Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent were hanging out in the girls bathroom, all avoiding different classes.
Every time a girl came in to use the bathroom, she’d take one look at them camped out in there sitting on the sinks and immediately turn around to find a different bathroom or just go back to class.
Word spread fast in the halls.
Maybe fifteen minutes into class no one went into that bathroom again, and they were free to talk uninterrupted.
Until Granger walked in, who must’ve missed the memo.
As soon as she opened the door she knew she made a mistake, but Pansy’s face lit up with excitement and Millicent pounced into action to grab her.
If she had quicker reflexes maybe she could’ve made a run for it. Too late now.
“Granger! Perfect timing!” Pansy couldn’t stop smiling. It made Hermione feel extra nervous for whatever was coming.
“You can settle a debate for a us. We were just fighting over who gives the worst wedgies.” Pansy said.
Hermione knew where this was going.
“And don’t just say whoever’s the most painful. Some of us are better at humiliation than pain.” Daphne said with a pointed look at Millicent, like Hermione should take judging a wedgie competition seriously.
“Me first!” Millicent grabbed hold of the back of her panties and yanked. “And don’t worry, I’m good at pain.”
It was brutal. She pulled so hard she lifted Hermione off the ground. Hermione dangled a few inches above the floor and she kicked pathetically trying to reach it again while Millicent pulled on her panties again and again, bouncing her up and down and making her panties ride so high into her asscrack she was surprised she wasn’t bleeding.
She felt like she being split in half. And with every bounce it still got deeper in her crack.
Finally, mercifully, Millicent dropped her on her ass with a loud thud. It hurt like hell on her sore ass but she didn’t care, because it meant the wedgie was over.
Only it wasn’t. Because then Millicent grabbed the back of her panties and started again.
She kept dropping her on the floor and starting over in a brutal cycle of torture for her ass.
It didn’t stop until Hermione started to cry.
She didn’t want to cry. But the dry friction burned so much and being dropped over and over made her asscheeks ache. She would probably be bruised for weeks.
Hermione sniffed hard and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears, but she couldn’t stop them. She was sitting on the bathroom floor openly crying because of a wedgie.
“Can she even handle another one?” Daphne asked with a look of almost pity.
Hermione’s asshole throbbed. It hurt so much she really didn’t think she could take another wedgie.
She felt pathetic, crying in front of her bullies, but she couldn’t help it.
“Can you, Granger?” Pansy nudged her with her foot to make her look up at her.
Hermione wiped her teary eyes and shook her head no.
“Can you stand up?” Pansy asked.
Hermione did. She winced at the pain with every movement but once she was standing it felt a little better to be off the floor. At least not to be sitting on her sore ass anymore.
“Good girl.”
Pansy wiped her hands over Hermione’s cheeks, soothingly wiping her tears away.
Hermione closed her eyes. She let Pansy keep touching her face. Let her wipe imaginary tears off her forehead and neck and real tears in her eyes even though she already stopped crying.
“That’s a good girl. It wasn’t that bad.” Pansy said while she touched her face.
It was that bad. It was torture. One of the worst wedgies she ever had. But, for some reason, Hermione liked it when Pansy called a good girl.
“Can you show us the damage?” Pansy asked.
Hermione didn’t know what Pansy wanted her to show her. But if she called a good girl again she’d show her anything.
Pansy’s hands moved to the hem of Hermione’s pants, nudging them down.
Hermione understood and took her pants off. She was left standing with her panties wedged so far up her asscrack that they didn’t cover her ass at all.
Her bright red cheeks were on full display, looking freshly spanked from being dropped on the bathroom floor.
Pansy pulled Hermione in closer and crossed her legs around her. Holding her intimately close and trapped.
“That’s hot.” Pansy gave Hermione’s ass a light slap, but it was already so sore and sensitive that it stung.
She yelped from the unexpected pain.
Pansy tugged on the back of her panties a little to see how much it hurt.
Hermione gasped. It hurt!
“Pansy, please. I can’t!” Hermione clutched the other girl’s shoulders and squeezed, trying to brace herself against the pain.
“Ok, ok.” Pansy soothed. “What about this?”
She stuck a finger between Hermione’s sore cheeks and rubbed the bunched up fabric of her panties over her asshole.
Hermione whimpered. It still hurt, a lot. But Pansy’s slow, gentle rubbing also felt kind of nice. Hermione couldn’t help thinking about how good it would have felt if her ass wasn’t so sore.
“Can you handle that?” Pansy asked.
Hermione nodded.
“Good girl. What about this?”
Pansy peeled Hermione’s panties away from her asshole. Hermione moaned from the relief. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt shame. She felt like she should be trying to get away. But Pansy’s legs were firmly planted around her body and Millicent and Daphne were still there watching her humiliation. They’d stop her in a second if she tried to run.
