it's sheer & utter carnage

Candy stood up to address the men:
“Now you've ALL been bad business men, raising prices, inflating sales, lying to your share holders Tsk…tsk.” Princess Candy said “You’re all going to be PUNISHED”

“Please have mercy” Donald Trump said.

SLAP!!!

“Shut up worm. Good thing your daughter can run your company now, under the BITCH INC banner. It was falling apart before we captured you. You were lying about your profits, and putting people out of business. In fact I think I am going to show all of you how to give BACK to the people”

“These are all women who were your stockholders. Who you rip offed. Lucky they were given stock in bitch Inc and are now making quite a profit. But that before you nearly put them in the poor house with your lies and illegal scams. I think they all want to talk to you.”

There were CFOs and Section heads of Miscosoft, GM, Exxon, Pepsi, Lockheed, the NRA, ToysRUs, Nike, WalMart, Time Warner, IBM and Ford. All 35 were well-known prominent male figures from positions of immense power that had recently gone missing, mostly unnoticed (in part because the media girls were here tonight, and they were not planning to mention any of this in the tv or press news ... yet). The men were still wearing their work shirts and tuxedo jackets, though most already had some rips and tears in their skin and their clothes, all were shckled securely to 35 sets of hand trap hooks in the ceiling.

"Your first lesson, boys, is how to give people good value for money. I have today allowed in a group of a 100 women. All of them have paid Bitches Inc big money for the right to have "a talk" with you about your practices and about how they, as shareholders and as consumers, were deceived and short-changed, while YOU pocketed the money. All of the proceeds from this went to our Bitches Inc campaign to catch more creeps like you, and to bolster the profits of our all-female clientele. Now go ahead, boys, give 'em good value for money!"

All 100 women stepped forward. They were furious, some wanted blood, others wanted humilation, others wanted to **** these sleezeballs until they perish. It varied greatly.

The room filled up with the sound of smacks and screams of pain.

At first, maybe 20 of the men were receiving open palmed slaps and back hand slaps, some from as many as three girls at once. Maybe 12 were having their balls squashed by one woman while another was squeezing his chin and talking into his face, and the rest were just being reduced to punching bags.

The **** dungeon was filled up smiling, vengeful girls, the sound of smacks, kicks and punches landing everywhere and screams of paine as bones were starting to break and balls to rupture.

"Now remember, girls, if you would like to "pwn one of these men for the week, or be present at their execution in a fortnight, you will have to pay for that. It won't be hard to afford, ladies, as you are earning so much from our stock, aren't you?"
Candy was persuading lots of girls to sign for more sessions, even as this one was far from over, and the money was going around in circles now as Bitches Inc was involved in every transaction.

The men were suffering. Having had the chance to speak and explain themselves during the intial beatings, they now found that they had freshly worn under panties that the paying guests had worn into this session, stuffed into their mouths, and things being written in lipstick on their chest like "swindler no more" or "a man who had to learn the hard way how to treat women".

Then while some of the men were still trying to "hang" in there, while receiving the raw act of vengeance in each lip shattering, rib cracking, ball breaking, tooth releasing, lung crushing punch and kick, others were being lowered down so they could be gang **** by these liveley girlies.

With one girl on their face and another riding his cock, orgasm after orgasm was **** from these remorseful businessmen.

Then came the butt plugs. 20 in all, in all different sizes. Men who had once been proud businessmen now had their anal passages violated and girl power sweep all over them. Those were the lucky ones. Others were having such monstrocities pushed inside them that it was all starting to break. One man had such a bohemath shoved inside of him that the girls were having to pay the **** surcharge. "As we are going to be paying this, and it costs pennies to us, and that for a cause we are willing to support, we may as well make the most of it, eh, girls?" Then the ferocity and the severity increased.

Then came the mass-tramplings and the face sittings, interspersed with lots of butt kissing and groin kicking. These men were in for a long, long night ahead. They were having to lick the blood of the women's feet, decide themselves which bone is to be snapped next, and be turned into human trampolines as well.

Regardless of how much damage they sustained in those early beatings, there was more and more being dished out, and the worst was yet to come ...