DEATH IS THE BEST REVENGE
By Kandor


	She was one of the most beautiful women in the world, used to having 
anything or anyone she wanted. And at this moment, she never felt more helpless 
in her life.
	Stephanie had come to the jungle shoot looking forward to a relaxing 
couple of weeks on assignment, modeling swimwear,evening wear and her favorite, 
footwear. She had model-quality feet and shoe manufacturers were as anxious to 
get pictures of their product on her lovely feet as dress makers were to get 
top-dollar items on the rest of her. The world was hers.
	And the world had fallen apart one night in that bar, deep in the San 
Doneguerre jungle, where she and a friend of hers, Ellen, had gone to escape the 
publicity and glamour of the big city. They found a small, seedy little bar and 
it didn't dawn on them how dangerous it was until a contingent of greasy, 
moustachioed third-world soldiers were standing at their tables, bottles of 
rotgut in their hands, rifles over their shoulders.
	"We want you preeety ladeeees," one leered drunkinly.
	Stephanie tightened up, her fingers on Ellen's forearm. Both girls were 
frightened for their lives, even more so as the soliders "guided" them out of 
the bar and into a military jeep for a jarring ride through the jungle to a 
ratty tin shack far away from where any screams could be heard.
	"Please, I'll give you anything, anything you want, I'm rich, you can have 
money, just leave my friend and I alone," Stephanie said as calmly as she could.
	The slap stung her pride as much as her silky cheek. She wouldn't cry, 
however, she refused to, even as Ellen dissolved into tears as three soldiers 
led her to a soiled bed in the middle of the room and the other two forced 
Stephanie against a far wall, sitting her at a lopsided table. What the two men 
did not see on the seat was a dagger someone had left there. Stephanie quickly 
picked it up and slid it under her short skirt before sitting down. She adjusted 
her seat to cross her legs seductively, dangling one sandal clad foot and 
bouncing the footwear off a slender toe. She had a plan, she'd heard this 
particular military faction was very much into women's feet, and she wanted to 
use that against them. As part of her training, she'd taken extensive martial 
arts and thought that it finally would come in handy.
	She had to act fast. One of the guards was fucking Ellen on the table, as 
another tried stuffing his cock into her mouth. She kept spitting it out, but he 
slapped her, held a knife to her throat and threatened to cut her open. Crying, 
she obeyed and started blowing his short, fat prick. The sight sickened 
Stephanie and emboldened her.
	"Is it true?" she asked one of the two men standing near her.
	The man turned and looked at her, his eyes wide at the sight of Steph's 
dangling foot, the one with the sandal at the end of it that she let slide to 
the floor, revealing long, painted toes and slender soles.
	"Ees what true?" he asked, not looking at her, but that foot. The other 
soldier was looking now as well.
	"That you like these, you like stuff like this?" she said seductively, 
running one hand over her slim calf to caress her feet, tickling herself between 
her long toes. "Feet. I hear you men like pretty feet."
	The men licked their lips. Steph watched as the third man over by Ellen 
lifted her legs up behind the man fucking her and started sucking her naked 
feet. Steph knew she was on the right track.
	"You boys really like feet, huh?" Steph said, smiling and sitting back, 
lifting her legs up to show both naked feet to the soldiers before her. "You 
like mine?"
	They nodded furiously. Stephanie smiled and ran her hand up under skirt to 
grip the dagger tightly. She rotated her feet, her calf muscles rolling as she 
did, pointing her toes at the men.
	"Take out your cocks and put them there," she hissed, spreading her toes 
wide on either foot. "I'll jerk you off, make you cum on my feet!"
	The men eagerly obliged. The men fucking Ellen were oblivious to what was 
happening,they were too caught up in their own activities. The two soldiers 
dropped their drawers and shuffled up to Stephanie's raised feet to slide their 
now stiff cocks between her spread toes. Stephanie gripped them tight and began 
moving her toes back and forth, slowly jacking their pricks. Slick dollops of 
precum oozed from the thick heads of both.
	"Use that shit to rub on my toes, slime them up so it feels better on your 
fantastic cocks," Stephanie growled.
	The men obeyed, running their fingers over their cockheads and smearing 
the goo on her goes. She smiled, they groaned, and the slick sound of 
footfucking filled the room along with the rape of Ellen - and her cries. 
Stephanie slowly slid out the dagger, the men did not see, their eyes were 
closed.
	"I am cummmming...." one groaned.
	"Me, too, all over you preeeety feeeet...." the other moaned.
	The dagger cut the air quickly once, then twice. The men's eyes shot open 
as they felt warm liquid spill out onto Stephanie's pumping feet. Looking down 
in horror, they saw blood spurting from the new tips of their cocks, the ones 
shaved back a few inches courtesy of the dagger they saw in her hand. She smiled 
and looked to the sides. Their stunned gaze followed as they looked at the tips 
of their cocks lying on the floor on either side of the woman who'd given them 
the radical circumcision.
	"Goodbye, boys," she growled, letting go of their cocks, the sudden 
release of pressure forcing a geyser of blood to erupt from each.
	The men hit their knees, screaming, bleeding to death. Stephanie stood, 
dagger in hand, and eyed the other three soldiers, who finally heard what was 
going on and now stood, pants down, hard cocks bobbing before them. Ellen sat 
up, crying.
	"You cunt!" one of the men yelled, reaching for his rifle.
	Stephanie moved like lightning, much faster than anything they'd ever see 
- or would again. She used a blinding side kick to sever first one of the men's 
bobbing cocks, then the other, and then slashed at the hand of the man holding 
the rifle, ensuring he'd bleed to death faster than his compatriots.
	Stephanie dropped the knife and rushed to Ellen, who was sobbing on the 
table. She hurridedly dressed, comforted by her friend. They both turned and 
watched a thick pool of blood deepen in the middle of the room.
	"Stephanie ... I didn't know you could...." Ellen sobbed.
	Stephanie smiled gamely. "Honey, there's a lot about me you don't know. 
Let's go talk about it...."