The Aquanet Mafia (ENF, Catfight, Illustrated)
 

This is a story I just started thinking about--a small gang of girls who "rule" some territory, and strip girls who don't give them proper respect. A number of victims may pop into this story, providing some variety, until of course, maybe they'll get theirs someday. One can expect catfights, stripping, some spanking, wedgies, and a bit of general humiliation. There WON'T be m/f sex, m/f violence, vore, snuff, etc.

I have a lot of running projects right now, so it may take a while to fill this out. For now, I'm just going to introduce the characters. Left to right: Clara, Lupita, and Alma.

Introduction:

The Aquanet Mafia was an informal gang in our neighborhood. It only had three members. They didn’t have a long rap sheet, a few petty thefts, underage drinking in public, a number of minor assaults. But any girl who pissed them off was in for a living hell.

Lupita, 19, was the driving force behind the group. Clearly the most athletic, she had belonged to a popular dance crew at only 16. While several of the dancers went on to careers touring with celebrities and appearing in videos, Lupita got kicked out for attacking another girl who couldn’t seem to learn the moves right. She had always been volatile, but from that day forward, she had a huge chip on her shoulder. She kept training and dancing, but had no real platform to show off her moves. Still young, she felt the world had it in for her and she would never succeed. Her rage and aggression was what caused her to form the gang with her friends Alma and Clara.

Clara had been Lupita’s friend since she moved in two doors down when they were five. She rarely left Lupita’s side, until Lupita started spending time with the dance crew instead of her. Clara was somewhat shy and a reluctant member of the gang. She joined mainly to hang out with her old friend again, and try to keep her out of trouble. She usually tried to talk Lupita down form her more dangerous plans, and suggested the gang take mercy on those who weren’t actually their enemies. She hated it every time Lupita called her Gordita, but when Alma did it, it was even worse, as she saw Alma as an interloper.

Alma moved in from Jersey sophomore year is high shcool, and met Lupita right after her dance crew excommunicated her. She grew up with more money and privilege than the other two, but Lupita considered her more adventurous and hardcore than Clara. Alma usually went along with Lupita’s schemes, and tended to egg her on, much to Clara’s chagrin. Alma, for her part, always saw Clara as the dead weight holding Lupita back, but, felt they were stuck with her until they could recruit more members. Deep inside, she liked Lupita as more than a friend, and as long as Clara was her best friend, she’d be in the way. Alma enjoyed belittling Clara almost as much as complimenting Lupita. She hated it when Lupita called her Pirata on account of the way she wore her bandana.

A preview of their first victims. It's going to get interesting.
PART 1

Amalia savored the smells in the air. They were far from salubrious, but they represented success to her. She was free, free from the podunk town she couldn’t wait to leave behind, free from the school where she had been tormented the last few years for looking different. She looked over at her friend Michelle, who in many ways had made it possible. If Michelle hadn’t also gotten admitted to Metropolis University, there was no way Amalia’s mother would have let her go. As it was, her childhood friend, her companion through the last four years of hell, she was not only attending the same school, they had rented an apartment together. They’d only been living there a little over a month now, but they loved their loft space in a converted warehouse. Sure, it wasn’t the safest part of the city, but it was their place, their own, without moms or dads telling them what to do every day. The two weren’t really party girls, but they had shared a few drinks with friends in the new place the first week or two, simply because they could. “We’ll have to split this bag of donuts,” Michelle said, bringing Amalia out of her contemplation. “I have a full class schedule today, it may be all I get time to eat,” Amalia replied. “Well, make sure you eat enough, we’re going clubbing tonight, DJ Thierry is visiting from Brussels.” “I know,” Amalia laughed, “you think I’d dress this way for class?”

Amalia looked down at her large platform boots, over black thigh highs that hugged her chunky thighs. Over that, she had a simple camouflage skirt, and a black thermal t-shirt, with fishnets on her arms. Suddenly conscious of how she appeared, she put her hands to her scalp to check that her fall of black and purple cyberloks was staying in place. Amalia was a heavyset girl, with large breasts. Although she sometimes enjoyed wearing corsets when going out, it didn’t seem appropriate for a day when she had to wear her outfit to attend classes.
Considering that point, she noted how Michelle’s outfit was rather less modest. The tall, slender girl was sporting black boots very similar to Amalia’s, since they bought them in the same place, but she was rocking a miniskirt with no stockings. Her pale legs contrasted sharply with the black skirt. In a similar way, the black skull tank top she was wearing, somewhat distorted as the skull stretched over her large breasts, contrasted with her pale arms and neck, as did her auburn hair as it fell rather messily over her shoulders.

“I don’t know about this shortcut,” Amalia groused, “it looks kind of dangerous over here.” “Stop your whining, if we don’t take a shortcut, we’ll be late for organic chemistry. And you know how Doc L. will be about that.” “Yeah, she’s such a pain in the—“

As they turned the corner from the alley they were in into a space between some decrepit buildings, they came nearly face to face with three girls: a thin one wearing a bandana, an athletic one with her hair in a ponytail, and chubby one in a flannel shirt. From their expressions, they were amused but not happy to meet the two college students. Amalia stopped speaking and grabbed Michelle’s arm, trying to get her to stop and turn back, but it was too late.
“Oye, chicas, what have we got here?” Lupita asked, rhetorically. “Two circus clowns seem to have lost their way,” Alma snarked, adding, “Last I checked this neighborhood wasn’t a circus.” Clara chimed in, “What she means to say is why don’t you two go back the way you—“ “Cállate, Gordita. I’m talking.” Clara’s look went from apologetic to staring daggers at Alma.

“We’ll…just be…going...now…” Michelle said, her voice quavering. That’s when she realized she had lost sight of the athletic one. As she turned, she found Lupita had gone around behind them so they couldn’t exit the way they came in. They were trapped. Amalia, frightened, turned toward Clara, who seemed the most reasonable of the girls so far. “We don’t want any trouble, we’re just trying to get to school. Ummm, want some donuts?” Alma grabbed the bag and tossed it to the ground, “She’s had enough donuts,” she said, poking Clara’s love handle through her flannel shirt, “and from the looks of you, you’ve had too many, too.”
Clara was fuming but she knew that this wasn’t the time to fight Alma. No matter how senseless it seemed, Lupita had clearly made up her mind that she was going to mess with these girls, and there was no way Clara could talk her down with Alma supporting her; she was the odd one out here.

Sorry it takes some time to develop. I have a lot going on at the moment.
PART 2:

Lupita made the first move. As Michelle was keeping an eye on the two girls in front of her, she suffenly felt a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind. She grabbed one of the arms, but there was little she could do. Lupita was too strong. “Please, whatever you want from us,” Michelle whined. “Oh, there’s no doubt I can have whatever I want from you. You just be a good girl and let us take it. Or not, feisty is fun, too,” Lupita laughed.

Clara wanted no part of this, but it was too late; if she didn’t want this to end badly for Lupita and her, she’d have to play along. She approached Amalia, who rasied her hand to take a swing at her. “Not a smart move, Chica,” Clara laughed, as she caught the goth girl’s hand and responded with a knee to the crotch. Amalia moaned as Clara held her up against a wall. She wanted to let her go, but then she’d suffer the wrath of the Aquanet Mafia instead of this poor innocent girl. And she’d be out of the gang and unable to protect Lupita, or help her make better decisions. Instead, she found her holding this young woman against a brick wall, telling her, “Settle down now, and it will go better for you.” Amalia, still reeling from being kneed in the crotch, responded with a nearly imperceptible whine.

