Martial Arts MILF part 2
by Junkie mashafan1@hotmail.com
Katrina defends a downtrodden housewife


After many years of abuse ' both physical and mental - Michelle had finally
found the courage to leave her husband of 15 years. She never could have done
it without the help and support from her friend, Katrina.

They had met a year previously when Katrina had done some legal work for
Michelle after she had been involved in a minor car accident. They got
chatting, like women do, and kept in touch thereafter, regularly meeting up
for lunch on a weekly basis. Katrina soon encouraged Michelle to expand her
social life and join her and her other friends at the gym doing Aerobics at
first, then Yoga, and even self defence.

Like a lot of women that suffer domestic violence and abuse, Michelle was made
to think it was all her fault. When her husband, Dan, came home from work and
his dinner wasn't ready, or she hadn't prepared the right meal or perhaps
hadn't remembered to run one of the many errands he'd demanded, she would find
herself apologizing profusely. Even after a physical beating, she would find
herself pleading for his forgiveness and that she would work harder to please
him. She knew she didn't deserve to be hit or violently attacked and had
threatened to leave him before, but Dan had made her feel worthless, making
her repeat humiliating phrases such as "I'm a dumb ugly bitch". In time
Michelle came to believe his words were true and that no other man would want
her, and she'd never survive on her own. She often found herself in front of
the mirror, breaking down in tears, feeling trapped and condemned to a life of
misery and abuse.

Katrina's friendship however, had given her hope; someone to talk to, a
shoulder to cry on. Katrina immediately advised Michelle to leave her husband
and wanted to intervene to stop him from abusing her. As the women's
friendship grew, so did the level of Dan's abuse and the beatings became more
frequent.

Dan was pissed off. Pissed off that he was stuck in a dead end job driving a
van, pissed off that he earned little money, pissed off that his football team
were on a downward skid and pissed off that his wife was making new friends.
One of the worst beatings he gave her was when she told him she was learning
self defence. He challenged her to show him some of this silly self-defence
nonsense, determined to show her that it was useless and pointless. The big
burly 6'2 bully beat his timid 5'3" until she was bloodied, bruised and crying
her eyes out for him to stop.

The next day, she finally decided to take the bold step in leaving him for
good. While he was at work, she packed her bags, cleared out the cupboards of
all the things she needed and left. Katrina had said she could stay with her
for as long as she needed to.

It was Friday night at Katrina's house. Being a successful career woman and
divorcee, she lived well in a large, 5 bedroom house in a peaceful
neighbourhood. Katrina was in a great mood as she minced around in a little
black figure hugging minidress with black high heels. Life was good ' her
friend had finally left her abusive husband which meant Michelle could babysit
her 8 year old twin daughters while she went out on a hot date with her
younger toyboy boyfriend...

Katrina was upstairs putting the finishing touches on her make-up when she
heard the doorbell.

"I'll get it!" Little Jemima ' her daughter ' chirped, bounding down the
stairs from her bedroom.

Katrina then heard a man's voice. An angry man's voice. There was commotion,
squeals, grunts, yells.

"NO, STOP.... DAN, STOP!..." Michelle screamed.

Little Jemima and Isabella were also squealing like little ducklings as the
big intruder burst into their home.

Dan had returned home, expecting his Friday steak and chips to be on the
table, but instead found a cold, half empty house with his wife missing and a
short note that read "Dan, enough is enough. I'm leaving for good." written by
his wife.

Dan was livid, knowing immediately she must be with this new friend of hers.
Despite never having met Katrina, he knew her name and knew the street she
lived in, if not the house. It was simply a case of driving around and asking
for "Katrina". Of course Katrina was hugely popular and well known amongst her
neighbours and it didn't take long before a dog-walker pointed out her house
to Dan.

"GET IN THE CAR YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Dan roared. The shaven headed 40 year old,
barrel chested male took a handful of Michelle's dark brown hair and began
dragging her across the living room towards the hall.

Michelle screamed in both pain and fear, never having seen Dan in such a rage
before. She felt strands of hair being pulled violently from her scalp as he
continued to drag her roughly and savagely.

"I believe she asked you to STOP!" Dan turned to see the statuesque blonde
standing in the doorway, her hands on hips, her daughters rushing behind her
like little kittens.

