Dean tries to take revenge on Lisa after his beating

Part 2


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.....

When Dean finally woke up, he was absolutely horrified! The kitchen was badly
messed up, but the living room made him shiver as he looked at the destroyed
room, but the thing that shocked and scared him the most, were the blood
stains on the wall!

His head was still very hazy and he couldn't really think what had just
happened, but slowly, flashbacks forced their way back into his mind...

... He wished they hadn't...! He remembered the glorious sight of Lisa's
incredible legs and then the sight of her boot slamming into his face. Again
and again, all he could see were her legs and her boots destroying him,
breaking his body, breaking his spirit and finally breaking his macho will
power. He felt so humiliated and angry. How could she, a mere girl, cause so
much damage to Dean, a womanizing Alpha dominant male? He felt anything but
dominant. He felt ashamed of himself, but his cock stiffened to a painful
hardness when the flashbacks reminded him of the brutally evil, stunning,,
amazing killer shiny nylons that encased Lisa's deadly legs. Very soon, that
was all he could see in his mind - her nyloned legs... he stroked himself,
having no control whatsoever over what he was doing.

This made him feel even worse. How the hell could he wank himself after
everything Lisa had done to him? His mind was on a journey that was both new
to him and repulsive. He didn't yet know it, but it was the start of a steady
fall under her erotic dominant spell that would finally bring him to his
complete destruction. It was only when his feelings started to return to his
broken body that the full extent of her brutal destruction became clear. The
pain was absolutely unbearable. His face, his ribs, every part of his body was
in trauma - it was total agony!

This made him focus on exactly where he was at that moment and he immediately
thought how he could explain this to his wife. A moment of inspiration sent
him outside to smash a window to make it look as if someone had broken in.
That was the last thing he could remember. He opened his eyes to a clean
clinical white-walled room... he was in hospital.

The doctor told him he was very lucky he had no brain damage as the beatings
to his head and face were really severe. The doctor asked what had happened,
but Dean faked memory loss. There was no way he could tell the doctor the
truth! The doctor was concerned about the hole pierced through Dean's face and
told Dean to expect that the scar would probably remain for the rest of his
life. He'd have to figure out a way to explain that to his wife, but as things
stood, it looked like he'd have plenty of time on his hands in hospital to
come up with some excuse. All the other injuries would mend but it would be at
least two months before he could get back to a full normal life.

Even though the visions of Lisa still made him rock hard, he swore he would
get his revenge...

Lisa was a friend of the surgeon looking after Dean so she got the full story
of how bad his injuries were. She said she was a really good friend of Dean's
and would love to visit him. The doctor told her he was not allowed to see
anyone at the moment until his condition had improved, but just this once, he
would turn a blind eye and let her see him. He figured the sight of a
beautiful woman in his room couldn't do any harm...!

Dean's eyes were closed, but there was no mistaking the click, click, click
sound of Lisa's heels on the hard floor. He could smell her fragrance too and
his heart began to pound right out of his chest.

"#Oh Dean, just look at the sight of you - you look like you've been hit by a
train! I bet you never ever dreamt that my legs and my boots could do this to
you when you saw me at the traffic lights, did you!? Three broken ribs,
crushed knee cap, cracked jaw bone, dislocated shoulder, a nose that will need
to be surgically rebuilt because it's so mashed up, cuts every where and one
that will leave a scar on your face for ever, not to mention severe concussion
and before I forget... two bollocks the size of footballs and the colour of my
"#murder" Nearly Black nylons! Do you remember them? I bet you do...!!! I know
you can hear me even though you pretend you can't, but I just wanted to let
you know how much I adorded destroying you - completely fucking you over!!
I'll never forget that last kick that sprayed your blood all over your very
own living room wall and sent you into unconscious oblivion! It makes me wet
just thinking about it!

Does it make you hard Dean, does it? Listening to me reminding you how I
fucked you over with my black stiletto leather ankle boots and my incredible
legs?! Do you want to see them again? I bet you do... so listen... when you
are back on your feet again, why don't you and I "#play" with each other
again? I told you the club I like to go to, well I prefer wednesdays as there
are not too many people there and it means we can "#play" without being
disturbed...!"

Dean hated her even more now. "#This bitch will really suffer. I'll take a
friend with me and together we'll put her in hospital. She'll wish she was
never born!", thought Dean as he listened to her heels clicking out the door.

He was shaking all over his body, - "#how the fuck did she know where to find
me and how the hell did she get in when my wife isn't even allowed to visit!?"
Lisa had not only destroyed his body, but was now penetrating his mind, just
as her heel had sliced through his face. Lisa had turned Dean into a physical
and mental wreck!

Weeks later, Dean had made his plans - Lisa was going down....!