“Hold her still while I get those boots off her, I don’t want to get kicked with those!” Alma growled at Lupita. “They look expensive,” Lupita mused, tightening her grip on the struggling girl. “I wouldn’t wear them, would you?” “Nah,” Alma responded as she pulled the boots from Michelle’s feet revealing her pink socks. She tossed the boots aside, “Now let’s see what other secret’s your hiding.” “Please, let me—let us go.” Michelle responded. “Fat chance,” Lupita laughed, “sorta like your friend over there.” With Michelle’s pink-socked feet creating less of a kicking hazard, Alma knelt on the ground in front of her and grabbed her short skirt with both hands. Sliding it down slowly, she revealed a pair of pink panties with a rose print on them. “Ohh, this girl like pink? Who woulda thinked it?” “Rhyming’s not your thing,” Lupita laughed, “keep your day job.” Having pulled the skirt all of the way off and tossed it aside, Alma poked at the public mound in front of her. “Seems like quite a bush she must have in there. But now, let’s see if the top matches.”

Lupita pulled back Michelle’s arms as Alma pulled the black skull tank-top up over her head. With a sharp tug, she managed to rip the shoulder straps that bound it to her restrained arms. “Well, well. A matching bra. We can’t say these girls don’t try to have some fashion sense. They just fail.” “How cute,” Lupita grinned looking right at Michelle. “Tell you what, you behave and do what you’re told until we’re done with you, all I’ll let you leave her with your adorable pink rosy underwear. OK?”

Against the wall, Amalia struggled. “You don’t want to do this; you have no chance,” Clara warned her.

PART 3:

The struggle caught Alma’s attention, and she went over to the wall where Clara was holding Amalia. “Now for you…get her away from the wall.” Clara was reluctant, knowing how sadistic Alma could be to subject the girl to this. “I said get her away from the wall.” Alma pulled Amalia by the hair, and clara changed her grip to a sort of headlock. Immediately, Clara started stripping off the girl’s skirt, showing her white polka dot panties. “Where’d you get these?” laughed Alma, then turning to removing the shirt and fishnet. “Wow, those are some serious stretch marks.” Clara, herself a big girl, couldn’t bear the route Alma was taking. “That’s enough.” “No, Gordita, I decide when it’s enough. You understand?” Alma replied, threateningly. “You wanna know what I think happened?” Alma continued, “I think these donuts gave you those stretch marks. Let’s test it.” Alma went to where they had thrown the donuts on the ground and picked up a chocolate-iced donut. Walking back to Amalia, she smeared the icing over her mouth, nose, and face. “I think that’s it!” she laughed., as Amalia spat the excess icing from her mouth. “Well, let’s see what this strained bra is holding up.” “Let us go, you b*tch!” Amalia replied as Alma’s hands wrapped around her to unhook her bra clasps. “Keep talking like that, you’re in no position to make threats or bargains, gorda.”

“Well, aren’t they a sight. Big, saggy, but still very full. I think I’m going to call you ‘vaca’ from now on.”
Clara bristled at this, but knew she had no cards to play. “Hold her arms behind her back, gordita, I’m gonna set what’s under these ridiculous underwear.” Clara did as she was told. “Wow, you need some attention from a landscaper there. I can give you some numbers to call.” Amalia had heard too much, she couldn’t control herself anymore. “Are you going to kill us you pyscho b*tch? No? Then let us go.” “Oh, Vaca, you’re so naïve. I can’t let you go until I take the very last shred of your dignity.” “What did we ever do to you?” “You existed, then you walked down our street. Now, we have to teach you a lesson.”

Alma grabbed Amalia by the hair and led her over to a small porch in front of a dingy door. She sat down and used the leverage from the hair to force Amalia onto her lap. Amalia’s resistance was at an end as the gang member started smacking her ample backside. With each smack, her body shook, her hanging breasts wobbled, her thighs and stomach quivered, and her cheeks reddened. Soon, her eyeliner was creating rivers down her chocolate-smeared face.

Clara couldn’t bear to watch, and went to try to talk Lupita into letting their victims go. She found Lupita looking at Alma’s behavior admiringly. Then she looked to Michelle “Remember when I said I’d let you go with your underwear? I lied.” Peeling off her last remaining clothing with the exception of the pink socks, Lupita took her over to the wall and pushed her into a slightly bent-over position. Then she spanked Michelle just as hard as Alma was spanking Amalia.

Clara approached her. “Please, let these two go, they don’t deserve this.” “Since when do you care?” Lupita shot back. “I’m kind of hungry, let’s let them go while we find something to eat.” “Now that you mention it, I could use some food. Alma! Bring her over here.” “OK, I’m going to let you go now. If you talk to the police or try to get revenge, we can find you again, and we can do this every day. Clara, collect their clothing.” Alma picked up Amalia’s bra and tied her hands securely behind her back. Lupita laughed and did the same to Michelle. “OK, girls,” Alma said, “you need to go straight to your college. If you try going somewhere else, untying your hands, or going in some other building before you reach your campus, I’m going to use _this_.” Producing a large purse that she had left in the shadows, she removed a taser. Clara’s look of shock was not lost on her. “I stole it from a cop car,” Alma said proudly to her friends, then looked back at the two naked girls. “I’m going to follow you. I won’t be noticeable. I’ll leave when you get to your campus. But don’t try to get out of it, or I WILL use this. Understand?”

Amalia gave a terrified nod. “Now, go!” Lupita ordered, and the two young women scampered off as quickly as possible, trying to put some distance between themselves and the gang. Of course, this made their bodies bounce lasciviously. When they reached the main street, they received a great deal of positive and negative comments from passing drivers and pedestrians. There was even a small accident. Alma shadowed them until they reached their campus, where a crowd gathered before they managed to get inside the restroom of the first open building they came to, the library. Lupita and Clara had made their way to a burger joint, where they ate fries as they awaited Alma’s return.

Meanwhile, a traffic jam built up behind the fender bender that had occurred. Inside a long, black limousine, a young woman in a very expensive dress pushed the button that rolled down the window between her and the driver. “What’s the holdup? My record label said I had to be there by 5.” “Sorry, madam,” the driver responded, “the traffic ahead isn’t moving.” “What’s your name?” “Janet, madame.” “Stop calling me madame, it makes me sound like an old woman. Now listen Janet—you have just one job—get me to that publicity even on-time. If you don’t figure out some way to do it, I’ll see to it that you have no job.” “Yes, madame. The only way we could get around this traffic is through some very, um, colorful back streets. It isn’t recommended.” “Turn on your damned GPS and get us there.” “Yes, Madame.” “Stop that!”

Still had a few pictures to add.

