A Nerd’s Revenge: A Wedgie Nightmare

 It’s not fair to call Kim a nerd, because even though she was, the term gives her a negative connotation and comes with its own stereotypes and biases. It makes more sense (and is far more accurate) to call her a genius. Kim was incredibly smart, but not only that, she was a technological wiz. She could put together a working iPhone from scratch if you gave her all the pieces. The 18 year old was the top of her class every year since 4th grade, and every year she always had the top science project, and was  this senior year of high school looked to be no different. 

Unfortunately, another tradition she dealt with going back to 4th grade was Cassie, a girl her age who was in her class every single year. And while Cassie didn’t have Kim’s brains, she did have strength and bully attitude, which she primarily used to play sports, become top cheerleader, and give Kim wedgies. 

Cassie tormented Kim with wedgies constantly from 4th grade to this day. When they first met when they were 9, Cassie exuded her dominance to her other 4th grade peers by yanking Kim’s panties up one day during class. Kim cried but the other kids laughed. And so it was - throughout elementary and junior high, Cassie was always in the same class as Kim, so she was constantly giving her wedgies. Every year Kim prayed Cassie wouldn’t be in her class, and every year her prayers went unanswered. And when high school started and conventional class structures ended, Cassie made sure to find time between classes and during lunch to give Kim her daily wedgies. 

Kim’s complaints to teachers and authority figures went unanswered - “just ignore her,” “don’t mind her,” even “don’t wear underwear” were just some of the suggestions she’d been given. Even now in her senior year, adults were unhelpful, and 3-4 times a week Kim found herself getting her panties ripped off, yanked over her head, or being hung up by a locker in the girls locker room. 

But this week, Kim didn’t pay any mind or grief towards the head cheerleader and her love of hurting Kim with her own underwear. It was science fair week, and even though the science fair judging wasn’t until Friday afternoon, she was in school bright and early Monday morning with one of her newest inventions. 

“I’ve been working on a bunch of stuff these past months going all the way back to summer,” Kim told Lisa, her best friend during lunch. “But this, this is my best work yet.” She went into her bookbag and pulled out a baggie with a grey, jelly-like blob substance in it.

“You made cranberry sauce?” Lisa asked. 

“Not cranberry sauce! It’s a medical jelly I’ve been working on for a few years that I think is just right.” Kim opened the baggie and pulled the jelly out. “It turns colors based on your mood, and you put it near different parts of your body and it’ll turn red if it senses something’s amiss. It can detect medical issues before you ever go to a doctor. Just hold the jelly around your body and press it up to you to see if anything’s wrong.” 

Kim began pushing the jelly mold up against head, her stomach, her hand, and the jelly stayed grey. 

“How do you know it works?” Lisa asked. 

“Watch this,” Kim answered. She held up the jelly to her left pointer finger. No change in color. She put the jelly down and pulled out a piece of paper from her book bag. “Here, slide this across my finger,” she told her friend. Lisa took the paper and slid it across Kim’s pointer, giving her a paper cut. 

Kim, wincing from the pain, pressed the jelly to the back of her pointer finger and it immediately turned red. Lisa was impressed. 

“Wow! Not even on the same side and it can detect the paper cut that’s only a few seconds old!”

“Yep! It’s a revolutionary medical invention that I’ve spent years on. If this doesn’t get me a full ride to college nothing will. I’ve got this science fair the bag!” Kim said excitedly, holding out the jelly for Lisa to see. 

“And I’ve got it now!” Cassie’s voice came as she came from behind, grabbing the jelly. She squeezed it and tossed it from hand to hand. Kim jumped up towards Cassie. 

“Hey! Give that back! That’s my science project!”

“You want it back?” Cassie asked mockingly. “Here, lets keep it warm for you,” she said, using her other hand to spin Kim around. She yanked back Kim’s denim shorts and panties and held the jelly over Kim’s now exposed butt. 

“Cassie! No!” Kim begged. But to no avail - Cassie shoved the jelly down Kim’s panties and squished it in as hard as she could before using both hands to yank the back of Kim’s bright blue panties up as hard as she could. 

