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The Hardest 26 Dollars an Hour

Part 1

Make Her Earn It

Alexandra was a babysitter. Babysitting paid well these days, and she needed the money, with gas prices what they were. She had a kind of policy though, she never babysat anyone that was older than 13. She figured after 13, they resented babysitting and were in general a pain.

That policy was compromised with Mr. Fabrice. He had two daughters, and paid extremely well. Though the daughters were 14 and 15, about three years younger than her, Alexandra always accepted the jobs he gave her with pleasure, taking into account the twenty-seven dollars an hour he paid her.

The daughters, Rodriga and Cassandra Fabrice, weren’t bratty either. They didn’t mind having a babysitter. On the business trips their dad took on the weekends, they understood that they needed someone to make sure they didn’t burn the house down. Alexandra regarded them as extremely mature, and treated them as equals. It was the easiest twenty-six dollars an hour she had ever made, in her opinion.

So when Mr. Fabrice called, Alexandra was quick to accept the hours of nine a.m. to ten p.m. She cheerfully hung up the phone, and knew that soon, she would finally be able to afford the new computer she had been saving up for.

Saturday came quickly, and Alexandra soon found herself ringing Mr. Fabrice’s doorbell. After waiting at the door for five minutes and ringing it again, he came out in a rush.

“Hello Alexandra, I’m quite late. Make yourself at home as usual, the money’s on the table. I’ll give you extra on Sunday if you happen to have to stay a little later.” He didn’t wait for a response, but rushed past her, briefcase in hand, to his car.

Alexandra entered the house, which was quite like a mansion, considering it was so big and only had three occupants. Cassandra and Rodriga were in the family room, watching TV. They greeted her as they usually did, and Alexandra smiled as she usually did, then went directly to what she came here for, the money.

Cassandra and Rodriga had known for quite some time now that the money was the only reason Alexandra came. Not that they usually minded, but they knew what she was getting paid, and knew that Alexandra was getting easy money because they weren’t giving her any trouble.

“Well,” Rodriga had said to Cassandra the day before, “Let’s make her earn her money…”

The first few hours passed quickly, with Rodriga and Cassandra talking in low voices about how Alexandra was going to spend her evening while pretending to watch TV. Not that they needed to talk low, Alexandra happened to be upstairs in the guest room reading with her portable CD player on full volume.

The girls decided to strike after lunch. Then they would have plenty of time to have some fun.

Lunch and dinner was usually pizza, and no one saw any reason not to change that. Today was no different, with Alexandra coming down around twelve and picking up the phone. She didn’t have to ask the girls what toppings they wanted anymore, she already knew.

After the pizza came, Alexandra went back upstairs without saying a word to resume her reading. Rodriga and Cassandra waited for ten minutes, then snuck up the stairs after her.

The door to the reading room was open. Luckily enough, Alexandra had chosen the chair that had its back facing to the door. Cassandra, with a length of rope in her hand, crept up from behind the chair, then lowered the rope down quickly and jerked back, forced Alexandra’s arms to the chair. Alexandra dropped her book in surprise and let out a yell of shock. Cassandra tied her securely to the chair as Rodriga came forward and unbuttoned Alexandra’s jeans.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Alexandra screamed. “Let me go! I’m your babysitter!”

“Well it looked like you’re the babysat now,” Rodriga laughed, jerking Alexandra’s jeans off in a couple of tugs. Alexandra was wearing light green briefs with little frogs on them.

“How cute.” Rodriga smirked.

Alexandra was now kicking and yelling when Cassandra yelled “Shut up right now or you’ll be sorry!”

Alexandra quieted. “That’s better.” Rodriga said. “I was afraid we were going to have to gag you.”

“Untie me right now!” Alexandra said. “Or else your father-”

“Our father won’t hear a word” said Cassandra. “Unless you want certain photographs of this incident being circulated around your school…”

Alexandra didn’t know what to say. Rodriga took her hands and bound her wrists tightly with rope. Cassandra was tying her ankles loosely so she could walk but couldn’t run. “OK Cass, we can untie her arms now.”

Rodriga untied Alexandra from the chair, then grabbed her shoulders roughly and lifted her to her feet. “Now you’re gonna walk, but first, to show we mean business, how about a little wedgie?”

“No!” Alexandra shrieked. “Nooo!”

But this didn’t stop Rodriga. She grabbed onto Alexandra’s light green panties and pulled up, bringing Alexandra on her tiptoes. She was letting out little gasps to relieve the pain.