Lisa could not believe the vision smirking back at her in the mirror...! She
had never looked so sexy and that was really saying something! She wasn't sure
how many Dean would bring with him, but she was sure it would be at least two
or three. Her outfit was an insurance policy and as she looked, transfixed by
a vision of female perfection, she knew no man could resist her, even if he'd
been sent to beat her up!

Her ultra-short tight fitting purple stretch dress hugged every curve of her
perfectly trained body. She had been working out over the last few months and
had perfected some of the kicks she wanted to use tonight. The dress was cut
out at the sides, revealing the gorgeous sun tan from her recent holiday in
Crete. The cut out also revealed a black leather strap that passed round her
thin waiste and which connected to the two leather straps that hung round her
elegant neck and ran down, disappearing under the top of the strapless dress.
They popped out of a slit just below her breasts before disappearing again,
heading south towards her pussy. They passed between her legs before returning
north again to join up around her neck. Every slight movement caused the
straps to rub against her clit and Lisa knew that every time she kicked her
legs up high, the straps would kiss and massage the very centre of her
feminity! Every kick would rub her closer to orgasm...!

Jet black, merciless, shimmering sin is what greeted her eyes when she glanced
down at her own legs! She wore Wolford Neon 40s again, but this time the
deepest shade of black you can imagine. The nylon pushed the thin leather
straps tight inside her crack so that even when she just walked normally, she
was in ecstasy! Finally her shoes.... Black of course; pumps with an ankle
strap, but with a heel that could kill a man just by looking at it! Impossibly
high, but still elegant and painfully sharp. The last 5cm were steel and Lisa
knew exactly what these killers would penetrate tonight... when she had
finished with Dean's friends tonight, they would no longer be technically men
at all!!

The club was not at all busy, but the two men kept well away from Lisa. She
was disappointed... "#Only two of them? Do they think I am so weak that only
two of them can take me? Arrogant little shits. Dean should know better or has
he already forgotten how I so easily destroyed him? Well, he'll never forget
tonight - the stupid arsehole!", she thought.

Lisa tried to dance, but everytime she moved, the leather straps between her
legs massaged her swelling clit. If she wasn't careful, she would loose her
own self control and she wasn't going to give the two men any chance to take
advantage of her. It would be her doing all the "#taking" tonight...! It was
time, so she slipped out the fire exit into a dimly lit alley way behind the
club. There was only one light bulb in the whole alley, but it was more than
enough to make her mesmerizing nylons shine. Shivers of light ran down her
toned thighs, cascading all the way down her long elegant legs. She still
couldn't believe how sexy they looked. She almost couldn't blame any man for
being seduced by them - they were pure perfection! The last two months of work
outs had crafted Lisa's legs into something the Gods couldn't even imagine.
Her mind wandered back to her holiday and the Greek temples with those stories
of Apollo and all the other Gods creating the legends that led to today's male
domination of society. She couldn't help think that poor Apollo would have no
chance whatsoever against her if he happened to bump into her today and been
confronted with her stunning legs in these obscenely erotic nylons...! Just
like all other males, he'd be no match for her, even if he was meant to be a
God!!

Her mind return quickly to this dark night in 2011 as she saw the two men
approaching up the alley way.

"#So this is the bitch is it? Well this will be no trouble at all. Her against
the two of us... she'll fold after two punc...h...es..."

Dean's mate was full of bravado when he started his sentence, but his words
trailed off as he took in the full site of the incredible vision in front of
him. Lisa picked up on it straight away... "#Oh yes, this one's dead
already...! He just can't take his eyes of me and look at him glaring at my
legs! Dean should have brought a gay friend because this one's gonna be no
help to him at all!", pondered Lisa.

The boom from the club was still quite loud outside and the pulsing rhythm
beat between her legs and together with the leather strap massaging her
womanhood, Lisa was almost in a trance. She stepped slowly toward them,
feeling the straps stroking her beneath her clinging stretch dress. The men
stopped dead and watched as Lisa crossed one leg over the other, running her
hand down her thigh and up just under her dress, before withdrawing it with a
school girl-like giggle. Dean's friend couldn't stop staring at Lisa's legs.
He had never seen a more perfect pair of legs! He was losing his concentration
- a fatal error...!

"#Aren't they just magnificent? But it's no good just looking at them is it?
Why don't you come and feel them?" His face dropped in horror... he was here
to beat her up, did she have no idea that they would really hurt her. Surely
she must know? He froze rigid.

She stepped closer to him as Dean backed away. Lisa took his hand and placed
it on her thigh. He gasped and pulled it back instantly. Lisa's expression was
one of disappointment replaced by encouragement. Dean's friend put his hand
carefully back on her thigh, but watched her eyes the whole time.