PART 4:

Fifteen minutes later, the GPS had sent the limo onto some back streets. Some of them were crowded with people staring at the car, making Janet a little uneasy. She would have been nearly relieved when they came to a quieter part of town. Things here almost looked abandoned, she thought. But her enjoyment of the lack of car and pedestrian traffic was soon interrupted with a tap on the window pane between her and her passenger. The window slid down. “Julie!” “Janet, ma’am.” “Julie, Janet, whatever. The phone charger plug back here isn’t working. Why isn’t it working? You should have gotten it fixed before picking me up.” “I don’t know ma’am.” “Stop calling me that. Ma’am is for older women, I’m only 25.” “Yes, ma-…yes, certainly.” “Well, now my cell phone is dead and I can’t call my agent to tell her I’ll be late. You’d better drive faster.” “Yes’m…” Julie grabbed a lock of the dyed red hair sticking out under her Chaffeur cap and twirled it a little. She often had to drive difficult celebrities for the record company, but Danita Amore was known in the industry to be one of the most demanding, disrespectful divas alive today. It was one of the best-kept secrets in entertainment. You couldn’t deny her incredible talent, but her explosive temper and massive ego might have been enough to overshadow it. Sure, she could play nice for a few minutes hobnobbing with label executives or fans, but then she’d take out her frustration on the lowly people who had to work with her. As successful as she was, this trait had made it so no entourage usually travelled with her. Even her stylist, wardrobe, and makeup people would use any means of transportation possible to not have to ride with her. She hadn’t had a personal driver in over a year because of it, this car had been sent by her label. “I just have to keep my mouth shut for the next half hour and hope she forgets to complain about me,” Janet thought. “What was that, Janet?” “Oh, nothing.” (Did she say that out loud? That was close, she thought.) “Careful,” came a nagging voice from the back seats, “that turn almost made me spill my wine. If any of this gets on this dress, I’ll see you pay for it from your own wages.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Madame again. That’s it! I swear I’m having you fired the moment my publicity event is over!”

It was in the middle of this explosion of temper that the engine suddenly started to sputter. “Great! What did you do? Call me another driver and car right now.” “There’s a small problem with that, ma’am,” Janet replied, making sure to linger on the hated honorific. “And what’s that, you imbecille?” “I don’t own a phone.” “You don’t own a—how is that even possible?” “Driving for the label pays poorly. I couldn’t manage my cell bill, and last week it was disconnected.” “If you had fixed the charger back hear like I suggested, this wouldn’t be happening.” “Last time I checked, the charger was working fine.” “Well, it’s not now! Look, there are some girls over by those dumpsters. Go ask them if you can make a call, I’m sure one of them has a phone.” “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Janet said, still looking at the three women staring at her car. “Well, _I’m_ not going to go talk to them. You go ask them, right now. That’s an order.”

Janet timidly stepped out of the car, making certain to lock the doors, and put the keys into her jacket pocket. As she walked cautiously over to the women, the thin one with red hair and a bandana walked toward her menacingly. Janet was relieved when Alma simply brushed past her and continued on her way. But Alma was smiling as she cupped the keys in her hand so they wouldn’t jingle, a trick she learned from a pickpocket it Atlantic City.

“Look,” said Clara, “this is a bad idea, Lupita, this could come back and bite you in the culo. People with cars like that can hire people, find us…” Clara stopped speaking as she noticed Janet coming into earshot. “Um, excuse me,” said Janet, looking back and forth between Clara and Lupita before settling on the latter, who had an air of being in charge. “My car broke down, and I was wondering if either of you might let me make a call on your phone.” “I don’t have a phone,” Lupita said, “but I’m a regular Mrs. Goodwrench. Maybe I can fix your car for you. “

Back at the limo, Alma opened the lock. Danita, who had been watching the television in the car, looked up, assuming it was Janet. “Who are you? Close that door immediately!” Danita shouted when she saw the bandanaed ganster girl. “Oh, of course I’ll close the door,” Alma smiled, “but first, your highness, you’re coming with me!” With that, she grabbed a chunk of the singer’s hair that included her earlobe, and used the pressure to make her stand and climb out of the car. “See?” Alma said as she slammed the door, “that was easy.”

Janet turned when she heard the shouting, and started to rush back toward her car. Her passenger wasn’t pleasant, but she was still her responsibility, and Janet needed to protect her no matter how the thought of what might happen made her smile. But Lupita reached out and grabbed her shoulder, warning, “Don’t try anything, limo-girl.”
Danita was nearly screaming at Alma. “You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am? I’m a star! I have two Latin Grammys!” Alma grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her toward the rest of the group. “Oh, aren’t you special. I have two Latin grammys and both my abuelos!” “You…what? Are you really that stupid?” Danita shouted before Alma silenced her with a slap. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that, princess. Things can still get much worse for you.”

(More to come another day, can't say when exactly, but I'm looking forward to seeing what happens here. On stories like this one, the art comes first, then I describe it after. It helps me think about how it all works from a physical perspective. It's a little slow, though.)

PART 5:

“Why you low-life street filth! When the police get their hands on you they’re going to lock you up forever for messing with me!” the singer spat back at Alma. The gangster smiled, and grabbed the singer by the throat, “Then it’s lucky for me that they don’t come to this neighborhood, isn’t it?”

By this time Janet turned and saw Alma holding the star she was entrusted to transport by the throat and screamed. “We can’t have this,” Clara said, and Lupita nodded, gesturing toward the chauffeur. “Careful!” she called to Alma from a distance, “no damaging the merchandise. Keep her quiet for a bit. I have something to take care of over here, then I’ll be right over.”

Clara had instinctively understood Lupita’s nod and grabbed the driver from behind. While Janet was very fit from jogging, she lacked the strength to struggle significantly against her. Lupita turned and faced her, grabbing the cap off her head and putting it on. “Look, we have no desire to hurt you. But we’ve seen your concern for miss Princess-pants over there and we can’t have you pulling any heroics. I’m gonna need that uniform. Cooperate with us, stay quiet, and I’ll let you keep your underwear. Claro?”

Janet was clearly terrified, so she simply nodded her assent. Lupita and company had a policy for stripping opponents. The shoes had to come off first, most of the time; there was too much kicking danger if they didn’t. Janet remained quiet and didn’t even struggle as Lupita removed her boots. She was surprised to feel a small tingle between her legs as the terrifying, but lovely gangster unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. She was simultaneously petrified and turned on by the powerlessness of her situation. Her black cotton panties were on full view, and she was pleased no one seemed to notice the wet spot forming in the gusset. Next came the jacket and shirt, revealing an equally plain black bra. “Well, limo girl, I like your taste in lingerie,” Lupita commented sincerely, “unfortunately—“ She reached around behind the chauffeur and popped the clasp of the bra. “I thought you said I could keep my underwear.” “Oh, you can. Clara? Tie her hands with the bra. Now stay with us, gringa, we don’t want you to get hurt. What’s your name?”

Janet eyed Lupita suspiciously for a moment before responding. “Janet.” “Well, Janet,” Lupita continued, reaching for her panties, “you just stay quiet and behave yourself and this will all be over in a few hours, max. Oh, what’s this? These are wet as hell! Either Janet needs some depends or…she likes getting stripped and tied up. Glad we could make your day.” Lupita punctuated the statement by forcing the majority of the black panties into Janet’s mouth, and stretching one leg hole around her head to hold it in place. “Clara, go search the car and see what you find.” As Lupita led Janet, hands bound with her bra and mouth gagged with her panties, shaved pussy nearly dripping in anticipation, along the side of the limo, Clara opened the driver side door. “Not there, the passenger part!” Lupita ordered, adding, “pop the trunk as long as you’re there.”

