"What happened?", Steven asked with wide eyes. "We have our ears and eyes, you know", Kagome said. "Or at least we used to have that... We learned that the empire had gained some special secret. A weapon of sorts. It was so top secret that even our informant coudn't find out more then the date they would (most likely) came back. We waited. We prepaired. Not many of us were left. But those news... they were all we had in months. And since we were running ouf of food anyway..." She shook her head, hesiated. "So when the ship came, we were there. We threw everything we had against them, fought long, fought hard. And we DID get the chest. But..." She was shaking. "We lost everyone. Every single one. Do you even get what that means?" Steven gulped. "That mean...?" She nodded. "Yeah. Mikasa and I are everything we, the rebellion, have left. The others are all dead. And for fucks sake... we coudn't do anything to resque them. Only run off with the chest and hope that they woudn't get us. So far they didn't. But we didn't dare to leave this hide out for even one minute. And that was four months ago!" "Wait... that means...?" Suddenly his tongue felt hot and sour. Kagome blushed. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. God, I feared you would die for have a life... or at least it feels like it. Yeah, it took us a while to open the chest. I don't know WHAT we expeced... but there was nothing but a... fruit. An purple fruit. Almost like an apple. I..." She placed her fist under Stevens nose and hissed: "If you ever tell this to anyone I'm gonna kick your ass! Got it?" He gulped again, nodded. "Good... good... Anyway, I cried for an entire night. I mean... that's it? We lost everything for a snack?" Steven shook his head in confusion. "I don't get it. I mean the empire did all this for a snack? That's all?" Kagomes gaze fell lik a stone. She shrugged. "Don't ask me. Our contact hasn't reported to us since then. And I have no fucking idea what that thing could be." "But... but, I eat that thing!" Steven was on his feet, his eyes wide, his mouth dry as a desert. "I can't... I don't... What am I supposed to do?" She opened her mouth... and then the entire world around them started to shake. Ther was a deep growl. The smell of dust. The door threw open... and a shadow rushed through it, sending Kagome flying through the air and against a wall, before rushing to be on top of her! Steven was frozen where he stood. The fuck was that thing? It looked like a wurm, but as big as a human, green and full of spikes. The sharp teeth in the wide open mouth looked like knifes. Saliva everywhere. Kagomes face was full of pain and anger as she did her best to keep the mouth of her opponent open and under controll. She grunted. "Go! What are you waiting for! Get Mikasa and run!" The creature fought like a demon, they rolled over the floor, the teeth sunk into her shoulder and Kagome screamed loudly and sharply. "FUCK! I said: run! Run!" Steven shook his head. "But what about..." "Damn, if you don't run in three seconds I'm gonna strangle you! Run!" Steven bit his lower lip, frowned. But then he heard loud sounds from the distance and instinctivly started to run ouf of his room. Similiar creatures where everywhere, their heads breaking through the walls, the floor, the ceilling. Their growls filled Stevens ears as his movements got faster and faster. He meet Mikasa, who suddenly appeared in front of him and cried: "I tried to warn you, I really did! But they were to fast." He noticed that her mouth was bleeding. Her left eye was on it's way to turn blue. "Mikasa?", Steven asked carefully. "Who are you talking about?" The question was answered when metal boots kicked down the door behind Mikasa and several imperial soldiers stormed through it and towards them! Stevens eyes widened as he pulled Mikasa to the side... while the lead soldiers sword rushed through the air! If he had moved even one second later... Mikasa rushed forward, in his direction... and she screamed ans the leather glove closed around her neck. She was lifted into the air and started to kick through the air! Her feet meet the armor, yet didn't manage to accomplish anything! Steven rushed forward but one of the others soldiers grabbed his waistband and yanked him of his feet! He screamed, his hands instantly wandered down to soften the pressure on his crotch. A decision he would regret for the rest of his live as the lead guy used that time... to break Mikasas neck! The sharp sound felt like a knee into the stomach! Steven felt like sick from his toes to his head. Mikasa's body became limp, her arms and legs hung down towards the ground, and her murderer threw her into the wall! Steven screamed, he bend over, seemingly in dispair... and threw head in one quick motion, crushing the nose of the young soldier, who had ben dumb or arrogant enought come without an helmet. There