Wedgie Bullies And Wetting

Milly was scared of The Three Sisters, everyone was.

Kim, Heather, and Britney were the top-cats at this college. All sports-psychology students, they weren't actually sisters but they'd been friends for as long as they'd been alive and they went everywhere together. All three were mean, bitchy, unrealistically attractive, and it's said that nobody has seen all three of them naked but themselves. They all had "boyfriends" (usually rich ones with nice cars) but they had no problem sleeping around and hiding behind their men the moment they created drama. And as if it wasn't enough to have every man in the building wrapped around their fingers, they bullied all the girls for fun.

Milly wasn't special, she was just an easy target. A short, pretty, dark haired nerd, she was a hopeless 18 year old virgin who excelled in Mathematics and tried her best to stay out of trouble. On this particular Monday night, Milly was in the gym changing rooms getting dressed for her workout. She unzipped her hoodie, already wearing her tiny sports bra, before unbuckling her leather belt.

She had only started wearing a belt a couple of months ago, purely because of The Three Sisters. She'd been stood in the hall on lunch break talking to a cute guy she fancied when, without warning, Britney came up behind her and pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles. In a fit of panic, Milly instinctively reached down to pull her trousers up but Britney had planted her foot firmly on top of them, causing Milly to hopelessly pull and squirm to get them back up. After a good few seconds of tugging, Heather came out of nowhere and pushed Milly backwards, causing her to fall into the recycling bin and tumble onto the floor, her adorable pink panties on show for everyone to see.

Rumour has it, the boy Milly fancied was fingering Britney under the bleachers less than a week later.

Milly felt pretty safe unbuckling her belt, but only because she didn't hear anyone come in. As she reached up to put her belt in her locker, she felt the unmistakable whoosh of her jeans being pulled down to her ankles. She had been pantsed once again. She didn't even have a chance to look down before she had her arms pinned behind her back.

"Hey look girls, silly Milly has her jeans around her ankles again!" Yelled Kim who was currently holding Milly in the air. Kim was the most athletic of the bunch, she was strong despite being the shortest of The Three Sisters, but all of them were taller and older than Milly.

"And what's this?" Responded Heather, "She's wearing a nappy!" Pointing to Milly's pad, whose wings were sticking out of either side of her blue panties.

Heather was a netball player with breasts the size of Milly's head and thighs that could crush a watermelon. She was also the most academic of The Sisters, her grades were at the top of her class and she was a force on the Court.

And then there was Britney. She was a 6ft tall goddess of the school, proud of her ass and her tits and her lips, she could have any boy she wanted and she wouldn't even have to be nice to them. If this College had Cheerleaders, Britney would be captain of the squad. Milly was forever envious of everything about Britney, excepting her wicked personality.

"Well then" Britney said looking at the menstrual pad, "That gives us plenty to work with".

Britney hooked her thumbs around Milly's waistband and pulled her panties sharply downwards to her knees, leaving her unshaven bush on display for the three of them to hawk at. Milly kicked and screamed but Kim had an iron grip on her arms.

"I don't think you'll really be needing this..." she snarked as she peeled Milly's pad from her panties and tossed it in the bin. Milly had given up trying now, she'd gone limp with exhaustion and fear, accepting that she was now The Three Sisters' plaything. She almost didn't notice Heather using a zip tie to lock her hands in place behind her back.

"What's the matter little bitch?" taunted Britney, "Want your big girl knickers covering your little kitty?"

Milly had no choice but to look down and nod her head.

"Well that can be arranged!" Exclaimed Heather as she reached down, grabbed the back of Milly's panties, and pulled them right up and through her arms. Milly screamed as the wedgie dug into her ass and reached the top of her head. Kim finally let go of her grip, leaving Milly on her tiptoes. Kim joined Heather in holding up Milly's pants, and the two of them lifted her together across the room kicking and screaming.

They hung her up on a hook in the corner of the changing rooms opposite the toilets and the shower, her jeans still sat at her ankles. Her feet were maybe half a metre off the ground, and with her hands tied behind her back there was seemingly no way to escape this awful wedgie.

"Is that comfy, bitch?" asked Kim sarcastically. It absolutely was not, it burned the back of her bum and she was sure she'd heard some fabric ripping down there but thankfully they seemed to stay intact.

