Girl Fight: Ling Xiaoyu vs. Julia Chang

Fight 1: Julia Chang vs. Ling Xiaoyu
On top of a large cliff face, a winged creature stood, looking out to the never-ending horizon. With its downturned horns, tattooed chest, chained arms and flame-streaked legs, there was only thing this creature was, or rather, who the creature was – Devil Jin.
Devil Jin had been to this cliff top many times before – it being somewhere where he could be left alone from the world. It was somewhere where he could keep to himself, in peace.
This peace, tonight, wasn't going to last. There was a rumble of feet behind him. Devil Jin took flight and turned to face the person who charged him, ready to kill.
To see a fifty-something year-old sumo in a black jacket and striped pants was not what Devil Jin had in mind. He expected twenty fully-armoured soldiers from G-corporation with assault rifles loaded and cocked. To see this… strange-looking person was both a surprise and an anti-climax.
Ganryu (it was obviously Ganryu) got down on his knees and called out to the dark creature. 'Excuse me… can I speak to you for a minute?'
Devil Jin smirked to himself. 'I'LL GIVE YOU TWO MINUTES TO CONVINCE ME NOT TO KILL YOU,' he snarled out to Ganryu.
'Well, I would like to talk to your human form-'
Devil Jin roared in anger, and sent out a laser jet very close to Ganryu's left. 'Okay then… how about I let you pass on the message to him?' suggested Ganryu rather stupidly. It didn't anger Devil Jin though, and it was a sign for Ganryu to continue. 'Well, it's about your friend Ling Xiaoyu-,'
'SHE'S NO FRIEND.'
'She's not? Well that makes this a whole lot easier then.' Ganryu seemed to ease up slightly. 'What do you think of her, then?'
'SHE'S JUST AN ANNOYANCE. I'D LIKE TO SEE HER DEAD,' Devil Jin snarled.
'Oh no. Don't kill her, that's no fun.'
'WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR HER THEN?'
'A little fight. One-on-one with another girl fighter.'
'THAT'S IT? THAT'S NOTHING!' he yelled, and his forehead began to glow again.
'Wait!' called Ganryu, and Devil stopped his attack. 'There's a twist to this fight. What'll happen is…'
Ganryu explained quickly what he had planned, and Devil Jin listened carefully. At the end, the creature was actually smiling.
'THAT… I LIKE. BUT WHAT IF LING XIAOYU WINS?'
'She won't. Her opponent is too strong for her. So, do you agree?'
Devil Jin thought for a few moments, before 'ALRIGHT. I'LL HELP YOU GET YOUR… VIDEO. BUT IF ANYTHING GOES WRONG, OR YOU CROSS ME IN SOME WAY, YOU DIE. UNDERSTAND?'
'Of course, of course. Now, the girl I have suggested…'
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Several days later, in China
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Moving swiftly the city, Devil Jin searched around for the Chinese fighter. Taking his time, looking through each dojo before moving to the next. It took him around twenty minutes before he found the right one, but eventually he found the place; slightly larger than the rest. 
Inside was Ling Xiaoyu, in the last minutes of her training. She had gone for her typical white tracksuit, red-and-black jacket (this currently tied around her waist) and black sports bra. Normally Devil Jin would try to take in every aspect of her style, but there was no need; that was up to someone else. For now, he just had to wait till she finished. And from the looks of things, it would happen very soon.
Sure enough, two minutes later, Ling held her stance for a few seconds, before going over to the side to get a towel. Devil Jin smiled, and prepared to make his entrance – invisibly.
Ling came back, jacket now properly on and wiping her forehead with the towel, and sat down against the wall of the dojo room. She had no idea that Devil Jin now lurked a couple of feet to her right, trying to angle his hand to the front of her tracksuits. As she rested her head against the wall, Devil Jin saw his chance.
For Ling, it was a very strange feeling and sight when she looked down to see her tracksuits be forced open slightly and her underwear to slowly come crawling upwards and out. She tried to push them back down – and that's when she felt something holding onto the front of her waistband. She started (rather awkwardly) hitting the thing holding her, but it did nothing. This unseen attacker just kept pulling. Her panties were now up to boob level, and her feet were starting to leave the ground. Desperately she aimed her fist towards where the invisible person should be standing – and her attack was caught.  'Oh, f-' she thought, as she was cut off by her feet leaving the ground. There was a loud CREAK-ing sound as her undies entered her nether-regions. She groaned out in pain, and Devil Jin finished this torture off quickly. He whacked her over the head, and she was out like a light.
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Sometime later, in an unknown location
