WHAT THEY DESERVE
BY JACK
Beautiful, barefooted Amber beats up rapists


I love stories about barefooted women who beat up badguys. Women who know the
difference between right and wrong. Women who care for others. My heroines
will never kill, but when faced with evil, they will gladly beat it into a
bloody pulp.

Amber padded into the audition room, a slight smile playing on her lips. Rug's
been recently vacuumed, she thought. I always love that.

Amber was 24, 5'5", 110 lbs., and always barefoot. She couldn't understand why
people would wear shoes. Life was just so much more fun without them.

The audition went well, everyone loved her. Which was common. Amber was cute,
sexy, talented, humble, loving. When asked how she always had such a great
attitude, Amber always said, I have a great family, I believe in God, I have a
terrific boyfriend, and I'm not wearing any shoes or socks. How could life get
better?

As Amber padded across the pavement to her car, a scream caught her attention.
Two seconds ago, Amber had been letting the warm sensation of the black
asphalt on her tough soles take her away to another place, along with the
post-audition high you get from knocking it out of the park on a piece you'd
really like to do. It was about a college girl who exposes some abuses at a
local fraternity. Amber loved the character because she enjoyed playing role
models for girls, to show you should stand up for what's right and not just
swim with the stream. The filmmakers were thrilled when they found out about
Amber's martial arts experience. They were already talking about how much fun
it would be to put in some scenes where Amber's bare feet could give some of
the badguys the beating they deserved. Amber was thrilled. She loved it when
her martial arts were worked in the script. She loved seeing heroines who
could not only take care of themselves, but were actually able to wipe the
floor with the badguys. Amber would never use her skills out of malice, but
there had been a few times in her life where some macho jerk had pushed things
a little too far and wound up lying on the ground, bawling and bloodied.

Finally, she was thrilled that they loved that she was just a totally barefoot
kind of girl. They thought it would show the character's free spirit. They
asked if she would mind of they incorporated that trait into the character.
She said: "I that would be great!" Her toes danced at the idea.

"Help me!"

Amber dropped her stuff and ran toward the sound. In highschool, Amber was one
of the fastest runners in the state. Three macho males who didn't like getting
shown up by a girl being more athletic than them had tried to teach her a
lesson after the meet. Amber's bare feet which had schooled them in the race,
then schooled them in the fight. Amber loved the line from SPIDER-MAN: "with
great power comes great responsibility." Amber understood how wrong she would
be if she used her fighting skills inappropriately. She also understood how
wrong she would be if she didn't use those skills when they were appropriate.
So when three macho jocks tried to rape her in a back alley after telling her
how she needed to know her place, Amber just recorded all their stupid
posturing on her phone, followed by her warning that what she was about to do
would be in self-defense. The story made national headlines, when several
girls from prior meets came out against them. And Amber even got to do some
national talk shows to promote women's self defense. And the joys of
barefootness. But best of all, one barefooted girl beat three evil men up so
badly, that they confessed everything when the police arrived out of pure
terror of Amber and her lethal soles. "Barefootin'!" grinned Amber to herself.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

The three punks turned to see a slip of a girl pad silently and shoelessly
into the alley. A grin spread across the leader's face. "Well, well, well," he
smiled. Looks like we'll get to double our pleasure.

Behind her, a gate slammed shut. Amber turned. There was a fouth one, chaining
the gate shut. He turned to her and grinned evilly. "What you gonna do now,
bitch?" His teeth were yellow and rotten.

Well, thought Amber, either this is gonna turn out badly, or four pieces of
shit are about to get the worst beatings of their lives. For now, she decided
to just keep calm and try to defuse the situation. But she was almost certain
that wouldn't happen.

The smallest one ran up to grab her. Amber decided quickly not to reveal her
skills just yet. She let herself be dragged up to the leader. She wanted them
all together and unsuspecting. The key to one girl beating up four guys was
putting them all into pain quickly. If she took one out while the others were
still in full force, they'd probably rush her and that could get messy.
Besides, she loved to let the badguys have their moment to gloat. She pressed
a button on her phone. She was recording this. She'd have record of what they
were going to do (good for those self defense claims.) Also, if you let them
gloat, it becomes so much more satisfying when you slowly and methodically,
beat each sick, evil scumbag into a mass of blood, broken bones, and bawling
cowardice.

"Well, well, well," grinned the leader, as Amber was dragged before him.
"Looks like you thought you'd play hero. But in fact, we're gonna gang rape
and kill both of you."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Caitlin knows what she did wrong." The leader nodded toward the other girl,
who hung her head as though she did know something she was ashamed of. She'd
be interesting to talk to after this was all over, although bullies usually
spilled beans pretty hurriedly once they received two black eyes, etc.

Then Amber saw the guy behind the leader pulling a knife from his belt. "you
know what?" Amber chimed in, interrupting. "I don't think pulling that knife
is such a good idea."

The thug stopped with the knife, surprised.

"You see, when I beat the shit out of bullies," Amber continued, "I always
dish out the beating they've earned. Now since four of you have ganged up to
rape two women, you can already expect to wind up in more pain than you can
possibly imagine, but if you pull a knife? I promise you, both your arms are
gonna be broken once I get my hands on you."

