Lisa teaches Dean to respect her legs




Thanks to a fan that was so taken with Lisa he sent in these two
stories....(You know who you are) !

The continuing stories of lethal Lisa.....

Lisa drove calmly through the city in her Porsche 911. All the guys who drove
Porsches would try and spin their wheels up to try to show what good drivers
they were, but she didn't need to do that. She was calm and confident and knew
that if it came to proving who was the better driver, most men would have no
chance against her. She loved cars and respected them and knew exactly where
the limits were. She was a skilled driver, but she also had a killer instinct
that very few men could ever match.

The problem for most men was that you could never tell all that from her
looks.... Gorgeous with an exquisite figure and the most fabulous athletic
legs. Her face was very beautiful, but not an aggressive look. Lisa's face was
more, elegant, almost playful and of course, most men thought that made it
easy for them to take advantage of her. Most men never seemed to take the time
to look closely into her eyes and those few that did always had to look away
if she happened to be in a bad mood when they looked deep into those seductive
eyes.

What they saw was her extreme self control, her ambition and a determination
that bordered on the extreme. She could beat most men in a car race, but what
none of the men could ever imagine was that she could also beat the shit out
of most men, leaving them a quivering wreck at her stunning female feet! Lisa
kept her body in very good shape and was now mastering kick boxing techniques,
just for fun on top of the black belts she had already earned. Lisa was a
really fun-loving girl who every one loved to be around and certainly she did
not go looking for trouble, but if a man failed to show her the proper
respect, he would be shocked at the level of cruelty she could inflict on him.

She drove off as the lights turned green and watched in the car mirror as a
dark Audi estate came screeching up behind her. The guy behind the wheel was
trying to catch her and would cut across all the other cars so that he could
stick his nose right up behind Lisa's bumper. She was a little worried that he
was not in complete control of his car and she definitely didn't like the idea
of him hitting her car. At the next lights he pulled up and motioned her to
wind the window down. He was really full of himself and joked about her
driving her boyfriend's car. He was a little surprised when she told him it
was her car and then did a perfectly controlled burn-out leaving the Audi dead
behind her. At the next lights he said , "#hey we should go for a coffee right
now - I know just the right place for a girl like you - follow me!"

Lisa was not so impressed with the "#Girl like you" comment, but the guy was
quite cute and if he turned out to be an arsehole, she'd just leave him alone
in the cafe. She followed him for about 10 minutes as they past one cafe after
another and they now seemed to be heading out of town. They drove into a
street full of houses and Lisa started to think that maybe this guy had more
in mind than just a coffee...

He came over and flopped his body against the Porsche's door, which really
pissed her off, but decided to stay calm, at least for now.

"#I thought you wanted a coffee, but we passed so many cafes...?", said Lisa.

"#Listen, I have the most expensive coffee machine money can buy... even the
professional ones are no match for mine".

God, he really does love himself, Lisa thought! "#How do you expect me to try
your amazing coffee if you don't even let me out of my car...?" He gave her a
funny look as if to say she had no right to speak to him like that and
although he moved his body off her car, he made no attempt to open her door.
Lisa made note of that, but decided she would tease him a little as she slid
out of her 911...

The first thing he saw were the pointed tips of her black leather stiletto
ankle boots, but he had to wait a very long time before the full length of her
painfully long sharp heels had left the car and embedded themselves in the
pavement. His mouth physically dropped open as her amazing legs slowly and
seductively stretched out of her sports car. He could not help himself as the
word "#Shit!" dropped from his lips as he stared at the perfectly smooth black
nylon that wrapped itself all over Lisa's perfectly toned muscles as the light
danced across her calves, over her pointed knee and up over her "#murder"
beautiful thighs. The sheen of her Wolfords caught the light as she stood up
to reveal a really short skirt. He was speechless! She followed him to the
house, but made sure each heel made the loudest click possible with every
step. She knew this would turn him on, but at the same time, if the guy got
funny with her, each heel sound was a warning of the damage those heels could
do if she decided to use them against him.

He was going crazy! He could hear her heels but could not see those fabulous
legs that had left him so speechless, but inside his head he had the wicked
idea that very soon those legs would be wrapped around him as he drove his
manhhod deep inside her...! He would take her right here in the hallway as
soon as he had closed the door.

