Vanessa turn

After your humiliating defeat at Chloe’s hands—and feet—you’re left trembling on the floor, your body still aching from the atomic wedgie. The sound of the girls’ mocking laughter fades slightly, but it’s clear they’re still reveling in your misery. You slowly pull your boxers back into place, your face burning with embarrassment as you try to catch your breath. The humiliation clings to you like a second skin, but despite it all, a flicker of defiance still burns inside you.

Maybe Chloe humiliated you, but Vanessa is a different story. She might be taller, stronger even, but there’s a part of you that still believes you have a shot. After all, how many humiliations can you take before you push back?

As if reading your thoughts, Vanessa steps forward, her long legs casting a shadow over your prone form. At 6’1", she towers over you with a confident smirk that chills you to your core. “I think it’s my turn to have some fun,” she says, her voice smooth and menacing. “Chloe made a mess of you, but I’m going to finish the job.”

You clench your fists, forcing yourself to stand despite the ache in your muscles and the lingering sting of your earlier defeat. Vanessa watches you with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her lips curled into a smile that promises nothing but more humiliation. But you can’t let that stop you. You’re determined to prove yourself, to show them that you’re not as weak as they think.

Vanessa tilts her head, her long brown hair swaying slightly as she sizes you up. “Think you’ve got what it takes?” she taunts. “Even with one arm tied behind my back?” She offers you a smug grin as Amanda moves behind her, tying Vanessa’s left arm securely with a piece of fabric. Vanessa doesn’t flinch—she’s completely unbothered, radiating confidence.

You nod, trying to suppress the doubt creeping into your mind. This is your chance to redeem yourself. If you can beat Vanessa, maybe—just maybe—you can regain some of the dignity you’ve lost today.

You both step into position, your sneakers squeaking slightly on the hardwood floor as you square off. Vanessa stands tall, her one free arm hanging loosely by her side as if she’s not even taking this seriously. Her long legs spread into a confident stance, her body completely at ease, while you tense every muscle in preparation.

Amanda claps her hands. “Begin!”

You charge at Vanessa with everything you have, trying to catch her off guard. You think if you can use your momentum and strength, even with one arm tied behind her back, you’ll stand a chance.

But the moment you make contact, it becomes clear just how wrong you are.

Vanessa meets your rush with a smirk, effortlessly grabbing you by the shoulder and using your own momentum against you. With one swift motion, she twists her body, sending you sprawling onto the floor before you even know what’s happening. The hardwood slams against your side, and the air rushes out of your lungs as you hit the ground with a thud.

You scramble to get back to your feet, but Vanessa is already on you, her one free arm wrapping around your torso like a vice. She lifts you up with terrifying ease, her height and strength making the difference clear. Despite the fact that one arm is tied behind her back, she’s in complete control. You flail, trying to break free, but her grip only tightens.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Vanessa taunts, her voice laced with amusement. “I thought you were going to redeem yourself.”

You grit your teeth, pushing against her with all the strength you can muster, but it’s no use. Vanessa’s arm holds you in place effortlessly, her free hand controlling your every move. She spins you around and slams you back to the floor again, pinning you down with her knee pressed into your chest.

“Come on, Tom,” she sneers, leaning in close. “I expected more of a fight. I barely feel you struggling.”

You groan beneath her, every attempt to break free met with her crushing strength. She toys with you, using just her one free arm and legs to keep you completely immobilized. Her knee digs into your ribs as she smirks down at you, the sheer ease with which she’s dominating you making your stomach churn with frustration.

The girls watching from the sidelines giggle, their laughter cutting through the heavy air. “Looks like you’re not even trying,” Amanda calls out mockingly. “Or maybe that’s all you’ve got.”

Lily pipes in with her soft giggles. “He doesn’t stand a chance. Vanessa’s not even breaking a sweat!”

Vanessa glances at them and grins. “I thought *men* were supposed to be stronger,” she taunts. “Is this really the best you can do? You’re pathetic, Tom. You couldn’t even win when I’m fighting with one arm.”

Desperation claws at you, and you make one final push, straining every muscle in your body to try and throw her off. But Vanessa just laughs, her hand sliding down to your waistband, giving it a sharp tug.

“Oh no, not again,” you think, panic flashing through your mind.

Before you can react, Vanessa yanks your waistband up in a brutal wedgie. The fabric digs deep, sending a fresh wave of pain through you as your boxers ride up, high and painfully tight. You gasp, your body arching involuntarily as she pulls harder, her strength overwhelming.

“Still think you’re going to win?” Vanessa mocks, yanking even higher. “This is what happens when you refuse to give in.”

You squirm beneath her, but it’s useless. With one final, brutal pull, Vanessa forces the waistband over your head, locking it into place like before, trapping you in another atomic wedgie. The fabric presses painfully against your face, blinding you, suffocating you in a mixture of pain and humiliation.

But Vanessa isn’t done.

With the waistband locked over your face, she uses it to drag you forward, pulling you until you’re kneeling at her feet, the waistband cutting into your skin like a leash. You’re completely at her mercy now, the humiliation suffocating as the girls laugh harder.

“Now,” Vanessa hisses, pulling tighter, “are you ready to submit?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. The pain is too much, and the humiliation too great. But Vanessa doesn’t let up. She yanks on your waistband again, forcing you forward until your face is mere inches from her sneakers.

“Kiss them,” she demands, her voice low and full of menace. “Or I’ll keep pulling until your underwear snaps.”

You try to resist, but the pain is unbearable. Your entire body screams in agony, the atomic wedgie making it impossible to think straight. Finally, broken and defeated, you lean forward, your lips trembling as they brush against Vanessa’s sneaker.

The room explodes into laughter, the girls cheering and taunting you as you kiss her shoe, completely and utterly defeated.

“Good boy,” Vanessa sneers, releasing your waistband. “Now you know your place.”