Chapter #9San Diego Comic-Con by: sww3   Scarlett Johansson was a world-famous actress that had starred in several blockbuster movies while winning several major awards. She knew that she was one of the best actresses in the world and therefore was the target for a lot of criticism. This also led to her accumulating a great amount of haters and non-believers. Her status along with her natural attractiveness made her the target of obsession for a lot of fanboys and fangirls. She didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she loved it when people praised her curvy figure and chiseled jawline. But today, she would learn the disadvantages of having those two physical traits.
After returning to her hotel room following a long day at the San Diego Comic-Con, she made her way through the dark suite before stopping in front of a queen-sized mattress. She was very tired and about to fall asleep. Just as she was about to flop onto the bed, she felt something tickle and brush her lower back. Before she could turn her head to figure out what it was, a slicing sensation entered her buttocks. The blonde actress was about to unleash a cry for help, but a leather-clad hand quickly cupped over her mouth. The slicing sensation tripled in magnitude as her black bikini panties with a red Black Widow symbol on the back went up to her shoulders with the second pull. The desperate actress tried her best to wrestle her way out of the situation by squirming and by trying to pry the wedgier’s hands off her mouth and stretchy undies, but she was physically outmatched.
Face red in frustration and embarrassment, Scarlett seemed to know what was coming next as her gaze was directed upwards for the next few tugs. Those quick and strong yanks only served to increase the burning between her butt-cheeks while taking her underwear over her head. The Oscar nominee had no idea where her panties’s waistband was when a wave of black polyester-cotton fabric zoomed across her face with godly speed and precision before a loud snap echoed throughout the spacious suite.
The actress’ butt lurched upwards and her head quickly bent backwards as her face was now fully covered by a mask made out of her own sweaty underwear. Her powerful screams, previously muffled by the panty-puller’s hand, were now being muffled by her stretched underpants. To add insult to injury for the stunned celeb, the wedgier pulled down her black pants’ waist just under her big pale butt to expose it completely before sending a lightning quick barrage of twenty spanks on each cheek’s sensitive flesh that gave them both a shade of red almost as vibrant as the symbol on her panties. Scarlett couldn’t hear the assailant’s very quiet footsteps as she snuck her way out of the bedroom and suite, but she could feel every inch belonging to the thong-like middle thread that split her big buttocks and pressed very tightly against her crack’s aching surface.
Trying to ignore the agonizing discomfort afflicting the innermost bits of her lower regions on top of the stinging on her butt-cheeks and the scent of her own ass that filled her nostrils, her hands went to work and tried to separate the waistband from the place where her jaw met her neck. During the next five minutes, the actress became increasingly more frustrated and desperate as her strong fingers couldn’t even get underneath the taut fabric. Her blood boiled and her face became even more red underneath her atomic wedgie as she cursed her strong chin and jawline and the fire on her buttocks’ surface. She knew that the spanking and its aftermath would probably hurt a lot less if her ass wasn’t so damn wide and tender. She also realized that her undies were stretched to perfect tightness and, combined with her facial structure, could probably only be removed on her own if she had knives for fingernails.
After those five minutes, Scarlett had used up all her energy trying to remove her atomic without making any progress and she collapsed onto her bed.
The next morning, the actress woke up lying on her front and she groaned once she felt the fabric that was still crammed up her ass. “WHYYYY!!!?” She then realized that her eyes were no longer covered by cotton and that the feeling of her underwear pressing against her head was gone. The blonde turned around and saw that her panties were bunched up above her waist and that her black pants were still pantsed. “Fuck.”
A small piece of paper on her night table caught her attention and she picked it up. Her green orbs slowly widened as they skimmed the beautifully handwritten words on the note and when they reached the last words, ‘Love, Rachel’, the busty blonde let out an extremely loud groan.
The note said that her friend just found her like that when she came by to pick up something in her suite and she then decided to help her out. She wrote that she was not responsible for her ‘nuclear wedgie’. Scarlett believed her. She knew that Rachel was physically strong, but not as strong as the person who completely overpowered her while getting her undies over her face.
However, the actress’ gratitude towards her co-star for removing her wedgie and for not attempting to pick it, which would’ve likely entailed touching her bottom which would’ve then led to her being awoken from her slumber, was very miniscule in comparison to her anger and embarrassment due to her taking several photos of her exposed pale buttocks and of her in her atomic wedgie because she looked ‘funny’ and for ‘blackmail purposes’.
Scarlett slowly stood up with a blank expression and kicked off her trousers. She then reached her right hand inside her butt-crack to begin the long and tedious process of wedgie excavation while hoping that the ‘blackmail’ was just a joke or that it would be executed in a light, friendly manner. She also hoped that she could find out who the mysterious wedgier was before tracking them down. For revenge purposes of course.
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