I feel like we came here for something important.

"So let me make sure I got this right." Francine rubbed the bridge of her nose as she spoke. "I chuck you upstairs to find Wilde, and when I get up here, you've found a DIFFERENT Wilde, and she's slurping your cum down like wine?" Kenny was kneeling down looking sheepish as Scarlet giggled at the scene. "I know it sounds bad when you say it like that..." Kenny muttered. Francine shook her head. "Oh no, it sounds fucking awesome. It's pretty much exactly what I would have done, so I'm actually impressed. I just feel that we're going to have a much harder time convincing "Rosie" not to destroy our dorms after you've boned her mom."

Scarlet sighed wearily. "She does tend to take these grudges very seriously. She's always been one to throw her allowance around. Maybe we've been a bit too lax on her, spoiled her a little much." "Is that her convertible outside?" Kenny asked, looking out the window. "One of them, yes!" Scarlet smiled back. "Yeah, I think spoiled is an understatement here, lady." Francine sighed. "Come on Kenny, let's get moving. We need to find Rosie and kick and/or fuck her ass. We'll decide when we get there." "That sounds bad!" Scarlet gasped. "Relax, lady, it's a porn story, she'll be into it." "Wait, what?" Kenny tried to ask before Francine grabbed his wrist and started heading for the door.

"How are we even going to find her anyway?" Kenny asked. "I dunno," Francine replied, "This place is so big that I wouldn't be surprised if we're searching the place for a good few hours or-" As they left the room, the room below their feet opened up into a large trapdoor. "Oh good, this is much quicker." Francine managed to say before gravity took effect and the two went plummeting down below.

Kenny felt groggy when he woke up, his eyes heavy and weary. He laid back to try and feel the soft pillow under his head, but all he felt was air. He shook his head and began to remember where he was. His eyes snapped open. "Francine?!" He asked out loud. "Over here!" Francine shouted out. Kenny looked over to his left to see two figures. One, Francine, was tied with several chains to a wooden chair. The other figure stood over her with a smug smile. "I'm with Rosie." Francine said through gritted teeth.

Rosie Wilde was a sight to behold. A short woman in stature, she made up for it in her presentation. She wore a crimson dress down to her knees, and a blazer with a cravat centred below her neck. She had a long blonde ponytail trailing down her back, and a smug smile on her crimson lips. Her bright blue eyes looked down on Kenny with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Her arrogance was clear, but not unfounded. She was stunningly beautiful, with long legs and a flawless waist, leading up to a pair of ample squeezable breasts constrained by her tight outfit. Her skin was without blemishes, and her blonde hair was beautifully silky and well maintained. She was a woman who put effort into her appearance, but her attitude suggested this came to her naturally.

The contrast between Rosie and Francine was pretty vivid. Francine, dressed in her gym-clothes, scruffy hair, and an irritated frown on her face, looked like she was from another world than her shorter, prouder rival. Rosie seemed to relish having the beautiful brute tied up below her, but in all honesty, despite Francine being sat down there really wasn't a big gap in height. Kenny could only imagine how the short heiress would be dwarfed if Francine stood upright. Rosie giggled at her captive foe, which soon became an outright laugh, as haughty and arrogant as you could imagine it to be. "To think that Francine herself, star of the wrestling club, would come to challenge me in person! 'Tis more than I could ever have hoped for! What made you think you could strike at me in my own home?" "I dunno, what the hell made you put trap doors outside some random room?" Francine questioned. "They're not random, my dear ogre, they're outside every room in the mansion." "That sounds...incredibly difficult to plan and create for very little reward." Francine raised an eyebrow. Rosie laughed again. "You doubt the abilities of the Wilde Family? There is nothing we cannot do!" Francine gritted her teeth at the loud laugh. "Yeah, except maybe turn the fucking volume down..." She muttered.

"And you even brought your pet dog to this little get-together!" She looked over at Kenny who was still staring rather dumbly at the bouncy heiress. "Stare all you desire, Fido. 'Tis not often a commoner gets a glance at perfection." She threw her head backwards and laughed. Kenny just looked over at Francine in amazement. "Dear God, she's worse than I could have ever imagined." He said to her. Francine just nodded in understanding. Rosie, whether she heard the insult or not, just kept laughing. "Yeah, she's...she's a thing, alright." Francine sighed. "Enough laughing!" She shouted out. Rosie glared down at her in a pout. "Oh, little Francine wants to boss me around? After sneaking into my home? And upsetting my poor mother?" "Upsetting?" Francine asked. "Indeed. I could hear her moans and cries from outside...she sounded so distressed...I had assumed you were above abusing innocent bystanders, but I suppose I should have known better from you and your pet." Rosie leaned over and the two stared deep into each others eyes. There was a tension between them. Kenny gulped at the aura that was forming around them. In different ways, these were easily the two most powerful people Kenny had ever met, and they were more than ready to clash.