Save My Soles
By Jack
A barefooted heroine becomes a woman and a warrior by beating the shit out of rapists


It was something Kara had never expected. After all, this was the girl who was
the star athlete of her high school. The kind of girl even most guys would
have been afraid to pick a fight with. She stood 5'7" in bare feet (which was
how she had stood most of her life), 138 lbs of muscle. Life was sports for
her. Baseball and soccer she liked. Football she LOVED! Especially when guys
stopped wanting to play with her, because she kept creaming them! But the
barefoot sports were heaven: volleyball, swimming, track (yes, track! When her
high school coach saw how fast Kara could run if she was allowed to be
shoe-free ... well, the whole team was barefoot soon enough!) But martial arts
... heaven.

Kara simply hated shoes. They cut her off from the earth, she couldn't grab,
she couldn't feel. Bare feet were simply the only option. Why would someone
wear shoes? She couldn't understand it. Sure, she took flip-flops to school,
she wore cleats on the baseball field. To her, it would be like wearing gloves
non-stop! Why would you do that? But it was worse than that. Her soles were so
thick, she could stand on black pavement, and it just felt like a warm soothe
on her soles (and soul!) Sure, they got dirty, but that's how soles were meant
to be ... black.

Kara lay on her bed, crying. It crossed her mind that this was the first time
she had cried since she was a little child. She was 19 now ... so ... 13 years
maybe? She simply couldn't believe ... I mean, her! It was inconceivable that
Kara could have been held at knife and gunpoint and been raped.

OK, it wasn't just that she was a super-tomboy who could cream most guys at
sports. It was that ... well, how to put it without seeming ... ah, the hell
with it. Kara had always been able to beat the living shit out of the toughest
three guys around and their three best friends without breaking a sweat. Let's
just say, bullies had it pretty rough at any school Kara Brzekowski attended.
If news of bullying made it to Kara's ears, the bully usually didn't come to
school for a few days until the black eye or swollen lip had gone down a bit.

Now, it was her. Ruefully, she shrugged to herself. Maybe this was payback for
all the male eyes she had swollen shut with her unstoppable tomboy fists. No,
she'd never dished out a punishment that the recipient hadn't richly deserved.
She let herself smile at that. Turning bullies into bloody, blubbering,
cowering messes had been something she prided herself on. Back in the day, she
would have demolished these guys. But she hadn't been the real Kara in some
time.

No, this was life's payback for what she had let happen to herself. The
freshman 15 had set in her first semester. She'd started partying too much.
She was in the theatre department, and all it was was wall-to-wall cattiness.
She was also in a sorority, too, which wasn't any better. She drank, she
juggled guys, she partied ... she'd lost her way. Hell, she'd started wearing
shoes on a regular basis! The two-fisted, barefooted ministress of high school
justice had become a lost, party-hard college girl. And now here she was,
lying in a hospital bed. Kara promised herself a few things: 100% shoelessness
for the rest of her life, her body would come back, and those three assholes
would be flat on their backs in a hospital bed soon enough._______

Kara's first fight was at age 5. A first grader was taking lunch money from
the other kindergartners.

"Hey!" Kara said loudly. "That's not yours!"

"Ah, buzz off," said the bully, pushing her away.

BAM!!! Kara's fist slammed right into the bully's nose, breaking it. He landed
on the ground, spewing blood and crying like a baby. One of the bully's
cohorts grabbed her from behind, while the other came up, ready to throw a
punch. Kara kicked him in the balls. As he buckled over, she kicked him in the
mouth. He landed on the ground, spewing blood from his mouth with a few less
teeth. And crying even harder than his buddy.

The one bully left who had Kara from behind was now utterly terrified. How had
a kindergartener girl just turned the two toughest first graders into two
bawling, blubbering, bloody messes? He was about to find out.

Kara looked down at the hands clasped around her waist, holding her. Then she
got an idea. She grabbed hold of one of the fingers and bent it back. Her
attacker screamed in pain. And let go.

