Annabelle VIII: Herbert the Pervert
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
After Annabelle humiliates Herbert, he tries to get revenge. Big mistake


Annabelle performed a series of standing back handsprings, her leather-gloved
hands and booted feet rhythmically alternating impacting the ground as she
elegantly backflipped like a pro-gymnast, blindingly fast. She finished her
tumbling series with a full twisting layout, drawing a submachine gun in each
hand as she rotated through her full. Landing gracefully, she opened fire, her
heavily muscled forearms and thick wrists enabling her to control the recoil
from the fully automatic fire effortlessly, the guns perfectly still as they
spewed flame, every round dead on target. When her weapons finally clicked
empty, she casually blew the smoke away from each of them in turn.

"Cut!" the director yelled out. "That was perfect, Annabelle."

Annabelle smiled confidently. "Thanks." Her two best friends, May and Cassie,
cheered and applauded loudly.

"Well, that's the last of the scenes we need you for," the director continued.
He handed Annabelle a fat envelope. "Here's your pay, cash under the table.
When the rough cut of the film is ready, I'll have my assistant send you a
copy. And of course you and your friends will be invited to the premiere."

"Thank you. It was a pleasure working with you," Annabelle replied politely as
she took the envelope. "Well, see all you guys later!"

The girls hugged all the crew members goodbye. To any outside observer, they
appeared to be nothing other than three regular hot chicks. Only the males who
had been brutalized by them knew what they really were - a trio of cold,
calculating alpha female bitches who filmed themselves dominating and
humiliating weak males and selling the videos on the Internet in a very
lucrative business.

The girls headed out towards Annabelle's black BMW in the parking lot. They
made quite a sexy sight. The half-Filipina Annabelle had inherited very dark
brown skin and long silky black hair from that half of her ethnic background,
along with a tall 5'8" height and elegant European facial features from the
other half. Her 128-pound weight, hourglass figure, and muscular but feminine
body was perfect for acting or modeling, both of which she was highly
successful in.

Cassie was the most petite of the three at 5'6" and 120 pounds, but was still
strong and muscular. Her shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes accented
her high-cheekboned face. Although she was too short to be a model, she was
quite successful as a part-time actress, liking that job far better than her
former one as a dental hygienist, using her gymnastics and weapons skills to
get a succession of small but well-paying parts.

May was the most heavily muscled of the trio with her 5'6", 143-pound figure,
but she still had a small 26-inch wasp waist. From her Middle Eastern
heritage, she had long silky black hair and brown skin as dark as Annabelle's.
A former saleswoman at an upscale clothing store, she had quit her job just
like Cassie, the girls' now highly successful video business rendering regular
nine-to-five jobs for them obsolete.

"Thanks for getting me this gig, Cass," said Annabelle.

"No problem, Ana. I've had a few small acting jobs with the same director and
producer, and when I heard they were looking for a dark-skinned Filipina girl
who could shoot guns and do back flips, I knew I had to recommend you."

"And you smoked that audition with flying colors, Ana," May added.

"Well, let's go out for some steak and lobster to celebrate. My treat," said
Annabelle, waving the envelope.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Annabelle, Cassie, and May were enjoying yet another relaxing day at the
large, five-bedroom mansion that they had acquired from one of their male
victims. Cassie executed a graceful backflip off the diving board into the
swimming pool. Nearby, May was doing an effortless full 180 degree split on a
yoga mat.

Annabelle appeared, carrying her laptop. "Hey, check this out, guys," she
said. "The trailer for that movie I had a small part in has been posted on
YouTube. A couple of scenes in the trailer have me in them."

May performed an elegant back walkover followed by a back handspring to get
back to her feet and Cassie lifted herself out of the pool effortlessly with
her upper-body strength. Both girls eagerly hurried over to check out the
video.

"Cool stuff. Looks like it's going to be a good one," said May when they'd
finished watching the trailer.

"Have you checked out the comments yet, Ana?" Cassie asked.

"Skimmed through them a bit. A lot of them mention me. From guys mostly,
fantasizing about my body and my weapons and gymnastics skills. Typical." She
chuckled, then yawned in the manner of a confident hot chick who was used to
being hit on. "I'm going to practice my flips for a bit." Annabelle performed
a series of cartwheels towards the pool. Meanwhile, May and Cassie curiously
began scrolling through the comments on the video.

"Hey, check this out," said Cassie suddenly. "This dude named musclegirlfan333
says 'the scene where the Filipina chick pulled herself up to the roof with
one hand and there was a close-up of her thick, heavily muscled, dark brown
forearm was so hot, I wanked off to it several times'."

