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It's a cool Spring day, and you're glad you didn't wear a sweater over your black Kingdom Hearts t-shirt and jeans today. The sun overhead casts rays of sunshine through the trees around you, and you walk down the sidewalk with your back to the sun so the light doesn't get in your eyes. Your shoes clack on the pavement underfoot and a gentle wind caresses your hair before moving on. You feel comfortable that today is going to be a wonderful day.

Unfortunately, though you do not know it yet, today is going to be anything but wonderful.

You turn a corner and almost bump into a guy in a white hood and a pair of sunglasses who was walking past. You open your mouth, about to tell him off, but then you notice the headphones he's wearing. You can also hear the faintest bombing sound of drums and the thrashing of guitars from whatever music he's listening to. You turn away, sighing in irritation at the nerve of that metalhead, and continue walking. Up ahead, the sidewalk goes side-by-side a thick line of trees and then turns to the right so you can't see what's beyond that, but you continue on anyway.

You're halfway past the trees, and suddenly you hear a quiet "Psst!" from the forest.

You stop and look around in confusion. What was that? It sounded like a girl, so maybe there were kids playing around in the woods-

"Psst! Hey!" the voice says again, this time with a tone of urgency. It's definitely a girl, and it's definitely coming from somewhere in the forest.

"Hello?" You hesitantly call out, squinting to see through the brush and leaves. You can vaguely make out somebody in a shimmering red (maybe fuchsia) outfit through the trees frantically waving their arms. You reach out and push a branch out of the way as you slowly take your first step off the sidewalk into the trees. You move forward, only to accidentally get hit in the cheek by a tree branch you didn't notice. You duck under the branch and stumble through the trees. You move past one tree, and you manage to get to the spot that the mysterious person was standing, but they're gone now.

"Come on! Follow me!" comes the voice again, this time deeper in the trees. You glance toward the source of the voice, only to see the person in the red outfit is hurrying past a tree, vanishing from your line of sight. At this point, you begin to think about turning back. You are aware of stories about women being taken into the forest and then murdered, but you are never one to leave when someone needs help. For all you know, there could be someone dying of a heart attack back here who needs help, and you want to be the one to help.

Pushing all thoughts of horror movies out of your head, you hurry to catch up to whoever brought you back here.

The sunlight is beginning to fade, blocked by the towering trees overhead, but you notice a sudden brightness further into the trees, so you decide to continue. A branch scratches at your ankle as you step past it, and you duck under another branch as you push through the lines of trees into a small clearing.

In the very center of the clearing is one tree with low hanging branches, the kind of branches that you could jump up and grab them. The grass grows thick and green here, and the sun overhead brightens the whole area, giving it an enchanted feeling. You see the girl in the red outfit scampering toward the tree in the center of the clearing, and then she turns around to face you.

You gasp in surprise when you see that their face is covered by a dark purple mask. There are holes for the girl's blue eyes, and a thin line drawn as a mouth. The red outfit is really a long hooded cloak. The hood is pulled over her head and the bottom of the cloak hangs low, touching her ankles so her black boots are visible. She's holding a tape recorder in her hand, and you can hear "Psst! Come on!" come out of the speaker on it before she clicks it off.

"A cult...?" you start to say, stumbling back and tripping over a stick so you fall flat on your back.

"Better then that," comes another voice. You look around wildly; around you, more girls in the red outfits are coming out of the trees. You count four in addition to the one in the dark purple mask, five in all, and each mask is a different color. You see black, white, silver, and gold. The one in the golden mask, obviously the one who had spoken, steps forward.

"We're not a cult," she says, crossing her arms as she narrows her grey eyes at you through her mask's eyeholes, "We're the Fuchsia Freaks."

"The what...?" You barely get a chance to say anything before the girls surround you. The golden one seems to be the leader, as the girl in the black mask grabs your arm and then turns toward her.

"What do we do now, Fox?" she asks.

"What do you think, Jen?" Fox replies, gesturing toward the tree. You follow her gesture and look toward the tree, only to see that the girl in the dark purple mask (who now appears to be the youngest of all of them) is standing in the tree on one of the lowest tree branches, "Zoey's already got the rope in the tree. Time to do what we do best."

"You mean do what we always do," the girl in the silver mask rolls her eyes as she grabs your other arm.

"Shut up, Kenzie," Jen says as the two of them lift you off the ground by your arms.

"Mitzi, do what you do best," Fox orders. You can detect a sly grin behind her mask, and you struggle to break free from their iron grip as they carry you toward the tree where the girl in the white mask is waiting. You can hear her laugh under her mask, and then Jen and Kenzie drop you. You fall to your stomach on the ground where they hold you down while Mitzi moves to stand over you. You squirm and try to fight, muttering obscenities every chance you can, but it's no use. Mitzi giggles a bit as she moves to stand over you.

"Just remember, this isn't personal," Mitzi says smugly, "It's just what we do."