“But that’s not all!” Cassandra said. “Ever heard of a melvin?” Without waiting for an answer, Cassandra tugged on the front of Alexandra’s panties and pulled them up as far as they could go. Alexandra squealed in pain.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked, with her eyes filling with tears.

“We think you should earn your money for a change!” Cassandra laughed.

Alexandra’s panties were wedgied tightly up her crack and her pussy. She could feel the cotton material in her ass. She was on her tiptoes, and she didn’t know if she could stand like that much longer. She wriggled her wrists in desperation, but they were tightly bound in front of her. She was tempted to pick her melvin, but she was afraid of what the girls might do.

“Ok Alex, time for the Wedgie March!” Rodriga said.

“What’s the Wedgie March?” Alexandra asked, very much afraid.

“You’re about to find out…” Rodriga smiled. It wasn’t a comforting smile.

End of Part 1, to be continued in Part 2

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The Wedgie Guru

The Hardest 26 Dollars an Hour

Part 2

The Joys of Marching and Bungee Jumping

Alexandra was about to find out just what the Wedgie March was. She was standing there, her ankles loosely tied together, and her wrists tightly bound in front of her. Her jeans were in the corner of the room, and she stood there in her light green briefs with little frogs on them and a tight white tank top. She was wedgied firmly and had a Melvin reaching up to her mid-stomach.

“Ok Alex, lets go!” Rodriga said, tugging at the back of Alexandra’s panties and pushing her slightly forward. She had really no choice but to walk. So she walked out of the reading room on her tiptoes, with Rodriga keeping a constant pull on her panties. They were on the second floor, and Rodriga led her to the top of the steps.

“Where’s Cassandra?” asked Alexandra, craning her neck behind her.

“She’s getting ready for the next portion of your work.” Rodriga laughed. “Now down the steps you go!”

Alexandra had no problem going down the steps until she took a few steps down. Rodriga purposely lagged behind, and every step down they took was like a sharp, sudden wedgie.

“Ah…ah…” Alexandra hissed. Her wedgie was getting larger and tighter with every step.

“Oh woops, dropped something!” Rodriga said, backing up a couple of steps in search of a pretend item. This pulled sharply on Alexandra’s briefs and dragged her almost off her feet. Alexandra squealed in pain.

Rodriga laughed and they continued slowly down the steps. When they reached the bottom Alexandra was relieved. She was still on her tiptoes, and her legs were getting tired. But every time she tried to put her heels down, Rodriga pulled up sharply on her panties, wedging them further up her crack.

Alexandra was walked on her tiptoes to the top of the basement steps. Alexandra’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Another set of stairs?” she asked incredulously.

“Yep!” Rodriga said cheerfully. “Down we go!”

Another set of stairs almost killed Alexandra. Not only was her wedgie getting tighter and tighter, but fabric was being pulled from her melvin to her wedgie, meaning that she had a burning sensation in her crotch. She was almost in tears as she reached the bottom. But Rodriga wasn’t done yet. She walked Alexandra around the basement on her tiptoes, and then walked her back to the bottom of the stairs.

“I don’t get it,” Alexandra whined. “What do you mean so I earn my money?”

“Let’s put it this way, honey,” Rodriga smiled. “I work at Alberto’s, and I do a hell of a lot more work that you. Instead of reading and listening to CDs, I actually have to work, and I get paid only eight bucks an hour. So you better EARN your twenty-six dollars an hour. We’re tired of you getting a lot of money for nothing!”

Alexandra didn’t have time to think about this, as Rodriga started to turn them both around in an about face. Alexandra was confused for a moment, then realized she wouldn’t get the relief she thought she would get going up the stairs, as now she was going up them backwards!

Rodriga put some real force into going up the stairs. Even though Alexandra was practically scrambling up them as fast as she could to prevent more wedgies, Rodriga practically dragged Alexandra up the stairs to the first floor. Several times Alexandra lost her footing and her wedgie tightened considerably.

After the basement stairs came the next set of stairs. Alexandra thought she was going to die as she was led to them on her tiptoes. She was dragged up to the second floor, and over to the railing, where Cassandra was waiting with a huge smile plastered on her lips. Next to her was a chair laden with huge encyclopedias, a long bungee cord loosely looped around the back.

Alexandra was thinking about this contraption as Rodriga began to untie her legs. Alexandra shockingly realized what she was in for as Cassandra took a pair of bikini cut panties and told her to step into them.

“Why?” Alexandra asked. Rodriga responded by tugging up on the back of her panties sharply. She lifted Alexandra off the ground for a good five seconds. Alexandra kicked a little and squealed as she felt the cotton material invade her ass even farther. Rodriga let her back on her tiptoes. Alexandra asked no more questions and stepped into the panties. Cassandra slid them up over her already wedgied light green briefs.

