zarla's game 2

Zaria's ex feels her wrath.

After dealing with the drunkard the night before, Zarla slept well. The
power that she had made her tingle, she realised that sometimes she was
overcome by this power and actually enjoyed watching her victims suffer.
Zarla would never normally start the fight, but if anyone ever crossed
her, they would always be in a world of pain, they'd be knocked out cold
or if she was really angry, left for dead.
Zarla had spent the day stretching and training her lethal body, the hard
rubber dummy that she used in the garage withstood her punishing kicks,
it's head rocked from side to side as the young girls pretty bare feet
smashed into it at full power........."never quite like the real thing",
she thought to herself.
The garage floor was hard concrete, as Zarla trained the striking parts
of her feet became harder and harder, her heel, the ball and the sword
edge of her feet. Zarla always made a point of keeping the visible top
side of her feet looking pretty, with her toes painted and soft smooth
skin, but the bottoms and sides of her feet were always just plain
deadly, tough, solid and capable of smashing through and shattering
blocks, boards and of course, faces.
Zarla was one dangerous young lady if you were on the wrong side of her.

Later that evening Zarla decided to go to see a film. She dressed
impeccably as she always did. A black sheer top with a see through mesh
strip running down the centre, some very sheer black stretch footless
tights clung tightly to those long deadly legs, a really short black
skirt that came about halfway down her thigh, just revealing a tattoo
that could be seen under the material on her right leg and she had
slipped her feet into a pair of chunky black ankle boots. She would
certainly turn some heads, Zarla was as stunning as she was deadly.

It was quite dark by the time the film had finished and as Zarla made her
way to the bus stop. She noticed them, just hanging around, the two girls
giggling annoyingly and him, Yes HIM. Zarla's ex boyfriend, the one that
had caused her so much heartache, the one that just would not stop doing
things to upset her.
He knew that she was trained in the martial arts, but he thought it was a
bit of a joke. He could never have known how dangerous this young lady
could be.
Zarla walked over to her bus stop, hoping that they would not spot her.
But those legs got people looking from miles away. Her shape, style and
confidence were impossible to ignore.......

Zarla sat at the empty bus stop and looked over at the three of them,
they were still giggling annoyingly, but he was now pointing over to
her......he just could not resist it, Zarla's mind raced, she was getting
angry, trying not to, but her lethal feet started to twitch inside her
boots, not a good sign for anyone, it always happened when she was angry
and felt like shattering something with them.....the two giggling girls
and the ex came across the quiet road and right up to Zarla......

The blonde girl started mouthing at Zarla, calling her names and
threatening her..........Zarla stood up and for some reason she slowly
looked down at the black ankle boots on her own feet, She imagined the
boot knocking this girl's smile off her face...literally, right off it!

Zarla shook her head slowly as if to say, "you really shouldn't have
messed with me" and as she did the blonde lump of a girl strutted towards
her which made excitement rush through Zarla's fit body- this was going
to be so much fun!

