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Hi all, here comes the third chapter of my Female Martial Arts Justice Story. I hope you will like it and please feel free to comment about it.
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FEMALE MARTIAL JUSTICE (Pt 3 of 5): FACE TO FACE WITH THE ENEMY
Pt. 3 of 5
The Boss’s Filthy Ritual

The big Boss was relaxing in his extra luxurious suite, totally oblivious to the fact that the much feared destroyer of his once mighty clan was getting so dangerously close to him. The apartment was hidden inside a fortified bunker in the basement of a giant mansion. The 50 years old Mafioso was getting ready for his bi-weekly sexual room service: in the meantime, the young female martial arts avenger he was hiding from was already inside the Villa, literally smashing his few remaining sicarios to bits with her lethal pantyhosed feet. Totally unaware of the proceedings, the crime lord felt safe and untouchable in his refuge: his location was absolutely secret (or so he believed…), armed guards were all around him and, moreover, he was hiding underground in a bombproof - other than soundproof - bunker. The only contact he had with the outside world were the girls that he was having over regularly, in order to satisfy his perverted sexual needs. The girls were selected among the best sex workers from the Boss’s own prostitution network. He could do what he wanted with them. These women were his own property: they were nothing more than slaves to him. Some of these sex workers never came back from the Boss’s fortified hideout. The perverted mafioso liked to play very violent games during his sex meetings: some of these games would end tragically for the young girls. The libido of this middle-aged maniac was inextricably connected to power, aggressiveness and violence. Having the right of life and or death over these poor girls made him feel like he was still powerful and capable to control and dominate others, especially women.
However, since the demolition of his crime family by the mysterious martial artist had begun, the Boss’s sexual performances had decreased sensibly. It seemed that knowing that there was someone out there who could easily destroy all his power structure had undermined his male sexual prowess: it was almost as if the Boss’s whole criminal empire was just an aggressive extension of his penis, a dangerous way to prove his manliness and virility to the world. Crushing his empire equaled to crushing his manhood. This is why he had started using Viagra and other drugs to compensate for his decreasing performances. He added those performance-enhancing drugs to his usual intake of cocaine and alcohol which he used to get himself ready for a night of sex and violence. On top of that, during his perverted sexual encounters he liked to project porn videos mixed with scenes from his criminal exploits on a big screen inside his bedroom. It was his all part of his intoxicated and lurid pre-sex ritual. He had most of his killings and rapes recorded on tape by his henchmen. As he was preparing for sex, the mafioso psychopath liked to re-watch himself performing those atrocities to get aroused: among the scenes that he loved to watch again and again there was the brutal torture, rape and slaughter of the young female avenger’s family. He was particularly satisfied about that ultra-violent massacre: watching himself go through all that again regularly sent him into an exalted - and drug assisted - delirium of omnipotence.
This is how sick and twisted the mind of this criminal was: just another reason why he had to be stopped as soon as possible. He expected sex and violence from his upcoming rendez-vous: little he did know that someone was coming for him that night who will certainly provide him with a lot of the latter…

Getting Ready for the Big Showdown

Having adjusted her hair and make-up and with a fresh pair of pantyhose covering her stunning and lethal legs, the dark-red haired young beauty confidently walked down the stairs which led to the bunker’s heavy security door. She stopped in front of it and took a deep breath: she was fully aware that those metal doors were the last obstacle between herself and the evil beast who had so tragically changed her life when she was just a little child. This second meeting with the Boss was going to have a totally different meaning, as she had sworn to herself a million times. She had been training all her life for this moment and now there she was, ready to reach the final destination of her long and bloody path to justice and revenge. Step by step, she had walked over the dead bodies of 249 men to get to that point. Before that, she had trained in all forms of combat for 11 years. She had worked on her body and skills so hard that her feet had become the deadliest combat weapons on earth. Now the big moment had arrived. So far, she had been methodical and relentless in the delivery of her savage retribution but now she could not help but feel her heartbeat speed up a little bit under her gracious chest. However, she was determined not to let her emotivity get the best of her and ruin the revenge she had been craving and pursuing for all these years. She had to overcome her emotions and be as clear-headed and determined as she had been in her mission up to that point. She could not afford to miss out now that she was so close to her final goal: she owed to herself, to her family and to all the victims – especially the women – of this man’s cruelty.
She straightened her back and she exhaled. She put on her most seductive smile and ‘bedroom eyes gaze’. Along her path to justice, the young woman had learned that her perfect physical beauty had devastating effects on all men, almost like her kicks. Being so stunningly pretty immediately for her became just another means to achieve her revenge. So far, she had seen herself and her body as a high performance man-killing machine: looking absolutely stunning – and knowing it - was just another weapon in her arsenal dedicated to male destruction. For the misfortune of all her male opponents, she had learned to use that weapon very efficiently. It was so easy for her to lure men with these tactics: men were stupid and weak and they became even more vulnerable in the presence of female beauty. Now it was time to be at her most beautiful and sexy ever: she had to trick her mortal enemy into letting his own executioner into his secure place. She knew very well that since the Boss was just another chauvinistic and deluded macho, he would never think that his executioner would come in the shape of a pretty female: he was in for a big surprise…
Waiting for his weekly dose of sex to be delivered to his door, the Boss was getting more and more intoxicated to the sound of loud music and watching his vile snuff videos: in his stupor, he did not realise that his delivery was taking longer than usual that night. Eventually, the video intercom of the bunker sounded and a flashing red light signaled the presence of someone in front of the door. The Boss checked the intercom cameras, which showed several angles of whoever was on the other side of the maximum security doors: he started salivating because, from every angle, he liked what he was seeing very much! A stunning dark-red haired lady dressed in a sexy Chinese dress, black nylons and high heels was waiting right in front of his door.