In any other school cafeteria this would’ve been a sight to see - however by this point in senior year, Kim getting a wedgie was as normal as a pop quiz. 

Cassie yanked Kim til she was an inch or two off the ground. Kim fell forward and flailed her arms back as she felt her science project squished and break apart in her ass crack. Cassie pulled and pulled, with each tug pulling harder and harder. 

“CASSIE PLEASE YOU’RE RUINING MY INVENTION!” Kim cried. Cassie couldn’t care less. As she tugged, she got a closer look at the worn out underwear in her grasp.  

“I’ve pulled on these before, I’m surprised they haven’t ripped yet. Maybe today’s the day?” she chuckled. 

“NOOO PLEASE!” Kim whined as she went another inch off the ground. Being 5’1 and 120 pounds did the brunette no favors against the 5’10 girl who clocked in at 185 pounds and black hair. Lisa winced with each pull Kim took until finally she stood up. 

“Alright Cassie, that’s enough. Put her down.”

“Either I rip off her panties or I rip off yours,” Cassie warned. Lisa cringed and sat back down. 

“Sorry Kim,” she sheepishly said. 

“Ahhhhh!!!” Kim whined - the pain of the warm fabric rubbing the cold jelly up her butt crack was an indescribably horrible feeling. Cassie began yanking harder until a rip started to show in the back of Kim’s panties. 

“Now we’re in business!” Cassie laughed as she pulled harder and harder. After a few more hard yanks, the hole stretched up to the waistband. Cassie gave one more YANK! and the panties ripped - and Kim fell to the floor, the back half of her panties still in Cassie’s hand, which she held up almost as a trophy. A few students sitting nearby applauded and cheered. Business as usual. 

Kim got up off the ground, covering her eyes with one hand and holding her butt with the other. She ran for the exit, crying, as a few students laughed. Cassie tossed the remains of Kim’s underwear aside and walked back to her table laughing as Lisa shook her head. Poor Kim. 

Kim sniffled and sobbed in the handicap bathroom stall in the girls room as she pulled the pieces of broken panties out of her ass. After dropping them on the floor, she lowered her shorts to her ankles and took some toilet paper and wiped. 

To her horror, her jelly project was ruined. It was all crushed and destroyed. She held the broken pieces of her project that she’d spent months working on in her hand, crying hard. She couldn’t believe it - all her hard work, up her butt and down the drain. She still felt a few pieces in her butt crack and held the remaining pieces in her hand. Ruined. 

After a few minutes, Kim dumped the remaining pieces of jelly down the toilet, pulled her shorts back up and went to the sink, washing her face and hands and trying to stop crying. 

She needed a new invention and fast before science fair judgment day on Friday. After a few moments of thinking, she had an idea. A new invention she’d been working on for years. A prototype of it had sat in her basement for a long time. Only now she had to finish it this week. And she knew exactly what to do with it and how to use it. Kim wiped the last of the tears from her eyes and a smile formed on her face as she looked in the mirror - she was going to get revenge on Cassie once and for all. 

Kim didn’t go to school for 2 days, completely breaking her years-long perfect attendance. On Wednesday, Lisa texted her. 

“Hey are you okay? Where have you been?”

“Been working on something. I’m okay. And I’ll be better tomorrow,” was all the response that came. 

Early Thursday morning before school started, in the darkness before sunrise, Kim dragged a large wagon through the school athletic yard that had a very large contraption on it covered in a white sheet. Knowing that no one was using the yard in the winter months, she knew this was the perfect place to finally exact her revenge. She got to a spot behind the outdoors girl locker room, completely out of sight, and stopped, managing to heave and ho and get her blanketed contraption off the wagon. 

Kim pulled off the white sheet to reveal what looked like a retrofitted telephone booth. It was a large grey metal booth about 10 feet high, 5 feet wide and 5 feet deep. On top of the booth sat a large black engine-looking machine. The front of the booth had a pull-open door that was cut horizontally in the middle so either the top half or the bottom half could open or close by itself. On the front of the booth hung an iPad. Kim patted the booth on the side. This was it. Her greatest invention. After years of planning and months of inventing, this was it. Her revenge. 

