Damsel Bootcamp part 2

The long awaited second issue of the Damsel's training. If you like it, let me now and enjoy
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"So like this?" Natasha asked as she lifted almost Gwen's entire body by her now wedged up white briefs with a companion cube on her butt.
"Owe! Owe! OUCH!!" Gwen said through her teeth after each tug.
"Sounds like your doing it right. 'Cept you should put your knees more into it." Taking the advice, the super spy put more of her knees into it and lifted Gwen completely off the ground, unintentionaly bouncing Gwen and get another 'OUCH' before she dropped her to the ground.
"Well now that you two and your undies have been even more acquainted, these are the rules." Bobbi said while walking circles around them, holding her Battle Battons like a militiant. "Rule 1. You slip up to bad, you refuse to finish, talk back to much, or fall asleep, and you get the wedgies. Rule 2. You aren't allowed to wedgie us, or each other, unless we allow it. And Rule 3. You're not allowed to pick or alter your wedgie until you've completed your task. Any questions?"
"You mean beside 'can I go home'." Mary Jane said.
"What about, do we get some kind of prize." Gwen said.
"How about if you make it threw the night you and MJ get to wedgie Natasha." Bobbi said.
"Excuse me." Natasha said, cutting her eyes at her. "What gives you the right to just tell them they can abuse my underpants?"
"Cause your the only one who hasn't gotten one." Bobbi retorted
"So?"
"Ssoooo. It's only fair if we all have to go through it." Bobbi said gtinning like a child.
"But since you're so use to wedgies and emberassment, I think YOU should be the grand prize."
"Awe, that's cute. The world's 'self proclaimed' greatest spy is scared of getting her undies in a twist."
"And just what are you implying."
"Just that someone who's battled several kinds of aliens and mutants shouldn't be affraid of teenage boy's prank." The two were in a icey glare off as there recruits finished prying there underwear out from there nether regions and watched there trainers.
"Ok. How about this. We'll be teams. If you and MJ get more wins, then you two can wedgie us. As hard as you want, however you want. If me and Gwen win, we get you. Deal?" Bobbi said reaching out her hand.
"Deal." Nat said dialing down her glare.
"So what's the next assignment bosses?" Gwen asked nervously, making Bobbi and Natasha grin scarily. In a montage i'm not clever enough to write, the 2 trainies were both put on the recieving end of there other teachers wrath. There was running, jumping, ninjaing, and several very strong cases on why you should never trust S.H.I.E.L.D, or just on wearing underwear. untill...

"So you two havin' fun yet?" Bobbi quiped sarcastically as finally gave MJ's poor underpants a rest as they snapped back to her pants.
"Oh yeah. This is awesome." Mary Jane said finishing her sit ups so she can pick her stretched undies out. Made especially hard because of the boxy sparring gear she was now wearing.
"It might not be fun, but you need to learn this to stop attackers." Natasha said, helping MJ up.
"So what do you wanna try next?" Bobbi said nudging her like a child.
"How about... reflex test."
"Good idea. So how about 1 quick wedgie for every time they get knocked down?"
"Sounds fair. So how about we start...."
"...."
"...."
"......NOW!" In a quick flash of punches and kicks, Both the trainies were on there faces, to dazed to know which teacher to hate.
"Tsk.tsk.tsk. I think you two need to learn a lesson on better reflexes." Bobbi said as the teachers grabbed there hair opposites undies, causing them to swallow in terror.
"EEEIIIIKKK!!!!!" Was the word of the moment, with the red head collage girl felt the oh so familiar pain as her orange undies were painfully pulled up, and Mockingbird pulling towards herself. The same was happening to Gwen as the Russian Avenger pulled the back of Gwen's white briefs over her knuckles.
"Ya' mind over there? Your suppose to reinforce her, not kill her." Bobbi informed her.
"Well you said 'put your all into it'. Don't blame me 'cause you can't keep up." Widow said, giving another hard yank.
"Hey! Don't do that to my partner!" Bobbi yelled, giving her collage counterpart an even harder wedgie.
"Don't do that to MY partner!" Natasha stated, once again pulling the back of them farther away and exposing more cheek and increasing the uncomfortable pain.
"Oh so that's how its gonna be?" Mockingbird said, once again rising the orange undies in the same way, and both young damsels were way less than happy, each of them cringing as hard as they can, letting out another sharp yelp with every yank.
"Narcist." Bobbi yeld.
"Wanna be." Natasha yeld.
"Stuck up."
"Suck up."

This back and forth went on for another minute until they were cut off by the sounds of there victims' undies ripping in half, both girls falling face first to the ground.
"I can't believe you did that!" They both screamed in almost complete unison.
"You know what? Screw this! Let's go red head, you and me!" Bobbi said balling up a fist.
"It's about time!" Natasha said, mirroring her oposite's actions. They each ran up and took the first of the many coming punches in the face. In an instant they were kicking, flipping, and beating up on there opponents, while there stutents were unpicking the bottom half of there undies in the corner.

