Lady Petra 4th degree
by Lethal ladies



She stood, all 5ft 9inches of her highly trained, muscular body. Her bare,
deadly feet had walked to the disused factory unit over gravel roads and dusty
paths. On entering the building she had adjusted her Dobok, the uniform she
wore for Taekwondo, just one of many martial arts she excelled at. The crisp
white uniform was held in place with a blackbelt. 4 gold stripes on the belt
signified the high level of her ability. It bore her name. Lady Petra. She
also carried a large sports bag which she placed on the floor. She lifted her
right foot to briefly inspect the sole. She had not really even been aware of
the dust and gravel on the tough soles as she made her way across the
countryside to this deserted place. It was the ideal venue. The perfect place
for what was about to unfold. Lady Petra stood in the doorway, of the sparcely
furnished room, just a few old chairs and broken desks in it. Out of the
shadows walked 3 men. Each had agreed to meet in this way. Lady Petra had an
insatiable urge to use her skills. Full on. How else could she ever know if
her body was actually capable of the destruction she had seen it cause to
blocks and concrete. Even in sparring and competition, the feet and fists and
head were wrapped in soft materials to prevent injury. Lady Petra wanted to
find out exactly how deadly she was ! The men had all signed documents,
basically, suicide notes. No blame for anyone, no matter the result of the
next few minutes. The 3 men were in ordinary clothes, Jeans, shirts etc. Each
of them bigger than Lady P. The rules were simple, precise and final. Rule
one. No weapons other than your body. Rule two. Any technique allowed. Rule
three. This fight was to the death. Rule four. The men to work together to
defeat Lady Petra. Rule five. Mercy was optional. Rule six. The legal notes
were to be left with any casualties at the scene.
................................ No rules, no referee.... Lady Petra ground
her feet into the dusty factory floor. Her toes painted bright red, They
looked pretty. But in reality, they were her killing machines. Lady Petra had
already studied the 3 men, she had already decided their fate. 1 would die
quickly. 1 would die slowly and in pain and humiliation and 1 would be
rendered incapable of putting up a fight, made to watch, then used for her
pleasure. .... Lady Petra had needs and she knew that experiencing this level
of power, deadly power, lethal power, would make her hot !
........................ The first man to make his move was the one she wanted
to serve her. As he approached with his fists clenched, Lady Petra went into
an L stance, her hands, in knife hand. A shreek of TSSahhh made him stop his
advance. She licked her lips, seductively. Her eyes met his. In one fluid
movement, she left her stance, spun clockwise and thrust out her right leg in
a spinning back heel kick. It struck with precision in his stomach. Taking all
of the wind, straight out of his fight. Down he went to his knees, gasping for
air. a simple low front kick to his chest, her toes pulled back, the dusty,
solid ball of the foot sent him over onto his back with a loud KIAHHH from
her. "I'll take care of you later" she purred, "Watch carefully, this is what
you could have had" she barked at the fallen man. Still gasping for air, he
watched terrified at her next few moves. A 2nd man came at her running. Lady
Petra had already decided his fate. Natural reaction to his advance. She
shifted her weight onto her left foot, clenched her fists. Face him side on as
he neared her, in a blur of sheer power, she raised her right knee high, leant
back slightly, tensed her muscles, her glutes, pulled her big toe up hard and
forced the other 4 toes downwards, turning her right foot into a blade... as
her knee reached its peak, she thrust out her leg full force, screaming a
blood curdling TSSSSSAH ... The sword edge of her toughened dust covered foot,
smashed into and through this poor mans face. The sheer power, jolting his
head backwards as the side kick, Yop Chagi, was directed to behind where his
face once was. There was an incredibly loud CRACK as the foot smashed through
his soft face and took his head swiftly backwards, breaking his neck like a
twig. He fell, straight to the floor, dead. Lady Petra left her foot
outstretched for a split second, then recoiled it, into her chest, still in
the deadly bladed shape.... and shouted "Eat that" !!!! The entire movement
took less than 5 seconds. She now knew for sure that she could end a man in
seconds, so what next ? she thought as the 3rd man approached, very nervously.
As he neared her he picked up a bar that was laying on the floor.... "Ahh",
said Lady Petra, "breaking rule 1 are we"? "I'm going to enjoy making you
suffer and bleed" she added. As he raised the bar, Lady Petra sidestepped and
hook kicked him, the solid heel of her size 11 foot literally hammering into
the back of his head, she controlled the kick so as not to kill him with the
one blow. This was meant to be painful for him. She snaked her arm over the
bar and took it from him in one smooth movement. He was still recovering from
the heel to the head when Lady Petra tossed the bar away and karate chopped
the back of his neck. Using the blade of her hand. Down he went to his knees.
