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!”
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