May snorted. "What a pervert. Bet he's some skinny, weak-ass bitchboy."

"Oh my God," Annabelle said suddenly, backflipping back over to the computer.
"Let me see that." As she read the comment, she began holding her sides in
laughter.

"What's the deal, Ana?" Cassie asked, alert. "Is it that different from the
typical creepy perv comments all of us have gotten over the years?"

Annabelle finally got her laughter under control enough that she could talk.
"That wasn't even my arm! That was my one scene where they used a stunt double
for me. I did all the other stunts myself, but even a girl like me isn't
strong enough to pull myself up one-handed like that."

May's hand flew to her mouth. "You mean that was a..."

Annabelle nodded. "Yep. That was a man's arm that that creep was jerking it
to."

Cassie and May now took their turn breaking into heaving fits of laughter.
"That is just so..." May said when her giggles finally subsided somewhat.
"Holy shit. If only we could find out who that perv is in real life...Imagine
the fun we could have with that."

"Well, why not?" said Annabelle, her dark brown eyes lighting up. "Cass,
you're an expert computer hacker. Think you could..."

Cassie was already clicking away at the computer. "Oh yeah. I am SO on it."

It was only about five minutes later when she called out, "Got it! His real
name is Herbert Laird, and here's his email address, physical address, phone
number...everything."

"Damn, Cass," said May. "You're good."

The blonde simply smiled. "It's not so much how good I am, it's what a joke
so-called Internet security is for most people."

"Herbert the pervert," mused Annabelle. "A fitting name." She rubbed her hands
together. "This is going to be fun."

* * *

Herbert entered his small studio apartment, tossed his keys on the counter,
and grabbed a cold beer from the refrigerator. He sighed almost contentedly.
After so many years, it looked like his life might finally be on the right
track.

Herbert was a typical omega male loser. Short, scrawny, unathletic,
unattractive, dull, and simply unable to flirt with girls. He had had a small
circle of friends, fellow misfits, in middle school, but those were the last
friends he'd ever had. In high school, he was always at the bottom of the
social and physical totem pole, alone and friendless, getting laughed at and
body-slammed against the lockers by popular boys and sometimes girls. The
majority of girls were physically stronger than him, and they made sure to let
him know it.

He'd thought things would get better when he went to college. A fresh start,
people being older and more mature, etc. But instead, it was just high school
all over again. Not only did he never manage to score with a chick, he never
even got a date and he never once set foot in a girl's dorm room. In addition,
whenever one of his professors happened to be a young, attractive woman, she
always seemed to hate him, as if they could tell he was secretly attracted to
them and resented him for it.

Herbert graduated with a liberal arts degree that wasn't worth the paper it
was printed on, along with a massive amount of student loan debt. After months
of trying and failing to get a job in the field of his college major, he had
settled for a minumum-wage, dead-end office job in a cubicle maze. It was that
or flip burgers at McDonald's.

Herbert had tried to make the best of his dreary, soul-crushing position.
There was an attractive young woman in the cubicle next to his, an athletic,
darkly tanned Latina named Alyssa. He wanted to work up the courage to talk to
her, but he just couldn't. Over the first few weeks at the office, however, he
overheard many of her personal phone conversations, and he learned several
things about her that matched his fetishes. He had a fetish for girls who were
good at throwing (since he was so terrible at it, and got off schmoe-style on
that) and a fetish for girls who could do back flips (since he knew he could
never do them himself and got off schmoe-style on that too).

Alyssa, he'd learned, had a background in both softball and gymnastics. In
addition, another overheard conversation revealed that she was an expert
markswoman. Herbert had only tried shooting once, and he'd been terrible at
it. That was why he was so turned on by girls who were skilled with guns - he
got off schmoe-style that a woman could do what he couldn't do.

And to top it all off, Alyssa, though she wasn't a big woman, had wrists and
forearms that were much thicker and more heavily muscled than his scrawny,
girly ones, and she always seemed to wear tops with three-quarter length
sleeves, as if she always wanted to show them off. He got off schmoe-sty...you
know the drill.

One day, desperately wanting to express his feelings, Herbert had left a note
on Alyssa's desk declaring his attraction to her, with a long, detailed list
of his fetishes and how she hit all of them. The next morning, Alyssa had
actually smiled at him, thanked him for the "nice note," and asked him to meet
her outside during their next break. His heart pounding with excitement,
Herbert had eagerly agreed. When they were outside, she'd asked him to read
her the note out loud. Despite being embarrassed by the personal, private, and
intimate things he'd written, he had obeyed.

