Whats Lyras next move?
Atomic Wedgie!
Lyra’s fingers locked tight around the already-stretched black waistband of Bayley’s Victoria’s Secret panties. Her eyes lit with that same fractured, manic spark as she threw her head back and shouted,
“Atomic wedgie time!”
She heaved.
Both hands hauled upward with everything she had. The black fabric stretched further and further, the material thinning and cutting deep as it climbed Bayley’s back. Lyra kept pulling—harder, higher—until the waistband cleared Bayley’s shoulders, then her neck, and finally snapped over the top of her head, locking firmly across her forehead in a full atomic wedgie.
The rest of the panties remained buried brutally between her cheeks and legs, the stretched elastic now forming a tight black band across her face while the crotch panel disappeared completely into her.
Bayley screamed—a raw, muffled cry of pure shock and pain—as the sudden extreme pressure tore through her. She squirmed wildly, hands clawing at the fabric over her forehead and the deep wedge between her legs, trying desperately to free herself. Lyra only shoved her down harder, forcing her onto her knees against the fence, the atomic wedgie holding tight.
Still breathing heavily, Lyra spotted the steel wrench Bayley had used on her earlier lying a few feet away. She snatched it up, raised it high, and brought it down across the middle of Bayley’s bare back. The impact cracked loudly. She swung again, and again—short, vicious shots that left angry red marks and forced fresh cries from Bayley’s throat as she remained trapped in the atomic wedgie.
When Bayley’s struggles weakened, Lyra dropped the wrench, hooked one arm under Bayley’s chin from behind, and locked in a tight crossface. She cranked hard, grinding Bayley’s face sideways against her own shoulder while the black Victoria’s Secret waistband remained stretched across her forehead, the rest of the panties still deeply embedded.
Lyra leaned back, applying steady, crushing pressure, her blood-streaked face twisted into a triumphant, unhinged smile as she held the Role Model locked in the submission.
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