Hannah's Wedgie Torture

Her shorts had been pulled down during gym class – While they were doing stretches to limber up. Touching their toes to be precise. A dozen or so students got an eyeful of her soft yellow panty-briefs and the big blue bunny rabbit head on the ** with ‘Princess’ written underneath it. One of her mother’s more embarrassing gifts, but there had been worse. She hiked them up, rode out the laughter and the jokes, and went abut her gym activities. Pantsed once again during free throw practice and then again during dodgeball. She had already been pegged too. They went down to her ankles the moment she tried to walk off of the court and she was quick to bend over to pick them back up. Some deadeye decided to use her bright yellow ** as a target and hit the bullseye. The ** comments came next considering the noise the red rubber ball made ricocheting off of her ** and it’s distance.Hannah was walking along when she heard “Ruuuunnn!!” Running toward her full bore was a brunette girl, whose brown locks were pulled back in to a pony tail, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and tight denim jeans. She was running, and yelling her head off for good reason, as she had two athletic looking girls chasing after her and gaining ground. All three were moving very very quickly in her direction.“Run run run!!” The nameless brunette was warning her even as she flew by. Hannah caught a glimpse of bunched up white fabric dotted with yellow outside the back of her jeans. Oh no…Hannah was running. When her legs had started to move she had no idea. She just knew the wind was in her face and the pony-tailed brunette was not getting much farther ahead of her.Two factors worked heavily against her – The first, she was a gamer. A non-athletic gamer.The second, unbeknownst to her and a fact the other brunette had yet to share out of fear and because she was focusing on running for the safety of her **, was that the two chasers were Track and Field runners. They had stamina, endurance, powerful and graceful strides without needless expending of energy and, most importantly, were driven by a desire to yank on underwear.Their prey were wasting their energy.They were running because of fear.Hannah was scooped up by one before she knew what was happening. An arm wrapped around her waist and a hand tightly gripping one of her wrists.The glasses wearing girl weakly beat her pale fists against the girl holding her and struggled like a fly in the spider web.A fruitless effort.Her lungs were burning, a couple drops of sweat were crawling down her forehead, and most of her energy had been used up trying to run away. Her blows were weak, ineffective.“Lucky me you came along,” The girl said between light pants, the smile on her face obvious due to her tone, “I don’t like to share.”Noooo!! Come on, this is my last pair!” Hannah looked up and winced.The brunette girl who had gotten her in to this mess was being carried back to them by… A really cute pair of **.They were white with a yellow waistband and covered in smiling, happy chocobos from the Final Fantasy series.They were wedgied up her ** and Hannah felt pity for her.In the dark reaches of her mind though, where the more vengeful version of lied created from years of being tormented, she was cackling. This girl was the reason she was in this ** situation to begin with! So…Yeah, get wedgied!Hannah was brought out of inner musings by a hand worming its way in to her jeans,“Aaah! Hey hey hey!Leave those alo – ooooohhhnn!!” She begged even when the fingers latched on to her underwear and her pleading turned in to a wail.Her panty briefs, the soft yellow cotton, the tiny frills, the big, unmissable bunny and the word ‘Princess’ printed across the ** – the whole shebang, safe in her jeans before were pulled out and up her back.Hannah clenched her cheeks around the legholes being driven in to her asscrack to try and slow their ascent or soften the blow. It didn’t work. It hardly ever did.The two of them laughed, pulling on their ** in their grasps and making their two victims squirm and cringe, unable to stop the deep crevasse exploration their respective undies were going on,“First she gets it from Shevil and her band of nerds and now here she is with Carol Adams! Hehehe-hahahaa!!”Hannah grunted and squirmed.Carol’s eyes closed shut and her lips puckered.Their butts clenched.They were at the mercy of these two girls.“As much as we would love to stay and wreck your butts, we’ve got to get back to our route.”“Yeah, so you two just hang out for a while!” That age old pun had decided the fate of their backsides.Hannah groaned some more with little else she could do. Another hanging wedgie?! The **?!?! Unluckily for the two brunettes on the receiving end of the panty pulling, there was a chain link fence next to them, taller than them, and the girl who had caught the glasses wearing brunette amazingly had two tennis ** in the pockets of her track jacket.Had they planned this?! Hannah found herself first up to the proverbial chopping block.Lifted until her toes barely touched the ground, a portion of her butterfly printed underwear fed to the ** the other side.It was enough to get a grasp on them and Hannah was pulled back until her jean clad bottom was against the criss-crossed metal wires.Hannah gritted her teeth and held on to the fence as the track runner pulled her ** further and further. The unnamed panty puller wanted to make sure that when the yellow granny ** finally gave in and shredded that the nerdy brunette wearing them would be picking out bits of cotton and strings for days and days to come.The tennis ball was inserted in to the end of her **, under her waistband, and the track runner kept pulling back to make sure to make the wedgie as tight as possible. She wrapped the yellow-green fuzzy ball in the yellow granny **.Twisting and turning, the track runner succeeded in getting the wrapped ball to the fence. She and Chelsea let go and Hannah and the bespectacled wedgie victim grunted. She was stuck with her toes just barely touching the sidewalk.Carol was next and the pony-tailed brunette was subjected to the exact same treatment without the two track runners skipping a beat.The two of them were left dangling, blushing, gritting their teeth and clenching their cheeks as they now experienced the brunt of the hanging wedgie. No being held up, now it was weight and gravity and really tightly drawn underwear.“Can’t forget these!” Chelsea laughed. She and cohort grabbed Hannah and Carol’s jeans respectively and undid them. As much as the two brunette’s fought, running for their lives and the wedgies they were presently in being made worse and worse by all of their thrashing took a lot of the fight out of them, and they were stripped of their jeans. The two wedgie girls immediately covered their groins and glared, blushing the same shade of crimson.No matter how often it happened, it was never any less embarrassing.“Aaah!!” The two brunettes squealed as their bare butts touched against the cold metal wires. It was quite the shock to their system. Without thinking they used their hands to push away from the cold, tingling sensation crawling across their rumps and that worsened their wedgies further.