Lisa had no idea what his name was and it seemed like he had no intension of
telling her. She looked down at the post thown onto the hallway table and
could make out the name "#Dean" but before she could read his family name she
was thrust against the wall. What the hell was going on?? She could feel his
hands running up her magnificent nyloned legs, trying to push under her dark
skirt. Lisa twisted round and pushed him away, but he tried harder to push her
against the wall.

"#Come on, you know you want it and I'm going to give it to you!", he spat.

Lisa struggled harder and managed to push him back against the other side of
the hallway. He was blocking her way to the door so Lisa made for the kitchen
- maybe there was a door out into the garden and she could escape that way.
She was still trying to find an easy way out of this situation without any
trouble, but already, wicked ideas started to run through her mind. If he was
going to get rough with her, then she had a few ideas of her own that would
make him so sorry to have ever met her, let alone lay his hands on her! Lisa
was only half inside the kitchen when he grabbed her arm and shouted, "#where
the fuck do you think you are going, bitch!? I haven't fininshed with you yet
- get back here!"

Lisa pulled against him and he was surprised how strong she was as he failed
to pull her out of the kitchen. He lashed out with his other hand and smacked
her beautiful face... Oh shit! He had no idea what he had just done... her
expression changed instantly and he saw for the first time the eyes of a women
that was getting ready to beat the living shit out of him. He could sense this
change and dropped her arm. He stood back and stared at her ankle length high
heeled boots, her Wolford encased, incredible legs and then her short dark
skirt. The shortness of the skirt meant her gorgeous legs where on full show.
The nylon was not completely black, but Lisa's favorite - the colour was
called "Nearly Black" and was from the Neon 40 range from Wolford. The
material was slightly thicker than normal, but the smoothness and sheen was so
sensual and sexy that Lisa would feel her inner juices start to flow just by
looking at her own legs! Of course, what was now going through her mind was
not only how great her legs looked, but how she was now going to use them to
completely destroy this stupid arrogant fool who had dared to hit her. She
felt so relaxed and calm and knew exactly what to do. Her sports training
meant her body was in perfect shape and she knew that her recent Kick boxing
training would make it easy for her to send her black boots smashing into his
face even though he was taller than her. That was the image that kept rushing
through her mind ... seeing her boots flying into his face, kick after kick.
She could imagine her boots spraying his blood across the wall as she
delivered a perfectly timed roundhouse kick to his head. God she was starting
to feel really "horny" just imagining the kicks. "Just imagine how I will feel
when I actually kick him!", she thought. The more he looked at her, the more
he desired her. But her legs would be his killer as even now when he wanted to
grab her and force her to have sex with him, he could not take his eyes off
Lisa's amazingly shaped muscles under the "nearly black" nylon. The shine
showed every form and every tension in her muscles and the way her small,
sharp, elegant knees forced themselves against the nylon made his cock so
hard. He had never seen such beautiful legs, but what he didn't realize was
that the very same shapes in Lisa's legs that made him so aroused also showed
how well trained and strong her legs were and in the next few moments he would
find out just how much damage that beauty would do to him! He managed to tear
his eyes away from her legs for a moment, looking up to see her slim waist
then a white blouse, cut just in the right places to show off her figure. It
was a thin blouse, he could see her black bra and make out her stunning
breasts. "Oh God!", he gasped. She wore little make up, she really didn't need
any, just a subtle shade of pink lipstick. As he then looked into her deep
sensuous eyes, a shiver went down his spine! Gone was that innocent look he
saw at the traffic lights. Lisa held him in a steel glare and she could
already see that he was not so sure of himself anymore. Lisa looked down at
her own glorious long legs as she twisted her ankles and rubbed her thighs
together. He could hear the nylon hiss like poisonous snakes - warning him
that this was his last chance to escape. Lisa rubbed her hands very, very
slowly across her thighs and at the same time a wicked smirk radiated across
her stunning face. She could see that he was already becoming weak against her
charms. She moved her legs slightly and watched as the light danced and flowed
all down her "electric" legs. She was amazed by how little she needed to move
her legs to create such a breath-taking effect. She pushed her hand under her
skirt and stared straight into his eyes. His cock was so massively hard now
and he just couldn't stop himself from letting out a little whimper like a
hurt puppy dog as her cold stare tore right through him!

