The Barefoot Woman 2
By Jack
A criminal bodyguard gets the beating of his life from a barefooted woman.

In Part 1, Hollis Johansen, one of the finest fighters, most beautiful
women, and greatest heroes you will ever meet, told about how she ran a
women's self-defense business called The Barefoot Woman, designed to
empower women and doom deserving badguys to merciless and humiliating ass-
whoopings from gorgeous, empowered and thoroughly barefooted women.  While
four of her students broke teeth, noses, and bones of the other four
bodyguards, Hollis got her taste of justice by delivering the following
thrashing to the last bodyguard.

This was the statement they got from the bodyguard.  I will always keep a
copy, I am just so proud of it:
"I was waiting in the forest while they did the deal.  It was bored, and I
was craving some action.  I always loved it when some cop or hiker or
something would poke his nose in where it didn't belong.  Then I'd beat him
into pieces.  I love causing permanent damage ...  (at this point, I was
allowed to walk into the room.  The man peed himself and burst into
uncontrollable crying.  It rocks when the cops let me sit in on these
things.  Once he was ready to testify again, he started talking.  The fear
in his voice was almost uncontrollable.  It was great!) "Well, then the
single finest woman I'd ever seen walked out of nowhere.  It was weird,
because she was barefoot, I don't know how she could walk over that ground
(because I've been barefooting since I was 2, buddy) and she wasn't
intimidated by me at all.   She said she was here to beat 5 drug dealers
and their five bodyguards into the worst pain of their lives, and that she
would be starting with me.  I told her that she better not make any noise
while I raped her, or this would be the last five minutes of her life.  She
said:  "A rapist and a drug dealer's bodyguard.  Well, this will be a
pleasure."  Then she kicked me.  Right in the mouth!  I'm 6'5" and she's
about half a foot shorter than me.  But that foot (he started crying again,
then he came back to us) it kicked me right in the mouth!  And then it did
it again!  I had a busted lip, and I spat out my first tooth!  I hadn't
been touched in a fight in fifteen years!  'The next thing I'm going to do
is slap you around!', she giggled.  And then she took her hands and just
started slapping me!  I was swinging punches, kicking, but nothing I did
even came close!  Then she cried:  "Barefoot style!" and those dirty soles
started slapping me around.  I landed on the ground, my whole body stinging
from her barefooted beating!  Then she grabbed my jacket and tied it around
my head.  My arms were tied up to my head, and I was totally blind!  (the
cops in the room looked over at me with a mix of amazement, awe, and
genuine gratitude.  I just shrugged, but I wanted to cry.  These men who
work day in, day out to keep our city safe are the real heroes.  And
frankly, I know how much they love having someone like me do this to slime
like this guy, because, rightfully so, they are not allowed to.) "Well, I
had never been so scared in my life.  I just started screaming for help,
but it didn't come.  Just the pain ... (and the sobbing became uncontrollable ... 
so five minutes later he continues) She punched and kicked every inch of my
body so hard that I just gave up and bawled my eyes out.  Once it was over ... 
 it was an eternity of pain!...  she unwrapped my head.  "Pleeeeease!" I
begged.  "I'll tell you everything they do!  I'll rat out every one of
them.  Just don't touch me any more!  I think I'll die!" She just looked at
me and said, "No one's going to rat anyone out, because I am going to beat
each one of you up so badly that you'll each be begging the cops to let you
confess instead of being put back out on the street where my holy
barefootedness would visit you weekly.  The left eye is for that cop you
killed over in East lake," and one fist slammed into my right eye.  "The
right eye is for the kid who OD's last week in Garnville." Another fist
made my right swell to blackness.  The nose is for the two co-eds you raped
last year at the community college."  I don't know how she knew everything
I'd done, but another punch turned my nose to putty!  "The last three
punches are for me," she said grimly, and there was nothing I could do!  I
pissed myself, shat myself, and cried more tears than I knew I had.  The
left knocked out the rest of my front teeth, and the right made sure the
job was done.  Then her hand pulled itself back up and the worst punch of
all drove like a sledgehammer into my balls.  And then her bare foot pulled
back and kicked me into unconsciousness.  I'll tell you everything we did,
I just don't care.  Please don't let her beat me up again!  Please!"
Sure enough, he spun enough tales to put away his partners, but like I
said, it didn't matter.  They were all lying in hospital beds of their own
right now, bawling the same as he was."

When we stepped out of the room, the doctor turned to me with a tear in his
eye.  "My son OD'd on drugs last year, and this very man came to my house
and threatened that if we told anyone, he kill my other two sons.  I was a
coward, and I didn't tell a soul.  Thank you."  The man broke down crying
right there.  It's moments like this that really are what The Barefoot
Woman is all about.
      "Thank you," I said.  "For all the good you do here.  It's just about
the good guys helping the good guys.  The way I do that is empower women
and beat the badguys silly.  You keep doing what I do, and I'll keep doing
what I do."

So, at that point, I left that totally pulverized psycho lying there in his
own blood, piss, and shit.  I still had to beat, humiliate, and totally
annhilate the five drug dealers into absolute submission.  And I'll tell
you about that next time.