The Perfect Stomp

Tramplee lives with a couple of mean-ass Dommy girls, Shay Sights and Kianna - both of whom look just adorable n their skimpy nighties. But he has a problem: He leaves the lights on all the time. Doesn't he know that this is California? Doesn't he know there's a power crisis? Tramplee needs to know where the TRUE source of power resides: With a couple of stomp-happy bitches who giggle at the sight of a man in man. "He is so fucking gross," Kianna notes. "Let's stomp on him!" Both girls clamber aboard his torso, crushing his body flat beneath their combined weight. "You rack up our bills, you steal our food - time to teach you a lesson!" they spit, as they dig their feet into his neck. They punish him with big leaps onto his ribs and nasty knee-drops onto his body. They inflict a full-out aerobic work-out while dancing on his bruised body - and his rhythmic OOF OOF OOF proves that his pain is very, very real. "What else have you got to say?" Shay Sights asks. "Because anything that comes out of your mouth will only PISS ME OFF!" When tramplee nevertheless dares to offer a few words, she takes a huge leap from a nearby platform and shakes up his insides like a one-woman earthquake. They kick and kick and kick him, apparently trying to send his spleen soaring toward a field goal. "He's a fucker! I hate him!" Kianna notes. What more reason do they need to stomp him into oblivion?