Great story and great pictures. How about a picture of the part of the singer tied with the micro in front of the fans and a picture of the two tied girls arriving naked to their college ? Would be great !!

This is great stuff. Nice pink bunny undies on Alma and polka-dots on Clara. (Bet they never expected anyone else to ever see 'em! :D)

Thanks for the kind words! I think you'll enjoy the next installment when it comes.

Price64, I hear you. Maybe I'll illustrate these scenes in the future. So far I haven't put in the crowd scenes because it adds a great deal of work to an already complex process, and all the extra processing of even a low-resolution crowd can sometimes make my system a bit crashy.

Great job Myds! How long does it take to make these pictures? Is there a program that helps you or are they all made from scratch? (Either way, really good work!!!)

I'm using DAZ Studio. The character morphs, most of the skins, etc. are custom. I get a base character in 3d (I usually start with one that is so uncustomized that it's neither male nor female at first, because building the morphs up from scratch on that one gives more control over the body shape than I'd have working with another artist's conception of the female form), and most of the shapes of clothing items are products I have, like the street scene. Making the products fit the bodies and making the surfaces appropriate requires a fair bit of work. Once I have a character and her outfit (sometimes I have 2-3 versions of one character for the same story...as Danita with her spanx on has a different shape from when they're off, for example), I load them into the scene, then the work of posing them begins. That's about the least fun part; making the new characters is great, looking at the final renders is great, fighting with miniscule movements of shoulders and fingers is less thrilling. I'm not sure how long I'd say it takes. It took about a year with the software to get it to do what I wanted it to, without weird errors that one has to learn to handle as they come along. Regarding character design, I have no idea how long it actually takes, since I "borrow" some of my favorite characters for reuse sometimes, and I rarely do it all in one sitting. There are a lot of things I have to create special since no one is making products with exactly this kind of story in mind.

I'm guessing it takes a long time. But I like setting up the scenes as I write, it helps inspire me about what could happen next, for example Lupita swinging the truck door to knock a wrestler off of Alma.

PART 14:

Without hesitation, they untied Clara from the door of the van, and forced her onto all fours, her ass facing Danita. “What? Konnichiwa Kitten? Things just keep getting better and better. I’ve heard of a fat cat, but these stretched-out panties…” Danita laid a couple of spanks on the large target Clara’s backside presented, then grabbed the panties and pulled them up into a vicious wedgie. “You know why this is happening? Because you messed with your betters. You losers here in this lousy neighborhood think you’re in control. But I have success, money, fame. You humiliated me once because I was unprepared, but I’m back to show you who the winner actually is.” After 20 more hard smacks, she pulled the panties part way down, so that the flesh of Clara’s ample thighs spilled out around the cloth that bound them together. Then, she ordered one of the wrestlers to take over spanking duties, and whispered to the other.

The other wrestler climbed back into the truck, and opened the refrigerator Alma had noticed. Alma held her breath, as she had been trying to cut the rope that bound her wrist using the edge of her cheap metal bracelet, and she was too far from finished to take care of business of the wrestler noticed. But instead, the wrestler was preoccupied with taking something out of the refrigerator. Pies. “Of course,” Alma thought to herself, “We hit her with that pie that was in the limo, she must have been planning this revenge in detail. I better get free fast, before she has a microphone for each of us.”

Outside the van, Lupita was cursing as the wrestler holding her in a submission lock increased the pressure. Clara’s bottom had gone from pink to angry red beneath the rain of smacks falling on it, and now that the other wrestler arrived with the pies, Danita gave the signal to stop. The singer took one of the pies and, with a smile of satisfaction, smashed it into Clara’s face. “Would this fat cat like some cream?” she asked in a patronizing tone, “Maybe this pussy does as well.” With that, signaled the wrestler behind Clara, who smacked her in the backside with the other pie. Clara sighed as the coldness of the cream on her ass provided a temporary relief from the pain of the spanking. The fact that she must have looked ridiculous, her face covered in pie, her huge ass was bright red from spanking and now dripping cream was too insignificant to register as the pain subsided for a second. That’s why what came next took her by surprise.

“Bring her over here,” Danita ordered. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” Mae cooed with pleasure as she filmed Lupita being held and stripped with less ceremony than the others. The truth be told, she had always liked women with athletic bodies. Since the gang’s leader was wearing a sports bra as a top, its removal revealed her large, dark nipples that seemed to overshadow her small breasts. “Wow, those are tiny. Did you just strip me to find out what a real woman looks like?” Danita taunted. In spite of her reputation for being tough, Lupita could no longer hold back her tears. “D-don’t,” she said, as she felt her belt being undone. As her jeans were pulled down, they revealed a red cotton thong that didn’t manage to cover the messy triangle of black pubic hair peeking out on either side. Danita slipped a finger under the side strap of the thong and snapped it. “Nice undies. Is this all the fabric you could afford?” Mae enjoyed filming Lupita’s naked body. She even enjoyed how she cursed like a sailor in Spanglish: “I’m going to kill you pendejas! Traga mierda, cabróna. And I’m going to strap on the biggest –“ Danita interrupted her show of impotent rage with a slap to her face. “Now the fun really begins. Get her down…no, over here.”

