The Finale

If you read last weeks blog then you already know we are in the middle of a training session with the young ones.  Patricia, Melinda and I are teaching the girls how to use what they’ve got to get what they want.  Peyton, Summer, Riley, Katrina and Jordan were completely focused on teaching the douche-bag a lesson when we walked into the room.  He was tied up with his cock and balls wrapped up in knots tied with nylon rope, so I asked what the plan was.  Summer and Peyton just looked at each other as they giggled like crazy.  Riley walked over to him as he sat helplessly tied up in the chair, she bent over in front of him exposing her ass and little pussy.  I could see he was getting a hard on, and the way he was tied up must’ve hurt pretty bad.  Katrina put her perky titties in his face without letting him touch her, but he did try to lick her nipple unsuccessfully.  Jordan walked up and smacked his cock with a wooden spoon as she laughed her ass off.  Summer said something to Peyton and they both seemed to agree as they walked towards him.  I jumped between them and our tied up guest, asking the girls what they had in mind because I am not willing to really hurt somebody.  They promised everything would be fine and sweetly asked me to let them finish their work.

I sat back with Melinda and Patricia as we admired their handy work, and feeling quite proud of our next generation.  Summer and Peyton grabbed each arm of our tied up friend and laid him on his back, then Peyton stepped on his cock and pressed her heel into his balls.  You could hear his balls being smashed into his pelvis as he cried out in pain.  All these girls seemed to be quite proud of themselves as they taught this fucking asshole a lesson.  I knew the situation was about to take a drastic turn, and so did Patricia and Melinda.  We prepared ourselves as our guest got out of the chair and grabbed the two girls.  Laughing came to a screeching halt, and Momma bear mode kicked in for all three of us.  Melinda kicked him in the dick causing him to let the girls go, and Patricia punched him in the throat while I grabbed the rope and tied him up again.  I explained to the girls what their error was, and how to prevent such an issue in the future.  We finished torturing this poor bastard then drove about 100 miles from his house and dropped him off in an empty dirt lot next to a truck stop wearing only a skirt, tube top, jelly shoes and lipstick.  He was carrying a sign that said I’m a faggot please take me with you  and fuck me properly.  I’m sure that loser fuck will think twice before he tries to cheat on his wife again.

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