EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES.
by Monkeydoyle
Shelley was fairly depressed knowing that Kris had gone back to England, they
had promise to stay in touch and his work brought him to the States fairly
often. But he had helped her prepare for her fights over the last couple of
days, simply by making her feel relaxed. Tonight she had to face up to the
challenge of Lauren Taylor, the local fighter who had easily won the women's
competition and had caused some damage to her opponents in the process. Lauren
Taylor was a streetfighter, she used the martial arts as a way of being
successful and to inflict pain on her opponents. She was also extremely
strong, her time spent in the gym was not wasted.
The fight between Shelley and Lauren was publicised as a grudge match,
although Shelley had merely accepted the challenge thrown down by Lauren.
Surely after beating all those men she could handle a woman, but this was a
dangerous assumption to make. During the day Shelley had a session at her dojo
and then headed for the sauna to relax for the fight.
She was unaware that her opponent was backed by some unsavoury characters who
had decided to try and ensure that Shelley was not in peak condition for the
fight. As Shelley relaxed naked in the sauna, she thought she heard a man's
voice. This was a female only sauna and something was wrong, she wrapped her
towel around her and headed toward the locker room. She was confronted by
three men who had not come to change the linen, they looked mean and nasty and
they were here to work her over. She whipped off the towel and rolled it up to
make a long thick rope, as the first thug came at her she wrapped it around
his neck and pulled him toward her, choking him in the process. She used him
as a shield as the others tried to get close, all the while she was pulling
tighter on the towel. They tried to rush her but her long legs lashed out as
soon as they came within range and they knew she was capable of causing some
serious damage. The man who was unlucky enough to be choked by the towel
passed out and she let him fall to the floor. She was naked and an awesome
sight, as she stepped over the prone body on the floor she ground her heel
into the man's crotch with a sinister smile on her face.
Suddenly, one of the men drew a gun, " the hell with this shit she's too
dangerous", he said. " On the floor bitch", he ordered. She had no option but
to do as she was told. The men forced her to lie facedown on the floor, they
pulled her arms behind her back and used some thick insulation tape to tie her
wrists firmly. "Put your feet together lady, we know what you can do with
those things". Shelley had no option but to obey, they strapped her ankles
together and turned her over. They managed to bring the third attacker round,
he was groggy and pretty mad at Shelley, kicking her in her ribs a couple of
times. "We gonna have ourselves some of that lovely pussy of yours lady", said
the gunman. They threw her into a laundry cart and pushed her outside to a
waiting van.
She was held at gunpoint in the van, things were now getting out of hand, she
had no idea that someone would go to so much trouble to try and win a fight.
The van pulled up at a motel in a part of town that she did not recognise. She
was covered by a sheet and taken into a room that the men had rented. She was
thrown roughly on to the bed, the gun was pointed at her at all times. Her
ankles were freed, not because they wanted her to be comfortable, they just
wanted to be able to open her legs. "OK lady, you're pretty handy with those
lovely feet of yours, how about a foot job?" said one of the men. "Yeah, me
too", said the guy that she had nearly strangled previously. The two men
dropped their trousers and stood there with their dicks erect at the end of
the bed. The other man held the gun pointed at her head. She decided to play
along for the time being she would wait for the best time to make a move. The
two men grabbed a foot each and shoved their dicks between her big toe and the
next toe and began to hump her foot. The third man laughed, "you guys are
sick" as they continued to pump her feet. Shelley squeezed their dicks to keep
them occupied, she would need to wait until the gunman was not concentrating
fully. Both men were close to cumming, she squeezed the base of their dicks to
try and delay the inevitable. She decided to make them cum simultaneously and
then make a move against the gunman, the other two would be pre-occupied with
their own enjoyment. They both shot their loads together all over her feet and
between her toes, she then moved her feet and smashed both heels down onto
their stiff pricks, they screamed in agony and she leapt up and gripped the
gunman's hand between her slippery feet. She pulled him toward her and smashed
him across the face with her bound hands. She still gripped the gun hand and
repeated the process, the man weakened his grip on the gun, dropping it onto
the bed. The other two men were writhing on the floor, their wedding tackle
destroyed by her vicious blows. She then gripped the guy by the throat with
her feet crossed at the ankles and yanked him up and over her so that his head
smashed into the wall above the headboard, she rammed his head three or four
times into the wall then let him down. She found the knife that they had used
to untie her ankles and freed her wrists.
She stood over the two men still groaning on the floor with the gun in her
hands. "OK gents, you made the mess, now lick at all up before I decide what
to do with you". The two men obeyed her at once and licked the cum off her
feet. "Who sent you? now remember I can kick you even harder this time boys".
They jabbered out a name, Carlos Michaels, but this meant nothing to her, she
picked up the phone and called the police. She wrapped herself in a towel from
the bathroom and waited for them to arrive. The police were amazed to hear of
the events that had taken place, especially the part relating to her being
forced to give two footjobs and then kicking the living daylights out of them.