"I wonder how loud we can make her squeal" Heather said to the others. She hooked her fingers under the front of Milly's panties and pulled up, giving her a front wedgie. It cut into her cunt and exposed her bush once again. As predicted, it caused Milly to squeal nice and loudly.

Britney, who had been watching on the sidelines, finally walked up to her. She pulled up her own tennis skirt and started pulling down her black thong. As she stepped out of it, Milly imagined that exercising in a thong must be incredibly uncomfortable.

"Open wide!"

Milly sealed her mouth shut and shook her head as her captor moved her tiny thong towards Milly's face. Britney grabbed the front of Milly's panties once again and started tugging, flossing the poor girl and causing tremendous pain to her nether region. Milly couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain, and Britney took no time in stuffing her panties into Milly's mouth. They tasted like pussy and sweat and they dried out her mouth immediately.

Kim was hasty on the duct tape, sealing Britney's panties in Milly's mouth. Milly screamed through her gag, but the screams could hardly be heard.

"Ooohh, I have an idea!" Chimed in Heather as she pulled down her own panties from under her netball skirt. She pulled her underwear over and around Milly's face, the front and back of the panties covering her nose and mouth leaving her eyes looking through the leg holes. She used her hair clip to secure the underwear in place, giving Milly a panty mask.

All the girls stood back and burst into laughter at Milly's misfortune. As they took photos of the poor distressed girl, Milly couldn't help thinking that she'd never been more humiliated in her life.

"The girls and I have been working out all day so we're going to go out for a bite to eat. We don't want you getting any ideas while we're gone, so if you're not here when we get back, these photos are going straight to the internet. Better hope your lecturers don't find it! You're lucky people don't use these showers at the back, but just to make sure you don't try to call for help..."

Britney turned her head to face the others.

"Kim, scissors".

Milly's eyes widened as she started kicking and screaming through the layers of underwear covering her mouth. Kim handed Britney a long, silver pair of dressmaking scissors, which she snipped in front of Milly's face. She had no idea what they were going to do with the scissors, but her fear was incomparable.

Britney took slow, calculated steps towards Milly, who was now deadly still to avoid hurting herself on the sharp object. With a steady hand and the blades closed, she ran the flat edge of the scissors down Milly's skin, starting with the shoulder and ending at the base of Milly's top. And then, with two or three sharp snips, she cut right through the middle of Milly's sports bra, causing her small boobs to pop out.

After one more snip to each of the bra straps, Milly was now completely topless, wearing nothing but the panties that suspended her and the jeans at her feet.

"They're so tiny!" Heather exclaimed in excitement. Indeed, Milly's breasts were tiny, a fact that she felt very self conscious about. Her face was red with anger but mostly shame.

Britney waltzed over to the toilet and dropped the chopped up fabric onto it. After flushing the garment (almost certainly clogging the pipes) she turned again to her victim, to whom she gave a couple of delicate slaps in the face. She held Milly's left breast in her right hand and leaned into the other breast with her mouth before sucking on the nipple.

Milly was now, frustratingly, very horny. The fondling didn't last long.

"Have fun hanging around!" she exclaimed as she and the other two women turned and walked out the door, leaving Milly dangling in her predicament.

Some time passed. Milly had no idea how long she'd been left alone, maybe an hour? She was absolutely terrified of someone finding her and simply wished for The Sisters to come back and grant her mercy.

At one point, two women entered the changing room around the corner. Milly was terrified - she slowed her breathing, seized all movement, and prayed that neither of them would be using the shower. Thankfully, the two women changed into their home clothes and left the building.

Milly's buttcrack was ungodly uncomfortable now, it dug in at the back and the front and every attempt to move or adjust just made it worse. Britney's panties were also firmly in her mouth, the taste of her used underwear and the smell of heather's used underwear would occasionally make Molly gag. They weren't even that bad, she just hated the concept.

But worst of all - Milly needed to pee. She'd planned to go right after getting changed and she was sure she was going to wet herself in fear when Kim pulled out those scissors. Now though, her bladder was full and squirming was doing nothing to help - she couldn't even use her hands to help hold it. Milly was absolutely sure that, if her bullies didn't free her soon, she'd have a very embarrassing accident.