Lupita lifted Janet into the open trunk. “Don’t worry, limo girl, we don’t want to leave you in here long. You’ll get out in a bit, we have a couple things to do first and don’t want you running off.” With that, she closed the trunk, and called Clara over. “What did you find?” “Some wine, a purse, and a dead cell phone.” “I’ll take the wine. Leave the purse here. But we need that phone charged. Take it to Antonia’s store. She has every kind of phone charger there. Get it some juice then come back.” Clara looked disappointed, “But—“ “Look do you want to be part of this gang or do you wanna end up like her?” Lupita gestured to the pop diva being held by Alma. Clara nodded and left with the phone.

PART 6:

“Well, I heard you were giving my friend here trouble.” “You need to let me go now. You seem to be in charge. Do you know who I am? If you don’t let me go, I’ll—“ “OK, shoot, how are you?” “I’m Danita Amore. Famous singer? Two Latin Grammys?” Lupitas facial expression was blank until the last part. “My grammy is Latina too, and my grampy is from Guatemala. So, you’re a singer, what do you sing?” Lupita fingered the pendant around the star’s neck, as the terrified women emitted a few pathetically weak notes. “I—can’t…not unless she lets me go.” Suddenly, Alma chimed in, “I recognize that song, Lupita, it’s that annoying song from that movie I saw once with my sobrinita. You sing that?” Danita bobbed her head, excited to finally be recognized. “Let me knock her out and throw her in the dumpster, please?” Lupita shook her head. “First, we’ll be taking this jewelry.” She systematically removed the pendant, the bracelets, and rings. Then she grabbed Danita’s shoes. All the while, the pop star was screaming, “No, don’t do that. I have money! I can give you money, please.” “Oh, we’re going to get money,” Lupita replied, “Trust me on that one. Now let’s see what kind of panties rich, annoying starlets wear. Careful, this dress looks expensive.”

As Lupita removed the dress and tossed it on the sidewalk, a puzzled look came over her face. Then, she pointed and giggled, “What the hell is that?” Underneath the dress, Danita was wearing a black, lacy, strapless bra, but from her thighs to just below her breasts, she had on a one-piece of white spandex. It was sewn together in a complex fashion with a number of reinforced panels on it. The singer’s face reddened. “I said what is that?” “Spanx,” she replied. “Don’t mind if I do!” said Alma, letting go with one hand to smack her on the backside. Lupita stared blankly, and looked the frightened singer in the eye, which was starting to well up with tears of embarassment. Danita felt compelled to explain, “a shape garment?” Lupita, with her athletic dancer’s body hadn’t seen one of these before. Alma, seeing Lupita’s confused expression, added “It’s something fat girls wear if they’re fake. Maybe Clara will want it.”

Lupita let the sleight against her best friend go for now. She was curious to see what this glamorous personality looked like out of this not-so-glamorous garment. First, she decided to remove the bra. Since it was strapless, this took very little time. Alma grabbed Danita’s wrists so she couldn’t cover her breasts, which, free of their supportive bra, fell lower and further apart than before. Then, Lupita stuck her index finger into the stretchy garment, and started to roll it down. Behind it, soft flesh popped out, overhanging the edge of the garment now that it was restrained by the spanx no longer. Lupita stopped when she had gotten it just below Danita’s navel. “There’s a lot of you packed into this little thing.” She grabbed some of the muffin top made as she pulled the garment down and fondled it mockingly, adding, “a mucho grande lot of you.”

Below that, the flesh of the singer’s hips and backside poured out of the garment. It had even been compressing her thighs. In addition, a wild tangle of black pubic hair came into view. Alma let go and stepped aside to take in the sight. This freed Danita’s hands to try to cover herself, as Lupita handed Alma the spanx, which she looked at with wonder as it dangled from her fingers. “How the hell did all THAT fit in THERE?” she said, looking at the now-compressed garment.

Danita was crying, and her dark eye makeup was forming rivulets down her face. “You can let me go now, right? At least let me get in the car before someone sees me?” Lupita laughed, “No, no, gorda. We’re not even started yet.” She turned her head to the sound of footsteps. Clara had returned with the phone. “That was fast.” “She had a charged battery that fit it.” “Let’s get to it then.”

(More to this coming soon. They really have it in for the poor starlet, as you'll see. After the girls finish this victim, I might try my hand at illustrating a few scenes from Pirates vs. Ninjas, which seems quite wonderful, then maybe another chapter of the fantasy story, until I get some new ideas for the gang adventures here.)

Great stuff!!!!!

(OK, this part gets a little more intense than I'll usually let stuff. Apologies if it's too hardcore, it's borderline too much for my taste, but I need to establish motivations for what may come later.)

PART 7:

Lupita took the phone from Clara and held it up. “Say cheese!” The flash lit on Danita’s nude body. “Give me back my phone—and my clothes!” she demanded. “As I said, you’re in no position to tell us anything. Play along or this will get worse,” Alma responded. “By the way, I’ve just uploaded a copy of that photo to a private account I created just now. If you want to keep it private, you’ll have to do what we say,” Lupita added, “Now, smile!” After another photo she passed off the phone to Alma, “I think you know how to use this. Have fun.” Then she picked up the purse from the ground, “Let’s see what we have here…some lipstick…a long, narrow case…oh, you surprised me, it’s a microphone. It sure looked like something else. But that gives me an idea.”

“That’s my favorite microphone. My idol gave me that after my first big show.” “So you love it, huh? Let’s see how much.” She tossed the microphone to Danita. The singer caught it, before realizing what was expected of her. “Get down, show us how much you love that mic.” “No, this has already gone too far.” “I’m inclined to agree,” said Clara, stepping back. “We’re not done yet. You can join us in this, or you can join her…in what she’s having.” Clara shrugged and stepped away. She wanted to stop this, but still was in no place to challenge her gang. Lupita repeated, sterner now, “On the ground!” Alma chimed in, “You can get on the ground and start playing with that, or I can throw you into that dumpster over there. And I can tell you from experience, it’s full of rats.”

Danita carefully sat down on the filthy pavement, propping herself on her right hand and feet to try to avoid her backside contacting it. Lupita nodded, “Good, now open up. We need to get a nice, clear video. This is how we’re going to make certain you don’t come after us.” Alma started filming again as Danita gradually spread her legs, licked her fingers, and rubbed them gently around her slit. “All that hair is keeping me from getting a good shot. Maybe we should shave it,” said Alma, producing a switchblade. “No, this has to be authentic,” Lupita responded, “she’s a hairy girl and the world needs to know that.” Clara breathed a sigh of relief as Alma put away her knife and concentrated on filming again.

“Now, it’s time to say hello to your little friend,” Lupita instructed. Danita was dying of embarrassment, but she picked up the microphone. Much to her shame, the embarrassment might have been turning her on. She let out a small whimper as the microphone made its way in. For the next two minutes, the gang watched in silence as she manipulated the mic until she let out a shriek, loud but small-sounding at the same time, and the slimy microphone fell from her hand in a gushing climax. She was now lying flat on the ground, a hint of a smile on her lips, when Lupita grabbed her hands and turned her over, onto her hands and knees. “Nice work, Puta. We’ll treasure that video, and if you ever make a move against us, all the news outlets in the world will get a copy. But you’re not done yet.”