“100% polyester!” Cassandra said cheerfully. “They won’t rip!”

Rodriga passed the bungee cord through the back of Alexandra’s leg holes, and then tied a tight knot on the back of the chair. “Is it a sturdy chair?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Cassandra said.

“And is it weighed down enough?”

“Try to move it.”

Rodriga pushed at it, and it didn’t budge. “Look’s good. I tied a knot I found in a book too, won’t come undone.”

“You’re spoiling the moment.” Cassandra complained.

“Hey, I just want to make sure it’s all safe. We’re not here to break her legs.”

Cassandra looked thoroughly annoyed at Rodriga. “Just teach Alexandra how to bungee jump.”

Rodriga sneered at Cassandra, and then lifted Alexandra over the side of the railing. “Please no! Please!” Alexandra begged. She started to kick and struggled futilely at her wrist bonds.

“They say bungee jumping is exciting,” Rodriga said. “Be sure to tell us how it went!” With that, she pushed Alexandra over the railing. Alexandra plummeted for a heart-stopping second, then with a jerk on the chair (which didn’t even budge, it was so heavy), and a tightening of the bungee cord, Alexandra stopped in midair. It was then she let out an ear-piercing shriek.

“Ooooweeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Alexandra yelled. The purple bikinis shot up her crack, adding to her existing wedgie, and a sudden burning sensation in her crack told Alexandra she was experiencing major pain. Back up in the air she went, and then came back down hard on her panties. This process repeated a couple of times, until finally Alexandra was still in the air, her shrieking subsiding and the air filled with faint moans of pain.

“Haha! It worked!” Cassandra yelled. “I knew it!” She and Rodriga high-fived.

“Please let me down!” Alexandra yelled, now in a killer hanging wedgie. She swung slowly back and forth, her panties wedgied up in her ass. She could not only feel the bikinis in her crack, but her original briefs were now so far in she could barely feel them anymore. She kicked with her bare feet and struggled to free her wrists from the tight bonds, but she only made her unbearable wedgie worse. She was dieing to pick it and get free, but she could only struggle and feel the pain in her ass.

“Why don’t you just hang out for a while, like you usually do when you babysit…” Rodriga laughed.

“Now who’s the babysat and who’re the babysitters?” Cassandra giggled. “Does wittle Awexandwa wike her wedgie?” She asked in baby-talk. “At least with those purple bikinis on, it covers up her preteen little girl panties. Seriously Alex, get some new panties! Light green with frogs? Come on…”

“But first…” Rodriga said, pulling up a chair to Alexandra and standing on it. “Let’s shut you up.”

Alexandra opened her mouth to protest as Rodriga stuffed a dirty sock in her mouth and really packed it in there. Alexandra could taste the sweaty gym sock. Then Rodriga ripped off a long strip of duct tape and plastered it evenly over her lips. Alexandra “Mmmpphed!” into her gag, but not a loud or intelligible sound could be heard.

“And to make sure you can’t rip your gag off…” Rodriga said, taking Alexandra’s wrists. She wrapped duct tape all around Alexandra’s hands and fingers until they were securely wrapped and couldn’t be used to any extent.

Cassandra and Rodriga, laughing, went into the family room to watch some TV as Alexandra “hung out”.

Alexandra struggled against her bonds, and kicked her long, bare legs in the air. Her wedgie sank deeper into her crack. “Mmmpph!” she screamed. She desperately wanted to pick her wedgie or somehow get down from the agonizing hanging wedgie, but she was only able to taste the dirty, sweaty gym sock in her mouth and feel the wedgie in her ass. She “Mmmphed!” in defiance, and continued to struggle.

End of Part 2, to be continued in Part 3

The Wedgie Guru

Part 3

The Unexpected

(Unless you’re the intuitive type)

Rodriga and Cassandra, after watching their favorite show, went back to the edge of the stairs. Alexandra still hung there by her purple bikini panties, kicking and struggling in a futile attempt to dislodge the sock in her mouth held their by duct tape and to break free of her bonds. Her humiliating day had just got worse and worse, ending with the hanging wedgie.

Rodriga deftly grabbed Alexandra’s legs, holding them still. Then Cassandra wrapped rope tightly around her ankles, tightly binding her legs together.

“Alexandra, are you ticklish?” asked Rodriga once Cassandra had finished.

“MMM! Mmmph!” Alexandra screamed into her gag.

