Timmy had his former tormentor Chichi right where he wanted her, face down on the floor with her hands behind her back. Careful not to let her wiggle free, he took both her wrists in his left hand so that he could use his right. She squealed and kicked uselessly as he rucked up her cheerleader's skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, of course, which made things easier. Taking a moment to admire her tight little buns, Timmy unzipped himself and positioned himself over her. He forced her thighs further apart with his knees and plunged in.
As his cock slid into her unwilling, but so warm and tight, vagina Timmy grunted and Chichi started thrashing around madly, screeching and kicking. But it was all for nothing. She couldn't quite get free. "What's the matter, Chichi?" said Timmy. "One little taste of your own medicine and you throw a tantrum."
With his free hand Timmy grabbed the lead pipe Chichi had tried to brain him with earlier. It was a cylindrical tube about a foot long and two inches wide. "I'll give you one guess where this is going!" said Timmy.
"Not my ass!" gasped Chichi.
"Got it in one!" said Timmy cheerfully. "Unless, of course, you admit you're my little bitch and tap out." |