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High Velocity (Superhero Wedgies) Chapter 21

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Chapter 21: It's a Half-Life

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COM: Cass and Velocity by Chromosomefarm


 
It was close, but Velocity had made it.  Ze had changed out of zyr superhero costume and into a sharp suit.  Ze was wearing a white button down shirt, a red bow tie, black dress pants, a black belt, gray and red argyle socks, and black loafers.  Velocity was standing in the lobby of the diner waiting for Wanda.  Ze had arrived a little early, and was eagerly awaiting the sweet voice of Wanda to greet zyr.  

“Hey there, V-Nerd!”

That was not the voice Velocity was hoping to hear.  Ze turned around and saw Cassandra standing behind zyr, hands on her hips and wearing a turquoise T-shirt, jeans, and green Convers.  Her bright red hair, perfectly applied make up, and patented smirk was almost enough to make Velocity run away then and there.

“Oh,” said Velocity nervously, “Hi there, Cassandra.”

“You don’t mind if I call you V-Nerd, do you?” asked Cassandra, grinning wider.

“Uh,” said Velocity nervously, not wanting to start a fight, “Actually-”

“Good,” said Cassandra loudly, ignoring Velocity’s response, “It suits you, V-Nerd!”

Velocity thought about protesting before Cassandra walked up to zyr and forced zyr into a tight and painful headlock, chuckling as if they were buddies.  Velocity was afraid of this.  Velocity had sworn not to use zyr powers against Cassandra, which meant this high school bully could do whatever she wanted to zyr.  Velocity was at Cassandra’s mercy.

“Hey V-Nerd,” smiled Cassanrda, swiping a Styrofoam cup filled with milkshake off the counter, “What do you think of the shakes here?”

Cassandra plunged the milkshake over onto the top of Velocity’s head.  The top flew off and thick, creamy milkshake burst out and spilled all through Velocity’s hair and running down zyr face, covering zyr eyes and face as ze let out a moan of discomfort and embarrassment.  The entire diner started laughing.

“Oh my God,” murmured one patron, “Did that woman just dump a milkshake on Velocity’s head?”

“I thought Velocity was supposed to be tough!” chuckled another.

Velocity grimaced through the cold beverage soaking zyr head and face.  This was absolutely humiliating.  These people were supposed to think of zyr as a hero, now they all saw Cassandra making a loser out of zyr again.  This happened a lot, but it never got any less embarrassing.

“Oh folks,” laughed Cassandra, waving her hand humbly, “You haven’t seen anything yet.  You want to see what I used to do to Velocity every day in high school?”

The entire diner let out a series of cheers as Velocity begged Cassandra not to do what ze thought she was going to do.  Velocity’s fears were realized as ze felt Cassandra pull back Velocity’s belt with one hand and reach down zyr pants with the other.  Velocity felt the horrible and familiar feeling of Cassandra grasping the back of the waistband of zyr briefs.

“Cass please,” begged Velocity among the diner’s cheers, “Anything but that!  Please, no, no, no, not the- AH!”

Velocity’s yelp punctuated the stretching of elastic and the popping of stitches in the pink cotton briefs as Cassandra hoisted them high into the air.  Two fists firmly gripped the elastic waistband and cotton of the underwear, holding it high in the air as the rest of the fabric strained as it stretched out from Velocity’s pants.  Velocity squealed and kicked zyr legs out in pain and shock as the underwear went right up zyr vagina and butt before firmly lodging there as Velocity hung there by the undies, feet clear off the ground, and milkshake dripping down zyr face, and absolutely defeated.  

“Super wedgie!” laughed Cassandra, bouncing Velocity in zyr undies.

The laughter of the diner was overwhelming now.  Velocity gave up.  Ze accepted that this entire diner would think of zyr as a loser and that Cassandra would walk away knowing she had proved her dominance over Panda City’s beloved hero once again.  Velocity just wanted the physical discomfort to end.  Unfortunately, Cassandra had other plans.  She casually walked over to the coatrack at the front of the diner and slipped the waistband over one of the hooks.

“Hey Cass,” asked Velocity nervously, zyr voice cracking from embarrassment, “What are you doing?”

“Just like high school,” grinned Cassandra, taking a step back to admire her work, “You look good there, V-Nerd.  Anyway, I have to go.  Be a hero and cover my check for me, would ya?”

Velocity moaned in pain and protest, but could muster little more than that as ze swung zyr feet several inches from the ground in pain and embarrassment.  Cassandra swiftly walked out of the diner.  Velocity sighed as the waitress came over and pinned Cassandra’s check to zyr underwear.  Velocity reluctantly plucked it off and took a look at the money Cassandra expected zyr to pay.  Looking at the amount, Velocity felt almost as much pain in zyr wallet as zyr butt.

“Is zyr shirt tucked into zyr underwear?” chuckled one patron.

Velocity blushed under the cold of the milkshake.  It was.  Velocity was always careful to tuck zyr shirt into zyr underwear because it felt more secure that way.  Of course, it had made it that much easier for Cassandra to reach Velocity’s underwear and give zyr the wedgie.  Velocity kicked zyr short legs about, trying to unhook zyrself to no avail.  It only made the wedgie worse and made the patrons laugh.  The wedgie was creeping higher and higher and now it was starting to burn.  Velocity wanted to get down so bad, but the humiliation was keeping zyr from being able to focus enough to use zyr powers and ze was too ashamed to ask anyone in the diner for help.