"Shit!" thought Lisa. "This is going to be so easy. A second ago I was the
hunted and just by moving my legs a little, he has become so weak that I am
now the huntress. I could take him down with just three kicks and he'd be in
hospital, but I want some proper fun with him. I want to make him really
suffer. I want him begging me to stop. I want him on the floor beneath my
"murder" boots and my killer legs, crying like a baby!"

She stepped closer to him, he took a step backwards, BANG! OUCH! He stepped
back into the fridge, she laughed, "Oh, I can see how much you like my legs,
but I can't blame you - they are simply magnificent, aren't they!? What a
shame ... if you had behaved like a Gentleman, you could have had these legs
... had them wrapped around your face as you go down on me, but now these legs
will HAVE YOU! They will make you wish you were never born as they send you to
hell! I will crush your cock beneath my boot and stomp it into the floor. I
will fucking destroy you! Do you understand!??... Deeeean!", she said very
sarcastically!

"Fuck you bitch! I'm a man ... I'm much stronger than you! Do you think you
have even the slightest chance against me!?"

Lisa pushed hard against him and whispered into his ear, "You poor pathetic
little thing ... even if you were as strong as Vitali Klitschko, the boxer,
you would still be at my feet begging for mercy ... you know why? Because
behind my pretty little face I can be the hardest bitch you will ever meet and
each time I hurt you, it just makes me so fucking "horny" that I will never
want to stop!! I want to play ... !" Her smile broadened THUD! OOWWWHHH! Her
clenched fist slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Dean was
stunned by her action and fell forward as he tried to catch his breath. CRACK!
ARRRHHHH! Lisa's pointed knee shot up into his groin, dropping the arrogant
man to his knees as he tried to overcome the pain that this beautiful woman
had just inflicted on him so quickly. SMACK! Her fist collided with the side
of his face. Dean's head spun "Oh what's wrong Deeeean?" Even in his confused
state he could hear the unmistakable sarcastic tone in her voice. OOOWWWW! She
grabbed a hand full of his hair "Didn't like my knee?? Were you hoping more
for this?" she pulled his face against her gorgeous leg. "God that felt good",
thought Dean as he tried to appreciate that soft warm flesh, how good it felt,
he turned his head so he could place his lips against it "Oh no you don't ...
!" AARRRHHHH! She yanked his head away sharply. WHACK! Her thigh slammed into
the side of his head "did you think I would actually let you kiss me?" He was
unable to answer her as he fell to the floor, her boot followed up crashing
into his ribs WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Dean coughed and spluttered as he lay there
on the floor. This girl, this beautiful girl, had hit him, knocked him down,
teased him and had now put him on the floor 'was this really happening?'
CRACK! Another boot, this time to his ribs told him that 'yes this was really
happening, and it bloody hurt!' "Please ... What are ... " She grabbed him by
his hair again and pulled him sharply upwards AAARRRHHHH! "Don't say please,
it won't help you now" she pulled him up onto his feet THUD! A sharp blow as
her knee drove deep into his chest driving the man backwards against the
kitchen units. He shook his head to try and clear it but WHACK! Lisa's
stiletto heeled boot slammed into the side of his head, Dean stumbled against
the worktop CRACK! Another high kick as her other foot smashed into the other
side of his head, again Dean stumbled against the worktop. SMACK! She again
sent her boot high into the side of his poor confused head. He grabbed onto a
draw handle to prevent himself from returning to the floor. Lisa grabbed
Dean's arm, turned and threw the bewildered man clean over her shoulder, this
time Dean returned to the floor with a heavy THUD! 'Huh!' Dean shot up onto
his knees, some inbuilt mechanism kicked in, he was so confused, hadn't a clue
what was happening, he had that 'Rabbit in the headlights' look about him.
OOOOWWWHHH! A pair of strong legs slammed round his head. It slowly started to
come back to him. He had brought this girl back to his house to have sex with
her, but somehow she had overpowered him, attacked him and now he seemed
completely unable to stop her. He grabbed hold of the legs that had put him in
this dangerous position, only to have his hands grabbed and pulled viciously
backwards ARRRHHHHH! She didn't even give him the chance to feel those
exquisite nylons against her perfect legs ... Lisa, sat in a chair behind the
kneeling Dean, she took hold of his hands, pulling his arms up and backwards,
holding him there. Her strong legs wrapped around his head, he saw her feet
come together and cross over, the pressure and pain increased. She held him
there applying the pressure until she thought he had had enough, then she
applied even more pressure. She was cutting off his air and even though he now
could feel the smooth surface of her nyloned legs, he had no chance to enjoy
the feeling as he was literally battling for his life as Lisa's legs tightened
around his neck and he felt his head loosing all sensation. Eventually Lisa
released him. Breathless, Dean dropped to the floor, his body twitched as he
tried to gain some kind of control over it. It seemed to take forever, but
finally, Dean had managed to regain some basic movement, he began to crawl.
Crawl away from the kitchen away from her, to get away. A slow painful crawl,
then he managed to summon some strength and get up on all fours, he dragged
himself out of the kitchen and stumbled up the stairs. It took all his
strength to get to the top and then collapsed in a heap.

