Note: This story contains extreme violence, nudity, and non-consensual sexual acts. It is intended for and should only be read by mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Acknowledgement: My thanks to Larry Heller of lhart.com, for providing me with the two classic Peerless Cartoon Stories by the artist RAL, which introduce this story. There are many similar works available from LH Art at  https://www.lhart.com/s ect9o1.htm

Introductory Note: Back in the 1950's and 1960's, devotees of female wrestling, and catfighting had few options to satisfy our craving for material about that subject. One, all too limited, source was the four page, sixteen panel, Cartoon Stories from Peerless Sales. Of the many Peerless Cartoons, I purchased in those long gone days of my youth, my two favorites were by an artist known as RAL about a character called 'Judo Judy'. Alas, there were only those two brief stories, and I have never been able to find any more material by RAL, nor any information about him or her. I have long contemplated a sequel to those two stories, and have finally completed one. If you are still out there somewhere RAL, please accept my effort in the spirit of homage, in which it is intended. Since so many younger devotees of the subject have not had the opportunity to know the originals, I have included them as introduction.



















More French Feet.
(A Sequel to the Classic Cartoon Story by RAL)
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

I was just getting ready to teach my evening judo class, in the instruction studio adjoining my apartment. The students were already waiting when my front door bell rang. Since my encounter with that nasty witch, Frenchie LaFeet, I took the precaution of keeping the door on the chain when opening it. I didn't want to take the chance of getting sand-bagged like that again. Just as well I did, because, in fact it was Frenchie, herself. Well, I certainly wasn't afraid of the witch, as long as I was prepared and ready for her. I opened the door, carefully and stepped away as she swaggered inside as though she owned the place, the arrogant slut.


The arrogant tramp had the nerve to slap my face. She'd pay for that!


I smacked her right back, I swear twice as hard as she hit me, I was so mad.


She tried to kick me with those deadly feet, but I was ready for her this time, and easily avoided her attack.


While she was still off-balance, I grabbed her right arm.




She struggled like a maniac, but that just gave me more leverage to judo toss her, as hard as I possible could.


I pulled her up by the hair, and judo-chopped her across the throat, just to show her I could STILL give judo chops, even after what she did to my hand last time.




To tell the truth, my hand had barely recovered from that other time, and I felt a real twinge of pain. The way she squawked and gurgled, though, I was sure it hurt her, a heck of a lot more than it hurt me.


While she was still squawking I grabbed her left arm and swung her off the floor, and through the air as if she was a sack of grain.






She lay on her back, moaning, trying to get up. I pressed my foot down on her throat and pinned her there, like a bug. I really wanted to crush her windpipe.


I made her beg long and loud. I was sure I'd beaten her this time! I hated to sink to her vicious level, though. Maybe I'd done enough damage, even if she started it, and much as she certainly deserved more. She'd remember never to cross my path again!



I found out the hard way, Frenchie wasn't hurt as bad as she pretended. Stupid me! When I reached for her, to throw her out, she had one more nasty surprise, in her bag of dirty tricks! The toes of her shoes had pointed steel toes, and she nailed me, with a kick in the worst possible place.


It hurt so, I couldn't even move. She had plenty of time to jump back up.


I was still too stunned by pain, to dodge, when she started kicking me all over the room, just like last time. She was deadly with that darned savate, I've got to admit.




By the time she connected with two steel toed kicks to my jaw, i was just about in dreamland.


I sure was hearing 'those leetle birdies'! I was too dizzy to do anything, and she just kept kicking me all over my body. Through the fog, I heard myself screaming.




Once that devil got the upper hand, she was without mercy; it was just as bad last time.




I yelled for her to stop. I might as well have saved what little breath I had left, because the nasty tramp, laughed at me, and kept right on kicking me around the room.


The next thing I knew I was down on all fours, trying, my best, to get up. At least she stopped kicking me.



I kept trying to get up, but my legs felt like jello.


Another kick to my throat killed any hope of getting up.




