Their creepy friend, Colin

Vyki instantly recognized the voice of her kids’ friend Colin as well as the intimate contact and immediately spun around. She could feel her plug move outward some, but it is as still clearly in place as she yelled out, “What the fuck?? ”

“Hey, I know why a guy like you would dress up like a slut like this; no judgement,” the creepy guy said before leaning in. “Come on give us a ki… <gahwk>”

Before he can finish his sentence, Vyki physically defined herself the most obvious way how as she leaned back on the counter trying to stay as far from him as possible. A very fit leg, raised a well defined knee squarely in a sensitive spot Vyki knew all to well. However, the normal sympathy she may have normally felt was quickly dashed as he seemed to be trying to lean into her chest as he bent over in pain.

With her hands now free from bracing her weight, Vyki shoved his shoulders back as hard as she could slamming him into the opposite counter as he slid against the cabinets as he felt to the floor grasping his crotch.

“What the fuck was that?!?” Vyki exclaimed as her brain processed what she could only comprehend as the most ineffective cup she had ever seen because it clearly provided no protection even though her knee had a clear indentation from something.

Seeing no response from him, her curiosity got the better of her as Vyki strutted the few steps over and kicked his hands away from his crotch as she tentatively used the toe of her boot to try to determine what was harder the bone in his pants. “What is that??” you pressing into it but just got a whiny groan from Colin.

About that time, you heard the front door open and hear Molly come running around the corner. Panting she asked Vyki, “you OK?”

“ya,” Vyki said kicking the guys groin with the toe of her boot, “but this little shit head isn’t.”

“What happened?”

“The hit walked up behind me and put his hand up my skirt and I kneed him,” she said as she dug her toe back into is crotch. “But he’s apparently wearing the most useless cup every because it’s as hard as steel but didn’t protect his nuts at all.”

“Ugggg,” Colin moaned in agony as he looked up and groaned “worth it.”

This earned a grinding of Vyki’s toe but that only momentarily broke his concentration as briefly blink before continuing to stare up as he kept moaning.

“Sweety,” Molly said as she pressed down Vyki’s leg through her skirt, “you’re giving the little perv a show.”

Suddenly remembering Jessica’s warning earlier and realized that he wasn’t just looking up at Vyki’s face but under her skirt, Vyki grasped her skirt down and backed away from him as she continued to hold. “You little fucker.”

Which resulted in Colin letting out a tortured laugh as he groaned, “soooo worth it.”

“Listen here, you little pricks,” Molly said as she took up station and more forcefully with the toe of her pump. Feeling the item she pulled back and commanded, “show me.”

“Now who’s the perv,” Colin said.

Hearing Vyki take a step forward, Molly reached her hand back and held up a finger at Vyki without moving her glare from the scumbag on the floor.

“You open up your pants right now, bitch, or I swear I’ll reach in there and pull off your balls with my own bare hands, dip them in lead, and weld them to your nipples so maybe one day someone might actually see those worthless lumps of crap,” Molly spat with venom. Seeing the fear in her subjects but no movement, she shouted “DO IT!” surprising everyone in the tiled room as it rang the hanging pans.

Colin in abject fear fiddled with his belt and slide down the front of his pants and underwear. As the metal tube with the spotted hood came into view with a glint of the light, Molly knew exactly what it was that was hard as steel in his pants.

“Who’s your keyholder?” Vyki asked forcefully.

When he just shook his head, Molly reach her heel up and used the stiletto like spike to press on one of the tiny globs of flesh. As he screamed out in utter pain, Molly screamed louder into his face, “Who. Holds. Your. Key. Pissant bitch?” punctuation each word with a press of her heel.

Feeling that his nut was about to burst as Molly pierced it, he shouted out, “Mistress Nika!” To which Molly immediately to a step back with a look of pure shock. With his crotch no longer in immediate peril, Colin threw his hands for cover as he rolled to the side whimpering in a ball.

“Oh, that,” Molly said with a grin, “that is rich” as she started giggling.

“What?” Vyki asked as she shuffled over to Molly still holding her skirt down tightly. “Who is that?”

“You remember an exhibition at the club a few years back with modified knitting needles?” Molly said looking at Vyki with a grin.

Vyki could remember Paul & Molly’s trip to the dungeon a year or so before lock-down that had a Pro Domme utilizing needles that were almost cartoonishly big as part of a demo. Her whole shtick was as this matronly woman who wore latex lingerie under her house coat; playing into the fantasy of average housewife really being a kink dominatrix. However, as Vyki remembered what she did with some of those needles caused her to cringe and press her thighs even tighter together in protection. “Yaa....” Vyki said with an audible cringe as she recalled it.

“That was Nika,” Molly said with a devilish grin as she turned back to crying puddle on the floor, “and something tells me she wouldn’t be too happy to hear you misbehaving.”

Colin just cringed at the idea but turned away from Molly as he tried to ignore the ache in his loins. “Good luck getting through to her,” Colin said spitefully. “She’s a very busy woman.”

“Oh, she may be too busy for likes of your insignificant ass,” Molly said pulling out her phone, “but you’re talking to social butterfly of the local scene, ass hole.” Scrolling through the BDSM social page she found the invite, “yup, she was restarting her annual Krampus Krunch event (she’s not the most religious type).” Molly continued fiddling with her phone, “looks like she’s still up,” she continues with a big grin on her face as she types out a message on her phone.

Colin finally looks up and sees Molly typing something. Incredulously he challenges her, “you’re just bluffing. Mistress wouldn’t associate with you.”

Molly just giggles as she bends down and shows Collin her phone as his face goes pale.

