Poor Mukuro's Punishment Part 1
(I confess right here that I was inspired by Andyeah's "Hope's Peak: How to Make Life Interesting 3" wedgie fanfiction on Deviantart andyeah/art/Hope-s-Peak-How-to-Make-Life-Interesting-3-666470671
But unlike him, I plan to make this one of a long series of Mukuro punishments- mostly by wedgie, of course)
On board the Excalibur airship over Towa City, offshore of Japan…
Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair, sighed in boredom as she peered out the window of the airship Excalibur.
Ever since she and Mukuro had escaped from Hope's Peak Academy after the failure of the Killing School Life, she had been stuck in this goddamned, peaceful, corrupt… even hopeful city. So boring, so predictable.
Just when she was about to enjoy the Despair of her Killing Game, a team of Future Foundation agents had astonishingly penetrated the extensive defensives around Hope's Peak Academy and rescued the bewildered, amnesiac students. Mukuro had grabbed Junko and escaped from there just in time, as the autopilot Monokuma hordes kept their enemies busy.
The Future Foundation had somehow been able to accurately predict the location and range of all the weapons emplacements and outmaneuver or destroy each one. Junko could only assume that Future Foundation had somehow gained the assistance or cooperation of Izuru Kamakura, the Ultimate Hope… or they'd acquired another Ultimate Analyst like her.
After the two Despair sisters had fled to refuge in Towa City, her loyal lackey, Monaca Towa, had informed them that Despair's infiltrator in the Future Foundation reported that the Foundation had received an anonymous schematics and battle plan, one that helped them execute such a masterful plan. As far as Junko was concerned, it had "Izuru" written all over it.
Though she was disappointed that Izuru seemed to have turned away from despair, she was delighted at how despairingly horribly her plan had failed and intrigued by the idea Izuru might have seen something greater, more unpredictable than her despair had been.
But now she'd been stuck in Towa, this orderly, harmonious… yes, hopeful city, a beacon of hope (no matter how corrupt and despicable its core really was) amidst the Tragedy sweeping the globe… and she was so fucking sick of it! So dreadfully bored! Was there any way to escape this tortuous serenity?
Or perhaps… some wedgies? It would certainly be interesting to hear the otherwise serious denizens of this tedious city with their underwear pulled up, or even hanging painfully by their underwear. But who could she test her theory on first?
Junko procured a chloroform-soaked rag, put it in a plastic bag. As an afterthought, she grabbed two electronic hammock auto-rockers she'd had in her drawer, as well as their remote. It could be… useful in certain situations, and it wasn't like she would be getting any hammocks in Towa City. Prepared, she left her room, descended down into the airship's underbelly, and began walking randomly.
As she passed by the sunroom, she saw none other than her own sister, Mukuro Ikusaba, the Ultimate Soldier, busy hanging up her newly-washed laundry.
Junko grinned evilly at her own luck. The perfect test subject for her wedgies… right in her sight.
"Mukuro!"
"Junko!" Mukuro's eyes widened and she hastily attempted to look alert. "W-What are you u-up to?"
"Nothing much big sis…" Junko smirked, walking to Mukuro. "Could you close your eyes for me?"
"Um… why?" Mukuro couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, knowing her sister.
"I… have a surprise for you. Do it. Now." Junko's tone turned colder.
"Y-Yes, ma'am…" Mukuro closed her eyes in fear.
Junko pulled the chloroform rag out of her plastic bag. "This might smell a bit." She shoved the rag over Mukuro's nose and mouth.
"MMMMMMMPPPPHHH!" Mukuro gagged at the smell and her hands grabbed Junko's wrists with lightning speed.
"Nah-un-un…" Junko tsked. "You wouldn't want to disappoint your me would you. Don't worry, I'm going to put you out, but I'm not going to hurt you… permanently that is."
Despite being far stronger than her sister, Mukuro's morale crumbled instantly at her sister's words and she capitulated to Junko's will, passing out several minutes afterward.