PART 8:

Lupita knelt next to the starlet and started to punish the ample backside before her with her bare hands. Her moans had morphed from the moans of pleasure a few minutes earlier, to small cries, like a timid protest of the pain to her backside. Her breasts, stomach, and backside jiggled with each smack as the cheeks of both her face and her ass reddened. Alma recorded it, then took her turn delivering another dozen or so smacks.

“Your turn, Clara,” Lupita said, matter-of-factly. Clara tried to shrug it off and seem disinterested, but the look in Lupita’s eye made it clear she’d have to do this. She came over and offered four or five perfunctory slaps, but the look on the faces around her showed that wasn’t enough. She put some force into the last five, leaving the singer with a red, stinging behind, and tears in her eyes. Clara stood up and helped the pop diva to her feet. The pain in her backside made her hold her thighs limply, making her look almost off-balance while accentuating the cellulite around her hips and legs. Alma snapped a still picture to capture this.

PART 9:

“Well, aren’t you the trooper. You may make it through this after all. I think it’s time for your makeover.” Lupita took the cap off the lipstick and examined the blank canvas of skin before her. “Hold her,” she ordered, and Clara complied. I circle with her index finger was all it took to tell Clara to hold her with her backside sticking out. Across her shoulder blades, Lupita took the lipstick and wrote “Azote mi” (spank me), for whoever she encountered after the girls were done with her. On the reddened backside, she wrote in large letters, “WIDE LOAD.” Alma chuckled as she photographed this. As Clara turned her back around, Lupita gave the lipstick to Alma and took the phone to record the results. Alma started with “Boba” (stupid) just above her breasts, then added “Puerca” (pig) over her navel. Clara took a few photos of that as well. But then, inspiration hit. Alma walked up close to Danita and held her chin in one hand, looking at her carefully. Then, she got close with the lipstick and started drawing for what seemed like a few minutes before Lupita saw the result. She had reddened Danita’s nose, drawn on an oversized smile, and added points above and below her eyes. Danita now wore a makeshift version of clown face.

Lupita smiled and filmed some more. Even Clara had to laugh at that one. “Alma,” Lupita said, “do you think you’d fit that driver’s uniform? Go put it on. Our celebrity here is still going to make the publicity event I found on her phone schedule. Better late than never, I always say.” “No! You can’t do that!” Danita protested. “Who is going to stop us? Your driver who is tied up in the trunk? Certainly not you, unless you want those photos and videos to go public.”

PART 10:

Danita sighed in resignation. She had been outsmarted by three street girls. Their plan seemed unstoppable, her ultimate humiliation inevitable. “Clara, get something to tie her with, she’s gonna make quite the impression!” Soon, Alma appeared in the chauffeur uniform. It fit her fairly well, but she was also holding something. “There was a fridge in the car and look what I found,” she laughed as she held out a custard cream pie. “I think our clown here is lacking something. Do you want to do the honors?”

Lupita took the pie from her and approached Danita, who was backing away from her. “If you miss,” said Alma, “we could always throw her in that ratty dumpster.” The starlet stopped retreating. “Hands at your sides,” Lupita ordered, and she complied. Lupita smacked the pie into her face, while using her other hand to hold her hair back so the entire face was hit. As the custard slid down her face, Danita spat. “Great. Are you done now?” “Almost,” replied Lupita shooting another half-dozen photos, “I suppose you might want to pay me to keep these private.” “Ya think? How much can I pay you to let me go?” Clara’s ears perked up at the opportunity to get out of this before they got into any more potential trouble, but Alma was the first to speak, “it’s non-negotiable. You’re a stuck-up b*tch, and b*tches have to pay. Club rules, nothing personal. I take that back, it’s very personal.”

Clara had found some rope, and Lupita and Alma had great fun tying Danita spread-eagle across the hood of the limousine. “Don’t forget your microphone,” Alma added, gleefully putting the beloved accoutrement in the same compromising position it had explored earlier.

Clara was glad when she was told to open the trunk and let out the nude driver. “You can get out now,” she told her, “no harm will come to you if you don’t try anything, although you’ll have to stay here a bit, until it’s too late for you to mess with our plans, and may have to wear that underwear home.” Alma flicked a few pictures before Clara had managed to untie her. “What was that for?” “Security,” Alma smiled.

Lupita looked at the starlet on the hood of the car, thought for a moment, then hung the spanx from the antenna like an ignominious flag. “Well, I think our celebrity is ready to meet her fans. I’ll call ahead to make sure the press is ready, you drive her to this address. I’m going to keep this lovely phone. When you get there, leave the car before anyone notices, change clothes as soon as you can, and get the first bus back here.” Alma smiled, “As you know, I don’t take orders from anyone. But I like this plan. It will be done, as you say.”

EPILOGUE / (Preview of Part 11):

Danita Amore was lying down in her mansion in a bra and pair of panties, an ice pack on her sore behind, reading a tabloid with a censored picture of her now-famous limousine ride on the cover. The headline read, “Spanx for the Memories: Chilled singer Lets it All Go.” A shower had removed the cream and the lipstick graffiti from her face and body, but not before thousands of fans and the press had witnessed it adding to her naked humiliation. Her P.A., Lilly, was lightly massaging her shoulders.

“Do those girls really think I’m afraid of those photos now? The press has every compromising shot they could want, the photos from my phone are almost redundant after that spread-eagle ride with my microphone tucked…you know.” “I know, I know,” Lilly responded, “I think you should let it go. Go on a little vacation somewhere…private. Stay out of the public eye until this blows over.”

“No. I want those girls brought to justice. Not the police. Street justice. Batman stuff.” “Batman isn’t real,” Lilly reminded her. “I know. I want you to get me the best P.I. in the city, to find out who these girls are. Then I want you to hire two or three pro wrestlers. Not the top Divas, the B-listers, who are less likely to be recognized. Also, get me my costume designer on the phone. I have a job for her. And get me the number of the bakery that wanted me to endorse their horrific pies. They owe me, as that free sample ended up all over my face. Also, I need a small camera crew. And get that useless driver fired. We shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”

“Danita, this sounds like a bad idea…” “Are you my assistant or not? Do it!”

(That's it for now. This story may continue with an attempt at revenge, but it may be some time before then as I work on other projects.)

Thanks for story.
I hope to see more stories and ideas in this topic.
Maybe you can describe, where rich woman in her mid thirty wants to teach lesson bully, who punish her son. But misfortune for lady in the event of punishing bully, she meet Lupita, Clara, Alma.

It's possible this might happen, but only if I replace "son" with daughter and make her at least 18 years old.

agree

PART 11:

The following week, all of the elements were in place. In the large parlor at her mansion, Danita tried on her new costume. After her experience with her shaping garments, she wasn’t planning on being embarrassed the same way twice. She had had Denise, her costume designer, design the support and shaping elements right into the fabric of the costume. She looked in the mirror. “A real superhero. Good.” “Put yours on, Lilly.” “Danita, I still don’t feel too good about this whole thing.” “Put it on, if you want to keep your job.” “Why does it matter if I wear it? I’m not goi—wait—you think I’m coming with you?” “Of course, you’re my assistant.” Just then, the doorbell rang. “We’ll talk about this later, for now, get the door.”

