April starts to come back... starts

April was on her hands and knees when Chichi yanked down her jeans and jammed the vibrator up April’s ass. She screamed as it writhed in her backside, clawing at the mat in panic with one hand and swinging back behind her blindly at Chichi with the other. Her thrashings slowed.

“Oooh… that one felt good… AH! Right there! Ohhhh, that’s the spot, baby!”
“That’s more like it,” Chichi sang.
“Oh GOD! Deeper! Deeper!” April grunted. When Chichi obliged and she felt her arm between her thighs, April latched her legs around Chichi’s arm and neck, spinning over to have her trapped.

“Punkass bitch! Like I’d get outfucked by some scrawny little cunt!” April had actually been quite turned on, though she’d overreacted on purpose to lure Chichi in. Now she could only scratch and bite at her legs, April bearing the small pains to maintain the hold. She grabbed up Chichi’s bag, her own being too far from her position to risk getting.

“Let’s see whatcha got in here, punk. Pfff! Even your cel phone’s a gay-ass pink! What a dyke.” She scrolled through the information on it. “What’s this one with the hearts by it?” She dialed it. “Yea? Whoever this is, I’m gonna track you down and **** EVERYONE YOU KNOW!”

She laughed and hung it up and went back to rooting through the bag. “Well fuck me!” April cheered, taking out a can of mace. “I’ve been on the receiving end of one of these a lot of times. Wonder how it feels to be on the giving end!”

She aimed the can straight at Chichi’s face. “NO! Oh god, no don’t!” the babysitter pleaded.
“That’s right! Beg me! Beg me not to, so it makes it all the sweeter when I really do it!”
“PLEAAAASE! Fuck me, beat me, just not that!”
“Ha! Eat shit, retard!”

April screamed horrendously as she hit the button on the mace, finding that the nozzle had been spun around in reverse to attack the user.

April fell back, her eyes red and tearing as Chichi got back up. “Oh my!” she said in mock fear. “Don’t throw me in that there briar patch!” She giggled wildly, even if April didn’t get it. “A weapon your enemy can use is hardly any weapon at all, they say.”

She picked up her bag, swinging the entire backpack over her shoulder to pound across April’s back. She shoved the criminal into a corner, grabbing her legs and flipping her upside down so she hung by her ankles from the turnbuckle.

Chichi put on her Ipod from her bag, turning on a private little pop song as she danced in place, kicking out rhythmically at April’s exposed stomach and face as the agonized felon vainly and blindly tried to defend.