[Request] The Wedgie Curse

                Suzanna's fingers wiggled over the golden idol. About the size of a bowling pin, it was a long phallic shape ending in the face of the long forgotten Mesoamerican god of humiliation Rekkyuur-Ahzkrak. The twisted, grinning, sideways tilted face was uncovered by the dust that had invaded the rest of the crumbling temple.

                With a sudden movement, she yanked the idol off the pedestal and tensed. A practiced treasure hunter, Suzanna expected some sort of trap. Arrows, or a rolling boulder, maybe, but nothing happened.

                Shrugging, she put the idol in her backpack.

***

                Inside her cheap, dusty motel room down the road from the temple, Suzanna pulled the idol out of her pack and set it on a chest of drawers. She was wearing tight khaki booty shorts, practically painted onto her round asscheeks, and a blue t-shirt. She pulled off the sweaty t shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her sports bra underneath was completely drenched in sweat.

                She wiped her face and then bent down to untie her shoe, presenting her wide ass to the gold idol, which suddenly began to glow…

                STRETCHCCHH

                "OUHHH!!" Suzanna let out a sudden surprised howl, her face warping into an o shape as an invisible force reached into her shorts, grabbed her pink panties, and yanked them up her asscrack.

                STRRRETTCCHH

                The force yanked even harder, forcing Suzanna up from her bent over position. Her face twisted in pain, the cotton of her granny panties bunching together in her crack and scraping against her surfaces, the leg holes squeezing her buttcheeks, the front of her panties stretched down from her crotch and up her asscrack, tightening around her pussy and invading her folds with sweaty cotton.

                "Hhsss," she hissed in pain through bared teeth.

                She grabbed the idol with furious hands and turned it over looking at the base, which read:

                "A curse upon you if you steal this lmao."

                Dropping the statue in rage, her left hand reached back and tugged at the taught, fabric yanked out of her pants and suspended in the air by nothing in an impossible wedgie. Her other hand scrambled through the drawer.

                Victorious, she pulled out a pair of scissors, ready to cut her panties free from the ass-wrecking magic grip. A smile spread across her face as she held the scissors up. But then her gaze was pulled down in horror.

                The front of her sports bra was slowly stretching away from her chest. The material was being pulled away, farther and farther, stretching like it was made of rubber. The fabric bit into her back and shoulders. Her g-cups, no longer compressed by the material, were pulled forward instead as the front of the sports bra stretched two and then three feet away by the invisible curse.  

                She moved to cut the sports bra free, but too late. The invisible curse suddenly let go of her bra and it snapped back against her tits with a loud, fleshy-

                POWWW

`               “AUUGHHhhg!!!” Suzanna doubled over, hugging her pulsing, aching boobs. Her eyes were giganitic, she gasped for breath, the breath knocked out of her from the crushing slamming force and her heart racing to compensate.

                “AAhhHHgg….” She squeaked, trembling.

                The force grabbing her underwear wasn’t going to be forgotten, though. It lifted her up off the floor, stretching her panties even further, turning them into a long, stupid thong.

                “LET ME DOWN!!!” Suzanna screamed, kicking her legs, which only made her panties dig deeper and deeper into her. The force pulled her across the hotel room toward the open door of the bathroom, right toward the white porcelain bowl of her toilet.

                “N-NOOO!!!!” Suzanna screamed, holding out her arms, but she was still dunked head-first into the water.

                “BBRRLLGGGG!!!” Suzanna gurgled, all limbs flying in all directions while the invisible force grabbing her panties dunked her into the tepid, bitter toilet water like she was a human teabag, water splashing across

                The toilet lever magically pressed down, and her face was flushed in a gargling swirly.

                “BBBLLRRBBBBB!!!” Suzanna screamed into the splashing, swirling water.

***

                Suzanna hiked down the dusty desert road. In the distance was the high shape of the plateau with the crumbling temple ruins on the very top. Patches of cactus were littered around the plateau's base beneath its almost cliff-like surfaces.

                Suzanna walked bow legged, her ass and crotch and tits still aching. Her boobs were too sore to wear a bra, so they bounced and jostled in her t-shirt with each step. Her backpack with the idol inside was slung over her shoulder. She grumbled under the scorching sun.

                A car filled with young men in swim trunks, probably college students on spring break on their way to the nearby beach, was driving up behind her on the road.

                The car slowed as the grinning men craned their necks out to leer at her. Suzanna ignored them, but a sudden flash of light from her bag had other ideas. The waistband of her underwear rocketed to the sky, yanking her off her feet for a split second, violating her asscrack with sudden burning pain.

                "YEOOWWW!!!" Suzanna shrieked. She stumbled forward on her tiptoes even more bowlegged than before, her back hunched from the shuddering pain.

                Exploding with laughter, the car zipped off across the desert.

