A few days after Paula Zahn and Kyra Phillips humiliated Willow Bay and Daryn Kagan in front of their colleagues at Judy Woodruff's party, Paula and Kyra got together for lunch. Naturally, the subject of their enemies came up and Kyra told Paula that everyone at CNN, right down to the maids and janitors, had heard about what had happened. Willow, the wannabe dominatrix was now known far and wide as, "Madame B" while Daryn, whom Kyra had kicked the snot out of, also had a new name, "D-funkt."
Paula had a good laugh, and said, "Well, I guess those two will lay low for a while."
"Don't be so sure," Kyra replied." They're as arrogant as they are stupid. I'm sure Daryn has already convinced herself she could have handled me if I hadn't caught her totally by surprise. And as for Bay, well, that nasty bitch is the kind who never learns. You haven't seen the last of her. Next time, she'll be out for blood. Never, ever, turn your back on her. She's a rattlesnake in high heels."
When Paula originally interviewed with CNN, she'd insisted a part of the deal be that she was free to produce the occasional prime-time interview show with guests of her own choosing from all walks of life. CNN gladly agreed to this. Paula hyped that her first show could be an hour, one on one, with the acclaimed cellist Yo-Yo Ma.
Paula had played the cello since she was a small girl, indeed her skill had earned her a full college scholarship. She'd performed several times in concert and, despite the demands of a career, still had the discipline to devote hours a week to practice. She anticipated a light-hearted discussion with Yo-Yo and, if he were gracious, an opportunity to play with him on national TV, live from her living room. The final details were still being worked out, but for Paula it was the fulfillment of her fondest dream.
Although Paula had been quiet about the arrangements, word soon reached Daryn and Willow and they were highly pissed.
Daryn, the top interviewer on CNN's 'People in the News' figured every celebrity interview was HERS and hers alone. Willow, who could already see her days were numbered at CNN, was working behind the scenes with her husband who was President of ABC News. One of her jobs was to get an exclusive interview with Yo-Yo for a Barbara Walters Special. Different goals, for sure, but a common enemy and the thought of evening accounts with kewpie doll Paula filled both women's wicked hearts with passion.
A few weeks passed and Paula was making final preparations to film the interview in her apartment. Daryn was making plans, too; she had made a few shady connections in her life and a 'friend of a friend of a friend' knew the best lockpicker and security system nullifier in the business. $5,000 changed hands as Daryn gave the man Paula's address and the best time to enter.
The morning of 'interview day' Paula was on the air as usual doing her CNN morning show. She rushed home at ten to make final arrangements for the evening's filming, including $10,000 worth of live flowers she had received the night before. On her way home, Paula got a page message telling her the limo driver she'd assigned to pick up Yo-Yo Ma at La Guardia had food poisoning. Paula, thinking fast, called Kyra, her best friend, and asked if she'd mind picking up the talent. Kyra was a weekend anchor with plenty of free time, so spending an hour or more with Yo-Yo sounded more like an opportunity than imposition.
Paula parked her car in her building's garage and elevatored up to her penthouse. She tossed her keys on the table, put down her purse, slipped out of her coat and carefully locked the door behind her. It wasn't until she turned around that she saw Daryn and Willow smugly sitting side-by-side on her sofa.
"We just dropped by to wish you good luck tonight," Daryn purred cattily as she stood up.
"You've got to be so thrilled and excited!" Willow said in a voice so cold icicles could have formed on each syllable.
Daryn lifted a vase of yellow irises from a table near the sofa, then slowly turned it upside down, spilling flowers and pouring water on Paula's expensive Persian rug.
"We knew you'd need help decorating the place," Daryn sneered as she tossed the vase on the floor.
The valuable antique vase shattered on the Italian marble as Paula's face went white in a combination of terror and rage. The intruders began thoroughly trashing Paula's apartment until, within minutes, it was a nightmare of broken glass and ceramics, flowers strewn everywhere, cushions and pillows ripped apart, pots and pans thrown to the four corners. Paula did her best to stop it, but two against one was impossible odds. While she was wrestling with Daryn for some family heirloom or art treasure, Willow was ripping something else to shreds and vice versa.
