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!"
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