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The final mistake in Arnold (“the Wolf”) Pratt’s career as a serial sex pest, preying on the female students in the parkland and woods outside Shawcross University, was to expose himself naked to Julie Roper, the aikido women’s champion of the second year. Suffice it to say Arnold’s attack on Julie was brief, painful and humiliating. After entertaining herself kicking her attacker in the balls once or twice, she then sat astride him and gleefully slapped the wretched man’s face for ten minutes. (“And that’s for Beryl! That’s for Jane! That’s for Susan…”)
Arnold tried to surrender several times, and eventually the victorious young woman hauled the quivering and sobbing creep to his feet and bound his hands behind his back with the belt to her dress. Then she wrapped Arnold’s own shirt around his head and tied his trouser belt around his neck. “This makes a nice leash,” she told the battered and bruised former terror of the woods with a cruel smile.
Hooded and blind, the tied Arnold stood swaying, not really knowing what had happened to him, while Julie looked around for what she termed “a finishing touch”. The girl found a nice bunch of stinging nettles which she contemptuously shoved up the weeping Arnold’s backside.
With his face and rear end matching each other in painful stinging, Arnold then found himself jerked roughly by the neck by his and made to trot behind her.
“Let’s go find a police officer,” Julie told him and pulled her beaten wreck of a prisoner behind her onto the walkways surrounding the university for all to see.

Description
The final mistake in Arnold (“the Wolf”) Pratt’s career as a serial sex pest, preying on the female students in the parkland and woods outside Shawcross University, was to expose himself naked to Julie Roper, the aikido women’s champion of the second year. Suffice it to say Arnold’s attack on Julie was brief, painful and humiliating. After entertaining herself kicking her attacker in the balls once or twice, she then sat astride him and gleefully slapped the wretched man’s face for ten minutes. (“And that’s for Beryl! That’s for Jane! That’s for Susan…”)
Arnold tried to surrender several times, and eventually the victorious young woman hauled the quivering and sobbing creep to his feet and bound his hands behind his back with the belt to her dress. Then she wrapped Arnold’s own shirt around his head and tied his trouser belt around his neck. “This makes a nice leash,” she told the battered and bruised former terror of the woods with a cruel smile.
Hooded and blind, the tied Arnold stood swaying, not really knowing what had happened to him, while Julie looked around for what she termed “a finishing touch”. The girl found a nice bunch of stinging nettles which she contemptuously shoved up the weeping Arnold’s backside.
With his face and rear end matching each other in painful stinging, Arnold then found himself jerked roughly by the neck by his and made to trot behind her.
“Let’s go find a police officer,” Julie told him and pulled her beaten wreck of a prisoner behind her onto the walkways surrounding the university for all to see.