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Fairly FlawedParents	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 28990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Truth Shall Set Your Fee
Wearing nothing but a leather corset and a partial face mask, Mr. Turner was kneeling on the king-sized bed in their room and clutching its headboard tightly with both hands. Mrs. Turner walked around to the other side, sporting nothing but a halter top of sparse leather straps and a dual-sided strap-on dildo. In her right hand, she held up a black paddle which was studded with small rubber spikes. She waved the Chocodildo in his face with her left hand.
“Now, my pathetic slave, if you want more of this then you won't let go of the headboard for any reason until I tell you,” she instructed him. To punctuate her command, she thrust her hips forward, violently poking him in the hip with her phallus. “Got it!?” she barked while tossing the chocolate toy on the nightstand.
“I got'cha, honey!” his voice resonated in his usual upbeat tone.
With a snarl, she smacked his rear harshly several times in a row, making him jump and flinch so much that he shook the headboard violently. “Gee, sweetie, that was pretty hard. You've been working on your upper body strength, haven't you?” he gleefully asked.
“Silence, you sickening wretch!” she screamed while kicking him in the thigh with her bare foot. “How dare you scheme behind my back and disobey me, sneaking off and trying to do filthy disgusting things with that little girl!? Not even waking me up so I could watch!” The enraged Mrs. Turner grabbed the back of his mask and jerked his head violently to face her. “And worst of all, we found that... that Veronica in Timmy's bed!” With a look of utter disgust, she reared up and forcefully kicked her husband's behind.
“Yeah, yuck!” Dad answered enthusiastically. “You're right to be angry with me for almost getting in bed with that.”
“On the bright side, we found this nice chocolate toy that one of them left in Timmy's bed,” Mom purred while pressing the Chocodildo to Dad's face.
“It even tastes a little like Trixie!” He eagerly sucked on it, leaning forward to take it deep into his throat.
Mom shuddered with delight and even let out a giggle. “I wish we had another guy here,” she sighed while pulling it away from him. She teased him with it for a minute, trying to make him let go of the headboard. Disappointed that her slave didn't lose his grip, she spat in his face and dropped it on the nightstand. “Well, anyway, let's see how you enjoy the punishment I have in mind for you.”
She shoved his head away in disgust and went towards the foot of the bed. With her left hand, she grasped his left ankle and lifted it high into the air, revealing his stiff member and its two best friends. While bracing herself with one knee on the bed, she stretched her left arm straight up, forcing him to twist awkwardly as his sensitive man bits were completely exposed.
Still, he happily complied. “Thanks, honey. That could really use some airing out.”
Mrs. Turner gripped the paddle tightly in her right hand and brought it back, getting ready to strike directly on his excited manhood. “Prepare to suffer the most horrific punishment imaginable!”
Just as she reared back to strike the vicious blow, Vicky suddenly crashed through the bedroom door with a terrible roar. She stumbled in with a crazy look in her eyes and tripped over the footboard, tumbling into the bed. Her face smashed directly into Mr. Turner's crotch with so much force that it jolted him forward, breaking Mrs. Turner's hold on his leg. “Owie!” he exclaimed as her face slapped against his testicles. However, he never lost his grip on the headboard, so the raving teenager was knocked sideways and landed directly underneath him, face up. Then his leg fell over her hips, trapping her beneath him.
“Hey, look honey, it's Vicky!” he loudly noticed.
“Wha?” the dazed girl snarled as she aimlessly punched, kicked and scratched at the joyfully-submissive man. “I'll tear you to pieces!” she screeched as tears of rage ran down her twisted face.
Dropping the paddle, Mrs. Turner abruptly seized her right ear and dragged the girl's face out from under her husband's chest. “Vicky! What are you doing here!?” the older woman demanded.
The teenage girl screamed in pain with a violent shudder, accidentally kneeing Mr. Turner's groin as she tried to curl up in a ball.
“Hey!” he shouted. “Aren't you supposed to be watching Timmy at the Tangs' house?”
“Timmy!” Vicky spat out in horror. Then she screamed and babbled incoherently while shaking and convulsing in a violent tantrum. Only her head stayed relatively still due to Mrs. Turner's grip.
With a gleam in her eye, Mrs. Turner explained, “I think it's quite clear what's she's up to, honey, uh, I mean, pathetic slug! Our sweet babysitter Vicky left our son all alone in a strange and dangerous place, just so she could come back here with insane bloodlust and violently attack us in our own bed.”
“Wow! And they say teens don't put much effort into anything these days,” Mr. Turner kindly noted. “Gee, Vicky, how come we never realized before just how sadistic and depraved you really are?”
“Oh, stop teasing her, dear,” Mrs. Turner chided. “She tried to hide her nasty streak around us, but the stupid bitch doesn't understand subtlety. Apparently, she never learned the most-important rule.”
Mr. Turner jumped right in, “You mean about creating an impenetrable facade of superficial congeniality and politeness that permeates your entire being and makes it impossible for anyone, including your own son, to realize just what a sick twisted fuck you really are?”
“That's the one, my dear, uh, putrid puddle of vomit,” she chirped happily.
“Well, let's just beat it into her then!” he offered.
“Wait a minute! What!?” Vicky stuttered as panic began to set in. “I'm not...! It was...!” With her strength all used up and her rage depleted, the teenager was no match for either one of them, never mind both together.
With her right hand, Mrs. Turner gripped the babysitter's throat tightly, turning her face even redder. Then she seized the girl's right wrist in her other hand, finally causing her to settle down. “Now, I only have one question for you, young lady!” Mrs. Turner huffed. “Wanna join us?” she said with a tight smile.
“I thought you wanted another guy, sweetie?” her husband wondered aloud.
“Meh, close enough,” his wife answered while flipping Vicky onto her stomach and twisting her arm behind her back. She switched Vicky's wrist to her left hand and directed her husband, “Unworthy scum dearest, pick up the paddle please, er, or else!”
“Uh, do I have your permission to let go of the headboard now, dear?” he asked sweetly.
“Damn it! I thought I was gonna get you that time!” She laughed and slapped his behind before telling him, “Yes, you may.”
“Okeedokey,” he said, while being sure to knee the helpless teenager in her ribs as he crawled over her. He placed the paddle's handle in his wife's hand as soon as she had finished pulling down the teen's pants and underwear.
“Now hurry up and get her butt up in the air,” she barked. “We have a lot of training to do tonight. Who knows? Maybe we can break in the new ten-incher,” she said while tapping her paddle against the end of the strap-on. “But only if you two can unscrew this one together using only your mouths.”
“Waiigh!” Vicky began to cry out as Mrs. Turner enthusiastically paddled her hard little ass.
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