Dr. V. I - Musical hot chairs.

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I figured as not everyone might be on DeviantArt I could post some of my stories here. This Hot-Buns-centric one is one of my earliest, I like to think that my later ones are written quite a bit better. I'll post more if there's interest.


Dr. Egon Ventzmore – scientist, billionaire and completely sick and twisted human being. The benefits of too much money and time available have always proven fertile breeding ground for excentric hobbies. But this time he may well have outdone himself. The cameras have been installed, the traps set up and the invited guests are arriving at the exclusively rented abandoned warehouse. What better occasion than some obscure benefit gala organized by an unknown spender to gather some of the world’s leading pop stars on this clear spring evening in 1997. Little do they know that their only purpose tonight would be to entertain one single man. One exceedingly excentric and deranged man viewing the spectacle on several screens in a secluded monitoring room. His cameras are rolling as the main guests are entering the warehouse through the main entrance amidst some randomly invited extras.

Madonna is walking through the large steel door wearing a long tight fitting black sleeveless dress displaying cleavage that could only be described as ridiculous. Soon after her Mariah Carey is following donned in an unbelievably short and equally tight pink mini dress. The Spice Girls are entering next, each one of them in an attire so very typical for them. Geri is wearing her very risque trademark Union Jack dress, Mel B. an animal print ensemble consisting of a bare midriff tube top, a vest and very tight pants. Emma is dressed in a very short light pink mini dress, Mel C. in a black tube top and spandex pants that fit like a second skin, and of course Victoria is wearing one of her trademark black mini dresses. A few steps behind Björk is entering the large building dressed in a long flowing white dress, right next to her it’s Kylie Minogue in a red top and very risque white hot pants that leave a good quarter of her buttocks unclothed. Janet Jackson is following close behind donned in all white with a tube top, jacket and pants that must have taken her a good while to squeeze into. After a few more extras Alanis Morissette is entering the hall dressed casually in a grey t-shirt and blue jeans ready to burst at the seams any moment. Next is Gwen Stefani in a trademark tube top exposing the entirety of her toned abs and a very tight pair of pants which seem to be very popular that night. Soon the arrival of the guests has finished, a mini dressed Shirley Manson of the band Garbage being one of the last guests.

Dr. V., all the time monitoring all of his guests through dozens of cameras filming all of the events of that night, is making last tests on the zooming capabilities of some of his cameras throughout the arrivals. First of all he is making sure to get a good shot of Madonna’s large breasts as they bounce all over the hallway leading to one of the main tables. Satisfied with the result he’s switching over to the controls of one of the floor cameras. Just as the Spice Girls are walking over to their table Dr. V. is setting his sight on Geri’s perfectly shaped thighs. Soon the camera’s focus is moving closer until the mad scientist’s monitor is filled with nothing but a close up view of Geri’s black panties appearing underneath her barely existent dress. “Perfect!” Dr. V. exclaims rubbing his hands together setting up to test one final camera. From a wall near the entrance to the main hall a camera is looking for a fitting target when Kylie Minogue walks by. Quickly Egon zooms in to get a great shot of the
Australian singers butt cheeks rubbing against another in her very short pants as she is walking towards her table while the bottom of her ass cheeks are freely wobbling all over the place. Dr. V. is laughing maniacally and with the words “Let’s start!” motivates himself and leans back in his chair to get a better overall view, overwatching as many of his monitors as possible while maintaining his hand on the control panel to switch to a camera whenever something interesting might go down, and more importantly activate the traps he has set up all over the warehouse.

Some guests have gathered around the buffet, some others are standing around chatting. One particular guest has caught Ventzmore’s attention however. Janet Jackson is the first of the special guests to walk towards her chair. Immediately Dr. V. is focusing on a camera on the floor behind it and soon enough Janet Jackson is appearing in the frame. Egon is zooming in on the chair’s seat right as the singer is about to sit down on it. Her
already sizeable butt cheeks are growing larger on the doc’s monitor as she lowers them, severly testing her pants’ flexibility. Right as Jackson’s butt meets the seat of her chair the mad scientist pushes a button. Dozens of thumbtacks hidden inside the chair shoot out piercing the dark skinned singer’s ass and thighs. With a loud scream she jumps out of the chair, looking at it bewildered as she is clutching her buttocks. Dr. V. has already retracted the sharp tips leaving Janet wondering what the hell just happened. A little more insecure but still quite forceful she is making another attempt to sit down on her chair. But again, her large butt makes contact with her chair and plenty of tacks shoot into the perfectly curved halves of her already sore bottom. Angrily she jumps up, tosses the prepped chair away and sits down on the one next to her without any accidents. Egon is cackling in his seat perfectly satisfied with his first trap. After the commotion has somewhat died down at Janet Jackson’s table he is setting sight on his next victim.