"Oh you're not going anywhere are you, we've hardly started!" Her voice sent
the coldest of shivers down the man's spine. She was making fun of him and now
he knew that she could really hurt him. He was scared that she might even kill
him. That dominant look in her eyes seemed to say that she had no mercy in her
soul at all. Even though he was now really scared of her, his cock was still
massively hard. This made him feel even worse, so humiliated. He was the
hunter - he should take her, but here he was, lying destroyed on the floor.
Beaten by her, TAKEN DOWN by her as if he were a little child. It had been so
easy for her. He wanted to start crying because of the shame!

He heard her boots coming up the stairs behind him and then felt the stinging
agony as her heels speared into his back as she walked right over him,
smashing her boot into his head as she stepped off him and onto the floor. He
clenched his eyes shut tight as he screamed, but when he opened them again,
there, right in front of him, stood Lisa's "murder" sexy black leather,
stiletto heeled ankle boots. "What on earth would she do next" he worried ...
!?

Lisa crouched down so that her knees were just in front of his face. With
that, she placed her hand under his chin, tipping his head back, then raised
her arm up high ... CRACK! ... she smashed her elbow down right into his face!
Dean's head slumped instantly back to the floor. The pain was like thunder
rolling all around the inside of his head. Those boots soon appeared in front
of his watery eyes again, the tips turning his head over so that he was
looking right up at Lisa, now towering high above him. Her eyes were cold and
piercing, but she had a seriously sexy smirk on her face ... She raised her
boot so he could see the tips of her heels high above his face. His thoughts
rushed all around his head ... "surely she would not stab me with her heels!?
Even this cruel woman would never do that would she?" He had no more time to
imagine how painful it would be if she stamped her heels into his face, as
right at that moment, he was treated to the full spectacle of pain that her
heels could deliver as she really did stamp her heel right into his face,
once, twice, three times ... he felt blood running down his cheek ... !

Lisa stepped back just at the moment Dean was expecting more pain. He was
surprised and forced his head up to see where she was. She stood to one side
of him, hands on hips, pointing one leg forward like a dancer, then, SMASH!...
her boot rocketed into his face. She pulled him up onto his knees, tugging on
the back of his hair to force his face up to look at her. A small blob of spit
was forming on her lips and when it could no longer defeat gravity it dropped
into one of his eyes. Then a second dropped into his other eye. He couldn't
see properly and certainly didn't see Lisa pull her leg back only to send her
killer destroyer knee smashing full speed into his face. She held his hair
tight so that Dean couldn't fall and smashed her knee into his face another
four times! Dean was nearly unconscious. Still holding him, she kicked his
balls with all her might, the pointy boot tips mashing his baby makers again
and again. Finally Lisa pushed his head violently down toward the floor.