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Xiaoyu woke up, with a feeling of cold dread running through her, a thought of isolation in her mind and the sharp pain of her panties up her crotch. She got up slowly, trying to pick out the fabric. She looked around her surroundings… to find very little. A large stretch of astroturfed land was what she stood on, and in the distance all around were stone remains of indistinguishable architect. It was freezing there, and Xiaoyu zipped up her red jacket to keep in as much heat as possible. Suddenly a voice called out from the darkness 'Walk to the centre of the arena.'
'So that's what it is,' Xiaoyu thought, and walked away from the edge to what she thought was the centre of the 'arena'. Very quickly, she could see someone else walking towards her through the darkness. As she got closer, Xiaoyu recognised her: it was a female, it was Julia Chang.
'Jules? What are you doing here?' asked the Chinese girl.
'Dunno…' said Julia. She did seem slightly dazed. '…One moment I was sitting by the edge of the forest, next thing I knew someone was holding me up by my underwear. Then I woke up here. You?'
'The same. Where - 'Xiao began, but the voice cut them off.
'Alright then. I'm going to make this very simple. The two of you are going to have a little fight, right here and now. The winner goes free. The loser goes free two hours later, after they are dealt a… forfeit. If you don't, you both suffer the forfeit. It is easy enough to understand. Do you understand?'
The two female fighters stared up towards the source, still slightly confused as to why they were there. 'Is it understood?' the voice boomed, and Julia called out 'Yes'. She went into her stance, before Xiaoyu slid into hers. Just as they were about to charge, the voice called out 'One moment. It isn't just that straight forward. You need a… well, a handicap.'
Ganryu, who was in what he called the 'master room', watched the two of them on eight different screens, from which they were being recorded. He spoke into the microphone again 'One moment.' From above the two girls, Devil Jin moved in.
Ling and Julia looked above themselves, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, Ling felt something tug at the back of her jacket, but she found no-one behind her. There was a second pull, and it was torn completely off her. Her upper body now only covered by her sports bra, Xiaoyu furiously swiped around trying to take down her mystery attacker. Suddenly, her tracksuits were grabbed from behind, and they too were torn off. A pair of light blue Hello Kitty panties shone out in the darkness, making Xiaoyu go red and cover herself, knowing the owner of the male voice could see her. Suddenly again, someone grabbed the front of her sports bra and tore it off, revealing another bra, this one matching her panties. The eighteen-year old cried out in embarrassment, before the attacker lifted her off the ground by her childish undergarment and ripped off her trainers and socks. She dropped like a rock, deep red with humiliation, picking out her panties and covering her bra-bound boobs.
Julia was still in shock by this that she didn't brace herself for her own stripping. Her red t-shirt came off in a second, followed by her blue jeans. It was then her own turn to get lifted off the ground (her panties and bra being a plain white – typical Julia) before her shoes and socks got ripped off. She landed on her feet, but went very shaky and had to crouch down before unpicking her own underwear. The two almost-naked girls stood up again, shivering in the cold. The voice then called out 'I don't see you two fighting.'
Julia and Ling stared at each other for a moment, before Ling charged at the Native American, sending a Storming flower stomach bound. It found its target, and Julia was sent flying backwards, hitting the ground butt-first. She got up, rubbing her (sweet) ass, before going into her stance and readying for the next attack. Xiaoyu sent waves of kicks and punches at her opponent, but Julia was readied by then, and defended every attack. Then, as Xiaoyu swung a front roundhouse kick at her, Julia ducked and then let rip with a skyscraper kick.
She had been aiming for Xiaoyu's chin, but she was slightly closer than on first judgment, and her foot went rising with a smash into Xiaoyu's unprotected crotch. The Chinese girl went cross-eyed as the force of the kick lifted her off the ground. One foot, two feet, three feet before Xiaoyu arced away from Julia. She flipped over in the air twice before hitting the ground boob-first. There was a silence, only to be broken by a long howl of pain from Xiaoyu. She remained in the foetal position for two minutes, cupping her fractured pussy. The voice suddenly called out 'The other player has to be knocked out in order to win.' 
