Barefooted Heroine:The Freeing of the Soles 2
By Jack
Rayden gets some new recruits to kick evil's ass with bare female feet.


WHAP!  WHAP!   WHAP!  Three barefooted kicks from Rayden's perfect white feet left 
the ninja unconscious on the ground.
	"Ninja schminja" grinned Rayden as she looked around the room.  Four large 
guards, at least ten scientists, and a ninja lay unconscious around the room, all victims 
of Rayden's fists, feet, forehead, etc.  There was only one person left conscious in the 
room.  Supervirus he called himself.  Arnold Williams was his real name.  A 19-year-old 
supergenius who had nearly ruined the world's economy and set up one of his own.  Of 
course, now his plans were a shambles, the economic apocalypse was averted, and 
every single one of his followers and employees, amongst the brightest scientists and 
most lethal assassins were now lying around the room, all looking forward to many 
weeks of hospitalization and many years of incarceration.
	Rayden padded her way toward Supervirus, a cocksure smile upon her face.  Oh, 
that crooked little grin, it was always saved for the last one.  Her brains, body, brawn, 
and bare feet had destroyed many a nefarious scheme, and she always savored saving 
the super head guy for last.  Letting him see her easily demolish his goons and 
underlings in a one-sided, offhanded manner as easily as she had outwitted his 
computers and booby traps.  Now, this 6-foot, blonde-haired, black-clad Amazon was 
padding toward him soundlessly, and Supervirus knew he was about to get the worst 
beating of his life.
	"N-no, please..."  Supervirus begged.  "I'll go quietly--"
	"Hi-ee-yah!" cried Rayden, bending back her toes and shooting her right bare 
sole toward Supervirus.  The foot stopped amazingly two inches from Supervirus' face.  
With that, a flood of urine shot down Supervirus' leg and he passed out with fear.  
Rayden smiled.  That trick always got 'em.  It also usually involved her walking around 
barefoot in supervillain piss, but ah well.  

Supervirus came to, as a piss-soaked bare right foot smacked his face back and forth.  
He woke up to Rayden, standing with perfect balance on one foot as the other did its 
work of waking him up.
	"No, no!  Please"  he begged.  "I'll do anything you want, just don't beat me up!"
	Rayden shook her head.  "You're an absolute supergenius whom the government 
will find too valuable to have rotting in prison, so they're going to ship you off to one of 
their little thinktanks and basically have you solving the world's problems for the rest of 
time."  A sigh of relief came across Supervirus' face.  Even that little glint of evil.  
Rayden knew it in an instant.
	"But you see my worry is that if you don't get any kind of punishment for this little 
crime, you'll just be back to your old ways in no time at all.  On the taxpayers' dollar.  
And besides, I always beat the living shit out of the badguy."
	Pure fear came back across Supervirus's face.  Maybe he could run.  Anything 
just not--WHACK!  CRACK!  FOOT!  FOOOT!  
	"WAAAAAAAH!!!!"

Supervirus became a very helpful resource to the federal government once he got out of 
intensive care.  The phobia of beautiful women in bare feet never did go away, though.

	"One barefooted girl, 20 unconscious badguys," Rayden smiled as she padded 
out of the super lair.  She slipped on the boots that she'd left hanging on her motorcycle 
and climbed onto the seat.  "And with a little luck, I'll be in time for my play!"

