[EPILOGUE] "Left Hanging"

Wedgie Woman painfully drags you back to her locker room by your panties, where she decides to celebrate her swift and easy victory over you.

"I can't believe you just gave up! Thanks for the easy win, dumbass!" she sneers.

Your lip trembles and your legs shake as you kick them and beg with shrieking whimpers. No point in trying to salvage your pride now.

"Y-you said I wouldn't have to be your wedgie **** if I made it easy..."

"Yeah, and I'm true to my word. But that doesn't mean you're not getting the wedgie of a lifetime!"

That wasn't the wedgie of a lifetime...?

Dread sets in as you can only imagine what you're in for next. Wedgie Woman grabs your stretched out panties with one hand and lifts your wobbling legs with the other, hoisting you up to a hook on the wall.

Oh no.

Dread turns to panic and then agony. You no longer have to imagine as you feel your underwear slice into your crack with terrifying speed. You squeal in pain as your panties invade your ass and pussy at the same time, putting so much pressure on your lower half you feel ready to burst in all the wrong ways.

Oh fuck oh fuck OWWWW! NO NO PLEEASE!!" you scream in a high-pitched wail, your voice cracking as you start to sob. "P-puh-please l-let me down!!"

Wedgie Woman just laughs hysterically at your situation. You whimper as the stinging sensation of bunched up cotton slices into your lower half, and the fact that she derives such enjoyment from your helplessness and pain makes it sting all the more. You try and fail to hoist yourself up, but it's hopeless. Each time you try you only make yourself bounce more and drive your wedgie even deeper.

Looking up, you see your victorious opponent pull out her phone. You try to hide your face as she snaps a picture.

"HA! I'm posting this on all my socials. Welp, sorry to leave you hanging, but I have a tournament to win! Later, loser."