Barefootin':Justice Comes in Small Packages!
By Jack 
Juliana and Kristi use wits, fists, and bare feet to demolish a fraternity of rapists


"Hi-ya!" CRASH! Juliana's bare foot thudded into the mugger's jaw, breaking
it. As he staggered back, her fists fired like pistons into his midsection.
Moans of pain came from his mouth, along with spittle and blood.

She stood back to let him savor the sight. Before this career criminal stood a
5'3" cute-as-a-button 19-year-old brunette in a knit blouse, form-fitting blue
jeans, and Juliana's trademark bare feet. The wet pavement felt refreshing
against her tough soles. Going barefoot, looking cute, and beating the crap
out of a guy who'd been beating and stealing from innocent citizens all over
the city. It just didn't get any better than that.

And for the asshole receiving the barefooted buttkicking, it didn't get much
worse. He reveled in lawlessness, in taking from others without doing any
work. He didn't just steal to live, he stole because he liked it, he loved the
feeling of taking from others what they had worked to earn. He also loved
beating the shit out of his targets, hurting them, making them beg him to
release them. Juliana knew that. And she was gonna make him take his own
medicine.

"I'm gonna kill you, cunt," he tried to moan, but it just didn't come out
clearly. Juliana made a mental note to stay clear of his face... any more
damage done there would take her out of the good guy realm, somewhere this
barefooted badass was quite determined to stay.

"Oh, look, he's waving a knife at me!" mocked Juliana. "That just gives me all
the more moral justification to keep kicking his ass straight into the
hospital!" The mugger lunged with the knife. Juliana caught his arm, twisted
it. The knife dropped, and the mugger screamed.

"What's the matter?" asked Juliana. She rammed a knee up into his ribs.

There was a satisfying crunch and more moaning of pain. "You've left 15
different people in intensive care over the last two years... Why? Because you
enjoy torturing them. You like making people squirm and beg. Well, now it's
your turn."She released him and watched him writhe on the ground.

"Oh, what's the matter?" she teased. "You don't like beating up on
defenseless women anymore? I bet they'll enjoy making you defenseless in
prison. "

The mugger felt around in his jacket. His hand found his pistol. No woman
would do this to him. He'd never killed anybody before, but this bitch had to-

"Aaaaaargh!" he cried, as her tough sole slammed down on his wrist. His

hand involuntarily released the gun. Her toes wrapped around it, and a flick
of the ankle sent it careening far out of reach.

It was over for the mugger. His entire life had been spent breaking the law
without thought or fear of the consequences, but this barefooted bitch had
brought the whole thing crashing down. Plus, he was in more pain than he could
possibly imagine.

"Hello, police?" Juliana said sweetly into her cellphone. "Some guy just tried
to mug me." "Yeah, I'm fine, but unfortunately for him, I have black belts in
kung fu and tae kwan do, plus I dabble in kickboxing and Krav Maga. Basically,
I'm fine, but he's going to need some serious medical attention." "Sure, I'll
wait for the police and the ambulance."

The police arrived in short order and took her statement, followed by the
mugger's, who confessed to every crime he'd admitted since he was ten. The
officers laughed, assured Juliana that he'd be away for a long time, and
congratulated her on her fancy footwork.

Suddenly, a call came through on Juliana's cell. "Hello, do you know an Amy
Jones?" asked the voice.

"She attends my self-defense class at the college," answered Juliana.

"Well, you're her listed local emergency contact," said the voice. "She's just
been admitted to the hospital."

"And that's my last song of the evening," said Kristi into the microphone.

"Here's hoping that everyone out there is with someone they love, drinking a
bottle of wine, and letting their bare feet enjoy the feeling of having no
shoes or socks anywhere near them. Good night."

Kristi's bare feet sat happily propped up on the switchboard as she eased the
broadcast out. Suddenly, there was a loud breaking of glass and a click
outdoors. Kristi's leather-tough soles shot down to the ground. She stood and
went to the door to see what was going on. Before she could get there, three
frat boys were in the door, followed by a scrawny yet pudgy dork who didn't
look like he wanted to be there.

Jake, Andrew, and William were the frat boys, Kristi had seen them around.