She grabbed my halter. Then I saw she'd slipped on those brass knuckles of hers. All I could think of was what they'd done to my face last time. I started begging even before she hit me.

"No, no...not my face again...please Frenchie...not my face..."

"Oui! Beg blonde baggage! Now maybe I beat do you to death, like I promise last time, eh?"


My begging didn't stop her; Frenchie's brass-bound fist hit the side of my face like a freight train.



I was still half-conscious, but would have fallen over if she wasn't holding me up.


Frenchie 'roused' me with an awful punch to my kidneys. Oh Gosh, those brass knuckles hurt. At least it wasn't my face this time.



I begged and pleaded with her to stop. I couldn't bear anymore of those brass-knuckles. I could see the sneer on her face.

"See who it is, begging, eh Salope?" 

Yeah, it was me doing the begging again; not Frenchie.

She did stop hitting me, but her fist was still poised inches from my face. My stomach was doing flip flops. Maybe she really was going to beat me to death, this time, like she threatened. Then her fist drooped a little, and I could see she had another idea. I briefly breathed a sigh of relief, until I heard her new idea.

"Eh! Maybe Frenchie have better idea then killing you! Take your clothes off! A slutty tramp like you, must do zat, often, non?



The evil fiend gave me the choice: either take off my clothes, or else, she'd keep on beating me with the brass-knuckles. Oh Dear, what an awful choice!


Oh, do such a disgraceful thing? I just couldn't do THAT!  I jumped up and tried to run, but unfortunately, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I guess it wasn't hard to catch me. I was hurt so bad, it probably looked like I was running in slow-motion. She started  pulling my shorts down, herself.




Before I could get loose, the vile witch pulled my shorts almost down to my knees.


Oh, I so badly wanted to  preserve my modesty and dignity! What little I had left, anyway! I tried to escape again, but, now, my shorts were tangled around my knees. I tripped over them, and fell over on my hands and knees.




My bare bottom waving in the air like that, was a really good a target, I guess. Naturally that vile slut took advantage of the opportunity.


Then while I wailed helplessly, she roughly pulled the shorts the rest of the way off.


Once she got the shorts off, the despicable witch pulled me up on my knees, and waved them under my nose, showing me what she'd done to me.



She took her time, taking off my halter top. There was nothing I could do about that either. I'm afraid my 'indignant' protest sounded more like I was begging the awful bully to stop tormenting me. To tell the truth it even sounded that way to me.

As she got my halter off, she was looking down at my naked bosom and licking her lips. Oh Dear God!


Now that she had "plucked me like  a chicken," as she put it, she began pawing and fondling my breasts. I literally shrieked in alarm.


When I tried to push her hand away, she raised her other hand threateningly. I gulped down the lump in my throat. What could I do? I let my arm drop to my side, she hefted and played with my breast like it was a melon in the supermarket. It was awful; all I could feel were her awful claws playing with my naked flesh. It still gives me goose bumps, just thinking about it.




No, no! Scared or not I couldn't let her treat me like that. My skin crawled whenever her disgusting hand touched my breast. I felt sick and dirty. I couldn't endure it. I had to stop her. By then, I'd recovered a little strength. Oh! If I didn't do something I'd never forgive myself.


I was trembling like a leaf, when I stumbled to my feet, but I still manged to give her a hard shove.


Before she got her balance, I hit her as hard as I could with my left fist. Her head snapped to the side, but I knew I was still too shaky, to hit her as hard as I normally would.


Oh heck! I knew I didn't hit her hard enough to really hurt her, and she easily ducked my next clumsy punch.


Her stunning return punch didn't miss, but slammed into my back, like a pile-driver. My lower back was already sore and aching, where she'd kicked it, and hammered me with her brass-knuckles. I nearly cried at the pain.


Before I could get back at her, she was punching me with everything she had. I was a sitting duck, and I knew I'd let myself in for a lot more pain.




She was merciless. Her fists hammered my poor tummy, until I was afraid I'd throw up. I couldn't take anymore; I had to swallow my pride, again, and beg her to stop pounding me, and this time she didn't even have her brass-knuckles on. A lot of good my begging did; she just laughed at me, and kept right on hitting me!


