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Just when the party was really starting to swing, anew entry brought the intricate social mechanics ofnetworking to a grinding halt. The host, Beverly Hillsmovie mogul Carl Merman, as well as all other menattending were drawn from their respective partners tothe new arrival like magnets. And it was clearlyvisible why they were so easily distracted - the womanwho had just come into the huge garden area of theMerman estate was, quite simply, a knockout.

Appearing to be 22 years old, six feet tall, a mane oflush blonde hair, slim and athletic, yet equipped with bombastic 38D breasts, swaying as she approached the party guests... and her clothing did little to hide her luxurious body ! A white silk blouse tied halter style, blue jeans so tight she couldn't fit a credit card in her pocket, and a pair of high heeled crystal clear lucite slides, further displaying her femininity and boosting the already breathtaking length of her legs to incredible proportions. They also displayed her long and narrow, size 12 feet with their 'French' pedicure and the silver toe rings on the second and third toe of each foot. The tall blonde immediately began prancing around the premises, chatting up to the men, flirting shamelessly... Nobody remembered who had invited her, but the men were too captivated by her looks to consider this. Of course, her behavior earned her the instant hatred of the wives, who could do little to draw their husbands attention back to themselves...

But their anger was a mere candle compared to theblaze of fury roaring inside the hostess of the party- Sylvia Merman, a forty eight year old formerbombshell who married the boss, a bleached blonde whostill retained a little of her tough street edge fromher hometown, Brooklyn. 5 feet 6 inches and thirtypounds overweight but still attractive in a 'hard'way, wearing a loud print blouse, loose fit jeans andwhite tennis shoes. She was certain that she hadn'tinvited this slutty display of overflowing female characteristics. Slowly approaching the young woman, she overheard the conversation that was held between her and a fiftyish producer.

"Why, yes, I'm a model and actress ! But I'm stilllooking for somebody to recognize my true talents..."- the woman bent down a little at this, allowing theproducer a generous view of her incredible cleavage,making him smile with lust-stricken debility - '...soI can finally hit the big screen, you know ?' Sylviagrimaced at this. Model ? Centerfold, most likely.Actress ? Well... softcore porn, judging from the twin monuments to corrective surgery sprouting from her body. Enough silicone to build a few mainframe computers for the NASA, the older woman thought to herself with disgust at the sluts cheap moves. She interrupted the conversation by clearing her throat.

"Excuse me, but I don't think we've met", she managedto say without too much aggression evident in hervoice. The young 'actress' regarded her with a tilt ofthe head. "I'm Daria Widner, and YOU are disturbingus!" she said, pointing to the man, who was stillstaring at the massive mounds in front of his eyes.

Sylvia frowned, "I don't think you're on the guestlist. This is a private party, and I would ask you toleave ... now!"

Daria laughed at this. "I guess you just can't standthe thought of competition, can you ?" She lookedaround contemptuously, eyeing the women surroundingthem, who were glaring back at her with cold hatred."No wonder ! I'm TWICE the woman that any of you oldhags are ! I wonder why your hubbies make do with youdried-out mummies when they could have any woman theywant ?".

The situation almost got ugly at this point, asseveral fuming women started in on the insultingbimbo, but Sylvia held them back with a cryptic smile."Would all the men please go into the house while usgirls settle our differences ?" The men, clearlydisappointed, tried to argue, but a few well-placedicy glares from their wives succeeded in ushering themout of the way and into the house. Sylvia looked atDaria once more, no more cryptic, but with evilintentions, "... and now, BITCH, we will have a littletalk!"

Daria strutted over close to the older woman and madea promising attempt of looming threateningly over her."You want to start something with me ? Okay, I'mgame.", Daria replied matter-of-factly. The otherwives looked at the two women, concerned. Did Sylviareally think she could best a woman half her age andsix inches taller ?

Their concerns were soon smashed, as was Daria, who, anticipating some face slapping or hair pulling, was caught squarely in the stomach by Sylvia's right hook. Staggering back, she managed to bring up her own hands in an attempt to defend herself, but Sylvia broke through her defenses again and again with ease, plowing into Daria like a berserk Diesel train. After catching a few more punches, Darias blouse gave way to the pressure of her huge, heaving breasts and popped open, only to be grabbed and torn off by a triumphant Sylvia. Daria was not wearing a bra, and her huge knockers bobbed madly in their newfound freedom, attracting hoots and disdainful cheers from the surrounding women. Sylvia threw another punch and hit one of Darias breasts head on.

"Watch out ! You're going to spray us all withsilicone !" whooped one of the onlooking wives withglee.

Daria tried to defend her jangling tits with one handwhile throwing weak, ineffective punches with herright, stumbling around clumsily on her heels, whileSylvia toyed with her mercilessly, coming up fromdifferent, unexpected angles, moving fast and precisein her tennis shoes, and all the while mocking herbumbling blonde opponent. "What's the matter ...can't defend yourself for a pennies worth, can you?How do you even stay upright with those two inflatedmonsters wobbling around ? C'mon, you gotta at leasttry " And with this, she drove Daria back with aflurry of punches and hooks, finally readying her coupde grace.