Then came the moment of real horror. Daryn came to Paula's prize cello. Willow grabbed a poker from the fireplace and as Daryn tilted the instrument into position, she cracked it open like a melon with one vicious blow. The marauders high-fived and danced with joy at their triumph as Paula tearfully sought refuge in the bedroom. After reducing her priceless cello to kindling, they removed the strings.
One violent kick to the bedroom door by Daryn was all they needed to breach the barrier between them and Paula. Having ruined all of Paula's material possessions, the two women took turns holding Paula while the other assaulted her with a series of kicks, slaps and punches. Paula fought back valiantly, but she was no match for wild-eyed assailants. What little resistance she did put up only seemed to make them even more sadistic in their abuse.
Finally, convinced they'd sent a clear enough message, Willow and Daryn delighted in tying Paula using the strings from her own cello. As they left the destroyed apartment, Daryn stopped to leave a voice mail at Yo-Yo's office, suggesting he get together with her soon to discuss an exclusive interview. Willow was barely able to contain her giggling as Daryn dictated the message in a dry, professional voice.
As they drove away, Willow went back to being Ms. Professional, using her car phone to re-confirm her flight and hotel plans for later that night. She was off to Phoenix to interview a high-tech CEO from Arizona at the Wigwam Spa and Resort and, running her fingers lightly up Daryn's nylon encased leg, she invited her along.
"Why don't you come with me," Willow sighed breathily. "We can celebrate our victory and, who knows, maybe make some plans to deal with that bitch Kyra next."
Daryn's legs spread a little wider as Willow's hand move upward. Daryn easily came up with a clever excuse to skip her anchor desk duties for a few days, calling her news director with a tale about an informed source who had told her Senator John McCain had been seen at the Wigwam with a Playboy playmate and she wanted to follow the lead. Her boss was intrigued, to say the least, and quite willing to grant Daryn leave to pursue such a hot story.
"What an idiot," laughed Willow as Daryn snapped her cell phone shut. "Men are definitely the weaker sex."
As Willow and Daryn sped toward the airport, they passed the limo with Kyra and Yo-Yo on it's way to Paula's where the interview was to begin in three hours. Daryn realized she didn't have anything for a spur of the moment trip and asked Willow if there was time to shop in the morning. Willow chuckled and said she'd buy Daryn a particularly hot bikini as a reward for her actions at Paula's. "You won't be wearing very much if I have my way with you, dearie," Willow giggled and Daryn quickly agreed.
Kyra and Yo-Yo had become great friends by the time they reached Paula's. They had similar senses of humor, liked the same food, the same books and the same movies. As they rode the elevator up to Paula's they were laughing hysterically. When they turned the corner to knock on the door, they found it ajar. As soon as Kyra surveyed the wreckage, she knew what had happened.
"Dammit, I warned her about those bitches!"
Yo-Yo stood motionless and totally confused while Kyra raced into the bedroom and found Paula, naked, still helplessly bound and hysterical, hogtied by her own cello strings.
"Look what they did," Paula blubbered, her sobs muffling her words.
Yo-Yo surveyed the wreckage of the once beautiful cello. His heart sank for he understood Paula's pain in a way few others could.
"What kind of monster would do this?" he asked Kyra as he tried to avoid, but failed, ogling Paula's still firm nude body.
"Oh, I know exactly who did this," Kyra snarled. Paula and I will track them down and pay them back. I'm personally embarrassed for CNN that you had to come all this way and see this. I'll get you a ride back to the airport. We're about to go to war and I don't want you caught in the middle. It WILL get ugly, and besides, it's not your battle."
"That's where you are wrong," the world-famous cellist corrected. "Anyone who'd destroy a priceless cello and bind the cellist in her own strings is my enemy too. I remember you told me about your Top Gun and SWAT team training. The one thing I'm sure of, is that I'd follow YOU into any battle without hesitation. My time is your time. I'm ready to help track down those rats. Just tell me what to do, General Kyra."
