Alice: Part 1

ALICE

A large amazon red head drags two smaller girls like fresh prey. The titan has short red hair and a sinister look on her face, with a black tank top and short gray sweat pants, this giant of a girl’s name was Alice…-arghtime, 'Contest Entry Part 1: Erika’s Street Wedgies'

Her hair was short and close to orange and her eyes were of a dark grey, uncaring and always angry at someone –seseta, 'Alice Skunks, by arghtime'

Being the top bully, Alice loves nothing more than stretching and ripping underwear up her victim's butts, making them moan and scream. She is a wedgie machine! –seseta, 'Her Favorite Thing'

Carol felt a bead of sweat drip down her face as she stared into the eyes of her schools most notorious bully- sleepallof2day, 'Carol Adams, Unlucky in Love.'

That and she was not the brightest girl in the bunch either –seseta, 'Alice Skunks, by arghtime'




Sometimes, it wasn’t often, but on quiet days, days when the halls were empty and she found herself alone, Alice wondered what other people thought about her.

Obviously she knew what the nerds and losers of her school thought, but she liked to make sure their fear of her was fresh in their minds at all times. Sometimes she wondered if she did a good enough job keeping them afraid of her; and of wearing underwear in general. Maybe I could bring back my list, she thought, now those were good times; back when I turned girls against each other using nothing but my reputation. And their own fear.

She walked the halls of her school, looking for someone to wedgie. But why was she doing it? If she was a wedgie machine like she often thought of herself, then she wouldn’t ask questions like that; she wouldn’t be programmed to do it. But no matter how hard and scary she seemed, and actually was, she was still a teenage girl.

It was an odd question, and even though Alice Skunks was never the smartest girl who ever gave a wedgie, she did, occasionally, think about such things.

Why did she give wedgies?

She enjoyed it, was the simple answer, the one that sprung so quickly to mind. Leaping out like a losers underwear when she got her hands on it. The look of pain on her victims faces, all those dorks. Sandra’s big butt, for example, getting to watch it bounce up and down as she tugged on her inevitable purple underwear. Or Monique, Erika, Pammi. If you can name it then I probably wedgied it, she thought to herself with more than a hint of pride. And she had fun doing it. But was fun all there was?

She tried to think of other reasons, not that she needed them, but Alice was curious, and she might not have been smart enough to get answers, but she could still ask the questions.  

She knew they hurt, did that maybe have something to do with why she liked them? Shem maybe more than most people, really knew how much they hurt.

For some reason she had no immunity to wedgies whatsoever. It was ironic, even Alice could understand that. Her, the big amazon of a girl, who was able to lift three girls at once by their underwear, could barely take a wedgie without devolving into a little crybaby. Why was that? It was like karma was punishing her for all the wedgies she gave. And the best way of doing that was to make her exceptionally weak to something she enjoyed.

Every time she got a wedgie though, it embarrassed her and hurt her reputation. People saw her as being weak, and then they thought she was weak. And, as a result, they would think they were the strong ones. But she was strong.

Nerds looked at her differently after she got a wedgie. Word spread quickly when someone had managed to yank her panties up.  It didn’t take long for her to correct their behavior, a few pulls here, an atomic there, and everyone who joked about her were silent. Probably because their mouths were filled with their own underwear. But she was pretty sure even if she managed to give wedgies to every girl she knew was talking about her, there would always be some she didn’t know about who talked. Jokes would always arise about how quickly she broke down, and how she could dish it out but couldn’t take it. Those jokes upset her, because those things, which were unfortunately true, ruined her tough look. Her fearsome image.

So, she realized early on, she would have to compensate. Since she couldn’t take wedgies, she would have to give double the amount to everyone else. She would have to rule with fear, making sure no one opposed her, because if they did, and they managed to give her a wedgie…well, if they did that, everyone would be making cracks about how the bigger fall the hardest. And she guessed in her case it wasn’t just a saying, but a fact.  
Who was cooler (she would sometimes wonder on those quiet days when she knew people were hiding from her, but she was still determined to find someone to wedgie) the girl who gave lots of wedgies, or the one who could at least take one without looking like a baby?
She knew what she thought.