Right after he'd finished reading the note, Alyssa then revealed that she had
rigged up a hidden camera and microphone, and also that she'd asked everyone
in the office to gather in the break room beforehand to see and hear the show.
Herbert had just broadcast his most humiliating fetishes for the whole office
to see and hear!

She then backhanded him across the face, a ring she'd been wearing leaving a
stinging welt on his cheek, and easily womanhandled him into the break room
with her superior physical strength for everyone to laugh at him in person.
Seeing the sea of hostile, taunting faces, all united in a common front
against him, had been the worst moment of Herbert's miserable life. The
director of human resources, holding her sides in laughter like everyone else
in the room, had then fired him for sexual harassment.

It had taken Herbert weeks to mentally recover enough to even start looking
for another job, and then months to actually find one. But he'd finally done
it. He'd found another office job, a better one. This one paid 10 percent
above minimum wage, and his cubicle was slightly bigger than his old one. And
best of all, though it had only been a week since he'd started and it was too
early to really tell, his coworkers seemed friendly. No one there knew of the
humiliation he'd gone through at his old job. It was a true fresh start.

Herbert sat down on his couch and grabbed the remote, his beer still in his
other hand. As he settled down to unwind after a long day of work, relax, and
watch some TV, he felt happiness flow through him for the first time in many
years. Sure, he was still stuck in this tiny, shitty studio apartment, but
with his increased salary, maybe he could soon afford one that was a little
bigger. And maybe he could become friends with his new coworkers, join their
social circle, and maybe even get one of them to be his girlfriend.

As a commercial break came on the TV, he looked around and nodded to himself.
He might not have much, but he had his own place, a new job, a fresh start.
Though he had been savagely humiliated at his old job, he had gotten past it.
Things could only go up from here. Right?

And best of all, he could go back to being safe and anonymous with his
fetishes. Now, he could simply make his fetish-related sexual comments on
social media under his online name, musclegirlfan333. Like he'd done just
yesterday with the video with that hot Filipina actress. He would have to go
see that movie when it came out in the theatres...

The loud, sudden sound of breaking glass jolted Herbert out of his thoughts. A
softball had come sailing right through his window.

Jumping up, he hurried over to the broken window, looking out over the park
that bordered the apartment complex. Two very attractive young women in jeans
and white T-shirts, a blonde and a brunette, each with a mitt, were looking up
at him with expressions of concern. "Oh my God, we're so sorry," said the
brunette. "The ball just got away from us."

"Do you mind coming down to talk?" the blonde added.

"Not at all!" said Herbert. His annoyance at the broken window had quickly
been replaced by excitement at this golden opportunity to talk to these two
hot chicks. He eagerly hurried out of his apartment and downstairs to the
park.

"I'm May, and this is my friend Cassie," said the brunette. "What's your
name?"

"H...Herbert." Damn. He always seemed to stammer when talking to pretty women.
And with these two, not only was their beauty intimidating, so was their
obvious strength and athleticism. The brunette, muscular May was clearly
stronger and heavier than him, and even the slim, blonde Cassie had arms that
were larger and more muscular than his.

"May's got a killer arm. Sometimes even I can't handle her cannon-like
throws!" Cassie said, laughing easily. May giggled, and Herbert nervously
laughed too, trying to calm his racing heart. But now that one of his fetishes
had been triggered, he became even more excited. "Y...you girls are softball
players?"

"Yeah, we both played on our college teams, and we play in a coed adult league
now," said May.

"How far can you throw?" Herbert asked eagerly.

"Oh, I can throw a softball about 170 feet, but I'm just a skinny girl," said
Cassie. "Miss Muscles May here can throw it over 200 feet."

"Damn. That's amazing," he said, hoping no signs of his hardening erection
were visible to the girls.

"How about you?" May asked.

"Oh, I was always terrible at throwing. I'd be lucky to throw it one-third as
far as you, May." Herbert was getting quite a thrill from hearing how girls
could do things he could never do.

"Hey, May, aren't we forgetting something? The broken window." Cassie pointed.

"Oh, yeah!" May reached into her jeans pocket and handed Herbert a bill. "A
hundred bucks should cover it, right?"

"Y...yes. Thank you. And here's your softball back."

"Thanks." May halfheartedly tossed the ball to Cassie, who caught it with her
glove. "You know, I'm not really in the mood for playing more catch after that
broken window. Want to hang out with us for a bit, Herbert? We can go up to
your apartment, if that's cool with you."

Herbert stared in shock. No girl had ever shown any interest in him, and now
these two hot chicks actually wanted to hang out with him?! If he had been
thinking with his big head instead of his little one, he would have realized
that something was up. But since he was only thinking with the part of his
body that wasn't very good at thinking, he saw nothing suspicious or dangerous
about the situation. "Sure! I'd love to!" he squealed out.