The conviction in his voice reassured the two distraught women as he added, "And Paula, I know what that instrument meant to you. If you will allow me, I'd like to replace it as a personal gift. I'll see you get one of the finest cellos ever made."
Paula's tears of anger turned to tears of gratitude and even Kyra got a little misty-eyed. But soon enough Kyra and Paula's thoughts returned to the problem at hand as they focused on a plan to get revenge that they'd all be proud of.
Kyra and Yo-Yo finally left the room to give Paula a little privacy so she could put on some clothes. When she came out of her bedroom, Paula took a look around her trashed home and broke down crying.
But Kyra urged her to get moving and soon the three of them were in the car. Kyra began doing what reporters do, telling her secretary to check with Willow's secretary, because she knew Willow was going somewhere to film her stupid "Business Unusual" segment.
The answer quickly came back, "She's at the Wigwam in Phoenix."
"And Daryn?"
"She's also on her way to Arizona to follow a hot news lead."
Kyra rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. If there's something hot Daryn's delving into, we all know it's not news!"
"We're on the next plane to Phoenix, people,"' Kyra said in a commanding voice.
"This is too cool," sighed Yo-Yo, slowly but surely beginning to understand what was happening. "The owner of the Wigwam is a big contributor to the Phoenix Symphony. I've met him several times. I once played a benefit there. Let me call him, we'll get all the co-operation we need."
Kyra and Paula hugged. Yo-Yo was unbelievable! When they approached the airport, Yo-Yo was in contact with his office. They told him a Ms. Kagan from CNN News had called to discuss setting up an interview.
When he told them, Kyra sneered and purred, "Oh, D-funkt, you are so dead meat."
As their car came to a halt, Paula knew the next day was not only going to be fun, it was going to be MEMORABLE! The flight left NYC at 11PM so that meant the 'bad girls' had a five hour head start on them.
"When we get there, all we should do is go to sleep and rest up," Kyra suggested. "And I mean, sleep well. Those tramps are in for a LONG day tomorrow."
Early the following morning, as he undressed for bed in the best suite at the Wigwam, Yo-Yo Ma's penis was as hard as gunmetal. Next door, Kyra and Paula were already asleep in the twin beds Kyra had insisted they have just to ensure she got a good night's sleep without any interruptions. Paula, on the other hand, tossed and turned restlessly as she wondered what Willow and Daryn were up to.
In a suite in the opposite end of the Wigwam, Willow and Daryn had just finished a special night of celebration. A great meal, expensive wine followed by a relaxing steam bath and an hour long massage from two of the Wigwam's gorgeous Oriental masseuses.
When it came time to turn in, Willow gently touched the back of Daryn's hand and whispered, "You know, I really don't want to be alone tonight. My masseuse was straight and I'm afraid with all the excitement this afternoon we didn't have time for me to let Paula have a taste of the good life. If you know what I mean...."
Daryn's smile showed that she too wished they'd taken an hour to truly enjoy Paula Zahn the way they should have. Who knows, after experiencing both Willow and Daryn, perhaps goody-two shoes Paula might 'come over to the dark side.' Stranger things have happened on this web site - and in real life!
Willow's bisexuality was a very poorly kept secret and Daryn's eager acceptance of her invitation signaled that she too was willing if not eager to go both ways. A night of bliss followed and as the morning sun found them entwined in each others arms among rumpled bed covers sprawled on damp sheets, Willow Bay and Daryn Kagan considered themselves the mistresses of everything around them. Sweet wake-up kisses were followed by a room service breakfast on their terrace.
While Daryn paraded the pool in the new shocking pink bikini Willow had bought for her, her partner in crime Willow showered and slipped into a luxurious Wigwam robe before sinking into a comfortable chair and catching up on the biography of the man she'd be interviewing.