After giving a statement she returned to her apartment for a hot bath. There
was no way she was going to lose the fight after all this, some bitch was
going to pay for all this!
She got back to her apartment and there was a message on her answering
machine, it was from Kris, his bosses in London had decided to let him stay
and cover the women's fight that evening. He had been trying to contact her,
but her mobile phone was with her clothes at the sauna, she had been forced to
leave there naked by the three thugs. Shelley immediately began to feel
better, she contacted the Sauna and asked them to put her belongings aside for
her to collect. She then rang Kris and told him of her abduction, leaving out
the bit concerning the footjobs. He offered to come around to her apartment
right away, she asked him to call off at the sauna to get her things.
The hot soak in the bath made her feel much better, Kris arrived and she began
to relax, they talked about recent events and decided to try and get a few
hours sleep, Shelley needed to be fresh for her fight later that evening. Kris
left a few hours later, he needed to prepare for the filming of the event and
had to brief his two staff. A limousine arrived to take Shelley to the arena,
it was good to travel in style, now it was almost time to get even.
Shelley had decided to wear a one-piece gold swimsuit for the fight, it sowed
most of her buttocks and her ample cleavage. She was barefoot as usual and had
her toenails painted in glittering gold. Her opponent wore a white leotard
that showed off her muscular body and California tan. Her blonde hair
accentuated the effect, she too was barefoot. Lauren Taylor was a sadist who
enjoyed inflicting pain on people, but she knew that she was up against an
extremely dangerous opponent. The kidnap attempt had been a disaster, but the
police had been unable to prove any connection to her.
The arena was packed to capacity, they had been entertained by a series of
exhibition bouts before the main event, now they were ready to witness a real
grudge match. The fight started and it was clear that Lauren was anxious to
get in close and prevent Shelley from using her long reach. Shelley tried to
unsettle Lauren by launching a series of kicks, but they were all blocked or
missed the target, Lauren countered with a vicious elbow strike to the inside
of Shelley's thigh. This blow was very painful and restricted her movement,
Lauren spotted this and rushed forward catching Shelley off-guard and she
managed to wrap her strong legs around her and force her to the mat. She had
also managed to grab Shelley by the throat, with her wrists crossed for extra
grip.
Shelley tried to use her hands to pull her off, but Lauren was incredibly
strong, her thighs were squeezing Shelley's legs and they were beginning to
feel numb. Suddenly Lauren let go of Shelley's throat and dropped both elbows
heavily onto her chest and then her stomach. Lauren was winded and Lauren took
advantage of her weakness to swivel into a Juji Gatame hold. She held
Shelley's right arm between her thighs and gripped her hand, her left foot was
place on Shelley's throat and her right foot on her breasts. Lauren slowly
bent the arm back and Shelley was now in deep trouble, there seemed to be no
way out of this.
The pressure on her arm, together with Lauren's toes digging into her windpipe
would soon prove to be unbearable, her left arm tried to move Lauren's foot
but she was too strong.
Shelley used her last ounce of energy to bring her left leg over in an arc,
catching Lauren in the mouth and bursting he lip, she repeated this three
times, each blow landing full in the face. Lauren loosened her grip and
Shelley managed to roll away. They faced each other in the middle of the mat,
Shelley saw her chance and a stunning roundhouse caught Lauren under the jaw
and lifted her off her feet. There was now fear in Lauren's eyes, she rose
slowly to her feet, Shelley feigned another kick but instead smashed the palm
of her right hand into Lauren's forehead. Lauren teetered unsteadily on her
feet. Shelley advanced on her and threw a snap kick to her face, then another
and another. Lauren was now almost out on her feet, right on the edge of the
raised mat. Shelley kicked her legs apart, Lauren was now doing the splits on
the edge of the mat, Shelley sat facing her and placed both feet at her throat
with the ankles crossed and squeezed slowly. Finally she administered the
'coup de grace' and slammed the soles of her feet into Lauren's breasts
sending her flying off the mat.
It had been a spectacular contest and the packed audience loved it. Shelley
was presented with her cheque and left for the quiet of her dressing room.
Kris was waiting for her, so were his camera crew, after a short interview the
crew left to edit and send off the film. Shelley locked the dressing room door
and she grabbed hold of Kris and pulled him onto the massage table. She tore
off his clothes and forced him onto his back. Her gold swimsuit was discarded
and she sat on his throbbing penis, pulling her legs up and sticking he feet
in his face. They were dusty and sweaty but he did not have time to complain
she rode him and shoved her long gold-painted toes into his mouth, She came at
least three times and then moved her long slender feet down to his dick. She
gripped it between her toes and pumped him expertly until he eventually came
in thick spurts all over her toes, arches, soles and ankles.
"It's a pity you couldn't film that" she laughed, "not quite the thing for the
BBC" he replied. The limousine arrived to take Shelley home, Kris went with
her, this had been round one, there were several more to go before the night
was through.