Mimi beats down

Time Left: 22 hours

She got him in a wedgie, lifting him off his feet as the elastic in his underwear tore at his crotch. Her other hand bashed his head into the window of a car over and over.

“Wait… don’t you need to hang onto the belt?” Timmy pleaded, hoping for some edge.
“Ah, but you zee, I can ween ze belt any time,” she said, letting it rest by her feet. “Tis vous who are ze real prize here, leetle boy.”

She threw him on top of the car’s roof, climbed up after him, and threw an elbow drop onto him hard enough to dent the car below a bit. Timmy held his gut and moaned.

“But ve are not finished, leetle one. So much for Mimi to do pour vous!” She scooped him up and stuck his head between her thick thighs, deafening him to anything through his soft flesh. It made it all the more shocking when she power bombed him off the car onto the pavement, killing his back and making Timmy scream like wild.