On hearing this, Xiao got up, still holding her damaged vulva. 'That was low, Jules,' she sniffed, 'I'll get you back.'
'It was an accident!' Julia tried to say, but Xiaoyu attacked her again, sending a side kick flying at her. It crashed into her large breasts, sending her a few paces backwards. Julia cried out in pain, holding her D-cups and doubling up slightly. 'Eee!' was the only thing that could be heard coming from her mouth.
'Told ya,' said Xiaoyu with a smirk. Julia went back into her stance, scowling at her child-like opponent. Their eyes met, and both knew exactly what they were going to do. They rushed each other, only to go to their opponents left. Both then grabbed for their opposition's exposed underwear, and pulled.
A double sounded CREAK was heard as the fabric got stretched to limits. Two very nice asses went on display as their panties wedged deeply inside their crack. Julia and Ling gritted their teeth, tears forming around their eyes for the pain. A second pull and the fabric stretched further, making a couple of legholes tear slightly and making the two girls brace themselves for any cheap tricks from their opponent. But both Devil Jin (from above) and Ganryu (in the room) noticed Xiaoyu was struggling slightly.
'Give it up, Ling,' Ganryu said to himself, 'Your muscular strength doesn't compare to Julia's. This is where this little brawl comes to an end.' 
He was right about both statements. Xiaoyu was getting pulled backwards by Julia, who wasn't struggling at all. Julia then gave an almighty pull, bringing Xiaoyu back in front of her. The Chinese girl let go of Julia's white panties, while the twenty–year-old Native American kept hold of Xiaoyu's. She brought her free right fist into Xiao's stomach, doubling up the doomed girl. She then delivered a huge wedgie onto Ling; lifting the girl a foot off the ground. Xiaoyu squealed in pain, and cried out 'Jules, stop!', but Julia wasn't done. She grabbed hold of Xiao's pigtails with one hand, before punching her squarely in the face, knocking the girl half-unconscious. 
She then punched her in the crotch, letting another squeal out of Xiaoyu, before taking hold of her pathetic bra and pulling fiercely. It got ripped off, leaving the humiliated girl standing doubled up in just her stretched Hello Kitty panties. Julia decided to finish things off.
She grabbed Xiao by the hair, before sending a power punch into each of her bare boobs. Xiaoyu squealed in agony again, but was cut off by Julia's knee driving into her crotch. Before Ling could fall though, Julia took hold of the front of her kiddie undies. 'Pathetic,' she thought, before pulling the front of Xiao's waistband up to her B-cup boobs. The tortured girl groaned in pain, as her clitoris was cleaved in two, sending incredible pain through her body. Julia then punched her already defeated opponent in the stomach, toppling her. 
Xiaoyu lay on her front, her whole body in abject pain, and she decided to stay down – but Julia decided to make sure. She stood on both of Ling's arms, before reaching down and pulling on her underwear. 'No! Julia, don't!' cried out Xiaoyu, knowing what she was about to receive.
'Sorry Xiao, but you're too cocky for your own good, and have always gotten away with it. This has been coming a while.' She pulled harder on the Hello Kitty's, before adding 'Also, get some new underwear. You're eighteen, not eight, although you act like for most of the time.' With that, she grabbed Xiaoyu's head, before snapping the back of her panties onto the readily positioned forehead.
'Nooooooooooo!!!!' screamed Xiaoyu as she received the atomic wedgie. Julia stepped off her, unpicking her own white panties and waiting for a minutes, before smacking Xiaoyu on the head, knocking her out.
There was a deathly silence in the arena, before Julia, holding her naked self and shivering, called out 'Can I go now?'
'Congratulations Julia,' boomed the voice. 'Yes, you are free to go. One moment.'
Julia did wait for a moment, before someone hit her over the head, and she fell unconscious. Devil Jin picked her up by the back of her stretched underwear, before carrying her away in flight. Meanwhile, Ganryu had left the master room and was now walking onto the arena, towards the atomized Xiaoyu. He undid her wedgie, before giving her a massive spank. Xiaoyu woke with a start, before moaning in agony at both the pain in her body and at remembering where she was. She tried to get up, before Ganryu stepped on her, stopping any movement. Devil Jin suddenly swooped back into sight, not wasting a second of time. Xiaoyu didn't have time to look up before someone blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back in a folded fashion.