***

                Suzanna slowly set the statue back down on its original pedestal. She glared at it, its stupid smug face. She stepped out of the crumbled remains of the temple and back out into the sun. Annoyed, she looked down at the sheer rocky face of the plateau, the desert hundreds of feet below. It was going to be a long climb back down.

                Behind her, inside the temple, the grinning face of the statue flashed one last time.

                “YEOOWW!” Suzanna yelped, sudden crushing, pinching sensations grabbed at her braless nipples through her t-shirt. Her hands tried to swat away the invisible hands squeezing her nipples, but there was nothing there.

                The invisible hands yanked and twisted and pulled at her still-sore sensitive boobs, making her boobs dance and jerk around under her t-shirt, each movement sending shockwaves of pain through Suzanna’s body, making her body arch and twist to follow the demonic hands clamped on her bouncing boobs.

                “LETGO OF MY TITS!” she screamed.

                Her knees knocking together, her face twisting, her face grimacing, she danced like a puppet led by her boobs, spinning around and around, until she tumbled off the side of the plateau.

                “AAAIIIEEEEEEEeeeeee!!!” Suzanna wailed, falling hundreds of feet to her doom. Her arms flapped around like a bird wings, her boobs were pushed up into her face, obscuring her vision. She craned her neck to see over them. A tree branch was sticking out of the side of the rocky cliff right below her and approaching fast.

                SSHHRRIIPPP

                Her t-shirt was ripped to shreds by the branches, tanned boobs bouncing free. Her panties were grabbed in the front by the snatching branches and were yanked up in a burning front wedgie.

                SSTREEETTCCCHH

                “OUUGHHH!!!” Suzanna croaked. Her eyes crossed. Her fingers spasmed and twitched at her crotch, trying to pull her panties out from her folds. She swayed slightly, eyes watering, the fabric cutting deep inside her and making rug burns inside her screaming, crushed, flossed pussy.

                “FGGGPLlsshh…” Suzanna, sweating bullets, grumbled nonsense in her panting voice.

                Her poor tortured panties strained, becoming thinner and thinner, slowly ripping apart.

                SNAPP!

                “AAIIEEEEEE!!! Suzanna screamed. The waistband of her panties gave out and her underwear was ripped out from her shorts, through her screaming pussy. She tumbled down, falling again, her hands reaching at the air.

                YANK

                The belt hoops of her shorts caught on a rusty discarded hiking piton sticking out of the wall. She dangled by her ass from the iron spike. The tight fabric of her shorts were shoved up her asscrack. Her shorts rode up and her asscheeks ballooned out of her shorts’s rising leg holes.

                “UURLLhhggghh…” Suzanna gurgled. Barely conscious from the pain in her pussy and ass. Her shorts rode up her panty-less pussy, crushing her mound. She was loosing feeling in her ass and thighs.

                She dangled in her shorts wedgie, numb, brain broken from humiliation.

                Then her eyes looked down. And she saw green. A giant patch of cactus was twenty or thirty feet below her. Fear woke her brain and she started twisting, scrambling on the rusty piton, trying to get a good grip on the rock wall behind her. As she twisted around, the top button of her strained pants popped off. Her zipper was forced open by her movements. Suzanna found her body leaning precariously forward, the open front of her pants no longer supporting her weight.

                “W-WAIIT!!” her hands reached back to her dangling pants, but it was too late, she tumbled forward out of her shorts, her naked body flipping through the air, ass and tits jiggling, her hairless pussy red and raw and swollen. Her hair flapped around in her face while she fell toward the growing mass of cactus below.

                SLAMMM

                She landed with her legs spread, ass and pussy slamming down onto the swollen engorged head of the cactus. The cactus’s broad, curved surface made sure to spread open her pussy and ass, making sure the tiny needles got everywhere. Their jabbing, electric points were almost as bad as the shuddering pain of the impact echoing through her pussy, ass and hips. Her whole body, her outstretched legs especially vibrated violently, her twisting face barely able to process the horrible, invading pain.

                “AAAAAUUUGGGHHHHAAEEEIIII!!!!” she finally screamed, emptying her lungs.

***

                POINK

                “YeoOWW!”

                On the side of the road next to the plateau, a naked Suzanna leaned back on an elbow and reached down between her legs, grabbing another cactus needle out of her folds and pulling it out.

                She was in a sort of crab walk position, her feet on the ground, but her ass and pussy pointed up to the sky while she leaned back. The sun shined down on her, roasting her pussy with its burning light. Her boobs awkwardly flopped to either side in her humiliating, awkward position.

                POINK

                “YoWW!”

                The sudden blaring of a horn made her twist her head around. The college boys from before were driving up on the way back from their beach trip. Suzanna felt her entire naked, humiliated, defeated body turn bright red with humiliation and rage. Their cackling whoops soon filled the air as they took their car crawled past her, as slow as possible.