Lilly hurried to the door, glad for the reprieve from discussing that ridiculous costume she had been told to wear. Opening the door, she was surprised to see a tall woman in camouflage pants and a black tank top. Before Lilly could react, the woman pushed past her into the house and introduced herself. “Mae Venturi, videojournalist extrordinaire, at your service.” The PA presented her hand, an offer which wasn’t reciprocated. Nervously, she said, “Lilly’s in here, she’ll be happy to see you.” “I hope so,” said Mae, “She’s paying a small fortune for this job.”

As Mae turned the corner and saw Danita admiring herself in the mirror in her blue and gold superheroine costume, she nearly had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. “Oh, Mae, glad you could make it.” “For what you’re paying, I wouldn’t miss it.” “Well, this job might get a little dangerous.” “I didn’t win three Peabody awards as a war correspondent for staying safe.” “Good point. We’re just waiting on a few more—“

As if on cue, the doorbell rang again, and Lilly opened it. Three very beautiful and very fit women were standing outside, already wearing costumes that matched each other and shared the color scheme with Danita’s superheroine costume. “Glad you could make it,” Lilly said, moving out of the way in case they rushed in as Mae had.

Danita stepped into the foyer, with Mae in tow. “Good, good. We’re all here. Is the truck ready with everything I asked?” “Yes, ma’am,” Lilly responded. “For the millionth time, don’t call me ma’am. Now where’s our driver?” “About that…” Lilly said, nervously. “Yes?” “Your last driver complained so much about you the label won’t send another.” “Well, you should have called agencies and limousine companies.” “I did.” “Oh, you did…then why don’t I have a driver?” “Well, after your…incident, she was interviewed in the press and…” “…and what!?!” “No one wants to drive for you.”

Danita glared at her assistant. “OK, then, you don’t have to wear the costume. You’re dressed like some kind of chauffeur anyway…or some overweight, overage schoolgirl…fine…wear that, you’re driving.” “But I—“ “No excuses. You didn’t hire me a driver, so now you’re the driver.” “Yes ma’am.” “Say that again and I’ll smack you.” “Is everything OK?” Mae asked.

“Fine,” Danita said, addressing the four other women in the room as Lilly went outside and started the truck engine. “Here’s the plan. There are three gangster girls. We have three professional wrestlers, a superheroine, and a truck full of stuff I’ll show you. We drive into their part of town. We stop. They come to investigate. That’s when you get out of the truck and subdue them. We tie them up, humiliate them, and then you film it.”
“Why are we doing this?” said one of the wrestlers. “Because I’m paying you. That’s all you need to know. These girls are dangerous. Do not underestimate them. Now let’s go.”

(No pics until the encounter.)

PART 12:

It was a sunny day, and the Aquanet girls were hanging out in their usual spot, a seldom-used road between some abandoned buildings, where they could drink and smoke anything they wanted to their heart’s content. The other gangs in the community hadn’t believed them that it was their doing that brought down the superstar singer, until they had given their leaders a preview of the cell phone footage. Now, they were riding high; they were getting respect, and had been inundated with offers to buy the cell footage. They hadn’t sold it, at least not yet. That was their ace in the hole. If that came out, what could stop Danita from having them arrested and prosecuted?
“Yo, what’s this?” Lupita said, looking up from her bottle of King Cobra, “Did one of youse order a delivery?” “I think somebody lost their way,” Alma responded, “Bad for them, good for us.” “Eh, Dejalo,” Clara warned, “we don’t need to mess with it.”

To everyone’s surprise, the truck slowed to a stop just 20 feet from where they were standing. “What? Let’s take it,” Alma said. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Clara responded. “You have a bad feeling about everything except eating,” Alma teased. “Callate, puta!” Clara spat, punching her arm. “Will you two stop it?” Lupita intervened. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll deal with the driver. You two go around back and see what they’re carrying.” “You heard her,” Alma said to Clara, “let’s go.”

As Lupita made her way up to the driver’s door, she noted that she’d have to get close to see through the tinted glass. She tried the handle; the door was locked. Peering in, she saw Lilly in her grey skirt and blazer. “You’re no delivery driver…”

Behind the van, Alma and Clara looked through the rear windows. They were entirely opaque. Clara gave the handle a pull; the door was locked. Before she could turn her head to comment on it, the doors suddenly flung open. Two women, dressed in expensive-looking blue and gold superheroine costumes stood at the door. Alma thought she saw few more people in the van, but she couldn’t be certain as she had no time to think or act before the open-palm punch connected with her chin. Clara received a kick that knocked her back, and in no time, the two of them had been pinned to the ground by the masked women.

Clara pulled her opponent’s hair and called for help, as Alma stuggled against her captor. Lupita heard their cries and came to help. Inside the van, Danita sat comfortably. “Are you getting this?” she asked Mae. The camera woman let out an assertive grunt, as she was too busy concentrating to converse.

As Lupita arrived, she thought fast. Swinging the van’s back door, she managed to knock Alma’s opponent off her. The masked woman toppled to the ground, dazed, but Alma was in no position to capitalize on this turn of events. Much to Lupita’s surprise, the door swung back forcefully, dazing her and knocking her to the ground as a third masked woman jumped from the van. “You should know better than to think you’re the only one who knows how to use a door as a weapon,” she laughed.

PART 13:

Lupita looked up, dazed, as the third woman put her into an unusually humiliating submission hold. “Who are you anyway, and what are you doing here?” The masked woman remained silent, as a purple-haired woman in a costume more elaborate than the others stepped from the truck, followed by a camera woman in camouflage pants.
“We’re here to clean up the streets,” announced the purple-haired woman in a artificially-formal and courageous tone, “We heard they’re especially filthy right here.” She kicked Lupita’s flank as if to mark the spot as she said this. “That hair…that fat ass…I know who you are. And we still have that footage of your little interlude with your favorite toy from our last encounter. We’ll make it public unless you leave it alone.”

“Oh,” said the masked woman. “It’s a little late for that. You humiliated me in front of my fans, and the press. Every tabloid in the civilized world had pictures of me on that limo…” Turning to the camerawoman, she said, as an afterthought, “Mae, edit that out. You can edit parts out, right?” “Of course I can…just keep going…”
“I told you she’d find us, Lupe,” Clara exclaimed, “I told you this was a bad idea.” Danita, her identity revealed, but her mask still on for filming purposes, turned toward Clara, “Oh, don’t worry, fatso, we’ll get to you in good time.” “Hey! Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Clara responded.

“For now,” Danita said, “get the one with the bandana onto her feet.” The masked wrestler did as she was told, and held Alma in a bearhug from behind. “Not so tough, now, are you?” Danita taunted as she tore the red flannel sleeveless shirt from the gangster’s torso, leaving her with only a sports bra over her breasts. Alma attempted to use a head butt to escape the hold she was in, but the wrestler knew how to avoid it. She bit her lip as she realized she had been outclassed. “Now let’s see what a tough girl like you wears under those godawful khakis.” “I’m going to get you for this,” Alma said as the wrestler helped Danita unbuckle her belt. “Empty threats,” Danita laughed, “now it’s MY turn.”