The leader grinned. "The bitch has spunk." He grabbed her, pulled her in close
to him. "I'm gonna fuck it out of her."

Amber turned to the girl. "Caitlin, is it? I don't know what's going on here,
but I don't think you should be hanging around these guys. So, I tell you what
I'm going to do. I'm going to beat each and every one of them up so badly,
that they will never dream of hurting another woman again. As for you, I teach
a women's self-defense class three nights a week. I love the empowerment it
gives to women. I teach not only physical fighting, which is important. Five
of my students have beaten attackers into pulps since I started teaching. I
also teach inner strength, how to love yourself, which I'm guessing you've
forgotten how to do. And finally I teach barefootedness. Women are soulful
creatures, and shoes do nothing but contain us. So, here's what I'm asking you
now. Take off your shoes and your socks, free your feet, and your
mind/heart/soul will follow. Not only that, it feels so good when you're
kicking the shit out of the badguys. And now that I've said that ... here
goes: BAREFOOTIN'!"

Amber's knee drove up with allits force into the leader's testicles. Amber
took pleasure as the face went from lurid glee to absolute pain. His scream
was cut off as his descending face rammed into Amber's rising right knee. The
leader's head flew back up, eyes rolled back. Amber shot that right bare sole
up into his jaw, breaking it. Then she pulled back both her legs (thanks to
the guy holding her for holding her up) and drove her feet right into the
leader's chest. This did two things: the leader fell back to the ground, where
he spent all his energies bawling his eyes out due to the blinding pain in his
balls, nose, jaw, and chest (or what remained of them), and it sent Amber and
her holder collapsing back against the alley wall.

That a man would handle a woman the way this guy had filled Amber with
disgust. Time to take care of him. WHACK! WHACK! She drove her left elbow,
then her right into the guy, and delighted in his moans of pain. She then
reached between her legs and grabbed the leg of the guy behind her. As she
stood up, he went crashing to the ground, bangin his head on the alley wall.
Amber turned her head, to look at the guy on the ground. He was crying
already. Amber grinned, "If you think it hurts now, wait'll you see howyou
feel in ten seconds!"

Amber drove her bare foot into her assailant's testicles. A loud audible cry.
Two quicks stomps to eithr side of the torso resulted several broken ribs. A
driving kick turned his nose into a splatted mess. A driving heel broke the
jaw. She then readjusted the leg she head in her arms, and broke it with a
devastating snap. Her assailant was now bawling his eyes out.

The other two attackers stood in absolute shock at what they had just seen.
Bitches were weak. Toys. To be beaten and discarded. Yet two of their own now
lay on the ground facing very long hospital stays. And the bitch's eyes turned
to them. Both men turned and ran.

Something else was noticed by Amber ... it was Caitlin. Her shoes and socks
were lying on the ground. Caitlin's toes looked free. And so did Caitlin. For
the first time in her life. A big grin was spread across Caitlin's face. Amber
knew it well, it was a combination of pride and bloodlust. Amber's pride hit a
paramount as Caitlin lips uttered the one word that meant barefoot female
justice was about to be unleashed on deserving male bad guys. "BAREFOOTIN'!"

Amber and Caitlin both ran forward. The two remaining losers were trying to
climb over the gate to freedom when Amber and Caitlin grabbed them and pulled
them to the ground. Amber dispatched her loser using a variety of martial
arts. Punches to the face, palm heels to the bibs, knees to the groin. And
then standing on your left leg while your right bare foot kicks him into
unbearable pain. It felt so good.

However, Amber was so good, she could beat a badguy to pieces in her sleep.
While she was doing this, Amber was watching Caitlin. Probably enjoying her
bare feet for the first time. Knowing what it was like to beat a bully to
pieces with your freed female soul and soles, you just weren't a woman if
you'd never felt that.

Caitlin grabbed one of the men who had kept her a cowering child for years.
But she was cowering no more. Watching Amber, so beautiful, so good, so
barefoot, make mince meat out of the fools with such ease showed her what she
could be. The moment she peeled off those socks, her soul and soles were free.
Never again would they be contained. Caitlin swore at that moment never to let
anyone hold her down again, whether evil men or evil shoe companies.

WHACK! WHACK! Caitlin's first two punches blackened his eyes. THUD! THUD! The
next two fists buried in his gut. RAT-A0-TAT-TAT! Some crosses made his face
go puffy. And then those feet, newly freed, kicked him into more pain than he
could imagine. "Please, please!" he begged. But Caitlin wasn't stopping until
he'd had enough.

Four evil men lay on the floor of the alley, beaten to bloody pulps. Four bare
female feet stood on the floor of the alley, knowing they would never wear
shoes again. Two of the feet were old hands at being bare and demolishing
evil. The other two were new, but they showed promise. The bare feet belonged
to two beautiful women who were grinning ear to ear as they hugged each other.
And in unison, they said the one word that defined the pure, irrevocably good,
caring, barefoot female devotion to justice ... "BAREFOOTIN'!!!!!"