The wrestler leveraged Lupita down on all fours, and gestured to her backside for Danita to punish. But instead, Danita grabbed her by the hair of her head, and forced her to walk a few feet forward on her hands and knees, until her face was up against Clara’s backside. “Payback time…we’re gonna play a game. You lick every bit of cream off this fat ass while I spank you. If you stop licking, even for a moment, I’ll have my friend here spank you harder than I ever could. Every time you stop, you’ll be in a world of pain.” Danita rubbed Lupita’s face all over Clara’s backside until it looked like she had been hit with a pie instead of Clara’s rear. “And to show you I mean business…” Danita moved alongside Lupita, grabbed her thong, and pulled it into a painful wedgie while she applied the first five spanks. “Lick it up. That’s right, all of it.”

If it had been possible to see Clara blushing through the cream on her face, one might say she was glowing. Again, this singer’s revenge plans had put her in a situation she had always wished for, but she envisioned it taking place in a different way. A nice apartment somewhere, or maybe a hotel room, after a romantic dinner. But she’d never come up with the confidence to tell Lupita how she felt all this time. And now, Lupita’s tongue was licking her backside, occasionally tantalizing her thighs, and everything nearby. She just wished it was out of desire rather than because of this dumb cow’s revenge video.

Lupita, for her part, was utterly humiliated. Doing anything at this rich shrew’s pleasure would have been bad enough, but why did it have to be this? She paused for a breath. The additional smacks to her backside convinced her that breathing might not be worth it, and maybe not all of the sweet taste in her mouth was whipped cream.

PART 15:

Inside the van, Alma had managed to saw the ropes holding her wrists together with the rough end of the tawdry bracelet Danita had let her keep on to add to her humiliation. There were five of them outside the truck and her two gangmates were indisposed to help. She needed a plan. Making as little noise as possible, she tried the handle of the door that connected the back of the van to the cabin. It clicked open, and for a moment, she thought she’d be caught. But there was too much noise outside the van with all of the licking, smacking, and cheering going on, and the van’s driver, a heavy-set woman in a grey blazer and skirt, seemed to have fallen asleep waiting for the others to finish their fun. The keys were still in the ignition. Alma looked back over her shoulder and saw the refrigerator, carelessly left open, and the pies in it. She picked one up and turned as silently as she could back toward the open cabin door. Tiptoeing into the front of the van, she slapped the pie in the driver’s face, momentarily blinding her and muffling her cry as Alma grabbed the ignition keys. Then she grabbed the bottom of the blazer and the shirt under it, accidentally catching some flesh with her grab, and pulled the clothes up over the driver’s head and off of her. With her arms occupied by having her jacket and shirt ripped off, she had no time to clear her eyes to see her assailant, and, as she tried to scream, she ended up inhaling some of the pie cream and making a small wheezing sound instead. Alma grabbed at her bra, pulling it up over her soft breasts with some difficulty, until it was around the driver’s neck. The driver slapped her hands to her breasts too late to keep the bra from going up, but when she felt a slight pressure around her neck, she cleared her eyes and saw Alma. “Look,” Alma said calmly, “I won’t hurt you to badly, but you have to do what I say. If you don’t, I can choke you with this bra before you can scream for help.” Lilly was understandably terrified, so she nodded assent as best she could with Alma using her bra strap like a garrote. “OK, Open the door… We’re getting out…quietly.”

Meanwhile, Lupita was licking away. It seemed she had licked most of the whipped cream of Clara, except for what ended up on her face. “You think you’re done?” Danita asked, “Keep licking until I tell you to stop.” The singer gave the signal to smack Lupita harder, and the wrestler behind her happily obliged. Clara had forgotten momentarily about her embarrassment as she felt Lupita’s tongue between her legs. In a very short time, she was bucking and moaning, then she collapsed to the pavement. “Get up!” Danita ordered.

“Back away from them, putas!” came a commanding but familiar voice. Danita looked up to see, approaching from the side of the van, Alma holding a half-naked Lilly, her assistant. Alma had taken her shirt to cover up in, even though it was a little large for her, she had also pulled her pink bunny underwear back into place. In each of her hands was something black and yellow that looked like a toy gun. “Get her,” Danita called to the wrestlers. The wrestlers stood back, as Alma pushed Lilly into their midst. “I order you to get her!” Danita repeated, dumbfounded at the lack of action on the part of her hired muscle.

