Power Princess Plots Her Revenge – by SHAW
PART 28
Not since the incident with the cat had Glamour Girls entourage enjoyed anything so much. The beauticians set to work, washing and scrubbing, shampooing and rinsing, slowly but surely removing the mud and oil from every nook and cranny, restoring her to her gorgeous, sublimely sexy, infinitely self-important self.
When the time came to dress, Paula brought her a red version of the new superheroine uniform.
'I'm not wearing that', snapped Glamour Girl petulantly. 'Didn't you see how that little sl*t upstaged me earlier? Fetch me the 'Glamour Girl Summer Party Man-Magnet'!'.
'But Glamour Girl', said Paul, 'that's not appropriate attire when you're on a mission'.
'It is, if my mission is to show the world that I have a hotter bod than Stephanie Cox has.'
'The Man-Magnet' was a very short dress with an almost obscenely plunging neckline. Glamour Girl reasoned that her legs and ass were every bit as good as Stephanie's, and that she had the flat-chested little b*tch beaten hands down in the tit department.
'Glamour Girl, I really don't think…'.
'I warned today already about thinking too much. What do you suggest I wear, Paula? A frumpy old-maid's skirt like the one you're wearing?'.
Glamour Girl smiled as she saw Paula blush bright red at this public put-down. Paula's white skirt was almost calf-length. The outwardly demure, though very pretty Paula always covered herself up well, in contrast to her employer.
'Now fetch me the 'Man-Magnet' this instant, and the briefest pair of white silk panties I have. Think you can manage that, Miss Frump?'
Paula stormed off to do as she was bid, as Glamour Girl laughed happily. Her entourage felt obliged to laugh along too, all the while thinking, beneath their fixed smiles, 'God, what a complete b*tch!'.
When she emerged from her luxurious trailer, Glamour Girl was delighted to see that the 'Man Magnet' had an immediate effect. Her beautiful long legs were excitingly displayed ten inches above the knee, and the superb Glamour Girl breasts were only just restrained by the low-cut top. Posing happily once more, leaning forward to give the maximum view of her tits, she instantly put her undignified dunking in the mud to the back of her mind, reveling in all this attention once more.
She was also delighted to see that Stephanie had changed into a much less revealing outfit. After the younger Cox sister had finished laughing at Glamour Girl's predicament, she realised that she had to change out of her mud-spattered dress and ice-cream covered panties. Her dear sister had been happy to offer her a change of clothes - an old ball-gown that had been destined for a charity shop. It was a long, white, elegant creation that looked distinctly incongruous in the middle of the day.
'Now girls' said Amanda, 'PussyWhip and her bungling buddies tried to hide on top of the summer house for while. Power Princess soon chased them down, of course, but they may have had time to hide the necklace while they were up there'.
The summer-house was a huge wooden construction that was having repairs done to the roof.
'How are we supposed to get up there', asked Stephanie, noticing the absence of a ladder.
'Well, there was a ladder, but PussyWhip and her partners in crime hauled it on to the roof, to try and stop Power Princess getting to them. Of course, Power Princess just climbed up, elegantly and quickly, and threw them off the roof, on to their fat asses'.
Amanda was really enjoying embelishing the story of how she, Power Princess, had humiliated PussyWhip.
'But I've instructed one of the gardeners to attach a rope to his tractor, and throw it over the summer house roof. He'll haul you up'.
Amanda beamed happily as she saw her bratty younger sister's face drop. This was not going to be very dignified! Hauled up to the roof, clinging to a rope, in an evening dress! But Amanda had told her that there were plenty of little traps she could set for Glamour Girl on the roof, and that it was important that Stephanie get up there first. And Stephanie still felt that she had a score to settle with Glamour Girl, despite the enjoyable incident at the mud-pit.
'All right…I'll go first', she said, reluctantly. As Stephanie started to walk to the summer house, Glamour Girl was assessing the situation. There were actually two ropes hanging from the side of the roof, both with hooks at the end. One was presumably used by the workers to haul up materials. She suddenly had a brilliant, and typically catty idea.
As Stephanie passed, the long train of the evening gown trailing on the ground behind her, Glamour Girl stood on the material of the train. One moment, Stephanie was elegantly walking across the grass; the next, there was a loud rip, the dress tore cleanly at the waist, and the shrieking Stephanie was standing, humiliated and embarrassed, in a very full cut pair of pink, lacy panties that her sister had lent her. Her prissy sister always bought conservative underwear, and this further increased poor Stephanie's embarrassment. This was not doing her image as a daring, sexy, modern young female any good at all.