"#Feel all the way down. Feel the smooth denier, feel my toned muscles. Can
you imagine how it would feel to have these legs wrapped around you... can
you??"

He followed Lisa's orders and now dropped his eyes to take in the full effect
of the jet black sheen covering her legs. Dean was horrified... "#What the
fuck are you doing Phil? You know why we are here - don't let the bitch
distract you whatever you do!"

"#Ahh, Phil is it? Well Phil, I wouldn't listen to him, he's just jealous and
he'll be even more jealous when you start kissing them - go on, press your
lips against my legs and gently kiss them. I think you are going to be fucked
tonight, don't you Phil and he'll just have to watch...!"

Phil had lost his mind completely now and was doing exactly as Lisa said. Dean
was bursting with anger as he knew exactly what was coming. He screamed at his
mate again, but Phil was lost between Lisa's dark seductive nylon leggy trap.

"#Oh yes, that's excellent! Feeling your lips and tongue on my thighs, but why
don't you go higher. I want you to place gentle little kisses right here..."
Lisa pointed right between the very centre of her legs and Phil obeyed. "#You
know what really makes me hot... Plilllll...", said Lisa mockingly. "#I love
it when a man fucks my legs. Get your trousers off and wipe your cock all over
these stunning legs before you slide it between my calves and pump against my
nylons for all you're worth!"

Dean just couldn't believe how much nerve she had and even less, how stupid
Phil was, to be seduced by her. "#Phil, don't listen to the stupid cow, she'll
beat the shit out of you if you let her... get the fuck up!"

"#Oh come on Dean, what are you talking about? She's just a girl. I could take
her on my own. I just want a bit of fun with her before I smash her face in!"
He smiled up at Lisa as he said this and she smiled back. She then launched a
cruel brutal glare toward Dean. He knew Phil was already history...

Phil was aching to cum as he felt the smooth nylon caressing his bulging cock.
Lisa pushed his head between her legs as he crouched down to slip his cock
between her calves. It was pure bliss... After a few seconds, Lisa then
crossed her legs, trapping his cock hard between her calves. The sensation
changed as the Neon 40 started to burn and hurt his member. Lisa squeezed
harder and as Phil tried to pull away, she pressed his head harder into her
nylons. What a bizarre sight - a man trapped between a gorgeous girl's legs,
his cock thrusting between her calves and his head forced back by her pussy,
almost breaking his back. He looked like a perverted koala bear humping a tree
branch! Dean was panicking... any moment now, he was sure Lisa would strike
and sure enough her look of cruel contempt pierced right through his eyes,
burning a hole right through his skull.

Lisa pulled Phil's head back, forcing him to stare up at her, almost breaking
his neck. She placed one hand behind his head and raised the other one, her
elbow hanging menacingly above his vulnerable face. "#I told you you'd get
fucked tonight Phil, well what I should have said is you'll get "#fucked OVER"
and I'm the one doing it... CRUNCH!! Her elbow piled into his face, smashing
his nose instantly. His screams were muffled by the beating rhythm coming from
inside the club. Shocked and dazed, he kept pumping hard between her legs as
she stepped forward, trapping his neck between her thighs. Lisa squeezed hard
with Phil fighting to breathe. Her elbow SMASHED into his face again as he
sprayed his cum into the alley way, his cock now raw red from the pressure of
being trapped between Lisa's wicked nylon calves. She squeezed him harder
still as his face started to turn as purple as her stunning dress. She finally
let him drop to the ground. She stood over him. Lisa was so turned on by what
she saw... looking down over her perfect breasts, she stared at the line where
her magically short dress framed her nylon thighs. As she was standing with
each shoe on either side of his face, this forced her legs slightly apart and
made the dress stretch even more seductively, with slight creases forming from
the growing tension between her thighs. She followed the line of her black
merciless thighs down to her knee... so sharp, so deadly, but oh so beautiful!
The gleaming electric nylon streaming down her legs, burying itself deep
inside her killer pumps. "#Oh God, I want to cum right now! Here I am towering
above him, my legs real weapons of total destruction, just ready to slaughter
him! I can just imagine, with him here beneath me, looking up at me, begging
me with his eyes not to hurt him, doing exactly the opposite... I could hurt
him until I kill him! Oh shit, how would that feel...??? actually killing
him!!! I could smash my stiletto steel heel right through his throat and
destroy his windpipe. I could smash him so hard that my heel would come out
the other side of his neck!! Fuck, just look at my legs - so fucking gorgeous,
so fucking deadly!! The stupid fuck stands no chance against me...!!