Little did either woman know, or even suspect, that Kyra, Yo-Yo and the resort manager were already meeting to plan their downfall. Paula watched from the balcony of her room as Daryn pranced around at the pool apron. It took all her willpower not to run down and beat the snotty redhead to within an inch of her life but Kyra insisted on discipline - wait until the trap is set, she'd counseled. Besides, as Paula thought back over all of the horrors she'd endured the previous day, it was Willow's mocking laugh, and the touch of her fingers on her naked body when she stripped her, that she remembered.
Just as Daryn positioned herself on a chaise to get some sun and relax, a cabana boy approached her and said, "Ma'am, the resort would like to offer you a private session in our exercise and training room. Compliments of the management. Please come at 11AM and bring this card. We'll be happy to give you the run of the entire facility and provide a free personal trainer. Just let us know if you prefer a male or female."
Daryn didn't hesitate, "Female. Definitely a female."
She was impressed by how easily the CNN name opened doors and she eagerly looked forward to 11AM. Her ego was swelled nearly to the point of exploding.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the suite Daryn shared with Willow, the phone rang and a voice said, "Ms. Bay. We're so grateful you've chosen to film your program at our resort. With your permission, we'd like to offer to send a wardrobe consultant to your room with several outfits that we feel sure will suit you perfectly. At no cost to you, naturally. Shall I send her up around 11AM?"
Willow agreed and sighed happily as she again got comfortable and began reading while awaiting the chime of the doorbell.
Kyra, the fitness trainer, and Paula, the wardrobe consultant, prepared for their missions as 11AM approached. Kyra reached pulled a thin round piece of wood about 6 inches long with a brass tip from her purse. It was the same stand on which Paula's cello had stood.
"This was the only part of your cello those bitches didn't break. I picked up before we left the apartment. When you get Willow alone, you know where to stick it".
"Yes!" grinned Paula even as tears of anger welled in her eyes.
Kyra reached out gently and caressed Paula's cheek in encouragement before they went their separate ways to confront the villainesses.
A uniformed staff member met Daryn at the door to the training facility at 11AM. "Ms. Kagan, welcome. The facility is all yours. You'll have your own private training instructor with full access to the entire facility. It's a privilege extended to only our most special guests. Traditionally, guests enhance the enjoyment of their stay by spending an hour in the nude. Please don't worry, our training staff is VERY discreet. I'm told the exhilaration of being naked, alone and completely in charge is unforgettable."
Daryn was convinced and she quickly shed her new bikini. Wasting no time in finding a full length mirror, she for a few seconds, proud and satisfied with the body she saw reflected. As she continued to admire herself, a familiar face figure approached from behind. As the image of Kyra Phillips naked, buff and smiling became clear in the mirror, a stunned but angry Daryn leapt into action.
"Welcome to your worst nightmare, Hon," hissed Kyra in a low, steady voice.
"Not this time, sweetheart," said Daryn as she dove full force into Kyra, her fists and feet flying.
For a full three minutes, Daryn used every move and technique she knew to attack Kyra but she had an answer for every trick. Kyra adopted a completely defensive posture and simply deflected and thwarted every attacking move Daryn tried. As time passed, Daryn became tired, desperate and less disciplined as frustration and fear overcame her.
"D-funkt!" Kyra taunted. "If that's all you got, let's quit wasting each other's time."
Kyra enunciated every word dripping with contempt. Then, she decided, now it's my turn. Her powerful fist exploded in Daryn's abs and the slaughter officially began. The acoustics in the facility amplified the sound of each punch and kick as it inevitably found its target on Daryn's aching body. It was almost as if she was melting under the onslaught. Kyra imagined the hateful pleasure that Daryn and Willow must have felt when they destroyed Paula's most precious possession and the image drove her fists as they absolutely pancaked Daryn's firm breasts.
Finally, Daryn slumped to the floor, absolutely beaten and spent. Kyra lifted her high on one shoulder, carried her across the room and dumped her limp body roughly on a rubdown bench. She lay Daryn face down and as she stood over her to admire her handiwork, Kyra noticed for the first time that Daryn had a tattoo-a two inch tall letter "D" in a decidedly feminine script on her left butt cheek.