Junko tied the rag around Mukuro's face and gently lowered her sister's body to the floor. "Now… for some sturdy ropes." Junko went into the sunroom's utility closet, where a number of tools… as well as some extra, thick clotheslines were stashed. She used one to tie a series of complex knots around Mukuro's wrists behind her back which she would be unable to untie- not that the soldier would even be able to twist her wrists around to attempt it.
Next, she looped two ropes around Mukuro's armpits, before tying both ropes to a pulley supporting the clothesline. Using the pulley, she lifted Mukuro upright by her shoulders hanging the girl in midair.
"Excellent, excellent…" Junko then tore down and discarded Mukuro's skirt in a corner to look at the panties she was wearing. Her smile became even broader when she saw it was one of her black military-grade, bulletproof ones. "Excellent… these can well support her weight and last all night…"
But then a dilemma quickly overwhelmed her sadistic delight. "No, no, no, I can't decide whether I want to do a frontal or back one… damn it-" Her eyes flashed to the laundry Mukuro had been in the middle of hanging up. They included another bulletproof panty. "AH!"
Junko grabbed the other bulletproof panty off the clothesline and threaded Mukuro's lithe, muscular legs through the legholes. Then she untied two more clotheslines and re-tied them around each panty, one in the front, and one in the back. If suspended that way, it would give Mukuro a painful frontal and back wedgie. Finally, she procured a power tool from the utility closet and used it to firmly fixate both hammock auto-rockers to opposite walls, and tied the opposite ends of both wedgie ropes to them.
But not yet- Junko wanted Mukuro to be awake for the full experience. For now, she used the shoulder ropes to pull her sister even higher, and kept the two wedgie ropes close but lax. That way, all she would need to do is release the waist rope from its respective pulley, and Mukuro would fall straight into hell- two hanging wedgies.
Her wedgie contraption complete, Junko ran outside for a stepstool, climbed up and removed the chloroform rag around her sister's face. Then she went to the kitchen for snacks for an hour, returning to find Mukuro very much awake and confused.
"J-Junko… w-what did you do to me-?!"
"Oh, good. It looks like you're the type that recovers well from chloroform- I suspected as much. It would be a problem if you were all groggy and stuff."
"Um… that doesn't explain-" Mukuro began, but Junko wasn't in a patient mood.
The despairful fashionista released the pulley rope holding up Mukuro's shoulders, sending the girl plummeting into both underwear.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Mukuro screamed ear-splittingly as two nigh-invincible panties impacted and invaded both her crotch and ass. The soldier writhed up there for a moment, trying but unable to escape her trap. "OW, OW! Please, Junko! Are you done now? Let me down!"
"Sorry, ugly sis, but you'll be spending your whole night up there!" Junko chortled, pressing the remote for the hammock auto-rockers.
"AH! AAH! What?! You're… kidding right? This hurts! I can't take much more of this!" Mukuro shrieked in pain, as the wedgie began rocking right and left, swinging the poor girl back and forth, allowing the dual taut wedgies to chafe everything squarely between her robust legs.
"Enjoy yourself, sis!" Junko waved tauntingly and pranced out of the room.
"OH GOD," Mukuro gasped, as she was abandoned to entire night of moaning in helpless agony.
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Irrelevant Historical Fact:
On December 19, 2016, an Islamic terrorist, Anis Amri, an "asylum seeker" from Tunisia, launched a ramming attack, driving a truck deliberately into a Christmas market next to the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in Beritscheidplatz, Berlin, killing 11 people (including 1 Israeli) and wounding 56. He had hijacked the truck by killing its original driver, bringing the total death toll to 12.
Anis Amri had received online instruction and planning for his attack from the terrorist group ISIL (Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant) and had filmed himself pledging allegiance to ISIL leader Caliph Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.
Four days after the attack, Amri was killed in a shootout with Italian police near Milan, Italy.