And then she saw someone who might have thought the same thing. And even if she didn’t, it would be good to give her a wedgie. That big butt always did wonders for her muscles. She might have been heavy to lift, but watching the underwear divide her large melons apart as it stretched upwards always helped to relieve her of whatever stress she was feeling, especially on those days when she couldn’t stop thinking.

“Sandra!” Alice called out, the goth girl, dressed all in black as usual, turned around from the water fountain she was drinking from, and only had to get the quickest glimpse of Alice before she started running down the hall. Alice would have laughed if she wasn’t annoyed at the fact that Sandra would even think to run. Sandra knew she couldn’t outrun her. And just to remind her of this, Alice caught up to her in seconds, seemingly able to ignore the distance that had stood between them. She grabbed onto the back of Sandra`s jeans, and hauled her backwards, almost causing her fall to the ground onto her large butt, which, Alice thought, would probably have cushioned any fall she suffered.

“Sandra, I want your honest opinion on the wedgie I’m about to give you-“

“Let me go you freak!”

Alice sighed, somedays she enjoyed the fight, seeing the fire in their hearts, and then extinguishing it with a single pull of their underwear. But other days, days like today, when questions ran through her mind, like the nerds she often chased, she just wanted to give wedgies and not worry about anything else. She just wanted to have a little fun, she really wanted that to not be asking too much.

She dug her hands into the back of Sandra’s pants, her hands rolling over her massive behind. Her hands clamped down on what felt like stretchy granny-panties. Alice had put her hands on so many pairs of underwear that she was just able to figure out a lot about them from a single touch. And she was sure that this pair was going to be a durable pair, one that could take a lot of pulls. Which was good for Alice, but bad for Sandra, because Alice really wanted to give a lot of pulls.

“Oh I will. Right after I see how high I can stretch your underwear. But be warned, if their purple, you’re getting an atomic.”

Alice could hear Sandra dry swallow in her throat. That was how quiet the hall was, and how obvious her fear was.

“Sandra, Sandra, Sandra. Why do you always wear purple? It isn’t that it gets boring after a while…but well, sometimes I just want a change.” Alice made her voice sound as sweet and unassuming as she possibly could, talking to Sandra as if she weren’t about to literally rip her a new one.

She got a strong grip on the waistband of Sandra’s underwear. Wrapping all ten fingers around it, and as she stood tall over Sandra, who looked over her shoulder saw Alice was just about to give her a wedgie and shut her eyes deliberately. Alice felt the underwear move slightly in her hands and she knew that Sandra had clenched her butt cheeks. Alice wanted to tell her that it wouldn’t help. But they had done this enough times that Sandra already knew that.

She hauled up on what was, of course, the purple panties Sandra was so infamous for wearing. They were already a large pair, only the biggest would accommodate what Alice had once heard described as “Shevil sized” butt, so Alice had no trouble managing to pull them past Sandra’s mid-back with barely one pull.

Sandra howled in pain, her hands latching onto her butt as if she hoped she could relieve the pain by touching her butt. It didn’t help. Alice smiled as she gave her panties a tug, flexing her muscles, and bending her knees so she could make sure she gave Sandra the wedgie that she, and her panties, deserved.

Alice straightened herself, lifting her arms up, extending her knees so the underwear began to rise with a slow but determined journey. The panties stretched easily in her grip, and Alice imagined the underwear was really starting to rub against Sandra. She probably felt the pain of her panties launch up her butt, cleaving her cheeks, digging deeper and deeper into her, moving as much as Alice’s arms would let them.  She was able, with only some difficulty, because of her large muscles, to lift Sandra off the ground. Her big butt stuck out far enough that Sandra had to be careful it didn’t hit her when she wasn’t looking. Sandra was more concerned about how her big butt seemed to be devouring the panties, the purple fabric, tightening against her, and the cloth thinning in her butt, until it was like a thin rope was being passed against her butt, running it back and forth like she was flossing her teeth. But this flossing was far more uncomfortable than any she had ever experienced when cleaning her teeth.

