Footjitsu (engl.)
WARNING, TESTICLES, Martial arts
Female martial arts master has a sadistic pleasure to destroy and to kill men with her hands and feet
Footjitsu

By Theo Zee-Lin, a female martial arts expert, uses her feet and toes as well
as her hands and fingers.

He shoud have known, but now it was too late. His name was Constable Clifford,
member of the NY Police.

Five killed males had been found, always a leg was broken, the testicles had
been crushed. Three of them had been smothered to death somehow, two of the
men had a crushed larynx.

They all had been found in hidden places in the near of the Central Park, the
youngest man was 35, the oldest one was 48 years old.

Clifford and his friend Smith had the job, to go on patrol in the park at this
afternoon.

Of course they hoped to find something about the serial killer. At four
o´clock, in the near of a big tree, they decided to use different ways for a
while.

At five o´clock, Clifford came back to the same point. He waited, more than a
half hour. He became nervous, more and more - Smith didn´t come.

In this moment, he heard the soft voice of a woman: "Are you looking for Mr.
Smith? He had a little accident, but don´t panic, it´s no big thing. Come with
me!"

The woman was in the thirties, thaught Clifford. She had long black hair, her
face showed asian elements, her expression seemed to be a little childish.
Though he was fascinated.

He followed her - what a mistake!

She was rather tall for a woman, nearly his height. She moved fast and
elegant, like a dancer. She weared black leggins and flip-flops on her bare
feet. Her legs seemed to be strong, every step showed her defined calves and
the muscular play of her thighs. Clifford was impressed.

After five minutes they came to an old uninhabited house. They went in, she
opened a door.

"Come in! Here he is!"

Clifford was horrified. Smith was bound on a chair. He was wimpering and
breathed noisily. He shook his head and looked terrified, when he saw the
woman. His nose was bloodied. He had a lot of bruises on his naked body. His
right hand was very thick, perhaps broken. Then Clifford saw his left leg. The
shinbone was obviously broken. He slowly begun to understand and looked to the
strange woman.

She smiled to him and took her flip-flops off. Clifford stared at her brown
feet. They were large, narrow at the heels but wide at the toe-section. The
long toes with blue painted toenails were powerful looking, the second, third
and fourth toe nearly as long as the big toe.

He now saw an uncredible toespread of her right foot. Her big toe moved away
from the second toe like the thumb of a hand. She slowly grabbed the strips of
her flip-flops and moved them to the side.

She looked to Smith. "I had to punish him a little and I´ve squeezed his
larynx. But he is not dead. He can follow the show."

Clifford was a Karate blue belt an very good with his colt. "Lady, what do you
doing, you are silly" he told and moved slowly backwards. It was in the same
moment: His hand tried to get the Colt, the woman made two steps forward, a
flying kick. "Kyjaa...", the steelhard egde of her right foot contacted his
upper arm. A bad noise, a cry - the impact broke his arm. She landed on her
hands, the foot kicks out again. He heard the breaking of his shinbone. A
terrible pain. He collapsed to the ground, wimpering.

The woman stood slowly up an told with her soft voice: "My name ist Zee-Lin.
I´m an expert in Footjitsu. We use hands and feet in the same way." She rised
her huge right foot showing the flexibility of her toes, wide spreading and
wiggling the long, monkeylike digits.

"Now to the first part." She told giggling like a schoolgirl. She moved
dancelike to Clifford, who was yet lying on the ground.

She faked a kick, but grabbed his hands. A quick movement, and she had him in
a double wristlock. He cried, the Jiu-Jitsu-hold was terrible painful and
there was no chance to escape.

Next he saw the muscular sole of her right foot. First she made again some
unbelievable toespreadings, closed the toes to a ´fist´, opening them again.

Clifford stared at the strong foot, despite his pain. She began to play with
his face now. Using her toes, she pinched him in the ears, grabbed his lips,
his chin. Effortless she made a huge gap between first and second toe and took
his nose in this toegrip.

