Hanging Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the

’’ He said as I sat down across from him. Don't ask, it's a long story. I replied, tiredly. ‘‘Then say it, I have all my ears for an interesting story.’’ He said, handing me a can coke. I narrated everything from Valencia coming in the middle of my important meeting to falling off my rooftop, he didn't interrupt me even once until I finished talking. ‘‘…I think, Wow, your life is being a full roller coaster.’’ He said, laughing his arse off. ‘‘You literally fell off the rooftop then got hanged on a net in the middle of sky!’’

Other than that, the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing. I didn't know how long I was hanging. Adrian dragged me straight to his playroom after meeting with the Rogue. Then he proceeded to tie my arms and hang me from the ceiling, feet dangling on the floor with just the tips of my toes barely touching the ground. My shoulders... my legs... my feet... everything was already aching.

And Hidi was quickly scanning through them. “Damn, still not them.” Hidi pouted with a sigh, sliding a hand down on her dress to smooth the wrinkles. “Maybe I’ll just go outside to wait?” Hidi turned without warning then. Her giant body shoved Pendwick off balance as she stepped past to go deeper into the room. Pendwick was barely able to catch himself in time from falling onto his bad knee. A great pain ran up his knee again. He winced and quickly dodged to the side to hold a table to stay up.

I turn and stood in front of Penny and Wade with my arms out. “I don’t want to die!” Penny whispers as tears are streaming down her face. Then another twig snaps to our left. “We need to leave now! Run!” Wade shouts. We follow Wade in the direction he is running. I don’t know which direction it was, but I just follow. We run past trees and almost tripped over logs; we aren’t heading back; we are running for our lives. We stop. Link onto each other. Then Penny screams in terror and hugs me. Me and Wade look up and see a body hanging from a tree.

My husband is six feet away, watching a stranger undress me with a weapon, and I can't move. I'm naked in thirty seconds. Clothes in shreds at my feet. My nipples harden from the cold air, and I cross my arms. The quiet one walks up to me and pulls them apart from behind and holds my wrists. The talker sets a handgun on the nightstand. "Just in case you're thinking about running," he says with that grin. "Rope," the leader says. They string me up. Wrists bound together, pulled above my head, hooked to a ceiling fixture. My toes barely touch the floor. The rope bites into my skin, and my shoulders scream as I'm hanging naked in a penthouse bedroom for four dangerous men.

And like a wrecking ball, I’m hanging over the ceiling! A heavy metallic hook hangs down the ceiling and anchors me by the tightly knotted rope, so I’m left to dangle wherever my body swings. “Oh, my god…” Panic shoots in. My body is quivering with the fear of falling and breaking my bones. The stench of urine hits hard and without a struggle, I remember how I got in this mess. Mr. Russo!!! I almost gasp in terror Desperate to find him, I gently try to move my weight to the side. I’m expecting to see his huge frame watching me from behind, not the sight of a Master Dildo stationed right beneath my exposed asshole.

I walked around the guy and wrapped the other band around his wrist. "You were late," she reproaches me. — Sorry, next time I'll wait until they break your nose. His nose was horrible, I didn't stop to look at it for a long time and it seems that he felt uncomfortable touching it to check how bad it was. We turned and saw the men we came for hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, barely four inches from their feet and the floor. Both were wet, bruised and looked exhausted, one was unconscious. We free them and help them sit on the ground.

Cecilia stiffened and a gasp escaped her lips when she saw the scene inside the cell, and I could understand why. The warrior was hanging by his wrists in chains attached to a hook in the ceiling. Blood trickled down from cut wounds on his chest and abdomen and his eye was almost swollen shut from the beating he had been taking. Cecilia tried to back away but bumped into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her from behind to hold her in place. “It’s time for you to see what happens to people that I think are lying, alright?” I whispered in her ear. Her breath hitched.

He felt the wings, traced every vein and elastic texture, then stuck out his tongue. “How disgusting!” Although the adrenaline rushing between believing and not he managed to beat Miranda, the young man did not want to be happy for too long. He got up and spread his wings looking for Louise, then followed Phillip and Lillian to tell them the good news. Wiggy's feet were lifted several meters into the air, into the deserted hallway before a purple glow of dissolution hit his body. Wiggy screamed so loudly, his smoky wings burst into huge rips, and gravity immediately pulled him against the ground.