Luckily for the female avenger, the Boss wanted his dates to come to his door on their own: he could not stand the sight of his henchmen before his sexy rendez-vous. Therefore, the fact that the lady was not accompanied by one of his guards did not raise any suspicions in him. The Boss turned off the big screen with the violent videos: he did not want to scare his whores too early on. Then, the big man stood up from his luxury bed and opened the door with a secret code.
When the big door was wide open the Boss could finally see his date in all her splendor. In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life: she was smiling confidently and seductively. She was so incredibly attractive that even an experienced and unsensitive man like him had to pause for a second to admire her. The crime Boss thought that the level of his prostitution agencies had been improving recently: he immediately thought that he had to tell his pimps to raise their prices. The man and the woman stood still in silence, facing each other for a few seconds. The young female avenger had put on her best femme fatale impersonation, but her heart sank for a moment when she saw the man she had been chasing for all those years finally standing in front of her. However, she kept on an impenetrable façade: indeed, she was going to be a femme fatale for this man, but in ways which were completely different from what he was expecting with his deluded macho fantasies. The young woman seemed to bask in the effect she was having on the big Boss man. Then in a sensual tone she said: ‘Good evening, sir’. Her smile widened even more and she continued: ‘I hope you will let me keep you company tonight’. These words woke up the Boss from the sudden and stunning sight of youn woman’s beauty. With a rude gesture, the Boss invited the pretty lady into his suite. He did not even speak to her: he might have been beautiful but she was still an object to him…an object he might even decide to kill before the end of the night. ‘Thank you!’ the young lady replied as she walked through the door with feline sensuality. As soon as she was in, the automatic doors closed behind her. There she was, alone with the man who had slaughtered her family and ruined her life: the female martial artist’s heart was racing but she did not let it show.
She was confident that, with his mind obscured by his date’s beauty and by his own lust (and by drugs and alcohol), the Boss could never guess the real identity of the woman who had just entered his secret hideout.
She was a child when he attacked her family: in his sexist mindset, the middle-aged mafioso would never conceive that the child whom he thought had burned alive in her parents’ house could ever become this stunning young woman standing in from of him, let alone the merciless exterminator of mafia men he was hiding from. The Boss never cared for or paid any attention to his victims: for him they had always been weaklings who only deserved to die. He did not know yet that he was about to be on the receiving end of the same merciless treatment or worse under the feet of a beautiful dark-red haired woman who looked like all the sexiest female movie stars even rolled into one.

The Spider and the Fly

The massive criminal sat down on the bed as the beautiful sex worker stood right in front of him, with a confident smirk on her face. He could not take his eyes off her: what he did not know was that his date was studying him too, but for different reasons. The Boss was wearing a pair of soft gym suit trousers, sport shoes and a t-shirt. Having studied his habits for years, the young lady knew that he was already intoxicated with alcohol, cocaine, Viagra and other drugs. The middle-aged man’s state of sexual excitement was already showing through his pants: his big face was already red from all the drugs and the alcohol.
The mafioso was a massive man, slightly overweight. At 190 cm he was very tall and imposing. He was famous for his brute force, which helped him establish his rule over the Mafia gang. Being 175 cm tall, the woman was shorter than him but she knew that the reach, the accuracy and the power of her kicks were limitless. Moreover, she had already killed and humiliated so many men who were bigger than this guy…but she was sure that the Boss had to have some ace up his sleeve besides his massive body size: she knew she should not underestimate him.
With another rude hand gesture, the man urged the pretty woman to take off her shoes: the smile on the woman’s face widened. She knew that he was just another raging foot fetishist, like so many other men were, especially among Mafia guys. Their foot fetish was an expression of their unconscious desire to submit to women and to die under their avenging soles: in the deep recesses of their psyche they knew that they deserved to be punished by women for what they had done. Stupid as they were though, these men would never understand this by themselves: nevertheless the young female martial artist had found very convincing ways of teaching them about their own deep submissive nature during her journey of systematic demolition of the entire Mafia family…
Pretending to obey to the man’s orders, the young lady seductively turned her gorgeous back to him: she then kicked off her shoes, one by one. She did it slowly, without using her hands. She was looking into a full size mirror in front of her: she could see the Boss’s reactions to her sensual moves. One after the other, her pantyhosed feet touched the carpeted floor, sending shockwaves of pleasure in the Boss’s body and making his dick almost explode prematurely. She smirked confidently: she knew that, by asking her to take off her shoes, the stupid mafioso had only enhanced her agility and stability during the fight: most importantly, he had freed her deadliest weapons, the instruments of destruction that were going to deliver unprecedented amounts of pain to him and ultimately bring him to his demise: her lethal feet. It was always like that with men: with their incapability to resist their own fetishes and sexual obsessions they conceded enormous advantages to their female opponents. It’s very frustrating to fight the object of your sexual desire, especially when that object proves to be a much better fighter than you. Not that the women needed that advantage to be naturally better fighters than men…but with their stupid psychology males were doomed to lose even more humiliatingly than they would have normally. Anyway, there was no time now for dissecting the stupid male brain…the moment had come for revenge…
With her back still turned to the horny Boss, the woman was quietly balancing her weight from one foot to another: she was stretching her ankles, feet and toes on the spot with slow and sensual movements. She was preparing her weapons for the fight but at the same time she was showcasing her feet to the Boss. Like a spider waiting for the fly, she was attracting him towards her. She knew that her feet were sending pheromones through the air which were hitting right into the Boss’s brain cortex: the man’s body, psyche and genitals were going to hear that irresistible call. Just by sensually moving her feet she was literally commanding the Boss to stand up and get close to her. She did not even need to speak out her order, she just needed to let her feet talk: the fight had not started yes but she was already in total control of the situation. As soon as she kicked off her shoes, the balance of power in the room had already shifted in the woman’s favour, but the Boss was too dumb and intoxicated to even notice. She also undid the buttons on the slits on both sides the sides of her already short Chinese dress: the dumb gangster saw that move as another part of her strip tease. He did not know that she was actually freeing her legs so that she could enjoy limitless flexibility when she kicked. With pleasure, she was anticipating what was going to happen but, differently from the Boss, it was not sex she was thinking about. Finally, she was about to get her revenge on the piece of human waste that killed her family: each part of her being – soul, mind, body, skin, guts, heart and obviously her feet – was buzzing in anticipation. The Boss was looking for his weekly dose of sex and violence: the pretty woman who had just stepped into her room was more than ready to provide him with a lot of the latter.