Big, dumb, cocky, and egotistical. And very chauvinistic. Kristi didn't have
much interest in people like that. She didn't have much use either. Inside she
was smiling. She knew that she could beat the living shit out of these three
idiots without breaking a sweat. However, the key to that was staying on the
right side. She'd learned long ago, that good has a funny habit of winning.
And she'd also learned that beating the shit out of assholes who have it
coming feels great, but there was no joy at all in even accidentally hurting
someone who didn't have it coming. Maybe that's why God made fools like
this... what good would barefooted asskicking be if there weren't bullies and
misogynists who had it coming.

Kristi wriggled her toes in anticipation. A lifelong barefooter, Kristi's
thick soles could stand on black pavement and barely flinch, yet they had the
sensitivity to tell her everything about the ground on which she stood. Guys
loved them, too. Kristi wasn't in the in crowd, she was quirky, to say the
least. But men threw themselves at her... which occasionally resulted in her
having to beat up girls that thought she was trying to take their men.

Barefootedly ass-whooping bullies and thugs, though, that's what felt best.
Still, her big question was Arthur, the pudgy little runt they had with them.
He was supposedly some sort of computer whiz, but Kristi constantly ran
circles around him in the tech department. He also had a mischievous side,
trying to sick viruses on the unsuspecting... Kristi usually sorted him out in
no time and left him looking foolish. Of course, they'd never gotten into a
physical face-off, but if he was up to no good, it sure would feel good to
leave that fat dork a crying bloody mess.

"All right, Arthur, here's what you wanted!" laughed Jake.

"Yeah," giggled Andrew. "She's one fine piece of meat for a dork-ass bitch.
It'll sure be fun fucking her silly!"

"So this is the little cunt who's supposed to be able to beat up anybody?"
smiled William. "She don't look so tough now?"

"Actually," said Kristi, "it's the four of you that won't look so tough when
you've all been beaten into bloody pulps. But maybe if you explain why you're
breaking into my radio booth, you can avoid a whole lot of pain."

"Ooooooh!" chanted the bullies, blindly oblivious to the thorough and
unmitigated asswhooping that would leave them all wishing they'd never gotten
out of bed this morning.

"Guys," whispered Arthur," maybe I'd better wait outside while you guys take
care of business." Arthur tried to slip out the door, but William grabbed him
and pulled him back in.

"Hold on there, pipsqueak..." Arthur bristled at this name. "Show her what
we've been doing. I want her to see what's gonna be happening to her over the
next hour."

Arthur quivered nervously. His eyes were full of terror as he looked at
Kristi. Sure, she looked like a quirky, fun, barefoot girl, but Arthur had
seen the way Kristi could beat a guy twice her size into a bloody pulp, and he
didn't want it happening to him. Still, it would be great if these guys could
give her what she had coming.

Arthur stepped back from the computer as a video came up of four frat guys
gangraping a tiny 100-pound girl. Kristi's jaw dropped in horror.

Jake grinned at her disgust. "We're gonna add you to our video collection,
cunt," he smiled. "We're gonna fuck you up so bad, you'll never even dream of
saying boo to a male again, like a bitch should be. You've had some of our
brothers expelled for treating women the way they should be treated. You've
beaten up some of our best friends for just having fun. So, now we're gonna
beat you to a pulp, fuck you silly, and then you're gonna die. And you know
what? There's not a goddamned thing you can do about it."

Kristi smiled.

"What the fuck you smiling at, bitch?"

"This room has video surveillance. That means I just got everything you said
on record. With that computer right there, I'm sure the cops will be able to
put you guys away for a very long time. And also, everything that I'm about to
do will be self-defense."

Jake growled and charged, pulling back a fist. Kristi extended her left leg
out and slammed her tough bare sole into his nose, breaking it. Moving
forward, she drove her fist into his belly, buckling him over.

Andrew charged behind her, wanting blood. All he got was his own. Kristi

shot that same foot out directly behind herself, catching him in his chest,
knocking the wind out of him. Another kick placed her heel right in his teeth.
Andrew flew back, teeth and blood spewing from his mouth. He landed on the
ground, crying his eyes out.

Arthur had seen enough. He grabbed the door, pulled it open and ran. Kristi
watched him go ruefully. It would taste so good when she got her hands on him.

William had climbed on top of the radio broadcasting equipment. He leapt
off, screaming, hoping to tackle Kristi. Unfortunately, she stepped aside,
making him look a fool as he crashed into the floor.

