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The Evil of Mrs. Jenkins
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: April 12, 2024, 1:44 am
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It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in the small town of Oakwood,
where elderly Mrs. Jenkins lived in her quaint little cottage at
the end of Maple Street. At 78 years old, Mrs. Jenkins was known
for her feisty spirit and quick wit, but what many didn't know
was that she had a secret weapon hidden in her basement - a
dildo machine that she used to teach thieves a lesson they would
never forget.
One particular afternoon, Mrs. Jenkins was in her garden tending
to her beloved roses when she heard a rustling coming from the
front of her house. Curious, she made her way to the front porch
and saw a young man trying to break into her home. Without
missing a beat, Mrs. Jenkins calmly walked back inside and made
her way to the basement where she kept her trusty dildo machine.
The thief, unaware of the danger he was about to face,
successfully broke into Mrs. Jenkins' home and made his way to
the living room, looking for valuables to steal. As he rummaged
through the drawers, he heard a creak coming from the staircase.
Before he could react, Mrs. Jenkins appeared in front of him,
holding a gleaming silver dildo machine in her hands.
"You picked the wrong house to rob, young man," Mrs. Jenkins
said sternly, her eyes glinting with determination. The thief,
realizing he was caught, tried to make a run for it, but Mrs.
Jenkins was faster. With a swift motion, she grabbed the thief
by the arm and dragged him down to the basement, where the dildo
machine awaited.
The thief's eyes widened in horror as he saw the metallic
contraption in front of him. Mrs. Jenkins strapped him in
securely, making sure he was unable to escape. With a flip of a
switch, the dildo machine came to life, its long, phallic
appendage slowly inching towards the thief's exposed buttocks.
As the thief struggled and squirmed, Mrs. Jenkins stood back and
watched with a satisfied smirk on her face. The dildo machine
began to thrust in and out, relentlessly fucking the thief's ass
with a force that left him gasping for air. Mrs. Jenkins knew
that this was the only way to teach him a lesson he would never
forget.
Hours passed as the thief endured the relentless pounding of the
dildo machine, his cries of pain echoing through the basement.
Mrs. Jenkins stayed by his side the entire time, making sure he
didn't pass out from the sheer intensity of the machine's
movements.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the dildo machine
came to a stop, leaving the thief trembling and broken on the
floor. Mrs. Jenkins released him from his restraints and helped
him to his feet, giving him a stern warning never to come near
her house again.
As the thief stumbled out of the basement and into the fading
sunlight, Mrs. Jenkins felt a sense of satisfaction wash over
her. She knew that she had taught him a lesson he would never
forget, and she hoped that he would think twice before trying to
rob someone again.
And so, the legend of Mrs. Jenkins and her dildo machine spread
throughout the town of Oakwood, serving as a cautionary tale for
would-be thieves who dared to cross her path. From that day on,
no one ever dared to mess with the feisty old lady who wasn't
afraid to fight back, even if it meant strapping them into a
dildo machine that fucked their ass relentlessly.
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