"Now, Bimbo, I'm going to knock you out !" - and shecaught the young woman squarely in the jaw with amighty uppercut, lifting her a few inches and thenknocking her back by almost a whole yard. Daria landedon her butt, legs splayed apart in front of her,making a profoundly stupid face while she listened tothe angels sing. One of the wives pointed and laughed."Look, Sylvia, you knocked the slut clean out of hershoes!" And true enough, Daria's lucite slides werestill standing at the losers last position, though onehad fallen over from the momentum. Daria still sat onthe ground, dazed, flexing her huge, bare feet.

Sylvia grinned, suddenly thinking of an even betterway to utterly humiliate the knocked out knockout."Let's have a few laughs !" she exclaimed ... andexplained to her friends what she wanted to do. Soon,Daria found herself tied to a lawn chair, hands boundtightly behind her back, strapped securely into thefurniture by lengths of strong rope from a nearbyshed.

A second chair was put in front of her, her ankleswere tied together and put through the slats of it.Her big toes were tied together and to the top slatwith twine, leading back to her ankles, and pullingher large, naked soles taut as drums. As she slowlyregained her senses, she saw what her currentsituation was, and reeled, fearful anticipation slowlygripping her ... but that was nothing to the blindpanic that overcame her when she saw Sylvia standingin front of her trapped feet, grinning with maliciousintent, slowly twirling in her fingers ...

"A f-f-feather? Oh ... Oh dear ... y-you've got af-f-feather! Er, listen, ladies, I-I've learned mylesson here and ... well, I'd just like to apologizeand ... and leave, ok? You see, the thing is ... well,this is a little embarrassing but, well, my feet...well, they're rather (ulp) sensitive, you see. Thefact is, well, they're ... they're ticklish - my feetare highly ticklish! It's just the silliest thing, Iknow, but I hope you can understand why y-y-you can't,uhm ... you really ... oh dear, please ... youwouldn't (ulp) TICKLE MY BARE FEET?!!"

The women all grinned at Daria's pleas, forebodingunpleasant events the near future had in store for thehelpless gatecrasher. Sylvia squatted in front of the immobilized soles of her captive, still playing with the stiff goose feather menacingly. "But dear, tickling your feet is EXACTLY what I have in mind. As a matter of fact, I think I'll tickle them until you're a babbling, hysterical heap, and then I intend to further reduce you to a begging, sweat soaked mess, darling. And THEN I'm going to think of other ways to make you regret you've ever been born... or that I'd never been born, but I doubt you're smart enough to tell the difference, are you? And I'm going to make sure that you won;t be flaunting your pre-fabricated body in front of another woman's husband ever again!".

Daria swallowed, hard and tried to sound forceful,"Hey listen, you can't do this, okay ? I... I mean,it's... c-c-cruel, I really can't AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAHA HA HA HA ...!!!" The feather had made its initialcontact with the big, soft sole of Daria's left footand began tracing a torturous path upwards from theheel towards the helplessly writhing toes in a steadyline, sending impulses of pure agony through the boundblonde's body. Daria threw her head back and screamedwith forced mirth, sucking in deep, desperate breathsto let out great guffaws of helpless hilarity, causingher big boobs to bob up and down in regular rhythms.Sylvia and the other women fell in with evil cackles,cruelly taunting the struggling, wriggling blonde toadd to her deep humiliation at the strokes of a merefeather on her tormented soles.

"Look at that, Bimbo's TICKLISH!!!".

"Can you believe that such a big woman is reduced to awobbling heap of laughter just by tickling?".

"My, oh my, how BIG those feet are ! I bet you've gottrouble finding shoes, bitch!".

"Yeah, and you can't even have them custom made,because your feet are WAY too sensitive to endure thetaking of your foot's measurements, right ?".

Daria only laughed, redoubling her efforts to escapeher tight bonds when Sylvia began to trace the minutewrinkles of her soles with the feather's tickling tip,and to insert her instrument of tickle torture betweenthe toes of the twitching feet, sawing it back andforth cruelly. The women came closer, wanting a betterview of the action. Two leaned close to Darias ears,taunting her cruelly - Daria was beyond franticalready, but Sylvia had much more in store for her.

"Now then, 'Blondie', let's make sure you don't tryyour cheap moves on anyone else's husband, shall we,you big tramp?" From a black satchel, Sylvia produceda pair of scissors - which she clacked open and closed menacingly with a devilish smile.

"Oh no!" Daria gasped, "Y-You wouldn't cut my hair,would you?".

"Oh dear me, no ... I would never do that!" Sylviamockingly reassured the bound bimbo, adding, "... butTHEY might!" as she gestured toward the pack ofdisgruntled wives and began cheerfully passing outscissors! A helpless Daria was being swarmed byvindictive older women; her head tugged this way andthat as scissors chewed her lush blonde mane. Soon,the once glamorous gate crasher looked like a halfplucked chicken; her gorgeous hair reduced to anuneven mess. No where was it longer than an inch ortwo; in some places it had been cropped nearly to thescalp. A mirror was produced and the blone prisonermade to look at her mangled mop. Daria alternatelysobbed and shrieked!

