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...