"Now comes the first power-exersize," she giggled. She opened and closed her
toes two times. Then Clifford feeled the grip becoming stronger and stronger.
More and more. Clifford moaned, tears shooting in his eyes. He had never
thought, that toes could be so powerful. At least she began twitching her toes
and he lost conciousness for a short time.

He awoke, he moaned. He feeled a lot of pain in his wrists, they were probably
broken. His shirt was full of blood, flowed from his nose.

"Ah, there are you again, nice!" Zee-Lin whispered. She sucked on a Cola and
smiled.

"What do you want? Why do you do that to us?" he shouted.

She stood drinking in front of his sobbing form. "It´s my fun. It makes me hot
- like the five times before! You are moaning too loud. I think, it´s time for
the power-exersize for the left foot." Again she made some artistic movements
with the toes of the rised left foot.

Cliffords eyes showed panic, he crawled back, stopped by the wall.

'But he had no chance. She was too quick, too precise. While she makes
"Cheers!" with her Cola, her left foot shot forward with wide spreaded toes
and nailed him hard to the wall.

Her toes closed around his larynx, harder and harder. He brethed noisily,
tried to push the punishing foot away with his injured hands - no way.

She took a gulp, smiled innocently and made suddenly a hard gripping movement
with the big toe. Clifford tried to cry, but there was no voice. He feeled
terrible pain and heared a crunching sound. Then he lost conciousness again.

He awoke with a lot of pain in his neck, but a nice feeling between his legs.

He understood at once - he was terrified and fascinated in the same time.

She sat on a chair in front of him, the toes of her left foot kneaded his
prick, powerful but not painful. She was massaging herself, the hands under
the black leggins. Smith layed beneath, he was always naked. Both breathed
noisily.

"I do this the first time, it´s a primary. The one of you get´s an orgasm, the
other will be castrated." The pointed toes of her right foot signed to Smith´s
testicles.

Smith could yet move one hand and tried to hide his parts.

But again she was quick as a flash. She grabbed his thumb between big toe and
second toe, a powerful movement of the foot, a cracking sound, a giggling.

Smith moaned like baby, when she took his balls between the first und second
toe and between the third and fourth to of her right foot. He knew, what would
come.

Her left foot was a melking machine. Clifford tried to hold back, but her
trained toes were too strong, she knew exactly, where to grip and to pinch,
she´d done it very often.

And so there was a heavy eruption, a triumphant moaning from her mouth and the
sound of two bursting grapes at the same time.

She relaxed purring, squeezing the semen out of Clifford prick with nimble
toes. She looked to the twitching Smith. She rolled and squeezed his destroyed
balls with her prehensile toes. Smith lost conciousness.

Two hours later. Zee-Lin moved in again. She sat down on the chair.

"Hey, come on, men. Fight! It´s your last chance." She smiled, stood up and
went slowly to Smith. Rising her right foot, she shut his nose with the two-
toes-grip. She arced her foot, the heel under his chin. It was a deadly
footgrip. Clifford saw the muscular foot, the blue face of Smith and the
arrogant face of Zee-Lin. It tooks three minutes - Smith was dead.

She slowly walked to Clifford. He was barely conciousness, but he saw her
coming. He wasn´t able to crawl, he layed on his back. He noticed her
angellike face directly above his injured body. "Time to go, looser," she
whispered, tickling and teasing his stomach and chest with her right foot. Her
toes walked to his legs, he felt a firm grip, a grip that encircled the whole
package. She showed him her right hand, making slowly a fist - and doing the
same with her foot. He felt a terrible pain, heared the squishy sound of his
bursting balls. She suddenly turned her foot to the left, to the right, again
to the left holding the hard toegrip.

The heart attack came as suddenly as his castration. His body convulsed two
times and then he was dead. Zee-Lin opened her foot-fist, slipped in her flip-
flops and moved whistling out of the room.

  

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