Ganryu then stepped off her, and Devil Jin took over. He grabbed hold of the front and back of her panties. 'PATHETIC,' thought Devil Jin, before going into flight. Her panties drove viciously into her nether regions and up between cheeks as she left the ground. Devil Jin lifted her around fifty feet into the ground, before squeaky cleaning her once, just as a taste. Xiaoyu cried in agony, begging her attacker to stop, but Devil Jin had literally only just begun. He repeated the process: front, back, front, back, front, back… Xiaoyu's underwear was becoming thinner and thinner, and there was a definite taste of cotton inside Xiaoyu's mouth. She squealed with every tug, feeling fabric between what was an enormous cameltoe and a completely bare backside.
For two hours, Devil Jin squeaky cleaned Xiaoyu, doing exactly what his technique said. Xiaoyu's bare legs had gone numb from the cold and from being rocked backwards and forwards by the pendulum movement. Her crushed pussy and crack had gone numb with pain, and both the front and back of her underwear were level with each other just above her chin. Devil Jin relaxed, and flew back down to Earth, where Ganryu was waiting, and a magazine in hand. On looking up, he asked 'Done?' Devil Jin nodded, holding her aloft by her pigtails (Ling didn't even have the energy to moan). 'Alright then. Bring her to where she would want to go.'
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EPILOGUE
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Julia stirred, and looked around. She was lying against the tree she had been kidnapped from, although it was much later in the day now. She got up slowly, and suddenly felt her underwear inside her crotch. Both legholes were snapped onto her shoulders, and had split her lips in two. Julia groaned in agony, and slowly peeled her underwear off the top of her arms, before collapsing in pain to massage her groin. 'I'll feel that tomorrow,' she muttered to herself, unpicking her panties out of her ass yet again that day. She then turned and walked, with a slight limp, away from the forest towards what she currently called civilization.
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Two Hours Later
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Xiaoyu woke up to the feeling of her entire body in pain. An odd sense of floating came over her, and she looked down. From the slowly rising sun, she could see the frame of a couple of large metal contraptions. Groggily, she looked around – and saw behind the majority of a large metal tower. The feeling of agonizing sharp pain into her pussy came back to her, and as she turned to see what her childish underwear was caught on. She gasped in horror: it was attached, by a rope either side, to one of the seats of a drop tower. She stared down the two hundred feet for any signs of life – and sure enough, one of the attendants was walking into the tower control room, to give it a test run for any faults.
Xiaoyu, horror creeping into her, shouted down to where he entered, but no response; she was too high up. Suddenly, there was a whir of machinery, and the row of seats – with the terrified Xiao attached – dropped. The force and speed of the ride brought Xiaoyu out of her wedgie completely, and she was almost lifted free of her underwear, but unfortunately the shape kept her legs inside the holes. As Ling hurtled towards the ground, she braced herself for what was to come. Unable to scream, there was no way of signalling to anyone she was hooked onto the ride. Suddenly, the 'test run' came to an abrupt end. The rope lost its slack, the ground stopped approaching and Xiaoyu had her panties forced back inside her. 
There was the biggest CREAK yet, and several loud pinging noises, as her garment ripped along the sides and in the middle; somehow, however, it remained intact. Her crotch, temporarily spared of the fabric pressed inside it, had itself forced open again as the underwear sliced into her most sensitive body part, going deeper than ever before. Her ass had its cheeks spread apart before the back of her stretched, ripped and over-large panties cleaved into her crack. Her body whipped down below her undies, and the force of the drop brought a little recoil. She bounced upwards (panties still lodged fiercely inside of her), before dropping again into the hanging wedgie. This bounce, however, finally did what the massive drop didn't do; it tore off her panties completely. Weakened from the fall and torture they received from Ganryu, Julia and Devil Jin, the very thin legholes finally snapped, sending the paralysed-with-pain Xiaoyu crashing ten feet or so to the floor.
The attendant ran out to below the ride, wondering where the thump he heard came from. He shrugged and went back the control room. Xiaoyu was curled up in a ball, clutching her shattered and crushed pussy and making gasping sounds of pain (the drop seemed to have made her lose her voice). It was a very long time before she moved and before the feeling in her smashed groin wasn't just that of white-hot pain.

