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WHY ARENT YOU WIMPS in school? Namely MY CLASS?

Jamie: Because we don’t go to your school.
Lucy: And you always just beat us up whenever you see us. Whether it’s a match or not.
Miss H: NO EXCUSES!

Why do you think so many young wrestlers so weak and fragile?
Lucy: “Maybe that you beat us up all the time! How can we win a fight if you keep butchering us!?”
Miss H: “It’s for your own good! Grow stronger and tough through it, or pay the price!”

What made you join this arena, and why are you still here you worthless little shits?
Jamie: “Curiosity, I guess. We could take out most of the people at our school already, so we assumed we were ready for the big leagues.”
Lucy: “Have to say, though, the sex is great here. We’ve gotten way better at that since we came here.”

What do you think of BETTERS, the other young people like Chichi, and Dolly the Bully?
Jamie: “About the same as we do you.”
Miss H: “Which iiiis….”
Lucy: “Um… kind of harsh. You’re all mean and too rough and jerks who don’t know when to stop and can’t let go of AHH!”

Miss H grabbed her by the cunt, lifting her nearly a foot off the ground. She slammed her on a desk and took out an extra thick dildo and held it against her pussy, just ready to enter.

Jamie: “And the best teacher with such valuable lessons and gorgeous body and your friends are such good helpers!”
Miss H: “Fine.” She dropped the whimpering Lucy next to Jamie, who nuzzled against her neck encouragingly.

Isn’t it true you two are a little more then BUDDIES?
Jamie pulled away quickly. “Well… yes. We’ve been dating for a pretty long time now. We were experimenting at a slumber party when we were younger, and it got serious over the years. I just can’t sleep right if Lucy’s too far away.”
Lucy: “Awww. Sweety…” She leaned in for a kiss when Miss H cracked her ruler between them.
Miss H: “Worthless emotions! We‘ll have to whip those out of you later.”

How often do your practice, cause it is not going well.
Lucy: “We practice our sex matches every day…” *giggle
Jamie: “We exercise every day or two.” Miss H cracked her ruler. “Well, once or twice a week. But we do practice most of the day on those.”

Miss H: “Not enough!! We’re quadrupling that right away to make you into anything but sorry piles of shit! And quadrupling one day a week would mean…?”
Jamie: “Uh… 5 days a week?”

Miss H grabbed her by the hair and slung her onto the desk, hanging her upside down. “Ladies?”

Dolly and Chichi started punching her in the crotch repeatedly, one after the other to make it hit her with the speed of a jackhammer.

Miss H: “That would mean four days. But I like your idea better. 5 days a week for 6 hours straight.”