Soon enough he has found it as Shirley Manson is now making her way to her table. Again the insane scientist is switching to a camera with the best suited view, again a floor camera this time looking up at the Scottish singer’s chair. Her dress is not only of a very light material bouncing with every of her movements, it is also incredibly short. And so it comes as no surprise that Egon is zooming in to Shirley Manson’s black panties right away. He has to wait a few seconds but soon the moment he’s been waiting for is coming. Slowly Shirley is lowering her bottom towards the seat of her chair providing the doc with quite an eyeful. Her short dress riding up continuously the triangle that is her knickers is getting larger and larger on Ventzmore’s monitor screen. In short time the singer’s semi naked butt cheeks find their way down on her chair. Dr. V. is enjoying the unique view for a few seconds before pressing the button to trigger his second trap. Unbeknownst to Manson 50.000 V of electricity are building up inside her chair, a second later she too jumps out of her seat crying up in pain and clutching her aching butt after small sparks shoot not only through her partly exposed buttocks, but also another quite private area of her body. In his seat Dr. V. starts laughing psychotically while Shirley Manson is rubbing her hurting butt before resting it in an unprimed chair.

In the hall an announcer is declaring the musical act of the night and again Egon can’t hold back a snicker knowing that things would probably get quite wild after his next clou. But first the Spice Girls are taking the stage in the very attires they arrived in. Ventzmore is enjoying a few interesting views at Mel B’s butt, down Geri’s cleavage and up Victoria’s dress while the girls hop around the stage singing “Wannabe”. Right after the performance the crazy billionaire in control switches to a low angle rear view of the ladies as the crowd starts applauding. The five Brits reach for each others hands and take a collective bow. In the meantime doc is almost falling out of his chair upon the sight on his monitor. All five Spice Girls dressed in very tight attires are now
bending over with their shapely asses turned to Dr. V’s floor camera. First of all there’s Victoria in her skin tight black mini dress. Her pose is nothing but a set of perfectly shaped legs and a great butt stretching the material of her dress. The seams of Mel B’s pants are struggling under the size of her ample buttocks and Geri’s dress is barely faring better. On addition though she is also exposing her black lace panties to Ventzmore’s observing eyes. Even the very slender Mel C’s butt is putting quite a strain on her skin tight workout pants. Emma is also pulling double duty providing Egon with a great view of her white panties as well as her bent over butt pointing at the doc’s camera. But there is no time to lose for the scientist and in a heartbeat he aligns his next trap and releases it at the press of a button. The girls still bowing to the crowd small containers are rising up behind them from the stage. And only half a second later about a few dozens of tiny arrows are darting at the singers’ prominently presented buttocks, tearing through the fabric and into the flesh. Emma and Geri happen to be particularily unlucky, providing quite some naked skin for the arrows to attack while Mel B. is most definitely supplying the largest target. In unison the girls snap up from their bent over positions clutching their asses as the sharp tips pierce the tender flesh of their rear ends followed by a variety of yells and yowls and the singers running off the stage in shock.

Just as the doc predicted panic starts spreading amongst his guests. But that’s alright for Dr. V. as he is prepared and actually enjoys a challenge. And keeping an eye on all the fleeing guests sure could prove to be one. But of course, Egon’s not only filthy rich, he earned his fortune with brilliant inventions. Surely he’s not going to just let his guests run out of the main door which is locked by now. Several rooms are connected to the main hall and it will be a pleasure for Ventzmore to observe his guests getting there. Through a ceiling camera he’s able to maintain a good overview of the hall and it only takes a few seconds for one of his invitees to approach one
of his traps.

