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Ian laughed at her, as she
tried to charm him with Mitsu's pouts, but without any hair it just didn't
work!
"The good news is that this is your last punishment Judy. If you're
good, and take this obediently, I'll try not to push you off the
stool! Once I'm finished, I suppose we'll be almost even, though in
future you'll be my sex-slave obviously....
I once read about this in a book about chicago gangsters! It was
something they did to squeelers - that's people who informed the
police about them Jude - Your running to dad all the time seemed kinda
similar don't you think? Just remember, you can cry but no screaming!"
Ian walked over to the large metal pan that had been heating up since
he'd first entered the room. "It's pitch Judy, you know, tar like they
put onto the roads." Ian picked it up and without giving his sister
time to complain, raised it above Mitsu's head, and slowly started to pour
the thick burning liquid onto Mitsu's head. Somehow Mitsu Amai managed to keep
standing, but relea
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