“Shut up, Gorda, you aren’t in charge around here anymore,” Alma responded, waving the tasers around, “I have these set for maximum voltage, and nobody here wants to experience that. With no one trying to keep them down any longer, Lupita and Clara climbed to their feet, giving each other brief, embarrassed looks before turning to their former captors. “Everyone into the van…except you…” Alma ordered, singling out the wrestler who had pinned her before. As Mae entered the van, Lupita grabbed her camera. “I’ll take that.” Clara picked up the piece of rope that had been used to tie her as she ushered the other 5 women into the back of the van, and putting a board from the nearby lot through the door handles to bar them from opening. “Don’t worry,” said Alma, “the door between them and the cabin is locked, and this is no simple delivery van—the company that makes it also sells it as a prisoner transport vehicle, they’re not going anywhere.”

Aiming one of the tasers at the wrestler, she ordered, “Off with the mask.” The wrestler looked reluctantly at Lupita, who was filming this, but then back at the taser pointed at her. As she removed the mask, Clara gasped. “I know you, you’re A. K. Leigh, the pro wrestler. Danita must have wanted to get us back really badly to spend so much.” “OK, keep stripping,” Alma ordered, adding “Now!” when she saw A.K.’s hesitation.
Lupita was unsurprised to learn that the petite but strong wrestler’s costume was so tight she had left no room for underwear. First, she slipped the costume down over her pert breasts. Then, a patch of pubic hair came into view. “OK, you’ve got what you want,” said A.K., “now let me go.” Alma smiled, “We’re not quite finished with you yet.”

First binding her ankles to prevent the vicious kicks she had used before, Clara tied A.K.’s arms over her head, and slung the rope over a bar at the top of the truck, while Lupita, putting down he camera for a second, helped hoist her into a position where she was hanging alongside the truck a few feet above the ground.

“Next!” said Alma, waving the Taser at the door. Lupita started filming again as Clara carefully opened the door and pulled out the closest woman from the truck. Not wanting to wait, she unmasked her. “Well, look at this!” Lupita said, still filming, “it’s Kim Gales. How much do successful wrestlers get paid to be muscle on a job like this? It can’t be cheap.” Alma threatened with the taser, “Clothes off, now, or you’ll get the shock of your life.”

Kim regarded Alma with a hateful look, but began disrobing. While her breasts were bigger than A.K.’s and much bigger than Lupita’s, they seemed modest in the presence of Clara’s. She had shaved down to a small landing strip just above her genitals, and her hands couldn’t seem to decide whether they wished to cover her above, or below. Lupita walked around to shoot as much video as possible and whistled appreciatively. When they were finished with her, Clara and Lupita tied her ankles and wrists, and hung her off the van next to A.K. “You b*tches! You can’t do this to us! We're wrestling superstars.” "Superstar is a bit of an exaggeration," Alma laughed, "Next!"

PART 16:

Clara went back to the door and grabbed the next person. Mae Venturi leaped down from the Van and considered taking a swing at Clara, but Alma reminded her of the taser, “I wouldn’t if I were you….who are you, anyway? You look familiar.” Mae looked defiantly at her, and didn’t speak. “No matter, Clara, if you will?” Clara peeled Mae’s tank top off of her, revealing a black lace bra. She tossed this to Lupita, who slung it over her shoulder and kept filming. “Don’t” said Mae, as Clara’s hands unbuttoned the camouflage pants, but Clara ignored her, peeling the pants down to reveal a pair of camouflage briefs stretching over her ample backside. Lupita walked around her to get a better shot as Clara smacked the butt in front of her. Then she peeled the sports bra from the reporter, revealing a pair of magnificently-shaped breasts. Mae started to cover up her chest, allowing Clara to grab the panties without opposition. Before Mae knew what hit her, her damp mound was on display, shielded only by a bush of black pubic hair. “Bet you didn’t expect this would happen when she hired you.” “I’ve been through worse covering conflicts in the Middle East.” “Now I know where I saw you, Lupita chuckled, still filming. You’re from the Current Events Network. No matter what wars you’ve covered, you’re going to wish you didn’t take this job.”

By this time, Clara and Lupita were pros at tying up their former assailants and hanging them from the truck. “You’ll regret this! I’ll do an exposé on your gang.” “We’re already doing an exposé on you,” Lupita said, smacking her backside for emphasis. “Dayyyyum!” Kim Gales remarked, seeing the perfectly-proportioned woman being tied up next to her on the truck. Lupita then put on Mae’s tank top, lamenting that the pants were too big for her, and there was no way she was wearing superheroine tights.