Wedgie mastery of Ling Xiaoyu and Miharu.

There was no mistaking it: Hwoarang had seen a flash of someone go towards the girls changing rooms. ‘Who was it though?’ he said to himself, ‘OK think about it... female, looked seventeen-ish, red hair... Miharu!’ Hwoarang knew she would help Ling down. Then he realised something... and smiled wickedly. ‘Oh this will be fun...’

            Meanwhile, Miharu was walking to the girls changing rooms, wondering whether or not Xiaoyu would be ready to go. As she pushed open the door, she opened her mouth to call out to her best friend – only for it to remain agape in horror of the sight in front of her. Ling was stripped down to just her pink Hello kitty panties, hanging from a coat-hook by the back of her legholes, her mouth gagged and her arms taped behind her. Tears were streaming down her childish face.

            ‘Xiao!’ cried out the red-head, and rushed over to her. Xiao looked with desperation in her eyes, as if to say GET ME DOWN THIS HURTS LIKE F***! Miharu reached for the hook Ling was on, but couldn’t reach. As she did this, Hwoarang came quietly back into the changing room, and saw her doing so. ‘Now or never,’ he thought, and stepped towards her. Miharu suddenly turned to the left and walked over out of view. ‘She’s gonna get a chair,’ were his thoughts, and moved as quickly and stealthily as possible. The girl hurried to the corner to the chair source. Xiao, from her perch, saw the masked Hwoarang coming, and immediately started grunting and shaking her legs (further deepening the wedgie).

            ‘Give me a minute, Xiao!’ said Miharu, bending towards the chair, oblivious to the fact that Hwoarang was right behind, two more pieces of duct tape ready. With one, he covered Miharu’s mouth – which immediately put her hands to his arm. Just as before, Hwoarang got out of her grip and taped her arms behind her back, leaving the sixteen year old as helpless as her equally aged friend. Deciding to play a bit longer, Hwoarang took hold of her chequered skirt and tore it off, revealing her purple cotton panties, which had a yellow flower on the front and back.

            ‘Another girl with childish underwear,’ he said to himself, ‘Humiliation is all you deserve, bitch!’ He turned her around to face her, took hold of the front of the undies, and PULLED. Miharu let out a muffled squeal, as she was immediately garnished with a huge cameltoe. The fabric stretched upwards as it sliced her pussy lips in two. Hwoarang put one hand on her shoulder to keep her on the ground, all the while pulling her ridiculous panties further towards her hair and harder against her clitoris. Xiao looked on as her friend was forced closer and closer into an atomic Melvin. And in a brisk movement, Hwoa snapped them onto the back of her head. He then immediately grabbed hold of the crotch part of her creaking panties and lifted her off the ground. Miharu groaned, and shook her head furiously, in hope they would snap off. Hwoa, grinning with glee, carried her over to the coathooks next to Xiaoyu’s, and hung her from the thin front of her panties.

            There was a great creak as Miharu had all support firmly placed on her ****. She waved her legs furiously – which made Hwoarang realise she still had most of her clothes on. ‘Nothing personal, Miha,’ thought Hwoarang. He grabbed hold of her legs and pulled off her shoes and knee-socks. He then took hold of her school top, and slowly tore it off, first down the middle and then the arms. Once this had gone, he considered leaving on her bra, but screwed that idea. It came off in two pulls, leaving the tortured red-head as clothed as her black haired friend. Hwoarang then got out his camera again, and photographed her 13 times also: 6 front, 6 back, one full figure. He then just stood there, and contemplated his work, watching the two girls struggle with their underpants. The front of Xiaoyu’s undies was putting pressure on the bottom of her breasts, and had ripped slightly around the sides. Miharu’s were in perfect, albeit stretched, condition. Blood Talon looked at them a few moments longer – and had his third brainwave of the day. He went out through the changing room doors, and came back two minutes later. Xiaoyu and Miharu (just from her position) saw what was in his hand, and immediately felt the terror once again go through them.

            A sturdy piece of rope, about ten feet long.