The Fight

Unable to resist the call of those perfect feet, the Boss stood up from the bed and walked walks toward that stunning woman. Her muscular but sensual back was till turned to him but she could see his movements in the mirror. Approaching the girl from behind, the man put his arms around her back, in a rude sexual approach. As she felt his arms embracing her, she smiled confidently. The chauvinist male thought that she was smiling out of pleasure...Actually she was smirking with satisfaction because she got him exactly where she wanted him. Now her revenge could begin! As soon as the Boss wrapped his arms around her, she bent her right leg with huge force: her nylon covered heel ran shoot up between his legs, hit him right on his huge swollen nuts. He bent forward as an excruciatingly pain was rising up inside of him: his entire genitalia were now particularly sensitive due to his state of excitement and the woman knew that perfectly. That kick was the last thing that the Boss was expecting from those inviting female feet: he was absolutely stunned! ‘What’s going on?’, he wondered: in his adult life he had never been hit by a woman! The female martial artist had no intention to let her opponent recover from the shock though…Fast as lightning she turned around to face him, bent her back and delivered a brutal scorpion kick right between his eyes, hitting his nose and his forehead as well with the ball of her foot. Shocked by the pain and the surprise the man stepped back from this delicate flower who had just turned into a dangerous carnivorous plant. His nose was already bleeding, his forehead was swelling and his groin was in incredible pain. And it all happened within less than a second! ‘You filthy whore! How dare you!’ he screamed at the top of his lungs! As a reply, she assumed a fighting stance and she stared at him, a confident smile always on her face. She invited him to fight with her fingers. ‘Fucking bitch you are going to pay for this. Don’t you know who I am? Do you really think I can’t outfight a little girl like you in combat?’
‘Well, actually yes, I really think you can’t!’ the girl replied teasingly. His opponent's defiant attitude sent the man in a state of even deeper rage. Seeing red, he charged at the girl screaming: ‘Get ready to be raped and killed slut!’. His momentum did not last for long though, because the girl stopped him in his tracks with a solid teep with the sole of her foot to his large chest: her strike was so solid that her footprint was left on the man’s t-shirt for a few seconds. She followed that with a rapid fire series of roundhouse kicks to the man’s upper body. Jumping on the spot, the red-haired avenger alternated between her right and left leg: she was firing dozens of ultra-fast taekwondo kicks to the man’s ribcage, fracturing all the bones in the process. The man was quickly out of breath as he could hear his ribs shattering inside his chest: the size 9 feet of this sexy woman were demolishing his ribs like nylon covered sledgehammers. The girl closed her furious series of roundhouse kicks with a spectacular spinning back kick to the face of the Mafioso. She jumped high in the air, turned around and shot her size 9 foot right in the middle of the Boss’s red face. Her heel struck his nose again, breaking all the bone and cartilage, while the ball of her foot splintered his lips. Almost in slow motion, the big man was sent flying back in a cloud of his own blood. He landed on the big bed in a daze. The first seconds of the fight had already convinced him that he could never outfight this devilish martial arts woman so he did what his cowardly mafioso nature urged him to do. The man reached behind his back and he took out the pocket sized gun that he always carried on him. He barely had the time to point it at the girl that he felt something hit his wrist at a speed and with a force that he had never experienced before: simply, the young woman had lashed out with her foot kicking his gun out of the middle aged man before the Boss could pull the trigger. The serial sex abuser could only see the small gun fly against the wall beside him: the firearm broke down in the impact becoming useless. The Boss was absolutely astonished: he was famous for being the fastest and most accurate gunman in the whole underworld: but this girl just proved to be much faster with her feet than he was with the trigger! Angered and frustrated, the man reached for the gun that always kept under his cushion. Unfortunately for him, his female opponent knew the exact location of all the guns in his bunker. To get that precious information, she had to torture one of the Boss’s henchmen for three hours with her feet. She had even promised him to spare his life if he told her. Obviously, once she got what she wanted, she crushed the philandering mafioso under her feet anyway…but there was no use in keeping a promise made to a backstabbing gangster.