The girl lunged at her with brutish force yet Zarla's speed and elegance
were more than a match for her. Zarla gracefully lifted her leg up
vertically as if it was as light as a feather, before swinging her thick
block heel around and downward onto the girl's shoulder in a devastating
axe kick, with such staggering strength that the girl simply crumpled and
fell to the floor landing hard on her face as she turned around in pain
the blood trickled down her sallow cheek and she glared at Zarla before
screaming, 'You physco bitch!' to which Zarla whispered coyly...'You
ain't seen nothing yet!'. By now Zarla's ex boyfriend and the brunette
girl had caught up and helped blondie shakingly to her feet.
Zarla felt a bolt of anger attack her inside and she thought to herself
that she had to get him alone...and make him pay.  
While the other two were still holding the blonde girl, Zarla skipped
forward and out of nowhere fired a sharp fast sidekick into her face, the
solid block sole and heel of Zarla's ankle boot hurtled through her face
and blood exploded from it. The kick knocked blondie straight out of her
friends grasp and back to the floor once again. Zarla then aimed her
attention to the sullen looking brunette. Zarla simply grabbed her and
locked both of her hands around the girls head with a vice-like grip,
pulling her head forward and down before kneeing her in the face with
inconceivable power, relishing the sight of seeing blood explode from the
girls nose and teeth. Her ex just stood there in disbelief, not knowing
what to do. The two girls stumbled to their feet and tried to grab Zarla
by the legs, but they were simply inferior to her in every possible way.
Zarla kicked out high again with her left leg and felt the heel of her
boot bash straight through the one girls face before she returned it to
the floor and gracefully hoisted her other leg up and kicked the other
one in the jaw, so hard that she could hear the pain in the form of an
incredibly loud CRACK!  
Zarla watched the two girls once again hit the ground, squirming in pain
and blood, she placed her hand on her hips and smiled at the carnage she
had caused with those trained, muscular, blackbelt legs.
Zarla's ex panicked as he frantically helped his "friends" to their shaky
feet again and ushered them away to his nearby car. They were both
bleeding profusely from their faces. Her ex got them, struggling into the
car while Zarla just stood and watched, hands still on hips, then he made
his way back towards her....
Finally, Zarla thought... it's time. He had remained silent so far and
Zarla was not going to give him the opportunity to make her feel low
again. 'You broke my heart', sighed Zarla taking a few steps back from
him, 'So it's only fair that I break your face, don't you agree?' she
said.
'You're nothing', he hissed as he spat in her face, 'Less than nothing,
how anyone could love you is beyond me!'.
She had heard plenty. It was time. Time for all of her fury to be
unleashed on him. It was as if time had frozen as she slipped off her
boots, feeling the cold gravel between her toes. The scumbag looked
confused as Zarla began to laugh softly. "I want to feel every single
kick I land on you" she hissed. "I want to feel my feet ripping your ugly
worthless face apart, I don't need shoes to do that" she added, She spun
to the side and raised her leg so that her foot was parallel with her hip
and with astonishing force she launched a side kick high and directly
into his waiting face, connecting and knocking his neck back in agony-
before kicking him again, this time with even more passion and power. He
staggered back, his ego almost as battered as his already destroyed face.
Without waiting for him to hit the floor or to regain balance Zarla
tucked her back leg in neatly as she flew toward him and aimed a turning
kick at his stomach. He squealed in agony as the hard ball of her foot
smashed deep into his gut and he then hit the floor with a thud, winded
and broken, his face torn up from Zarla's two very cruel side kicks.

Zarla stood over him and felt so powerful, tingling inside, she vowed to
herself to never ever let another man treat her like he had. "THAT is
what I think of you now" she said as she rubbed her filthy foot over his
face mischievously, before recoiling her leg loading it up like a gun and
waiting a few seconds to watch her victim squirm on the floor and look up
at her....His eyes begged for mercy...but she felt none at all for this
bastard. She wanted to enjoy this so much. Zarla curled her toes downward
and stuck her big toe up to harden the lethal blade of her right foot,
she smiled evilly before yelling out a loud piercing "Kiiiahhh" and
slamming it to his throat at bullet speed. Zarla felt as if her foot
almost touched the floor right through his neck as she watched him cry
out in incredible pain...her deadly weapon felt nothing at all, she just
wanted more.....
'..AArrgghh..Sorry', he tried to spluttered pathetically, choking from
the blow, to which Zarla replied with such nonchalance,'..
"I'm not"'... and with that she aimed her foot for one final, lethal side
kick to his already crushed throat. Again with her right leg,
"KIIIIAHHH". Her left foot also left the floor this time as Zarla jumped
high up into the air above her fallen victim, directing every last ounce
of her devastating power and all of her weight downward into the
deadliest of finishing strikes. The sharp blade of Zarla's hardened foot
cut deep into and beyond the soft tissue of her ex boyfriends throat,
with more power that even Zarla herself had ever mustered before. There
was a loud sick SNAP as she landed on his throat and now there was no cry
of agony, no squirming for forgiveness,  no mercy to be had, just total
silence.....deadly silence.