"Booo hoo hoo ... l-look what you've done to me (sob)... I (whimper) ... I look HIDEOUS! You had no right,you .. you fucking jealous bitches! I'm .. I'm ...(sob) I'm ruined!!!"

"Not yet you aren't, you cheap slut!" replied Sylvia,"We're not nearly done with you! Blanche ... clippers please!". Sylvia Merman extended her hand and one of the other women cheeully handed her a set of cordless clippers. "Now then ...", Sylvia studied Daria's ravaged hair with mock thoughtfulness, "Let's see if we can even up this bleached blonde mop ...". With that, Sylvia clicked on the clippers and pressed them against Daria's forehead ... and methodically mowed her way back to the nape of Daria's neck, leaving a trail of stubble. "Now ... let's ... just ... get rid of ... all ... this ... mess ...", Sylvia spoke in clipped tones as she clipped the blubbering blonde's head.

Shortly, Daria's once thick pelt was reduced tobristly stubble. "Rub it, girls!" Sylvia invited herguests as she palmed Daria's ravaged scalp, "It feelsgreat!". Daria endured the terrible indignity ofhaving a group of older women, giddy as schoolgirls,rub her devestated head.

"Hot towel ... comin' out!", announce one matroncheerfully as she emerged from the mansion holding asteaming cloth on the end of a stick. Gingerly, thewomen wrapped the blazing hot towel around theirvictim's bristly head. Daria, who'd begun to take ona sense of submissive resignation, screeched inprotest!

"You fucking bitches!" she shrieked, "It burns! Whayare you doing this? Haven't you doen enough to me? It fucking burns!!!"

"It's to soften your scalp, silly!" teased Sylvia,steam rising from the bimbo's scalded head as theolder woman removed the towel, "It'll help make sureyou get a really clean close shave! Now then ...let's lather you up, shall we, dear?". With that,Sylvia cupped her hand and, with a hissing whoosh, aplump white blob of shaving cream grew in her palm ...which Sylvia proceeded to slather over Daria'sstubble.Sylvia then cheerfully produced a straight razor andbegan stropping it on a leather strap, honing it toexquisite sharpness.

"Now hold perfectly still, Bimbo ..." Sylviacautioned, " .. or you'll get cut right down to yourempty skull!". With that, Sylvia drew the razor backacross Daria's scalp, using long light strokes,delicately shaving away both the lather and theremaining stubble. In short order, Daria's empty headwas totally denuded of hair. A chortling Sylvia thensmoothed baby oil onto the tender newly revealed skinof Daria's scalp and polished her bald pate to a highgloss shine! The other wives were merciless in theirtaunting!

"Not so sexy now, are you 'Baldie'?"

"Hah ... she's as bald as a CUE BALL!"

"Looks like you've got THREE oversized melons now, eh'Chrome Dome' (gesturing toward Daria's pendulousbreasts and hairless head)".

When dusk finally came after many long, torture-filledhours, the women untied their victim, not without moretaunts about her disheveled exterior - 'Not looking sosmug anymore, huh, Bimbo ? All sweaty, too... andyou're BALD! What a mess you made of yourself ! Justlook at you, bigfoot !' - and a few more tickles onthe sobbing woman's huge, quivering soles. They alsoshot several rolls of film of the bald bimbo. Atlast, Daria stood there, hairless head hanging,thoroughly chastened and utterly humiliated, topless,barefoot and BALD, her breasts jangling with eachsobbing breath she took, one foot always covering theother one in futile and far too late attempts toprotect them from the tickling.

Sylvia faced her with a pleased but stern smile on herface. 'Are you quite ready to leave now ?' Dariawhimpered, '...yes... I'm going to leave now... can Iplease have my clothes back ?' Sylvia only laughed.'I'm going to keep your blouse and shoes as souvenirs,as well as your purse. Look at it as compensation formy ruined dinner party, you cheap gate crashing slut.'The hostess quickly produced two dollar bills. 'Youcan have this for your bus ticket home, though,' sheadded magnanimously.

Daria looked up at this with a tear streaked face andwhimpered 'But I can't take a bus like this ...topless ... barefoot ... b-b-bald!'

'You got thirty seconds to remove yourself from myproperty. Understood ?'

But the tall bald bimbo had already taken off, tearingacross the lawn to the road as if all the demons ofhell were on her trail, finally reaching the streetand running off, her big bare feet slapping thepavement, her huge breasts swinging wildly from sideto side, bald head gleaming brightly ... while a hordeof laughing and mocking wives was chasing her.

She finally managed to flag down a car, and withoutlooking inside, jumped through the open passengerdoor, thankful for the escape. The car took off. Dariabegan to stammer 'Thank you ! Oh, thank you ! Yourescued me from...' when she suddenly saw who hadstopped for her - In the drivers seat sat a youngwoman with a strangely square jaw and close croppedblack hair, wearing a lumberjacks shirt and leatherpants, sunglasses and an earring with a large, doublebladed axe. The woman was looking at her hungrily likea dog eyeing a steak, and as she pushed the button forthe emergency door locks, the car vanished across abend, a half naked female shape pounding the windowfrom inside, screaming noiselessly...

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