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.
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