The Exhibition

Part 1: The Entrance


The highly anticipated main event of the evening was about to begin. The
raucous crowd of spectators filled the arena for the annual Martial Arts
Exhibition in Paris, France. Three thousand strong had been cheering loudly
all night, but as if a spell had been cast, they remained in a low hum
awaiting the last exhibition. The crowd of was on the precipice of arousal. At
the center of the darkened arena, a large square gray mat was dramatically
illuminated by the overhead lights, and above these lights hung a giant
4-sided HD Screen, to give viewers a closer look at what they were all eagerly
excited to watch. The entire night's proceedings had led to this moment.

The announcer came over the loud speaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time the Main Event!!"

"I can sense the level excitement in the arena," continued the announcer. "I
know you are all at the edge of your seat for our final artist. Now, as you
are all well aware, unlike the previous demonstrations tonight, this event is
not choreographed. It is NOT a routine! What you are about to witness is a
full contact, 20 versus 1, exhibition with no time limit, and no rules."

"Given the nature of our final performers skills, should any spectators wish
to undress in order to make themselves more comfortable for the performance,
they may do so now," said the voice over the PA system.

With that being said, hundreds of men and women began unbuttoning their pants,
dresses, and the like, pulling off all articles of their clothing. Women and
men alike stripped down to their underwear, and many stood naked at their
seats. Many of the men in attendance had already begun stroking their cocks,
rock hard in anticipation of what they were about to witness. Most men had
pleasured themselves hundreds of times just thinking about the night's final
exhibitionist.

The women in attendance were all dressed very provocatively. Their make up,
hair, and nails all done to perfection. Most women in the arena were black
belts themselves, some having already performed at the festival, and they had
come adorned in their martial arts uniforms. Clearly they idolized the final
performer, and dressed accordingly. Many of the toned, martial arts women
stood their with breasts exposed. Some kept their gi pants on while many
removed them. In a show of respect, many tied their black belts around their
nude waists. Women were already extremely wet, their gi pants stained between
their legs, rubbing their pussies and moaning with excitement. Some of the men
and women were stroking each other in preparation.

After a few moments, the announcer continued, "Will the combatants please
enter!"

A set of double doors from the east side of the arena opened and 20 burly,
muscular men began marching to the center of the floor, encircling the mat.
They all wore white gi pants and no shirts. By evidence of their black belts,
many were 3rd dan or higher. The men were all very cut, their physiques
dramatized in the overhead lights. Some were short and lean, definitely faster
fighters, while a few men stood well over 6' 5" tall and easily weighed 250
pounds.

"Thanks to their dominance in each of their styles, these men have been
rewarded to share the mat with our final performer tonight", said the
announcer. "I can see you men are ready." As anyone in attendance could tell,
they were sporting huge erections under their uniforms. They, like the
spectators, were equally aroused. However, tonight would be each man's
greatest challenge to date. They knew of their opponents reputation and were
eager to test themselves at the festival. The men were confident, some even
cocky. For the smart ones who knew not to get ahead of themselves, they knew
that should they be defeated, they wouldn't be completely disgraced, and they
may even enjoy it.

The lights in the arena suddenly went dark, and a audible gasp came up from
the crowd. Some errant moans rang out, and a few men prematurely ejaculated at
the drop of the lights. They knew it wouldn't be the only time they came
tonight.

"AND NOW, the moment you've longed waited for! The greatest martial artist in
France, and likely the most dangerous woman in all of Europe. The beautiful
VIVIEN ST. PIERRE!!"

The crowd didn't erupt in a loud applause, rather if was low rumble. You could
hear faint panting and heavy breathing throughout the arena. The time had
come. A spot light lit up the double doors at the west end of the floor and
out walked Vivien, easily the most gorgeous woman anyone at the festival had
ever seen.

Vivian St. Pierre stood in the door frame for a moment to look out at the
crowd of naked spectators masturbating over the sight of her in person. She
gave a quick smirk and then walked slowly and confidently towards the center
of the mat.

As she walked every face in the arena followed her, as did the cameras. The HD
screen above the mat gave the horny crowd an up close view of her beauty.

Vivian was 28 years old, was 5' 5" tall, and had the figure of a goddess. The
camera started at a close-up of her stunning face. Her long, wavy black hair
was tied in a tight knot on the top of her head, but a few of her bangs fell
over her beautiful green eyes. Her amazing cheek bones surrounded her tight
little nose, and her full lips, slightly agape, showed off a taste of her
perfect white teeth. Her professional make-up was very natural looking, not
overdone, and many would claim she needed none at all. The expression on her
face was that of calm, but with a hint of sexual anticipation. Her slightly
open mouth was as sexy as it was inviting.