“Velocity?” came a calming voice.

Oh no, thought Velocity.

Wiping the milkshake from zyr eyes, Velocity saw the familiar and safe face of Wanda, standing there in a red dress and black heels, leaning forward with her hands behind her back and a concerned look on her face.  Velocity turned bright red.  Wanda had seen zyr in some pretty embarrassing situations before, but this might be the worst.  Velocity had milkshake all over zyr head and shoulders and had clearly been overpowered and given a massive wedgie.  Now ze was slowly rotating back and forth as all four of zyr limbs hung limply.

“Do you,” began Wanda, wincing in sympathy, “need a little help?”

“Help?” squeaked Velocity, trying to play it cool and failing, “With what?”

“That…” began Wanda, fumbling for the right word, “Über wedgie…”

“This?” cracked Velocity in such a high voice that Wanda could barely hear zyr, “This is nothing.  I can barely feel it.  It’s kinda like a joke between Cassandra and I.”

“Really?” said Wanda, “Because it looks like the fabric is stretched really thin.  Like, isn’t it cutting into your butt like a wire as it slowly creeps higher and higher?”

“Nah,” coughed Velocity.

Wanda’s perfect description of this wedgie was only serving to remind Velocity of just how unpleasant it really was.  Velocity hung there for another few seconds, trying to smile confidently to look cool.  It wasn’t working.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help you-”

“Please help me down.”

“Alright.”

Wanda walked up to the coatrack and reached up, grabbed the pink fabric of Velocity’s underwear, and pushed it up and off the coat hook.  The elastic snapped into Velocity’s back as ze fell to the floor and landed on zyr face, butt in the air with about a foot of bunched up pink fabric sagging out of the back of zyr pants.  The entire restaurant burst out laughing again.

“Sorry,” winced Wanda, feeling bad for attracting the restaurant’s attention.

“No problem,” said Velocity, still speaking in high pitch voice as ze stood up, “and thanks.”

“No problem,” smiled Wanda, folding her arms behind her back.

“I wish you hadn’t seen that,” whined Velocity, doing zyr best to shove the stretched out undies back into zyr pants past zyr belt, “I swear I have other underwear…”

“I think the pink undies are sexy,” whispered Wanda with a smile.

Velocity stopped fixing zyr wedgie, dumbfounded.  This woman was perfect.

“You,” stuttered Velocity, “You think they’re…  sexy?”

“Yeah,” said Wanda, stepping closer, “You’re like all pristine and put together on the outside with this white button down and black slacks, but underneath you wear hot pink underpants!  I love it!”

“You don’t think they’re dorky?” asked Velocity nervously.

“Well yeah,” chuckled Wanda, “But it’s kinda cute.”

Velocity chuckled.  Wanda chuckled back.  The both stared at each other for a moment.  Velocity thought about kissing her, about embracing her, and about holding her soft body against zyrs under the warm covers of a bed.  Velocity’s passionate thoughts continued for a few moments before zye phone blared out “Talk Dirty to Me” from inside zyr pocket.  Wanda looked at zyr, confused.

“I, uh,” began Velocity, embarrassed again, “I play the sax.  Excuse me.”

Velocity hurriedly answered the phone and held it up to zyr ear.

“Velocity,” introduced Velocity, listening to Specter on the other end of the phone, before ending the exchange with “Got it, be right there.”

Velocity hung up the phone and looked at Wanda sadly.

“That’s a bank robbery,” explained Velocity, “I have to go.  Sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it,” dismissed Wanda with a smile, “Go save the day, V!”

Empowered by Wanda’s support, Velocity slipped zyr phone back into zyr pocket and waved as ze ran to the door.  Velocity shoved open the door and leapt into the air to begin flying away.

“Velocity, wait!” shouted Wanda in concern.

RRRIIIPPP!

“YEEEEEOOOOOW!!!”

Wanda’s warning had come too late.  Velocity had failed to finish shoving the stretched out underwear into zyr pants, so the loose waistband had managed to hook onto the door’s handle as Velocity flew away, resulting in Velocity being pulled back to the ground as another nasty wedgie forced zyr underwear to be pulled out several feet behind zyr.

“Your underwear’s caught on the door,” murmured Wanda, finishing her warning.

“Thanks,” squeaked Velocity, “I know that now.”
Here it is!  I love writing this kind of stuff.  Velocity, Cassandra, and Wanda all represent a classic trio of characters in a humiliation dynamic.  You have obviously have the humiliated: Velocity, the one who forces the humiliation upon the humiliated: Cassandra, and then you have the witness that the humiliated desperately wants to impress.  Wanda's real sweet about it, though.  At some point I want to try writing that kind of trifecta with a colder witness.  Someone who can really humiliate the humiliated even farther.

Anyway, let me know what you think!

ADDITION: Thank you to Chromosomefarm for the wonderful illustration! I highly recommend commissioning work from her!
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directo789's avatar
Love this chapter! You're right, it's a classic dynamic, and you wrote it so well!