Hanging Wedgie!

Bayley groaned against the concrete, still trying to clear the fog from the Nightwing. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and the cold ground bit into her skin. She shifted slightly—and felt a light, strange tug at the waistband of her black Victoria’s Secret panties. She frowned, still too dazed to understand.

Then she heard it.

A sharp click of a switch. The low mechanical whir of the winch motor kicking to life. Cables tightening. The hook above her beginning to rise.

It happened fast.

The black fabric of her panties heaved upward with sudden, merciless force. The stretchy Victoria’s Secret material dug brutally between her cheeks and sliced tight against her most sensitive folds as the hook lifted. Bayley’s entire body left the ground. Her legs kicked and flailed wildly in the air as she was hoisted higher and higher, suspended solely by the crotch and waistband of her panties.

The elastic stretched and burned, the pressure white-hot and continuous—every ounce of her weight concentrated into that thin strip of black fabric buried deep between her legs and pulled tight up the cleft of her ass. The front of the panties vanished completely into her, rubbing and cutting with every swing, while the back climbed high between her cheeks. There was no relief, only constant, escalating torment as the winch kept raising her.

From Lyra’s point of view the sight was perfect.

Bayley dangled and twisted in mid-air, the full, thick curves of her ass on complete display, the black Victoria’s Secret panties stretched into a thin, punishing line that disappeared completely between those heavy cheeks and reappeared high up her back where the hook held the waistband.

Her powerful thighs kicked uselessly. The blue-and-silver tights were still half-pulled up, framing the suspended, wedgied ass beautifully. Despite the extreme strain, the stretchy fabric showed no signs of ripping—it simply elongated further, holding firm under Bayley’s full weight.

Bayley swung wildly, hands clawing at the air and then desperately reaching back toward the buried fabric.

“Get me down!” she cried, voice high and panicked. “Get me down! My undies are hurting me!”