Lisa was drifting off in exstacy, dreaming how wicked she could be, how cruel,
and what evil things she could get her legs to do to him. "#It is such a power
trip standing over your victim, knowing you can do exactly what you want with
him. I could even kill him if I wanted and there was nothing he could do to
stop me...!" These ideas raced around Lisa's head, before she decided it was
time to put some of her ideas into practice...

Phil started to move again and pulled himself up onto his knees. Right in
front of him, Lisa's legs were inches from his nose. He looked up very slowly,
raping every centimentre of her divine nyloned limbs with his blood-shot eyes.
He noticed every little crease in the fabric as she shifted her weight from
one leg to the other, which she did on purpose just to watch his reaction as
she tensed her muscles. He was mega stiff even though he had only just sprayed
his seed all over the filthy alley floor. He put out his hand to gently touch
them. Lisa smiled wickedly and moved back away from him, leaving his hand in
mid air, begging her to come back.

Lisa drove each heel harder into the floor with each step, dragging the heel
deliberately to create a intense erotic soundtrack that only made Phil even
harder. She stood with her back to him, but glanced over her shoulder telling
him to "#get up". Instinctively, he did. Lisa then started to twist her upper
body, accelerating into an elegant sensual spin while lifting her left foot
higher and higher before unleashing the sole of her shoe full force, SMACK!
into the side of his face, with the heel following on and splitting his
delicate skin. Phil smacked into the wall, bouncing straight back into the
line of fire. Lisa glared at Dean before tilting her whole body back at 90
degrees to her left leg and at the same time bringing her right leg up so high
that she formed a perfect three dimensional "#T" shape just before her shoe
bludgeoned the other side of Phil's face, sending him crashing down hard into
the cold, dirty floor. Dean gasped, putting his hand over his mouth. He had
never seen anything so amazing before.

"#That was the trouble when I beat you up wasn't it... you had no real idea
just how sexy my kicks look? But what about now... did you see right up my
dress? Did you see how the nylons hold my pussy so tight and how the light
dances over every little stunning, evil part of my fabulous legs?? Of course
you did, just look at how hard you are. You just stand there doing nothing to
help your poor friend as I smash the living daylights out of him; fucking
prevert! But you can't help yourself can you...? I turn you on and scare you
so much that you'd sooner have me kill him than miss seeing just how
devastating my legs really are!"

Lisa seductively moved toward Dean, stepping on Phil's shattered body, her
heel boring into his head as she lifted her other leg, smashing the point of
her Stiletto deep into Dean's face, knocking him back against a big metal
wheelie bin.

Lisa followed up with a brutal kick to Dean's balls just to remind him he
still had two. WHOOSH, CRACK!... a scissor kick sent him then crashing to the
ground to join his mate.

Moments before Dean's undignified slump to the floor, I had heard some noises
coming from the alley way. I made some excuses to my friends and sneaked off
to see what was happening. I was entranced watching Lisa's high kicks into
Phil's face and grabbed hold of my own cock as Lisa's incredible legs sent
Dean also down. I had to see more, so I had crept up and hid behind the very
same wheelie bin that Dean had been sent crashing into. I could see him
splayed out on the ground inches from where I was squatting. As Lisa stepped
toward him, I was afraid she might see me, so I squashed myself right between
the bin and the wall. Click, click, click... Lisa's heels walked right past
me. She stopped with the back of her legs facing me. Her legs really were
exquistite! She raised one heel high above Dean before SLAMMING it deep into
his gut. The air rushed for the emergency exit, leaving his diaphram squashed
and empty. Dean's body went into a chronic spasm as it took a while before he
could draw breath again. She kicked him the ribs brutally hard, turning his
body over and over as she kicked harder and harder into his ribs, guts and
balls. He was now lying right next to Phil, both men only just hanging onto
life. She ripped Dean's jeans and under pants off to reveal a throbbing,
pulsing piece of grissle just begging to explode. She smirked as she surveyed
her prey. Destroyed, but both aroused beyond belief. Lisa was starting to find
it hard to believe this was really happening and that she had so much power
over men... she was simply unstoppable...!!

She stepped up onto the two trouserless men, boring her needle-sharp heels
into each of their faces... it wasn't long before the burning pain shook them
to their senses. Phil started squealing like a little pig until Lisa stepped
off him.

