And Stay Down!
by Jack
Laura wipes the alley floor with three bullies who have it coming 


With two quick kicks, her sandals were lying on the ground, and Laura's bare
feet were back on the cold hard ground. There wasn't even any choice in the
matter. Wearing shoes, even sandals, was obnoxious enough for Laura under
normal circumstances, but when she saw something like this ... let's just say
an angry Laura couldn't be troubled to have her feet anything other than
totally free. Her tough soles padded their way toward the three guys who were
kicking the dog between them.

"Well, well, well," Laura said grimly, "if that's the way you losers want to
treat a dog, then that's the way this bitch is going to treat you."

Karl, Jake, and Larry looked up from their bullying of this mangy mutt to see
the smoking hot 5'6" blonde in tank top, jeans, and bare feet padding their
way. She had a mouth on her, but undeniably, this was the single finest woman
any one of them had ever seen. Laura smiled a bit to herself as she saw the
thoughts going through their heads. She was used to it. She was proud of her
looks. She was also proud of the fact that she always stood up for what was
right, always went barefoot when possible, and always left bullies like these
lying on the ground in more pain than they could possibly imagine. This was
going to be no exception.

"You talking to us, bitch?" sneered Karl.

"Not for long," was Laura's response. "Actually, I was thinking I'd just beat
you up so badly, you'd never even dream of doing this to a dog again."

Jake and Larry broke off so that the three punks were surrounding Laura. They
looked at her lustfully, hardly able to wait to do all sorts of things to her.
She couldn't help smiling. She knew what they were thinking, and how wrong
they were: it was she who was going to be doing things to them for the next
five minutes.

Karl flipped his knife blade open and waved it. His two friends nodded. But
then Karl's bravado started to fade. This bitch wasn't scared at all. Then she
started talking:

"Wow, a knife. That was dumb." Karl couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I
generally just beat the snot out of bullies, but someone who pulls a knife on
me? Let's just say you're going to get very, very used to hospital food ... "

"Bitch, you crazy! " Karl screamed. "You all alone in a deserted alley and you
about to get raped three ways since Sunday, and you just standing there
bullshitting!"

"You know," said Laura, "there are just three things in life I really can't
stand ... shoes, socks, and bullies. Fortunately, my feet are so tough, I can
go barefoot pretty much anywhere, and that solves the first two problems. As
for the third, I find that if I take my tough bare feet and kick those bullies
so hard, so fast, so much that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them,
that that usually takes care of the third problem, as well." Laura's toes
wriggled. This was going to taste so good.

Karl ran toward her, waving the knife in her face. It was the worst mistake he
ever made. "Fuck you, cunt, once I'm done""" the next thing he knew, his arm
was being bent in a way it didn't want to go, a jean-clad knee slammed up into
his gut, an elbow on his back drove him down. As he landed on all fours, one
of Laura's famous feet flew up and slammed into his face. Karl lay on the
ground bawling, holding a busted bloody nose and spewing teeth.

Jake and Larry's jaws dropped to the ground. They couldn't believe what they
just saw. Laura smiled inwardly. She'd be shutting those jaws with her fists
shortly. For about six weeks. Bullies who crossed her usually wound up with
their broken jaws wired shut. But that was in a moment. She felt there was
another round left in Karl.

"Aw, what's the matter?" teased Laura. "The big, tough badass can't deal with
a widdle girl?" Her bare feet padded around him, circling him as he lay on the
ground. Her cocksure grin was more than he could stand. She was obviously
loving this, and he couldn't take that.

Sure enough, Karl pulled himself together and got to standing. Jake and Larry
were watching. He had to beat this bitch. She'd just gotten lucky.

Laura tried to hold her grin inside. Anyone who would kick a dog deserved more
than just one round of ass-whooping. Still, she had two other losers to
demolish, so this would be the end of the line for Karl.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! His first two punches saw all air. This bitch danced around
him, humiliating him. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! He still couldn't come close to
hitting her. "I can't hit anything!" he cried in frustration.

"I can," grinned Laura. Two right jabs landed in his face, followed by the
left in the solar plexus. She waited. He'd get up. And he did ... but he
looked like he really didn't want to be there.

Two more punches from him. Again, nowhere near her. Two more. All air. And she
was grinning like a madwoman at him. Karl couldn't take it. He broke down
crying. "Why can't you just stay still?"

Laura looked at him with disgust and anticipation. "I hope you like looking at
women's feet," she said. "Because you're about to get two thick soles' worth
of barefooted justice."

A woman's soul is in her soles. That's what Laura always felt. Bare feet were
essential to being decent and whole. A true woman relished the joy of having
her feet free and unfettered by soul-confining shoes. A real woman stood up
for what was just and right. And a real woman was about to put this piece of
shit into more pain than he could possibly imagine.

Her right sole slammed into his jaw, breaking it, and knocking out his
remaining front teeth. That sole returned to the ground so that the ball of
her left foot could crash into his ribs. The ball of the right foot then did
the same to the other side. That was a lot of broken ribs. WHACK! WHACK! the
right sole then shattered both of his kneecaps. Before he could fall, Laura
lifted her left knee into the air, then leapt up off her right. It hurtled
through the air and slammed into the side of Karl's head. He literally did a
cartwheel through the air before landing on the ground and crying harder than
he could possibly imagine.

Laura glanced down. Not quite done. She slammed a foot down into his crotch,
sitting Karl straight up in pain. His open mouth screaming in pain provided a
perfect target. Her toes bent back and the calloused ball of her right foot
sent Karl off to dreamland. Karl has had the same barefoot-shaped nightmare
every night since then.