She yawned - it WAS 5am after all - and leaned against her machine. Kim was dressed and ready for school, in her black 

 tee and blue jeans. Stretching a bit, she turned to the iPad and pressed the screen. It lit up and a bunch of menu options popped open:

-Easy

-Medium

-Intense

-Torture

-Time limit

-Options 

-Manual setting 

Kim clicked “Manual setting” and a Siri voice started speaking. 

“Hello. How may I help you?”

“Set sensor,” Kim replied. 

“Okay. Sensor set. What sort of mode would you like to set for alarm tripping?”

“Mmm. Medium.”

“Okay. Setting sensor trip for medium response. Would you like to set a time limit?”

“Until manual release.”

“Manual release set for medium response to a sensor trip. Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Your settings have been set!”

“Perfect.”

Kim smiled. She’d set the trap, and now for the bait. She reached into her bookbag and pulled out a photoshopped flyer advertising cheerleading practice and placed the bookbag down beside the booth before heading for the school. Kim got inside via the gym exit door and headed for the lockers. She knew Cassie’s locker - she’d been locked inside of it hanging by her panties a time or two before - and once there, taped her fake sign to the locker door. There. All done. Now to wait. 

Kim headed back outside and found her bookbag, still leaning next to the open booth. She yawned and stretched again out of habit, not realizing that her left arm entered the booth’s open door. The light inside the booth lit up and a small alarm rang from it. 

“Motion detected, sensor triggered!” came Siri’s blaring voice. Before she could react, a long mechanical claw arm on a thick wire shot down from above and grabbed Kim’s arm and pulled her fully into the booth. 

“Initiating medium setting!” declare Siri as Kim struggled. “Wait! No!” she cried as another arm came down and grabbed her other arm, both arms linking side by side to hold her arms down in place. Another arm, this time with a bigger, heavier claw came down from behind, reaching into Kim’s jeans and grabbing a fistful of purple striped panties and forcefully hoisting up. Kim’s was lifted a few inches into the air by her mechanical arm-induced wedgie. 

“Ouch hey! Let me down! Stop! Ouch!” she shouted. She squirmed and shook trying to break free and get down but her machine worked too well, her mechanical arms holding her firmly in place dangling by her panties. Kim kicked her leg back, accidentally kicking the front side of the booth, causing the door to slam shut. Her eyes went wide at the sound. Uh-oh. 

“Release! Machine! Release!” Kim cried. 

“Release can only be done manually. Please see iPad to release,” came Siri’s answer. Kim realized then just how screwed she was.

“Help! Somebody! Please! Let me out!” she screamed. But she was stuck in a booth, hidden from sight. 2 hours before any other student or faculty would show up to school. 

Kim shook and kicked, but the panty-holding claw almost instinctively held tighter and yanked up harder. She tried lowering herself to the ground, but the claw responded by forcefully yanking her back up into the air, giving her the wedgie all over again. She tried moving her arms, but the mechanical ones held her tight. And so, realizing she had to wait to be rescued, Kim kind of just succumbed to the wedgie and began to helplessly dangle and try to not think about the situation she was in or how sore her ass was. 

An hour passed, though it felt like an eternity. Kim hung the entire time, and the mechanical arms showed no sign of letting up, and her panties showed no sign of ripping. Every few minutes Kim kicked the door and called for help a few times, but each time the door stayed shut and her calls went unanswered. 

“Me and my brilliant inventions...” she moaned. 

The panties were digging hard into her ass crack, and she tried to hang still knowing that any attempt to free herself would cause the machine to re-wedgie her more. She tried moving her arms but the claw holding them wouldn’t let her budge. 

Kim, trying as hard as she could to not think about how sore she was or how trapped she was, finally started to nod off a bit. A few minutes passed before she was jolted awake by the sound of footsteps. Temporarily forgetting where she was as a result of her little nap, she tried to move her legs and shake herself down- the claw holding her panties responded in kind by yanking her right back up. 