It was the last night of the show, and the audience had given a standing ovation.  The 
sign over the theatre was being taken down; THE VAG-MON-L-G-S was all that 
remained ob the marquee, and the other letters were coming down quickly.  Rayden 
was a gifted stage actress and she liked the idea of independent women in bare feet, 
but even she had been surprised at how well this production of a classic pay has gone,  
She had also been impressed by the producer Laura's commitment to women's self 
defense.  And another actress in the play, Charity, was barefooted spunk incarnate.  
Beating the living snot out of villains for a living was fun, but having one's only real 
sidekick be a telepathic extraterrestrial computer got a little wearing.  Rayden was 
looking for a few friends to join her.  But how do you broach such an invite?
	"I have to get home now-" came a quiet voice.
	"Marella, you're going out with us tonight."
Marella, the damaged one.  Apparently, Laura was trying to get this timid submissive to 
ditch her sexist, abusive boyfriend.  Marella had one monologue in the play, but just 
getting this girl to speak in front of people was an achievement.  Rayden didn't really get 
it.  If a guy tried that crap with her, he'd be flat on his back in a hospital bed for a very 
long time.  Still, you had to admire Laura's efforts.
	"Marella, you put on something sexy, you take those shoes and socks off right 
now," Charity admonished, "we are three totally hot, barefooted kind of girls, and you 
are partying with us tonight!"  Ah, that innocently plucky spirit of Charity.  It was nice, 
too.  
	"Bryan likes me home immediately, he wants-"  
	"Why are you with him?"  Laura asked sharply.
	Marella was shy about it:  "He loves me."
	Laura shook her head.  "No one who loves you would abuse you physically or 
mentally, and I know he's done both."
	"MARELLA!"  cried a loud, angry male voice.  The girls all looked up.  This guy 
wasn't that big, Rayden thought, and not that good-looking.  If this was who was treating 
Marella like this, he was going to have to learn what it was like to get beaten into a 
bloody pulp and not be able to do anything about it.

	Bryan on the other hand, saw things differently.  Marella was his right.  She was 
a woman and he had to dominate her.  She wasn't doing what she was supposed to, so 
he had to teach her.  These girls she was spending time with were polluting her mind.  
They sure were hot, though.  The short, thin, earnest-loking blonde, that must be Laura, 
the leader.  She was incredible.  Apparently, she tried to teach women to stand up for 
themselves.  Bryan would have to beat and fuck that out of her tonight.  The cocky-
looking redhead...  Marella had told him about how funny Charity was.  It would be 
delightful to see her taught a lesson.  And that six-foot blonde with the absolutely killer 
figure...  Rayden.  Bryan didn't want to admit to himself that she looked like she could 
totally kick his ass.  Which made him all the angrier.  In particular, she would have to be 
destroyed.  All three of these phenomenal-looking women were outdoors, standing on 
rough pavement in bare feet.  And they all had a look in their eyes that Bryan despised 
in a woman:  self-confidence.  Marella had told him that all three of them absolutely 
loved going barefoot and were starting to get her to run around without her shoes.  
Laura had told her that a woman in bare feet was a perfect, free entity that could 
accomplish anything.  Bryan wanted his future wife barefoot and pregnant, but not free.  
He had to get her away from these women who were polluting her mind.  And destroy 
these women, so that she would not have role models.    
	Laura, the cute, earnest-looking blonde walked toward him, her bare feet so well-
trained that they treated rough pavement like a shag rug.
	
	A bully, thought Laura.  She knew the type so well from her work as a women's 
self-defense instructor.  They felt so small inside that the only way they could find self-
esteem was to push down others, particularly the woman they were with.  She had to 
proceed carefully.  She wanted this guy out of Marella's life, she'd love him facing some 
criminal charges for the way he'd treated her, and most of all, she wanted an excuse to 
beat this son-of-a-bitch into a bloodied, bawling pulp.  And given her phenomenal 
fighting skills, she could do it blindfolded with one arm tied behind her back (a stunt she 
did in high school, so the bully could realize how much weaker he was.)  But as a 
respected women's self-defense instructor, she couldn't be seen misusing her skills.  
Best to negotiate the nonviolent but firm path.  If she knew creeps like this, he'd find a 
free-spirited, intelligent, fearless woman getting his submissive to a position of safety so 
world-shattering that he'd provoke the violence.  And then a complete ass-whooping 
would be legally and morally warranted.  His buddies in the truck might be a problem, 
though...
	Charity knew a fight was brewing.  Raised with four brothers, she quickly learned 
how to fight...  and was the bane of assholes everywhere since her first fight in first 
grade boxing the snot out of two fifth grade bullies, just as her father had taught her.  
She knew Laura was a self-defense instructor, so she could probably handle Bryan, but 
Charity wanted to be sure that these two yokels wouldn't try to change the odds.  
Besides, Charity hadn't been in a good fight for over a year now, and she kind of wanted 
something to go down.

