Maka Albarn peeked nervously around the corner, doing this through every hall of the DWMA. Normally she would feel right at home in these hallways, but this last week had been a rare exception. The other students looked at her with amused smiles as Maka darted swiftly through the halls, peeking her head into the next as she quietly panted. "Where are you..."
This madness had started last Monday, when Maka had felt the need to cut in on one of Black Stars more obnoxious rants. The scene was burned into Makas memory, as what came after made her regret it more than anything.
"...And that is why, Tsubaki, you have no reason to EVER question my mastery of stealth! All the times I've exposed us were entirely necessary steps to securing my future reign as the Usurper of the gods! Hahaaaa-"
"Oh, stuff if already, Black Star!" The green haired assassin turned around, his eye twitching rapidly. "Say wha?" Maka had her arms over her chest, asserting her point further as she furrowed her brow at her dumbfounded classmate. "How can you sell that crap to Tsubaki with a straight face? Your track record so far has just consisted of you messing up all of the opportunities that she's given you take souls! How do you equate that to "Totally necessary?" exactly?" Black Star's gaze wen't downwards, his clenched fists shaking. Maka looked at him concerned, not expecting him to take it that hard. "Um...Black Star? I didn't mean to upset you-" Black Star cut Maka off by sticking his index finger right in her face, making the girl flinch back. "If you doubt me, Ill SHOW you my mastery of the assassin arts!". After that, Black star walked away leaving Maka, Tsubaki and Soul standing next to the mission board in total confusion. Maka thought nothing of it, figuring Black Star would forget about what she said within the hour, given his attention span.
However, the next day she found out quite the opposite. As she was drinking from a water fountain, she felt her purple granny panties fly right over her head. "AAAGH!" When Maka turned to see who had done it, she saw nothing. So there she was, in the middle of the hallway with her panties on her forehead, groaning in pain as attempted to claw them off. Many students took notice, chuckling to themselves as Maka stumbled out of view while trying desperately to put her undies back under her skirt.
On Tuesday, Maka had been walking through the lunch hall when Black Star sprung out of a trashcan behind her and wrenched her yellow briefs past the back of her head, making her drop her lunch on the ground as her feet left the ground from the force her undies flying up her butt. "AAAHOW!" Before Maka could try and escape, Black Star had turned her around and shoved her head down the trash can while snapping the leg holes of her panties over her ankes, giving her a jock-lock wedgie in addition to a trash stuffing. "MMF!!" Maka struggled like that for what felt like the whole lunch period, her top of her butt visible as her panties pulled her skirt downwards as Maka struggled to knock the can over. After Sould pulled her out and helped her fix her panties, Maka spent the rest of lunch fuming in the bathroom as she tried to make her stretched out panties comfortable.
When Wednesday came, Maka was was at the height of paranoia, with Black Star still missing and Tsubaki just as confused as her. When she tried to hide in a supply closet, she found Black Star waiting for her. She remembered vividly as he pulled her inside and threw her over a stack of boxes, leaving her no time to squirm as he rocketed her plain white grannies viciously hard upwards, her feet kicking in vain behind her as she once again felt the fibers of her undies peircing deep into her ass. "NAAAHAAAOOWW!!" In spite of her screams, Black Star was free to wedge her panties into her tender tushy to his hearts content, stretching them as hard as he could until they finally gave. Even as they ripped, Black Star gave no quarter as he ripped the waistband of the panties completely off, dragging ripped shreds of cotton through Makas screaming backside. "Uuuuuughnnnn...." Black Star left her there to pick the bits of cotton out of her butt.
When Thursday came, Maka was white in the face due to the stress of waiting for Black Star to strike. She looked behind her everywhere she went, so much so that Black Star was able to reach into the front of her skirt and give her the biggest melvin she had ever gotten, easily snapping the front of her blue panties over her whole head, leaving her on the ground with her hands between her legs as the pain in her lower lips was overwhelming. ".....EEEE...!" Maka tenderly picked at the cotton sealing her hot breath against her face, revealing her hot blush as she peeled the layer of blue cotton off of her head. "...AAAAH...Ahh...Aha..." Maka stumbled to the bathroom once more, people having trouble containing their laughter as they saw the girl struggling down the hall with her hand on the front of her skirt.
On Friday, Black Star decided to make the finally hanging Maka from a spike coming off of the DWMA building. This was something he decided in a few seconds, but left Maka with nearly two hours of misery as she dangled dozens of feet off the ground, her pink undies forced tautly up her aching backside. She was still sore from the previous week of abuse, making the constant pressure splitting her butt cheeks right down the middle feel all the more agonizing. Even before she had been hung, Black Star had dragged her up here by her panties and made sure to make it just as painful as any of the wedgies he had already given her. As he lowered her onto the spike, he offered her the opportunity to admit she was wrong. In spite of all the pain and embarrassment she was suffering, she still refused to acknowledge him. Even if she was flabbergasted by his sudden spree of being able to sneak up on her. "Damn you Black Star..." Maka cursed the name of her classmate as she swayed side to side in her flesh stinging hanging wedgie, a burning rage building within her. "I swear Ill get you for this..."
Which brings us to today, with Maka Albarn on the hunt for the wedgie-assassin. "When I find you...Ill make you sorry!
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