“Right then,” Cassandra said.

“Wait!” Rodriga put her hand out to stop Cassandra. “We should take her gag off first. She could choke on that sock.”

“Ugh! But it wouldn’t be as funny!” Cassandra yelled.

“Listen Cassandra, I don’t think you understand!”

“Shut up, bitch!” Cassandra said. That was all it took for Rodriga to jump on her sister. Alexandra watched in interest to the two girls fighting. It didn’t take long for Cassandra, the stronger of the two, to have Rodriga on her back.

“How would you like a wedgie?” asked Cassandra. “I thought you might want to know how it feels!”

Cassandra’s knees pinned Rodriga’s shoulders and arms. Cassandra leaned forward and slipped her hand under Rodriga’s jeans to grab a hold of a baby blue thong. Cassandra laughed, then pulled and leaned back.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” squealed Rodriga. Her thong shot up her ass like a bullet, and dug into her crotch a little. Rodriga squirmed, but to no avail. “Let me go!” she yelled.

“After you learn your place!” Cassandra laughed. She had some fun leaning forward, then jerking back. Rodriga experienced constant jerks of her wedgie, and her crack felt like it was on fire.

“Please! Please!” Rodriga yelled.

“You like that?” Cassandra asked, picking up the length of rope beside her. She looped the rope through the thong, then took one of Rodriga’s hands and tied it to the rope. She did the same to the other one, and then got off Rodriga.

Rodriga stood up slowly, then tried to free her hands, only managing to make the wedgie tighter and even worse. “Untie me!” she yelled.

Cassandra laughed, then took another length of rope. She tied it to the stair post and then to the rope that bound Rodriga. “That should keep you from bothering me for a while…” Cassandra said.

“Oh I almost forgot!” Cassandra smiled wickedly and took the roll of duct tape nearby and wrapped it around Rodriga’s head five or six times. Rodriga felt its tightness around her head. Her cheeks felt like they were being pulled together, and there was no way she could speak.

“Mmmph!” Rodriga yelled into her gag. Cassandra just smiled, then turned back to Alexandra.

Alexandra began to struggle, deepening her already immensely huge wedgie. “Oh yeah!” Cassandra said, “You’re ticklish!”

Cassandra grabbed Alexandra’s bound ankles with one hand, then tickled the bottoms of her feet with the other. “MMMMM!!! MMMMMM!!!” Alexandra laughed into her gag. Her whole body shook, making the hanging wedgie almost unbearable.

Cassandra laughed, and continued to tickle Alexandra for almost five minutes, until tears of laughter rolled down Alexandra’s cheeks.

Cassandra thought that was enough, then walked upstairs to the chair holding the bungee cord. “You wanna be let down?” she asked. Alexandra nodded vigorously. Cassandra undid the bungee cord, then slowly let Alexandra down.

Suddenly she jerked the cord back up, and was pleased with the scream of “MMMmph!”

“I had to do that,” Cassandra laughed, letting Alexandra the rest of the way down. She collapsed onto the ground, then started to struggle, to try to relieve her wedgie, which wasn’t constant anymore, but still unbelievably tight.

As Cassandra passed Rodriga going downstairs she pulled up on Rodriga’s thong. Cassandra continued down the stairs, then untied Alexandra’s ankles, and retied them loosely.

“Stand up,” Cassandra ordered, then grabbed Alexandra’s light green briefs and hoisted her up. Alexandra moaned into her gag.

“Time for another Wedgie March upstairs!” Cassandra said. She checked the clock. It was five, almost time for dinner. Cassandra pulled up on Alexandra’s briefs until she was on her tiptoes. Then they started to go up the stairs backwards, Alexandra almost crying in pain, moaning into her gag with every step.

Cassandra led Alexandra on her tiptoes the guest room. She pushed Alexandra on the bed, then went into the closet. She removed the bar from the closet, and went over to Alexandra, who was “Mmmph”ing into her gag in desperation.

Cassandra paid no attention and put the bar through Alexandra’s bikinis. Then she rotated it about seven or eight times, until Alexandra could feel immense pain in both her ass, where there was the tightest wedgie she ever thought possible, and her crotch, where the rotating of the bar had given her a huge melvin. It felt like she was being wedgied and melvined in an extra-small pair of panties. With added discomfort, she was wearing her green briefs underneath that, which were already wedgied and melvined into her securely.

Cassandra pulled Alexandra over to the closet, where she redid the bar. Alexandra was almost hanging, with the tips of her toes barely touching the ground.