He looked at her and she looked at him as a cold silence ensued. Despite never
having met, both Dan and Katrina had grown to despise each other through
Michelle, with Katrina hearing about how he hit and abused her while Dan would
condescendingly refer to her merely as "that friend of yours" whenever
Michelle would speak of Katrina. He had expected her to be some ugly,
overweight feminist cow who needed a good beatdown, not the tall, stunningly
beautiful blonde in a sexy black minidress he saw standing in front of him.

...But looks aside, Katrina was still every bit the kind of woman he detested.
Head-strong, intelligent, well-spoken... Arrogant and smug. He hated that a
woman could have a better paying job than him, live in a bigger house and
drive a more expensive car. Dan firmly believed women were created to serve
men.

"Get out of the way, I'm taking her home." He grunted.

"No." Her glossy red lipstick lips defiantly returned. "You don't tell her
what to do. She is leaving you, Dan." She said plainly. "Get over it ... And
get the fuck out of my house." She finished, confidently standing up to the
imposing male.

Michelle couldn't believe Katrina's nerve, speaking to her husband in such a
way. A way she would never dream of speaking to him.

"You fucking bitch ' you're the one that's been poisoning her against me,
putting ideas in her head."

"She can think for herself, Dan." The well-spoken blonde came back
confidently, speaking to him like an adult speaking to a child. "I don't need
to tell her anything she doesn't already know. The truth is, she deserves
better than a man ' or should I say, disgusting animal ' like you."

Dan was visibly seething. "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'M TAKING HER HOME! SHE'S
NOT STAYING HERE!!" He went back to savagely dragging his wife by the hair as
he approached Katrina, still standing defiantly in the doorway.

"YOU BETTER GET OUT THE FUCKING WAY OR I'LL KNOCK YOU OUT..." Dan continued to
rant as he approached. "SHE'S COMING WITH ME!!!"

"No she's NOT!" Katrina came to the aid of her friend, delivering a sharp
Karate chop to the base of his neck. Dan felt the sharp pain jarring into his
neck, reverberating through his spine and causing him intense discomfort. He
released the handful of his wife's hair, allowing her to scoot away from him
as he gritted his teeth and rubbed his neck.

"ARRGGH!" He growled through his gritted teeth.

"You wanna try knocking me out, you piece of shit?" Katrina challenged, now
placing one hand on her hip and power-posing with one of her long, shapely
legs bent at the knee.

Dan saw red and went for the blonde like a pitbull unleashed. He drew back his
big powerful fist and swung at her. Katrina kept her wide crystal blue eyes
locked to him as she timed his attack perfectly with her counter. She blocked
his punch before taking his wrist and using his forward momentum against him,
twisting and tipping him into a throw. In a fluid, graceful motion, she
flipped him neatly onto his back in the middle of her living room.

"YES!! --- GET HIM MUM!"

"WOOOooo!!" Jemima and Isabella cheered and whooped as they saw the bulky
intruder crash down hard onto his back at the high heeled feet of their
mother.

Dan quickly shot back to his feet, red-faced with embarrassment and renewed
anger. He could not understand how she did that, but she would not do it
again, he promised. He approached with violent intent once again. He watched
as the leggy blonde MILF in her mid-40s formed a fighting stance with her legs
slightly bent at the knee, one hand balled into a fist at waist height while
the other arm positioned diagonally out in front of her chest, her long
fingers with red-painted fingernails standing to full attention.

Dan was not the least bit intimidated by the fact that she knew martial arts.
In fact he thought it was comical and ridiculous. Fighting was about
aggression and power ' there was no way a WOMAN could ever beat him in a
fight. Dan had always been a bully, from the school yard to adulthood and
putting a beating on this bitch would be one to savour. She was asking for it
after all!

The shaven headed man with a goatee, in scruffy blue denim jeans, white
trainers and a white t-shirt, came at his foe and lashed out with a
back-handed slap. Katrina leaned back and evaded his back-hand as it whooshed
through the air. Dan followed up with a stiff jab, but she once again slickly
avoided it, before stepping up and delivering a crushing palm strike.