“Ahh ow! Hey! Who’s out there! Please! Let me out! Open the door!” she cried, kicking the door. 

Outside, a boy senior had been cutting through the football field to get to school when he noticed the giant machine. Unfortunately, he had his AirPods in and was blasting music as loud as possible and didn’t hear the cries for help. He stood looking at this giant booth in confusion. What was it? Not hearing the cries and screams from inside, the boy noticed the iPad and turned it on and started looking at it. 

“Huh. Some kind of new arcade game?” he pondered out loud. 

“No! Not a game! Let me out! Help!” Kim cried. She yelled and screamed and kicked the door. However, in kicking the door she flailed her legs a little too hard, and the claw holding her panties happily yanked her back up twice. “OWW DAMNIT!”

Not hearing the commotion inside, the boy started playing on the iPad. 

“What sort of mode do you want to set?” Siri asked on the screen. 

“Hmm...I’m not even sure what game this is...” he said. 

“PLEASE LET ME OUT!!! HEY!! GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!” came the unheard cries from the inside. 

“I guess I’ll play on intense mode,” the boy said, hitting the INTENSE setting. 

“NO!!! NO NO NO! PLEASE! CAN YOU NOT HEAR ME?!”

“How long do you wish intense mode to last?” read the screen. 

“Mmm. I only have a few minutes before class...5 minutes should do it,” he said, setting the timer for 5 minutes. 

“5 minutes on Intense mode set!” read the screen. 

The boy stared at the screen, expecting a game to start, but the screen stood still. Music blasting in his ears, he stood impatiently before he hit “intense” and “5 minutes” again. Nothing happened again so again he hit the settings and again nothing happened. “Come on you stupid game!” he said, hitting the intense+5 minute combo another 3 times, but again nothing happened. “Pfft, stupid game,” he said, wandering away. 

Inside the booth, Siri’s voice counted aloud,

“5 minutes on hard mode!”

“NOOO! WHO IS THAT?!” Kim screamed. 

“Additional 5 minutes added to intense mode!”

“Wait WHAT?!” Siri beeped a few more times. 

“Additional 20 minutes added to intense mode! 30 minutes of intense mode preparing to activate!” Kim began to tear up. 

Another metal arm came down with a little scanner on it and it latched on to Kim’s panties for a few moments. 

“Reading underwear material to customize...” Siri announced. The scanner finished and returned to above the booth. “Underwear material recognizes this pair as granny panties, 100% polyester, from Aerie, size large. Amount of slack in the underwear is 20%. Adjusting grip to maximize 30 minutes on intense mode without ripping the underwear,” Siri explained as the metal arms gripping Kim’s panties moved around a bit and gripped different areas. 

“This isn’t fair! This isn’t FOR me!” Kim moaned out loud to nobody. 

“30 minutes of intense mode beginning now!” Siri said. With that, the metal arms holding Kim’s panties let go of their grip and let her down a bit only to YANK her back up again quickly and roughly. Within seconds, she was let down again, and just as her feet touched the ground ever so slightly, she was hoisted back into the air. In all of 5 seconds, Kim was lowered to the ground, forcibly pulled back into the air, then let down again. 

“OWW! OUCHHHH!!” Kim yelled. The cycle stayed same as was, never breaking routine as she experienced about 12 wedgies a minute. Tears rolling down her cheeks and her underwear shoved up between her other cheeks, she cried, “SOMEBODY OWW GET ME OUT OF AHH HEREEEE! YOWCHHH!”

30 minutes of that cycle passed, and by the 4th or 5th minute Kim stopped calling for help and just sobbed as the revenge invention of her dreams held her prisoner in her worst nightmare.

Approximately 360 wedgies later, she was yanked up again, only this time, she wasn’t let back down. She was back where she started, stuck in the air hanging by her panties. 