"#Get up you pathetic excuse for a man! Didn't you want to beat me up? Well
get the fuck up then!", she screamed. Phil was on autopilot and just did what
he was told without really knowing what he was doing. Lisa started to fondle
her legs again, knowing Phil's dick would respond. I had to see what was going
on, so I sneaked out from behind the wheelie bin and peaked round the side to
see Dean spread-eagled on the floor and Lisa teasing Phil. She walked slowly
around him, dragging her finger nail across his clothed chest. Her heels
stabbing the ground with each elegant stride. She stopped right infront of
him, putting both hands on his shoulders. Then, she curled one arm tightly
round his neck and SLAMMED! her knee into his balls, one, two , three, four
and more times, each one with absolute full force. Phil wanted to drop, but
Lisa held him tight. She pulled his head back up so that he could look into
her eyes... smiling sweetly, her expression slowly changed into an evil
grimmace. She was pushing right up against him, so it would have been hard for
Phil to imagine what her next move would be, but from a distance, I was the
only one who could see it coming. Standing bolt upright, Lisa pulled her knee
into her body and FIRED it right up towards his head. Then, at just the right
moment, she visciously ripped his head down to meet the black nyloned pointy
assassin steaming toward him at an alarming rate.... CLATCHHHH!... now Phil's
jaw bone was cracked to match Dean's! Lisa wouldn't let him drop though. Phil
could only just manage to stay up, but his legs were quivering as Lisa
carefully let go of him, ready to rush back and pick him up if he started to
fall. For the next move, she needed him on his feet. I couldn't believe how
far she had extended her leg with that last attack - her knee must have gone
as high as her own face before ploughing into Phil's hideously deformed one!
Lisa turned her back on him and walked toward the end of the Alley. Glancing
back over her shoulder as she twisted each leg infont of the other, twisting
her hips at the same time to intwine her magnificent legs with each step.
Spinning on one foot, she turned to face him, slamming her heel hard into the
ground sending an echo all around the alley way. I was still peaking my head
round the edge of the bin, so there was every chance she might have spotted
me, but there was no way I was going to miss what was coming next...

She started running toward him and at the very last moment jumped up to land
her stiletto pump on his thigh, launching herself high into the air. At the
same time, her other leg coiled back, ready to accelerate hard into his face.
Phil started to fall backwards which was just perfect for Lisa as her black
leather spike heeled shoe found its exact target as her leg unleased its
bitter poison into his face just at the right moment as her gorgeous leg fully
uncoiled itself! "#My God!! What the hell just happened?", was all I could
think. It was like something from a Matix movie, but this was real... real
seduction, real destruction, real fear... what if she had seen me? Would she
do the same to me!!?? Maybe I should just get the hell out of here while I
still had the chance, but I was as spellbound as her two victims...

Dean was just getting to his knees when he watched Lisa flying toward his
friend. A blur of thighs, nylons and heels, Dean couldn't really understand
what was going on, atleast not until it was too late... Phil had been sent
flying to collide with the wall again, but Lisa was also still flying through
the air... right into Dean's gut as he tried to clamber to his feet. Again,
both men were lying, totally vulnerable at Lisa's lethal feet!

Lisa walked over to Dean and SMASH!, unleashed a vicious kick straight into
his face, throwing his head back. Lisa pulled his head back up and held it
steady as she smashed her pointed knee into his face again and again. He
slumped to the ground, his face a red fucked up mess! Lisa walked over him,
pressing her killer heels into his stomach and then ripping violently at his
shirt. The thing was shredded in an instant as her heels sliced it apart,
leaving brutal red marks on his skin. She saw this and decided to rip harder
into his skin. The flesh parted without resistance and blood started to pour
from the wounds. This made me want to cum there and then, but for Lisa, there
was still a whole lot more fun to be had with this macho wanker!

She rubbed her shoe over his bloodied face covering it in his blood and
smeared it all over his hair and then over his chest. He was now completely
red all over. She couldn't believe he still had such a big fucking hard on!
Lisa bent down, while keeping her fantastic legs completely straight and
whispered into his ear. "What a fucking pervert! Do you actually like being
beaten up by a girl?" He could hardly talk as his face was so badly swollen by
the blows from her pretty little nyloned knees, but just managed a muffled,
"Fuck off!" She smiled before spitting into his mashed up face and letting his
head drop hard against the pavement.

Lisa pulled Phil up and propped him against the wall as he could no longer
stand by himself. Extending her "killer" leg and forcing her black leather
pump up against his neck and his chin, she straightened her leg fully,
trapping him there. She started rubbing her hands all over her legs. The light
was catching them and every time she twisted her leg one way of the other, the
glaring light streamed across her thighs like crystal rivers cascading like a
waterfall over her sexy knees. I was so hot now, just imagining what those
devastating legs would do next ... !

