This choice: You to be sent to the cells to be dealt with by Abigail • Go Back...Chapter #5You to be sent to the cells to be dealt with by... by: Zuutb123   “Yes,” said the sheriff, “what you need is to be sent to the cells. If you’re going to act like a common harlot you should be treated like one!”
With that, the sheriff grabbed the back of her panties that were still stretched over her head in a painful atomic, and pulled her out of the room and down the hallway. Annabel was blushing red as she was pulled down the hallway towards the holding cells.
Annabel felt the eyes of her colleagues and people in the station and couldn’t tell whether she loved it or hated it, up being unable to see or speak with the atomic wedgie securely in her teeth. The burn of the wedgie secretly made her feel alive and knowing everyone was witness to her humiliation made her feel so very vulnerable and fragile.
As the sheriff pulled her through the halls and around corridors her butt jiggled and she could feel her underwear go feeler into the wedgie with every pull. The hands of those in the corridors and prisoners with their stretched through their cell bars reached for her and she felt very smack, spank and tease.
Hands spanked her as they went through the station and she could feel her previously milky white butt turn a cherry red as her denim mini skirt and panties stretched in her butt crack did little to protect it.
Other people teased her, pulling the panties further up her crack or her front so her wedgie quickly became an atomic both front and back until she was sore and burning as the panties were secured in her teeth and round the back of her head.
Finally, she was secretly thrilled to feel throughly humiliated as she felt hands grab her top and full the flannel open, exposing her matching frilly bra covered in rainbows and tiaras with the words “cowgirl princess” across the cups.
When they got there, the sheriff finally released Annabel from her elastic prison, her crotch burning from the wedgie’s grip and her panties hanging over the waistband of her denim skirt. “You’ll stay here until you can learn to act like a proper sheriffs deputy”.
Then, with a loud smack on her burning behind, Annabelle found herself pushed into the cell with none other than Abigail. She looked around the gloomy room trying to do up her flannel and mixing the buttons up, while rubbing her red butt that jiggled as she shook a little - with adrenaline or nerves she didn’t know.
As the door shut Annabel heard the lock turn with a loud, metallic sound. Nervously she turned to face her cellmate, Abigail. She was standing in the corner, leaning against the rough wall and was a picture of calm.
Annabel gulped, suddenly a lot less brave now she was facing Abigail, notorious stagecoach robber, with her auburn hair wild about her head like a mane and her large D-Cups straining her yellow plaid shirt, while her tight jeans showed off her strong legs and jiggling posterior.
“Well well well “ laughed Abigail, sauntering towards the small deputy, who was now feeling rather small in her cropped flannel - which was not done up properly - and mini denim skirt. She was also very conscious of her stretch panties hanging over her skirt from all sides. “If it isn’t Little Miss Deputy.”
Annabel nodded at Abigail, not quite trusting her voice yet.
“Is this about your little show earlier?” Asked Abigail, smirking and closing in on the petite girl. “Because, Miss High-and-mighty we have time to finish that now.” Annabel gasped, already feeling the imaginary pull of the underwear up her ass and the humiliation of being beaten by a petty criminal.
“Don’t be gettin’ any second thoughts now, doll” said Abigail, reaching out for Annabel’s childish panties. “This is happening whether you want it or not”
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