 She pulverized my poor tummy, until I was so sick and hurt, I couldn't even beg.




The final punch finished me. My knees gave out, and I crumpled up. To tell the truth, I don't know how I'd stayed on my feet that long.



I was down on one knee, and it was a struggle not to to keel over on my face. The dirty bitch looked down, and laughed at me. That nasty, evil laugh scared me out of my wits; I was at the mercy of some kind of fiend from hell.


 In case I had any doubts, that she had beaten me, again, she smacked my face back and forth a few times.




I thought of trying to run again, but she must have sensed it, and grabbed my left arm in both of hers, and bent it backward. I wasn't going anywhere.


When I tried to get loose, it made her mad, even though I didn't have much chance of succeeding.

"You behave Beetch or you be really sorry!" She snarled, and grabbed the two middle fingers of my left hand and bent them backward, until I screamed and promised I'd do anything she wanted.


She really liked torturing me, and hearing me scream and beg, I guess, because she right kept on twisting my fingers, until I was dancing up and down in pain.


She kept making me promise, over and over again.


I kept begging and promising, until finally she used her grip to fling me down on my back.


I just lay still, afraid she'd do something worse if I moved. She pressed her foot down on my neck. The vengeful witch hadn't forgotten my foot on HER throat I'm sure. Now she'd pay me back with interest for that.


 I couldn't breath. I squirmed desperately, even though I knew I was too weak to get loose.



I was afraid she'd crush my windpipe. I started screaming hysterically for her to stop. She let me scream and beg for a while before she took her foot away.


When she did take her foot away, she grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me up on my feet. I squealed in protest; she'd beaten all the fight out of me, and squealing was the only thing left I could do. Some comedown for the judo expert.




She was right. I was her puppet! Now she was going to show me, just how much her puppet, I was. She shoved me in front of her across the room. Across the room toward the door to my judo studio. My judo studio where my students were waiting for me! Oh God help me!


OH GOD NO! The awful witch was going to display me beaten and naked to my waiting students. I'd be totally, publicly disgraced. I tried to escape, but she still had hold of my hair.


  She almost broke my neck getting me back under control.


The vile devil grabbed my arms from behind and pushed me through the doorway.



OH Dear God! Oh how could I bear it? Exhibited to my own students, Frenchie's naked, cowering puppet! I tried to dig my heels in, but she kneed me in the behind, propelling me into the judo studio.



That awful witch displayed me to my students. Showed off her naked, beaten, disgraced trophy, ME!  I was so ashamed, I hid my face.


My students just gaped in astonishment. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what happened to me. Frenchie beat me up! Frenchie made me her puppet! Frenchie just about owned me!


I stood in front of my students, my head lowered in shame. They'd admired my skill and looked up to me as a role model. I was some 'role model' that night! Oh I'd really let them down! I almost started bawling.


The despicable French Witch wasn't done yet. She twisted my arm behind my back.I was so weak from the beating she'd given me, and so scared she'd give me another one, there wasn't a thing I could do except wail like a frightened goose.


She almost broke my arm, making me tell the students what she'd done to me, as if they couldn't see for themselves.


Once I confessed my shame, she pushed me down on my hands and knees. No question, I was Frenchie's 'beetch"all right!


On my hands and knees, like a pet dog at her feet, the rotten witch made me humiliate myself some more in front of my students.


Hadn't I humiliated myself enough? Not enough for that horrid bitch! Frenchie pulled her skirt up around her waist. The disgusting slut wasn't even wearing underwear.



Frenchie ordered me to kiss her bare behind, kiss her bare behind right there in front of my students!  Maybe you think if I had any pride at all, if I was any kind of a woman at all, I should have told her to 'go to blazes'.  I guess you'd be right, but by then, I was too scared to have any pride left. Now, I was 'the kind of woman' who kissed Frenchie's behind in public. I never believed I could sink so low!


Then the disgusting bitch shoved my nose between her buttocks. I nearly threw up.