As the camera made it's way down her stunning olive-skinned neckline, viewers
began to see a close-up the fine black silk gi she was famous for sporting. It
fit over her toned shoulders like a glove, and draped over her supple, C-sized
breasts beautifully. She nipples were rock hard through the cloth of her gi
top, as she was undoubtedly not wearing a bra. As she strode forward, with the
gait, and body of a runway model, her breasts bounced ever so slightly, to the
delight of the camera.

The camera followed down to her waistline and her sensual hips and tight
buttocks, clearly Vivien was in peek physical condition. A small wet patch
over her pussy was evident. Vivien was as excited as many watching her walk to
the mat. It was rumored she always touched herself before her performances,
and this seemed to be the proof to put the rumors to rest.

The large screen now showed the black belt hanging from her waist. 10 gold
stripes encircled the very end of the silk belt. She had achieved the highest
ranking of any woman in 7 different styles of martial arts. She was undefeated
and in many of these exhibitions she was rarely even touched by her opponents.
This was thanks in large part to what the camera was about to show, her
deadliest weapons of all, and the reason most of the crowd was viciously
flogging themselves at this very moment.

As the camera followed her onto the mat, the screen showed her long taut legs
in black gi pants begin to slow and she stopped at the very center of the mat.
Her deadliest weapons now in full view of the crowd, who were moaning more
loudly and reverently than at any time before. All the spectators were either
stroking themselves or another fan nearby. Men and women began fucking each
other while each staring at the large screen above the mat, all of them at
peek arousal at what they had long been eager to see in person. The bare feet
of Vivien St. Pierre.

Now in full view, Vivien's perfectly toned, size 7 feet were stunning. Knowing
the camera was showcasing her favorite feature, she began performing some
basic foot stretches while standing in place. Even having had been through
decades of hard martial arts training, her supple feet looked as if they had
been kept in a glass case. The tops and bottom of her feet were smooth, her
flexible arches on display from the stretches. She softly rest her two
gorgeous feet back onto the mat, and in one fluent motion shot her right foot
up in full 180 vertical kick directly above her head and held it there for
what felt like an eternity. This was Vivien's signature, the way she began
every performance in a display of her talents and her beauty. The soft sole of
her foot faced upward and she stared at her powerful right foot. The crowd
went silent and knew what was next.

In a flash she turned her extended foot into a knife edge, so the light would
bounce off her lusciously pedicured bright red toenails. As she did this she
faced forward and gave the sexiest stare at another camera. The screen above
showed her pedicured foot as the crowd finally exploded with applause. This
was the moment they wanted, most of the men who still hadn't ejaculated burst
hot cum. Some of the other martial arts women in the stands kicked their right
foot in a similar fashion, their red toenails painted perfectly to match their
idol's. If they were talented enough, they began touching their themselves
while in this pose, their exposed pussies seeping wet from their lust of
Vivien's highly-trained bare feet, and the thoughts of what they were about to
do.

Vivian was loving every moment of this laudulation, and soaked in every
second. The wet patch on her black silk gi pants was getting larger by the
minute. Slowly she lowered her sexy right foot to the mat to meet her left,
the camera following every movement. Now flat-footed, she stood on her toes
for a brief moment, then in one motion Vivien, an elite gymnast, performed a
two consecutive back handsprings into a full back layout. Blurs of bright red
streaked as her feet flew to the apex of her layout, where she grabbed the
inside of her left ankle and was in full split. She landed silently on the mat
on both feet, one knee down and resting on her perfectly manicured fingertips.
Then, playing up to the audience, she raised her head and stared into the
camera, licking her lips. She stood up slowly, reached up to the bun in her
hair and let her pony tail fall gracefully over her shoulders. She nodded to
the announcer. At last Vivien was ready.

Part 2: The First Combatant

The crowd, still turned on from Vivien's display of her beauty, flexibility
and acrobatic ability, were ready for what they wanted to see, Vivien's world
famous martial arts expertise. This was the most men she's ever fought at
once. 20 men would be a challenge, but her lightning speed, surprising
strength, and flawless technique gave her an advantage over every other macho
martial artist surrounding her. She looked over the men with a sexy gaze,
noticing their stiff erections and cum stains over the sight of her gorgeous
figure and deadly feet.

The announcer, breathing heavy himself, asked, "which of you men would like to
challenge Ms. St. Pierre first? Vivien has promised a special reward to the
brave soul who steps forward!"

One of the taller men behind Vivien took a large step forward. Vivien, hearing
his footstep, turned her head over her right shoulder and looked him up and
down, smirking as she met his gaze. She could tell he was overconfident and
cocky by the look on his face. She faced him fully and slowly bowed to the
man, never taking her eyes off him. The man did not return the bow. A chorus
of boos rang out from crowd. Clearly this man had no respect. She'd reward him
for his bravery for being first, but he needed to be punished for dishonoring
the belt.