And then, with no warning, Mitzi shoves her hands down the back of your jeans and seizes the waistband of your panties. You begin thrashing harder, trying to get away from what you know is coming. You've gotten enough wedgies at school from your friends to know what the Fuchsia Freaks have in mind for you.

"This one's a fighter!" Kenzie exclaims in delight, "I hope she turns out to be a lot of fun."

"Aren't they always?" Fox smirks as Mitzi yanks up with a mad vengeance.

Your breath catches in your throat and your eyes widen at the force of the wedgie. Your panties, yellow with a pink waistband, are quickly brought halfway up your back. Jen and Kenzie keep a firm hold on your hands, pulling them up over your head as Mitzi pulls up. Your butt is partially revealed as it is lifted off the ground by the force of the wedgie, and a quiet squeak escapes you.

You're hardly aware of Jen and Kenzie tying your hands together with a short, thin rope as Mitzi tests the stretching limit of your underwear. You begin to blush, now realizing that these girls are staring at your panties and giving you a wedgie. You claw at the ground, and now realize that your hands are tied together.

"Got her hands!" Jen hollers.

"Zoey! The rope!" Fox orders.

Over your head, the rope is lowered down and Mitzi quickly loops it through the legholes of your panties before throwing the end back up to Zoey, who tosses both ends of the rope down to Fox.

"Of all the wedgies in the world, my favourite will always be..." Mitzi begins. You suddenly feel a searing pain in your behind as Fox yanks the rope, lifting you off the ground. You are lifted by the back of your panties, and you squeal in pain and humiliation as your rear is hoisted into the air by your underwear, "...the hanging wedgie!"

Your panties begin to tighten as you are held up by your legholes, now digging into your front in addition to going up in the back. You squirm, but your yellow undies only give a few snaps and do not rip. You struggle to get your hands out of the rope, but they've tied it perfectly. It's not tight, but you can't move. You kick, but only succeed in making the rope swing back and forth, making the wedgie even worse. Zoey has jumped down from the tree and Fox has tied it to something that is holding you up in the air, and now the Fuchsia Freaks are watching you struggle with your wedgie.

"Cute panties!" Jen teases you, making you blush as you slump in shame.

"Look at her face," Kenzie nudges Mitzi, "She's so embarrassed."

"Wait, I've got a fun idea!" Mitzi says, moving closer to you. You aim a kick at her, but she catches your foot and then grabs your other ankle. In one quick move, she leaps up and grabs the sides of your jeans, quickly tugging them down so they hang around your ankles. Your panties are now fully revealed, the back of them pulled over your shoulders in the massive wedgie. You sigh, your cheeks now burning red.

"Hey, she's got, like, the biggest cameltoe I've ever seen," Fox points out.

"Omigod! Her undies are so big and stretchy!" Kenzie says, impressed.

"Wait, I've got an idea now," Jen moves forward as Mitzi steps back. You weakly kick at her, but you miss. You can hardly see; your eyes are starting to tear up. Jen grabs your feet and pulls your shoes off to reveal your bright blue socks. She starts tickling your feet, and you're suddenly caught between laughing and crying. There's an incredible pain in your privates, but at the same time Jen is tickling you. You squirm, kicking and trying to get away, but Jen has fun with you until about five minutes have passed when, thankfully, a loud snap comes from your panties.

"Girls, her undies are ripping!" Fox exclaims, "Come on, time to get out of here."

"Should we take her pants?" Mitzi asks, holding them up. Fox considers it for a moment and then shakes her head. Mitzi seems disappointed, and then she turns and throws your jeans up into the tree where they catch on a branch and hang there.

Zoey climbs up into the tree to get the rope, pulling herself onto the branch just as your panties finally rip, dropping you onto your knees in the soft grass. You breathe heavily as the pain begins to fade, though a few remnants remain. Your arms are still tied together, and you sit on your knees curled up, trying to hide your privates from view. Kenzie picks up a stick as she, Jen, and Mitzi begin to leave, and slaps it across your exposed butt before throwing it to the ground and leaving.

Fox approaches you and unties the rope around your arms. Zoey leaps down from the tree as Fox pulls the rope away from you and then they follow the other Fuchsia Freaks.

"So this is what you do...?" you say, your voice weak from the painful wedgie, "Go around hanging people by their underwear and then torturing them a bit before their undies rip?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Fox shrugs, "Mostly because we've tried... other things. They didn't work out."

And then all the Fuchsia Freaks are gone. You're left alone, half-naked in the clearing. You climb to your feet, keeping a hand over your privates to hide them from view, and look up to see your jeans are still stuck on the branch. Sighing, you begin climbing the tree to get them down. What's left of your yellow panties sit in the grass, as do your shoes.

You silently curse the Fuchsia Freaks, knowing that they're out there somewhere, preparing another ambush for another unfortunate girl.