However, all that patient foot torture work was paying off now that the final showdown was going down. As soon as the man managed to reach his gun the young woman jumped with both feet on his crotch: the man screamed down in pain and sprung up to a sitting position. While her feet were crushing his groin, the woman grabbed the man’s right wrist and easily took the gun from his hands ‘Bad boy! You should never bring a gun to a kick fight!’ she said with the patient tone of a mother who had just caught his child misbehaving. While she was still standing with both feet on his crotch she unloaded his Beretta gun on his head and then threw it against the wall, breaking it irreparably. Then she continued to tease the increasingly desperate man ‘Wait a minute: you are telling me that a big Boss man like you is incapable to face a fragile woman like me in combat without the help of a gun?’ – she asked provokingly – ‘oh how shocking! she said ironically putting one hand in front of her mouth to mock surprise. Then she became more serious and continued: ‘Listen now: I am giving you a chance to prove your worth and not to be a coward for once in your life. So now stand the fuck up and fight me like a true warrior should. If you can of course…’ After she said than she executed a perfect backflip, using the man’s crotch as a springboard. While she was taking off though, both her perfect feet hit the man under the chin, shattering a few teeth and hurting his jawbones: she never missed a chance to hurt her opponent…and if she could do it in a spectacular way all the better for her and all the worse for his enemy’s morale. Like the expert gymnast and the natural acrobat that she was, the young girl landed effortlessly on her feet. She assumed a fighting stance once again inviting the man to join her in the centre of the large room to continue their bare handed duel. Even if the woman’s teasing was hurting his pride and starting to undermine his male ego, the Boss was now absolutely sure that the girl was a much better fighter than him. Being a coward, he was ready to call for the help of his henchmen. He pushed the alarm button and grabbed the interphone: ‘Help, help me! I am being attacked! Run, you assholes!’ he screamed in despair, hoping that his men would come to his aid soon. Faced with that ridiculous scene the martial arts girl dropped her fighting stance and started laughing heartily. ‘Hahaha! You are so pathetic! I am afraid that your ‘assholes’ will not come anytime soon. Unfortunately for you, they all have met my feet just before you and now they are all busy dying painfully – when they are not already dead -around the house. I guess that’s down to just you and me now, my dear’. The Boss could not believe his hears: how could this pretty woman have destroyed all his most trusted men? She really was fearsome. He could not help but feeling a chill deep inside of him: he was afraid…for the first time in his life he was experiencing fear…His male supremacist ego could not accept that a woman fighting only with her feet could cause such an unprecedented feeling in him: he was genuinely scared of a pretty girl and her lethal feet. He had to make her disappear, with all means necessary, but there was no way that he was going to do it without a gun. Gathering whatever was left of his energy, he stood up on the bed but instead of running towards the girl to fight, he leapt in the direction of a closet where he kept his submachine guns. Not even this time though, the bulky man was not able to outsmart his clever female opponent: when the man had almost reached the closet in which he kept his submachine gun something got in his way…and once again that something had the form of a pair of nylon covered female soles. Knowing exactly where the Boss kept his guns, the female avenger started running towards the closet and, when she was getting close enough, she performed a cartwheel and leapt in the air just like a gymnast. Her initial position was much further away from the closet than her opponent but being infinitely more athletic, fast and fit than the fat gangster, she was able to catch him mid-air: she literally flew above him and, mid-air, she hit his upper back with both her feet. The man went down like a lead balloon, landing heavily – and painfully - on the floor: he found himself on his belly, just in front of the closet he was trying to reach. The girl landed over him, gracefully standing on his back, both feet placed parallel among his massive shoulders. She looked like a gymnast who had just executed a perfect jump. The girl’s weight on the man’s back was making him suffer incredibly because of the broken ribs in his chest. Still standing on his back, she quietly opened the closet in fornt of her. She found find a full arsenal there. ‘Hu-ho!’ she said ironically ‘Is this what you were looking for?’. She picked one gun out of the closet as she spoke. ‘Now you are making me very angry: is it possible that none of you mafia boys has the guts to face this young girl in a bare handed fight? This does not surprise me though. I always knew you were a bunch of wussies behind your tough guy image. Anyway, I think I have just showed you that having gun in your hand does not mean having an advantage against me: as you have seen, my feet are faster than your bullets – suffering under her feet, the big Boss man found himself thinking that the girl’s claim was not exaggerated: he had just learned it the hard way. ‘Actually, I am doing this for you.’- The girl continued - 'I want to give you an honor that you don't deserve: now you can die in a fair fight against me'- as she spoke she unloaded all his guns over him, before smashing them against the wall - ‘Now you have no more excuses or easy ways out: stand up and fight for your life, asshole!’. Actually the young martial arts avenger knew that she could have defeated the Boss even if he had managed to use all his guns against her: she had already killed hundreds of fully armed men with her feet. However, she did not want to underestimate his opponent now that she had reached the final act of her righteous revenge: if she had failed because of mistake derived by her own over confidence, she would have never forgiven herself.
While he was being trampled on the floor under the feet of this relentless girl, the man realised that he had no other chance but to do as the woman ordered. There he was, a once fearsome Boss, repeatedly knocked out and used as a footstool by a call girl that only a few minutes ago he was still planning to rape and kill for his own pleasure. Now the hunter had turned into the hunted and he had to face this terrible martial arts woman on her own terms. He was shocked, alone and unarmed: he could only count on his bare hands to face her punishing feet now. From her point of view, the female avenger always knew that this was going to be a one-sided fight until his death: the big Boss though was starting to acknowledge this fact only at this point. The girl stepped down from her opponents back and walked right in front of him. Still lying on his belly, the man could see her pretty toes right in front of his eyes. She told him coldly ‘Stand up, I am waiting for you’. Then she walked to the centre of the room to resume the fight. The Boss let out a painful sigh and then he stumbled to his feet. He felt like he had just woken up from a bad dream but no…the pretty girl who had so quickly become his worst nightmare was still there, right in the centre of the room, ready to punish him again with those pretty but so deadly feet. There was no other way for him if he wanted to at least try to get out of that desperate situation: he had to try to fight her somehow. The man shook his head trying to collect himself: he was already completely kick drunk by his female opponent’s previous feet strikes. Uneasily, the middle aged sex abuser stepped to the centre of his bedroom: it was a formerly secure and confortable place but now it had become the theatre of his own shameful demise…at the hands of a girl! He could not believe what was happening to him. There she was: that undefeatable woman was fresh as a rose, jumping on the balls of her feet and looking perfect while the man was trying to recover from the worst beating of his life...and this was just the beginning…

The Boss gathered up all his courage. He walked up to the woman and tried to hit her with his fists, but she avoided his punches easily, humiliating him with her legendary agility. She felt really excited and confident because she was about to fully unleash her relentless martial arts attack on the murderer of all her beloved ones. The young girl knew that the mafioso was not really capable of fighting without firearms. His reputation as a fighter was just based on violence, brutality and viciousness. He had no technique whatsoever: certainly he was not equipped to fight her, the deadliest martial artist on the planet.