	"Come on, boys,"  laughed Bryan, "let's have some fun with these bitches!"
His two buddies, Carl and Ray hopped out of the bed of the truck.  Laura looked around.  
She was facing Bryan, Charity was staring at Carl; each of them was at lest fifty pounds 
and half a foot smaller than the guy they were facing.  Rayden, however, stood six feet 
in bare feet (which is how she always stood) and was probably a couple inches taller 
than Ray.  Just by looking, she was obviously much more athletic than the out-of-shape 
asshole in front of her.  Bryan was leering the way bullies do, Carl had a grin and an 
erection as he looked down at Charity.  Only Ray seemed to appreciate the gravity of 
his situation, realizing that this blonde barefooted Amazon could probably eat him for 
lunch.
	"All right," started Laura, "this is the situation.  Marella is leaving you.  
Immediately.  She'll be my new roommate for the time being.  I'm also going to make 
sure she gets a job, an education, nice friends, and a guy who can treat her properly.  
Tonight, we're going over to your place and taking her stuff.  We don't want any trouble, 
so we'll just take her clothes, tiny personal items...  anything that doesn't fit in my car 
easily, you can keep.  You'll have to get a new roommate to help pay the bills.  Other 
than that, you won't be seeing her again."
	Bryan burst out laughing.  "Ooooh!"  he mocked.  Like a good coward, he looked 
to his friends for support.  Carl was laughing, too, but Rayden was boring a hole through 
Ray with her stare...  he looked downright petrified.
	"Well?" asked Laura, "are you boys going to let us go about our business and 
leave Marella alone forever?  Or will us ladies have to get testy?"
	Bryan laughed.  "Bitch, you got some spunk.  We're gonna have to fuck it out of 
you."  He turned to his comrades.  "We've got three scary giiiirls in our way.  Leave 'em 
lying on the ground unable to walk because of good fucking."  He turned menacingly 
toward Marella.  "And I am going to beat you so bad, you will never even dream of doing 
this again.  I'm not just gonna stop when you're bawling your eyes out, begging me to 
stop, I'll stop when I know you won't have an ounce of fight left in you for the rest of your 
life."
	Laura smiled grimly.  "Well said.  I was going to say basically the same thing to 
you.  The only difference is that I'm telling the truth, while you will probably never 
threaten another woman for the rest of your life."
	Bryan's mouth dropped open in shock.  He turned to his buddies.  "Fuck these 
bitches up!" 
	Rayden decided to take sympathy in her sparring partner and finish him quickly.  
"OK," she shrugged, "let's have fun."  WHAP!  Her fist exploded across Carl's jaw.  His 
head snapped back, his eyes rolled, and Carl fell unconscious to the ground.  Rayden 
shook her head dejectedly as she looked down at the now-sleeping heap; that almost 
wasn't worth it.  Nonchalantly, she turned back to her friends and their opponents.
	Marella's jaw was on the floor, as were Bryan's and Ray's.  Charity had a huge, 
impressed grin on her face, but Laura had a knowing recognition; she was looking at a 
kindred spirit and she knew it.  
	"Well," shrugged Rayden, "who's next?"
	Ray turned back to Charity, who had now raised her fists up to cocked position; 
she had a cock-sure smile upon her lips.  "Well, you can turn and go right now, or you 
can stay here and get beaten senseless."  Charity wriggled her toes excitedly.  God, she 
loved a fight if the other side had it coming.
	"Fuck you, cunt, I'm gonna--!"
	"OK", shrugged Charity, and shot her right fist straight out and into Ray's nose.  
CRACK!  Blood flew and Ray's hands went to cover his injury.  A look of concern 
crossed Charity's face and she stepped forward, hands outstretched, as if wanting to 
nurse Ray's injury.  This let her inside his defenses so she could drive her knee up into 
his groin.
	Ray's mouth formed a soundless "O" as he folded in half.  Both hands flew to his 
groin, leaving his possibly broken nose open to the world.  Just how Charity wanted it.  
She brought her knee right up into his face.  CRACK!!!  Before he could fall to the 
ground, Charity grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him to standing, His 
face was totally bloodied and his eyes were glassy, but the pure fear inside them was 
