Power Princess Plots Her Revenge - Part 6 by Shaw
PART 33
‘Don’t you dare!’, she shouted, impotently. ‘I’m warning you…’.
‘Or you’ll what?’ jeered Stephanie, continuing to pull the rope up very slowly to prolong Glamour Girl’s agony. Glamour Girl saw the hook pulling at her panty-elastic, and felt her expensive lingerie begin to move over her stomach and butt.
‘Do something!’ demanded the helpless Glamour Girl to Pauala. ‘The b*tch is taking off my panties!’.
But Paula could not reach that far up. (Well, she could have done if she’d really tried, but she was delighted to see her b*tchy employer’s sexy white panties begin their ascent).
‘No! I’m ordering you…don’t you dare remove my panties!’.
Needless to say, Glamour Girl’s pronouncements fell on deaf ears, and she could only gaze in complete mortification as her gorgeous pussy was slowly and embarrassingly revealed. The watching women may have been snickering, but the men were entranced by the superb view being offered of the snooty Superheroine’s sn*tch.
Glamour Girl groaned in mortification once more, as her panties were now pulled across her thighs, over her knees, and finally all the way to her ankles, where they fluttered mockingly at her. The gloating Stephanie managed to snag the waistband of the panties against a convenient nail on the wall of the summerhouse before shaking the hook loose and hoisting it back to the roof.
‘Godammit Paula, do something!’.
‘We’ll start by getting rid of this’, said Paula, unfastening the long skirt that Glamour Girl had removed from her.
‘What good is that doing?’
The real answer was that it allowed Paula to cover herself up, but she muttered something about the skirt getting in the way.
Now Glamour Girl was wearing only ‘The Man Magnet’, and Glamour Girl’s up-turned, round, firm breasts were almost dropping out of the brief top. This was so humiliating for the snooty Glamour Girl – she was effectively doing a pantyless handstand in public!
‘I think we have to get you back to the top of the roof’, suggested Paula. ‘Up!’.
The tractor driver began to inch forward slowly and Glamour Girl felt herself being pulled upside down toward the summer-house roof. Since her panties were snagged on a nail, the beet-red superheroine was now being pulled back into her pretty, brief white lingerie.
‘Stop!’, she yelled, when the panties were back in place. The last thing she wanted was to have her panties wedged into her pussy, then torn off altogether.
‘Stop!’, shouted Paula to the driver.
Glamour Girl’s ankles were now virtually on the roof. She looked up to see the smirking Stephanie grinning over the side. But at least Glamour Girl was no longer flashing her delectable pussy to the whole world.
‘Just you wait till I get my hands on you, you b*tch!’, she seethed. ‘You’ll be black and blue by the time I’ve finished with you!’.
‘I think you may have that the wrong way round, Supersl*t’, replied Stephanie mockingly.
Glamour Girl, who was frantically trying to unsnag her panties so that she could get back on to the roof froze as the bratty Stephanie put two opened paint tins on the ledge of the roof, just above Glamour Girl’s bound ankles.
‘Ooops’, she said, as she knocked the tin of blue paint on it’s side. A steady trickle of the thick paint poured on to Glamour Girl’s ankles.
‘b*tch!’, she yelled, as she felt the paint coat her legs, then slowly creep between her knees, and thighs. She gasped as the thick cold paint then plastered the crotch of her silk panties, then crept across her stomach, under ‘The Man Magnet’, then painting her magnificent tits a bright shade of blue.
Glamour Girl forgot about unsnagging her panties for the moment and took hold of one of the wooden supports, managing to ease her upper torso up a little. She didn’t want this awful paint trickling further on to her hair and face.
She looked up, preparing to vent her spleen on this uppity little b*tch, but was just in time to see Stephanie empty the entire contents of the black paint over the side of the roof. A huge torrent of thick black paint cascaded over Glamour Girl’s pretty, impeccably made-up face, and all over her beautiful, long hair.
‘You b*tch!’, she spluttered though the gallon of paint.
((More to come...and yes, much, much more creative ENF is coming in these stories))
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