Alice adjusted her grip, the underwear stayed stretched, and she was careful to make sure to keep the growing pressure against Sandra’s butt alive, she moved her hands, gripping the leg-holes of her underwear, feeling Sandra’s body sink slightly toward she ground as gravity tried to force her onto the floor once more. But Alice got her hands on the leg-holes, the widening holes that were beginning to look twice as big as when she first started pulling. Alice heaved the undies up, Sandra cried out as she wasn’t allowed to touch the ground, but was lifted higher from the force of the underwear climbing into her, pressing and pushing into her butt.

“AHHH! Let me down Alice! Stop with the wedgie!”

“Why Sandra! You should be used to all the wedgies by now. You shouldn’t even feel this.”
“BUT I DO! So let me down!”

“You felt that huh? Well then, how about this?” Alice raised her arms, grunting as the fabric resisted, it was big and stretchy, but it was still underwear and so had its limits. But Alice was used to ignoring the limits of underwear, so she let Sandra down slightly. Sandra let out a sigh, but then Alice raised her arms even faster than before. The underwear was again launched right into her, and it was as if Sandra had fallen, with her legs split apart, right onto a tree branch from a few feet, the fabric seemed to pierce her like a needle, burrowing into her, trying to get even more into her, and even though it was being stopped by her skin, it was still trying anyway.

Alice gave another tug, letting Sandra drop slightly before bringing her arms up again. Sandra now reminded Alice of a human yo-yo, bouncing up and down at her will. She wondered if there were any cool trick she could do with Sandra, like she might do with a yo-yo.    

“I FEEL IT. I FEEL IT. I FEEL IT!” She was yelling so loudly, and quickly that it seemed like Sandra was using a new exotic word to describe the pain that shouldn’t be unfamiliar to her, but that was the thing about wedgies. No matter how many times someone got one, it always seemed like they had never gotten one before.

“Still?” Alice asked, she tried to sound dumbfounded, as if she couldn’t believe. She smiled and jerked her arms upwards. The underwear groaned in protest, and Sandra’s butt cheeks split further apart as the underwear invaded her, clawing its way ever upwards. The purple fabric growing wider in her hands, as it thinned against her butt, a strong string, that sliced into her butt. The friction of the underwear lodged against her, mixed with Alice having fun bouncing her up and down, working her arms, as she hoisted Sandra up and down, created a harsh burning sensation in and all through her lower regions. Sandra’s hands slipped off from there place holding her tortured burr, and began waving back and forth as her body was propelled like an elevator by her underwear that mercilessly ploughed her butt.

“Ahh…please stop!”

“What’s wrong Sandra, you don’t like the wedgie? Am I not pulling the underwear right?”
Alice gave another tug, lifting Sandra a few more inches off the ground, she was dangling by her underwear that trickled up, scraping her butt, the fabric continuing to rub and burn. Her hands shot to the front of her crotch, Alice imagined the underwear must just now be tightening against that part of her. And invigorated by how effective this wedgie was, she dropped Sandra down slightly just so she could fling her upwards. She moved in her underwear like she was on some sort of rollercoaster where the only part of her that could get on was her underwear. She felt it cram against her, the wedgie growing worse as she moved along the twists, turns and hills that was this ‘Alice wedgie ride.’

The panties were past her shoulder blades now, Sandra was hanging in them, stuck between the strength of gravity pulling her down into the underwear, and the muscles of Alice, who seemed just as strong, if not stronger.