"Great. Let's go," said Cassie.

Inside his apartment, Herbert offered Cassie and May beers and they all sat
down on the couch. "So, you seem pretty into softball chicks," said May
casually after taking a long swig of her beer. "What got you into that?"

"Oh, I've always loved strong, athletic women in general, since I'm so weak
and unathletic," Herbert replied. "In physical education in school, I was
always in awe of all the girls who could throw farther than me. I decided a
long time ago that since most girls could out-throw me, I may as well make a
fetish out of it."

"What other traits do you like in a girl?" Cassie asked.

"Well, I love girls who can do back handsprings, girls who are good at
shooting guns, and girls with muscular forearms and thick wrists," Herbert
said. Part of him couldn't believe he was blurting out his fetishes so openly,
especially after what had happened with Alyssa. But May and Cassie's seeming
kindness had let him lower his guard, and of course his little head was firmly
in control of his (lack of) thinking.

"I guess you'd like us, then," said May. "Cassie and I can both do back
handsprings, and we're both experienced with guns. Although almost every young
woman knows how to shoot in these times. And of course our arms are obviously
bigger than yours." The brunette held her wrist next to Herbert's. Her large
forearm was clearly far thicker, darker, and heavily muscled than his. Cassie
compared her arm too. Although it wasn't as large or dark as May's, it was
still distinctly bigger and more tanned than Herbert's. Herbert was now wildly
excited. He couldn't believe that these hot babes were so cool about his
fetishes and their bodies. His cock was now fully erect in his pants.

"So, have you ever had a girlfriend who had those traits?" asked Cassie.

"Um...well...I haven't really dated much," he stammered.

May touched his shoulders, looking straight into his nervous eyes with her
confident dark brown ones. "Have you ever been with a woman, Herbert?"

He found himself unable to lie under that piercing gaze. "N...no."

"Wish we could do something about that," said Cassie. "But we're not, like,
sluts or anything. We just met you."

"Yeah," agreed May. She tilted her head, as if a thought had suddenly struck
her. "But maybe there is something we can do. We can let him jerk off for us."

Herbert froze, his mouth dropping open. "You really want..."

"Yeah!" said Cassie, as if she was slowly warming up to the idea. "Like I
said, we're not sluts, but we should do something to help you. If you got a
chance to express your sexuality in front of a woman, that would be a big
mental help for when it's time to actually be with a girl sexually."

The discussion of his fetishes, the girls' forward talk, and the sheer
sexuality from their beauty and physicality removed the last bit of caution
and fear from Herbert, as if it had flown out his newly broken window. "What
should I...How should I..."

"Well, is there anyone you've recently seen that really gets you going?" May
asked. "Not us, I mean, that would be a little too weird. But maybe someone
you've seen in a video on the Internet or something..."

"Um...well...there is someone..." He trailed off.

"Come on, Herbert," said the blonde. "You can tell Miss Cassie and Miss May."

"Well, this movie trailer I saw on YouTube...This Filipina actress..."

"Show us," said May. "But first, strip for us."

His little head in firm control of his actions, Herbert stripped naked,
exposing his weak, pale body, scrawny yet flabby. He had the beginnings of a
gut from eating too much fast food and getting too little exercise, and he
knew that even the bulky, muscular May's wasp waist was smaller than his even
though she was definitely a lot heavier than him. May and Cassie's firm bodies
looked even harder next to his soft one. But there was one part of him that
was hard, of course. His raging erection had reached its maximum length of
four inches. He was ashamed of his size, but Cassie and May seemed to have no
reaction to it with their poker faces.

"So the video..." said Cassie.

"Yeah." Herbert sat at his computer and opened the video clip, which he had
saved to his favorites. "It's a trailer for an upcoming action movie. This one
actress, Annabelle something, she seems to have a minor part, but she's so
fucking hot. She has a scene where it shows off just how big and muscular her
dark brown forearm is..." As the scene he was describing began to flash on the
computer screen, he began wanking himself off with his left hand without even
having to be prompted, his right hand still on the mouse.

"Now talk about it," whispered May in a husky voice. "Talk about what gets you
so aroused..."

"Oh, Annabelle," Herbert moaned as he continued to wank. He paused the video
as a closeup of the arm appeared. "That forearm, absolute perfection. So much
thicker than my weak girly wrist, so much darker, so much more heavily
muscled...I get off on female strength and my own male weakness...I am such a
schmoe,

I am such a cuck...oh, I can't hold it back any longer, I'm going to cum..."
And cum he did, shooting wave after wave of semen all over the keyboard.