The man took a fighting stance then ran aggressively at Vivien with reckless
abandon. Vivien, standing flat footed with all ten red toenails in a line and
hands at her side, didn't flinch until the man fired his first punch. Her
speed was astounding. The man fired multiple punches at her face and torso
that hit nothing but thin air. The more he strikes he missed, the more the
combatant's anger enraged and the sloppier his technique became. Vivien was
baiting him. After he fired a roundhouse kick to her beautiful face, she
simply leaned back and flicked a soft toe at his stiff cock, not enough to
cause pain, but to show that she had him right where she wanted him.

The 6'2" man turned red in the face and screamed in a fit of rage. Vivien
chambered her right leg, which confused the man briefly, as she was giving
away her next move. It wouldn't matter. The man fired a barrage of punches and
kicks at Vivien's face. She expertly fired defensive kick after kick to block
each strike. Her beautifully pedicured feet moving in a shiny red blur faster
than he could punch. Each kick arriving a split second before it could hit his
intended target, her foot never touching the ground. Vivien was toying with
him, and began to smile as the man lost his stamina. She blocked a sloppy
right punch, then a left, and then finally went on the offensive. She flew a
skilled bare sole high up into the bridge of the tall man's nose, nocking his
head backward and exposing the man's neck. She turned around quickly and fired
a straight kick with the blade edge of her right foot into the man's jugular.
The slow motion replay on the screen above showed up close her bright toenails
collapsing the man's windpipe. She held her foot at striking distance for a
moment, then lowered it slowly. The crowd gasped with ecstasy. The man
clutched his neck and gasped for air, backing away slowly.

Vivien confidently walked towards him saying, "You dishonor me, and my 10th
degree black belt, by refusing to bow. THAT is why I crushed your windpipe.
However, you were brave enough to volunteer to challenge me first, so for that
I will reward you." As the man gasped, Vivien brought her left foot up to this
waistline, and with her first two toes, slowly lowered the man's gi pants
sexily to the floor.

"You enjoy auto-erotic asphyxiation? I thought you might. Here's your reward,
handsome." Vivien told the man softly. With her left foot, she softly lowered
the man to his knees, and she then sat facing him, leaning back on both hands
and stretching her sexy legs out, her silk gi pants falling around her calves.
She wrapped both her soft sext soles around his pulsing member and ran them
from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, her red toenails holding
there, as if blocking the nozzle of a garden hose. One stroke from Vivien's
expertly trained foot cause the large man to spew hot cum all over her
beautiful red toenails. She giggled in delight as she spread her legs wide.
She rolled backwards and kipped up to her feet in one fluent graceful motion,
then stretched out her right leg so her beautiful right foot was under the
kneeling man's chin. She raised the gasping man to a full stand with her
straightened right leg and paused for a moment.

Looking down the length of her leg, the man saw Vivien wink at him before she
uttered one word. "Goodnight." The dazed man, unable to breath and unloaded of
all his cum, watched as Vivien leapt high into the air in front of him,
spinning over her right shoulder and firing a flying crescent in full split to
his right temple, yelling a deafening "KIIIYAAAAAA" as the fierce kick
connected. The last thing he saw was a bright red blur before his eyes went
black.

The crowd went wild, stroking one another over how easily she destroyed the
large man with her kicks. Two attendants raced to the unconscious man's aid,
placed him on a gurney, and raced him out of the arena. Many of the women were
feigning their own kicks in honor of their hero. A few fights between men and
women even broke out in the stands, to which more gurneys were called for. Men
should learn not to mess with any woman who follows Vivien St. Pierre's
training.

Vivien reached to the collar of her black silk gi and began to rub her breasts
erotically, she slowly lowered into a full split, pointing her sexy toes as
she reached the floor. She eased a beautiful hand into the waist of her gi
pants and began touching her pussy. Many of the remaining combatants began to
jerk off at this sight. As sexy as she knew she was being, and as good as
masturbating in front of them felt, Vivien knew this was to her advantage.
These men were distracted by her beauty. The remaining challengers, no matter
the number, would be no match for her skill. She placed both her hands in
front of her and pressed into the floor. She raised her hips into a full split
handstand, then brought both pointed feet together, completely inverted. She
lowered her right leg and planted five gorgeous red toenails to the floor,
leaving her left foot in the air. She looked out at the remaining 19 men, each
as eager as they were aroused. With her leg directly above her head she spoke
to the men.

"Which of you studs is next? Send as many as you like. I'll be nice."