“I’ll take your gag off if you promise you won’t yell. And if you do, you can be sure I won’t like it.” Cassandra said. Alexandra nodded.

Cassandra took the duct tape and ripped it off. Alexandra spit out the sock then began coughing. “Thank god!” Alexandra said.

Cassandra laughed. “Please!” Alexandra begged. “Please let me go! I’ll work hard at whatever you want! I’ll clean your rooms, do your homework, anything! Just let me go!”

“How was the bungee jump?” Cassandra asked, eager for feedback on her idea.

“It was terrible!” Alexandra moaned. “It was okay while I was falling, but when I stopped, it was like a HUGE wedgie!”

Cassandra giggled. “I’ll consider freeing you after Rodriga learns a couple of lessons. But for now…”

Cassandra walked to her room and took a digital camera. Then she went to Alexandra and snapped a few pictures. “For insurance.” Cassandra smiled.

Alexandra struggled against her bonds, but it made her bikinis wedge tighter into her, and with the spinning of the bar, they already felt like they were made for an eight year old.

Cassandra walked away, leaving Alexandra there to struggle. Alexandra was thankful not to be gagged anymore, but her tongue felt fuzzy. Her bikinis felt like a pair of XXS’s, and were wedgied extremely tightly into her. Not only that, but she also had a huge melvin penetrating her pussy. Underneath the bikinis were her original pair of light green briefs, which were pushed at by the bikinis, and almost felt like they were a part of her now. She was dangling there, barely on her tiptoes Every time she tried to struggle she lost her balance, and felt a jerk of a hanging wedgie before she managed to get on her tiptoes again. Then the wedgie and melvin would be even tighter and start to burn. But she was helpless to do anything but feel the sensation of a dangling wedgie and melvin in panties that had been tightened until they were way too small.

End of Part 3, to be concluded in Part 4 – The Finale and Unpleasant Dreams

Also look for Part 3b – Rodriga’s Lessons

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Part 4

The Finale and Unpleasant Dreams

Where we left off, Alexandra was barely dangling off a coat pole by her purple bikinis. The pole was twisted around, tightening the bikinis until Alexandra had an extremely painful wedgie and melvin, made all the worse by the almost-hanging wedgie she was enduring. Her wrists were tightly bound together with rope and duct tape.

Downstairs she heard a few squeals, shrieks, and a lot of MPPPHing. Whatever was happening to Rodriga, Alexandra thought, she deserved it. What she had gone through in the past few hours was hell. She was thinking these thoughts of rage for a good two or three hours.

She glanced up at the clock and saw it was seven. She moaned in desperation and wanted badly to call out to Cassandra. She had to pee really badly and was extremely thirsty. She decided she would call out at seven-thirty if Cassandra still hadn’t come.

At about seven fifteen, Cassandra came up, Rodriga following behind her. Rodriga was practically waddling, and kept on reaching behind her, as if trying to pick a wedgie.

“How’s Alexandra doing?” Cassandra asked.

“Not too well…I need to pee!” Alexandra moaned.

Cassandra smiled. “Of course.” She seemed a good deal more cooperative and perhaps a tad less sadistic, but Alexandra didn’t trust that smile. Cassandra ripped off all the duct tape around Alexandra’s fingers and untied her wrists. Alexandra rubbed them, looking at the red lines all around them where the rope had dug into her wrists. Cassandra grabbed the coat bar and hoisted it up, Alexandra squeaking in pain as the wedgie dug deeper.

Cassandra gently untwisted the bar, took it out, then smiled, suddenly grabbing Alexandra’s bikinis and briefs in one motion. She yanked them up, and Alexandra screamed. Then she pulled the swiftly down.

The burning sensation Alexandra felt was beyond description. The panties burned as they were removed swiftly from her pussy and crack. She grabbed her crotch in one hand and ass with the other and fell to the floor, rolling and shrieking in pain.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she yelled.

Cassandra only laughed, and gestured to the bathroom. After two minutes, Alexandra got up, glared at the two of them, and stomped off to the restroom, seemingly oblivious to her state of exposure.

When she came out, Cassandra and Rodriga were ready. Cassandra handed her a hot pink thong, and said simply “Put it on.”

Alexandra looked at it in revulsion. She had never worn a thong, and had never planned to. Realizing that her wrists were untied, she rushed Cassandra, hoping that she could overpower her, and that Rodriga would be eager for revenge against her.

She barely got three feet before Rodriga tackled her. Alexandra was confused for a moment, but readily struggled with the girl. Rodriga soon had her pinned. “We knew you would try that,” she said.