"All right," grinned Laura evilly, cocking her fists, "who's next?"

Jake and Larry jumped at her at the same time. Laura just smiled. "Hyah,
hyah!" she cried out. Her right fist flew straight into the nose of Jake,
breaking it thoroughly, while her right foot shot and broke the right-side
ribs of Larry. Determining that she'd done more damage to Larry than Jake,
Laura continued in Jake's direction. His hands were cradling his nose, so his
testicles were wide open. CRUNCH went her right foot right into his groin. As
he buckled over, she bent low and left uppercutted right into his descending
face. Jake stood back up, eyes glazed and watering, not even knowing what was
going on except more pain than he could possibly imagine. Unfortunately, he
got a lot more.

Laura's fists flew fast and furious, turning Jake's face into hamburger and
backing him up into the brick wall. Once there, her fists turned to his body,
breaking the ribs on both sides and driving repeatedly into his gut. Jake felt
to all fours puking his guts out. Laura stood back, lifted her right foot
straight up in the air and dropped an axe kick on the back of his head. Jake
fell unconscious into his own puke. He woke up several hours later in the
emergency room.

Larry had never felt more fear in his entire life. This barefooted bitch had
just demolished two guys who were a lot tougher than he was, so he did the
first sensible thing any one of these guys had done in this fight (if you
could call this one-sided ass-whooping a fight!): he turned and ran. It wasn't
all that smart , though. Laura smirked to herself, recalling her four years
running track in high school, breaking every speed record her state had.
Barefooted, of course. Time to bring back the glory days.

Her feet moved faster than the eye could see as she tore after Larry. He was
fat and out-of-shape, making him slower than she expected. Within seconds, she
was within kicking distance, so she just slowed down, letting him realize she
was right behind her, able to take him whenever she wanted. And then she did.

Her two bare feet launched from the ground with the momentum of her
cheetah-like run propelling them forward. She leapt into the air and
flying-kicked him square in the back. Laura's feet returned to the ground
gracefully and she came to a stop within a few steps. Larry, on the other
hand, went hurtling through the air, landed in a clump, and rolled for several
feet, skinning his arms, legs and face.

Larry had always been the third of the team. He was smaller than the others,
couldn't get girls, couldn't maintain an erection, couldn't hold a job. The
only time he ever got satisfaction was teaming with Jake and Karl and bullying
whatever was weaker than them. Dogs, kids, girls. That's when Larry felt
power. That's when he felt whole. And now this bitch had ruined it.

"Get up," she said. The words sent terror through Larry's soul. He looked up
and saw this bitch just standing there. She didn't look like she was done at
all. Suddenly, rage filled Larry. This bitch had ended everything, and he just
couldn't stand it.

"Why you fucking""" He charged at her full of anger. He felt two hands touch
him, then he realized he was hurtling through the air. The ground came up
quickly, and he slammed into it. More pain.

"Get up again," came the barefooted avenger's command. Then Larry realized he
was lying next to some planks of wood with nails sticking out of them. His
pure hatred overcame his fear. He wanted this cunt dead more than anything
else. He grabbed the plank and swung it wildly. The next thing he knew, the
plank was no longer in his hands, but was in hers. She spun in, twirled it,
and then hit him in the shins, on the forearms, then once in his crotch.
(Laura made sure the nail never touched him; she was an avenger, not a
psycho.)

Laura hauled Larry's crying body to standing. "P-please!" he begged. "No more!
I'll do anything!"

"All right," came Laura's reply. "Here's what I want. You and your friends
will never bully anyone or anything ever again. do you understand?" No
response. "Do you?!" she shook hm roughly.

"Yess! Yes, please!" he begged. "Just don't beat the shit out of me anymore."

"I'm taking your driver's license, and your buddies licenses, as well. I'll be
keeping my eye on you three." Piss ran down Larry's leg. He knew his bullying
days were over. "If I see or hear you guys raise your voice to someone, I will
put beat each one of you into bloody pulps, but I'll do it in front of all
your homies. Everyone will see you get ass-whooped by a girl."

"No, please!" Larry couldn't stop crying.

"Now, you've got a cell phone in your pocket. You better call 911 and get
medical attention. Larry dug in his pocket, made the call, and told the
ambulance where to pick him up. It was so humiliating.

"Good," smiled Laura. "Well, I hope you've learned your lesson. Have a nice
day and stay out of trouble." She turned and padded away, picking up more
grime on her soles, to add to the dirt and blood that were already on them,

Larry watched her go. Why that fucking cunt. She had her back to him. He had
to kill her. He had to. Stupidity and testosterone overtook him and he
charged. Lauren smiled. It worked every time.

Larry landed on the ground unconscious, 45 seconds later. Only, you couldn't
really tell it was Larry with the two black eyes swollen shut, the broken
nose, and the missing teeth. His broken jaw was finally unwired six weeks
later.

Six years later, Larry's son was beating up some kids on the playground. Larry
smiled as he saw it. A chip off the old block. Then he saw a blond girl in a
sundress come up to his son, who laughed. Terror filled Larry when he saw the
girl was barefoot. Terror then filled his son as he got the shit kicked out of
him by a six-year-old girl.

Then Larry felt a tap on his shoulder. Larry turned around and saw the most
beautiful woman in the world again. Barefooted.

"You should have raised your son better," said Laura.

WHAP! OOF! CRACK! UGH!

ZZZZZZ!

Let's hope Larry learned his lesson this time.