The show must go on

“So, Dummy Timmy, are we going to have our show?” She slid her hand onto the naked Timmy’s cock and squeezed viciously. Timmy squirmed violently and sweat, but fought back against the bully. Chichi held him down, but it took effort on her part.

“Not… gonna… let you…”
“Oh really? Well as long as we’re playing dummy, let’s do a little trick. You’ll talk while I have my mouth full.”
“Full of whaAAAAHHHH!” Chichi locked her lips around Timmy’s member, sucking at his lengthening cock briefly before biting down on it with all the **** in her jaw.

“AHHHH! Not my peepee!”
Chichi popped the cock from her mouth, laughing cruelly. “He calls it his peepee!” she taunted.

Petty was trapped under the ball pit when her hand grazed the handle of the bat again. It was her only hope to reach it. Dolly, meanwhile, held on her deadly scissor hold, stripping the female Luv twin in the process.

“You can’t do shit, little girl. Once you’re between these hot legs, you’ve got nowhere to go.”
“Nowhere but UP!” Petty swung up her arms, reaching under Dolly’s skirt and yanking down her panties.
“Hey, watch it…” she began when Petty grabbed for the bat and jammed it up into Dolly’s cunt. She screamed out loud as the plastic bat invaded her violently, losing her hold as Petty shoved her over. She shoved her to the edge of the pit, pinning her to the floor with one foot as she violated the bully. It was the biggest rush Petty had ever had.

“You! No! Good! Stinking! Bully!” she grunted, accompanying each word with a pump of the bat deep inside Dolly. Dolly was a whimpering mess before long, squeaking out things like “wuss” or “geek” under her breath, but never clearly audible amidst her pain.

She was nearly finished when Petty checked on her brother. “Oh shoot… hang on!” She left the severely injured Dolly behind with one last whack of the bat over the head, putting her out as she ran to her brother’s rescue.

Timmy sobbed. “I… I don’t wanna play any more…”
“Yea? Well if you don’t like ventriloquists, we can always do FINGER puppets!” She shoved Timmy off her lap for a moment to slip two fingers into his asshole.
“AUGHHHHHHH!”
“That’s it. Move your lips for the puppeteer, dummy. Hi, I’m Timmy, the femmy little butthead who can’t wrestle for crap!”