Pansy rubbed the pad of her finger in a gentle up-and-down over Hermione’s bare asshole. Hermione couldn’t help moaning again.
“Is that ok?” Pansy asked.
Hermione shyly nodded. She didn’t want to admit that it was more than ok. It felt good, despite the pain. This was a different kind of friction, almost soothing the raw pain even as it caused more.
Pansy pressed on Hermione’s asshole, not hard, just testing. Hermione clenched her ass from the pressure.
“Are you gonna let me get it in?” Pansy asked, pressing harder on Hermione’s hole.
Hermione nodded. She forced herself to unclench. Pansy slowly pressed her finger inside Hermione’s ass just past her nail. Barely in at all. But Hermione could feel her. Inside her. She clenched around Pansy’s fingertip.
It was dry. It was raw. She couldn’t possibly go in deeper. She couldn’t move. Hermione’s ass puckered around the little intrusion.
Pansy slowly, so slowly, pulled her finger out and held it to Hermione’s mouth.
“Lick.”
Hermione had tasted all of her bullies’ asses before and all of their shit. But she’d never had to taste her own ass. Somehow it felt more degrading, more humiliating.
Still, she willingly opened her mouth for Pansy.
Pansy wasn’t gentle with her mouth like she was with her ass. She shoved her finger in as deep as she could, laughing when Hermione started to gag on it.
Hermione sucked the flavor from Pansy’s finger. Her ass was clean but there was a distinct flavor of butthole. Not quite shit, just the taste of ass. She knew it well from having her head shoved between her bullies asscheeks so much.
There was also the bitter perfumey taste of Pansy’s lotion and Hermione hated herself for thinking it was nice of Pansy to put lotion on before fingering her ass, so it wouldn’t hurt as much. As if she didn’t just get a mega wedgie that made her cry.
Hermione kept sucking on Pansy’s finger. She let Pansy invade her mouth and play with her tongue. Pansy was enjoying making her drool.
When she was satisfied she used her finger to scoop up the drool on Hermione’s chin and brought it back to her asshole.
Hermione whimpered as Pansy’s finger slid in deeper. It still hurt, but not as much as the dry poking. Pansy proceeded to slowly pull her finger out just a little bit and shove it back into place a few times. Back and forth, in and out.
The rhythmic thrusting of Pansy’s finger in her ass was turning Hermione’s legs to jelly. She wasn’t thinking about the pain at all anymore, just how good it felt.
Pansy uncrossed her legs from around Hermione’s body and placed one between her legs. Hermione couldn’t ignore the feeling of something against her pussy, even if it was just a leg.
She was so turned on by Pansy fingering her ass she desperately wanted to hump her leg. But that was pathetic. She couldn’t do that, could she?
Pansy pulled Hermione even closer to her, forcing her body further up her leg. Pansy kept her finger in Hermione’s ass the whole time she rearranged her body.
With her free hand she pulled the crotch of Hermione’s panties to the side, forcing her bare pussy to rub against her own pants.
She pressed her hand to Hermione’s back to urge her forward, and Hermione couldn’t help grinding forward on command, her bare pussy leaving a damp spot on Pansy’s thigh.
“Be a good girl, Granger. Good girls cum.”
Pansy picked up the pace on Hermione’s asshole, fucking her with her finger faster than Hermione thought she could take, but it wasn’t enough.
Hermione’s hips rocked against Pansy’s thigh. Humping in rhythm with her fingering.
Hermione stopped caring about how humiliating it was to hump her bully’s leg or how much Millicent’s wedgie hurt. She didn’t care if Daphne and Millicent watched her cum.
All she cared about was cumming.
And she was so close.
“That’s my good girl.”
That did it.
Pansy could feel Hermione’s pussy pulsing and spasming with her orgasm through the fabric of her pants.
“Fuck. I can feel you cumming on my leg, Granger.” Pansy held her hand on Hermione’s lower back and pushed her to keep moving even though her legs felt like jelly and she could barely stand, let alone grind.
But Pansy wanted to feel her pussy keep twitching in the aftershocks.
She gently pulled her finger from Hermione’s ass and stuck it in her mouth. Hermione obediently, thoroughly sucked it clean.
Pansy kept gently urging Hermione’s hips back into motion, guiding her towards another orgasm.
Hermione thought she couldn’t possibly cum again. She was too exhausted, too sore, too aware of her own surroundings now and how humiliating it was.
But soon her eyes were closed and she was holding tight to Pansy’s shoulders while she humped her thigh, chasing a second orgasm.
“I don’t think you get to say you give the worst wedgies.” Daphne said to Millicent, never taking her eyes off Hermione and Pansy. “No matter now much it hurt, she’s enjoying this too much.”