            First, he went over to a set of locker beyond the two girls, and tied one end to the higher set, then dropped the rest of it. He then went over, and lifted Xiaoyu off her perch, went over to Miharu and did the same. He dropped them too: Miharu came out of her atomic Melvin with a snap. They both lay on the floor in quiet agony, their underwear still rammed up their special areas. Hwoarang then picked up Miharu, and weaved the rope through the back of her legholes, while forcing her to stand (she did so with great pain). He then turned his attention to Ling, picking her up and weaving the rope around the front of her legholes. He then pulled hard on the rope, making Xiao’s pink panties and Miharu’s purple undies jerk upwards, forcing them straight on their tip-toes. He gave a second pull – this lifted them for a second time off the ground by their underwear. He wrapped off the other end of the rope to the opposite lockers, before revealing a second piece of rope: this he tied from the middle of the first rope to the light-bulb  to separate the two. He then stood back, and marvelled.

            Miharu was now in a regular hanging wedgie – due to the force of the Melvin she had received, her panties were already pushing against her breasts (which, like Xiao’s, were only a B-cup): her limp toes were about a foot away from the ground. Xiaoyu, on the other hand was now in the hanging Melvin, and had her pussy lips split open. She also had stretched underwear, leaving her flailing feet around 14-inches off the ground. Hwoarang smiled – and couldn’t help notice the lump in his trousers. He took his camera, and took six photos of them - three from one sides and three from the other. He then gathered up his gear, took Miharu’s clothes and threw them in Xiao’s bag, took her bag and went out the door. He locked it with a copy of the school master key, and left the two girls in their own torture room.

            Epilogue: At six-fifteen, he returned to the school, unlocking as few doors as necessary, and went back into the changing rooms. Both their panties had ripped, although it was obviously recently, as they hadn’t got up yet. Both were lying on the floor, groaning underneath the duct tape. They didn’t even look up when he came in. He grinned and said, muffled under his mask, ‘Enjoy the walk home ladies.’ He then turned and left the school again. As he walked past the flats Xiao and Miharu lived, he smiled at a large throng of people at an outside party on the other side of the road. He put his hand in his pocket, and withdrew the several hundred dollars: Ganryu was very impressed with the photos he had taken, as well as a video he had hidden in the changing room.

            ‘You know what,’ he thought, walking over to his bike, ’I think I’ll do the sumo a couple of other favours...’ He mounted the bike, and added ‘Just if he needs some help.’ With that, he drove off.

Wedgie mastery of Ling Xiaoyu.

Two weeks had passed since Julia Chang’s humiliation wedgie: the pictures Ganryu took went on the net with his return home. She couldn’t show her face for a week after that, staying at home with Michelle. This worked out perfectly for Ganryu: it seemed to soften her up, and she finally accepted one of his date requests. At the moment in time, he felt very good about himself. He walked almost with a swagger down the streets (a dangerous thing for a sumo to do), and was perfectly content and guiltless with what he did: it almost felt good for him.

This feeling happened for the third time after the wedgie, and left him unaware of his surroundings when he walked down the street. This came back to get him, when he accidently knocked someone over:

            ‘Hey, watch it jerk!’ came a high-pitched voice from the ground. Ganryu broke out of his trance and looked down. A young girl, in the Mishima School uniform, was angrily getting to her feet, with a second girl in the same attire helping her up, who looked equally angry. The one he knocked over looked familiar: the small black pigtails had been seen before.

            ‘Watch where you’re going fatty!’ said the other girl, ‘Xiao, are you ok?’

            Ling Xiaoyu! thought Ganryu, She entered the last tournament... thats right.

            ‘I will be, when I kick his fat ass!’ yelled Xiaoyu, which brought Ganryu out of his thoughts with a jolt. Before he could react, she sent the sole of her right foot into his chin. He barely felt it, but it unsteadied him. Without a pause, Xiaoyu drove her other foot into his balls.

            THAT, he did feel. He doubled up, clutching his crown jewels. A few other students saw this, and started to point and laugh. Both Xiaoyu and Miharu gave the scene its finishing touch, and sent their palms into his chin, spiralling him backwards into the wire fence behind him. The crowd cheered, and the two sixteen year old girls high-fived.

            ‘Thanks for that, sumo-boy!’

            ‘Jeez, he’s dumb. Doesn’t he know you were in that tournament...?’

            The voices went out of audibility, leaving Ganryu humiliated in the dirt. He lay there for a minute, before a man walked up to him.

            ‘You alright?’ He was a fairly muscly, red haired teenager. He also had on a Mishima School uniform. Ganryu recognised him immediately: Hwoarang the Blood talon.