"HAIIiiii" She screamed in effort as her palm strike impacted his face. Her
proficient technique, turning her wide, feminine hips into the strike ensured
maximum damage as it smashed into his cheek and orbital bone, ensuring a black
eye. The blow stopped Dan in his tracks, stunned. Before the pain even
registered, Katrina took a side step and rained down another more powerful
Karate chop to the base of Dan's neck, "YAA!". His legs momentarily turned to
jelly as he dropped to one knee before her.

Rubbing his sore neck once again, he looked up at the tall, attractive woman
dressed in her tight, slutty back mini-dress, her large DD-cup cleavage and
powerful perfume mesmerizing him. She raised her eyebrows at him with a "let
that be a lesson to you" look on her face.

He gritted his teeth again. Snarling, he delved into his jeans pocket and
retrieved a brass knuckleduster. Placing it over his fist, he rose to his feet
menacingly eyeing Katrina with a renewed confidence.

Katrina took a step back, before reaching down and slipping off her high
heeled black pumps. Her big size 10 feet with high arches were released from
her shoes, leaving her in bare feet. Her toenails painted bright red, matching
her fingernails.

"Ha ha ' NOW you're going to get it!" Isabella cooed at Dan, a broad grin
enveloping her and her sister's face, loving how confident and magnificent
their mother was.

"Go upstairs girls" She turned to address her young daughters with a swirl of
her shoulder length blonde hair. "You don't need to see this..."

Both girls went nipping away, before scurrying back, their bright blue eyes
eager to sneak a look at what happens next.

"Look at my feet, Dan." Katrina spoke hypnotically as she took a slow,
confident step towards him. Dan involuntarily found himself looking down at
her feet, noting the red painted, manicured nails, the poise and strong
presentation of her feet that matched everything else about her. He also noted
the intriguing Chinese symbol tattooed on the inside of her ankle. "My
boyfriend says my feet are sexy... He worships them..." She smiled before
continuing. "...But you don't want to get intimate with my feet ' they will
hurt you. Put that down and leave, otherwise you will regret it, Dan." She
finished in a matter of fact tone, setting her full red lips with confidence.

Dan could not believe the arrogance of this woman. Never had he wanted to hurt
someone so badly, he shook his head with a snicker of amusement and advanced
on her.

Michelle gasped as Dan roared an aggressive haymaker at the shapely 6ft
blonde. With nimble speed she once again timed his attack with perfect
technique, deflecting his brass knuckle-coated fist with her left palm, before
stepping into him, ploughing her elbow into his face. "Iii-YAA!" She screamed
as her hard elbow impacted his face, splitting his upper lip and knocking
several teeth loose.

Dan staggered back, the powerful blow disorientating him as the pain began to
register.

"YAAA!!" Katrina screamed in feminine fury, attacking once again. This time
she lashed out with a palm-strike to his chest, driving the air from his lungs
and continuing to back him up.

"Kiii-YAA!!" She then kicked her long shapely leg up high and slapped his face
with a front snap kick.

Dan did not even see the kick coming, just a blur of Katrina's tanned skin,
mixed with streaking dots of red painted toenails before the hard kick
impacted. The ball of her foot jolted back his head and sent him crashing down
onto his back. Semi-conscious he spat blood from his mouth, rolling his head
from side to side, grimacing, blinking his eyes back into focus as he looked
up to see Katrina standing commandingly over him.

"I warned you..." She smirked, rolling her tongue and eyeing over his
pathetic, floored and bleeding form.

"You should have quit while you were behind, Dan." She verbally continued to
rub salt into his wounds. "I warned you about these feet." She raised the foot
that had kicked his face a couple of inches, twirling her ankle, curling and
extending her toes while continuing to eye him condescendingly, drinking in
her dominance.

Dan gritted his teeth and reared up onto his side but Katrina continued his
punishment. She stepped up and lashed out with a short, quick-fire kick to his
face once again before he could advance any further.

The force of the kick sent Dan's body reeling, barrel rolling twice in
succession. When his body came to rest, the tall, leggy blonde kicked out
again. SMACK* The audible sound of foot-to-face reverberated aloud as Katrina
kicked Dan's head over and over, punting him out of her living room, through
the hall and out onto her front garden. Katrina's young daughters defying
their mother's earlier instructions to conveniently hold the front door open
as the mini-dressed MILF literally kicked Michelle's husband out of her house.