"Cleanup on aisle 69!" Cassie joked. "So, would you like to meet the person
you just wanked off to?"

Herbert was still in the process of having the post-nut clarity wash over him.
"Huh? How is that poss...oh my God, is she here?"

"Yes and no," said May. "Here, yes. But it's not a she. Meet Keven."

A tall, muscular man stepped out of Herbert's closet. He held his heavily
muscled arm up next to the video on the computer screen, which was paused at
the moment of the clearest close-up, revealing without a doubt that it was
indeed the same arm. A moment later, another figure emerged from the closet.
This one was a woman, and Herbert recognized her. It was the actress,
Annabelle! She was wearing a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up, and he
could see that her muscular brown forearms, although certainly large for a
woman and definitely way bigger than his, weren't nearly as big as the arm on
the screen.

The realization finally hit Herbert like a wave of icy water. "You bitches set
me up! You set me up from the very beginning, from the softball..."

"Way to go, Einstein!" snickered Cassie. "You finally figured it out! Would
you like a Special Ed gold star? And, for the record, we set it up from even
before that. We set your bitchboy ass up right from when you made that comment
on the video as musclegirlfan333. Tracing and hacking you from that was a
breeze. That's how we chose you for this setup. By the way, I think you should
change your name to muscleBOYfan333."

"No...no...no..." he moaned, closing his eyes and re-opening them repeatedly,
as if that would make this go away, as if he would suddenly wake up from a
nightmare.

"This has all been captured on your webcam, by the way... bitchboy," said May.
"Plus several other cameras that Annabelle placed strategically in here when
she and Keven went in after you went outside to talk to me and Cassie."

"Well, go on...bitchboy," Annabelle smirked. "Smile for the camera, because
you're going to be a star. Tell America, tell the world all about your dream
woman - oh, excuse me, your dream MAN. About the 'absolute perfection,' as you
so eloquently put it, of a MALE arm that you just wanked yourself off to. And
most importantly of all, show everybody how tiny your little-boy cock is. Come
on, show that pencil dick for the camera. Aww, what's the matter, baby? Shy?
Cat got your tongue? Your dreamboat Keven is right here. Don't you want to say
hi?"

"Yeah," Keven sneered. "Tell me how in love with me you are... bitchboy."

"Well, on to business," Cassie chuckled casually as Herbert continued to sit
there, naked and humiliated, surrounded by his cum, his brain still in pure
shock. "I'll edit the video into a polished product that we can sell on our
usual dark web sales sites."

"And of course we'll email the video to every single one of your new
coworkers, cocksucker," May addressed Herbert. "You're going to become very
popular very soon. Although not the kind of popularity anyone would ever
want."

"Thanks for helping us out with this, Kev," said Annabelle. "I guess we'll see
you at the movie premiere."

"No prob, Ana," Keven replied. "Took me back to my high school days, when I
was body-slamming wimps like him against the lockers. Those memories will
never get boring." He suddenly swung his fist towards Herbert's face, then
stopped it at the last second. Keven and the girls laughed loudly as Herbert
flinched in fear. "Peace out," said Keven as he exited.

"Soon as we get everything we need, we'll be outta here too," said Cassie.

"Speaking of which," said May. She reached into Herbert's pants pocket and
took back the $100 bill she had given him earlier. "I wonder if this retard
actually thought he could keep this."

Annabelle bitch-slapped Herbert's face with her impressive strength, jolting
his head with the power of her blow. "This oughtta teach you not to hit on
women out of your league. Which is every woman. You're going to be a virgin
forever, you literal wanker. Accept your place at the bottom of the totem
pole, keep working like the good little omega male drone you are, and keep
paying taxes and supporting society so superior people like us can enjoy the
good life. Oh, and if you're too embarrassed to go back to your job after we
send all your coworkers the video, don't worry. Cassie will keep tabs on you
with her hacking skills and we'll send the video to all your coworkers at any
new job you get." She raised her hand as if to hit him again, then stopped at
the last second. She, May, and Cassie all snickered as he flinched again.

When he was finally left alone, Herbert began to cry as the realization
finally sunk in about how over for him it was. The small hope that he'd had
earlier was crushed permanently. No matter where he went, the humiliating
video would haunt and follow him forever. That blonde hacker girl, Cassie,
would make sure of that. The coworkers who had been friendly to him last week
would now always look down on him. He could never get a social circle now. He
could never be accepted as one of the boys, never get women to like him, never
get a girlfriend. He wished he could go back to when he had been humiliated by
Alyssa. At least that, he could recover from. But not this.

