Sheila's thong was riding up on her really hard. She wiggled through her binds to try to pull it down, but they were too tight and wouldn't reach. The orcs had tied her forearms together crossed behind her back, and then wrapped the coarse rope excruciatingly tight around her waist and arms, restraining her movement even more. They also wrapped a rope around her upper arms just above her breasts, scrunching her shoulders up. A cloth was wrapped around her eyes, blinding her. The suspense of not knowing where she was being brought was killing her. What the hell happened?

The night before her a Dianna were giggling a japing about who was the cutest boy in the group. They both agreed on Hank. Diana gave Sheila a thong to wear, telling her it would make her butt sexier. She put it on the next morning. Being her first thong, it was going to take some getting used to.

They're group spotted a mountain fortress with a small band of orcs inside. They decided Sheila should don her invisible cloak and see what was going on in there. She took a narrow mountain pass to get through an upper window and jumped in. There were only four of the creatures in there and they didn't seem to pose a threat. But they could see her.

Could they see through the cloak or did its magic where off. Sheila had no time to ponder as she tried making an escape. One grabbed her, and before she could fight it off, all four of them were on her, tying her up.

Now she was completely helpless being led deeper into some mountain cave. Soon, she was untied and her head and hands were placed in a wooden pillory, and she was bent completely over causing the thong to ride up deeper inside her. Luckily, the orcs soon left, but the thong was driving her crazy. Minutes seemed like hours, but finally she heard fighting. Her friends have come to rescue her.

She heard faint footsteps coming closer. "Who's there," she demanded, and then the footsteps were behind her. A smooth hand slapped here butt. "Hey, knock it off," she yelled.

"Can't a girl have fun," said Diana.

"Diana, what a relief. Can you get me outta this damn thing?"

"I wish I could but I don't have the keys."

"That's fine. The others will figure something out. Just take off this blindfold, it driving me mad."

"Thong giving you trouble," Diana said taking off her cloak and revealing Sheila's tight ass in her skirt. Her thong was creeping above the skirt.

"You don't know the half of i-aaaah." Diana pulled her thong up and let it snap against her skin.

"How could you be so clumsy and get yourself caught," Diana teased.

"They saw right through my cloak," yelled Sheila.

"That's because I swapped your cloak with a fake one, silly."

"Why the hell would you do that," Sheila demanded.

Diana brought her face up close to hers and whispered playfully in her ear: "You're not the only one who thinks Hank's cute." She lifted up her skirt, exposing her beautiful firm butt, merciless to the cruel thong wedgie that she was desperately trying to wiggle down to no avail.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sheila felt a playful yet hard whip crack against her butt cheek."

"You'll see. Oh wait, not you won't," she teased, tightening her blindfold. She kissed Sheila on the cheek and left.