“Intense mode 30 minute cycle completed!” Siri announced. Kim cried from how sore her ass crack was. She may never sit again, she thought. 360 wedgies and her panties didn’t even stretch out that much, let alone show any signs of ripping. She was sweating from how hot it was in there. School must have just started. Somebody had to come find her and rescue her sooner or later, right?

The hours passed. Kim hung mostly in silence, save for the few times she cried and the few times she screamed and cursed about how unfair this all was. She didn’t deserve this, she thought as the metal arms holding her hands and panties in place never let up. She dangled her legs a bit, careful not to do it too hard, lest the machine think she was trying to escape and forcefully pull her back up in the air again. 

Eventually, she started to snooze. She’d been up early and it didn’t look like she was going anywhere soon, so she hung her head a bit, closed her eyes, tried to not think about how sore her butt was, and dozed off. 

Around 12pm Kim woke again, this time from more approaching footsteps. Realizing where she still was, she hung still, lest the merciless claws of her most brilliant invention forcefully hoist her up into the air again by her seemingly indestructible underwear. 

“Hey, is someone out there?” she called out. 

“What is this…?” came a familiar voice. Kim’s heart dropped. Oh no. 

Cassie, holding the flyer that was taped to her locker in one hand and a plate of lunch in the other, looked at the giant booth, confused. She placed both things down on the ground and tapped the iPad next to the door and the screen lit up. 

“What the hell?” Cassie wondered aloud. Kim, almost in tears from her conflicting predicament, prayed that she wouldn’t open the door. That her wedgie-giving bully wouldn’t discover her like this. Her prayers went unanswered yet again as Cassie opened the door and came across Kim. 

“Oh my god…helLO, Kim,” she said as a big smile crossed her face. 

“Cassie, please let me down!”

“What the heck is this thing?” the bully asked, looking at the arms holding her nerdy prey in place. “Some kind of wedgie machine?”

“Yes! Please get me down, I’m begging you!”

“How did you even get in this thing? Who built it?” 

“I, I don’t know!” 

“You don’t KNOW how you got in this thing? That seems like a lie.”

“It isn’t!”

“Hmm, I don’t believe that. And if you can’t be honest, I guess I’ll just have to leave you here,” she said, grabbing the door as if to close it. 

“NO NO! It was me! *I* built it.”

“YOU built a wedgie machine? And this note about cheerleading practice on my locker so I’d come out here…you wanted to get ME into this thing, didn’t you?”

“I…I didn’t…”

“That’s it, isn’t it? There’s no cheerleading practice this week because Coach is out sick. YOU planted that note so I’d get stuck in here. Is that right?”

“I just…”

“Tell me the truth or I leave.”

“Yes! Yes it’s true! I built this so I could wedgie you after all the wedgies you’ve given me over the years.”

“I see… and yet here you are, hung up in your own invention by your panties. I guess even fate knows that you’re the one who’s supposed to get wedgies. At least your machine is smart enough to know your place.”

“Okay, fine I’m sorry! Please just let me down. I’ve been up here for hours, my ass is on fire.”

“Hahah, oh no no no. You were gonna try to trick, trap and wedgie me so I think I should have some fun with you first. It’s only fair.”

“Cassie no, PLEASE!”

“Aw Kimmy,” Cassie began, taking her phone out and opening the camera. “Let’s capture this moment forever,” she laughed, taking a few pictures of the captive. “No one would ever believe me otherwise!”

“Please please I’ll do anything, just let me down and don’t show those to anyone!”

“I’ll consider it…but first, let’s see what this baby can do…” she chuckled maliciously as she put her phone away and turned her attention to the iPad. Cassie began clicking the screen and checking out the buttons. 

“ Hmm…definitely don’t want easy or medium. Let’s see what intense does.”

“NO, I already HAD intense!” cried Kim. 

“Oh! In that case we can go right to ‘Torture’ mode!”

“NO! CASSIE PLEASE!”

“Let’s see what our options are first,” she said, hitting the Options button. “Do I want the panties to rip? Definitely not, I want this to last as long as possible,” she said, marking ‘No.’ “Do I want to add anything into your panties? Mmm yes!” she said gleefully said as she marked ‘Yes.’