* * *

Cassie awoke quickly at the sound of the alarm from the sophisticated security
system the girls had installed in their taken-over-from-a-weakling-male
five-bedroom mansion. Wearing only her standard sleeping attire of lacy white
panties (her small perky 32B breasts didn't require a bra), she didn't bother
getting dressed. She merely grabbed a shotgun from under her bed and pumped it
one-handed, her wrist and forearm strength enabling her to do it easily
despite being a slender woman, and continued to hold the weapon in her left
hand while hurrying over to the security monitor, moving the fingers of her
right hand nimbly over the controls.

May and Annabelle appeared from their own bedrooms. May was wearing black
panties and a black bra, her D-cup tits straining to break loose, and carrying
an AR-15 rifle. The topless Annabelle - her firm perky 34B breasts not needing
a bra either - had a .45 pistol tucked into her lacy red panties. "What is it,
Cass?" asked Annabelle.

"Oh my God, check it out, you guys!" the blonde whispered excitedly, pointing
at one of the video feeds.

"Holy shit, is that..." May began.

"It sure is," Annabelle finished. "It's Herbert the pervert, breaking onto our
property with a gun!"

"The fool actually thinks he can get revenge on us!" smirked Cassie. "As if we
wouldn't be about ten steps ahead of him!"

"We can kill him, legally, right now," remarked May.

"True," said Annabelle thoughtfully. "And we will. Eventually. Anyone who
comes after us with a gun is dead meat. But I sure as hell don't want to go
the legal route and deal with months of interviews with the cops and the
district attorney's office. Plus, we should have some fun with him before we
take him down..."

"What did you have in mind, Ana?" Cassie asked, her smirk widening.

"This." Annabelle darted into her room and reappared with a bow, a quiver of
white-feathered arrows, and a jar. She dipped the tip of one of the arrows
into the jar, then carefully inserted it into her bow.

Checking the security feeds and selecting a position, she stood by an open
window and waited. When the creeping Herbert moved into just the right spot,
she took careful aim and let the arrow fly.

Herbert suddenly felt a horrible, searing pain and collapsed to the grass.
Looking down, he saw that an arrow had pierced his shoulder. He opened his
mouth to scream, but felt himself rapidly losing consciousness. He slumped
back, out cold.

Annabelle pumped her fist at making the perfectly aimed shot. The poison had
done its work perfectly too. Herbert would be unconscious for several hours.

May and Cassie were already downstairs. They dragged the sleeping body of the
pervert inside.

* * *

Herbert awoke with a terrible pain in his shoulder. Looking over at it and
remembering being shot, he saw that the arrow had been yanked out. A crude
bandage had been placed on the bloody wound. Attempting to touch it, he
discovered that his hands had been tied behind his back.

He tried to remember more. How and why had he been shot with an arrow? He
remembered his humiliation at the hands of Annabelle and May and Cassie, the
realization that he could never have a normal life now, and his desire for
revenge. He had gone to their house with a gun...

An icy wave of horror washed over him as he realized what must have happened.
Of course the girls, with their physical and mental superiority over him, had
outsmarted and ambushed him. And now he was at their mercy, and he knew they
would show him none.

He looked around. Everything seemed to be quiet. Though he had no idea where
he was, maybe he could still escape...

"Going somewhere, bitchboy?"

Annabelle appeared from out of nowhere, pointing her trusty .45 pistol right
at his head. Then, like apparitions, three more female figures rose up. Two of
them were Cassie and May. The third also looked familiar somehow. She was a
dark-skinned, athletic Latina, rather petite but quite muscular, with long
brown hair. Very pretty, as attractive as the other three girls.

"ALYSSA?!" he said as it finally clicked who she was.

"That's right...bitchboy," smirked Alyssa. "I saw the video of you wanking
your tiny dick off like the perverted freak you are. I contacted these girls
to congratulate them on humiliating you even better than I did and we became
fast friends. Then, after your pathetic failed attempt to get revenge on them,
they called me and asked if I'd like to join in the fun they were going to
have. Of course I said yes."

Herbert looked around wildly, like a cornered animal. "Go ahead and scream if
you want, but you'll just be wasting your breath," said Cassie. "We're in a
cabin in the middle of the woods. No one to hear you scream for miles, except
us...bitchboy."

He quivered in terror. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever we want...bitchboy," said May.

"Looks like our bitchboy is ready for the next phase of his punishment," said
Annabelle.

"Yeah," Alyssa added. "Or, more accurately, the final phase." Herbert trembled
in fear at that.