It looked like the divided alliance that Alexandra was hoping for was non-existent.

“We’re not just going to let that go, naughty young lady…” Cassandra smiled, picking up Alexandra’s legs and slipping the thong on. She pulled it up to her waist and let the waistband snap against Alexandra’s back.

Alexandra was squirming like crazy as Cassandra moved around to her head, and leaned over and grabbed the thong. “This might hurt a bit,” she smiled, and jerked suddenly back.

The thong went up Alexandra’s ass, and Alexandra squealed. The pain of the wedgie wasn’t as bad as the burning sensation in her crack from the previous wedgies. It felt like it was on fire.

Rodriga pinned Alexandra’s hands out of the way and said. “Naughty young girls who try to skip work are punished!”

She then raised her hand and slapped it down on Alexandra’s ass. Alexandra gasped at this new form of punishment.

“No! Please don’t! No!” she yelled.

Rodriga just smiled and brought another blow down on Alexandra’s cheeks. “Your thong frames your ass perfectly, Alex,” she said. “But let me make your ass pink to match!”

She continued to spank the poor Alexandra. The THWACKS! Could be heard clearly throughout the large house. Alexandra was crying in pain and shame.

Soon her ass was a scarlet red. Alexandra was squirming and saying “No..please stop…that’s enough, no…”

After a half-hour, Rodriga stopped, and Cassandra let go of the thong. Alexandra was silent, tear streaks outlining her face. Her ass was a deep shade of purple. “I think we might have overdone it a little” giggled Rodriga. They looked up at the clock. It was nine.

“Didn’t our father say he would pay you extra if you worked overnight?” Rodriga asked.

“No..please…I’m going home,” Alexandra said, trying to get up.

Cassandra grabbed her thong and leaned into her ear. “It’s time for bed…get ready for overtime, Alex…”

Alex was too weak to struggle as Cassandra stood up, dragging her to the master bedroom by her thong. “You should be thanking us, Alex! We’re letting you sleep in the master bedroom!”

“Yes…” Alexandra moaned. “Sleep.”

“I said you should be [i]thanking [/i] us, Alex. Thank us!” Cassandra ordered, lightly slapping Alexandra’s ass.

“Ahh! Thank you, thank you!” Alexandra gasped.

“For what?” asked Cassandra.

“For letting me sleep in the master bedroom.”

“What about the wedgie? Do you like wedgies, Alex?” asked Cassandra.

“What?” Alexandra asked.

Cassandra slapped Alexandra on the ass, causing her to squeal in pain. “I said do you LIKE wedgies?”

“Yes!” gasped Alexandra. “I love wedgies!”

“Well then what do you say for me and Rodriga wedgieing you all day?”

“Thank you both for wedgieing me! I love wedgies!” Alexandra said, humiliated.

“Get on the bed,” Cassandra said while they were there. Alexandra climbed on the bed obediently, and waited.

Cassandra and Rodriga said nothing as they flipped Alexandra on her stomach and tied a rope to her thong. Then they flipped her back on her back and tied the two end pieces of the rope securely to the headboard supports. Then they pulled her ankles so that the wedgie got real tight.

“Please…let me sleep…” Alexandra moaned. “Anything you want….anything you want.”

“Oh don’t worry, we will get anything we want, thanks to those pictures I took of you.” Cassandra giggled. Then she and Rodriga tied Alexandra’s ankles tightly with rope, looping the rope underneath the bed to the ropes that connected to her thong. Then they tied her wrists, and did the same thing, so she was spread eagled on the bed.

“If you struggle, the wedgie only gets worse, Alex dear.” Rodriga smiled.

“But she won’t struggle, will you, Alex dear? You have the power of will, even when we do empty this bottle of itching powder all over you and in the front of your panties.” Cassandra taunted.

Alexandra opened her mouth to scream “No!”, but Rodriga took the opportunity to stuff her mouth with a dirty gym sock, and apply several strips of duct tape to ensure silence.

“But before we begin, how about another tickle session?” Cassandra asked.

“Mmmmph! Mmmph!” Alexandra screamed, starting to struggle, then stopping instantly realizing every jerk made the wedgie jerk up her ass.

“Yes, you don’t want to struggle. But seeing as you are ticklish, you don’t really have a choice” Rodriga laughed. The two sisters began to tickle her. Cassandra mercilessly tickled her feet while Rodriga straddled her and tickled her belly and armpits.

Alexandra threw her body side to side and jerked her wrists and ankles uncontrollably, but this only increased the pain of her wedgie and her helplessness of the situation. “MMMMMMMPH!” she laughed into her gag. “MMMMPH!!!!”