The arms then finally lowered Kim down to the ground, and for a second the girl felt a slight bit of relief. Once she had both feet on the floor of the booth, the metal hands holding on to her panties then pulled back, finally taking her panties out of her ass, and holding her panties and jeans out backwards, her ass sticking out on display. The metal hands holding her arms held tightly still and pulled down a bit so Kim was bent over while her ass stuck out. She struggled a bit. 

“Don’t look!” she begged Cassie. Picking up her lunch tray and standing directly behind Kim, the bully laughed,

“I’ve been giving you wedgies since we were practically kids. This isn’t even the first time I’ve seen your bare ass, probably not the last time either. Remember when we had swim class and I wedgied you until your bikini bottoms ripped off? That was great! Now, let’s see what I DON’T want to eat here… sloppy Joe? Nah, I’ll pass on that,” she began, dumping the sloppy Joe meat and it’s juices off the tray and down into Kim’s stretched back panties. She felt the meat fall into her panties and roll down up against her butt. 

“Nooooo!” she whined. 

“Mmm…this salad looks gross,” Cassie commented before dumping the little salad down into the panties as well. “And let’s not forget the ranch,” she chuckled, ripping open a little pouch of ranch and pouring it down into the food concoction going on in Kim’s underwear. “I want the pudding though…unless Kim, you want some?”

“NO! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING!”

“Hmm, I want the pudding, but I also want to give you some pudding… hey, I have an idea!” Cassie walked away. Kim remained locked into place as she felt the ranch dressing and meat juice from the sloppy Joe running down her panties and in between her sore butt cheeks. 

A few moments later, Cassie returned. “I couldn’t find you any extra pudding, but I found the next best thing,” she began, proudly holding out her left hand. 

“I can’t see,” Kim moaned. 

“It’s mud! Nice and goopy!”

“Ewwww! No!! I’m going to have a rash! Or a yeast infection!” But, Cassie overturned her left hand, letting the mud fall down into the back of Kim’s panties with the rest of the smorgasbord going on down there.

“And the piece de resistance,” Cassie began proudly, holding out her right hand. “Near the mud I found 4 worms.”

“Oh my GOD EW NO!” Cassie held the worms in her right hand and picked up one with her left hand, holding it over Kim’s exposed butt. 

“Here’s one…” she said, carefully placing it down into the goopy mess forming between Kim’s butt cheeks. 

“CASSIE NO!”

“Two…” Cassie carefully picked up another worm and slid it down into the mess. “Three…andddd four!” The bully inserted the last two worms down between Kim’s butt cheeks. Kim squirmed and her eyes bulged as she felt them wiggling around. 

“Down they go…” Cassie laughed, returning to the iPad. “Now, torture setting. Let’s set the time limit for…mmm 1 hour to start with.”

“An hour?! NO CASSIE PLEASE!”

“Right, I have to go back to class after lunch and won’t be back til around 2:30, so let’s set it for 2 hours!” she cackled wickedly, entering 2 hours into the iPad. 

“NO! CASSIE I’LL DO YOUR HOMEWORK FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR, I SWEAR, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! I’M BEGGING!” Kim cried. Cassie just chuckled. 

“Shouldn’t have tried to mess with me. Now you pay the price,” Cassie said, hitting “begin” on the iPad. The hands holding Kim’s panties released, letting go and shooting back up. Cassie watched with joy as three large claws on thick wires descended, grabbing ahold of her panties instead. 

“Torture for 2 hours beginning now,” Siri said as the hands forcefully YANK!ed Kim back up into the air before violently dropping her and again hoisting her back up mercilessly. Kim screamed and cried from the pain and the gooey wiggly mess now sloshing around her butt crack. 

“AHHHH STOP PLEASE! OUCH! I’LL PAY YOU OWWW YOU CAN WEDGIE ME FOREVER JUST PLEASE AHHH LET ME OUT!” she cried. Cassie just laughed. 

“Oh Kim. I was already going to wedgie you forever. But now with this machine, it’ll be much easier and MUCH more fun. But alas I must leave you here for now. SOME us are attending class today. But I’ll be back later. Kay?”