Björk has made her way to heavy looking steel doors, pushing against them hoping to for them to open without much success. Suddenly a small door is opening up at the bottom of the right door wing. Barely two feet wide and high the Icelandic singer has to get down on all fours to try and fit through the small opening. With a large grin on his face Dr. V. has already switched to a camera behind the singer. Slowly he zooms in to Björk’s butt as she crawls towards the door. Egon is surprised how large the petite Icelander’s butt cheeks appear as they are wiggling from side to side as she is trying to make her way through the doggy door. The thin fabric of her dress is tightly clinging to Björk’s thick rump, the shape of her globes clearly visible through it as she is shaking and twisting her hips in an attempt to squeeze herself through the opening. She is giving the doc quite a show before realising that her endeavour is fruitless. She stops and tries to back up out of the confining situation when Dr. V. activates his next apparatus. He pushes a button and a small oblong opening to the right and behind Björk is revealed. A large plastic paddle with many small but sharp prongs is slowly emerging from the wall. One whooshing sound and the paddle is coming down hard on the singer’s still wiggling ass. A characteristic scream followed up by a few sobs can clearly be heard from the other side of the doggy door as the paddle retracts to its initial position. Right away it smacks against Björk’s hurting cheeks a second time again prompting a pain induced cry. Three time’s the charm and so it moves back and whacks the Icelander’s protruding bottom once more before she drops down to the floor and slowly starts to slide backwards out of the doggy door sobbing. All the while Dr. V. is sitting in the control room laughing like the maniac he is, clearly enjoying the time of his life. He lets off of the poor Icelander and switches back to an overhead view of the hall.

It seems that in the meantime Mariah Carey has started to climb a ladder up to a small window near the ceiling in a far corner of the warehouse. Wasting no time the doc is activating a floor cam in said corner and can barely believe his eyes. What he’s getting is an eyeful of the diva’s flawless legs standing on the rung of the ladder as she’s slowly climbing up. With every step her large buttocks are stretching the material of her pink mini dress, every once in a while her white panties come into view. The scientist is quickly focusing his camera on her perfectly sculptured calves and pans up her gorgeous, shapely thighs. After a short stop checking out her panties for a second he is finally reaching her incredible posterior. Doc is clearly enjoying the sight of Mariah’s plump ass cheeks alternately dancing from side to side, almost trying to break through the stretch material of her dress until she has finally made it to the top. Up there is a small window just below the ceiling, possibly big enough for Carey to push her dizzying curves through. Egon switches to a camera right behind Carey as she slowly slides the window open and begins crawling through it. She walks up two more rungs and sticks her head through the window, then her arms and large breasts. Soon her whole upper body is peeking through it while the lower half is again closely explored by Ventzmore. Standing on her tippy toes in high heels her calf muscles look especially fine. Egon has to smirk at the fact that it seems very “Carey-esque” to try and climb a ladder in high heels, but surely he doesn’t mind the visuals the situation is producing. Her perfect thighs are glistening in the shine of the spotlights of the hall. And then the highlight of the view. Bending her upper body over the edge of the window Carey’s voluminous ass is prominently sticking out, her dress slightly riding up as it stretches over her cheeks. For a short moment Dr. V. is enjoying the view before pressing another button on his control panel. The window is gradually closing shut, trapping Mariah Carey in her position. She’s starting to panic and wiggles around in her unfortunate stance to no avail, her big tits violently shaking around in her already strained dress. Suddenly a hatch is opening above Carey and a large metal plate is produced, two red rings side by side in the middle of it indicate that it is indeed some sort of hotplate that you’d rather not make contact with. It slowly emerges from the ceiling and is pressed against Carey’s wiggling butt. Each ring directly on one of Mariah’s ass cheeks a loud scream can be heard through the small window gap on each side of her slender waist. The plate moves back a little but Dr. V. hasn’t had enough. Once again he has the plate press against Mariah Carey’s aching ass and another scream follows. Satisfied doc lets off of her slightly opening the window again allowing Carey some space to move again.Just at the time he notices that another one of his guests seems to have a similar idea as Mariah.