She jerked on my hair like it was a dog leash,and made me crawl behind her on my hands and knees, up and down, in front of my students, like I was her pet dog, like I was Frenchie's 'pet beetch'!


It's like remembering the details of a nightmare. From somewhere, I've no idea where now, Frenchie had a hairbrush in her hand. She half knelt down, her knee extended, and then pulled me across her knee. She was going to spank me!


Oh the humiliation, the shame! A grown woman, a self-reliant judo instructor no less, draped across Frenchie's knee, naked, scared out of my wits, and Frenchie was going to spank me, right in front of my own judo students, like I was a naughty little girl! I couldn't sink any lower.


She started spanking me, and oh Gosh, that hairbrush stung; I couldn't help myself, I yelled and screeched 'bloody murder'.




That stinging, smarting pain brought tears to my eyes. I don't know whether it was the pain, or the frightful public humiliation, or both, but I couldn't help myself; I started snuffling.



Before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably, and begging her to stop, humiliating myself even more, if that was possible.


I thought she was never going to stop; the pain seemed to go on forever. When she finally did stop whacking me, she had done so much damage to my poor heiny that it still hurt like  the dickens. it burned like fire. She nudged me and let me slide off her knee. While I knelt there, sobbing and massaging my sore bottom, Frenchie turned to my students with a snicker to further emphasize my disgrace.




Then Frenchie announced to my disillusioned students: "Eh, mes infantes, I'm afraid lessons are cancelled for tonight. Your 'instructor', she is how you say 'indisposed. You girls can leave now! I have a little unfinished, private beeznez, with your zo-called Judo expert teacher!  If you want to learn self-defense, I suggest you take lessons from a REAL EXPERT!"

The women avoided my eyes, in embarrassed disgust at my predicament. Nobody likes a loser. They were looking at Frenchie, admiringly, for what she had done to me. As they turned and left muttering to each other, I knew I'd lost their respect forever.



Once my disillusioned students were gone, Frenchie had a new horror in store for me; she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to her.


No! No! The horrid French Harlot started kissing me, trying to force her tongue into my mouth, like some men try to do. She fondled my naked breast some more. When she did it before, it was just to humiliate me, I think, but now she was rubbing the nipple like men do, when they try to get you to go to bed with them. Oh, it was so horribly unnatural and disgusting!




Oh Dear heaven! No matter how hurt and scared I was, I couldn't let her do that to me. I tried to push her away with what little strength I had left.


I jumped shakily to my feet. I couldn't really fight back, anymore, but I tried to fend her off, as she furiously came after me; her hands, with those horrible black fingernails, were extended like claws.


It was hopeless trying to keep her off me; she was on me like a rabid dog.



My feeble resistance to her depraved advances, made the evil witch furious. She grabbed be between the legs, you can guess where, and hoisted me up on her shoulders. She was amazingly strong for her size, and, I was in no shape to stop her. All I could do was squeal helplessly, like a scared rabbit.



I was shrieking in panic by the time she had me hoisted over her head.


From five foot in the air, she flung me down onto the floor with all her strength. I landed like a ton of bricks.


I don't remember anything for a few seconds after that crashing impact, and had no idea what the Devil was doing. I found out soon enough.


As I came to my senses, Frenchie pounced on me. Oh Dear God! From the waist down, she was NAKED!  I tried to get away, but there was no escaping her.








Frenchie let me know, I had no choice in the matter. She grabbed the middle fingers of my right hand, crushing them in her strong fist. I knew she could break them again, anytime she chose. I was at her mercy. I had to obey. Even if it meant doing THAT!

I
I was Frenchie's 'beetch' all right, and did what she told me to do.




When I satisfied her filthy, disgusting, shameful desires, she got off me with a purr of satisfaction, and put her skirt back on. I sat up, sobbing uncontrollably. Maybe, she hadn't done as much physical damage this time, but the other things...I'm not sure I'll ever recover my self-respect and self-confidence. Before she left, she sneered and patted me on the head like I was a dog  She really had made me her 'bitch'.






The End.