Taking out the trash in Bare Feet, part 2
By Jack
Catherine and Kristi reminisce about beating up badguys


The story so far ... (part 1 in Misc. Stories, Part 24) Catherine is our two-
fisted, barefooted, beautiful-in-a-cornfed-kind-of-way heroine who runs the
aptly named Barefoot Motel. Hearing some disturbance in one of her rooms, she
found two thugs harassing a 12-year-old kid named Ricky, who claimed to have
the psychic ability to prevent the use of guns within 50 feet of him. Unable
to use their guns, the two thugs tried attacking Catherine with fists, knives,
and profanity. Unfortunately for them, our eternally barefooted ministress of
justice could beat the shit out of anybody she wanted to, and at that moment
she wanted to beat the shit out of them. Two female fists and two calloused
feet turned these thugs into blubbering, bloody messes with no effort at all.
She then sat them in their car and pushed it into a muddy bog. The two thugs
could do nothing but get dirty, bleed, and cry their eyes out while Catherine
and her new friend howled with laughter!

"What's going on here!" screamed Agent Darkhorse. "I give you two losers
possession of the most incredible miracle of nature known to man, and you wind
up beaten to shit in a $30,000 vehicle at the bottom of a fucking swamp! You
two have had years of experience and you get totally ass- whooped by some
barefooted backwater bitch?!"

"Oh ... oh ... God!" bawled Thug #1. "She was the toughest fighter I'd ever
seen. She was so tough! She could beat the shit out of every man you've got
and not break a sweat!"

"Waaah! And she's so hot, too!" cried Thug #2. "She just whooped on us silly!
The way she batted me around ... uuuuh."

Agent Darkhouse felt like he was going out of his mind. These two
psychological reprobates had been inflicting pain and torture on innocent
people for years under his employment, and now they had been reduced to
bawling whimpering wrecks by a 22-year-old girl from the boonies!

"Oh, my God!" screamed Catherine. "Yes, yes! You're amazing!"

Ricky, the twelve-year-old boy whom she had just rescued, moved his hands
sensitively over the tough, dirty soles of Catherine's eternally bare feet.

"I am getting the most phenomenal foot massage in history from a 12- year-old
kid," laughed Catherine. "This is a little creepy!"

Ricky shook his head in irritation. "It's not a foot massage. I'm simply
unleashing the natural potency you have in your centers of power. Which in
your case is your feet. It's actually pretty amazing; I've never seen physical
power centers like this. No wonder you have to keep them exposed, you'd go
crazy if you didn't. I'm just glad that they are so wholly positive."

Catherine just stared at him.

A new female voice wafted across the room. "I think he's saying that God made
you to run around barefoot and kick the crap out of bad guys."

Catherine hopped up and let her ass-kicking bare feet run her across the room.
She and her sister Kristi wrapped their arms around each other warmly. Ricky
smiled. Being a psychic, the warmth of positive feeling was soothing to him.
He also couldn't help looking in awe at this 5'11" 18- year=old girl with long
blond hair, the face of an angel, and elegantly natural feet.

"Kristi, I want you to meet my new friend, Ricky," Catherine said. "Now, I
want you to try something. This kid is amazing."

Ricky took Kristi's barefeet in his hands and massaged them. Asqueal of
excitement came out of Kristi's mouth. "Oh, my God!"

Ricky shook his head. "You're not as powerful as your sister ... " Catherine
smiled smugly at her younger sister. "but you're much better trained and much
faster. You could probably wipe the floor with her." Kristi thumbed her nose
back

"Sorry, I don't have time to take Tae Kwan Do three nights a week!" groaned
Catherine. "I'm putting you through college with the money I earn here!

Ricky suddenly looked up, concerned. "But wait, there's blood on your feet!"
Sure enough, Kristi's tough soles had a few splotches of dried red, along with
the standard patina of dirt that full-time barefoot women always have.

Kristi jerked her feet back, embarrassed. "Oh, yeah. Well, I kind of kicked
the crap out of some guys who really had it coming." Ricky's jaw dropped. "I
promise," begged Kristi, "I would never use my fists if it wasn't absolutely
for the cause of good." A little smile crossed her face. "However, there is no
better way for a bunch of bullies to get what they have coming than for a
barefooted babe to beat the shit out of them until they beg for mercy!"

Catherine sat down next to Ricki, a knowing look on her face. "OK, fine. Tell
us what happened." Catherine recognized the smile that came across Kristi's
face, along with the look of total awe and admiration that covered Ricky's as
he listened. Catherine knew that when your bare feet are used to demolish
badguys, you just want to tell the story. And when nice guys who respect women
and believe in justice hear these stories, they absolutely fall in love.

"I was just getting done with tutoring at school, when I heard some commotion
outside. I went out and Jerry and Ray, two local bullies who have several
times been creamed by my feet for bullying, picking on one of the kids I
tutor.

'Boy, I guess you two just like getting beaten up by a girl!' I said, shaking
my head. I mean, these guys will get beaten into bawling babies by me, then
two weeks later, they can't admit to themselves that a girl can cream them
with her eyes closed.

'Fuck you, Kristi! We're gonna take care of you once and for all!" I couldn't
believe my ears, then I noticed a few of my other friends comings up behind
me. Suddenly, I realized that I was surrounded by seven of my 'regulars': a
guy who I'd beaten into the hospital for dealing drugs on campus, three
football players who had raped a friend of mine over Spring Break, and two
punks who got their kicks out of acting up in class so that the teachers
couldn't teach. I loathe all of these behaviors, but NO ONE gets in the way of
education when I'm around!