“ALICEEEEEEE!” Sandra whined, she kicked her legs around, but didn’t manage to hit Alice, she just shook her body around, allowing the underwear easier access into her butt, and nether regions, which it accepted with glee. The undies stretched past her shoulder blades, reaching higher, trying desperately to obey Alice’s arms that heaved them up without regard for Sandra’s butt. The purple fabric was like a large wave, getting closer and closer to the shore which was Sandra’s head.

Sandra, out of the corner of her eye, could see the dark purple of her undies, reaching closer to the top of her head, and on both sides of her face, she could see Alice’s knuckles as they hauled the underwear up.

She opened her mouth, to scream, to beg, to threaten, anything. But before she could get a word out, her world became purple literally before her eyes. She was silence by the always surprising sight of having your own underwear pulled over your head. Her butt ached from the feeling of the cotton stabbing into her, and she felt like she might actually be able to taste it, that’s how far inside of her it was. And her mouth stayed open in surprise that Alice had managed it so fast. She wondered if she actually was getting used to this.

And then, Alice, who kept a close eye on Sandra, saw she had the perfect opportunity when she noticed that Sandra had kindly left her mouth open for Alice to use. So she gave the underwear one final pull downwards, this time, so the fabric curled around her head, engulfing her hair, pinching her butt, and pressing against her scalp as well as continuing to pressure her crotch and groin.  Sandra closed her eyes, deciding she would rather see nothing, then to have to watch her own panties be pulled down her face. She wanted to close her mouth, but she was too shocked by how her underwear seemed to be everywhere it shouldn’t be.

And then she tasted something. She tried to close her mouth, but she was to slow, when she did get it closed, she tasted the cotton. And not just as a phantom, imagined feeling, and she knew what had happened, she could feel the panties pressing against her nose, the wedgie not going away despite the fact no one was pulling on her underwear, and she knew, without even opening her eyes, which simply would have caused her to see purple, that she had her own underwear in her mouth.

Thankfully, it wasn’t that sweaty, or a particular old pair, but it always felt terrible to know that you were the one giving yourself a wedgie.  Sandra thought about opening her mouth, but she knew if she did that, well, suffice it to say, Alice wouldn’t be happy.
“Well, this has been fun dork,” Alice said, already walking down the hall. Sandra stood bent over, her head and back arched backwards to accommodate the underwear that stretched, a purple mess that reached from the back of her pants, into her mouth. She looked like some new kind of animal, Alice thought, taking one last look at her work.  Admiring it, and reveling in the fact that Sandra would never take it out with her around. She would only do that a few minutes she was sure Alice had left.

“See you later Sandra,” Alice said, and wasn’t surprised when Sandra didn’t respond except to let out a quiet moan. If she tried to speak the underwear might have escaped her mouth, and fling back to her pants, and Sandra knew that if that happe3ned, Alice would be inspired to give her another wedgie.

Alice walked down the hall, passing by Sandra who just stood like a good little nerd, taking her atomic, and not saying anything. That should make sure she doesn’t bother me for a while now, Alice thought. What to do next?

Her thoughts turned to Vanessa. Like a boat out on a lake but near the shore, the tide always seemed to bring Alice back to Vanessa. At times it seemed as if Vanessa possessed some gravity that Alice had to obey, and thus, revolve around. An easier metaphor for Sandra was that her attraction to Vanessa was like how she was drawn to giving wedgies. She just wanted to, and couldn’t really explain why.

Vanessa. Just thinking about her brought a chill to her spine, and a warm feeling coursed through her like underwear did through the butt of an unwilling victim once she got her hands on them.

Why did Vanessa like her? She had never asked her, or if she did she couldn’t remember what she had said. Most times she never thought twice about their relationship. But they were so different, once you really got down to it. Not just the obvious things the physical appearance for example, too many people only saw the physical Alice thought, that`s why her physical stature did her good as a tool for intimidating. And no one suspected she was vulnerable to wedgies, and was sometimes consumed by these worries, concerns and thoughts. For all her anger, rage, strength and power, she was still a teenage girl, and although she wasn’t the smartest, and couldn’t understand all her thoughts and feelings, she still had them… just like anyone else.