After a few drunken misses from her doomed enemy, she started to counterattack. She delivered a series of roundhouse, front and side kicks to the criminal’s face, jaw and body: her size 9 feet were hitting the big man with amazing accuracy and devastating power. With each female kick, male blood was sent spraying on the walls. Sometimes pieces of teeth and cartilage were flying too. During a brief pause from her relentless attack, the desperate chubby man threw himself towards her once again but she just smiled, stepped to the side and replied with a flurry of rapid fire snap kicks. Her foot was going from his groin and up to his face and then from his face down to his groin, repeatedly and relentlessly. The man could just receive this terrible barrage of kicks and suffer. He looked like a guy who was being hit by a submachine gun in an action movie and taking a mighty long time to fall down dead: the only difference was that he was being hit by female martial arts feet and not bullets. At the end of her tremendous series of kicks the young girl said: ‘more of that later!’. She underlined her sentence with a spinning back crescent jump kick in pure Van Damme style. The pretty girl’s kick was so powerful that the big man - who was weighing more than 140 kgs - was sent flying to a remote corner of the room, like he was nothing but a straw dummy.

The frustrated Boss found himself lying in the corner, in a kick-drunk haze. However he was not ready to give in yet. He stood up slowly, shook his head again and started running towards his female opponent yelling ‘Why don’t you let me hit you just once, you sl…’. He could not finish his phrase because the girl stuck one of her pantyhosed feet right between his lips: she raised her leg and stretched it at lightning speed while he was running towards her and screaming. The man widened his eyes in disbelief as the smell of the woman’s nylon covered foot filled his oral cavity and his nostrils. He desperately tried to hit her with his fists, but her outstretched leg kept him at safe distance: he just punched the air, laughably. He also tried to grab the martial arts woman’s ankle to take that deadly foot out of his mouth but to no avail: her shapely leg was too strong and her balance too perfect for the big man to even dream to get out of that embarrassing and painful situation. The girl’s foot was keeping his jaws agonisingly separated and it was pushing against his lips and cheeks, stretching them in a grotesque smile: soon, the big man started bleeding from the both sides of his mouth as the raspy texture of the pantyhose scratched the back of his lower and upper lips. There was nothing he could do though: the massive man could only accept that he was held back by the blade of this woman’s sexy foot. This young lady was making him feel powerless and hopeless in way which went beyond his most terrible nightmares. The girl laughed at the grotesque and humiliating situation in which she had put the man in with her creative side kick. Moreover, the entire room was full of mirrors, carefully placed to magnify the Boss’ sexual performances: in this case though, the mirrors only let him see himself getting beaten down by a young girl. A fitting end of the life of a chauvinist pig and a sex offender. After a few seconds, during which she masterfully let the man savour the smell and the sight of his own humiliation, the young woman reprised her systematic demolition of her arch enemy. She grabbed both his arms and removed her foot from between his lips, to place it under his chin. The ball of her pantyhosed foot was now pushing against his chin, agonizingly stretching his neck out while she was pulling his arms towards her.

Some Painful Revelations

While he was being crucified by this unbelievable painful hold, the Boss tried to speak. The ball of the young avenger’s foot was keeping his jaws painfully locked so he could only speak ‘Who are you?’ - he asked her. Actually, he was talking to the pretty female toes sticking out of his chin, as that was the only part of his opponent’s body he was able see, due to the excruciating position in which his head and neck were getting stretched. ‘Are you from the Police?’ he continued. With every sentence blood was drooling out of the middle aged man’s ravaged mouth, forming a stain on the floor.
‘You wish I was a police woman, scumbag!’ the girl replied disdainfully ‘if I was, I would be lawfully obliged to apprehend you alive and take you to a comfortable jail. Then you would be put on a ‘fair’ trial: in the end you would probably get away with a mild sentence from a corrupted judge’. She remarked her words by pulling the man’s wrists towards her even stronger and pushing harder with her foot on his chin. ‘Unfortunately for you, I am way more than a police agent: I am here as your judge, jury and executioner! As your judge and jury, I have already written your sentence: torture and death by my feet! Tonight, I came here as your executioner and I am going to make sure the sentence is being delivered in full before the sun rises again! – she pressed her foot against his neck and chin once again – 'In your arrogance, I bet you thought this bunker was your temporary golden hideout, but it was not…it was your death row cell! And tonight is judgement night, asshole! – she took a pause to let her word do their effect on the man’s psyche and then continued – ‘In case you are still wondering I wanted to let you know that I am the one who has slaughtered all your men: being your accomplices they had to die too. Not only I have killed them, but before putting them out of their misery I have made them beg for their life and worship the same feet who had just demolished them: the feet of a woman! 249 men have already died under my soles of vengeance and you are going to be next. That’s right, all this time you have been hiding from me, a pretty young girl! I was the destroyer of your century old mafia clan. How does that make you feel, big macho man? All of you have been killed, your surnames extinguished, your families destroyed and decimated by my kicks…And the memory of you and your men will be forever shamed and cancelled as soon as the world will know that a single unarmed woman was your nemesis. Your clan will go down in history as the one who has been crushed under the feet of a girl! That will be your only legacy! You don’t know how hilarious this is to me!’
