One more thing

You step back satisfied with your work until you looked at the shit covered girl. She was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, bent over at the waist, with a shit covered confederate flag wrapped around her head, and a pole sticking out of her ass, but what caught your eye was her large tits that hung down almost to the ground.

Getting one last idea you pick the shit covered racist up, careful to avoid the foul smelling filth, and bring her back to her fat friends. You shove her flag covered face back in between their shitting asses. Next you grab two pieces of rope and tie nooses around the base of each one of the girl’s saggy tits. So tight that they looked like a pair of overinflated balloons. Taking the other end of each rope you look at the already noosed up cock and balls of the two fat guy. Deciding to only focus on the balls this time you take each end of the rope and tie them so tight that both men’s balls looked like tiny little raisins.

Finally satisfied with the set up, you step back an restart time. The couple was the first to draw your attention. The **** of the huge dildo jammed up her cunt cause the girl to slam her ass against the post. Which entail **** the barrel of the gun so far up her asshole that it would take multiple trips to the doctor to remove. The racist bitch’s screams were muffled through her gag, as it was clear she finally tasted the bum’s filthy shit cover underwear. Her naked body tenses up as you watch her attempts to dry heave.

Her boyfriend on the other hand was less eventful. His eyes bulged out of his head for a quick second before passing out. His head hung limply with a black dildo in his mouth causing a painful pulling on his girlfriend’s vagina.

Turning your attention back to the noosed up trio, you watch as the two obese racist continued their heavy flow of diarrhea. The girl realizes the now familiar feeling and smell of being shit on tried to back away as quick as possible. This cause a painful moan from all participants as two sets of balls and a saggy pair of tits felt at if they were going to rip off. The racist bitch tried to avoid the the fountain of shit, but any small movement caused a groan of pain.

Satisfied with the comeuppance of these racist assholes you start to make your way back to salon where the car was located. Getting in the car you start driving around wondering where to go.

After a while of contemplating where to go next you drive past something that sends a shiver down your spine. The sign in front of the building said Trinity Hall. You shutter as you remember the private school your mom thought would be a good idea. You think back to the memory that you tried to block out.

You see yourself walk the halls for your first day trying to remain unnoticed, as the wealth and arrogance displayed by the other students made you feel like a second class citizen. As you attempt to scurrying to your next class someone shoved you from behind and you go head first into one of the lockers.

“Watch where you’re walking punk, I own these hallways.” Your head is spinning as you look up at the person that pushed you. Even through the fog you are able to make out who it is because that perfect jawline had been plastered all over town. Tommy Windsor, the star quarterback of Trinity Hall who was already penciled in to be the starter next year at USC.

“I was watching where I was going,” you say defiantly.

“What was that punk,” Tommy said as he picked you up by your collar and gave you a swift punch to the face. Falling to the ground, you crawl aimlessly in a daze. Until you reach out to steady yourself and grab a hold of a muscular thigh.

“Eww get away from me creep,” a girl’s voice sounded.

“What the fuck you piece of shit. Get away from my sister,” you hear Tommy’s voice. Looking up you see the scowl of another familiar face. Blair Windsor, just like her older brother her face was also plastered all over town. The soccer star was assumed to be following her brother to USC on scholarship, but had also had some interest for the US National team.

“Time to teach you a lesson that you don’t belong amongst us you poverty scum. Strip him boys,” Tommy said. Immediately you felt a bunch of hands beginning to rip off all your clothes until you were completely naked. You felt your legs being pulled apart as someone held your hands behind your back.

“Oh my god it’s so tiny,” a brunette that looked to be apart of Blair’s clique said as she pulled out her phone.

“You’re up sis,” Tommy said.

“Time to teach your the same lesson we teach all you scum that try to invade our school. You belong back in the gutter,” With those words Blair drew back her Olympic level soccer leg and kick you right in the crouch.

Your mind comes back from that painful memory. Obviously no punishment had been handed down to either Tommy or Blair. Their bitchy socialite of a mother, Vivian Windsor, created a fuss and eventually convince the school board to expel you.

Looking at the remote you smile as it was finally time to get **** on those entitled snobs. Driving up to Windsor estate is was clear the house was being prepared for one of their famous parties, as the place sparked from top to bottom with expensive decorations. Party planners were frozen putting the finishing touches to make sure everything was perfect.

Decided it was time to find your targets you walk through the open gate.

The first one you saw was Tommy he was walking through the yard in a blue suit talking with a guy that you recognized as one of the guys that had stripped you.

Since that day at Trinity Hall Tommy had gone on to have a successful Freshman year at USC, but was later kicked off the team due to getting popped for steroids and a **** accusation. The evidence was strong against him but due to the Windsor influence nothing came out of it. The famous quote from Vivian was that the girl was just a pathetic loser who wishes she could sleep with my son.

The next target you see was Blair. She was in the middle of what looked to be a photo shoot in preparation for the party.

Since that faithful day, Blair was now the leading goal scorer at USC as a junior. Although she had not been allowed on the US National Team due to some controversial racist and homophobic tweets.

The third target you spotted was Vivian. She was supervising a worker lifting a heavy looking crystal statue of an angel. Her fake tits straining against her blouse, as she smirked at the clearly struggling man.

Over the years Vivian openly continued to be a true cunt. Flaunting her status and ruining people’s lives just because she could.

After finding Vivian you search for your last target. The patriarch of the Windsor family, William Windsor. William had gotten the reputation of being a ruthless businessman around town who was not afraid to throw his financial weight around. Willing to sacrifice many jobs to make a buck.

Looking around you finally find William in his office although the sight you saw had you holding your side with laughter. William was laying on the table with a girl in the process of sucking his cock. And it wasn’t just any girl, you recognized her as Tiffany Barnett, the girl that made fun of your cock and took pictures which she latter posted all over the school. Also known as Blair’s bitchy best friend.

Smiling you wonder which of your targets to start with.