            ‘I’m fine,’ said Ganryu shortly, getting to his feet.

            ‘Do you need anything? Asked the Korean.

            The bruised sumo looked at him slyly, and asked ‘What do you think of Ling Xiaoyu?’

            ‘I don’t like her, she’s really annoying. She’s sixteen, but acts like a ten year old. Why?’

            ‘You can do something for me. You can do me a favour...’

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            As the final bell of the school day tolled at 3:30, all day students swarmed out of the school. Ling had plans of her own – she had decided to go for a swim in the school’s pool – mainly because no-one else did, and the school didn’t officially close until five. Miharu would be back at the school at 4:15, giving her a good chunk of personal relaxation, as well as peace of mind – although she didn’t know it.

            After about half an hour, she got out and went to the changing rooms. As she slid out of her dark blue two-piece, Hwoarang steathly snuck in from the pool area, his head covered by a Ghostface mask. He watched for a couple of minutes, one hand in the front of his pants unintentionally (she was drying herself). She then clipped on her pink bra, which seemed to have a pattern on it, and slid into matching panties. This was his cue: he quietly walked up towards her, and as she bent down for her skirt, he took one of two pieces of prepared duct tape, and covered her mouth with it.

            Xiaoyu immediately grabbed one of his hands in defence, but Hwoarang was stronger and released her grip. He then forced her arms behind her back, in a folded fashion, and with the second bit of duct tape tied them there.

            ‘What are you doing?’ cried Xiaoyu – at least that’s what she planned to say. It was beyond comprehension. Hwoarang then calmly took hold of the back of her panties, and yanked upwards. Xiao let out a muffled squeal as she felt the cotton between her small cheeks. Hwoarang smiled to himself: ‘God, this is easy. I should do this more often.’ He bounced her for a bit, listening to her creaking underwear - and noticed the pattern on said underwear. He stared in disbelief: ‘Hello Kitty underpants?!’ There was no mistaking that white face. And I thought she just acted like a ten year old. ‘I think i’ll have some fun.’ With a hidden grin he grabbed the front of her embarrassing undies and gave a hard jerk*. She let out another squeal, and then a groan: the Melvin had lifted her off the ground. Hwoarang then proceeded to steadily squeaky-clean her, pulling one end then the other, leaving Ling with a very hurt peach and crack.

            For about ten minutes he tormented her, pulling with a bit more intent every minute. Finally, he stopped and paused to relax his arms, letting her toes brush the floor. He held her in a Melvin for a few moments, thinking how to humiliate her further. Suddenly it clicked to him: a perfect finishing touch. With his free hand he ripped off her bra, putting her B-sized breasts on display. He then carried her to the coathooks opposite the door to the pool, and hung her off the highest one by the back of her slightly stretched panties. Xiaoyu, red with utter embarrassment and sobbing from the pain, went limp, in hope that it would decrease the agony. Hwoarang didn’t care if it did or didn’t: he took hold of her skinny legs and pulled. The Chinese girl let out another set of pained moans, and hung her head. Hwoarang stopped, smirked to himself, and took out his camera. After about six butt shots and crotch shots each, and one full figure pic, he left her hanging. ‘I can’t wait for my payment’ he said to himself as he re-entered the pool area I might even think about – ‘wait, who’s that?’

To be continued...

Wedgie mastery of Julia Chang.

Through the trees of a fairly dense deciduous forest, walked a young Native American fighter. She was dressed in her usual attire: blue denim jeans, red tennis shoes, reddish-black skimpy t-shirt and fingerless gloves. Her hair, braided in a ponytail, bobbed out behind her. She gazed around her surroundings in awe: her love of the beauty of nature was all too evident. She closed her eyes and let the wind blow by her: I will never get tired of this, she said to herself. Julia reopened her eyes, and walked to a small patch of flowers in the corner of the clearing.

          Meanwhile nearby, something wandered along that would ruin the moment for her. A hugely fat man, dressed in a black jacket and striped trousers trudged through the woods – the rather pathetic sight of Ganryu.  The sumo was feeling pretty down – he had another rejection from his dream woman Michelle Chang:

          ‘Please, Michelle, give me a chance!’

          ‘How many times must I say no before it gets into that thick skull of yours!’

          ‘I can change! What can I do to please you?’

          ‘Get out of my sight, and never get back in it!’