“PLEEEASSEEEEOWWW!”

Cassie just giggled and shut the door. 

“See you in two hours, nerd!” she said as the door closed. She then skipped off to class as Kim suffered inside the machine. 

Up and down, up and down, violently she went. Kim screamed and cried her lungs out, hoisted by her own petard. The pain of the polyester rubbing so violently. The discomfort of the sloppy Joe meat and the salad and mud. The awful feeling of knowing there were worms down there. 

Up and down. Up and down. And yet her panties showed not even a single tear as they tore her up. 

The seconds were minutes. The minutes were hours. The first hour was a day. By the second hour, it’d been a week. 

Finally, after a lifetime of waiting, the machine hoisted Kim up one more time and stopped, leaving her hanging in midair. 

“Two hour torture complete,” Siri informed Kim. Kim was sobbing, in the worst pain she’d ever been in in her life. She was hurt, sore, and embarrassed. This was the worst day of her entire life. 

And it wouldn’t stop. Moments later, the door was opened, and there was Cassie. 

“How was that torture, nerd?” Kim didn’t answer, just let out huge sobs and wails. “How’s your new worm friends?” Cassie laughed. “Should I go find you some more?”

Kim shook her head no. 

“Please… I can’t take it anymore…”

“Hmm…” Cassie began playing with the screen. “Let’s see what the damage is…”

Within a few moments, the arms brought Kim back down to the ground and pulled back on her pants and panties, as if waiting for more things to be added into the nasty concoction down there. Cassie bent in and took a look - all her lunch and the mud were mixed with crushed and splattered worm fragments, all smooshed around Kim’s panties and butt cheeks and all up and down her crack. Cassie smiled. 

“Wow. Really did a number on you. And your panties have held together so well…” She gave a little tug to the side of the fabric to test it’s durability. “Impressive stuff you’ve got here Kimmy. Perfect for wedgies. Way better than stupid goo thing you had the other day.” Kim sobbed. 

“Please let me go.”

“Let you go? I just got out of school for the day and I have all afternoon to play with you now!” Cassie began fiddling with the iPad. “I wonder how many wedgies you could handle for the next few hours...” Kim let out a huge cry. 

“NO! CASSIE! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

“Yes! Please!”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes!!”

“Well, I have an idea in mind…”

“What! Name it!”

Cassie giggled mischievously…

Friday afternoon was here. The science fair. All the students of the senior class sat in the auditorium, watching presentation after presentation of baking soda volcanos and other less impressive experiments. 

“And now,” the science teacher said from his podium, “our final entry is a double team project from Cassie and Kim of class 179!” 

The student body applauded as a proud looking Cassie walked out on stage and took to the podium. Following her was Kim, who waddled uncomfortably as she pulled the wagon that carried her wedgie machine on to center stage. Kim then lifted it and placed it on stage, it’s open door facing the audience. 

“Thank you Mr. Black. Fellow students, Kim and I have built this machine together. Well, Kim built it from MY genius idea and innovation. What we present to you is the world’s first wedgie machine.”

The audience let out a laugh. 

“No, really. It has artificial intelligence programmed in to properly handle wedgie-ing each victim appropriately.”

“Interesting,” said Mr. Black, giving the machine a look. Kim stood awkwardly next to it, looking down at her feet uncomfortably. “Well, please give us a demonstration.” 

“Of course!” Cassie said. “Kim?”

Kim swallowed her pride and her dignity, knowing the consequence that awaited if she didn’t do what she had to do. She tapped into the iPad and hit some buttons. 

“Hello. How may I help you?” the Siri voice asked. 

“Set sensor,” Kim said. 

“Okay. Sensor set. What sort of mode would you like to set for alarm tripping?”

“Easy.”

“Okay. Setting sensor trip for easy response. Would you like to set a time limit?”

“One minute.”

“One minute set for an easy response to a sensor trip. Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Your settings have been set!”

With all eyes on her, Kim closed her own and paused before slowly putting her arm into the machine. 