After maybe two hours of being suspended and fatigued, The Three Sisters entered the changing rooms once again.

"How's our little wedgie slut?" Called Heather, to which Milly called out through the layers of panties muffling her voice. They turned the corner to face her.

"Well well well" said Britney "looks like Silly Milly hasn't moved an inch!

"Yeah!" said Kim "And look at how hard those tiny nipples are! Either it's cold in here or she must like it!'

"And she wasn't even wearing her nappy." Chimed Heather, "I can hardly believe she hasn't pissed herself!"

To that, Milly gave them a look. It was entirely subconscious, but she gave a look that told The Sisters that they'd accidentally guessed correctly and that their captive was on the verge of pissing herself. How could they resist?

"Oh my gosh..." Britney gasped with a smile on her face "You need to pee, don't you?"

Milly moaned and rubbed her bare legs together, signifying that it was absolutely true and she couldn't even hide it.

"Well how about that, girls? Widdle baby needs to use the potty. Y'know, I could do with using the bathroom myself".

Britney opened the nearest cubicle and, without closing the door, sat on the toilet in full view of Milly and started pissing in front of her. She sighed and moaned with relief, taunting Milly who was kicking and growling midair in jealousy.

"Ugh, isn't that just a weight off your shoulders?"

"Hey, I need to go too!" Yelled Kim, who pushed into the cubicle and dropped her panties and shorts in front of everyone. She too relieved her bladder, seeming to enjoy it far more than any normal person would. How Milly longed to switch places with them as Kim wiped herself and flushed the toilet.

Heather didn't need to pee, so instead she pushed against Milly's bladder, causing her to convulse and nearly let herself go.

The three girls stood in a line once more laughing at the hanging Milly's misfortune. After a moment of whispering amongst them, Britney proposed an ultimatum.

"Alright little bitch, we know you need to pee so here's the deal. We're going to stand here and wait for you to wet your little knickers, and if we get bored before you have your little accident we'll go home and come back tomorrow to see if you're ready to behave. Got it?"

Milly's eyes widened, she didn't know what to do. The girls were now filming her with their phones, she needed to pee so badly, but not in front of them. She was pee shy at the best of times, let alone when she was being filmed half naked suspended by her undies. They'd have material to bully her with until the day she died.

"Tick. Tick. Tick." Heather taunted, looking at her watch.

It wasn't happening, Milly didn't want to do it. She couldn't do it. They must be bluffing. Surely...

A few minutes pass. And then...

"Times up!" Yelled Britney, "You had your chance, you made your bed, now fucking lie in it."

Britney coughed up some flem and spat in Milly's face before she turned around and walked towards the door. Kim followed, then Heather.

Milly yelled through her gag at the top of her lungs, begging for them to give her another chance, but it was no use.

"See you tomorrow morning, silly Milly" called Britney before she turned off the changing room lights and closed the door.

And just like that, Milly was left hanging there. Alone. In the darkness.

She fidgeted and squirmed the best she could. She pulled on the zip tie around her wrists, pushed on the wall, bounced up and down trying to rip her panties, but it was no use. She was well and truly stuck.

In her defeat, she tried her best to hold in her pee but she knew it was no use. She'd never be able to wait that long.

Finally, not two minutes after The Three Sisters abandoned her, Milly was wetting herself.

It started slowly, a warm trickle that spread across the front of her panties. Her urine dribbled across the inside of each leg, trickling past her knees and into her jeans which still sat on top of her ankles. She soaked through her jeans, the piss wetting her socks and filling her shoes. Although it was too dark to see the damage, she could hear her piss dribbling onto the floor.

She let go of her urethra fully, turning the steady stream into a waterfall that lasted a good 20 seconds. She couldn't avoid getting it on herself of course, so she soaked her panties and her legs and her jeans and her shoes, leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her. Milly shed a tear.

This was Milly's home for the night. Hung up by her panties in the gym changing room, topless, soaked in piss, with nothing down there to absorb her vaginal bleeding. Her mouth was stuffed with the panties of her worst enemy, her face covered with the panties of her second worst enemy, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Outside the ceiling window, Milly watched as the above-head streetlight flickered out, leaving her in complete and total darkness.