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Chapter 29 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

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Pranks galore!

Halfdan played plenty more humiliating, shameful, degrading pranks on the increasingly furious and utterly defenceless girls of Pinkwhistle, bringing them to a fever pitch of helpless anger and frustration, then filming it all and putting it all on the web for everyone to laugh at.

For example, he arranged for Mayor Peggy to receive an award for Best Small-Town Mayor in America. She was flown out to a fancy hotel in New York City, and brought on stage in front of thousands of people, including all her favourite celebrities. Lights flashed and cameras glared as she stood in the spotlight, beaming, preparing to give a long speech all about how clever she was.

And then Halfdan pulled off her dress and underwear, leaving her stark naked in the spotlight, big tits and golden bush on display for all the cameras and the celebrities. He grabbed her wrists and ankles and held the mortified, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, red-faced Peggy on the stage, spread-eagled for everyone to see. First there was total silence. Then, the crowd began to laugh uproariously at the astonished, flustered blushing blonde beauty, taken totally by surprise and completely unable to conceal the mysteries of her sex from the thousands of eyes in the very crowded ballroom.

Or there was Anne-Marie's invitation to the All-American Beauty Contest, which ended with her sprinting through the streets of Atlanta, clad in nothing but a tiara and high heels, screaming at the cameras to stop following her. That one went viral.

There were the classic pranks, of course, designed to keep the girls on their toes. Wedgies, skirt flipping, bra removal, custard pies and raw eggs from out of nowhere. Ice cubes down the back of the panties at quiet moments. One day every single woman in Pinkwhistle discovered around lunchtime that their panties and bras had been filled with copious amounts of time-delayed extra-strength itching powder, leaving no choice but to remove the offending garments. When they got home, of course, the contents of their underwear drawers had been confiscated and replaced with extra-small hot pink lacy thongs, that they had no choice but to spend the rest of the week wearing.

Finally, no woman could take a shower without fear of Halfdan grabbing her, pulling her through a rift in time and space and depositing her somewhere very public. Like the main stage of the Paris Opera House, or the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And then he would make her do a scavenger hunt, or perform a list of silly forfeits to get home.

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