          ‘But I can’t do that...’

          ‘You will, or I’ll get a restraining order on your ass!’

With that, she stormed off, leaving Ganryu to hit a miserable mood.

That had been thirty minutes ago, outside the forest and it still pierced his heart. He didn’t understand: he tried so hard to win Michelle’s heart, all for nought. She just turned away every gift and every offer of his. And quite frankly he was fed up – of rejection and of Michelle’s thread of insults. I have to get back at her, he thought, and pondered for a few moments.

          As he reached the edge of the clearing, he looked and saw Julia, bending down to some flowers. So that’s Michelle’s daughter – she looks good, very naturally pretty. Wait... he slapped himself around the head: Why keep coming back to Michelle, she’s never going to fall for you. He stared with some contempt at the girl in front of him, trying to forget the past revolving around his woman. As he did this, Julia walked around the flowers slightly, and bent down again, her back to the sumo. It was here that Ganryu saw something out of the ordinary – a small patch of white fabric above her blue jeans. A sudden plan formulated in his head, consisting of something he’d never seen or done before.

          Wedgie time.

He slowly walked over right to the edge of the clearing, taking in his surroundings, the distance between them and his own position. Julia made his job a lot easier all of a sudden: she got up again, and turned herself with her back against the edge of the clearing, which was about four feet away from her. A blissful smile was etched across her face, no idea of the wrestler behind her. Ganryu, in position, slowly reached out his left hand, breathed deeply... and covered Julia’s mouth completely, pulling her upright. The 18 year old girl gave a cry of surprise, muffled almost completely by Ganryu, who calmly reached down to the struggling fighter’s waistline. He took the hem of her white panties in his right hand, and yanked viciously upwards.

The fabric moved with ease, wedging deeply between her sweet ass cheeks. The legholes around arched upwards also. Julia gasped in pain, and tried to force the cotton back into her crack: Ganryu was having none of it. He pulled harder on her underwear, lifting her off the ground by an inch. The victim let out a groan from underneath his left hand as she felt the back of her waistband touch her neck and the front of it crawl past her belly button. The sumo was thoroughly enjoying himself, and decided to humiliate the Native American girl a little more. Putting all his weight behind his gripped right hand, he pulled up, and up... and as smoothly as he could, snapped her durable undies over her eyes. He then grabbed onto both of her arms, and forced them out in front of her. Quickly, he took out a sumo belt (he always had one on him) and tied them up. He then stood back, watching her squirm.

Julia had never been so embarrassed in her whole life. Her panties, 99% of the time stationary, were wedged between her butt cheeks in a vicious and incredibly painful atomic wedgie. The feeling of the cotton fabric rubbing slightly against her crotch was also known to her. And with her hands tied, there was nothing to spare her from her torment. Ohhhh, this hurts so muuuuuch... what have i done to deserve this? However, Ganryu wasn’t finished with her. Oh no.

He pulled her over to him after a minute or so and slowly arched her underwear off her forehead. The sides of the legholes creaked and ripped slightly, but they were still intact. Ganryu then picked her up by her panties, and carried her over to a nearby tree (Julia, still in heavy pain, didn’t see this). There was a branch, about six feet up and about half a foot thick on said tree. The sumo smiled, bounced her couple of times (her groin was really under pressure now) then lifted her up and hung her by the middle of her panties*. He then turned and slunk back out of the clearing momentarily. It was too much for Julia: she let out a scream of agony, and hung her arms in defeat.

Still out of her eye line, Ganryu came back into the clearing with a camera around his neck. He then reached out, and tugged at the girl’s jeans, eventually sliding them down to her ankles. It was during this movement that the tense fabric finally slide between Julia’s soft, sensitive pussy lips, putting on view a supreme cameltoe and her reddening butt cheeks. Julia had tears running down her face, it hurt so much. Her stretching and slow-ripping underwear was creaking with her weight, and digging further still between her round buns. Ganryu, completely calm about the situation, took up the camera and photographed a dozen or so of her throbbing lady parts and ass. Then just before he left, he raised his hand and gave her one massive spank: Julia cried out, begging her torturer to let her down. But Ganryu had gone, leaving the young girl to hang by her white, taut panties, swaying slightly in the breeze. It was going to be a long seventy minutes for her before the sides of her underpants finally gave out...