Alanis Morissette has also started climbing a ladder in another part of the warehouse. Doc switches to a camera position behind the Canadian singer and enjoys the view. In her t-shirt and jeans she is clearly better dressed for the occasion than Mariah Carey, still, her large ass in tight jeans as she is slowly climbing up the ladder is a sight to see. Soon she too has made it to the top of the ladder, her swaying buttocks under permanent monitoring by the doc. In Alanis’ case no window needs to be opened, apparently the opening in the wall leads to a small duct out of the room. She slowly sticks her head through the opening, followed by her hands. She walks up two more rungs, her whole torso now in the duct while her jeans clad butt is now sticking out of the hole. Again Egon shortly enjoys the view before pressing the according trap button. All of a sudden the floor of the duct gives way falling down a few feet leaving Alanis with no place to put her arms and hands. Unable to push her upper body up she is left in a rather helpless position. Her torso is dangling down while she is still standing on the ladder. Suddenly a noise behind her makes her wiggle around in horror not knowing what’s coming next. A hatch in the ceiling opens up and two mechanic claws emerge. Hand controlled by Dr. V. he has a bit of a hard time focusing on the desired targets as Alanis is wildly shaking in her position. Soon enough though he has made it, all five fingers of each grappler are now resting on a half of Morissette’s voluptuous ass. The doc presses a button and the claws close. Alanis starts to scream as each grappler is now squeezing one of her butt cheeks. The metal fingers’ tips are digging through the denim material of her jeans and into the soft meat of her ass. Repeatedly the doc loosens the clutch of the fingers only to tighten it again, giving Alanis an unwanted massage. Each tightening of a clutch is met by a new utter of pain by Alanis. After several hard squeezes the doc is finally letting up on his victim. He’s shaking in his seat laughing as he watches the singer slowly getting some composure as she slowly starts walking back down the ladder clasping her hurt butt cheeks.

Still laughing Dr. V. is looking for a new subject to have some deranged fun with. On one of his cameras he’s noticing Gwen Stefani slowly making her way to one of his traps. Had she witnessed the commotion in the hall she would know better, but luckily for Egon everyone is far too concerned with themselves and so Gwen is finally approaching a small hole at the very bottom of a wall of the warehouse. As usual it is barely large enough for an average person to squeeze into and so Gwen is getting down on all fours. The duct the singer is crawling into is just high enough for her to somewhat move around comfortably on all fours but far too narrow to turn around, however at least it is well lit. Soon Gwen is having a problem though. She is now approaching a section of the duct that is about half the height as previously. The only way to advance is to lay down as flat as possible and crawl. And so Stafani is sliding her arms into the even more confining opening, her head then follows. Of course the duct is equipped with its fair share of cameras and so Dr. V. is once again watching from behind as Gwen Stefani and her well endowed rear end try to make their way through the duct. Right as she sticks her torso into the lower lower part of it Dr. V. presses one of his notorious red buttons. Walls emerge right in front of and behind Gwen leaving her is a very vulnerable position. Her torso stuck inside a less than one foot high duct, her ass high up in the air, her knees bent at a 90° angle and no hope of being able to move backwards or forwards for more than an inch or two. As a buzzing noise appears behind the No Doubt singer she starts struggling but barely a body part is able to move. Two red laser beams surface right behind Gwen just underneath the duct ceiling going from one side to the other meeting in the middle, gradually moving towards the most prominently displayed part of her anatomy. Within a few seconds they have reached their buxom target and small billows of smoke start appearing at the seat of Gwen’s pants as the laser beams continue their path. The blonde singer lets out a loud scream as the red beams burn a hole in the seat of her pants and deal quite some damage to the bottom half of her rump. The beams keep moving now along the sides of Gwen’s ass to the sound of sobs and pain and a crearly audible “Ouch!” here and there. Once they have passed Stefani’s rear end the beams disappear, only for a new set to emerge above her butt. This time they start moving downwards, the result being the same. Burnt fabric, aching buttocks and a sobbing Gwen Stefani. Dr. V. decides to have a little fun on the singer’s expense firing a few random laser shots at her wiggling ass, evenly distributing painful shots to both of her plump cheeks. With his trademark insane laugh he fires one final shot hitting Gwen right between her buttocks before bringing down the walls in front of Gwen allowing her to escape.

