Equal Opportunities, Part 3
(Posted on Saturday, March 3, 2001)
This story was submitted by Monkeydoyle.

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Shelley was fairly depressed knowing that Kris had gone back to England, they had promised 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., “Tthe 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. He kicked 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 onto the bed. The gun was pointed at her at all times. Her ankles were freed, not because they wanted her to be comfortable, but because they just wanted to be able to open her legs.

“Okay 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 whom 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 as 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 as 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 and 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 of 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 showed 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 as 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 of 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 and 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 her 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.