Hermione thought the worst part of gym class was going to be dodge ball.
She knew she was wrong the second she saw Pansy Parkinson strut through the gym’s double doors, with her posse holding them open for her.
She was sure Pansy wasn’t in her gym class, and yet here she was with Millicent and Daphne right beside her.
“Granger! Do you know what we’re playing today?” Pansy’s smile made her stomach flip.
Hermione could sense Millicent and Daphne getting closer, caging her in.
“Dodgeball?”
Hermione barely had space to turn her head to see Millicent behind her. The larger girl towered over her, and when she turned back she was nearly nose-to-nose with Daphne.
Pansy laughed. “Nope, tug-of-war!”
Daphne and Millicent both grabbed the hem of her panties and yanked as hard as they could.
Hermione squeaked, a sound so high-pitched she didn’t realize she could make it.
Both girls took a step back from Hermione, still holding their end of her panties and worsening the wedgie.
Hermione had gotten plenty of wedgies before from Pansy and her friends but this double-sided wedgie, tug-of-war, it was on a different level.
Hermione wanted to scream but the only sounds she could manage were gasps and squeaks.
“Ok girls! Ready, set, go!” Pansy announced. Hermione tried to focus on her words through the pain. What did ready set go mean?
Then the rubbing started.
Oh god, Hermione realized, nearly in tears, they hadn’t even started yet.
The real game of tug-of-war was a burning raw friction as the girls yanked the bunched up tight cotton back and forth between Hermione’s legs over and over and over again.
Pansy’s eyes bounced between Millicent and Daphne, eagerly tracking who was winning. But as soon as one girl started pulling ahead, the other would pull her side back.
Hermione hated how she noticed the way the fabric rubbed against her clit with each painful pull.
She looked around desperately at the rest of the class, hoping someone would step in and stop Pansy. But most of the eyes she tried to catch were deliberately averted, looking anywhere but at her.
The few people who were watching were treating Hermione’s torture like a spectator sport, laughing and picking their bet for who would win the tug-of-war.
The dry cotton burned so bad. Hermione felt like the girls were trying to start a fire between her legs.
A particularly strong tug from Millicent felt like sandpaper on her aching pussy. It nearly knocked the wind out of her. Hermione tried to breathe through the pain.
She could barely stand, her legs were shaking so hard. Was it from the pain? Or the constant rough stimulation to her clit? Or embarrassingly, was it the combination of the two? Hermione couldn’t tell.
She never got a chance to find out. Her legs gave out and she collapsed to the ground.
Daphne wasn’t prepared when Hermione went down and she dropped her end of her panties.
They snapped painfully against Hermione’s mound with a loud crack.
Hermione kneeled on the sweaty gym floor, gasping.
“Congratulations Millicent! You win!” Pansy clapped excitedly, and Millicent let go of the back of Hermione’s panties. They snapped against her skin with another loud crack.
“That’s so unfair! She fell. I want a rematch!” Daphne pouted at Pansy, asking for permission to play again.
Pansy looked down at Hermione like she was considering the possibility.
God please no, Hermione silently begged.
Everything throbbed and stung. Her ass, her pussy, her clit. She wanted to run away and shove ice down her pants, just as soon as she felt like she could walk.
Pansy leaned down and gave the front of Hermione’s panties an experimental pull. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut against the tears that threatened to fall from the stimulation to her poor abused crotch.
And she hated herself for it, but also from the embarrassment that she still couldn’t ignore the feel of the fabric rubbing against her clit.
Pansy eyed her with fascination and Hermione couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
But Pansy declared her final decision to her posse.
“I think we wore out the elastic on these panties. They’re useless for a rematch.”
Hermione sighed with relief.
But Millicent and Daphne didn’t look disappointed, they looked excited. Hermione looked back to Pansy. Her sadistic smile send a shiver down Hermione’s spine.
“So, first rematch tomorrow! Best two out of three!”