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As Lorna lay crying and whimpering on the mat, clutching her broken ankle with one hand and trying to soothe her broken ribs with the other, I stood over her.

Unfortunately for the topless skank, I wasn't quite through with her yet.

I grabbed her legs and pulled them back as I sat back and deposited my shapely buttocks on her face while executing a perfect matchbook pin that could drawn a 1,000 count. This bitch was beat.

It's an embarrassing hold I reserve only for the worst of hussies, but Lorna, with an assist from her boss Ruby Beauregarde, deserved it.

"There now, Lorna, let's go over this. What are you going to tell Ruby?"

All that came from Lorna was a muffled "Mmphhh, arrghhh."

"Oh, that's right, dearie," I said. "You can't talk ... or fight! Ha, ha!"

"Now remember," I added. "You tell that redhead Faux Queen that we will be fighting here next week on national TV so everyone can see who is the better and sexier woman, and to prepare for the worst beating of her life. I'm going to prune the Blood Rose. Got it? Oh, free fashion tip. Those black tights of yours are an eye sore. A fighting woman should not wear gas station tights."

Just muffled words came from the badly beaten Lorna as I could feel my ravishing red tights pressed into her mouth.

So much for Ruby's "Enforcer."

Though my visit to Ruby's was not quite over.

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Many thanks to CarolAnnQTights for the story telling and brilliant dialogues. Visit her page for more!

Description

As Lorna lay crying and whimpering on the mat, clutching her broken ankle with one hand and trying to soothe her broken ribs with the other, I stood over her.

Unfortunately for the topless skank, I wasn't quite through with her yet.

I grabbed her legs and pulled them back as I sat back and deposited my shapely buttocks on her face while executing a perfect matchbook pin that could drawn a 1,000 count. This bitch was beat.

It's an embarrassing hold I reserve only for the worst of hussies, but Lorna, with an assist from her boss Ruby Beauregarde, deserved it.

"There now, Lorna, let's go over this. What are you going to tell Ruby?"

All that came from Lorna was a muffled "Mmphhh, arrghhh."

"Oh, that's right, dearie," I said. "You can't talk ... or fight! Ha, ha!"

"Now remember," I added. "You tell that redhead Faux Queen that we will be fighting here next week on national TV so everyone can see who is the better and sexier woman, and to prepare for the worst beating of her life. I'm going to prune the Blood Rose. Got it? Oh, free fashion tip. Those black tights of yours are an eye sore. A fighting woman should not wear gas station tights."

Just muffled words came from the badly beaten Lorna as I could feel my ravishing red tights pressed into her mouth.

So much for Ruby's "Enforcer."

Though my visit to Ruby's was not quite over.

Next>

Mature Content

Many thanks to CarolAnnQTights for the story telling and brilliant dialogues. Visit her page for more!