A Barefooted Sole
By Jack
Jacqueline and her partners in shoelessness demolish many evil men


WHAP! Jacqueline's thick bare sole crashed into Sheriff Bowman's face.
Jacqueline smiled to herself ruefully. She'd dispensed justice before, but
never against such odds, never with such close friends. And never against such
a horrid monster as Sheriff Arnold Bowman. She took a moment to look around
and enjoy it. Her four comrades in arms (and bare feet) each stood victorious
and totally untouched over piles of hulking men, who lay on the ground,
unconscious or moaning in pain. Each one of her four friends was so beautiful
in their own unique ways both inside and out. Contrast that with the 20-or-so
men lying on the ground, each whose inner ugliness had allowed them to kill,
rape, maim, and torture; each whose outer ugliness was now amplified by black
eyes, broken noses, busted lips, broken teeth, broken arms, and swollen
testicles. The reign of terror these men had inflicted upon this town for the
last five years had been returned to them in ten minutes by five beautiful,
barefooted women who knew three things that had made them victorious ... how
to do was what was right, how to never wear shoes unless absolutely necessary,
and how to beat the living shit out of men twice their size. Jacqueline knew
the crimes that each one of these men had committed, and she would ensure that
the world knew about them ... and about how five girls with soul (and sole!)
kicked the living shit out of them. And oh how they had had the shit kicked
out of them. Every man involved in Sheriff Arnold Bowman's squad of terror was
now lying on the ground with faces turned to hamburger, limbs broken into
pretzels, ribs broken to splinters, and testicles pounded to mush. Those who
were conscious were either crying or moaning. Every one of them would require
medical attention for a very long time.

Then Jacqueline turned back to Bowman. What a monster. This redneck bully had
threatened, harassed, and intimidated anyone in this town who had stood in his
way. Murder, rape, intimidation ... nothing had been beneath him. He had
instilled hate, fear, and pain so effectively ... but Jacqueline knew how to
do that, too. To be a beautiful, barefooted woman and an absolutely perfect
fighter meant Jacqueline was exactly the person to instill hate, fear, and
pain in this son-of-a-bitch. She just wondered which impulse would trump in
this evil man's heart as he was subjected to the worst beating of his life.
Currently, it was still hate.

"RAAAH!" he yelled, swinging a wild haymaker that he hoped would take this
Chicano bitch's head off. But all it met was air. "HYAAAH!" another wild fist,
again nothing. In response, Jacqueline fired off a string of punches so fast
and so hard it was impossible to tell how many there were or many places she
hit this asshole within a span of three seconds. But a couple of them must
have hit his nose because it started gushing blood like a geyser. And some
must have hit him in the mouth, because he had to spit out some broken teeth.

"Here," Jacqueline said, taunting, "I don't think you can take a punch very
well. I'll just beat your racist ass to a pulp with slaps."

"HRAH!" Another windmill from Bowman, easily dodged by Jackie. "HRAH!"

The worst part, though? The laughing from the crowd, the cheering. Every
single townsperson had turned out and were thoroughly enjoying the Sheriff and
his men getting beaten to pulps by these barefooted babes. (Actually, to call
them babes is doing these ladies a disservice. They are probably five of the
most beautiful women on the planet. All of whom believe that woman's feet
should be bare 24/7 and that evil men should be beaten into bloody pulps until
they beg for mercy. And then they should just be beaten some more.)

And then came the slaps. Whap! Whap! The Sheriff's face was starting to turn
red. Jacqueline's hands were so fast. And hard. The Sheriff's eyes teared, but
there was nothing he could do. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP!!!

"STOP!" he yelled.

Jacqueline let her arms fall to her side. "What?" she asked, a cocksure grin
on her face. The kind of grin that meant "I'm pretty and you're not, I'm good
and you're not, I can fight and you can't, and there's not a damn thing you
can do about it." It was a grin which always drove her enemies wild.
Particularly if they were racist or sexist. And Sheriff Bowman was most
definitely both. And that grin worked. His anger and his ego took over again.
He started swinging punches. And tilting at windmills, because not one of them
came close to touching twofisted Jacqueline.

"All right," grinned Jacqueline. "Slaps are over. Now it's barefooting time."