Jake had managed to get to standing, even if one hand was holding his
bleeding nose. The other hand held a stun gun, which he waved wildly. "Yeah,
you're scared, now! Huh, bitch? I'm too tough for you-"

Whatever he was going to say next never came out as a barefoot crescent
kick sent that stungun flying. Kristi planted that foot on the floor and shot
her other leg straight into his gut. "Oof!" said Jake as he hurtled back into
the wall.

William was back up, murder in his eyes. He wasn't going to make the same
mistake. He swung wildly with his stungun, hoping it would zap her. Kristi
caught his swing with one arm and used the other arm to propel a punch right
into his face. His head jerked back. When it returned there were tears in his
eyes.

Kristi laughed to herself how easy it was taking these fools apart. Her knee
drove up into his groin. As he folded forward, a right uppercut slammed into
his face.

In a matter of seconds, one barefooted, 115-pound, 19-year-old girl had
turned William into a bloody bawling mess. His eyes were glazed and he was
going to be punchdrunk for a few seconds, so Kristi thought she'd make the most of
them. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! A right cross, and again, followed by a left, a right.
Her left plowed into his gut while her right popped his head back up as it
started to fall.

"Barefootin'!" cheered Kristi, and she let her prized tootsies go to town. A
side kick drove him back, she spun and let her other foot kablam across his
jaw. That foot took the floor, and the other slammed into his ribs on the left
side, then on the right.

"Stop! Please!" William bawled. The pain was unbearable. "I'll do anything you
want! Just don't kill me!"

"Killing's too good for you," growled Kristi. With her left foot planted
firmly on the floor, Kristi's right foot slapped his face back and forth until
there wasn't an ounce of fight in him. Then that foot pulled back and drove
straight into his mouth, knocking him out cold. William's eyes were swollen
shut for days, his nose was a mess, his broken jaw had to be wired shut for a
month, and he wore dentures for the rest of his life.

The door opened, and Jake ran out in terror. Kristi looked around and saw

Andrew still lying on the floor, crying. Well, Kristi thought, best to take
care of the one who's still here. She padded over to Andrew, who looked up in
horror. "Please," he begged. "I'll do anything! I'll tell you everyone
involved!"

Kristi gestured for him to go ahead. Andrew spilled the beans on every frat
member who was involved, which was every last one of them in his fraternity.

"Good," smiled Kristi. "Then it'll be easy. Every one of your boys is going to
be beaten into a bodycast by the time the night is thru. And then every last
one of you is going to prison for a long time. But first, I'm going to make
sure that you don't go anywhere while I'm taking care of them."

Kristi took 97 seconds to give Andrew what he had coming. Two eyes

swollen shut, demolished nose, busted lips, no front teeth, broken jaw and
ribs. And

jerking off would be very painful for awhile. At least he'd be unconscious for
a few hours. Although the nightmares weren't pretty.

Juliana looked down at the battered body of her friend Amy Jones. "I

promise," she whispered in Amy's ear.

Suddenly, her cell phone went off. She knew from the ring it was Kristi.

"Kristi," whispered Juliana urgently, "our bare feet have some ass-kicking to
do."

"You're not kidding."

"I'm here at the hospital with Amy Jones. Somebody's..." Juliana teared up.
"She hasn't told me yet who did this, but when she does..."

"She doesn't need to." Kristi responded. "It was part of Lambda Alpha's

Beaver Hunt."

"What?" Juliana didn't know what Kristi was talking about, but it seemed like
it was just going to make her want to beat the shit out of someone even more.

"Lambda Alpha gets recordings of women having sex with their members

once they have something to blackmail them with. Girls who show any sign of

speaking out are gang raped."

Juliana was incredulous. "How do you know this?"

"They just tried this on me." The wry smile in Kristi's voice was obvious.

Juliana felt the first trace of a smile dawn on her as she imagined these

monsters getting a taste of well-deserved justice via Kristi's bone-breaking
bare feet.

Then Juliana noticed. Kristi was breathing heavily. And the sound of rapid
bare footfalls on grass. "Kristi?" she asked. "Are you running?"

Suddenly, a male voice came thru, somewhat distant. Breathing heavy, as

well. And absolutely terrified: "No, please, it wasn't my idea-"

"HI-YAH!" came through the phone, followed by a thud, a wail of pain, and the
sound of a big tough bully slamming into the ground.