After ten minutes, they gave her a break, then started again. When they were finally done, Alexandra was exhausted, and her ass was in a great deal of pain.

“That was a good finale,” smiled Rodriga.

Cassandra opened up the bottle of itching powder, and dumped some inside the front of Alexandra’s thong. Then she sprinkled a bit all over her belly, face, palms, legs, and armpits. Laughing, she and Rodriga walked to the door.

“Have a nice sleep, though I don’t think you’ll do much sleeping tonight, with that tight wedgie and annoying itching…” laughed Rodriga.

“Sweet dreams” giggled Cassandra, and switched off the light.

“Mmmmph….” Rodriga moaned…and continued to do so throughout the long night as the sisters slept. She slipped in and out of consciousness, thinking all the while this was the hardest day of work ever. The tightness of her wedgie made it impossible for her to concentrate, and added to the fact she wanted desperately to scratch, she was being tortured. Her ass throbbed in pain, and every time she squirmed to try to itch, her wedgie got tighter and she yelped into her gag. Finally she resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t get free until the sisters wanted her to be free.

“Mmmmmph…..”

End of Part 4

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[i]The Wedgie Guru[/i]

The Wedgie Guru

The Hardest 26 Dollars an Hour

Part 3b

Rodriga’s Lesson

Cassandra walked down the stairs, to where Rodriga was tied to the stairs, her hands tied behind her, the rope looped through the legholes of her thong.

“Mmmmph” Rodriga tried to snarl through the many layers of her duct tape gag.

“Now, Rodriga.” Cassandra said, sounding genuinely remorseful. “I really didn’t want to do that, but you have to understand that we have to make that bitch sorry for ever making that kind of money…It’s a disgrace!”

Rodriga nodded her head in agreement. “But…” Cassandra continued. “We agreed beforehand that you follow MY lead. I’m the oldest. So I have to make sure you know what it means to be a follower.”

Rodriga shook her head frantically. “Mmmph!” she said. Cassandra untied her from the stairs. “Go down to the basement.” She said. Rodriga began to walk down into the basement, with Cassandra close behind. Once they were there, Cassandra led Rodriga over to the treadmill. Rodriga’s eyes went wide in disbelief.

“Nmpph! Mmmph!!” she yelled, and turned to run away. Cassandra grabbed her by the thong and gave her a brutal wedgie. Rodriga stopped trying to get away when she realized each movement made her wedgie tighter. She had been wedgied by Cassandra before, but it was always a playful wedgie, never like this.

Cassandra tied Rodriga’s wrists to each bar of the treadmill, then untied the rope holding them together. Rodriga struggled a little, but Cassandra calmly tied her thong to the front part of the treadmill, then checked to make sure the bonds on Rodriga’s wrists had enough slack for her to almost step off the treadmill.

“Here’s the deal, sis,” Cassandra said. “I’m turning this treadmill on it’s fastest setting. You better be fucking sprinting. I’m also gonna lash you on the ass with this belt here,” Cassandra continued, indicated the belt she held doubled in her hand. “If you slip, or fail to keep up, you’ll be dragged off your feet by the treadmill and bonds on your wrist, and of course the wedgie you have will become unbelievably tight. So I suggest you keep running.”

Cassandra made no further comment as she switched on the treadmill, then hit the buttons to make sure it was going it’s fastest. Rodriga had fairly long legs, and she was running as fast as she could, desperately trying to keep from being wedgied by the power of the treadmill.

Cassandra sat on a chair behind Rodriga and watched her run for a while. Then, without warning, she snapped the belt forward and hit Rodriga on her bare, wedgied ass.

Rodriga felt the sting of the belt and yelped through her gag, almost losing her balance and falling. But she kept sprinting, which was uncomfortable enough with a tight wedgie. She was beginning to sweat, and the lashes from the belt kept coming, stinging her poor, defenseless ass. Her natural reaction was to squirm or try to defend herself, but every time she tried she almost failed to keep up with the breakneck pace of the treadmill. It was a lose-lose situation for her, and she constantly screamed loudly into her gag.

“MMMMPH!!!! HHHHHHMMMMMPHHHH, HMMMPHHH!!!”

Cassandra laughed loudly, and continued her savage beating of Rodriga’s ass. After a while she stood up and snapped her arm back and forward in a frenzy. Finally, after about 10 minutes, she stopped. She was breathing hard, and slightly sweating. Not nearly as much as Rodriga, though, whose shirt was drenched in sweat. Rodriga had to continue sprinting, but was grateful that the belt whipping had finally stopped.