Bare feet are essential to being a whole and complete woman. Just like beauty.
Just like brains. Just like knowing how to fight. Just like using all of those
things for justice when the time comes. And, sure, some of these things come
more naturally to some women than others. But if you believe in yourself,
these are gifts that any woman can give herself. Jacqueline loved training
with guys ... she actually loved being around guys. She admitted it, she just
thought they were more fun. But she loved teaching women. Jacqueline taught
self-defense for women, and she always made sure that every one of her girls
learned the freedom of bare feet. All of your nerves end in your feet. Keeping
them constrained constrains you. It's different for guys, they are not open,
emotional creatures. Also, guy's shoes are easy to fight in. women generally
wear heels or sandals. Try fighting in either, good luck. A woman never knows
when she'll have to defend herself, or on what surface. Jacqueline had her
girls practice barefoot on grass, concrete, pavement, you name it. And she
insisted that they go barefoot every second of the day that they possibly
could. It was funny how some people were uncomfortable at first about showing
their feet. Jacqueline could never understand that. Bare feet were fun, they
were cool, and going barefoot was simply one of life's most basic pleasures.
How could a person, especially a woman, turn her back on that? When you see a
woman who loves being barefoot enjoying the glory of having her feet freed
from shoes (which a man designed) ... a confidently barefooted woman is the
most beautiful thing in the world. But some girls had a timidity about it ...
and Jacqueline made sure that it didn't last. Anna was like that. Little
one-hundred pound Anna who had been sexually abused regularly by her father
and his friends. Anna was ashamed of every part of her body. Jacqueline
actually paid Anna $500 to take a five-minute walk with her in bare feet. It
cost Jacqueline, but it worked. In two minutes, Anna had a smile on her face
so large, Jacqueline knew Anna would never go back to wearing shoes again. Two
months later, Anna beat the living shit out of her father, and put him in a
hospital for six months. A year later, she caught him molesting another girl.
He's still in physical therapy ... in jail! And now, two years later, Anna was
one of the five beautiful women standing over a pile of
rapists/bullies/murderers whom she had personally beaten into bloody pulps.

How could a woman not want her toes to free? To let them dance when they
wanted? Two feel air rushing through them. To feel them tickled by the grass.
How could a woman not want her soles getting good and dirty. That was
Jacqueline's favorite part. When she her bare soles got black as pitch,
allowing her to leave her dirty footprints all over the bastards she was
kicking to a pulp. And that was exactly what she was going to do now.

HI-YAAA! Jacqueline chambered her left knee across her body, as her right foot
pivoted backward. Her left leg then uncoiled like a spring and that dirty,
bare sole slammed into the ribs of this evil man. CRACK!!!! Sheriff Bowman
cried out in pain. The knee pulled back in and caught him under the jaw.
Jacquline was careful to hold back power just enough so that the jaw didn't
break. This bastard was about five seconds away from begging for mercy, and
she wanted to hear it.

One thing Jacqueline had mastered was the skill of dragging out an
ass-whooping to a maximum duration. It's something her father had taught her
at age five. There were different kinds of fights. Sometimes, you just need to
smack someone into line ... in those cases, minimum force and duration are the
goals. Sometimes, you want to get away from a situation ... in those cases,
damage as much as possible very quickly and run. But when a worthless piece of
shit was engaging in evil (a bully, a rapist, a child molester, etc.), then
you wanted to drag that fight out as long as possible. You wanted that piece
of scum to take the full journey from amusement at this little girl standing
up to him, to surprise at her ability to hurt him (and his inability to lay a
hand on her), to frustration, to anger, to desperation, to humiliation, to
absolute fear. And finally, to where he just broke down crying and begging,
wanting it to end , Knowing a girl had not just kicked the crap out of him,
but had brought his reign of terror to an end.

"HYAA! HYAA!" Jacqueline's left foot was now on the ground, tasting the mix of
dust, grass, dirt, and mud. Leonardo da Vinci had once said that the human
foot was a brilliant feat of engineering, but Jacqueline disagreed. Bare feet
were proof of God's miracles. I mean, her leathery sole was so thick and
tough, yet so soft and touchable when her boyfriend got his hands on it rubbed
it for an hour (Jacqueline loved how she could get an orgasm from that.) How
her soles were so resilient that absolutely nothing could hurt them, yet her
nerves so attuned that she could feel so much through her soles. She could
tell you exactly what she was standing on. And she loved how it made her soles
all different colors ... green, brown, black, and clay red would be all over
her feet, and all over Sheriff Bowman in the form of footprints. Kind of
contrast from the way his face and body was turning all sorts of different
colors, like black and blue and purple and red. CRACK! CRACK. Two kicks busted
those knees. The sheriff cried out, fell to the ground, and cried out again.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! There was a bar overhanging, so Jacqueline had jumped up,
grabbed hold, and was simply slapping the sheriff's face back and forward with
her feet. The crowd laughed hysterically. They loved it. But it was just the
humiliation which Jacqueline needed. She could tell, she always could. A
little more fear, and he was about to pop.