“What’s this?” Danita said, as she tugged the khakis down to Alma’s knees. “Really!!! Pink undies with fluffly little bunnies on them, how cute. I think all your gangster friends out there need a good look at this, Mae, make sure you get a closeup.” The wrestlers also laughed at Alma’s childish panties. She tried to elbow the wrestler holding her, but it only resulted in a tighter grip on her. “Let’s get this bra off,” Danita said, “Mae, can you hand me those scissors for a moment?” Moments later, her sports bra was lying on the ground in shreds, and Danita was pinching her right nipple. “What cute little boobs! Almost as cute and small as those little bunnies. Look at these pink little nipples.” Alma was fuming, but there was nothing she could do about it. “Next, let’s get rid of this stupid bandana.” Alma’s eyes widened as Danita removed her treasured headgear, a memento from her old gang back in Jersey. Peeling her pants and shoes the rest of the way off, Danita threw them in a pile with her shirt and bra, about ten feet away. She then proceeded to spray it with lighter fluid, and tossed a match onto it. “You b*tch! Those were my favorite clothes.” “Maybe it’s time to change your style,” Danita taunted. “Those panties are so adorable, dear,” she continued, “but it’s time to see if the carpet matches the d****s.”

Alma took a deep breath as Danita pulled her panties down to her thighs, exposing a patch of red pubic hair that had been trimmed to look natural, but carefully groomed. Alma tried to break free, so the wrestler pulled her arms uncomfortably behind her back. “Well,” Danita said, “either you’re a natural, or, as I suspect from the careful topiary here that you go to the trouble to dye your pubes.” “Ow!” Alma exclaimed as Danita grabbed a few of the hairs and pulled them out, lifting them closer to her eyes to examine them. “Oh,” she said, “here’s the dark roots. Mae, are you getting this?” “Let’s move along,” said Mae, “this is starting to bore me.” “Tie her up and come help me,” Danita told the wrestler holding Alma, who was reduced to her white socks and her panties at mid-thigh, “Oh, and she can keep her tacky jewelry on, somehow I just think it makes it MORE embarrassing.” “I’ll get you for this!” Alma spat. “Not likely,” Danita laughed. Mae handed the wrestler some rope from the truck, and she tied Alma’s hands behind her back, then secured her to a tiedown ring on the inside of the truck. Alma tried to keep her eyes dry after the humiliating ordeal, tied up, she was surprised to feel relieved at not being the center of attention anymore. Looking around, she noticed a door that opened to the driver’s cabin, and, off to the side, what she thought might be a large refrigerator.

“You’re gonna pay!” Lupita called, “You’re gonna pay like no one’s ever payed before.” “Oh, your turn is coming,” Danita said, then, to the wrestler holding her, “Dear, this is the ringleader, apply some more pressure to that hold and don’t let go. You can manage that, can’t you?” The wrestler nodded. “You’re making it worse, Lupita, just stop taunting them!” Clara called out. “Wise advice,” Danita laughed, “but it’s too late to help yourself. Get her up.”
Clara struggled as the two wrestlers pulled her to her feet, causing her flannel shirt to tear. One of the wrestlers shrugged, and removed it the rest of the way. Once Clara was subdued, she stopped fighting. The wrestler that had been holding Alma took another piece of rope, and tied Clara’s wrists together behind her back, fastening her to one of the handles of the van.

“Make sure you don’t miss a moment as we humiliate this lardball,” Danita laughed, glad inside that she could avenge some of the insults the gangsters had written on her body. It wasn’t Clara that did it, of course. But she was the only one bigger than Danita, so she would suffer the singer’s wrath. “OK, I’m going to let you handle this one…at least, at first.” One of the wrestlers grabbed Clara’s T-shirt and ripped, revealing a plain white cotton bra, and soft, untoned belly. “I’ve heard of baby fat,” Danita teased, “but are you sure you’re not having a baby?” “You b*tch. Shut up!” was all Clara could get out before tears started welling up in her eyes. “Aw, don’t cry, baby, you’re going to mess up your makeup!” The other wrestler removed the bra this time, letting Clara’s pendulous breasts hang free. Clara started to cry. She always imagined sharing her body with Lupita, but this is not how she imagined her friend seeing it for the first time. The fact that her hands were tied behind her back, preventing her from covering up made it several times worse. “OK, let’s get those jeans off.” Clara’s legs were spread to try to keep the jeans on her hips, but the wrestlers found the scissors that had been used before, and soon, everyone was staring at Clara’s panties, as her tears made her makeup run in lines down her cheeks.

“Well, I didn’t think you could beat miss bunnypants over here,” Danita taunted, “But pink with yellow polka dots? What WERE you thinking? Nice stretch marks, by the way.” Clara ceased crying for a moment to gasp for a breath, “I remember you having a pretty impressive amount yourself,” she responded. One of the wrestlers punched her in the stomach, causing her breasts, belly, and thighs to jiggle. Clara groaned. “As I recall, I think the last time we met, you spanked me…now it’s your turn,” Danita smiled, ordering the wrestlers to put Clara in position.

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.

PART 18:

As Clara opened the doors to the truck, Danita leaped out around her to make a run for it. Clara was able to turn around and grab the pop diva by the hair, “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked as she leveraged the singer to a seated position on the ground. “I said not to let her out, Gordita,” Alma carped. “It’s alright,” said Lupita, “I have an idea. Bring her over here by this one.” Clara brought Danita over as Alma forced Roxana to the ground, still threatening with the taser.

“OK, strip her.” Clara wasted no time in unmasking her prisoner, removing her boots, and pulling the superhero-like costume down. This time, there was no bra, no slimming garment. The costume was designed to shape the singer the way her accustomed undergarments typically did. As the costume was pulled off of her, her fleshy body sagged back to its natural shape, until the only garment the singer had on were a pair of yellow cotton panties with the words “I’m a Star!” written across the backside, and a five-pointed star on the front. Satisfied she had stripped her enough for now, Clara shoved the pop diva, knocking her on her ass next to Roxana, and picked up the video camera. “You always have the most interesting undergarments,” Alma taunted.

The half-naked singer sobbed quietly as Lupita paced back and forth in front of her, giving a speech for the benefit of Clara filming it. “Apparently, you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. You thought you could win, you thought you could beat us. You thought you could bring a bunch of pro-wrestlers and a war correspondent and a…fat secretary and take us down. You were wrong, and now, you’re going to pay for it.” “Look, I…” “I don’t need to hear your lies,” Lupita continued, “Enough talk. You did what you did, and it was a mistake. Since you decided to jump out of the truck before we were done dealing with your last goon here, I thought of some activities you can take part in together. They’re contests, really, three of them, and we might or might not go easier on the overall winner. ”
Clara panned the camera from a worried Danita to a confused Roxana. It was clear that the wrestler was looking forward to finding out what kind of contest her captors had in mind. Almost in answer to her, Lupita announced, “The first contest will be…a thumb war.” Everyone sighed in disapproval, as Lupita continued. “The winner pies the loser in the face.”

Roxana and Danita looked confused at the stupid contest. They stood up, and locked hands. The struggle was quick and uneventful, with Danita losing. Alma kept the taser drawn as Lupita handed Roxana the pie, which she quickly shoved into Danita’s face. “That’s one for Roxana!” Lupita announced enthusiastically. “The next contest is….singing! Winner gets to spank the loser twenty times, over her knee, then hit her with this last pie.”

“Hey, wait, no fair!” Roxana said. “You’re up first, now sing!” Lupita responded. Roxana managed a slightly out of key rendition of “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” which was the only song she could remember under such pressure, and only then because it had been playing during her last wrestling bout. She fumed, knowing that she had lost it as Danita stepped forward and sang, “Don’t Attack My Heart.”