was another awfull sound. The dead guy fellt the floor and Steven started to run, his undies sticking ouf his pants. But the other soldiers threw themself at him. He kicked, he growled, he punched. A fist flew through the air punshed into the jaw, making Steven fly through the hallway and almost the entire way back to the room he had just ran from! Several seconds passed. Steven was unable to move, to think. But then he jumped back to his feet. The wurms around did all they could to damage the place. Dust clouds filled everything. The soldiers stormed in his direction again! One of them punched Steven in the stomach and gave him another wedgie as he bent over from the pain! He suddenly got a lot of those. But this was not the time to think about it. He kicked, struggled. But the soldier didn't seem to be impressed. Steven growled, started to curse against his enemy until he was thrown against the wall! He screamed, coughed... and filled the ground with seas of blood. Another quick movement! The foot connected to Stevens face and threw him against the wall once more! He was grabbed by his neck and lifted of the floor himself. And of course it was the same guy who had killed Mikasa. his mustace was large and brown. And he was wearing a large, sadistic grin on his face as he pressed Steven against the wall. Stevens eyes rushed to the side. There was the bloody body of Mikasa. Someone who had lived, who had dreamed. And someone who had any future she could of had. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Don't feel bad for her!", Mustache taunted. "Atleast she won't be around to see what I'll do to you!" His free hand pulled down Stevens pants. Steven felt the bare skin of his wedgied ass connecting to the stone wall. Everything seemed set. Just another injustice from the "keapers of the peace". Little did they know that everything would turn out differently. A sharp light gave birth to change.
Miles screamed as the waistband of his briefs snapped back and landed on his forehead. His belly was covered under pink fabric. A large pearl of sweat ran down his back and vanished in his buttcrack. He grunted and took a few shaking steps. Shinta tilted his head and formed his lips into a small, almost invisible smile. His hands wandered to Light and Alex, giving both of them a pretty hard melving and forcing them on their tip toes! They grunted with with each yank. Shinta nodded and both Eji and Roger (one willing, the other one not so much) and pulled the underwear of the other two up to their shoulder blades! Lights face turned red as that little shit (along with his own brother) gave him a squeaky clean wedgie! He placed both hands on his crotch and groaned as Eji and Shinta (according to the latters instruction) pulled both sides of the pink briefs up to Lights neck. Shintas eyes were curios. "Want me to stop?" Another yank. Light groaned. "How about you?" Shinta nodded and Alex gave Rogers briefs a harsh yank, completly uncovering the feisty butt and turning the underwear into a thin whip! A tear of anger escaped Rogers left eye and dropped from his chin onto his chest. "Well?" "Yes, please", Light groaned. His entire lower region was on fucking fire! He could feel the fabric kissing the top of his ass crack. "Yes, what?" Light screamed as the front of his underwear was pulled even higher and stopped just underneath his chin. "Please stop it!" "Stop what?" Another yank. By now the fabric was above Lights nose. "Please stop the wedgie!" Shinta raised his white eyebrows. "Please stop the wedgie, Sir!" Shinta smiled and let go of the fabric. Eji did the same and he (kinda) liked the way his brothers ass looked by now. It was full of sweat, shining in the light, as did the armor of the guards surrounding them. Light lay on his belly, his limbs stretched out. He looked similiar to Miles, only that he had been spared an atomic wedgie. But they both groaned and held their crotch. Shinta giggled and jumped in front of Roger, who he gave a series of sharp melving yanks! Roger screamed! His balls were pressed upwards, he almost feared that they would burst into his belly. And Alex was forced to go along and throw a spear into his asshole. "Please stop the wedgie, Sir!" Roger didn't care. All he wanted was some time to rest. To let his ass cool down and start to feel other parts of his body once again. But he refused to fall down like the others. He stood there bend over, sure, but he refused to go any further. His underwear was full of traces from Shintas grip. He lowered his head and tried to understand how he could let something as demeaning as this happen to himself. He stared at his toes and feelt his cheeks turning red. Meanwhile Shinta sat down on the floor... gazed at the others boys... one by one... and then pointed at Eji. "You. Give yourself a melvin." Eji did his best not to smile. He walked in front of