"Yeah, bitch," said John, one of the football players, who still had a trace
of a black eye from the hospitalization I'd given him. "Your days are over."

Jerry just kept going: "You think you're such hot shit with your hot body, and
your bare feet. Well, we've had it! Now, it's your day to see what it's like
getting beaten up!" A tear started to form in his eye. Looks like the three
beatings I've given him over the last few years have made some psychological
scars. Well, today that may get up to four.

The other bullies cheered. Another case of morons who I've beaten senseless
before somehow thinking things would be different this time. That little
cockeyed smile I get right before creaming some loser just crept across my
face. I couldn't help noticing the fear in some of these guys eyes; they'd
seen that smile before.

"I'm just curious, Jerry," as the smile grew, "who's going first?"

"Huh?" It was a question none of them wanted to answer.

"Well, when I'm beating up just two or three of you, it's so easy, that I can
afford to be gentle. You've got to admit, none of you have ever exactly gotten
life-threatening injuries from me. But if I'm surrounded by seven guys, even
losers like you, I'm basically going to be fighting for my life."

I glanced around. It was working. Their bloodlust was turning to something
that couldn't help but increase my smile ... they were all uncontrollably
afraid of me. Could I fight all seven of them? Well, fighting is strategy, not
just brute force. And my strategy was working like gangbusters.

"Put it like this," I smiled. "The first person to come at me, I'll have time
for a kick. I'll probably aim for the jaw, breaking it, and knocking out a lot
of teeth. That's not something you're going to bounce back from. There's also
an ear blow, destroy your hearing and sense of balance permanently. Rest
assured, my feet will be demolishing the testicles of anyone whom they can get
their toes on. If you do this, I promise that at least one of you will never
be having sex again. I think I can probably get at least two of you. So, I ask
again, who's going first?" It was hysterical, seven guys surrounding one girl,
and every one of them was shaking in mortal terror.

"I'll make you a deal," I nodded, thinking of how I could make this fun.
"Obviously, Jerry is the brain behind this (scary thought). So there's no way
he's getting out of here without his worst beating yet. But, if you run really
fast, you might get away. I mean my bare feet are pretty amazing, but they
can't kick the crap out of him and chase you down at the same time!"

My smile was uncontrollable. Roy was peeing himself. I've scared the shit out
of guys after beating them up, but this was a first.

Apparently, Jerry saw it, too. "Get her, Roy," he said.

Roy was crying now. Uncontrollably.

With that, Jerry did something I loved. He grabbed Roy and shoved him toward
me. Then, he turned around and ran.

Poor Roy. But I didn't ask him to come here.

I leapt into the air, right foot outstretched. The ball of my right sole
collided with Roy's jaw. Sure enough, some teeth and blood flew as he went
spinning around. But I didn't break it, so count yourself lucky, Roy. Still, I
had to finish my threat, so I delivered two chops one with each hand to his
ears, then I drove my bare foot straight into his balls. (I went light, more
to scare them than anything. And cause him a whole world of pain, don't get me
wrong. Roy may be a laughable coward, but he's also a sadistic creep, and this
beating was not something he didn't have coming.)

Sure enough, every other guy surrounding me took off running, as if their
lives depended on it. And I let' em go. There was only one who I wanted. And
he didn't stand a chance.

I don't know if Catherine's told you, but I run track. I only run in bare
feet, and I'm one of the fastest runners in the state. Jerry didn't stand a
chance. He had a head start, but I was on his tail in no time. His out of
shape body was panting like mad, but fear can drive a person pretty hard. Not
hard enough.

I leapt into the air and placed a flying kick square in his back. He hit the
ground, rolled over, and put his hands up, begging. "Please! Please, Kristi,
I'll"""

But I picked him up and slugged him in the gut.

OOF! He doubled over in pain.

WHAP! WHAP!!

Two punches left his pace getting increasingly puffy.

SWOOSH! CRACK!!!!

A swirling kick broke across his face, breaking his nose, and knocking out a
whole lot of teeth.

This time, when I picked him up from the ground, that begging was
overwhelming.

"Oh, God, no! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you want! God!!!" He
bawled like mad.

I placed my foot on his throat and pushed him up against the fence. This
choked the talk out of him.

"You are worthless, Jerry," I said to him, hatred in my eyes. "You are a bully
and a coward who would do God knows what to anyone weaker than you if I
weren't here. If I did this to anybody else, I would be in prison for a year.
But since it's you, everybody cheers when I kick you senseless. And that's
exactly what I'm going to do, every time you give me reason."

Underneath the fear in his eyes, I could see something even stronger. Pure
hatred. In his mind, he deserved to bully people, and I was the villain. If he
was that sick, I wanted to use it to justify what I really wanted to do to
him. I dropped my foot and pushed him to the ground. Right next to a heavy
beam of wood. I pretended not to notice as I barefootedly padded away. Sure
enough, I heard him pick it up and stalk toward me.

I swung around foot outstretched. He had the beam wielded over his head. But
when my foot crashed into his jaw, it went flying. I picked him up off the
ground and drove my knee right into his groin. He fell to his knees, bawling
like mad. I grabbed him by the hair, and tilted his head up to look at mine.

"Say goodnight, hot shot!" I grinned, and kicked him off into dreamland.

By the time the story was over, two things had happened: 1) Ricky was head
over heels in love with Kristi and 2) Catherine was ready to set a few booby
traps. She assumed more people would be back to try to take Ricky, and she
wanted to give them the worst experience of their life.

To be continued