Wedgie mastery: Ling Xiaoyu (part 2)

Wedgie Master. Victim 2: Ling Xiaoyu

(part 2)

          There was no mistaking it: Hwoarang had seen a flash of someone go towards the girls changing rooms. ‘Who was it though?’ he said to himself, ‘OK think about it... female, looked seventeen-ish, red hair... Miharu!’ Hwoarang knew she would help Ling down. Then he realised something... and smiled wickedly. ‘Oh this will be fun...’

          Meanwhile, Miharu was walking to the girls changing rooms, wondering whether or not Xiaoyu would be ready to go. As she pushed open the door, she opened her mouth to call out to her best friend – only for it to remain agape in horror of the sight in front of her. Ling was stripped down to just her pink Hello kitty panties, hanging from a coathook by the back of her legholes, her mouth gagged and her arms taped behind her. Tears were streaming down her childish face.

          ‘Xiao!’ cried out the red-head, and rushed over to her. Xiao looked with desperation in her eyes, as if to say GET ME DOWN THIS HURTS LIKE F***! Miharu reached for the hook Ling was on, but couldn’t reach. As she did this, Hwoarang came quietly back into the changing room, and saw her doing so. ‘Now or never,’ he thought, and stepped towards her. Miharu suddenly turned to the left and walked over out of view. ‘She’s gonna get a chair,’ were his thoughts, and moved as quickly and stealthily as possible. The girl hurried to the corner to the chair source. Xiao, from her perch, saw the masked Hwoarang coming, and immediately started grunting and shaking her legs (further deepening the wedgie).

          ‘Give me a minute, Xiao!’ said Miharu, bending towards the chair, oblivious to the fact that Hwoarang was right behind, two more pieces of duct tape ready. With one, he covered Miharu’s mouth – which immediately put her hands to his arm. Just as before, Hwoarang got out of her grip and taped her arms behind her back, leaving the sixteen year old as helpless as her equally aged friend. Deciding to play a bit longer, Hwoarang took hold of her chequered skirt and tore it off, revealing her purple cotton panties, which had a yellow flower on the front and back.

          ‘Another girl with childish underwear,’ he said to himself, ‘Humiliation is all you deserve, bitch!’ He turned her around to face her, took hold of the front of the undies, and PULLED. Miharu let out a muffled squeal, as she was immediately garnished with a huge cameltoe. The fabric stretched upwards as it sliced her pussy lips in two. Hwoarang put one hand on her shoulder to keep her on the ground, all the while pulling her ridiculous panties further towards her hair and harder against her clitoris. Xiao looked on as her friend was forced closer and closer into an atomic Melvin. And in a brisk movement, Hwoa snapped them onto the back of her head. He then immediately grabbed hold of the crotch part of her creaking panties and lifted her off the ground. Miharu groaned, and shook her head furiously, in hope they would snap off. Hwoa, grinning with glee, carried her over to the coathooks next to Xiaoyu’s, and hung her from the thin front of her panties.

          There was a great creak as Miharu had all support firmly placed on her ****. She waved her legs furiously – which made Hwoarang realise she still had most of her clothes on. ‘Nothing personal, Miha,’ thought Hwoarang. He grabbed hold of her legs and pulled off her shoes and knee-socks. He then took hold of her school top, and slowly tore it off, first down the middle and then the arms. Once this had gone, he considered leaving on her bra, but screwed that idea. It came off in two pulls, leaving the tortured red-head as clothed as her black haired friend. Hwoarang then got out his camera again, and photographed her 13 times also: 6 front, 6 back, one full figure. He then just stood there, and contemplated his work, watching the two girls struggle with their underpants. The front of Xiaoyu’s undies was putting pressure on the bottom of her breasts, and had ripped slightly around the sides. Miharu’s were in perfect, albeit stretched, condition. Blood talon looked at them a few moments longer – and had his third brainwave of the day. He went out through the changing room doors, and came back two minutes later. Xiaoyu and Miharu (just from her position) saw what was in his hand, and immediately felt the terror once again go through them.

          A sturdy piece of rope, about ten feet long.

          First, he went over to a set of locker beyond the two girls, and tied one end to the higher set, then dropped the rest of it. He then went over, and lifted Xiaoyu off her perch, went over to Miharu and did the same. He dropped them too: Miharu came out of her atomic Melvin with a snap. They both lay on the floor in quiet agony, their underwear still rammed up their special areas. Hwoarang then picked up Miharu, and weaved the rope through the back of her legholes, while forcing her to stand (she did so with great pain). He then turned his attention to Ling, picking her up and weaving the rope around the front of her legholes. He then pulled hard on the rope, making Xiao’s pink panties and Miharu’s purple undies jerk upwards, forcing them straight on their tip-toes. He gave a second pull – this lifted them for a second time off the ground by their underwear. He wrapped off the other end of the rope to the opposite lockers, before revealing a second piece of rope: this he tied from the middle of the first rope to the lightbulb, to separate the two. He then stood back, and marvelled.

          Miharu was now in a regular hanging wedgie – due to the force of the Melvin she had received, her panties were already pushing against her breasts (which, like Xiao’s, were only a B-cup): her limp toes were about a foot away from the ground. Xiaoyu, on the other hand was now in the hanging Melvin, and had her pussy lips split open. She also had stretched underwear, leaving her flailing feet around 14-inches off the ground. Hwoarang smiled – and couldn’t help notice the lump in his trousers. He took his camera, and took six photos of them - three from one sides and three from the other. He then gathered up his gear, took Miharu’s clothes and threw them in Xiao’s bag, took her bag and went out the door. He locked it with a copy of the school master key, and left the two girls in their own torture room.

          

           Epilogue: At six-fifteen, he returned to the school, unlocking as few doors as necessary, and went back into the changing rooms. Both their panties had ripped, although it was obviously recently, as they hadn’t got up yet. Both were lying on the floor, groaning underneath the duct tape. They didn’t even look up when he came in. He grinned and said, muffled under his mask, ‘Enjoy the walk home ladies.’ He then turned and left the school again. As he walked past the flats Xiao and Miharu lived, he smiled at a large throng of people at an outside party on the other side of the road. He put his hand in his pocket, and withdrew the several hundred dollars: Ganryu was very impressed with the photos he had taken, as well as a video he had hidden in the changing room.

          ‘You know what,’ he thought, walking over to his bike, ’I think I’ll do the sumo a couple of other favours...’ He mounted the bike, and added ‘Just if he needs some help.’ With that, he drove off.