Power Princess Plots Her Revenge - Part Three by SHAW
PART 22
PussyWhip, Lavinia and the Bionic Bimbo watched the telecast with increasing incredulity. Amanda Cox, looking elegant and sophisticated as ever, had called a special press conference in the grounds of her spectacular mansion.
'Last night', she said, 'an attempt was made to steal my favourite necklace, the centre-piece of which is the Riga Diamond, one of the most expensive jewels in the world'.
The pressmen gasped.
'Fortunately, that great public servant and indomitable fighter of evil, Power Princess was on hand, and surprised the thieves, who turned out to be none other that PussyWhip and her intellectually challenged cronies'.
'I don't remember that', said Lavinia.
'Of course you don't, bonehead', said PussyWhip impatiently. 'It never happened. What's more, as we know, Power Princess and Amanda Cox are one and the same person'.
(The Bionic Bimbo had established this weeks ago when she had hidden, invisible, in Amanda's bedroom, and saw her change into her costume before going on a mission. She had also stayed to see her shower when she returned, masturbating furiously as she watched, which earned her a good spanking from PussyWhip when she returned. With photographs).
'I wonder what this little b*tch is up to', said PussyWhip.
'Maybe I should hide in her bedroom again', volunteered the Bionic Bimbo, enthusiastically.
'Certainly not', retorted PussyWhip, a little jealous that her cohort found Amanda so hot.
'Did Power Princess retrieve that necklace?', asked one reporter.
'No - the thieves had thrown it away as she was chasing them round the grounds, so she had no evidence against them. However, I am very pleased to say that before she released them, the bent them over the ranch-fencing at that paddock over there, and gave them all a good spanking!'
'Wow!', gasped the press.
'WHAT!', yelled PussyWhip. 'Imagine her saying something like that'.
The Bionic Bimbo was already imagining being spanked by Amanda, and her face flushed as she thought about it.
'You should have seen them', continued Amanda, 'bawling like little babies, tights at their knees, bare-butts glowing red. It was great!'.
'So, the great PussyWhip has finally been given a taste of her own medicine?'
'Right. And long overdue', continued Amanda/Power Princess. 'She didn't look so cocky shuffling off with her tights round her ankles and her well-spanked butt shining bright in the moonlight!'
PussyWhip was furious.
'I don't know what she's up to', she said, seething, 'but she will be sorry'.
Amanda took a few more questions, smiling happily, knowing that PussyWhip would be watching. Of course, it wasn't as good as actually giving that b*tch the spanking she deserved, but knowing that the world would be snickering about it was good enough. And one day soon, she promised, she would make her lie a reality.
'So what happens now? Is Power Princess coming back to look for the necklace?'
'Power Princess, as you know, is a very busy girl, fighting evil where she finds it. She's off saving the universe as we speak. So, since I cannot get the best, I've had to settle for Glamour Girl. It is a bit of a come-down after having Power Princess to help, but I suppose she is better than nothing. Just'.
Glamour Girl, who was also watching, was already on her way, against the advice of her long-suffering P.A., Paula. Glamour Girl had started the day with a dreamy smile plastered all over her face as she relived again and again the ecstasy the night she spent with Venturi. But Amanda's broadcast had put her in her usual petulant, bad-tempered humour.
'Why that stuck-up cow! Better than nothing, eh! I'll show her!', fumed Glamour Girl, as her fleet of vans containing her outfits, hairdressers, doctors, advisors, dressers etc. sped to Amanda's mansion.
'I beg you to reconsider this', pleaded Paula. 'You just heard her. She has publicly insulted you. Tell her to wait till she can get her precious Power Princess to help her'.
'One', said Glamour Girl impatiently, 'just think what a triumph it will be when I find the necklace that smarty-pants Power Princess couldn't find. And think how I'll be able to rub snooty Amanda Cox's face in it when I do.