Kyra found a nice, damp towel nearby and, remembering how much fun popping other girls butts with rolled up towels had been in high school gym class, she rolled up the towel, took aim and SNAP! The tip of the towel found its target, right inside the D. Kyra smiled as she aimed again and SNAP! Bullseye!
Daryn groaned, but no longer had the energy, nor the will to resist or even to move. Soon, Kyra had Daryn's tattoo surrounded with with the rich red color of traumatized flesh.. The towel popping soon got boring simply because Daryn was too out of it to react, so Kyra rolled Daryn over onto her back, jerked her up by the hair, and landed a tooth loosening right cross that put Daryn completely to sleep.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Yo-Yo Ma was fulfilling his part of the plan. He contacted the man Willow was supposed to interview and informed him, "Ms. Bay has taken ill suddenly and she will be unable to meet with you." Then he contacted Steve Case, the Chairman of the Board of AOL/Time Warner, who owns CNN. Case had enjoyed and admired Ma for some time and had even made an informal effort to recruit him for the Board of Directors.
Yo-Yo Ma explained his scheduled interview with Paula Zahn had been postponed in New York, but that by chance, he was now able to meet her in Phoenix. Case wasn't interested in details, he eagerly agreed to Ma's proposal to re-shoot the interview at the Wigwam using the staff and crew from Willow's canceled interview. Case called the crew chief and told him to do whatever Mr. Ma and Ms. Zahn wanted. Lastly, Yo-Yo called his friends at the Phoenix Symphony and within one hour, two magnificent cellos were delivered to the Wigwam.
At 11AM sharp, Willow Bay opened her room door to a rack of new clothes ready to be rolled in for her perusal. Standing behind the rack stood a blond whose face was hidden by the clothes. As the woman turned to lock the door behind her, Willow was already examining the clothes, ignoring the wardrobe consultant as she would any other 'little person.' A second later, she made eye contact for the first time and her face dropped.
Paula Zahn's face glowed with the righteous Wrath of God.
Willow backed away suddenly but tripped on the sash of her bathrobe. Paula reached down and ripped away the robe to reveal that Willow was wearing only black bikini panties. Paula grabbed Willow's panties with both hands and jerked the struggling woman a foot in the air. The sheer fabric stretched as it worked its way deep into Willow's butt - a world-class wedgie.
Willow howled in pain until Paula dropped her rudely on her feet, spun and tagged her with a spectacular round house left. She crashed awkwardly into the clothing rack, sending it across the room. Before Willow could get up, Paula drove a knee into her forehead, knocking Willow backward onto the bed.
Paula grabbed both ankles, pulled Willow's legs forward and then bent them back over her head in a matchbook pin with her ankles at her ears! Paula smacked Willow's raised ass with her nearby Palm Pilot as the wicked anchor shouted in protest. Paula released her hold on her legs and as Willow's feet flopped back to bed, Paula targeted Willow's face with a series of powerful, stinging punches.
Tears of rage welled up in her eyes as Paula worked her enemy over like a woman possessed, and in fact she was. Willow's classic alabaster skin sprouted ugly red splotches as Paula's stinging fists found their mark all over her exposed body. She offered only minimal resistance when Paula pulled her panties off, leaving Willow totally naked. Paula stopped for a moment to pick up her purse and take out four cello strings.
"Remember these, shithead?" she yelled holding them up.
Paula proceeded to tie Willow's ankles and wrists firmly to the bedposts with the strong strings. Once her rival was helpless and restrained, Paula sat down on the edge of the bed to have a little chat with Willow. She narrowed her eyes as she gazed unrelentingly at the no-longer-so-smug face of the woman who had thoroughly mistreated her the day before.
"That cello," she began. "Was a gift from my Grandmother. When she was dying of cancer and had only a few weeks to live, she sold all of her jewelry, furniture, everything that had been precious to her on this Earth, and bought me the finest cello she could afford. I played it for her every day until she died. Now, thanks to you and your evil buddy, this is all I have left..."