'Ooops…sorry', said Glamour Girl unconvincingly. 'Good of your grandma to lend you some panties though'.
Stephanie could only fume at this latest indignity, and walked on, looking even more ridiculous than before - her top half clad in the remnants of the elegant ball-gown, her bottom half reduced to the humiliating pink panties. Why did they have to be pink, and lacy, and cover so much of her stomach and thighs!
Glamour Girl handed her one of the ropes. Stephanie removed her shoes and held on tight.
'Ready?' she called to the gardener, who had started his tractor.
As Stephanie stood indignantly, plotting her revenge on that smirking b*tch, Glamour Girl walked behind her and put the second part of her plan into operation. Just as the tractor started to move forward, she picked up the real rope, and attached the hook to the waistband of the pink panties.
Stephanie was about to look round to see what her rival was up to when she felt a sudden tug on her behind and between her legs. The next thing she knew, she was air-borne. With a shriek, she began to rise into the air, hauled up by the seat of her panties. Instantly the material jammed into her butt cheeks and pussy lips, and the lovely, spoiled, bratty Stephanie was three feet in the air, hanging by her panties.
'Yeeeow! Help! No! Stop! Please! You b*tch! Oow!'.
This was soooo humiliating. She was in mid-air, kicking her legs furiously, yelling and swearing and groaning in agony at the horrendous wedgie she was enduring. She looked, and felt, totally ridiculous, swinging to and fro, still stupidly holding on to the other rope, with her panty waistband now half-way up her back, her whole weight supported by the chaffing panties between her legs.
'Get me down! Oooow!'
'Down!', shouted Glamour Girl as soon as she was satisfied that the outraged, helpless, panty-suspended Stephanie was directly over a large bush of green, fresh, spiky holly that went round the front and side of the summer house.
Stephanie initially felt relieved as she began her descent. But looking down, between her wildly kicking legs, she could she the holly bush pointing directly at her poor exposed, wedgied rump.
'Nooo! Stop! Noooo!', she yelled again, as the realisation that the rope that had lifted her by her panties was closer to the front of the house than the one Glamour Girl had handed her. The result was that she had swung as she was lifted, and the understanding that she would soon be seated on a large bush of holly dawned on her. Glamour Girl, of course, would have ignored her protests anyway, but in truth, the bratty Stephanie could hardly be heard above the uproarious laughter of the spectators. The sight of the obnoxious little show-off, swinging by her pink panties, her luscious butt-cheeks inches from a painful rendezvous with the holly bush was hilarious.
'Nooo! Up! Up! Yeeeeeooooowwwwww!'.
The upside for Stephanie was that at least her entire weight was no longer being supported by her panties. The downside was that this was entirely because the superbly rounded globes of her butt were pressing down hard on the holly. Every inch of her beautiful ass was being spiked by the jaggy, prickly bush.
'Oooow! Yeeow! My ass! Get me up! Ooooooh!'.
The fact that no-one was enjoying this more than Glamour Girl and her insufferable elder sister greatly heightened poor Stephanie's misery. Ever since she had gone up against Glamour Girl, she had suffered one dreadful indignity after another. And this was certainly the most painful - a holly cushion!
'Up! Up! Pleeease! My ass! Ooooooh!'
Glamour Girl eventually relented and signalled the gardener to drive forward again. Stephanie's relief at not having to sit on holly any more was immediately tempered by the indignity and the pain of having to endure the flying wedgie once again. Slowly, she inched up, her panties once again stuffed between her legs, her panty waistband once more pulled up over her back, her legs kicking helplessly in mid-air, half a dozen holly leaves stuck to her lovely derriere.
'Sorry', said Glamour Girl. 'I thought you liked to feel pricks on your ass!'
'You b*tch…I'll get you for this', shouted Stephanie, swinging impotently by her underwear once more, ascending slowly, and ridiculously toward the roof, her painful derriere throbbing from the holly jags.
'Good job they made panties so strong in your grandma's day', laughed Glamour Girl, hugely enjoying here revenge. What a totally humiliating ordeal she was putting the bratty Stepahnie through!
'Just you wait', she added, shaking her fist, aware that it was difficult to sound too threatening when you were suspended in the air in public by a pair of lacy, pink panties, having just been dunked into a pot of holly.
All she could do now was look forward to getting on to the roof and preparing some painful and humiliating booby-traps for the snickering, fat-assed bimbo below her.
((This gets better and better soon.))
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