Kristi wriggled her toes as they savored the taste of dirt, and grass. A
girl's feet should have dirt on their soles, as sign of a life spent in
eternal barefootedness. Her soles were thick and strong, and had been free of
shoes and kicking the shit out of bullies ever since kindergarten. As an
orphan, she'd learned to fend for herself. And her friends. Justice is a
beautiful thing, she'd always said. A happily barefooted girl is too. Why
shouldn't they go together?

"Help, God!" Jake begged as Kristi twisted his leg even harder. It was surreal
sight to see a 5'0" girl holding a 5'8" guy on the ground with his leg twisted
at an odd angle and her right sole pushing on his larynx. A little more push
and Jake's pleas choked off.

"Kristi!" Two scrawny geeky types, Malcolm and Henry, emerged from the

trees.

"Guys!" Kristi waved them over.

"Michael's packing up," said Malcolm. "He looks like the Terminator's after
him or something!"

Kristi smiled grimly. "That's not far off." Kristi pressed speakerphone, then
aimed the phone's camera down at Jake. "I've got Jake, the fraternity
treasurer here. Does Amy recognize him?'

Fear filled Amy's eyes. Then when she saw the image on Juliana's cell phone,
she started laughing hysterically. "Kill him!" she cried. "They tied me down,
and then that motherfucker beat me and raped for 45 minutes!"

"Well, then," Kristi smiled, "here comes justice straight from the sole."

Kristi released Jake's leg and throat and stepped back into a loose fighting
stance. Jake looked at her in absolute terror. "I've got money, I can pay
you-"

WHAP! Kristi's fist slammed into Jake's eye. It started to bkacken

immediately.

Jake backed off, absolute fear radiating from him like a stench. "My dad's a
senator. You can have anything you want-"

Kristi did a crosstep forward, and high-kicked her right heel into his nose.
And with careful aim, so that Jake fell back against a tree, She didn't want
him on the ground yet. She hopped forward on her right foot while her left
rechambered. SLAM! Her foot drove into his gut, buckling him over. Since she
was moving forward already, she went down and up, Her uppercut drove Jake back
to standing, his eyes glazed, and he now sported a bloody lip.

Juliana's heart surged as she looked at Amy watching the demolition of her

rapist by Kristi. Juliana knew well that few things took assuage the trauma of
rape like seeing a woman in bare feet give the rapist some lifetime trauma of
his own. In that moment, Juliana knew that Amy would be OK. Jake, on the other
hand...

CRACK! Kristi's right bare sole slammed its patina of dirt and grass into his
mouth, breaking the jaw and knocking out several teeth. Knowing he was almost
done, Kristi wanted to quickly give him what every rapist deserved. She came
in close and kneed him in the balls with every ounce of force she could
muster. As he fell to the ground, Kristi grabbed him by the hair and held his
face staring into her eyes. He was crying uncontrollably.

Most of the time, Kristi was a pretty jolly girl. But when it came time to
dish out barefooted justice, she was merciless.

"Why?" she asked. Her eyes were steel.

"P-please don't kill me!" Jake begged.

"I don't have to," she responded. "I can get justice by sending you to prison
and beating you into a bloody pulp." She looked into his pleading eyes and
asked again. "Why?"

"Because it was fun, OK! Because men are better than women. They're

bigger and stronger, and fucking their asses is just what they deserve!"

Kristi just stared at him.

"Thank you," she said. Her right foot came flying forward at incredible speed,
but to Jake it was slow motion. His life was over. His family disowned him,
the news of the fraternity's evil ways and girl-powered demise spread all over
the internet, his body took months to heal, and nightmares of Kristi stayed
with him for years.

Amy cheered so loudly, the nurse came to medicate her. When Juliana
showed the nurse the footage, she cheered just as loud.

Juliana got back on the phone. "What now?"

Kristi was grim but determined. "Malcolm has gone over the footage on the
computer. Every single member of Lambda is on there raping a girl. All 39 of
them. Plus, we've gotta get Michael Weems."

"That fat kid whose viruses you're always defusing?"

"Yup."

Juliana nodded. "Let's meet at his place and take care of him. Then 39 frat
boys are going to learn the power of bare female feet."

Kristi smiled. "Barefootin'!"

Stay tuned. Our two fetching heroines will be back to combat evil with their
tough calloused soles. Evil doesn't stand a chance.