Don't mess with Monika.

Part one..Freedom at last.


Monika got married when she was twenty-six, at the time it seemed to be the
right thing to do. Both she and her husband had good careers and enjoyed a
good life-style. When she was in her early thirties, Keith, her husband
decided it was time to start a family, which they tried to do. But they found
out that Monika was unable to give birth for some obscure medical reason, this
was when things changed for the worse.

Keith started to drink and socialise more with his friends, alcohol made him
surly and prone to radical mood swings. On several occasions Monika was the
victim and was physically abused. It happened more often and soon she was
repeating the same excuses to her friends and colleagues. The black eyes and
cut lips were just the physically visible signs.

One day Monika decided that enough was enough, she enrolled at a Hapkido
course in a town about five miles from home, Keith thought she was attending
aerobics lessons. The beatings continued, but Monika did not retaliate, she
would wait until she knew she was ready. She was a quick learner and despite
being in her mid-thirties she adapted to the martial arts as if she were born
to it.

Then one night Keith came home around 2 am, he was steaming drunk and tried to
drag Monika out of bed to make him something to eat. Monika told him to go to
hell and he went to pull her out of bed. He did not see the swinging right leg
and her foot connected with his left ear, sending him staggering across the
bedroom. His temper was now out of control, of course she had just got lucky,
he would show the bitch who was boss. As he approached the bed, this time two
feet hit him from different directions, one on each cheek, then both of her
heels shot out into his ribs. He slumped against the wall, incoherent and
moaning in pain. Monika rang the police, then calmly packed his bags and left
them in the garden.

Monika then succeeded in banning her husband from coming to the house. Of
course his ego would not let him admit to anyone that his wife had beaten him
up in a matter of seconds. To Monika it was a great release, she was an
attractive woman and her new skills gave her an air of confidence. She decided
to change her outlook on life and to be more outgoing. Things were going to be
different from now on!

Monika. Part 2.

Breakin' in and broken up.

Monika was pretty tired, she had been to the dojo and trained really hard,
long after the young kids had gone she kept practising and doing her
exhaustive routines. She had gone to bed with a nice cold drink and settled
down for a good night's sleep.

She thought she felt a draught, she was sure that all the doors and windows
were locked, but there was a coolness that could not be explained. Then she
thought she heard a slight bumping noise on the stairs, another strange and
unexplained event. Her naked body moved swiftly and silently out of bed, she
grabbed her silk gi pyjama top and tied the belt loosely around her waist.

In the darkness she spotted an intruder peering into one of the other rooms,
someone had made a big mistake. He moved quickly into the room and Monika
stealthily crept after him, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet. The
intruder seemed to lose interest in this particular room and turned to leave,
his way was blocked by Monika, who shoved him back inside the room and turned
on the light. The young intruder was in his late teens, scrawny and
shifty-eyed, he tried to push past her but she kneed him in the balls and
shoved him over with her sexy right foot.

"Listen here honey, you just lay there and I'll call the police, don't move
and you won't get hurt". "Up yours lady, I'm not taking orders from no old
slapper". He made to barge past, but Monika hit him in the solar plexus with
her stiff fingers, she turned and kicked him in a slapping sort of way, the
sound of her sole across his cheek seemed loud. "You made a pretty big mistake
coming in here boy, this is my little workout room". Monika pointed to the
punch-bag in the corner, and the pictures on the wall of the human anatomy,
showing all the weak spots. The floor was covered in a thick padded blue mat.

The kid jumped up, muttering expletives and threw a couple of wild punches,
Monika blocked them and slapped his face hard twice, she then backed him
across the room with a few quick roundhouse kicks, not hurting him but just
enough to push him round the room. He spotted a long bamboo stick and grabbed
it, an evil leer spread across his face. "Show me your tits and I won't hurt
you" he said as he threatened her with the weapon. Monika obliged, the kid
gawked at her lovely boobs and she smashed the stick in half with one
lightening kick. He lunged at her with the sharpened remnants of the stick,
Monika evaded him and caught him flush on the jaw with a perfect back kick.

He was out cold on the floor, Monika rolled him over with her foot onto his
back and used her mobile phone to call the police. When she went back in the
room he was still unconscious, she noticed with amusement that his erection
was showing through his jogging pants. At least he seemed to enjoy his
punishment, she was still a hot looking woman!

Monika, part 3. An admirer gets lucky!


Two nights a week, Monika taught Tae Kwan Do classes at the local leisure
centre, mainly kids and retired people. The leisure centre was a large
complex, with a swimming pool, saunas, soccer courts and sports hall. There
were viewing balconies around the first floor, enabling spectators to view
the various sports.

One evening as she taught her class, she spotted a tall dark-haired guy on
the balcony, he seemed to be fascinated with her constant chatter and
occasional loud screams as she put her pupils through their paces. She kept
glancing up and he was quietly watching her go about her business. She was
determined to speak to him, even if it was only to satisfy her curiosity,
she even thought she might fancy him, after all, she was a single woman.

Monika waved up at him to catch his attention, he seemed startled and
pointed at himself, as if to say "who? Me"! The class was ready to finish
and she nodded, hoping that he would not be scared and take off. As the
class dispersed she made her way up the stairs to the viewing area, he was
still rooted to the spot, looking quite nervous, which amused her. "Hi, I'm
Monika, I noticed you looking at me during my class, where you hoping to
join"?

He visibly recovered his cool when he realised that she was not mad at him,
he had not realised that he had been staring at her so obviously. " No,
I've been playing five-a-side soccer with some friends and I came up here
for a cold drink, I saw your class and decided to watch" Monika introduced
herself, he did likewise, his name was Nick and he lived a few miles away.
"I am terribly sorry if I stared at you, but I was quite impressed with
your performance". "That's OK, you can buy me a coffee" said Monika,
blissfully unaware that she was still wearing her gi and was barefoot.
"Don't you want to get changed first"? Said Nick as she realised her
appearance was somewhat strange up in the cafeteria. She promised to return
immediately and strode off to get changed, Nick bought her a coffee and sat
down, he was mighty impressed with this gorgeous woman, little did she
know, he had one or two secrets.

Monika returned quickly, dressed in jeans and T-shirt, wearing a pair of
blue flip-flops, she accepted the coffee and began to chat away to Nick,
she quickly found out that he was not married, not gay and not a geek,
three things that improved her chances. But one of his secrets was becoming
fairly obvious, he could not take his eyes off her feet, as she wiggled her
toes in and out of her flip-flops. She smiled at the thought and teased him
even more, sometimes brushing her toes against his leg. He blushed every
time she did this and made an excuse to leave, he knew he had been rumbled.

"Listen Nick, I guess, you have a foot fetish, but that's fine by me, I
love to have someone play with my feet, especially someone as cute as you".
Nick's face turned bright red, it looked as though he might get up and run
off. "I'm really sorry, is it so obvious? But you do have the most perfect
feet, it's incredible to think that they could probably kill someone quite
easily". "I guess so, but if you play your cards right, you might get to
see the more gentle side of me". It was then that his second secret came
gushing out. "Oh, you can use them on me any time you like, I have always
had a thing about dangerous women, ever since I was a kid and watched the
Avengers on TV"

He then thought that he had gone too far and made as if to leave, but
Monika gently pushed him back down to his seat with her bare foot. As he
sat down she left her foot on his thigh, there was a definite disturbance
in the front of his jeans". " Come home with me baby and I'll show you a
few things that I like, what more could I ask for, a tall, handsome guy,
who loves my feet and has a fetish for femme fatales?" She took him by the
hand and led him out to the car park, she told him to follow her home. It
was going to be an interesting evening!