Vanessa was smart, sure, but she was calculating, vengeful, had this fiery tempter, and hated. She hated Erika for example, and spent lots of time planning how to bully her. Alice didn’t hate anyone, maybe she was too dumb to hate. But maybe not. Sometimes she wondered how dumb she really was. Was she only dumb because people had said she was for so long? She bullied everyone and anyone, but didn’t hold grudges, or go out pf her way to really make one individuals life miserable. She just did what she did.

Maybe it was because Vanessa scared her. Her rage intimidated Alice in a way Alice suspected her presence did most others. And she liked Vanessa a lot. But was a…could she even call it loving…was she too young for love…was a loving relationship one where she should be afraid of her partner. She didn’t know. She was the dumb one after all. But Vanessa, liked her, she used her to bully people, used her stretch to intimidate, to make herself more powerful. Maybe that`s all that love was.

Alice even pondered what would happen if the two of them just gave up giving wedgies for a bit, and just spent a bit more time together. What would that be like? Would it drive Alice crazy not able to give a wedgie to anyone? Or would she get to know more about Vanessa.

She never even thought about giving Vanessa a wedgie either. Sure she liked giving them, but she understood they were a tool for dominance, for showing the nerds who was boss. But if all she believed about wedgies was true, then what did that mean when Vanessa gave her wedgies?

She remembered a science class once (most classes she ignored, using the time to think of new ways to wedgie her victims or just think of who hadn’t gotten a wedgie in a while) about skunks. She had an unfortunate last name, but it was something she had gotten used to. Anyone who said anything about it usually ended up hanging by the flagpole, dangling a few feet off the ground while their underwear gouged their butts.

She of course remembered that skunks can spray an odor that repels all other creatures. And that made her think a bit about herself. Most people avoided her, they stayed away as if she stunk. But she learned that skunks were solitary animals. Again, it related to her, but skunks could control their glands that secreted the smells, so why would they choose to be alone? They only sprayed to defend themselves. She was similar to a skunk, but also different. She didn’t give wedgies to defend herself, people avoided her, and she was solitary. But not by choice.

She learned more from giving wedgies than she didn’t any stupid classroom anyway, she thought. Like the other day, she was giving the super nerd Pammi a nice big wedgies, bouncing her up and down by the plainest, dorkiest white panties she had ever seen, when Pammi, always the dork began to tell Alice about her name. As if she wasn’t even getting her undies hauled up, and her feet weren’t barely touching the ground as she was hoisted up and down by a yo-yo. The underwear probably grinding back and forth into her butt, burning her backside with the friction induced heat. But she guessed nerds like that never let a thing like a wedgie get in the way of learning. Maybe she could give her a bra-connection one day in class and see how she learned then.

Pammi had said Alice meant ‘noble.’ What a joke. There was nothing noble about her, unless you think being the best at giving wedgies somehow made her nobility. She was so amused by this comment that she let Pammi go after ripping her underwear. She still wondered if she should have tried to rip all of it right off of her. She also remembered that Pammi had told her that Vanessa meant ‘butterfly.’ She had meant to tell her that a while back, her intention as to impress her, flatter her, tell her that her name meant butterfly, and that she was more beautiful than any butterfly she had ever seen. But she just never got around to it. But now something struck her. Her name was skunk, and Vanessa was butterfly. She didn’t know anything about the animal kingdom, but she was sure that skunks and butterflies never hung out together. Unless the butterfly thought it could control the skunk. That it could scare its enemies away. But what kind of enemies could cute little butterfly have?  Whatever enemies it made for itself.

A butterfly meant transformation, improvement, no one wanted to be a caterpillar. No one wanted to change into something ugly. They wanted beauty, and no one ever said a skunk was beautiful.