Before he collapsed any further, lady Petra wrapped her right leg around his
neck and took him backwards onto the floor. His neck now firmly trapped by her
calf under his neck and her thigh on the front. He gasped for air as the
Goddess put her weight down on his neck ..... Just before he passed out, she
whispered "Dont sleep long, I'm not done with you just yet" ! She squeezed a
little more until he passed out. Lady Petra looked over to the first man,
still in pain, his eyes seeing everything she was doing to his friends. "Dont
worry sweetie, me and you are going to play a little later, she shouted to
him, with a smile". Lady Petra stood and re adjusted her Uniform and black
belt. "How to make this guy suffer" she thought. As the 2nd man stirred, she
made a blade with her foot, She shot it towards man number 1 and said " I want
you to see, exactly what this can do, you've seen a fast kill, now watch a
slow, lingering painful one". With that, the lethal weapon stepped casually
onto the neck of victim 2, just as he was coming around. She pressed down, her
hands on her hips, relishing the incredible power. The power of life or death.
Her tough blade cut into his windpipe, his hands tried to remove her foot, but
her leg was much more powerful than his arms. As he choked, she stared
directly at him. "I could just twist my foot and snap your pathetic neck like
a twig, but I want to see you suffer! "What does it feel like having your air
cut if by such a beautiful goddess? such a beautiful foot? She applied more
and more pressure, enjoying seeing the fight drain from him, his face turning
red, purple, then blue and finally unable to move the blade, grey as the life
left his body. As his life left him, she whispered "My feet are just too
deadly for you" Lady Petra looked over at the first man, now absolutely
terrified. "You", she pointed at him, "You have a choice, serve me or these
deadly feet are going to tear you to bits"! As she said it and for no reason
other that to cause fear. She raised her leg high and sent a heel stomp
straight into the dead man's face. The CRACK was horrific. Her heel has
smashed many boards and concrete blocks, it destroyed a face with ease. Now
only one remained and he would do anything she wanted. Without question. He
was terrified. Lady Petra ordered the terrified man into a corner, pulled up a
chair and placed it directly in front of him. He was sat, backed into the
corner, nowhere to go. She sat on the chair, facing him. "Guess what I want
from you"? she said, smiling. Without awaiting an answer she added. "I want to
feel your worthless, pathetic tongue, tasting my weapons, cleaning them,
respecting them, if I feel at any time you are not giving them 100%
attention..........They will kill you" her voice changed as she issued the
threat. She lifted her left foot to his face. Her foot was nearly as big as
his face. It terrified him. His tongue started licking. "The heel first, then
work up" she barked. Her rounded heel felt hard, a human hammer. the dirt,
dust and he was sure specks of blood covered his tongue as he worshipped.
"Don't miss a spot" she reminded him as she pulled back her toes and he lapped
at the deadly ball of her foot. She angled her foot into the blade and his
tongue glided over it. After about 15 minutes cleaning she said. "Now swallow
and do the other one" and it all began again. Lady Petra needed more, how far
could she push this man. Hiw much did he fear her? She stood. Towering above
him. She reached to the bag she'd brought with her and opened it. Slowly, she
removed her black belt, then her Dobok. The man gazed at her perfect body,
every muscle, pumped after the ordeal. Out of the bag she took a bodystocking.