The man was sent into a state of despair by the young girl’s words. He could not believe that the mysterious killer who had massacred all his men in such bloody and methodical ways was just a sexy young woman. All this time he had been forced go into hiding from a girl who only used her feet to fight: in the mind of a chauvinistic mafia Boss this was beyond fantasy…but kick after kick, this girl was proving him that she was an almighty fighter, capable of anything, including slaughtering hundreds of fully armed men with her feet. With those pretty feet she had demolished an international crime network which had lasted for ages: she deserved mad respect for that, he thought for a second, while her foot was relentlessly torturing him…He could not resist from looking at the thinly veiled toes which were popping out from under his chin: they were absolutely perfect. Slender and progressively shorter from the toe to the pinky, those were the most beautiful toes – and feet – he had ever seen. This lethal woman had more sex appeal in one of her toes than all the women he had met in his life ever had in all their bodies combined. At the same time though, those stellar feet were also the deadliest weapons of destruction he had ever had to face. Incredibly, even while he was being destroyed by those feet, he still felt an incredible attraction for them: but now the lust he felt before the fight had grown into another feeling which the Boss couldn’t understand…yet.
However, the middle-aged man needed to ask another question to the mysterious woman who was demolishing his body and mind with her feet. ‘But why are you doing this to me? Why did you take it upon yourself to do this? What have I done to you?’.
Always balancing on one leg – while the other was pushing against the man’s neck – the young woman shook her head. ‘The mere fact that you are asking me this question shows that you are fully deserving of the punishment you will be receiving tonight: each woman on this earth should have the right to kill you on sight for what you and your gang have done. I am here to deliver righteous retribution in the name of all the victims who have suffered for your disgusting evil actions. Also, I am cleansing the world from a dangerous organisation which was going to cause so much pain and misery in the future, especially to women’ – she took a brief pause – 'and yes I also have very personal reasons for doing this. Don’t worry though, indeed you will find out who I am but that will happen in due time. The night has just begun for me and you, baby. I have been training for this evening for eleven years now: I have prepared a nice little program for you. Before the sun comes up again, my feet will make you experience levels of suffering that no-one else has ever felt before. I will cripple your body, I will make you a disabled man, I will destroy your internal organs, obliterate all your senses, lobotomise your brain and crush your genitalia. After all, you were dying for a footjob, weren’t you? Do you remember when I said that I wanted to give you an honourable death? Well, I have news for you, asshole: I was joking. Hahaha, it’s so funny to trick a professional cheater like you! I will make sure that this will be not only the most painful, but also the most humiliating execution of a male criminal ever. Very soon you will be kissing my feet begging me to put you out of your misery…but only I will decide when the time is right for you to be kicked to hell. First, I will give you a generous taste of all the suffering that you inflicted to other people. It will all be condensed in one night, and that’s my only regret because I wanted you to suffer for much longer: but I promise you I will do my best to make this as excruciating as possible for you. We are just at the beginning of this journey…so, if you pardon me, I will now let my feet do the talking: there’s still a lot of kicking ahead for you and me tonight!'

The Boss did not have the time to let those fateful words sink in because, as soon as she said that, the woman moved at lighting speed, outsmarting him once again. She let go of one of the man’s wrists, she removed her foot from his throat and stepped aside. Always keeping one of his arms outstretched, she delivered a flurry of snap kicks to his face, chest, belly and groin. Her foot was pummeling the middle aged man’s upper body so fast that the Boss could only see a cloud of black nylon hitting him like a machine gun. After having delivered a few hundred kicks from the left, she grabbed the Boss’s right arm and delivered the same treatment from the other side. Blood was flying from the Boss’s body, as his face and clothes had now turned to red. When she had finished her machine gun kick attack the Boss fell to his knees. Still keeping her firm grip on her opponent's wrist, the girl delivered another barrage of kicks, with the Boss now on his knees. The she switched to the other side and repeated the same operation, keeping his arm outstretched and kicking him across his face, chest, belly and groin. ‘I told you that there was more to come’ she said ironically, making a reference to the previous barrage of snap kicks from the side which the Boss had suffered at the beginning of their one-sided confrontation. But she was not done with this specific phase of her dismantling of the Boss: always keeping hold on one of his wrists, she placed one foot on the side of his face, pulling his arm with her hands as if she wanted to break his wrist or dislocate his shoulder. When she was satisfied with the pain she delivered to his right shoulder and to that side of the Boss’s face, she moved to the other side and repeated the same operation. The Boss was now completely at his executioner’s mercy: after this punishing series he had no more fight in him. The skill, the speed and the power of his female opponent had sent him into a trance: he was just a dummy ready to be hit by the young avengers pantyhosed feet. Since the beginning of the fight he did not manage to land a single blow on her opponent. On a different note, the Martial Arts avenger had already delivered more than 1,000 kicks on her male target: and the night was still very young…To round up her incredible barrage of kicks she stepped in front of the Boss. He was still sitting on his ass, in a haze of agony, moaning for the incredible pain: his head was reclined on his chest and his legs were open. She looked down on him, smirking sarcastically…and then kicked him between his legs with all her might. The Boss’s head rose up as he had been struck by lightning: like a dying dog, he howled in pain when the sharp pain rose from his groin to his nervous system’s receptors. Relentless and merciless, the young martial arts avenger followed that first kick with a long series of groin hits: when she had finished with her right foot, she used her left one to smash the rapist’s genitalia. Sometimes, she let her foot rest inside his groin after the kicks: in this way she could further torture the Boss’s balls and dick by twisting her ankle – like she was putting out a cigarette - or by stomping on them with her heel. When she kept her foot between his legs the man tried to grab her calves or ankles to remove her lethal feet from between his legs: predictably just like it happened previously with the foot in mouth situation, all his attempts failed. His delusional efforts only made his female executioner laugh: the superiority of this woman was endless…The martial arts avenger continued with her pummeling foot attack on the man’s groin for more than five minutes: then she delivered one final kick to the sex offender’s nut sack. The sharp kick made the man’s spring up again: now his face was conveniently exposed. That’s when the young female martial casually put her pantyhosed sole on her male opponent’s massive face and pushed him down on the floor. The Boss was now lying on his back, in terrible agony. However, his female torturer had no intention to let him rest.