She whispered in his ear ... "You might adore my legs, but you were always
going to become their victim. I'm now going to kick your cock till it bleeds
until you're totally fucked. How does it feel to be "done" by such a gorgeous
bitch!??. My long beautiful legs encased in this stunning black nylon, "doing
you". Oh yes just think about it; my killer legs "doing you!" and there's not
a fucking thing your macho arse can do about it! Being "done" by me;
completely at the mercy of my heels, my nylons my legs, my hypnotic killer
bitch legs!" She was trying to get him even harder and it was working so
easily. He was rock hard. She wanted to fill his cock with blood so that when
she ripped his cock apart, it would spray blood everywhere. God, she really
could be a nasty mean bitch and she was making me so hard listening to her.
Then she stood back, letting him drop to the floor and let rip into his cock
and his balls. He could only scream as kick after kick smashed him
mercilessly. She concentrated on kicking the tip of his cock and it wasn't
long before the tips of her pumps ripped open his skin. She then concentrated
on making sure her heels were the first point of contact as they literally
shredded his cock! Blood was everywhere, but she keep kicking and kicking. He
was crying like a baby, there at Lisa's feet - God she felt so horny!!! She
couldn't resist another kick and CRACKKK!!!, drove her stiletto-heeled shoe
into his face a couple more times! She just loved watching her leg and shoe
destroy the poor cripled man at her feet! Lisa stretched her arms against the
wall and looking down at him, then started spitting into what used to be his
face. She then twisted round, supporting her weight with one arm and picked
her shin up with the other. Her stiletto heeled shoe was now right above his
head, her thigh glistening in the light. I knew what was coming next and it
almost made my feel sick ...

"I'm now going to take one of your balls. It will no longer belong to you.
I'll leave you with one as a lesson that you should never pick on girls with
such fucking amazing legs! If I ever see you again, I'll take the other one,
do you understand me!?" With that, she stomped down, sending her heel right
through his sack. He passed out with the pain as she stomped him another four
or five times and continued to stamp out his mush with the sole of her black
leather pump. I was already cumming before she had spiked him the first time.
I had never had such a massive orgasm. The whole sight before me was so
unbelievable. Two men lying at her feet, almost unrecognizable as men, one
unconscious and the other just about clinging on to his conciousness, all due
to the power of her legs and heels, not to mention a whole shit load of very
aggressive female dominant sassy attitude. Lisa could no longer hold back and
began to finger herself. Each of her brutal kicks had forced the leather
straps deeper inside her pussy, rubbing hard against her clit and it only took
a few gentle caresses with her finger as she came time after time!

I had cum all over my jeans and was panting madly, trying to force enough air
into my lungs as I struggled to breathe from the excitement of what had
happened right in front of me. I had no idea if I had managed to keep myself
hidden. For sure, the two men had no idea I was there and Lisa seemed to be
too involved in the monumental sensations rippling through her body, her head
back and eyes in a dreamy fantasy land. Suddenly, a brutal cold stare returned
to her beautiful eyes - a laser beam of hate directed straight through Dean's
forehead ... her heels clicking menacingly toward his broken frame. He had
managed to raise his head to see Lisa standing right in front of him, her
mesmerizingly dominant gloss-black nylons blocking his vision and despite the
state he was in, he couldn't but help feel the stirrings of lust as his eyes
drank in the eroticness of the brutal black sheathes running vertically over
her creamy skin, under her dress and eveloping her womanhood. "Typical man.
I've kicked your arse and yet you still can't keep your eyes off my legs. Just
watching my stockinged legs walk towards you is enough to get you hard again,
isn't it, you helpless pervert!? I've beaten you senseless with these legs and
now I'll force you to masturbate in front of me"

Her slender knee fired up. WHAM the hard kneecap struck him right under the
chin as though someone had taken a jackhammer to it. The world spun with
sickening intensity and Dean collapsed again, vainly trying to cling onto
consciousness.

Dean, again tried his best to look up only to find a never-ending length of
nylon-sheathed leg rising from a stiletto-heeled pump against the left side of
his neck. Behind this he could see a lovely calve with a hint of muscle poised
at an erotic angle leading to the other shoe that was on his right. It was a
beautiful sight that lured him into making the mistake of trying to get up.
"Urkkk", the foot on his right slid under his neck and trapped it between her
lower calf and the shin of her other leg, now barred at an angle across his
throat. "Kkkk" she scissored tight. All he could see was that beautiful leg
rising up endlessly in a glistening vision of erotic female power. "Kkk" his
throat was pinched tight making it hard to breathe, but despite everything
that had happened, he had become a slave to Lisa's glorious legs. She was
right, he was under their spell and it was the only thing on his mind as he
stared at their endless beauty. They were his fatal weakness and Lisa would
make him pay dearly for his failure to resist their allure ... !

She released her grip slightly and caressed his ripped, bloodied face between
her nylons, only to pinch his throat tight again. She played this game for a
few minutes until Dean started to rub his cock against the cold floor. I
couldn't hear was she was saying as she bent her head down close to his and
whispered softly ... I can only imagine what she was saying, but Dean could
hear well enough ...

