Goth Girl's Quest for Wedgie Revenge

The Pains of a Goth in Retail

Pained groaning could be heard throughout the clothing store, overlayed with laughter and the snapping of camera phones. The source of all this was a pale figure waddling around. Her shirt pulled up around her neck, and her trousers caught around her ankles, her bright red bottom jiggled, a thin strand of fabric connecting her crack to her head.

It had only been maybe thirty minutes earlier that Luna had been sorting out the shelves. Despite the fairly colourful uniform of a red shirt and orange trousers, Luna's appearance screamed goth. Her lips were set into a frown, black lipstick matching her eye shadow as her face was set in a semi-permanent scowl. Metal piercings glinted from her lip and ears, one of her ruby red eyes hidden beneath short black hair.

Her uniform shirt strained against her wobbling chest as she folded yet another shirt, jumping slightly as she felt a sharp pain in her ass. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the smug face of an atypical teen girl. "I thought emo's were all stick thin losers. Guess some have fat asses." Clicking her tongue, the older woman shot back. "Fuck off skank, before I spank you like the brat you are."

Gasping in disbelief, the girl quickly stormed off, letting Luna get back to her job. Not five minutes passed, however, before a strong hand rammed her head from behind, slamming her face into the pile of shirts, smearing her makeup over them. "You the bitch who called my daughter a skank?" The voice of a mature woman rang through the store as Luna struggled to rise. "That's her mommy! She said she'd spank me too!"

"Threatening to spank someone else's kids? What gives you the right?" Luna finally managed to turn her head to the side, further smearing her makeup. "Maybe if she wasn't such a fucking brat!" She spat, causing the mother to pause before pushing down harder on Luna's head, her other hand fidling with the front of Luna's work pants. "Such a filthy mouth. I know just how to deal with you. Casey! Go get me a bar of soap!"

Luna heard light feet run off moments before she felt a cool breeze on her legs. "Oh, come on. Seriously?" Blushing under her makeup, Luna could only reach her hands back to try and cober her massive ass. Purple fabric hugged her backside, already slipping between her cheeks as the figure of Twighlight Sparkle smiled up at the mom. "I guess that explains why you are so childish."

Luna was ready to fire back but was cut off by a yelp as her granny panties rocketed up her ass, slicing between her pale moons as they stretched towards her head. Tears sprung unbidden into Luna's eyes as her crack was set aflame, feeling her ass bounce with every yank her panties were given, forced ever deeper despite her grip on the central strand.

After a few minutes, Casey returned, laughing as she saw the other woman's situation holding a bar of soap and a red handbag. "Nice wedgje mom! You're a pro! Here, I grabbed your bag, too." "Thanks, sweetheart. Go ahead and gag this brat with that soap." Hearing this, Luna clamped her jaw shut even as the mom gripped her hair and yanked her around to face Casey. Tears streamed down her face now that it wasn't pressed into the merchandise.

Casey held up the pink bar, cheshire grin splitting her face. "Open wide loser." Luna quickly complied, eyes crossing and screaming silently as the teen's foot slammed into her crotch, making a bad cameltoe worse as the panties did nothing to protect her. The bitter taste of soap filled her mouth moments before her world turned puple, the waistband of her panties snapped under her chin.

"Oh, we're not finished yet girlie." The taunting declaration was followed by Luna's shirt being yanked up over her massive tits, exposing most of her torso and forcing her arms up uselessly over her head, her own shirt now immobilising her only means of fighting back. Suds quickly filled Luna's mouth as she screamed, feeling her white bra pushed up as well, G cup tits now bouncing freely for all to see.

"Bet so many men have jerked off to these fat tits." Luna yelped as her right tit was slapped following Casey's jealousy filled comment, her mother chuckling softly afterwards. "Why don't you show her the downsides of those udders while I finish with her discipline." She said, passing her a couple of clothes pegs from her purse before pulling out a hair brush.

It wasn't long before a crowd was drawn to the sounds of slapping and crying, adding laughted and snapping to the mix as Luna was abused from both ends. Casey's mom showed no mercy to her ass, turning her ass as red as the wedgied woman's eyes with the brush, giving the occasional yank the the central strand of her atomkc wedgied panties. Casey held nothing back either, slapping and punching the targets hanging from Luna's chest while tugging and twisting her nipples.

By the time the mother and daughter were done, Luna's makeup had bled through her panties with the assistance of the slick bar of soap pushing against the fabric, the mess showing the anguished face beneath. Her tits and ass were both bright red and covered in various welts, the pegs Casey's mom had given her clamped down on Luna's puffy nipples. With a final cruel smirk, the mature woman pulled out a marker. "Maybe now you'll think twice about talking back to a customer."

And so Luna was forced to stumble around the store in her humiliated state, covered in grafitti and crude drawings. The worst offenders were "FAKE GOTH" across her forhead, "USELESS UDDERS" and "SAGGY PUNCHING BAGS" on her tits and finally "SPANKING SLUT" and "WEDGIE NERD!" scrawled across her ass, among other unflattering nicknames and descriptions. As a small group continued to follow and mock and document her waddling form, Luna vowed she would have her revenge.