unmistakable. Ray weakly raised his hands up.  
	"P-p-please," he mumbled through semi-consciousness and tears.  "D-don't beat 
me up anymore!  I c-can't t-take it!"  But Charity's snarky smirk gave him no comfort.  He 
was looking into the face of a young woman both proud of what she had done to a 
deserving asshole, amused at how easy it had been, and possessing a pair of feet 
which were allowed to be free and bare as much as possible.  Charity wriggled those 
toes one last time.
	"Say good night, hotshot!" she grinned wryly, pulled back her right fist, and let fly. 
Her fist seemed to Ray to be approaching in slow motion and there was absolutely 
nothing he could do about it.  To everyone else, that punch flew so fast and with so 
much power, you couldn't help feel sorry for its recipient. 
	Ray's body spun 180 degrees.  His eyes were totally blank, and that approaching 
fist was the last thing he remembered before waking up in the hospital with his broken 
jaw wired shut.  Ray ate out threw a straw for the next month.  He never bullied another 
person again.
	Laura had a few rules.  Only use your fists in self-defense, or when justice 
demands.  Only give the beating that is deserved, but never give less that that.  Always, 
always be grateful for the gifts of womanhood and barefootedness that God had 
bestowed upon her; and never let the villains of the world forget that a woman's bare 
feet could be very effective weapons.  Oh, and any guy who got in a fight with her would 
leave with a broken nose, that was for certain.  
	Laura turned back to face Bryan.  His jaw hung wide open.  He'd just seen two 
men get totally ass-whooped by two of the hottest babes he'd ever seen.  And now, 
Laura, the one who had poisoned his submissive little bitch against him was raising her 
fists confidently.  She was wriggling her toes in anticipation, just like the red-head had 
done.  A crooked, cocksure smile was across Laura's face, betraying a mix of 
amusement, anticipation, and distaste.  
	Bryan reached into his belt and withdrew a small handgun.  Laura backed off, 
that smirk gone from his face.  "All right, you barefooted bitches.  I'm gonna finish this 
shit right now!  I'm gonna..."
	A high-pitched whine filled the air.  The gun was shaking in Bryan's hand.  
Rayden held a tiny device in her hand which was flashing.
	Rayden said:  "Laura, the funny little device in my hand emits a magnetic pulse 
which will make it impossible for him to fire his gun."
	Bryan pulled the trigger.  Again, again, nothing happened.  Fear covered his face.  
A smile covered Laura's.  
	Laura continued:  "Marella, do you think your now ex-boyfriend deserves a 
beating?"
	Marella peeled off her confining shoes and socks and let her bare soles enjoy the 
cool pavement.  It felt wonderful, freeing, womanly.  Never again would she let her self 
be constrained.  "He's beaten me up every day of my life for the last six months."
	"Well," smiled Laura wryly, "in three months, I will have trained you so that if he 
raises a hand to you again, you will beat him senseless without breaking a sweat.  But I 
think it might do you good to see that happen right now."  Laura turned toward Bryan, 
"and I can think of no better lesson to you, sir, than for a beautiful, intelligent, eternally 
barefooted woman half your size and with ten times your worth takes you apart very, 
very slowly."
	Bryan pulled the trigger.  Again.  Again.  Nothing.
	"You have beaten my friend on a regular basis.  I tell all my girls that a man who 
beats a woman deserves the worst beating imaginable.  You have tried to threaten us 
tonight.  I tell my girls that such a person deserves a beating.  You have tried to fire a 
gun at me, and I tell everyone of my girls that a person who attacks you with a lethal 
weapon must be taught slowly surely one-sidedly, and excruciatingly painfully that that 
should never be done.  For the next few weeks, you will be lying in a bed recovering 
with more pain than you can possibly imagine.  For the next few minutes, I will blacken 
both of your eyes shut, break your nose, knock out all of your front teeth, break your 
arms, your legs, your ribs, and crush your testicles into jelly.  Here goes."
	"Yaaaaah!" Full of terror, Bryan pulled his gun back and swung it as a club.  