Most of his other guests have managed to do the same by now but two more are on the doc’s to-do list. Kylie Minogue has managed to escape to the field surrounding the warehouse unaware that this area is by no means safer than the building she just escaped from. Two more walls seem to keep the guests away from freedom, one about six feet tall and just as wide, the other about ten feet high but thin. Kylie has made it to the lower one spotting handles on top of it. With one quick motion she jumps up and grabs them, hoping to be able to pull herself over the wall. Another few sets of handles are installed every few inches along the top of the wall allowing Kylie to slowly pull herself up little by little. Attentive as he is Dr. V. has already switched to an outdoor camera focusing on the tiny singer. He’s making sure to zoom in as close to her rear end as possible
and the sight is just fascinating. Slowly Kylie’s ass cheeks are climbing up the wall, a good part of them hanging out of the bottom of her revealing shorts. Whenever the singer grabs another set of handles slamming her forearms down on the wall her cheeks start to jiggle. It is fascinating for Dr. V. to watch how even the smallest impact causes a big deal of wobbling to Minogue’s prominently displayed derriere. Soon enough Kylie has managed to pull her whole upper body over the wall which is exactly when the doc presses another button. Cuffs are emerging from the handles the singer is just holding on to, fixing her hands in place, another set appears around her ankles, cuffing them as well. The Aussie starts to panic when she realizes the position she is more or less frozen in. Her upper body stretched across the top of the wall, her perfectly toned, naked legs dangling down, fixed around her ankles, and most humiliating for her, her ample, partially exposed bottom sticking out over the top of the wall. Just as she wonders what’s going to happen to her she hears the whirring of a device behind her. Emerging from the top of the wall on each side of Kylie are mechanisms holding five syringes each. And instantly Dr. V. starts controlling them to his delight, syringes left, syringes right, all of them attacking the helpless singer’s perfectly rounded butt cheeks. Many of them go through the fabric of her white shorts, but the most fun for Ventzmore is to direct the sharp tip of a syringe to an unclothed area of Kylie’s ass and yank the needle into the soft skin. Whenever a syringe hits one of Minogue’s cheeks she not only lets out a clearly audible scream, she also winces causing more wobbling of her butt and hence even more fun for the doc. After almost two minutes of syringe attacks Egon lets go of Kylie as he notices his last victim almost escaping.

Having made her way over the smaller of the two walls Madonna is approaching the final barrier. She looks up and sees a steel rope dangling down at about three feet high. She tosses off her shoes and after a few jumps she’s finally able to get a good hold of it. The same can’t be said about her breasts and her dress though as each jump almost causes the singer’s massive boobs to bounce out of her attire to the joy of Dr. V. watching closely. Slowly Madonna starts walking up the wall and progesses up the rope. Halfway through it’s time for Ventzmore to foil her plans though. He presses the final button for the night and another one of his traps dooms a helpless singer. Cuffs emerge from the wall and rope and close around Madonna’s ankles and wrists respectively, at the same time the rope is being lowered from the bar it is hung from. With her hands and feet fixed in place and her body being lowered her rear end is slowly becoming the lowest point of her anatomy, soon dangling three feet above the floor. She’s violently jerking the rope around but none of the cuffs loosen up. Madonna doesn’t notice a door opening up behind her, however soon she hears a sound she doesn’t like at all. The growling and teeth fletching of three angry dogs sends shivers down Madonna’s spine. Her movements are getting more vehement against all her best instincts. Jerking the rope around she is now wiggling her toned glutes in the general direction of the canines below her. All too tempting a target they start snapping after it in a heartbeat landing several sucessful chews. Both of her flawless ass cheeks are falling victim to the dogs’ sharp teeth as they tear through the tight material of the singer’s dress and into the flesh. Dr. V. decides to give the dogs as well as himself a small show repeatedly raising Madonna and lowering her again like a living toy. Each butt bite triggers a scream from the diva angering the dogs even more. After a few minutes Egon decides to allow the last one of his invitees her freedom opening the cuffs around her feet and pulling the rope up far enough to get Madonna in safe distance from the dogs. After her hand cuffs have been opened she manages to pull herself over the wall and escape swearing and rubbing her bitten cheeks.

Dr. Ventzmore lets out the loudest, longest and certainly most deranged laugh of the night, highly satisfied with the amount of damage he managed to deal to pop star butts in one single night. There’s no time to lose for him though to escape from the authorities and ponder his next evil and demented plan.