M. Nika>> OMG mayhem!!! It's been so long, you naughty little girl! The Krampus krowd is waning, but sure you can come by! I’ll be up for hours.
Molly>> Great! Have a pest problem that I think could use your attention.
M. Nika>> OOoooo! I could use a good target!!

“Get up, bitch,” Molly said with a devilish grin, “we got a Christmas present to deliver.”

“No, no, please!!” The small man began whimpering and pleading as Molly grabbed his arm to stand him up. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!! Please don’t tell her! I promise I won’t bug you again; it was really stupid of me.” He blubbered as he kept slipping his feet on the ground.

“A little help, hun,” Molly said exasperated looking to Vyki as she was having problems picking the floundering man up.

Vyki cautiously walked over trying to avoid him having a perspective anywhere near her skirt and grabbed his other arm. Even under his dead weight, Molly & Vyki both being taller than him, and somewhat fit, easily carried the shorter man’s body.

As Molly dragged him towards the garage with Vyki lifting the other side following, the man occasionally put a foot down but was easily dragged along even as he continued to plead. “Ma’am, please!!! Please be reasonable!! I’m sorry, just tell me what I can do for you, and I promise I’ll do it!!” Even as they dragged him down the few steps into the sunken garage and towards her car, he blubbered and pleaded pathetically, “I can leave you alone and never come back. You want money?? My family is loaded, I’ll buy you anything!! It’s not like I really saw anything right? It was all fake no harm right?!? I’m sooo sorry.”

“Shut it!” Molly said as they stood behind the car and she opened up the trunk. “Get in, bitch!”

Looking up at the two women from side to side and then at the large empty space, “you’re kidding right?? Just trying to scare the stupid kid? I got it loud and clear!! No messing with you ladies! Message received.”

“I am not about to let you sit your nasty ass on my nice seats and I certainly don’t want to listen to you whimper and whine,” Molly griped at him, “now get your ass in!!!”

The smaller man almost started to get in when Vyki spoke up, “Molly, wait.”

“What is it?!?” Molly said not intending to direct all her anger at her partner, but she was loosing patience fast.

“You can’t just stick him in a trunk like that,” Vyki tried to explain as Molly looked at her with frustration. “It’s not like in the old days; they have these stupid glow in the dark release levers in them now,” Vyki said holding out the safety device for example. “First stop light we hit and he could just get out.”

“Your right,” Molly said exasperated. “Strip.”

“What?!?” Colin and Vyki said in unison surprise at Molly.

“I’m not going to say it again little twerp!!” Molly said menacingly getting in his face. “You wanted to see girls’ naughty bits, it's only fair you return the favor! Plus, it will make sure if you do decide to make a run for it, you’ll give everyone a show. Now toss your clothes on the ground or I’ll get the garden sheers and cut them off!!!”

Even Vyki was getting a little frightened as Molly’s vindictive turn when Colin whimpered out, “yes, ma’am,” and started taking off his coat and shirt.

“Faster, bitch!” Molly yells, as Colin tries to slip out of his boots and undoes his belt before hesitating again. “Get those OFF!” Molly gripes as she grips his belt & loops and tugged it down.

As she did, Colin immediately tried to move his hands to cover the other embarrassing item hidden by his pants. While they may have expected to see boxes, tighty whities, or designer briefs, Molly & Vyki did not expect the baby pink lace boy short panties. This immediately elicited a giggle from Molly, “I had no idea, sissy.”

“I’m not a sissy!” Colin said defensively as he tried to pull his pants back up, but Molly had used her foot to push the waist band down to his ankles.

“Those pretty panties would say otherwise, sissy,” Molly continued.

“There just a punishment,” Colin said meekly.

“For what?” Molly said incredulously.

“I got kicked out of a football game,” Colin said trying to explain it.

“Hardly seem the type to get into a fight, but whatever,” Molly says, “loose the panties, pants and socks, then get your ass in.” Molly says dismissively as she picked up his jacket and shirt, handing them to Vyki.

Colin went to open his mouth again, but saw the vicious look in Molly’s eyes and meekly lowered his eyes as he removed the stupid underwear and remaining clothing.

Finally standing in the buff but keeping his hands over his crotch, he sat on the bumper looking at the two women towering over him and tried to suppress his cock from painfully pushing against the metal tube of his chastity device. Seeing his ****, Molly gripped the top of his head and pushed him down into the truck as he finally lifts his bare feet up into. With him safely in place, Molly slammed the trunk lid shut.

“Here, no need to ruin his clothes yet,” Molly said as she took the shirt from Vyki and neatly folded it on the trunk. “Grab his pants and panties for me would you?”

Leaving the coat on the trunk, Vyki picked up the items, using the jeans to pick up the panties to avoid touching them.

Giggling at seeing Vyki’s tender treatment of the undergarments, Molly commented, “I know you’re not big on panties, but I promise you they’re not going to bite.”

“Ha ha,” Vyki said sarcastically. “That last thing I want to do is touch that creep’s underwear.”

“Fair point,” Molly says as she leaves the panties inside the pants as she folded them.

“K, put those in the back and lets go deliver our Christmas present,” Molly says as he grabs her keys and heads to the driver’s seat.

“I’m sorry, what?” Vyki said incredulously. “I thought you were taking him over there.”

“Well, I’m driving and know her, but you were the offended party,” Molly said matter of factually. “Besides, I bet Nika will just love you. Let’s go, Mrs. Claus!! Time to deliver what your husband won’t!!”

Grumbling Vyki picks up the garments and places them in the backseat while griping, “he’s not my husband.” Sitting down in the passenger seat she yelps as the cold leather comes in contact with her bare thigh while the plug drives in deeper.

“On Prancy and Vyki,” Molly says with a giggle as she starts the car and backs out of the garage.