evilaric2

Disclaimer: This story contains wedgies, if you couldn’t tell from the title. This is my second ever wedgie story, so don’t judge it too harshly. Some advice or criticism is always appreciated. You are Female. You let out a deep sigh, one of both relief and exhaustion. You recently got out from a prolonged and draining day of work, seeking respite. You made your way to the inviting embrace of your couch. With a sigh, you allowed your body to sink into the plush cushions. Startled from your tranquil reverie, you jolted upright as a jarring CRASH echoed from the direction of the kitchen in your apartment, followed by the noise of an eerie giggle like sound. “Uhm- H-Hello? Is anyone there?” You ask, almost shaking from fear. The only response you receive is another noise, which you could swear almost sounds like a chuckle.. but it doesn’t at the same time? It’s hard to explain Your breath caught in your throat, and your senses sharpened, attuned to every creak and rustle in the room. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as you scanned the shadows, your imagination conjuring the most unsettling scenarios. Thoughts of a possible serial killer, or even a ghost of some sorts? You forced a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing heart as you murmured reassurances to yourself. "Ghosts aren't real," you whispered under your breath, almost as if the words themselves held the power to dispel the unease that had taken root. Yet, as you stood alone in the dimly lit kitchen, you couldn’t help but grab yourself a weapon despite your “Reassurance”, the weapon in question being a dull and small kitchen knife. “Just in case,” You thought yourself. As you turned to head back towards the safety of the living room, an inexplicable chill ran down your spine, making you grip the knife harder. In that heart stopping moment, the impossible became reality: a spectral touch, icy and ethereal reaches into your (Pants and or Skirt, which ever you prefer.) and grips onto your panties (Which I’ll let you imagine the design) tightly. “No way, there’s no fuc- KYAAHH!” You shrieked as the cold hands yank your panties up to no man’s land, the panties were so deep you could almost taste it. “OW! Ow, hnng..” You were no stranger to wedgies, having 2 older brothers it was quote on quote, “Older sibling law” for them to pick on you. Your current wedgie made all those previous years of bullying look like simple teasing. Struggling against the spectral grip that held your panties, your heart pounded in your ears as you shrieked harder. The knife slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the floor below. You could only watch as you were lifted higher and higher off the ground, causing the briefs to only go deeper and deeper in your privates and elicited more whimpers. “What a loser..” The ghost whispers into your ear with its surprisingly feminine voice. In the heat of the moment you realize you haven’t even turned around to look at your assaulter expecting some kind of hideous monster, you quickly shift your head to see a.. total bomb shell of a woman, her appearance is like that of a model.. if a model was able to float, and had completely Snow White skin. The sheer shock of the moment almost makes you forget about the burning pain in your behind, almost.. The ghost had no intention of letting up, your panties already stretched above your head. “No.. WAIT! Anything but an Atomi-“ You stammered, your voice muffled, barely a whisper as you struggled in your new panty mask. The ghost leaves you with your underwear latched onto your chin and your hands glued together with some sort of ectoplasm.. “This is gonna be a long night..” You grumble to yourself.