Black, sheer nylon, she climbed into it and pulled it over her feet, up those
long dangerous legs, over her muscular ass, and over her breasts. The stocking
was crutch less. Reaching into the bag she took out a pair of high black shoes
and she slipped them on. She was now around 6ft tall. Her powerful body looked
even more intimidating in the sheer black nylon. Lastly she took out two wine
glasses and two small bottles. She filled the glasses with the drinks from
each bottle and handed one to him. "For your dry mouth, my special wine" ..she
laughed. She sat again now in her black bodystocking. His face level with her
womanhood. "You will sip your drink when I do and dont you dare look at my
pussy, keep your eyes at my shoes. She took a sip of her drink and watched in
amusement as he did. but he dare not complain. "Suck my heel" she commanded
thrusting the 5 inches down his throat. "now the soles, I went out last night
in these, a bug got in my way, I'm sure what is left of him is on the bottom
of my shoe" she chuckled at his obvious pain and humiliation. Licking and
sucking the soles and heels of goddesses shoes. At one point she forced the
toe of the black leather shoe into his mouth. "Deeper, get it deeper" she
taunted as his eyes got wider and he gagged. "Ok drink" she took another sip
of her nice wine, he swallowed, knowing excatly where his drink was from. "You
may show respect to my legs. Start from my feet and kiss and lick up my calf
muscles, over my deadly thighs. "Once you've swallowed your drink of course"
She stood, towering above him "Oh and Stay away from my pussy", "remember I
could crush you like the bug I squashed" She relished her female power as this
broken man on his knees licked her muscles that were encased in nylon. After a
while she sat again, moving the chair closer to him. "get your legs under the
chair" the chair pinned his legs together, Lady Petra slide the chair level
with the mans face, her long, dangerous legs open, her womanhood, right by his
face. His gaze still downwards. "Your goddess needs pleasure, You may
look...Do not touch, look, drool, how much do you want to taste Goddesses
honey"? His face was inches from her pussy, she had him right where she wanted
him. She could see the hunger in his eyes. She owned him. She reached into her
bag again and took out a large black toy. "Hmmm do I use this or your pathetic
tongue"? The fear in his face was obvious. He started whimpering, begging to
taste her. "Slowly, kiss me" his lips kissed her moist pussy, she was feeling
hot now and horny, knowing how her body could create pain, death or pleasure
was intoxicating. "Lick it"...... "Stop"..... "lick this. make it wet for me"
She held the fake cock by her pussy and watched him obey, licking the shaft of
her toy, wetting it. "Good, now watch". She switched it on and it whirred and
vibrates, she played with the outer edge of her pussy, watching this man in
absolute agony. She lifted her right foot to his throat and forced his head
back tight to the corner of the wall her heel digging into his throat. The toy
inched deeper and deeper into her pussy, making her groan with pleasure.
Seeing a grown man pinned to the wall by her black leather shoe added to her
pleasure. She thrust it in and out several times, coating the black toy with
white pleasure juices. Eventually realesing his neck and telling him to clean
the toy..... She watched his tongue lap her juices off the fake cock. "How
very humiliating for you" she exclaimed. When it was clean, she dropped it
into her bag.... "Now...EAT ME" She commanded. "Get to it, I want to cum on
your worthless tongue". For the next few minutes he licked, sucked and drank
her like a man possessed. His only thought was to make sure he pleasures this
Superior being. This Goddess. She came a shuddering orgasm. Then her words put
him in his place. "Finish your drink now.....all of it" He took a deep breath
then swallowed down the rest of the wine she had prepared for him, she smiled.
As he drank, she told him that earlier that day a REAL man, her stud had made
love to her. Pleasured her. Something he would never be worthy of. His face
was a picture, the realisation that he had cleaned up a Goddess after a stud.
He was broken. reduced to a quivering wreck. "How did he taste"? she taunted.
Smiling cruelly. She stood. moved the chair aside and backed up a few feet.
"Get up" she commanded. In her heels she still stood taller than him. "I
enjoyed our little session, but do you know what I enjoyed most"? she asked.
He shook his head. "Killing", she replied. "Feeling my beautiful body
destroying your 2 friends. Causing the ultimate result possible. Taking their
lives, THAT gave me the most pleasure"! and now, I'm afraid it's your time" He
was only momentarily aware of the leather sole as it crashed into his face
from the side. Her flexibility was extraordinary. A nylon covered leg, powered
her foot in an arc, a crescent kick. The sole and heel smashed his face. He
grabbed onto the chair, barely conscious on the way down, only to see her
raise her leg high.....almost vertical. Then it came down on him. The AXE.
Lady Petra screamed KIAHHHH as she dropped the axe onto his shoulder and neck,
her heel cracking his bones as it powered downwards. The chair he held onto
collapsed under the incredible force. He looked up, tears in his eyes, his
face battered and torn. The coup de grace....the final hit. " With shoes, or
with my bare foot" she thought. Slowly she removed her shoes, slipping her
weapons out, one at a time. her bright red toenails visible through the black
nylon. The man, broken, beaten and used, pleaded for his life. Petra picked up
her shoes, as she turned away from him, she spun, whipping her right leg
around, the hard sole of her foot, slapped his face with force, instantly
knocking him out. "Hiw did that taste"? she exclaimed. Not expecting any
answer from the unconscious man, sprawled at her feet. " Maybe we can play
again" ! She said as she walked out of the building, picking up her bag as she
left carrying her leather shoes. THE END.