She took out the cello stand that Kyra had just given her and held it up before Willow's wide eyes.
"Now, you will begin to understand how much you hurt me. This is a lesson I hope you never… FOR….GET!"
As she spoke that last two syllables, Paula snapped the stand across Willow's pussy, tipped it up and shoved it DEEP inside the stunned Willow Bay. The sensation of the cold brass tip plunging deep inside her took Willow's breath away.
With a cruel grin, Paula worked the shaft deep and hard, sawing it rhythmically back and forth over Willow's clit with all the skill her years of musical training had instilled in Paula. She played Willow's hard little clit until the blond anchor's body was gyrating with a combination of ecstasy and agony.
Paula brought Willow to climaxes three times in the twenty minutes she played; the stick never stopped churning away inside of Willow until she was about to pass out. Whenever Paula saw Willow's interest flagging, she grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face until she revived. After Willow's third orgasm, Paula slapped her again, only harder. The final slap put an end to all resistance. Willow was destroyed; indeed, she was barely conscious.
Paula's revenge was nearly complete but there was still a show to do and Yo-Yo Ma was waiting for her.
Paula and Kyra each wrapped up their naked victim in a bathrobe before they roughly escorted them to the room where the "Business Unusual" interviews were supposed to have taken place. As the completely trashed Willow was led in , the crew - most of whom universally despised Willow, hooted and began to chant, "Paula...Paula...Paula!"
Then Yo-Yo Ma took over. Looking Willow in the eye, he said, "Well, Madame B," Again, there were hoots and laughter all around. "It looks like you and Paula have come to an understanding. I am sure you were entirely too haughty to apologize, but no matter. You'll have a private meeting on Monday in Steve Case's office to discuss the consequences of your little rampage. You may want to consider asking an attorney to join you. But, meanwhile, I've asked the management here to send their bill for all room charges , meals and incidentals for my two friends here and I to the network marked for your attention. They will, of course, expect to receive immediate payment in full."
Then turning to a beaming Paula Zahn, he bowed and said, "Shall we begin?"
He took a seat behind one of the two cellos he had arranged for as Paula began the last humiliation she had planned.
"Drop the robes, gals," she snapped at Daryn and Willow. "We're going to dedicate a sonata to each of these terrific ladies, Mr. Ma. I think in honor of their perky little titties. What do you think?"
"Great idea," said Yo-Yo. "What key?" he asked as Paula slowly circled the two villainesses.
"The first in 'D'…. minor," she said looking down at Daryn's tattooed ass contemptuously. Then, stopping in front of Willow, Paula reached up and pinched her nipples until Willow's knees buckled in pain. Paula said coldly, "For this one, a finale… B flat."
Kyra and the CNN staff burst into applause and laughter as Willow and Daryn's already blushing bodies flushed even deeper from head to toe. As Paula took her seat at her cello while Kyra strictly supervised the humiliated duo, who were forced to watch in anguished silence while Paula and Yo-Yo made TV magic with beautiful music and stimulating conversation.
It was several hours later when Paula and Daryn tiptoed down the deserted hallway and slipped back into the room they shared. They fell into bed in each others arms and broke into sobs, eventually crying themselves to sleep. It wasn't until mid-morning, after breakfast in bed, that they finally summoned up the courage to look at their bruised and battered faces and bodies in a mirror.
"I'm not going to let them get away with this," Daryn hissed as Willow ran her fingers over the 'D' tattooed on her still-red ass.
"Obviously," Willow sighed as she kissed it. "But we either have to figure out a way to get each of them alone or get some help. Who do we know that hates Paula or Kyra enough to get involved with us?"
"I know just the right person," Daryn sighed. "But first, you owe me a little something."
She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and pushed
Willow's unresisting head down between her open thighs. We don't
yet know whether the smile that flickered on Daryn's full, red,
luscious lips was from her pleasure at Willow's expert technique
or in delicious anticipation of revenge. What we do know is that
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