Zarla left her foot embedded in his neck for a few seconds, savouring the
sight of her own painted toes, but now beginning to realise exactly how
deadly she actually was. Enjoying her ultimate power and the fact that
her feminine body could indeed kill if she wished. She was tingling with
an unbelievable electric power that was coursing through every muscle in
her highly charged body, then she slowly removed her foot, wiggled those
killer toes that were still twitching and turned slowly but purposely
towards the car....and towards the two girls that had witnessed it all
and had to be dealt with....
The girls who were still bleeding from the first bout with Zarla looked
on anxiously as Zarla did not flinch as her bare feet walked across the
dusty gravelled surface. when she reached the car the girls had locked
the door and thought they were safe.
Zarla was pumped with adrenalin and more than ready to kill again.....No
witnesses she though to herself. She paused for a second outside of the
drivers side window. Looking straight into the car at the two terrified
girls, Zarla smiled and licked her own lips, she poised her leg for a
side kick ready to attack. The two girls started to panic with total fear
in their blackened eyes.
Zarla wriggled her pretty toes ever so slightly as if to wave goodbye to
the frightened girls,  before aiming another amazing kick straight
through the drivers window of the car. SMASH!  The glass shattered into
thousands of pieces, some of the glass went straight into the blonde
girls already bleeding face milliseconds before Zarlas deadly foot
reached her at speed, doing much more damage than even the glass had
done, cutting her cheek open completly. She screamed out in fear as Zarla
recoiled her deadly limb, placed her foot back on the floor, unlocked the
door and ripped it open, dragging the blonde girl out by her hair. As the
girl fell out of the car and laid helpless on the floor Zarla extented
her leg up into the air, vertically once again before realising a
devastating axe kick downward and onto the side of the beaten girls neck.
She jerked up spluttering blood, tears in her already nearly dead eyes,
knowing that this was the end. Zarla aimed a final kick to her mangled,
bloodied face. With her toes pulled right back, the rock hard ball of
Zarla's lethal foot, ingrained with small shards of glass that could not
penetrate her toughened calloused skin, mixed with grit and dust from the
road it hurtled straight into blondie's face. THUD!  Zarla tensed her
buttocks on impact for even more power and it was like nothing she had
ever felt before. Zarla smiled as she felt a mix of success, power and
adrenaline tingle again through her entire body. Two down, one to go, she
thought to herself. Leaning back into the car and grabbing the brunette
who was sobbing and shaking with fear from the passangers seat, Zarla
smashed her fist into her face, dragged her out, stood her up and pushed
her back into the side of the car by the rear door. Zarla lifted her foot
effortlessly again from the floor and pinned the girl by her throat
against the rear car door. The girl begged and pleaded for her life.
Zarla just admired her own nail varnish colour while watching the muscles
in her strong leg, pump up and down through the sheer nylon material of
her leggings as she put pressure on and off the girls throat, twisting
her weapon painfully whenever she felt like causing just that little bit
more pain to her third victim. "Not looking quite so cute now are we"?
Zarla chuckled, admiring the mess her feet had done. Then releasing her
leg from the girl's throat for just a moment, Zarla smirked as she turned
on her back foot and put all of her power into a single deadly shattering
blow with her coiled leg, towards the girls face. Kiaaaahhhh!!! "FUCKING
EAT THAT" Zarla screamed. Once again the blade of Zarla's foot did it's
job to purfection. There would be no escape from the force of the expert
kick. The girls limp body fell to the floor with a thud. There was no
sign of movement as the girl lay in a pathetic heap and a pool of blood
by the car and her two lifeless friends.

Zarla, carefully slipped her black boots back onto her deadly feet, she
tossed her dark hair as she walked away from the lifeless bodies, knowing
that she had left no fingerprints......just footprints, deadly footprints
in three faces...... back towards the empty bus stop and then home.  
THE END.