You fuck up the Donnas!

"Come on, slut, suck my dURK!" Donna the second shuts up when you shoot your fist up into her swollen sack and crack her chin with your skull as you bolt upright. She'll heal in minutes at most, but from the CLAAAANG her head makes hitting the stall behind her, she'll do her healing in a deep slumber.

"Hey! You caAAAK!" Donna dos cries out before your spinning back hand sends her head spinning and her pea brain ping ponging back and forth in her skull and her collapsing concussed to the floor. She'll be seeing tweety birds when she wakes up, but she'll be fine.

"Nasty little cuNNF!" You didn't see Donna prime sneak up behind you, but Abigail did and grabbed her by the ankles sending her smashing face first into the sink. She joins her fiendish friends on the filthy floor and you help your friend to her feet.

Abigail gets a hot, hungry, hateful look in her eyes and kicks the nearest Donna in the ribs. "Now we know what that 'D' stands for!" She kicks the other two to be fair, and they moan in their sleep, as much in pleasure as in pain, "The Dummies!" She keeps kicking the **** cuties and you grab her and pull her away. She gives you a look full of loathing, and snarls savagely in a voice you have heard before, "Don't get high and mighty on me, Mom! If I want to fuck up and fuck some fuck ups, then I'm gonna do it! If that makes me a monster, then ask yourself who made the monster?!"

You want to slap the silly slut. You want to put her in her place. You want to hold her close and let her know you will still love her if she's a monster, but you see the angel in her too. Your better angels win out, and you hold her close and hold her tight. She struggles and pushes, kicks and bites, and kisses and caresses you in an attempt to get free, but you endure it all and keep repeating, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..."

Eventually you feel Abigail soften, settle down, and sob into your shoulder, "Why?! Why won't you just let me be awful?! It's so much easier! Why can't you just be happy for me?" Her body is racked with sobs and you hold her even tighter, stroking her hair and soothing her until she stops shuddering.

You lift her chin with your finger so she can look you in the eyes and answer her, "Because you are better than your worst choices. Because you can always start making better choices. Because I see so much wonderful in you hiding hurt and horrified behind your awful, alluring armor." You let her go and take a step back, smiling warmly and signaling that you will not prevent her from hurting The Dummies if she still wants to.

Instead she sighs and punches you in the arm hard enough to hurt but held back enough to show she cares and sighs, "You jerk! If you weren't so cute, I'd kick your ass and then theirs." She dries her tears and smiles and snuggles up close to you as you wait for the dozing Dummies to wake up...

....

"Whah huh? Wha...what happened? Why are our clothes still on?" Dumbie senior sounds almost disappointed to discover she has been relatively unmolested in her slumber. She wakes her cronies, who seem equally surprised and sulky to find they haven't been bound and buggered.

Abigail spit on the floor and hisses, "Because I'm not as bad as my worst mistakes, and you aren't worth making another one! But if you ever try this shit on me or any other unwilling bimboi again..." she hovers over them, giving them a glimpse of the white hot hate she was burning with earlier. The cringe and cower and reveal themselves for the cowards they are. Then, as if flipping a switch, Abigail is sugar sweet and sing song saying, "But let's not dwell on defenestration...let's focus on the positive. There's lots of bimbois here that would love to be bullied within the boundaries of consensual, caring roleplay. I'd wager a few of you would even like to be bullied by the right bimboi if you weren't too scared of your friends to admit it."

All three Donnas blush and avoid each others guilty gaze. You are again impressed by Abigail innate intuition. Maybe it's because she's always hiding behind illusions herself that she can see through everyone else's. Maybe she's just smarter than you. Either way, she leaves her former bullies with a lot to think about as she leaves them behind on the bathroom floor...

....

You spend the rest of the day helping Abigail settling accounts. It turns out she's claimed a long list of tormentors and for whatever reason, she now wants to make a break from them. You get the feeling she might let a select few bully her again, but this time on more honest, healthy footing. You don't even have to knock out any more thotty thugs. Your reputation as a Donna demolisher spreads fast and soon everyone is willing to accept Abigail's terms...

"Whew! What a day! I like, totes can't believe I'm free and clear of all those toxic, but oh so thrilling relationship. We should celebrate." Abigail goes from silly and sing song to serious and sultry in the space of a sentence. You smile and nod as she changes from her sexy school slut outfit and into her tempting but tamer turtleneck and tights. You are all ears as she shares her party plans...