Lisa's boot drew back again, this time as far as she could possibly take it,
as it then EXPLODED, SMASH!! Driving through his face, sending him slithering
and tumbling head first back down the stairs. Lisa giggled, "Oh, Dean you'll
have to be more careful, you could do yourself an injury falling down the
stairs ... then there'd be nothing left for me to break and that would spoil
all my fun! You wouldn't want me to be disappointed, would you now!?" She was
taking the piss out of him, taunting him as much as she was beating the living
shit out of him. This shame was more than he could take. He would be so happy
if her next kick just killed him so that he could escape this humiliation ...
!

His soul raged with pain; his face cut and bruised, his body pulsating with
agony. How on earth could he get out of this? Crumpled at the foot of the
stairs, he gazed up to see this magnificent young woman expertly placing one
boot in front of the other as she made her way down toward him. He was
transfixed as he gazed at the sheen on her nylons as her legs got ever closer
to him. Lisa was walking down at quite a pace and it looked as if she wouldn't
be able to stop in time as she got closer to him. Sure enough, as she got
within a few steps, she elegantly pulled back her leg and lashed out, driving
the tip of her black leather ankle boot right into and through his face. The
flow of her movement continued and guided her leg down two steps at once so
that her heel landed right between his legs in the space where the top of his
thigh connected to his balls - smack in the middle of the joint. Dean's
screams where chilling and horrific but this only seemed to make Lisa even
more happy as she let out a little giggle, seeing him in such agony!

Lisa curled her arm around his chin and brutally yanked his head back and
upward. Dean had no choice but to follow the motion and helped pull himself up
to avoid Lisa breaking his neck. As he began to fall back down toward the
floor, Lisa stuck her knee out so that Dean fell with his back impaled on her
pointy feminine nylon covered knee. Again he screamed as if all hell had been
unleashed against him! She then dragged him easily into the living room and
threw him across the floor. He was shocked at how easily Lisa was able to
destroy him. Lisa saw this in his face and smirked at the defeated look on his
face and couldn't help but feel sorry for him as not only was she beating the
living hell out of him, but she was making him harder with every kick!

Lisa's boot found his stomach again and again, firing her boot in as deep as
she could. UUHFF, SMASH, CRAAAACK ... "oh that must have been a rib ... how
careless of me, I was aiming for your stomach!"

She dragged him up onto his shaky feet ... "I'm certainly not finished with
you yet..!"

He could hardly speak, but managed to force a few sounds out of his battered
mouth ... "Ple..e a ... se, plea ... se, please stop - I beg you!"

That was exactly what Lisa wanted to hear and now her juices were raging
through her body. The man was now properly defeated. He knew he could not beat
her. She had destroyed him completely so the rest was just pure cruelty and
Lisa would show him exactly how cruel she could really be. When she was
finished with him, he would be in hospital for a month ... ! She caressed her
legs, feeling the evil, wicked, sexy smoothness of the Neon 40, "Nearly Black"
... her hands running all over her thighs and up deep inside her short skirt.
She was preparing for her final assault ... !

WHACK! ARRRHHHH! Her knees shot straight into his groin. Dean staggered
backwards CRACK! She let loose with a harsh swivel kick, knocking him again
backwards. "Oh God that was orgasmic Dean ... do you have any idea how hot
kicking you makes me feel ... !?" WHACK! Another killer kick to his head ...
There came a point where he could just take no more ... WHACK! Her fist
connected with Dean's jaw sending him sprawling backwards, slamming into the
settee; a crushed man lying there, defeated by this nylon legged, stiletto
heeled goddess!

Lisa walked back to the hallway and brought her handbag back with her. She
pulled out a pair of used nylons that she kept just in case she put a run in
her favorite ones, but she was now going to use them to humiliate Dean even
more. She managed to get him to stand up with his back to the living room door
and wrapped the nylons tightly around his throat. She then passed one of the
nylon legs over the top of the door and tied it around the door handle on the
other side. She then pulled hard on the nylons to choke Dean, leaving him no
room to move. If his head dropped down, the nylon would cut into his throat
and strangle him ... he had to stay exactly where she had put him ...

