Your screams did little as the wedgie zombie pulled hard on your underwear. It wasn't enough to lift you into the air but enough to hurt and cause pain. As the man mumbled about 'criminals', his free hand roamed and squeezed your bare bottom. His thick fingers traced the elastic and found the crack and wrapping them around the stretch fabric began to wrap them around your wrist.
"Ow! Let go! Ow!" You protested weakly, yelping as he began to pull downwards. The tighty whities strained against the strength of the officer and you feel your wrist begin to be bound tightly. Feeling the intense pain in your backside, your underwear was starting to chafe your sensitive skin. "Lemme go..." Your voice grew small and sheepish as you've never been given a wedgie this brutal. The zombie cop didn't stop, in fact he did the opposite. His other hand wandered lower and took hold of the front of your waistband and began, lifting you slightly, dragging you by your tippy toes down the hall.
The bright lights and dark hallways were soon replaced by a new sight, an old nurse's station. Tearing you from the front and lifting you higher, the cop slammed you into the top of the nurse's desk, sending your head to spin and crash onto the table. You couldn't think clearly. Why were you in trouble? This wedgie hurts, you just wanted to go home.
As the cop tightened the wrist-bound fabric, the tension from the bindings tightening as you see a glint in his aviator glasses. What does he plan to do next?
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