“I’ll be right back” Cassandra laughed. “Keep running!”

Rodriga cursed, but of course all Cassandra heard was “Mmmph!”.

Rodriga continued to run, as she had little choice. The sweat made her shirt cling to her, and beads of sweat on her bosom would drive any guy insane. She kept flipping her head to keep her drenched bangs out of her eyes. She could only breath through her noise and it was getting harder and harder to keep up….

Suddenly, she was falling, and hit the treadmill hard. The fast pace continued, and sure enough it rocketed her away from the treadmill until her underwear stopped her, resulting in an intense wedgie.

“MMMMPH!!!!!” she screamed into her gag, so loudly she thought the neighbors must have heard her. She tried to get up but with her wrists tied she couldn’t. She was positioned so her body still rested on the treadmill, and it was skidding beneath her shirt, keeping a constant tension on her underwear. She struggled as much as she could to reduce the intense wedgie that burned her crack and threatened to sink deeper into her pussy.

She endured this humiliating position for what seemed like an hour before Cassandra was finally back. “Oh we fell did we?” she taunted. She was carrying a bottle of vegetable oil and an ice cube tray. Cassandra walked over to the treadmill and shut it off. Then she helped Rodriga to her feet back on the treadmill.

“Start again,” was all she said, and switched the treadmill on again, to its fastest setting. Rodriga began running immediately, becoming acutely aware that she still had a stitch in her side.

Cassandra smiled as she opened the bottle of oil and poured a tiny bit onto the treadmill. Rodriga narrowly avoided stepping on it, and then had to avoid the same patch again a few seconds later. “Hmmph!” she protested.

Cassandra laughed, and poured a large amount of oil onto the track. Rodriga couldn’t avoid it, and slipped on the oil, repeating her previous fall, screaming into her gag helplessly.

Cassandra laughed again, and walked over to the belt, not bothering to switch the treadmill off. She began whipping Rodriga’s poor ass. After a few minutes, she popped an ice cube out of the tray, and ran it all over Rodriga’s ass. “Mmm…” Rodriga was grateful for it’s coolness.

After the ice cube had melted, Cassandra began whipping again. Rodriga screamed into her gag more loudly than before. The ice made the whipping more intense and unbearable. Added to her constant wedgie from the force of the treadmill, she wasn’t sure she could take much more of it.

The whipping continued until the ice cube tray had ran out of ice cubes. Rodriga was crying with pain, constantly whipping her head from side to side and trying to get up. Cassandra was finally finished, and Rodriga sighed with relief as she switched off the treadmill.

She squatted down to her sister’s crying face and grabbed her chin, but in a gentle manner, forcing Rodriga to look up at her. “Listen.” She said. “I’m sorry for that, but you have to understand I’m the older, and if we want Alex to pay, we can’t have any divided alliances or even a hint of fighting. You do what I say, and don’t argue with me anymore. You hear me?”

Rodriga nodded, sobbing into her gag. “Here’s the deal.” Cassandra said. “I’m going to untie you. But, to remind you of this little session, I’m going to tie your thong with rope, lead the rope around your shoulders, and tie them to the front, so you have rope suspenders that keep your wedgie nice and tight.”

Rodriga nodded again. “I’m sorry sis, I really am, but we have to stick together.”

Cassandra untied her sister, and ripped the gag off of her lips. She threw a towel at Rodriga, which she used to mop up her sweat and tears. Then, true to her word, Cassandra tied Rodriga tightly into her wedgie, making it permanent thanks to the rope “suspenders” Rodriga squirmed a little as she tried to walk with the wedgie. Cassandra couldn’t help but laugh as she saw Rodriga’s waddle.

Rodriga started to laugh too. “You know, she’s gonna think that we have a divided alliance.” Rodriga said. “We can expect an attack.”

“True enough,” Cassandra laughed. “Don’t worry, you can take all the pain you received out on her double…no triple…tonight and tomorrow….Daddy called and he’s gonna be gone tomorrow too…I told him Alex would simply love to stay. We can surprise her with that later.”

“Right,” Rodriga smiled. “Later.” As the two sisters hugged, Rodriga wondered if Cassandra suspected of her plan to get revenge…

End of The Hardest 26 Dollars an Hour

I hope you guys liked all that. I have an idea for my new story, here’s the sneak preview

Setting: Party

Protagonist (Victim): Younger sister (stuck up “popular” chick)

Antagonist (Giver): Older sister

Interesting Tidbits: It’ll probably be a 1-part story, with some nice public wedgies.