"This bit, I'm really going to enjoy Dean ... do you know what I'm going to do
to you now? See these legs; the ones you can't take your eyes off ... well
they are going to smash your face left and right as I practice my kickboxing
on you. Even though I am a beginner at kick boxing, so far, no one has been
able to withstand my powerful kicks, no matter how much experience they have.
My teacher says it's my aggression that makes me so good, but why don't I let
you find out for yourself huh!!??" SMASH ... ! a roundhouse with her left
boot, then it was her right boot slamming into his broken face. Dean wanted to
drop but couldn't as Lisa's nylons were holding him prisoner. Lisa knew this
and just kept kicking the living daylights out of him ... SLAM! ... another
kick sliced across his face, this time the heel cutting into his cheek. Lisa
then twisted away from him with her back facing him, then bent down in a low
crouch before firing her left leg up high and smashing the sole of her ankle
boot deep into his face. SMASH, WHOOSH! CRACK! ... the kicks just kept coming!

Dean was now ready to pass out and wanted to fall to the floor just wishing he
was dead. Lisa had kicked him so hard that his blood had splattered all over
the white walls. When Lisa saw this, it drove her crazy. She had never felt so
alive and so "Horny". She felt like she could rule the world. She probably
could, but there was one world she had completely destroyed today ... Dean's
world ... He was married and the house belonged to his wife. How the hell was
he going to explain this to his wife? The whole kitchen and living room was
trashed, but much worse would be if his wife knew another woman was involved,
especially one as stunning as Lisa. Dean was always cheating on his wife and
always got away with it, but he had really picked the wrong woman this time
... he was in desperate trouble ... !!

"Just look what terrible damage my sexy little black leather ankle boots have
done to you! Do you like the sound of that? ... sexy little black leather
ankle boots" , repeated Lisa slowly and deliberately. "The same fucking boots
that have almost killed you and you know what, the last kick might just do
that!"

She positioned him right against the door and grabbed hold of his right hand,
pulling it tight toward her. She swung her right leg over the top of his arm
so that it was trapped under her leg. Lisa looked deep into his eyes as she
raised her leg up to stretch the nylon and to watch his reaction when he
noticed the white highlights running down her gossamer thigh as she positioned
her leg just so that it caught the maximum glare from the lights. Again, poor
Dean's cock was aching as he stared at her thighs, but now, with her leg
poised high above his arm, he could see right up her skirt. Right between her
legs where he thought he would be today; making love to her. Instead, here he
was, at the full mercy of these amazing legs. He would be so happy if Lisa's
legs just let him live. Having said that, he thought maybe it was better if
her last kick killed him; that way, he would escape the excruciating pain!

It was clear what was coming next as Lisa extended her leg right back, primed
and ready for attack. Her leg exploded into his face with her shin destroying
what was still recognizable as Dean's face. She pulled her leg back almost as
quick as it had come and repeated the devastating smash right into the middle
of his face. Cocked like the trigger of a gun, her leg fired into Dean's face
again, but the next time, BANG!!, it was the point of her boot that drilled
deep into his flesh as she dropped his hand and Dean had no other option but
to drop his head, unconscious! Lisa was at least kind enough to undo the
nylons so they didn't strangle him to death! More blood now covered the wall.
Lisa had watched it splatter with each kick and could no longer control her
inner feelings - she was so ready to pleasure herself as she saw just how much
of Dean's blood had been robbed from him by her vicious boots ... ! She wiped
the red smear on her boots off on his shirt as she looked down at the arrogant
unconscious male at her feet. This was the strongest feeling she had ever had
and for sure wanted to have these feelings again. She wanted to destroy Dean
again so she took a piece of paper from her bag and wrote that she liked to go
to a certain club and that if he wanted to see her again, that's where he
could find her. She tucked it inside his jeans.

She was under no illusions that Dean had learnt his lessons. It was more
likely he would come with friends and try to beat her up using their help, but
that would make no difference to Lisa. They only needed to take one look at
her "murder" gorgeous legs and all of them would be her victims. What a
fantastic idea ... "Oh fuck, you gorgeous little killer mistress you", she
said to herself. "There can only be one thing better than destroying ONE man
and that is destroying LOADS of them all at the same time ... !!

She was really hoping Dean was stupid enough to come after her again ... !