This time there were only three women in the truck. With their three accomplices tied up, and Alma armed with a taser, the gang was now at a considerable advantage, provided the police didn’t stumble by. But this was a neighborhood even the police tended to avoid, so the chances of that were slim to none. Clara pushed Danita out of the way and picked Lilly, her assistant. Lilly was naked on top, her pendulous breasts jiggling as she stepped down from the truck. Below, she still had on her skirt and stockings. While Lupita filmed, Clara stripped these off of her, and put the skirt on herself, as none of the other women’s clothes would have fit her hips or waist, but the skirt had been damaged in the earlier scuffle, and was a size or two big, so it kept sliding down, and the cat on her panties seemed to be peering out from behind cover.

“Please don’t hurt me, I told her not to do this,” Lilly pleaded, her face blushing remarkably. Clara looked at her sympathetically, then down at her full-cut, old-fashioned white panties. “Do it, Clara,” Lupita demanded, and Clara reluctantly pulled the panties down. Without the high-waisted panties, Lilly’s belly flopped out, nearly covering the tangle of pubes below it. Lupita kept filming as Clara secured her ankles and wrists. “I think it’s time to sue the other side of the truck,” Lupita observed. It took all three of the girls to hoist Lilly up into position, and to protect her arms and shoulders, they looped another rope under her to help support her weight. The poor P.A. hadn't considered she might end up nude today, she hadn't even wanted this revenge scheme to happen. But here she was, hanging off a truck, her rolls of flesh, stretch marks, and unshaved armpits on display. The extremity of her embarrassment was partially because she was less conventionally beautiful than the starlets along for the ride with her. Sure, she didn't have a public personality to protect, but she had never wanted to be in the public eye. When people saw this, as she had no doubt they would, she was concerned that the media would treat it as five famous women and one random fat girl. She didn't want to be remembered for all time for this event.

Meanwhile, Clara was opening the truck again. She saw Danita cowering at the back, but where was the other wrestler? She found out as she got a boot to the face. Having stunned Clara, the third wrestler made a run for it. “You asked for this,” Alma said, aiming one of her tasers at the full backside presented before her.

This is classic! I love this story and the illustrations, keep it up!

PART 17:

“You asked for this,” Alma said, aiming one of her tasers at the full backside presented before her.

The wrestler screamed as the electrified probes pierced the seat of her superhero costume. Alma had turned the voltage down a little since it was at full, but it still provided a serious jolt, enough to make Roxana emit a high-pitched shriek and drop to the ground and roll around in a comically uncontrolled manner. Alma chuckled at the sight, “You don’t get away from us. Nope, mess with us, and you’re gonna pay.” Clara picked herself up from the ground while Lupita put down the camera and closed the truck doors to keep Danita from escaping.

The wrestler was lying face down on the pavement, still quivering a bit, with a small puff of electrical smoke emanating from a hole in the backside of her suit between where the electric probes had hit. Through the suit, a bit of white flowered panty was showing, but the shock had singed a hole through that, too, and lots of red skin could be seen under it. Lupita laughed as she removed the taser probes and tossed them on the ground. “Don’t kick my friends, pendeja.” She grabbed the wrestler and pulled her back to her feet, where she occupied her hands with rubbing her sore behind. Clara had picked up the Camera to catch what was left of the scene of the tasing. Lupita turned her toward the camera, and removed her mask. Alma noticed tears running down her face under as the mask came off, no doubt from having been shocked. “Ah, Roxana, the Estonian wrestler,” Clara said in an almost reverent tone, adding, “If you weren’t trying to kick my ass, I might have been glad to meet you.” “Go to hell, you ugly little nobody’s!” Roxana spat. “That kind of language isn’t going to get you anywhere good,” Lupita said, smacking the wrestler’s still-smoking backside. Alma aimed the second taser at her, “Would you like some more?” Roxana cursed under her breath. “What was that? Unless you want another jolt, I suggest you start removing that costume.”

Roxana bowed her head and slowly started removing her costume. It first revealed a lilac sports bra, but it was the flowered panties that drew some chuckles from Lupita. “Turn around,” said Alma, “let the camera see the back.” Roxana turned her back to the camera, then bent her head down to see what the big deal was. Her right buttcheek was an angry red from the tasing, but what’s more, there was a singed hole in her white flowered panties, and a small column of smoke rising from it.

“Someone said you had a smoking-hot ass once on that wrestling show--I never knew they meant it literally!” Lupita laughed into the camera microphone as she filmed. “Clara, go get one of those pies, and make sure not to let our guest of honor out of the truck,” Alma ordered. Clara resented the order, but at least she hadn’t used an insulting term to address her, so she did as she was told. Besides, since Roxana had kicked her, she wanted to make her suffering last as long as she could.