Kara turned around. His face showed absolute and total fear. He knew that in
the next five minutes, he was about to get the worst beating of his life from
a cute, smart, funny , adorable barefooted girl. And there was absolutely
nothing he could do to stop it. Kara took a moment to savor it. A crooked
smile spread across her face. She wriggled her toes, getting both green grass
and brown dirt stains on her soles. She smiled more.

Her opponent peed himself. The crowd roared with laughter. He cried harder
than any defeated bully ever cried before.

Then that merciful punch came that knocked him out cold.

The moment she got out of the hospital, Kara went to the nearest Tae Kwan Do
academy and signed up. She took the rest of the semester off. She didn't want
to be seen like this. She also didn't want to be a quitter. But she knew that
she had to get away from the lifestyle she was in.

Kara took to Tae Kwan Do like a fish to water. Her teacher would preach a lot
of elaborate philosophies, but to her, it came down to three things: "kicking
ass, a positive spirit, and bare feet". Now what could be better than that?

However, there was one fundamental issue Kara had with what she was learning.
Justice. The martial arts teach one to avoid a fight whenever possible, and
yes, that was a good lesson to learn. But Kara's true spirit was to fight for
justice. And that meant kicking the living shit out of pieces of shit who had
it coming.

Within a month, the old Kara was back. Her body was back in shape, and those
fun muscles were brimming for action. There was no denying that Kara was all
woman, but a tomboy needs some guns, just to let those silly boys know that
messing wither would be deeply, deeply stupid. And something else was back,
those badass soles that COULD WALK ACROSS GLASS WITHOUT really minding. Kara
started barefoot running, which became another new addiction. Within a few
weeks, she was up to five miles. Kara made up her mind to do a half marathon,
then a marathon as soon as possible ... 100% shoe-free.

Then came the event that really cemented Kara's return. She'd had plenty of
fights throughout her life, dished out so much barefoot justice, she can
hardly keep it all straight. That first fight in kindergarten started it all,
in high school when she beat up a rapist, but this was the one that was most
important ... it was the one that signaled she was back. And since this one,
she is proud to say that the two-fisted, pure-hearted, justice-delivering Kara
has never left.

On mile 7 of a run, she was deep in the woods, when her female intuition told
her that someone was following. She kept up her pace, but turned the sound off
in her earphones. If someone was following, let them think she was listening
to music and not paying attention.

Then it happened. He jumped out of the woods, she didn't see him coming. Six
feet, 200 pounds. Wearing a mask, so his victim wouldn't be able to identify
him. And his gun was rising up to aim at her.

This fight signaled a new Kara. The high school Kara would have allowed more
of a show ... let the guy tip his hand, gloat, admit he was there to rape her.
To high school Kara, beating up badguys was fun. College Kara... never would
have been ready for this. But this was adult Kara ... as Kara found out that
day, adult Kara didn't play, adult Kara destroyed. Within a split second, she
sized up the opponent in front of her, saw the gun, and knew that someone had
been following, so almost certainly there was someone behind her, maybe two
guys. And she knew something else ... he was a monster who got his kicks by
attacking girls in the woods. He and his friends were monsters, and she was
going to destroy them.

The instant he stepped out of the woods with the gun rising, Kara leapt off
the ground, yelled "KiYAAA!" and kicked her leather-covered sole right into
that gun. It went flying. Plus, there was a loud CRACK! and a cry of pain. It
sure felt like she broke his hand. As she landed, she she shot her left leg up
into his side, breaking his ribs like Tinker toys. While he was crying out in
pain, she drove her fist straight into his belly (which was pretty soft,
unlike the rockhard abs she'd built back up in the last month). As he doubled
over, in no condition to stop whatever attack she was going to launch, Kara
decided she wanted him a) unconscious and b) in the hospital for a very long
time. She brought the energy up from the ground, through her toes, and into an
uppercut which slammed into this buckled-over idiot's jaw. As his body flew
back, her muscular leg extended and drove a heavily-calloused sole right into
his jaw. CRACK! His broken jaw would be wired shut for weeks. Luckily for him,
he was unconscious by the time he hit the ground.