“Motion detected, sensor triggered!” Siri said aloud. The long mechanical claw arm on a thick wire shot down from above and grabbed Kim’s arm and once again yanked her fully into the booth. 

“Initiating easy setting!” declared Siri as the other machine arm came down and grabbed her other arm, both arms linking side by side to hold her arms down in place. Finally, the big and heavy claw came down from behind, reaching into Kim’s leggings and grabbing a fistful of her orange panties and forcefully yanking her up into the air. The student body applauded. 

“See, Kim violated the sensor and thus, the machine has taken her into custody!” Cassie announced. She took the mic from its holder and walked over to the machine. As she touched the iPad, she hit a few buttons before turning to the crowd. 

“This iPad is the control center for the machine. It has multiple different settings, for example, let’s crank the setting up to medium.” She hit a button, and the machine started bouncing Kim up and down by her panties. Kim let out cries as the audience let out laughs. 

“Just one minute… just one minute…” Kim thought to herself as she was wedgied in front of her entire senior class. 

“And what’s good about this machine is the underwear sensibility it has,” Cassie continued, hitting another button. The little scanner arm came down on it and it latched on to Kim’s panties for a few moments. 

“Reading underwear material to customize...” Siri announced. The scanner finished and returned to above the booth. “Underwear material recognizes this pair as granny panties, 100% polyester, from Aerie, size large. Amount of slack in the underwear is 70%. Adjusting grip to maximize medium mode without ripping the underwear,” Siri said. The arm then went back up. 

“This scanner can understand the type of underwear Kim is wearing and how durable it is, to wedgie her appropriately WITHOUT ripping her underwear.”

“Impressive!” said Mr. Black. “Girls, I think you’re looking at A’s here. And Cassie, I think you’re looking at first prize!”

“Thank you, Mr. Black!”

“Hey!” Kim cried, but her cry was drowned out by the final bell ringing. 

“Well kids, that’s it for science fair week,” Mr. Black announced to the standing student body. “Have a good weekend everyone!” Mr. Black walked off stage and out of the auditorium. 

The students began filing out, laughing and cheering for Kim in the wedgie machine, and a lot of them taking pictures on their phones on the way out. After a few minutes, it was just Cassie and Kim alone in the auditorium. Cassie dropped the mic on the podium and walked over to the machine.  

“It’s been over a minute…” Kim said. 

“Oh I know,” Cassie laughed. “I changed the setting to manual release.”

“You- you WHAT?!” 

“Yeah, a minute wasn’t enough to showcase the machine to the student body.”

“Well fine; you got the credit and first prize. It’s over.”

“Indeed,” Cassie said. 

“What settings would you like now?” Siri asked. Kim went wide eyed. 

“What are you doing?! Get me down! We had a deal!”

“We did. For me to get you down the other day in exchange for you letting me present and win the science fair, which we did. Now the deal is compete. And you’re mine.”

“Wha? No! Cassie!”

“I think… a while on hard mode should be good.”

“NO! CASSIE! PLEASE!”

“This is what you get for messing with me,” Cassie cackled, finishing up on the iPad. “Someone should be by to release you when the cycle is over… on Monday morning.”

“NO!” 

“And after that we’re gonna keep this machine in the locker room so I have a permanent wedgie spot for you. Til then… have a good weekend, Kim.” Cassie hit “start.”

The machine started roughly bouncing Kim up and down by her panties again. 

“OW! OUCH! CASSIE NO!” Cassie just laughed, took a few more pictures, and left the auditorium. Up on stage, Kim cried and settled in for the worst weekend of her life as the machine nonstop wedgied her over and over. It was gonna be a long time until Monday morning. 

“Me and my big brain,” Kim cried to herself as the machine mercilessly wedgied her over and over, making her already sore ass crack more sore. Only a few more months until graduation and she could be away from Cassie and her wedgies forever. And only 62 more hours of nonstop wedgies until she’d be rescued. She cried as once again, her own panties became her natural enemy and her worst nightmare. 

“YOWCH!”