She laid down by his right side so that the tips of her feet were within reach of the man’s neck and head. She slid one foot under his neck and made it come out on the left side of his head. She placed her foot perpendicular to the floor, along the man’s left cheekbone, so that his head was firmly in place: then she put the sole of her other foot on his right cheek. She grabbed one of his arms by the wrists and started pulling it towards her: at the same time she began pushing with her foot against the Boss’ cheek with all the strength. Caught in this deadly feetlock to the head, the man screamed in pain, while his neck was being stretched almost to the point of breaking. At the same time his shoulder was being agonizingly pulled out. To add some further humiliation to the proceedings, the female avenger sometimes used her right foot to kick and push against his exposed ribs. She also smothered his nose and his lips, scratching his face with the nylon covered sole of her foot to make sure the man’s wounds would remain open and bleeding. At times, she just bent her leg and unleashed kicks to the side of his face, thus worsening the many fractures which she already caused to his facial bones. She also viciously axe kicked his exposed groin, belly chest, neck and face: her heel mercilessly came down on the suffering Boss as a nylon covered hammer. When the ruthless young woman was satisfied with the damage she had inflicted to the right side of the man’s body and head, she moved to the other side: she repeated the same destructive procedure, this time sliding her right foot under his neck and locking his face in position while she pulled his left arm towards her. She used her left foot to do the pushing, pummeling and smothering, once again causing devastating damage to his victim. Indeed, at this point the big man could not be considered an opponent anymore for the girl: he was just a victim of whatever torture his female executioner wanted to inflict him with her lethal feet…and she still had a lot of ideas for the Boss. When she had finished with his left side too, the young lady stood up only to sit down between the Bosses spread legs. She grabbed his ankles for support, brought both her legs up to her chest and then unleashed a tremendous double kick with both feet to his groin. She buried her feet in his crotch as deep as she could. As she expected, the electric shock effect to the man’s pain receptors worked its charm again: in a conditioned reflex, the Boss’s reacted to the sharp pain by rising up to a sitting position. That’s when she removed her feet from his groin and double kicked him in the face so that he fell back down on his back. She repeated the same lethal footwork for more than ten times: both feet in his groin, the Boss sits up in shock, she double kicks him in the face knocking him out. By the eleventh time, when the Boss’s body rose up she did not kick him in the face: instead, she suddenly grabbed his arms and pulled them towards her once again. The young lady now concentrated on the Boss’s genitalia: she began pummeling the big man’s groin with her feet: she alternated between her right and left foot, almost as if she was stepping on the spot but from a sitting position. To hit her enemy’s dick and balls, she alternated between kicks with her pointed toes and kicks with her heels/soles, in order to deliver different qualities of pain to her hated enemy. Each time she kicked with her pointed toes, the middle aged gangster felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing his genitals with a sharp knife. When she used her heels, the criminal experienced a pain similar to being hit by a sledgehammer. A huge bloodstain started to appear on the man’s crotch. Very soon, the young lady’s pretty but strong martial arts toes had pierced through the Boss’s soft gym trousers: her feet were now in contact with his bare balls and dick. For a minute, the martial arts avenger almost felt sick at the thought that her pretty feet were touching the horrible genitals which had raped her mother and sister: however, she quickly reminded herself that her body parts - and especially her feet- were the righteous instrument of her revenge, the weapon which allowed her to avenge her family and all the other victims of this filthy man. She had to overcome any feeling which could distract her from her mission: she had to be a relentless war machine in the name of justice. This thought made her put even more energy in her kicking: she was destroying those offending male genitalia with her feet, she was making this man pay for all the suffering he had caused. Since she was pulling his arms towards her, she could study his enemy’s swollen and destroyed face from a very close distance. With each kick she was making his victim’s face twist and contort from a pain, in a festival of feet-induced agony: observing that gave her an exhilarating feeling of power and triumph. It was not a dream: it was all true and she was making it happen with her martial arts skills! The physical contact with that body, the body of her enemy which she was dismantling kick after kick confirmed the realness of it all. After having dreamed of this moment for so long, after all her training and all the sacrifices, after all the evil men she killed to get to this point, she was now about to accomplish her revenge in full: she was humiliating, torturing and killing the responsible for the death of her family. The filthy pig who had turned her life into a nightmare was about to die under her feet. These overwhelming thoughts and sensations were running through the 21 years old girl’s mind and body, making her kick her enemy even harder. She rounded up her attack with one final double kick to the Boss’s groin, using her pointed toes to pierce through his nutsack once again: once again, she cruelly twisted her ankles to multiply and extend the effect of the pain. In a state of mind altering suffering the man opened his mouth and screamed horribly. That’s when the dark-red haired martial artist removed her feet from his groin, brought both her knees up to her chest and delivered an earth shattering double kick to the man’s already broken face. At the same time, she released her death grip on his hands. As a result, the big man fell on his back while a cloud of his own blood was sprayed across the room. For a few dramatic seconds, the young woman kept her feet up in the air, where the face of the Boss used to be, then she let them fall down on the Boss’s huge body. She laid down on her back too, to relax a little as her feet were still resting on the Boss’s upper body. She knew that with her last kick she had made him unconscious for a while: all the moves and techniques for the final confrontation with the Boss – and their effect - had been meticulously trained and previously experimented in other fights. Several men had to die to let her rehearse for this moment. She stared at the blood stained ceiling, as the feeling of having successfully accomplished the first part of her Boss-destroying plan successfully was slowly sinking into her whole being. Then, the young female avenger exhaled and came back to her usual unshakable determination: ‘C'mon!' she whispered to herself 'This woman’s work is far from over’.