"Fucking piece of SHIT!" Katrina spat, gritting her pearly white teeth and
kicking Dan's head as if she was kicking a field goal.

"Arrrrrrggghhh! ..." Dan cried out as his body involuntarily rotated over and
over twice more before coming to rest on the grass outside. Barefoot, Katrina
slowly stalked him like a proud Tigress toying with her prey. Her long legs
with densely muscled quads and wide shapely hips stretching the confines of
her skin tight black dress as she moved.

"NO... NO MORE! Please don't hurt him any more!" Michelle then came running
out, shrieking and begging the dominant alpha female to mercifully spare the
man she married from any more beating and humiliation. After fifteen years of
marriage, all the time she had spent fearing and tiptoeing around Dan like he
was the baddest, strongest and toughest man in the world, now only to see him
like this, beaten by a woman. Michelle's mind was spinning.

She mercifully crouched down to Dan, horrified by the bloodied war-zone his
face had been rendered into by Katrina's lethal bare feet. Battered beyond
anything he had done to her, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Michelle took a deep breath and composed herself, knowing that she must stay
strong in leaving him and her life of misery behind her... She pleaded for him
to leave. "Go home, Dan... Just go..." Michelle implored, hooking his arm,
helping him back to his feet. Blood dripped from his busted lips, his leaking,
broken nose and oozed from the numerous cuts and gashes Katrina's strikes had
caused as he staggered, punch-drunk, back to his feet.

"Argh... Ow... Uhh..." Dan grunted and groaned in pain as he slowly retreated
to his white Ford Transit van with the aid of his wife. He took a look back at
Katrina, who stood several feet away, power-posing with her hands on her hips,
still looking immaculate with her date night make-up still perfectly applied
and her figure hugging mini-dress leaving no doubt in his humiliated and
scarred-for-life mind that he'd been beaten up by a very sexy, superior woman.

"Hm." Katrina sounded, keeping her eyes locked to his, tilting her head back
and giving him another "I just kicked your ass" look. From the safety of their
Mother's side little Jemima and Isabella could not resist giggling, sticking
out their tongues and taunting the beaten male as he limped away with his
proverbial tail between his legs.

The heckling of the young girls tipped him over the edge, enraging Dan once
more. His male ego simply could not accept defeat like this. Losing his wife
and his pride was too much to take. He needed revenge and he needed it now.

Dan shoved his wife away roughly and unlocked the back of his van, rummaging
for an effective weapon to inflict as much pain as possible on the blonde
bitch that had ruined his life.

A hammer... no A crowbar... no. "...Yes!" Dan finally decided, finding his
trusty 4 inch switch blade.

"NO DAN, NO!!..." Michelle cried, fearing he was about to stab her friend to
death. "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" She screamed in terror.

"CALL THE FUCKING POLICE!" Dan scolded back at his wife before advancing on
Katrina.

Worried faces enveloped the young girls faces as their mother ushered them
back towards the house, away from the big bad knife-wielding man.

"Call an ambulance too ... He's going to need it." Katrina spoke up, looking
genuinely pissed off for the first time, refocussing her penetrating crystal
blue eyes on her enemy.

Dan pointed his knife at her. "COME ON YOU FUCKING BITCH... COME ON!" He
energised himself with rage, narrowing his swollen eyes at her.

With a steaming mad, fast-paced strut, she simply marched up to Dan and took
him by surprise, firing a hard push-kick to his chest. "BITCH!" She angrily
screamed as her bare foot thudded into his big, wide barrel-like chest and
sent him staggering back, rebounding off the side panel of his white van.
Katrina quickly looked to move in and disarm him, but he still menacingly held
the blade up and made her think again.

"Fucking cunt..." He breathed, rubbing his big chest with his free hand as
Katrina settled back into her fighting stance. She took a couple of paces back
to set a greater distance between them, giving her more time to react if the
knife-man attacked first.

