PART 4
Undeterred, the hugely embarrassed superheroine continued her ascent. Just below where the cat was perched, she had to stand on two parallel branches. She turned her back to the tree and began to hoist herself upward. The Bionic Bimbo quickly ensured that the elastic of the panties got snarled again in a prominent knot in the tree. As 'Glamour Girl' heaved herself up, she was suddenly aware that her panties were not moving up with her, as she felt them slide to her knees.
'Oh my God', she whined, humiliatingly aware that the well-manicured 'Glamour Girl' sn*tch was on full display once more. Since her feet were in mid-air she was able to cross her legs to minimise the exhibition she was giving to the laughing, jeering crowd, and to prevent the panties from slipping off altogether.
She knew had no choice but to lower herself again and try to retrieve her errant underwear. As she did so, the Bionic Bimbo hooked the back of the tube top to another knot in the tree-trunk. As 'Glamour Girl' descended, she could feel the boob-tube being hoisted over her head. With another shriek of outraged dignity, she was aware that her magnificent, jiggling breasts were now also on display. Since she was holding herself up by her arms, there was nothing she could do to cover her firm, bouncing tits. Beneath her, cameras clicked, men oggled, and her bitter rival, PussyWhip, pointed and laughed gleefully. And was that a smirk she detected on Paula's face?
'Oh God!' she fumed, in impotent fury.
This was so humiliating! Suspended half-way up a tree, in public, ridiculous panties at half-mast, tits and pussy on display. She knew she had to make a decision. If she hoisted herself up again, she could cover her tits, but would lose her panties. On the other hand, if she continued to lower herself, she could pull-up her panties, but she'd lose the tube top. It was obvious which was the lesser of the two evils. She began to lower herself back on to the branches she'd been standing on. Since they were a couple of feet apart, it meant she had to uncross her legs, and she blushed furiously as her legs opened up, and she gave a glorious unhindered view of her slit, with her legs apart, panties now stretched tightly between her knees. With a rip, the boob-tube tore off. At least she could now cover her tits with one hand, as she reached to pull her panties back up. The crowd, thoroughly enjoying seeing the haughty 'Glamour Girl' taken down a peg or two also noticed that the opened safety-pin at the back of the top had fallen into the widely-stretched panties, behind the mortified, red-faced superheroine's back.
Paula reluctantly felt obliged to warn her employer about the potentially painful contents of her underwear.
'Glamour Girl', she yelled. 'Don't pull up your panties!'
This was not an imprecation the snooty heroine was about to listen to. She'd flashed her pussy quite enough for one day, and the fact that her opened legs gave everyone a first-class view of her pussy-lips made it all the more humiliating. With a quick jerk, she hauled the pink frilly rhumba panties back up. She'd never dreamed she'd be glad to put these juvenile undies back on. There was a brief pause, then a roar of pain from the super-model as the safety-pin jabbed her right ass-cheek.
'Yeeeeeooooow!', she screamed, frantically feeling her ruffled-rear with one hand, while covering her tits with the other.
'Ooooh! My ass!', she whined, to great merriment from below. She stuck her hand into the back of her panties and tried to remove the offending object. Since she was also still covering her tits, she could not use her arms to balance, and felt herself begin to fall. Desperately she reached out, and managed to grab hold of another branch a little lower down. Since she was determined to keep her tits covered and pull the safety-pin out of her butt, she was forced to hang over the branch on her stomach, in a most undignified manner.
Cursing her luck, and the cat, but most of all the crowd below which was greatly enjoying her humiliation, she stuck her hand down the pack of her pink panties again, and with a little yelp, extracted the now very bent safety-pin. She slowly rubbed her punctured ass, while glaring at the mocking spectators.
Dangling over a branch, desperately trying to cover her boobs, tender rear-end stuck up behind her, encased in demeaning, babyish panties, in front of PussyWhip and the world's press was, thought 'Glamour Girl', as bad as it gets. She was wrong.
The cat at last decided to move down the tree. 'Glamour Girl' looked round, and with a sudden shudder of alarm, noticed that it was playing with the dart-gun that she'd been forced to leave behind when the boob-tube had got caught. As the cat continued to toy with the pistol, the now heavily sweating 'Glamour Girl' watched anxiously. The sedative would not have any effect on her, but a dart in the butt from a cat, from her own gun, would be very humiliating, not to mention painful.
'Oh no', she wailed. 'Nice pussy.. drop the gun..there's a nice pussy'.
The crowd, and 'Glamour Girl' were all too aware that her ruffled rump, sticking up behind her, was potentially in the direct line of fire. But surely the cat couldn't inadvertently fire the dart-gun. At least, not without the Bionic Bimbo's help it couldn't. A loud bang was immediately followed by screech of pain as the small, feathered dart lodged itself into the right pink-frilled ass-cheek of the helpless, dangling beauty.
'Yoooooouuuch!', she wailed again, as the crowd laughed hysterically, and 'Glamour Girl' kicked her legs again impotently, making the little dart bounce up and down with her ass.
'I've never been so humiliated in my life', she sobbed, feeling at the seat of her panties to try and remove the dart. She'd just pulled it out painfully when another loud bang was heard, and a second dart punctured the ruffles covering her left ass-cheek.
'Yoooowwww--ooowwww! Oooooooooh!. My ass!'
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