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.
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