“Sounds better with Autotune,” Lupita laughed, “but Danita’s our clear winner!” She gestured to Danita to sit on the back of the truck as she ‘helped’ Roxana to bend over the singer’s lap, and pulled her panties off. “I win! I’m gonna spank you like…Wait, what happened here?” Danita asked, pointing to the red mark on the wrestler’s backside. “She tried to get away, so I had to give her a little shock,” Alma said, proudly, waving the taser, “If you don’t carry out the punishment to my liking, perhaps I’ll give you a taste of it, too.”

Danita started in with a smack on Danita’s left butt-cheek, but seeing Alma’s expression, she started smacking her right over the taser marks. Roxana was crying and her tears smudged her mascara. “Oh, don’t like that?” Alma teased, “Then maybe you shouldn’t let this pop piglet hire you for risky revenge missions…” Roxana whined, gritted her teeth, and took the spanking as quietly as she could. Danita, for her part, seemed like she was really getting into punishing the wrestler. Roxana looked up and silently vowed revenge.

PART 19:

Danita started to smile. Sure, she had hired Roxana to help her, but this was going terribly. If she couldn’t take out her frustrations on the gang she had planned revenge on, the pink orbs of flesh sitting on her lap would have to do. Roxana shrieked and cursed. Clara, usually a model of compassion, felt vindicated that this celebrity who had taken money to humiliate her and her gang, then kicked her in the face trying to escape when the tables were turned, finally was getting her comeuppance. After the twentieth colossal smack, Lupita pulled Roxana to her feet and passed a pie to Danita, who smacked it into the wrestler’s face with curious gusto, then stepped back to point and laugh, forgetting for a minute her own appearance. Even in these terrible circumstances, she really enjoyed coming out on top.

That’s when Lupita announced, “It’s time for our third and final contest—wrestling.” Danita gasped as a smirk came over Roxana’s face. Clara could barely decide where to aim the camera as Lupita continued, “The winner will spank the loser, and decide where the loser should ride when we take this panel-truck for a spin downtown.”

Danita looked terrified as Roxana took up a position opposite her. Alma, keeping the taser aimed at them, backed off to a safer distance, but Clara seemed unafraid of getting in close with the camera. “Wait, this isn’t fai-“ Danita started to say, but Lupita interrupted with “3, 2, 1, Wrestle!” and Aksana tackled her to the ground, winding her. To say that the pro wrestler’s muscular, but still curvy, fit body contrasted with the singer’s flabbier physique would be an understatement. It was clear from the start that Danita was as outclassed in wrestling as Roxana had been in singing, but, unlike in the singing competition, Roxana wanted to drag this out and humiliate her opponent before her certain victory. Danita was too busy being grappled into uncomfortable positions to realize that this likely had something to do with the severity of the spanking she had just given her opponent. One, after another, Roxana applied submission holds to the helpless singer. When she decided she had nearly humiliated her opponent enough, she straddled her, and plopped her backside down on her face.

The ‘Mafia’ watched, thoroughly enjoying the singers comeuppance at the hands of her own hireling, reveling in their victory, and, of course, filming it. After letting the last submission pose remain for an uncomfortable long time (from Danita’s standpoint), they helped the wrestlers to their feet, and put Danita over Roxana’s lap. “Still have these on, eh?” said the wrestler, tugging at the yellow panties. “You’re a star. A star is a burning blob of gas…well, get ready to burn.” Roxana yanked the panties up into a terrible wedgie and started raining loud and hard spanks on the flabby bottom in front of her. Danita shrieked, unable to contain herself. *smack* "Please, stop!" *smack* “How many spanks did you say the loser gets, Lupita?” Alma questioned. “Oh, yeah…I forgot to say,” Lupita giggled back.

After two dozen or so smacks, Roxana peeled off the yellow panties and applied herself to punishing the now bare skin with all her athletic stamina. This b*tch had hired her for her crazy revenge scheme, then turned against her when the going got rough. She had spanked Roxana's own taser-burned bottom with a little too much gusto, and Roxana had decided that she was as much the enemy as Alma. Alma, however, was still armed, and it would be hard to take revenge on her. Danita, however, was helpless, lying over her lap taking a spanking. This brought a smile to her lips. "I would have gone easier on you, if you had gone easier on me." *smack* "oooowwie" "But no, you had to whip me with all the strength in your weak body." *smack* "eeek!" "So, I'm going to give it back to you." *smack* "please, stop." "It's not my fault that you thought it would be a good idea to make an enemy of a professional athlete." *smack*

I look forward to your Pirates vs. Ninjas stories. You do a good job with realistic scenes, both the visuals and stories. Adding more public humiliation would be good, e.g. crowds outside the girl gangs.

Thanks for the kind words. The pirates vs. Ninjas wasn't my story, I just made some illustrations for my favorite scenes. The crowd scene is coming for this; it's too processor intensive to keep a crowd around all the time for the artwork, so sometimes it's just referenced in the text. But what this gang does is a bit extreme, and that's why they need a quiet place to do it, film it, then show the results to the world at the end. I hope to wrap up this section to storyline soon.

Brilliant stories
 

I have just finished reading the superheroes, wrestlers, ninjas versus pirates stories and now this! I have just discovered these forums and wanted to say how absolutely brilliant all these stories are. And the rendering artwork is incredible. The Aquanet Mafia art is the most incredible thing I have seen because the pictures of Danita before and after her spanx are removed are just perfect! Danita and Mara the Pirate Queens are my favorite renderings ever!! There is nothing so erotically humiliating and seeing her compressed and then true flabby form! Despite the difficulties of computer graphics the images look ultra-realistic! Congratulations again!!

I also really liked the Glamor Girl stories, even though my favorite erotic fetish (vain chubby girls pretending to be thin using girdles and spanx) was not in that story. Somehow the idea of a superhero pretending to be good while actually being stuck up self-centred and lazy is just so damn erotic! I particularly liked the idea of the retinue of GG attends having to clean up the lazy fat hero. I wonder if Danita will also have to be cleaned up by her retinue of beauticians and helpers. That would be a great way to send this story, picking needles out of Danita's fat bum while she eats ice cream and broods bitterly that everyone now knows she's fat!

Anyway, just a thought, hope you get time to finish this amazing story some time soon! Congratulations again for amazing artwork and great story-telling

Thank you! Danita and mara both resemble celebrities I like, just in curvier versions. While the Wrestling thing (not the characters, of course) and the Aquanet mafia, and the fantasy story (there's much, much more to it than I got around to illustrating/putting up) thing are all my writing, I should point out that the pirates/ninjas are written by http://wtfbrotha36.deviantart.com/ and the New Dawn of Humiliation was a group story on writing.com by Derelict, with contributions by others (myself included), and, of course, the glamour Girl series is by SHAW. I also did a few illustrations for Beekenny's "Class War" series on this site.

Feel free to check out my Deviantart site, because, aside from character studies for the wonderful Enferia rpg: http://enferiaadventures.forumotion.com/
That's the only kind of art on my deviantart.

http://myds6.deviantart.com/

Sorry if it seems like a plug, but if you like my stuff, I want you to know where more can be found.

I appreciate your enjoyment of it.

Just out of interest, Myds ... how are the celebrities the Mara and Danita renderings are based on?

Well, Danita Amore is the lovely Demi L...I can't remember who I based Mara on, possibly Selena G.