Kara turned. Sure enough, there was another one. Dressed in all black with a
ski mask over his face. A jagged, serrated knife in his gloved hand. He was
dressed not only for concealment of identity, but also to inspire fear. A
black-garbed thing of evil that would sexually violate defenseless women. But
his body language said something different. His body was slack ... as if in
absolute shock at what he had just seen. As if it never occurred to him that a
woman would be so un-defenseless.

Kara smiled. She lifted her foot and slammed it down on rapist #1's testicles.
He shot up, screaming. Without looking, she pulled her knee forward and
slammed her sole back into his face with a mule kick. That broke the nose and
loosened teeth, but again, it made Rapist #1 mercifully unconscious.

Then she held one finger up and beckoned Rapist #2 forward.

Rapist #2 ran like his life depended upon it. Which it did. It wasn't nearly
fast enough.

Kara had been one of the fastest runners in the State back in high school. The
distance that Rapist #2 had already run was covered by Kara in seconds. Once
she was behind him, she leapt into the air, outstretched a foot, and sent
Rapist #2 sprawling along the ground.

The old Kara would have waited for this loser to get up off the ground,
taunted him a bit. And she would have done more damage to his ego than his
body. But since being raped, the new Kara had no time for that. As this piece
of shit rolled around on the ground, trying to get his bearings, she simply
padded over to him, lifted him to standing with her sheer physical strength,
and drove her fist deep into his belly. As he buckled over, wretching, Kara
grabbed a hank of hair and hauled his face up to fist level.

"No, no, please""" he begged, but this was cut off by Kara's right fist
plowing straight through his nose, replacing it with broken cartilage and a
geyser of blood. The ass-whooped loser fell back against a tree. Before he
could even try to beg, run, or fight, Kara brought her right knee across her
body and shot a side kick into his right rib cage, then his left. While she
had her leg chambered, she decided to do a little more barefooted damage.
CRACK! CRACK! She drove her powerful sole first into the monster's left
kneecap, then his right.

The monster was screaming and about to fall. Kara stopped both of these by
grabbing him and driving her knee into his testicles again and again and
again. Now he was just crying.

Holding him against the tree with her left fist, Kara looked into the hooded
fool's eyes and saw pure fear. And lots of tears. His mask was stained
(literally) with blood, sweat, and tears. Kara grinned evilly.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!! Her right hand swung back and forth, not with much
strength, but as a perfect martial artist, boy did it hurt. That piece of shit
was bawling now.

"Please!" He held up his hands. "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything."

"Tell me why."

"'Cause I hate you bitches. You never give me the time of day. You just laugh
at me. I'm twenty-eight years old and I've never had a girlfriend. But for the
last three months, I have raped and murdered fifteen women and I've seen them
feel so much fear. " Then he stopped. The rage took over. "And now I'm going
to kill you!"

He shot toward Kara in a rage. She simply stepped out of the way and tripped
him. He fell to the ground.

"You bitch!" He jumped up. He swung a fist. Another. Another. He didn't come
anywhere near her.

"Stand still, cunt!"

Kara stopped moving.

He swung the punch with all he had. She raised her leg and literally kicked it
out of the way. Then, with a loud "KIYA!" She kicked him right in the face.

He was down on the ground, crying.

"Aw, the big tough bully can't even get up-"

He got up, swinging. Swinging. Swinging. He never came close to touching Kara.
Now she was laughing. It was such a cleansing feeling.

After twenty swings, all of which she dodged, Harry's arms gave out. they hung
uselessly at his side.

He started crying.

SLAP! SLAP! Kara went to town slapping him silly.Then she stood on one foot
and proceeded to slap

him across the face with her left foot. Finally, she proceeded to bounce up
and down, alternating slaps

with her bare feet. And laughing the whole time. This was how it was back in
high school. Fun.

Finally he was broken. He collapsed to the ground bawling.

Both men spent a long time in jail. And the hospital.

Kara on the other hand, became one of the finest female martial artists in the
world. She got married to the man of her dreams, had two beautiful daughters,
and has not worn a single pair of shoes or socks since that day.