"That's it you little perv, fuck the floor. That's the same floor I'm going to
smash your fucking balls into! You saw what I did to your pathetic little
friend, but there's no way I'm going to be so kind to you. You tried to force
me to have sex with you and now you are going to pay the ultimate price for
your arrogance ... well not quite ... the ultimate price would be for me to
kill you between my legs and let me tell you, if it wasn't for that other
fucking pervert that thinks I can't see him hiding in the shadows, I would
absolutely love to use my legs to take your life. That little shit, though,
might squeal to the police as a witness so think yourself lucky that I'm only
going to take BOTH your fucking balls!! But I know, even though you feel
absolutely humiliated my me, you just can't avoid being so turned on seeing me
destroy men, even if that means you too. Admit it, watching me fuck your
friend over, was the sexiest thing you've ever seen. I saw your expression
watching my nylon weapons annihilate him. The very same weapons that are now
"doing" you ... come on Dean, reach up and stroke my legs - feel their power!
Rub you hands all over them and wank your cock into the floor! Everything I
want, I will get tonight and right now I want you to spill for worthless spunk
into the dirty fucking ground. Come on WANK for me!!"

With that last screaming command, Dean could hold back no longer and Lisa
spread a ruthless evil grin across her gorgeous face as she watched Dean's
convulsions slowly subside, knowing she'd got her first wish. Her second one
would bring Dean no pleasure at all. She kicked him over and pulled his head
up by his hair until he was kneeling before her.

Standing in front of him on one leg with the other raised high and bent at the
knee, she launched a punishing rapid-fire torrent of kicks, battering his head
without lowering her leg. Her leg just seemed to flash out again and again
from its raised, bent position and into his face in quick fire succession
pulverising what was left of his face. The kicks were so fast that Dean was
unable to move. He felt completely helpless and totally dominated, but worse
was still to cum. Lisa had still not put her foot back down, keeping it raised
high above him. Now though, she extended it up even further until her knee
touched her chin. Her gleaming nyloned leg sharply splitting the light from
the dim alley way bulb into razor-sharp shards, the Wolford Neon 40 acting as
a lens, concentrating the light to emphasise every tensed, toned muscle in her
incredible limb. The light slithered all the way down her gorgeous calve until
it hung on, seemily clinging against gravity itself, to the very tip of her
wicked steel heel!

Suddenly the picture changed and what had once been a sharp "V" shaped high
light, reflecting along her bent leg, became a dead straight vertical
lightening bolt of light that signified the moment her heel speared straight
through his first bollock! Up again into the "V" shape as her knee returned to
her chin, before another lightening bolt sythed through his reamaing bollock!
Three or four times I watched this laser light show ripping up and down her
legs, before I dropped my head in my own shame. How could I become so turned
on by such brutal destruction? I couldn't explain it. Until tonight I had
never seen a woman even hit a man let alone this! But here I was, kneeling
down in a sordid ally way beating away at my rigid cock as if nothing else
mattered in the world. I had become enslaved by this woman and by the hideous,
cruel things she was capable of doing with her magnificent legs!

Although I didn't see the rest of her stomping frenzy, I could hear her shoe
stomping hard into the ground. There was no way that there could possibly be
anything left of the man's balls, but I didn't hear one sound from him,
despite her multiple stomps down on to his manhood. He must have passed out as
her very first heel sliced through him. I didn't know where I was or what I
was doing ... dazed beyond belief of what my eyes had seen. Still I pulled at
my cock, unaware I was still doing it. Then CLICK, CLACK; CLICK ... ! My heart
thumped hard against my chest ... Fuck, she was walking toward me ... !! I
scampered back behind the wheelie bin, praying she hadn't seen me.

Huddled in my little black hole, I pushed my head down as far as I could, but
out of the corner of my eye, I saw those wicked nylons, being stretched and
ravaged by her pointy knees ... she was facing me. My blood pulsed through my
entire body, thumping inside my head ... WHOOSH!... SMACK!... her black
leather, spike heeled shoe blast into my forehead - followed by the sharp
stiletto heel presseing against my temple. I gasped as white-hot needles of
pain shot through my brain. The lancing pain stopped and a shapely ankle
pressed against my lips. I started to kiss it ...

"Get the fuck out of there!" I did as I was told instantly. I stared up at
her, watching her eyes scan me and my intensions. She seemed to know
instinctively that I was no threat to her, my eyes revealing my newfound wish
to be dominated and abused by her. I bent down and kissed her filthy shoes
before gazing up at her again with a child-like fascination, as I knealt
before the vision of female perfection towering above me.