There was a quick flurry of Laura's hands and Bryan was hurtling through the air.  The 
gun clattered harmless toward Rayden, who snagged it with her toe and kicked it out of 
the way.  Bryan, on the other hand, thudded to the ground quite painfully and 
gracelessly.
	"Wow.  You're really tough," teased Laura.  "I don't know if I'll be able to handle 
such a weak, fat loser as you."  
	Bryan popped up, full of anger.  This bitch wasn't going to ruin his life.  
SWOOSH!  SWOOSH!  SWOOSH!  He threw punches all around Laura, but not one of 
them found their mark.  Laura shook her head.  "This is how you throw seven punches."  
The palm of her hand crashed into Bryan's nose, breaking it. The next fist buried itself in 
his solar plexus.  Bryan folded, groaning. An uppercut straightened his back up, then 
two more jabs slammed into his right eye.  He could feel it starting to swell almost 
immediately.  Another punch slammed into his mouth, breaking teeth. "And Number 
Seven!"  
	"No, no!"  begged Bryan, "Please!"  He held his hands up, terror on his face.  
"You've broken my nose.  You've knocked out my teeth!"  Sure enough, broken teeth 
were spewing as he begged.  "I'll never beat up another woman as long as I live!  I 
promise."
	"I call it uncle plus." Laura said.  "You beat them up until they beg for mercy.  But 
you can't stop there.  They must get one more round.  That will break them and make 
sure they never, ever dream of hurting another woman again."
	Slowly, deliberately, Laura lifted her leg so that her tough, calloused, dirty sole 
was staring Bryan right in the face.  "This is one of the most important forces of good in 
the entire universe.  The most important motto I teach my students is this:  Free your 
soles and your soul will follow.  A barefooted woman is strong, powerful, intelligent, 
sexual, caring human, and undefeatable.  And once she learns the power of bare feet, 
she must use them to kick evil so hard, it will never dream or rearing its head again."
	Marella was smiling from ear to ear.  Here a 5-foot-two-inch, 110-pound woman 
had beaten a 6-foot-2-inch bully into a blubbering puddle of absolute fear.  Marella also 
felt her female power growing by leaps and bounds now that she could feel the earth 
beneath her bare female soles.  In ten years, Marcela would become the State Senator, 
champion the rights of the underdog, marry a wonderful man, go barefooted as much as 
possible, and beat the living shit out of 10 rapists, 3 serial killers, 4 pedophiles, 8 
terrorists, and many many more pieces of human shit.  But what happened next brought 
about the most satisfying kick of her life.  
	"Now you will learn the power of bare female feet," said Laura.  She kicked him in 
the face with her raised right bare sole. Bryan staggered back, ran into the wall and 
staggered forward.  Laura put her right foot down on the ground and swung her left 
around to the side of his head.  Whack!
	Bryan staggered toward Charity, who brought her left foot up in a roundhouse.  
CRACK!  Bryan staggered toward Rayden who balanced on her right foot and held her 
left foot out to stop his punch drunk stagger.  A quick flick of the foot sent him careening 
toward Marella.  Fear filled Bryan's eyes.  Hate filled Marcela's.  Through his semi-
conscious haze, Bryan saw Marella's fist pull back.
	This man had beaten her so much, Marella had forgotten what self-confidence 
was like.  But no more.  Marella was about to throw the first punch of her life.  
Somehow, it felt natural.  WHACK!  Bryan landed on the ground, mercifully 
unconscious.

	WAHOO!!!!!!  The four girls ran to each other hugging and high-fiving.  "That was 
awesome!"  cheered Charity.  "Those guys didn't stand chance!"
	Marella was grinning from ear to ear.  "I am never going to let someone treat me 
like that again.  Laura, I am coming to your class every week, and I am 100% barefoot 
for the rest of my life!"  Charity hugged her warmly.
	Laura turned to Rayden.  "We have a lot to talk about."
	Rayden nodded.  "You're absolutely right.  I think I've just gotten three new 
partners in kicking the shit out of crime.  Barefoot style!"
	    
	WHACK!  CRACK!  THUD!  OOF!  OUCH!
	
Rayden and her new squad of crimefighters will be turning badguys into bloody pulps 
with bare female feet n the next installment.