesome scene which was unfolding just a few inches away from his nose! He needed to wake his henchmen up from their state of  pre-orgasmic bliss so that they could react to that unexpected danger. That girl was a real threat and she had to be stopped immediately! When she realised that the man had climaxed and that he was coming back to his senses, the waitress turned her pretty red head towards winked to him, with a playful smile on her face: her foot was still buried into the man’s mouth and her pretty toes. The pretty girl's cool, calm, and sassy attitude made the young man panic even more! As he was putting his dick back into his trousers, he started screaming to the other three gangsters ‘Guys, guys this bitch is killing Fernando!’. All the other criminals still had their eyes semi-closed as they were on the verge of an incredible orgasm. However, they could hear their pal’s screams resonate in the halls of their empty male brains which were now largely occupied by the sight, the smell and the sexiness of the waitresses’ feet. ‘Wake up guys! We must kill this broad now!’ the young gangster kept on screaming as he was extending his hand to grab his gun which was laying on the green table.

From her perspective the girl knew she needed to act, and act quick, before any of her opponents could get hold of their guns.

The following action literally happened within a wink of an eye and was one of the main showcases of incredible dexterity, craftiness, speed of mind and body and unmatched combat skills from this woman which shocked and inspired the entire world when the video was unveiled. 

In less than one second the young woman finally took her foot out from the fat gangster’s head, causing a geyser of blood and other dislocated organic matter (teeth, pieced of flesh, other bodily fluids) to come out of his mouth. With one single fluid movement, the girl bent her knees and stung the man’s eye sockets with her toes, just to hurt him a little more and blind him temporarily; then she bent her knees again, joined her feet and double kicked the fat criminal’s face with all her force. At the same time, she released her grip of the man’s broken wrists, letting his arms go. The double kick broke the fat mafia guy’s nose and made him fall back in his chair. As her male foe was falling to the ground the girl even managed to wipe her bare feet on the sleeves of his shirt: the sleeves were the only part of the gangster’s clothes that was not already soaked in blood and other disgusting liquids so the young woman took advantage of it to wipe some of his enemy’s gore off her pretty feet. The man hit the ground heavily, further damaging the back of his head. Lying on his back, he started making horrifying gurgling sounds as he lost blood from his mouth and from the back of his head. He was in a semi-comatose state but not dead yet. Funnily enough, as he fell his dick released another geyser of sperm which was shot into the air. Some of it even landed on the top of the waitresses’ pristine feet. That didn’t stop the fierce young woman from perfecting her lethal action: as the fat man was still falling down on his back, the girl spun around on her ass at 360°. As she did she extended her shapely marble-white legs and lashed out with both her feet. As she spun around on her firm, almost naked buttocks the deadly waitresses kicked the youngest gangster first, so that he could not react. Before the young mafia boy’s hand could grab the gun in front of him, the top of the girl’s cum-stained foot impacted against the olive-skinned face. The young boy’s left cheekbone was broken on impact with a sickening but also very satisfying noise. The impact of the girl’s other foot immediately followed. It made the boy fall down from his chair and roll away on the floor, far away from where the firearms where laying. In a seamless, spinning motion the girl’s feet hit the other three gangsters around the table too. The three men where still furiously stroking their cocks when their cheekbones got shattered by the same bare feet they were masturbating about. They just had the time to open their eyes in terror as the girl’s feet came towards them in a flurry of leggy movement. The waitresses’ spinning kicks made the men fall from their chairs and fly away from the table: it looked like these big strong men were nothing but light feathers swept away by a pretty, barefoot kicking tornado. With immaculate timing, the kicks struck the other three men when they had reached the point of orgasmic inevitability. As the men flew in the air and before they landed heavily on the floor their dicks simultaneously exploded in an orgasm which looked like an homage to the perfect knockout move that this incredible woman had just performed on them. The air around the table on which the girl was spinning around was filled with grey and pink carnations made of the semen and the blood of the men she had just knocked out and permanently damaged. At the end of her incredible performance, the girl called her long legs towards her body and crossed them in a yoga Sukhasana position. From her sitting position on top of the big round table she looked at the scene all around her serendipitously  as a big smile appeared on her face: her victory was faultless. One man was lying comatose just beneath her, while the other four mafiosi were trying to get back on their feet, still shocked and in total agony. Some of them still had their dicks out of their pants as they were massaging their broken faces. 

She could be satisfied and proud of what she had achieved. She had to remain focused though because she was only at the beginning of her journey to revenge…and she still had to deliver an awful lot of punishment to these five guys before the night was over!

THE BEST IS YET TO COME!

The TV studio tributed a standing ovation to this first section of the video just as anyone else who was watching the video all over the world. The spinning kick move had immediately become a fan favourite: appropriately, it became known as ‘The Whirlwind Kick’. it generated millions of videos in which women were trying to replicate that most incredible move against male ‘volunteers’. The original move performed by the Martial Arts Avenger against the gangsters was so fast and fluid that people had to analyse that sequence in stop motion, literally frame by frame in order to understand its dynamics, and still it was incredibly hard to figure out and perform! Thousands of tutorials and reaction videos on the web tried to explain how it was possible that so much damage could be delivered in such a short time by a single barefoot woman to so many men. The shocking impalement of the gangster’s head was saluted with the same enthusiasm: it became known as the legendary ‘Barefoot Impaler’ technique. Women all around the world tried to replicate it, with severe, when not lethal, consequences for the men who were on the receiving end of this tremendous technique. In both cases, the general public had never seen techniques which were so lethally devastating…and these incredible kicks had singlehandedly performed by a bare handed - and bare footed young woman - at the expense of five dangerous and fully armed men! 

These masterstrokes of female martial arts supremacy were going to inspire millions of women around the world: the athletic Nordic bartender was one of them. She had tears running down her silky cheeks as she watched the beginning of that first mafia-annihilating mission being re-run on TV on that solemn occasion.

‘This video changed my life…and it changed the world too!’ – she said to the laptop girl in an emotional tone – ‘As I said, I must have watched it at least a million times, I’ve studied every second of it in order to reproduce every kick and every move, I have re-enacted it a thousand times…but it still brings a tear to my eye. This is the beginning of our revolution’

‘It changed my life too’ replied the girl with the laptop. As she looked at the athletic coffee owner, a smile full of empathy and female complicity appeared on her lips.

‘…and the best is yet to come! Yay! –  the Nordic barista replied clapping her hands in excitement. She was getting ready for the second part of the video which was about to start. ‘Yes, the best is definitely yet to come’ - whispered the mysterious guest as both women returned their eyes to the tv screen…