Dan allowed himself a snigger, watching her back up for the first time. How he
longed to make her pay. He lunged at her, looking to drive the knife into her
smooth tanned skin, but she was too quick for him yet again. The skilled
martial arts MILF side-stepped his attack and rocketed her leg up to meet his
out-stretched, knife-wielding arm. Her shin impacted his forearm and with an
audible crack, she broke his arm.

"Arrrrrrrrggggghhh!" Dan howled as immense shooting pain jarred up and down
his broken arm. He offered little resistance as Katrina stepped up to him and
swiftly prized the knife from his possession. She took the knife and
forcefully slammed Dan up against his own van. He tried to feebly fight for
the knife with his one good arm, but she surprised him by how strong and
aggressive she was. In a hot second, she had the cold steel blade to his
throat, backed up against his van.

"If you ever come near Michelle ' or me ' again, I'll fucking kill you." She
aggressively whispered into his face, her beautiful features contorted in fury
as she threatened him.

Katrina could feel him shaking in fear. Terrified that with one slice, the
superior female could execute him with his own knife in the middle of the
street.

She continued to hold him against the van. "I'd love to fucking kill you." She
whispered, almost seductively. "I'd kill you and go out dancing tonight, fuck
my boyfriend and sleep like a baby..."

Dan continued to shake uncontrollably. "P...P... please don't... P..please..."

Katrina drank in her power over the former wife-beater for a few agonising
seconds longer, her crystal blue eyes forcing his own eyes shut as he
continued to plead, preying to her for mercy, to spare his pitiful life.
"Please... I don't wanna die..." He whimpered, breaking down into an emotional
wreck.

Like a victorious gladiatrix, Katrina mercifully spared the pathetic beta
male's life. Jerking the knife away from his throat, she delivered a
back-handed bitch slap to his already beaten and bloodied face, sending him
reeling away from her.

Closing the knife, she hiked up her tight black dress and tucked it safely
into the side band of her sexy thong panties before peeling the dress back
down over her shapely hips and creamy tanned thighs.

The tall blonde then set about finishing Dan.

He swallowed a dry gulp as he watched her advance on him once more. She
settled into a fighting stance ' her hands in an orthodox stance, leading with
the left, only her palms open and facing him, mesmerizing him as he feared
what she was about to do to next. In that moment, Dan's humiliation was
doubled as the realisation of how easy this had been for Katrina hit him. Here
he was, pathetically begging for his life, dripping blood having been punched,
kicked and flipped silly by the sexy blonde MILF in front of him, and she
hadn't broken a sweat. She didn't have a mark on her. She looked as radiant as
she did when she emerged from applying her make-up just a few short minutes
earlier.

Katrina kicked up high once again, showing her flexibility as she kicked the
upright 6'2" man in the face with another front snap kick, crunching the ball
of her foot into his broken nose.

With her bare feet pitter-pattering on the hard asphalt, she delivered a
series of mighty strikes - she spun and delivered a spin kick, her foot
smashing into his face once more as he was forced to absorb her power. An
arching crescent kick then cracked his head, sending an eruption of blood
flying through the air and splattering onto his van behind as his body bounced
off the vehicle. Finally, like a winning video game character unleashing a
finishing combo on an outmatched foe, Katrina jumped high and powered an
immense stagger kick. "Kiiiii-YAAAAAHH!!!" She screamed as her size 10 foot
mashed into his red blotchy, beaten face for a final time. Dan's body
ricocheted from his van and slumped face-first on the pavement, out cold.

Dan lay belly-down and unconscious at the painted toes of the victorious
blonde. Katrina exhaled calmly through pursed lips, finishing her impromptu
workout on the male beast that had been well and truly tamed. Tamed and shamed
in front of a growing number of open-mouthed local neighbourhood residents
that had stopped to observe the woman-on-man beating.

Soon an ambulance was indeed stretchering the still-unconscious, beaten and
broken man from sight.

Katrina smiled, seeing her 27 year old boyfriend pull up. She slipped her
heels on and greeted him with a deep, aggressive French kiss, snaking her arms
around his neck. The shorter young man's hands wandered down the arch of her
lower back, before feeling the firmness of her proud, shapely glutes.

"Make sure the girls are in bed by 9..." She called back to the still
shell-shocked Michelle as Katrina headed out for a night of fun and passion.