And as if life had taken her by the hand to give her a guided tour of some sights down memory lane, she rounded a corner and was only a little surprised to see Pammi right in front of her, digging through the bottom of her locker.

Alice walked right behind her, casting a shadow over the nerd with the thick glasses, frustrated by this new track her train of thought had chosen to turn onto, she just stood over top of her, breathing in and out, channeling her anger into her fists which opened and closed as she imagined how good it would feel to yank this nerds panties up. She was so smart, she probably laughed at Alice, saying how she was so much smarter. How she had friends and all Alice had was wedgies. And wedgies were fun. But they weren’t really her friends. And even if they were, that might mean they were her only friend.

Alice cleared her throat, and at first Pammi didn’t even register that someone was looming behind her. But eventually she stopped rummaging through her locker, and turned her head around and up. Alice smiled when she watched Pammi’s head rise up, in an attempt to see the face of the person who was taller than anyone else Pammi knew. She didn’t need to see Alice’s face to know who it was, just getting a, look at her outfit, her and those massive muscles, were enough to make Pammi gulp. And Alice laughed, a small chuckle that didn’t betray amusement, as much as it did a malicious intent.

“Pammi, you must know, being so smart and all, if you position yourself like you’re doing, butt up, bent over, someone is going to give you a wedgie. Especially when you’re as nerdy as you are, it’s kind of like it’s mandatory, or something.”

Alice slowly bent toward Pammi, whose eyes opened wider as they were filled with the sight of Alice who became the only thing she could see as she got her hands on her pants. A pair of dark brown khaki pants, a white button up shirt, and of course, just to make this stereotypical nerd all the more tempting for wedgie givers like Alice, her pants were sagging slightly, exposing a nice white pair of granny panties that peered out at Alice like an eager player of peek-a-boo.

“And wearing undies like this…” she closed her fists around the exposed underwear. She did it roughly, pushing her knuckles against Pammi’s back, bunching the panties in two tight balls in either hand. “I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to.”

She was crouched behind Pammi, their eyes locked as Pammi continued to stare at Alice, not trying to mask her fear, and Alice who was smiling. The girl’s faces were only inches apart, and when Alice began to move away from her, Pammi felt her butt clench, she turned back to take one last look at her locker before she was dragged away from it.

“I just wanted to get some boo-“ Pammi was cut short as Alice began to stand, keeping a firm grip on the underwear, and taking it with her as she rose. The underwear instantly went taut in her butt, shooting up her butt, and causing her to almost fall face first into the floor from the force of the underwear unbalancing her. She laid her hands on the cold ground beneath her, and felt own arms extend as Alice continued to stand, pulling Pammi up with her.

Pammi dangled above the ground, already starting to whine quietly, as she hung parallel to the ground, hoping Alice didn’t drop her one her face, but also hoping that she could be released form the wedgie.

“WHY ME! Why my butt! It doesn’t deserve this!”

Alice finished her ascent, and kept her arms outstretched to hold Pammi in the air, she began to sink tpo the ground, the white granny-panties, although dorky, were not that stretchy, and Alice was disappointed to hear the familiar sound of threads popping as she lifted Pammi another inch up, to make sure she couldn’t put her arms down to alieve the pain from the underwear pressing against her.

It was jammed against the front of her, which had become he only thing holding her up. And it reminded Pammi of that fact every few seconds with a sharp pang of pain that penetrated her most private areas. The white granny-panties that were usually so comfortable to wear, because they hugged her, began to constrict around her. Threatening, it seemed to her, as she closed her eyes, and tried with one hand to keep her glasses from falling off, while with the other, alternating between holding her butt, and her battered crotch.