Jacquliene put her feet back on the ground, grabbed him by the shirt with her
left fist and pulled him him to standing. Once he got there, she pulled back
her right fist. She wasn;t going to use, she knew she wouldn't need to. And
she was right. This 37-year-old man who had bullied and intimidated everything
in his way for his entire life finally did something he never would have
dreamed possible. He broke down crying and begged for mercy.

"No!" he pleaded. "stop! Please! I've had enough!" How was it possible? Arnold
Bowman had ruled this town with an iron fist. He protected the privileged and
harassed anyone who got in his way. His men followed him because they loved
the power and roughing up anyone who challenged the town's leadership. They'd
gotten away with raping women whose mouths got too big. And then these five
bitches had come to town, stopped off in a bar on their spring break. Bowman's
deputy was harassing some illegal immigrants and Jacqueline had stepped in.
They tried to intimidate her, too, and got what any bully gets when he messes
with her. A slow, methodical, humiliating beating, resulting in a public
begging for mercy. Followed by absolutely no mercy. Meanwhile, two of the town
bullies, used to having their way with any woman they wanted tried putting
their hands on Olivia. Again, the hospital got two new guests. That night, the
five girls went dancing. Like almost everything else, Jacqueline, Anna,
Olivia, Simone, and Nikki are phenomenal dancers and irresistibly sexy, just
line-dancing in their tough but oh-so-sexy bare feet. Here, Nikki and Simone
got attacked. Three more ass-whooped losers. Horrified at what was happeneing,
Bowman sent his ten toughest men after these babes, and you know what
happened. Well, the town quickly turned over to the side of these barefooted
and beautiful superwomen and told them all about Sheriff Bowman's reign of
terror. The girls called sheriff Bowman to say that they were bringing his
reign of terror to an end by informing the police. So, he did what they
expected, he sent his men after them. And now, five women who had not
sustained one single punch were standing over the busted bodies of 37 men. The
authorities were on their way. Jacquleine and friends would spend the next few
weeks in the national spotlight. They went on Letterman, Leno, Fox News,
MSNBC. They became national heroes. Such was their popularity that women's
martial arts class enrollment soared and women's shoe sales plummeted. Within
five years, Olivia became the highest paid model in America, Simone became a
Navy Seal, Jacqueline became a Marine, Anna became Teacher of the Year, and
Nikki became a social worker for department of children and families.
Exploitative producers and photographers, international terrorists, school
gangs, and sexually abusive fathers all learned very quickly that a beautiful
woman in bare feet was a very dangerous thing. And each one continued to
inspire girls around the world to believe in their own beauty, love being
barefoot, and beat the shit out of evil.

But today, it was sheriff Arnold bowman getting the lesson. "In my office, he
pleaded, records of everything ... everything n I've done. And with that, his
dirty filthy conscience spilled forth every dirty corrupt thing he'd done. No,
it was wasn't his conscience. It was sheer cowardice and fear. It went viral
on youtube. Thanks to bare female feet and the invention of recording cell
phones, Sheriff Arnold Bowman confessed every sin of himself and his Squad of
Death to the world. Every single one of them spent at least five years in jail
and at least six months in the hospital. And once he was done, Jacqueline
looked at him and smiled.

"Very good, Sheriff. I hope that saves you from your conscience. But I have a
rule I teach in in my classes and I live by myself: once you beat the shit out
of a bully and he begs for mercy, give him one round more. Finish the job.
Make sure he understands that begging forgiveness won't totally get you off
the hook. It just means that you've only got one round of total ass-whooping
left."

"No, please""" was all the sheriff got to say.

Her fist drove into his belly. Her knee drove into his groin. And one last
foot, filling up his vision, moving in slow motion. POW!!!

Mercifully, she'd kicked him unconscious.

Jacqueline looked down with pride. "And that," she gloated, "is kicking your
ass!"