May yanked him up and began womanhandling him towards the center of the room.
Annabelle was still pointing her pistol at his head.

Herbert looked in front of him. A long, thin plank, resembling a diving board,
had been set up a few feet above the floor. On the far end of the plank was an
extension of it that was currently hanging downward at a 90 degree angle.

Cassie and Alyssa went to work, attaching ropes one by one to the bottom edge
of the downward-hanging section, until a dozen ropes had been put in place.
They then attached the ropes one by one to the far wall, pulling up the
section so that it was now level with the rest of the plank.

May shoved him in front of her onto the plank. When he was at the end, she
suddenly placed a noose around his neck, then tied the other end of the rope
to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Herbert wet his pants. May rolled her eyes
in disgust, savagely bitch-slapped him across the face, and joined the other
three girls at the side of the room.

Annabelle, still holding her .45, looked straight into Herbert's terrified
eyes with her confident dark brown ones. "When you invaded our property with a
gun, we had the right to kill you right then and there," she said. "But what
would be the fun in that? No, we prefer our executions to be a party. While
you were unconscious, we talked about what to do with you. A couple of the
girls wanted to make you face a firing squad, since we all love guns." She
pointed to a large assortment of rifles, pistols, revolvers, shotguns, and
even a bow and arrow and a throwing spear near the girls. "But in the end, we
decided to go with a good old-fashioned hanging...alpha bitch style."

The Filipina hottie suddenly fired a quick but perfectly aimed shot, the
bullet destroying one of the dozen ropes holding up the end section of plank.
"Whenever one of us feels like it, we'll take a shot at the ropes. When
they're all gone...you'll be gone too...bitchboy."

Herbert began to beg for his life. The only reaction was loud, cruel laughter
from all four girls. "We'll show you the same mercy you would have shown us if
you'd gotten the drop on us with your gun...bitchboy hypocrite," said Cassie.

He continued to beg. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll be your slave for life!"

May snickered. "We already have enough slaves, pencil dick. And they're almost
more trouble than they're worth."

"No...please...give me a chance..."

Annabelle looked up. "We gave you a fair chance when we left you after we were
through with you for the video. We gave you a whole speech about how you're an
omega male who deserves to be on the bottom of the totem pole. You should have
listened and accepted your place and your shitty life. Now you'll have no life
at all soon, and it's all your own fault."

He tried a new tactic. "Please...Alyssa...You don't know how those other three
are...You're different...Please, save me, I'm begging you..."

His pleading was abruptly cut short when Alyssa snatched up a rifle, took aim,
and fired, destroying another rope. "If I'm different, it's because I have
even less patience for a pathetic twerp like you than they do," she snapped.
"Did you forget how you sexually harassed me? I've hated your guts since the
first day I saw you and you gave me that ugly-guy-has-the-hots-for-me look. I
wanted to vomit."

Herbert's pleading dropped to a whimper. Meanwhile, the girls unpacked boxes
of Chinese food, along with a couple of pizzas and several bottles of Coke,
wine, tequila, and vodka. They began eating, drinking, and chatting, talking
about sports and dates and social media, as if it was just a regular day for
them.

"I know where there's a huge stash of gold Krugerrands," Herbert blustered
suddenly. "Let me go and I'll tell you exactly wh..."

May, a tumbler of tequila in one hand, picked up a .357 magnum revolver with
the other and fired, taking out a rope and cutting his latest attempt short.
"Bitchboy, please. You're a broke-ass loser who had a minimum-wage job. You
and your shitty studio apartment were so pathetic that we didn't even bother
taking anything other than that $100 bill. Stash of Krugerrands? Motherfucker,
please!"

Another time, Herbert simply began screaming at the top of his lungs. Cassie,
holding a slice of pepperoni pizza in her left hand, snatched up a .40 caliber
Sig with her right and squeezed the trigger, breaking another rope. He quieted
very quickly after that.

Alyssa picked up the spear and looked at the terrified male, holding fearfully
still. "I never did get a chance to show off my softball-trained throwing
skills to you, cocksucker. You weakling males who throw like girls are so
pathetic to women like us who can actually throw like men. This is going to be
yet another manly thing that you could never do, so check this out, wanker."
With that, the slender but powerful Latina hurled the spear with awe-inspiring
strength and lethal accuracy, destroying yet another rope. She celebrated with
a no-handed cartwheel after making the perfect throw.

As the day wore on, he tried one plea after another to save his life. Some
were met by expertly aimed gunshots that destroyed a rope. Others were met
with laughter, and still others were simply ignored completely.

"Damn, I'm full," said Cassie finally, holding her still-flat stomach. She
downed a shot of vodka.