A Grave Mistake

She put her head up to see the Boss lay down is a semi-comatose state: however, she needed to make sure he was unable to react. Still laying on her back, she landed another double kick to his bleeding groin. This time he did not even sit up from the pain: instead, he only let out a pained moan. Satisfied, she stood up again. The stunning female warrior looked down on the big man lying at her feet with deep satisfaction. She carefully checked each part of his body with her feet to inspect the damage she had caused him. She lightly nudged his torso, his face, and groin. She also checked his heartbeat with the sole of her foot, to make sure that he was not dead yet. She was relieved when she felt his big heart still beating under the ball of her pretty foot: she still had a lot of torment in store for this man, he was not allowed to die yet! At every touch of her foot, the former sex offender was letting out moans and whines but he seemed unable to move, let alone fight. The young woman smiled: she had done a great job and she was pleased with herself. Everything was going according to her plans. She got the Boss where she wanted him: harmless at her feet, in agony from all her kicking. The young woman had kicked out whatever fight this ruthless assassin ever had in him: she could do whatever she wanted with him now, he was just a barely living piece of meat at her mercy. This unstoppable agent of female martial arts justice was now ready to move to the second stage of her program. First, she turned the big man’s body around with her foot, so that he was laying on his belly. Thanks to her merciless interrogations of his henchmen, the young lady knew that the Boss kept cords and straps in a closet of his secret room for his sex games: she wanted to use those ropes to tie the Boss’s hands and feet. After that, she would have made the Boss’s body slide down into a secret passage which led directly into the back of a van, always ready to take the Boss away in case his secret bunker would become unsafe. Clever as she was, she was using all the Boss’s safety measure against him: whenever a man think he’s smart, there’s always a woman there to outsmart him, she thought. It was so easy for her, a girl trained in the martial arts, to completely destroy and humiliate a giant criminal organisation made of hundreds of dangerous men. Acknowledging this made her feel incredibly empowered and satisfied as a young woman: she did not have the time to bask in her glory though. She had to proceed with her plan! Looking for the ropes, the female martial arts expert turned her back to the semi-unconscious Boss. She had barely taken one step when, to her surprise, she felt something grab her ankle and pull her foot back. The totally unexpected grab made her lose balance and she fell down. As she was falling, she looked down at her leg and behind her back: she was utterly shocked to see the man’s big arm outstretched and his hand holding her ankle. It was just a momentary sight because one fraction of a second later her head hit the marble edge of a low coffee table. Her fall and the impact of her head with the table was so hard, sudden and unexpected that she felt her senses abandoning her. She was passing out and her enemy had suddenly awakened! She cursed herself and her emotions: she knew she shouldn’t have underestimated this evil criminal even when he was knocked out on the floor! The dark red-haired beauty could not believe that, after having been perfect and cold headed in all her previous confrontations with the gangsters, she had committed such a stupid mistake during her long awaited fight with the big Boss! There was a reason why he had become the leader of all the men she had slaughtered so far! It was the first time since the beginning of her journey to revenge that she found herself in such a difficult situation, but now she had to stop blaming herself and react fast- she said to herself - if she wanted to get out of that dangerous rut. She found herself on the floor, in a pre-passing out haze. However, the young martial artist looked behind her shoulder: she could see the Boss crawling over her legs to climb over her body! He had a malevolent grimace on his bloodied and swollen face. He was smiling through broken teeth and he had a killer’s look in his eyes. She couldn’t let him climb over her body: it would have meant the end for her life and most importantly, for her revenge. With all her remaining energies, the young martial artist managed to slide one of her legs from under the man’s massive body. Seeing that the girl had managed to free one of her lethal feet from under him, the man changed is expression from malevolence to pure terror: by now, he knew way too well what to expect from those deadly feet. The Boss was right in being afraid: the young girl bent her knee as much as she could and then unleashed a mighty mule kick to the man’s big face. The evil criminal could only see the girl’s nylon covered sole coming fast towards his face: he immediately passed out from the kick’s tremendous impact. As soon as she delivered her mule kick, the young girl passed out too, with her deadly foot still resting on his knocked out opponent’s face. The lower part of her other leg was still trapped under her enemy’s huge body. Absolute silence filled the room, replacing the fierce female ‘Kiais’ of the martial arts avenger and the feeble male moans and whines of pain of her mortal foe which had been resounding until a few moments before.
At the end of the first part of their epic confrontation, the bodies of the two unconscious opponents both laid on the floor, in dangerous contact with one another… (to be continued)
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