Two, as you know, I have a vast collection of new outfits to model. Think of the marketing potential - all that free publicity and exposure as Glamour Girl rides to the rescue, bedecked in her latest creations, in the stunning surroundings of that b*tch's grounds. It will be a triumph'.
Paula cringed as she heard her vain, self-regarding employer give vent to her massive ego.
'Well, I don't like it', finished Paula weakly. 'I don't think it's a good idea'.
'Well, thinking is not your strong suit, is it Paula?', said Glamour Girl b*tchily. 'After all, you thought that rescuing that cat from the tree was a good idea. And what happened? I got stripped, made to wear ridiculous rhumba panties by PussyWhip, got shot in the ass with a dart gun three times - BY A CAT! - then dumped in a barrel of tar! So, leave the thinking to me in future Paula - and just do as you are told, like a good little girl'.
Glamour Girl loved to demean her assistant like this, especially when there were others present, and Paula, blushing as the others laughed, decided to shut up, and console herself with memories of Glamour Girl's feline encounter.
Stephanie had woken that morning, on the plush bed she kept in her expensive bachelorette pad, with the unaccustomed sensation of being alone in bed. She fumed as she remembered how Glamour Girl had walked off with Amada Venturi, leaving her handcuffed to a railing.
She had tried to compensate the night before with her impressive array of vibrators, dildoes, fruit and vegetables, but she had been unable to satisfy herself. All she could think about was how Glamour Girl had stolen the starlet from under her nose, and hung her out to dry for that common waitress. Stripped! Spanked! Pussy broadcast to the entire town on television! Had she been a masochist, Stephanie could have spent weeks coming at the mere thought of it; but to the bratty, vain Stephanie, it was simply humiliating, and she had no idea how to go about getting even.
Just then, the phone rang. It was her dear, beloved elder sister, Amanda.
'How's your fiancé?', asked Stephanie, with feigned concern. 'I did not call to bandy words with you, Stephanie - or to gloat about your little mishap last night'.
'How did you know about that?' asked Stephanie, defensively.
'Oh - it got a little mention in the newspaper'.
'What!'.
'And the radio'
'What!!'.
'Oh - and the society correspondent on the TV news devoted a whole half hour to it. Poor Stephanie - hand-cuffed to some railings in your underwear while a waitress spanked you! And as for your little cameo in 'Honest Hank's' advert, the less said about that the better!'.
'Oh no!', wailed Stephanie, unaware that the whole town had spent the morning laughing at her.
'I felt so sorry for you, being humiliated like that!'
'I'll bet you did, you frigid b*tch! You just phoned to taunt me'.
'On the contrary, dear, I phoned to ask you if you wanted the chance to get even with Glamour Girl'.
'And why would you do anything for me?'
'Because I can't stand Glamour Girl, and I'd love to see her taken down a peg or two. She's a self-opinionated…'
'…big-titted…'
'…self-satisfied…'
'…fat-assed…'
'…little b*tch'.
The two paused for a moment. This was the first time they had agreed on anything for twenty years.
'Glamour Girl is coming out to my mansion to try to locate the Riga diamond. I found it myself this morning, but I thought it might be fun to have that b*tch running round my grounds looking for the paste fake that I've planted. And I thought that you could, how shall I put it, 'assist' her, make sure she falls into all the little traps I've set'.
Stephanie was delighted with this plan, but saw a way of getting even more out of it than revenge.
'And what are you willing to pay?', she asked, greedily. Money was always a prerequisite with Stephanie - she only got an allowance of six thousand a month, which, allowing for her extravagant life-style, did not go far.
'Oh, all right, if you do it you can have the use of one of my credit-cards for the afternoon. It has a two thousand limit on it'.
'Then I'll do it', said Stephanie smugly, thinking she had struck a great deal, unaware that Amanda had been relying on her spoiled sister's greed to complete her plan.
((More to come. Like always, it will be when I find time. But this next location, the Cox mansion, will be the setting for a long time, so once it looks good enough, the story images ought to flow faster.))
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