"Me too," added Annabelle as she polished off another glass of wine.

May looked over the piles of food. "Well, we still have plenty of leftovers
for breakfast if we decide to stay over in the cabin."

Alyssa ran her fingers over the rows of bottles. "Drinks, too."

Herbert's whimpering, which had been at a low, steady level for the past
couple of hours, rose slightly in pitch. The girls looked at him, as if they
were four scientists studying a lab specimen.

"The look of complete terror, helplessness, and defeat. Is there anything more
beautiful on a weakling male's face?" asked Annabelle in a philosophical
voice.

"And the best part is, he earned everything that's coming to him when he came
after us," said Cassie.

"This is so fun," added May. "Physical torture is so crude. Mental torture
like this is just so much more...sophisticated."

"Think an arrow could take a rope down?" wondered Alyssa as she looked at the
elegant recurve bow at her feet.

"Go on and try it, Lys," Cassie encouraged.

"Don't mind if I do." Alyssa picked up the bow and inserted an arrow. Using
her strength to pull back the string on the heavy-draw bow all the way, she
expertly aimed it at one of the two remaining ropes.

She let the arrow fly. Propelled by the power of the beautiful but lethal
weapon, the white-feathered projectile ripped right through the rope, easily
snapping it in two. "Guess it can!" the Latina hottie giggled.

"Only one rope left now," said Annabelle casually, as if Herbert and his
whimpers weren't even there. "Should we flip for it or something?"

"Hey, wanna see if we can shoot these empty bottles in midair?" May suggested.

"Sounds fun!" Cassie picked up an empty wine bottle. "Say when!"

May picked up the .357. "Pull!"

The bullet annihilated the bottle, coming very close to the final rope, as the
blonde had thrown it very near. All four girls laughed and high-fived one
another.

They took turns throwing and shooting the remaining empty bottles, making sure
to toss each one very close to the rope. Each shot the girls fired destroyed a
bottle, along with coming within inches of destroying the rope. The first
bottle had caused Herbert to both piss and shit his pants. By the last bottle,
he would have shat and pissed himself again, but he had nothing left in his
system.

When the last empty bottle had been destroyed, the girls looked at one another
contentedly. Herbert had gone silent and was now praying to whoever or
whatever might be up there that these evil bitches would decide that this was
enough, that he had learned his lesson, that it was time to let him go.

"No, this isn't enough, you haven't learned your lesson, and we're not going
to let you go," said Annabelle.

"Oh my God. Do you ultimate alpha females have mind reading powers too now?"

"No, dumbass," snorted Alyssa. "You said your prayers out loud, pencil dick."

"Please," he begged. "Don't I get anything as a condemned man..."

Cassie pulled an olive off of a pizza and tossed it into his open mouth in the
middle of his speech, using her softball girl skills to make the accurate
throw. "There's your last meal. Make sure to swallow. Should be easy for a
swallower like you."

"Yeah, bet he's fantasized about swallowing loads from guys like Keven," May
snickered.

"And here's your last rites," added Alyssa. "When you get to hell, say hi to
all the other incel freaks who tried shooting places up. You virgin losers
with your mass shootings are fucking everything up for responsible gun owners
like us." There was a chorus of agreement from the other three women at that.

Annabelle whispered something to the other girls, who nodded in agreement.
Herbert, who had gone back to whimpering and begging again, quieted as each
girl stared at him with an icy look and then picked up a weapon - the shotgun
for Cassie, the AR-15 for Alyssa, the .357 revolver for May, and the trusty
.45 pistol for Annabelle. The lethal hotties began their final "The Reason You
Suck - Fatally" speech.

"DON'T," said Annabelle.

"FUCK," said May.

"WITH," said Cassie.

"DEADLY," said Alyssa.

"ALPHA," said Annabelle.

"BITCHES," said May.

"LIKE," said Cassie.

"US," said Alyssa.

"EVER!!!!" screamed all four women at the same time. With that, they opened
fire simultaneously, striking the last rope with a hail of deadly accurate
lead. The far end of the plank dropped and Herbert the pervert's neck broke
with a sickening SNAP, his corpse dangling from the ceiling, swinging slowly
back and forth.

There was no dramatic emotional reaction from any of the girls. They were
cold-blooded alpha female bitches. This was what they would do to anyone who
threatened them.

"Time for the Dom Perignon?" suggested Cassie casually.

"Absolutely," Annabelle nodded.

"For sure," May agreed.

"Hell yeah!" cheered Alyssa.

They popped the cork, poured glasses for themselves, and drank.

THE END

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