“Because you’re a loser know-it-all, that’s why,” Sandra said, and strained her muscles to lift Pammi a bit higher. She wasn’t as hard to lift as Sandra had been, but lifting anyone by their underwear was hard work. No wonder she had so many muscles; but it was still an effort to work them. Pammi gasped, and squealed in response. The large pair of granny panties were continuing to tear, and small holes were appearing in them. The leg holes were growing larger, showing Alice even more of Pammi’s back. She would have liked to continue the wedgie a lot longer, pulling, and tugging on the underwear, making sure the nerd knew that Alice wasn’t intimidated by her intelligence, or her sometime naiveté. But she also wanted to see who else she could wedgie today, besides, she had an idea of how to finish this ultra-nerd off.

She took a step forward, and Pammi squeaked as she was swung forward and back like a bowling ball in the hands of a master bowler who was warming up. Pammi was afraid Alice was going to throw her down the hall, and brought her hands up to her face to brace herself, but when Alice took another step, and then another, makings sure that all the while the underwear was piercing her, the underwear was like a battering ram, emulating her swinging, by doing some swinging of its own, right against her butt, moving back and forth, one second pushing against her, wedging deeper into her, the next, relieving itself, giving Pammi hope that they wedgie might be over, just to take it away a second later, after Alice took another step, repeating the whole process all over again.

Pammi looked up quickly to see where Alice was walking to, not sure how much long her underwear would last before it ripped right off of her, and how long she would last, the panties created the same heat that Pammi, and everyone Alice had ever wedgied, was all too familiar with. And the heat caused by the scraping of her underwear against her bare skin, the wedgie making itself known, only intensified with every second that Pammi’s underwear remained in her butt.

And then she saw what Alice was bringing her towards, she yelped, trying to escape the wedgie, but just ended up swinging more in her underwear, that continued to rip, the small holes, becoming bigger, but they were too close for that to change anything. She was also sure she could have taken a bit more of a wedgie, as long as it meant not going where she was now sure they were going.

“These trashcans look awfully lonely Pammi. I think you would be a welcome addition don’t you think?”

“Trashcans can’t look lonely! And I won’t be any such thing!”

“Are you sure? I’m not so sure. Here, let me introduce you.”

Pammi could smell the trashcans, the smell was unpleasant, and only got worse as Alice closed the distance toward them. She hadn’t been in one in a while, it seemed like at this school, someone was always ending up in one of them. Pammi hated the garbage cans, nothing made her feel so dirty, or like a loser, than being stuck in one of those. Alice suspected as much, and that was why she enjoyed doing it.

She stopped in front of one of the cans, she kept one hand on Pammi’s undies, but after letting go with the other hand, Pammi fell a few inches toward the ground and squealed in fear that she would collide with the ground. Alice just chuckled and used her free hand, to grab Pammi by the stomach, and position her head above the trash can. Pammi continued to struggle, kicking, and flailing her arms, but Alice wasn’t bothered by this, she was almost done.

She tipped Pammi so her face was aiming toward the inside of the can, and Alice adjusted her grip, so all she had to do was lower Pammi inside. She knew she could just drop her in, but this was more fun, hearing her squeal as Alice slowly lowered her inside, knowing she had no control over what happened next. Knowing Alice was the one doing all this to her. Pammi’s eyes had almost crossed from the pain of the wedgie, and being turned upside down, and put into a garbage can didn’t help. She squirmed like a snake, trying to escape Alice’s grip, but it was too late. Even if she did, she would just land in the trashcan anyway. The can reeked, but at least it would be better than having her underwear pulled anymore. Alice finished dropping Pammi into the can, she was hanging upside down, her legs clearly visible sticking out, but her cries now muffled by whatever garbage she struggled atop of.

“Mghshgnhshydf!” Pammi called out from the can. And Alice smiled, brushing her hands together, and then dusting them on her shorts, as if she had just got something dirty on them and had to clean them off.

Alice smiled to herself again.

“I completely agree, Pammi, you should stay there all day. See you later!”
Alice turned and walked on, glancing back at Pammi’s kicking legs and thinking about how she ahd showed that nerd.