PART 5
Her poor derriere was now extremely sore and throbbing from these missiles and the safety-pin. And there were 2 more darts in the gun! This called for desperate measures. She wasn't going to hang there and let her rump be used for target-practice by this trigger-happy cat. Quickly pulling out the other dart, with another wince of pain, she scrambled along the branch. In the process, her tender rear came in contact with the bark. She jumped up in pain, and lost her balance, and began to slide off the branch. She aimed her feet for another branch much further down. However, once again she snagged the back of her panties as she began her descent. With another roar of mortification, she found herself suspended in mid-air by the seat of her panties, which were now pulled painfully up into her ass and pussy. Desperately covering her tits, kicking her legs, and shrieking with outrage, she undulated up and down with the swaying branch.
'Get me down from here!', she yelled, crimson-faced, kicking thin air, and seething with impotent rage.
As far as the crowd was concerned, this was too much. The proud, vain 'Glamour Girl' was dangling from a tree, suspended by her pretty frilly panties which were wedged tightly into her pussy. The back of the panties were stretched out behind her half-way up her back. The superb breasts were barely covered by her arms. Some, like PusshWhip laughed outright. Others, such as Paula, and some of the press men, had to bite their tongues to suppress their giggles at this humiliating exhibition.
Still wildly kicking, and feeling herself gently lifted up and down by the branch, squirming as the panties dug into her pussy and ass, 'Glamour Girl' then noticed that, on top of everything else, she was hanging directly above a large drum of tar that the workmen had left beside the tree.
'Oh no!', she wailed, as she felt the panties stretch even further. The on-lookers had just decided that they would have to move the drum, and 'Glamour Girl' had just said a silent prayer about the strength of her elastic, when she heard the sound she dreaded. With one last undignified undulation, there was a loud rip as the crotch of her panties gave way.
'Nooooooo!', she screamed.
As her audience watched gleefully at this latest indignity, the gorgeous, arrogant, snooty 'Glamour Girl' descended, minus her panties, into the thick, black, sticky tar below. For an instant, she was totally submerged. The out of the thick, pitch black mess, her head and shoulders emerged as she regained her feet. The long, expensively cut hair, the beautiful, haughty face, the slender white shoulders, the swelling, round breast were now coated in the disgusting, gooey pitch, which ran slowly and in thick rivulets down her neck, and over her jutting tits.
For a moment she stood in silence, seething, wiping the smelly, thick, revolting goo from her face as the crowd dissolved into laughter. Her torn panties swung gently above her on the branch.
'Get me out of here, you incompetent oaf!', she hissed at Paula.
'Might need to freshen up a bit when you get out of there', said PussyWhip delightedly.
'Glamour Girl' was about to respond with a remark that the gentlemen of the press would not be able to print verbatim when the cat leapt down the tree to the branch where the rhumba panties were hanging. With a swipe of it's paw, it knocked them off the branch and they landed in a pink ruffled heap over the thoroughly humiliated superheroine's head. She sn*tched them off furiously and glared at the cat.
'You can keep the panties by the way, 'Glamour Girl'', said PussyWhip. 'No charge'.
With Paula's help, 'Glamour Girl' climbed slowly out of the barrel. Her poor ass was still very sore, and every inch of her was covered in tar. She realised that loose grass was sticking to the soles of her feet. Even though her tits and pussy were coated in tar, she instinctively covered both with a hand, then realised that they were now almost stuck there as a result.
'Call HQ to get me out of here!' she roared at Paula, who had never enjoyed a mission with 'Glamour Girl' so much.
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