"Looks like we've got a real leg slave here. No trace of any macho bullshit in
this one. I hope you've got some spit left in that snake, now WANK for me -
show me how much you want to worship me. You think I didn't notice you, but
you left yourself completely out in the open as you couldn't tear your eyes
away from watching me fuck those tossers over. And then watching you wank as I
destroyed their balls could mean only one thing ... a pathetic little leg
slave wanting to be punished by me. A dirty, filthy little wanker so obsessed
by me that he'll let me do anything to him just so he can gaze at my stunning
nyloned legs ... isn't that right!?"

"Yes, mistress!" I don't know why I said it, but it just slipped out.

"Mistress, uh!??" Well then, show your "mistress" your dedication to her and
wank your stupid self all over her fucking amazing legs!", she mocked.

Seconds later I sprayed my cum over her shins, my spunk dripping and mingling
with the blood of her previous victims.

she grabbed my arms and pulled me towards her, driving my throat against her
upright knee. "Kkkkk" I croaked as her slim knee pressed hard into my larynx.
"Who the hell do you think you are, interupting my little party tonight.
You're now a wintness to what happened and if you so much as think of going to
the police, I'll make your life a living fucking hell, before I take that
miserable life and stamp it out under my delicious feet!", while all the time,
maintaining a steady pressure pulling on my arms while crushing my throat with
her knee. "Understand?" she said. "Kkkk" I croaked in agreement and she
released me. In a coughing fit, I watched this stunning blonde standing with
her legs apart blatantly letting me gawp at her incredible legs.

"I promise you, I promise you, I would never go to the police. Tonight was the
first time I ever saw a woman do what you did and I am just blown away by it.
I would never turn you in, because more than anything, I desperately want to
see you do it again!"

"Oh do you?... well don't let me disappoint you ... !" you already know I
don't need whips and chains to dominate you. I've got these" she stated. Feet
apart, she lifted the hem of her impossibly tight purple dress to her hips,
revealing both legs in all their glory. Incredibly sexy, sheathed in nylons, I
got the full blast of her feminine charms and my dick went even more rigid at
the sight. "Wow, they're sensational" I moaned. Her right leg twitched then
"CRACK!". In the blink of an eye, a shapely leg shot into the air. The hard
sole of her shoe smashed forcibly against my jaw. My head was whipped back so
fast that I nearly collapsed. This stern young Goddess turned side-on with her
dress still raised and the nearest leg slightly bent. "I can drive men crazy
when they see these" she said. My eyes wandered appreciatively along their
length, drinking in every detail. "Wow your legs are really sensational" I
sighed, so rapt in admiration that she caught me off guard. "WHOOSH!" her leg
kicked forward then swiftly changed direction circling up high towards my
head. I remember a brief glimpse of a nylon-covered crotch before, THUMP!! -
the back of her heel bludgeoned deep down into my skull like a club. Had it
been the spiked heel tip, then I'm sure she would have killed me ... ! I
swayed under the force of the brutal blow, my head reeling. "HAI!", she
squealed followed by a brief image of nyloned thigh as her elegant limb
rocketed straight up crunching my jaw and snapping my head back so hard that I
crashed onto the floor. A riot of stars and jagged bright lines exploded in my
head.

"So now you know what it feels like to be my victim. Are you sure you want to
feel that pain again? With these two finished, I'll need someone new to
practice my kickboxing on ... Before you answer you better remember that I
won't allow anyone to shop me as a witness ... !"

"Please trust me, I have no intension to tell the police."

"Trust alone won't do", she said, wiping her filthy shoes on my shirt. "Take
my nylons off. I can't walk around with them all covered in those stupid boys'
blood. You will take them as a souvenir and make sure no one else comes after
them. I don't want one of those clowns to have the stupid idea of trying to
get evidence against me. Do you have a car?" I said that I did, but had drunk
too much and wasn't planning to drive it, but get a taxi home. She told me
that was my problem and that she wanted me to take both of them back to Dean's
house and throw them in the back garden. If I got caught, then that was my
problem ...

"Even when you clean your car up, their DNA will still be all over everywhere
so I know for sure you won't consider going to the police. You're now an
accessory to the crime and there's a much greater chance the police will think
you beat them up ... you're the man afterall, aren't you ... !!?? Who would
ever believe a little girl like me could do such a thing!!??", she scornfully
mocked.

"When I want you I will call you. I don't care where you are at that
particular moment, but you'll have maximum one hour to get to me when I decide
to practice my kickboxing on you. As long as you do exactly what I say, I'll
let you wank your cock between my legs, but only after I've given you a good
beating ... understand!!?? If you disappoint me or turn up late ... well ...
you saw what happened to their balls tonight didn't you ... !!"

I confirmed that I did and gave her my mobile number. Although I knew she
would seriously hurt me, I couldn't wait for her to call. She was right, I was
completely enslaved by her and her magnificent legs and she could tell I would
do anything to be allowed to get close to them ... !