Shinta, grabbed his own waistband and gave it a enourmes, mercyless yank! Shinta didnt' instruct him to stop and so he carried on. Each yank felt like that thing, Light had once described to him as a "hand job", something his girlfriend had (apparently) done quit often. It was like drinking sunshine or eating a oven fresh chocolate cake. The end of his best piece felt like a brush as the pink fabric rubbed against it. It went up and it went down. Then Shinta nodded, stretched out his legs and pointed at his own lap. Eji rushed in his direction and lay down. He bit his lip in order not to groan from pleasure as Shinta pulled his briefs down to his ankles. The thin and soft fingers went over his buns. Soothed them, caressed them and (sometimes) pinched them. Eji closed his eyes, did what he could in order to keep his dick from growing. What helped (in that sense) was that he felt his brothers gaze. The spanking started. Eji gasped as a red handprint appeared on his butt. Then Shinta ordered him to stand up. He stood in front of Eji and ordered him to pull down HIS grey briefs in the back. And so Eji did. The sight of the small, well formed butt cheeks was almost to much for him. A tiny, pretty much invisible, spot appeared on the front of Ejis underwear. Shinta crossed both arms in front of him and frowned. His gaze went into the distance, into a far away kingdom. Then he suddenly smiled and said: "Give me a wedgie. Regular. now." Eji nodded, he quickly pulled on the waistband and turned the briefs into a thin string that drove Shintas butt cheeks away from each other. Shinta was on his toes now. And his arms were still crossed... "Let go." Eji grimaced and allowed the fabric to snap back to where it belonged. Shinta giggled once more and rubbed his exposed flesh while bending forward and backward. "I like your wedgies." Eji smiled. His little chest was full of pride that filled him like a tiny sun. "Thanks, Sir!" And he saluted. Shinta picked his wedgie and stepped in front of him. "Turn around." He did. And the briefs were pulled once more - this time by someone else - and landed on Ejis head! Eji coudn't help himself. He came as the fabric snapped back and made him fall on his behind. Shinta smiled and moved on to another boy who he spanked, who he forced into a shoulder wedgie. Afterwards he stopped in front of Miles and ordered him to stand up. Miles did as instruced, althouh he remained bend over. "Can I... can I... please... no atomic. I can't deal with it!" Shinta frowned, throughtful, not angry, and thought about it. "Okay!" Miles sighed in relief as the underwear was pulled down from his head and pleased itself with filling the room between his ass cheeks. Shinta smacked Miles butt - his own undies got a bulge as the scream reached his ears - and ordered him to lift Light by the front of his underwear. Miles forced the sigh down his throat and stepped in front of the other boy, who did what he could do get on his knees. There was clear message in Light's eyes. His chin went down just a little bit. And yet Miles organs were on fire. He closed his eyes, reached down and lifted Light into the air by his underpants! He saw how Light pressed his lips together in order to prevent himself from screaming. And boy... he was heavier then Miles expected... or perhaps he hadn't done it properly. He almost stumbled, and therefore Lights body came in direct contact with his. He felt his legs and he felt something else. He corrected his feet and raised Light a little higher as Shinta instructed him. "Not bad... not bad." Shinta giggled and came around him. "Your funny. Miles.. right?" Miles body was full of sweat. His muscles were so tense... And his entire body was shaking from his struggle to keep Light in the air. Shintas hand went into Miles briefs and patted his tensed butt cheeks. "Yo... I asked you something!" He pinched one chick and smiled as if Miles had offered him some ice cream. Miles gulped and said: "Yeah. Miles." Shinta tilted his head to the side, crossed both arms behind his back and whispered: "You can let him down now!" Thank fucking god. He sighed with relief as Lights feet touched the ground once more. Light groaned and bend over. His back was covered in lakes of sweat. Lights face was red. He grimaced and raised one arm in order to rub the sweat from his forehead. The smell of hormones and testosterone filled the air. And, honestly, Miles wasn't quit sure what to think about this. He gulped once Shinta pulled his briefs back. He tilted his head from one side to the other. Whas this underwear a piece of art? An experiment? Could of been. Those pairs of underwear didn't rip. Spots went away in time. They were soft and soothing when everything was done and yet hard as iron when they were used for wedgies. But did that really matter? He looked into Shintas eyes and wondered what went on in that guys head.