"No more wedgies." Gwen said through whimpers as she tried to pull out what's left of the back of her undies. MJ simply nodded in agreement. After de-wedgitizing as best they could, they both came to the sad realisation that they couldn't save the underwear and were forced to toss them, pulling them out of there pants.
"Don't worry, i'll get Spiderman to make SHIELD pay for the underwear damages." MJ said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Kay." Gwen said meekly, the two with there backs to the wall. "So who you think gonna's win?"
"I'm still on team red head."
"Really. The way Bobbi had your underpants lodged up."
"Says you. I think that officially tops the entire 'underpants genocide' year of 3rd grade." MJ grinned
"Hey we both went through that ms. 'Brainy Janey'. Or have you forgotten the hour long atomic hanging wedgie at the Christmas play" The red head's face gushed the same shade of her hair before the two were in there own glare down. And were quickly laughing about it.
"Alright. You got me there. How 'bout  loser buys the new pack of undies?" MJ said, sticking her hand out.
"Only if the winner gets to give one 'consequence free' wedgie at the time of there choosing" Gwen said, grabbing her hand.
"Deal."
"Deal."
"So who's winning?" MJ asked as they looked over to the torn suits and sweatting vixens and quickly got a good idea.

"Oh, don't you daaAAARRREEEE!" Bobbi yelled at the familiar feeling of her thick purple boxer shorts pulled up to her mid back.
"Maybe if you hadn't been so childish, this wouldn't be happening." Natasha said like an angry mother as she pulled up even harder.
"Says the one pulling up my underwear like-"
"Like your husband. I know. We all know." Bobbi's face quickly went crimson, remembering the second most emberassing mission she had. After kicking the butts of actual HYDRA agents, Natasha, and several SHIELD agents came to pick her up, only for them to see her making out with her husband and her pink undies over her shoulder like a toga. (Hey, just cause there suoerheroes, doesn't mean they have to be vanilla boy/girl scouts. Especially if your a very competitive couple, and your husband is an "ass man" with the mind set of a teenager.) Unfortunatly for Bobbi, Natasha was both strong, and a quick learner, and had gotten pretty good at yanking up her underwear all the way to her shoulders before Bobbi got an idea.

"I said back OFF!!!" Bobbi said, throwing her head back and hitting the assassin in her face. Skipping the de-wedgitization process, she quickly got behind Natasha, slipping her hands in the bottom of Natasha's suit, gripping her underwear.

"I've seen London. I've seen France." Bobbi chimed, then quickly yanked her pink lingerie undies up to her back. "And now i've seen Widow's underpants." Bobbi laughed as Natasha let out a girly shriek, while mentally Gwen cheered her partner on.

"THIS is for taking my vacation to London. THIS is for not helping me fight a HYDRA platoon while you stole intel. And THIS is for taking my spot in that Avengers movie a few years back." Bobbi ranted, giving harder and harder pulls with each tug, while Natasha let out a sharp squeak with each pull. Before the blond could rip Natasha in half, or at least finish exacting revenge they were cut off by a loud explosion destroying a wall, and through the smome Natasha saw a familiar, and hated face. A tall blond with blue eyes iceier than Natasha's and a long sleeved spandex crop top. She also had the same 'Widow's stings' wrist gauntlets and a yellow belt around her tigbt spandex pants. She was Yelena Belova, a master assassin trained to be the better Black Widow, so the two hold a bit of a grudge.

"Well this is just adorable." Yelena quipped.
"Ah crap." Bobbi said, letting go of Natasha's wedgie and making her yelp as they snapped to her back.
"What are you doing here Yelena?" Natasha said as the two took a battle stance.
"Well I was here for a fight, but maybe i'll just push you two 12 year olds off the swing set." As the assassin walked up to her, guns in hand, Bobbi pulled out her cell phone and pressed quick dial before tossing the phone to the Damsels.
"Get back and call Hawkeye, now!" Bobbi told them as she and Natasha started flipping towards Yelena, dodging gunfire. Running out of bullets, the two took the chance to rush her from the sides and the three were quickly locked in a deadly battle.

"Sorry. This is more of a 2 person thing." Yelena said, getting smacked to the ground. Before they could pin her down, Bobbi was quickly incapasitated by a sleep dart thrown by a figure in the smoke.
"Bobbi!" Natasha said. Before she could do anything, she was quickly knocked unconsious by a very hard boot to the head.
"And that's why I'M the best." She said dragging the two agents by there very stretched undies towards her helicoptor. "Oh, and take care of those two." She told her hiddin assistant, who tranquilized the two trying to sneak up her.

Not long later, the sound of an engine turning off made the red head slightly open her eyes to see a pair of boots with three open holds on the sides, and what looked like a girl holding some big stick, with another, smaller stick in her other hand.
"Who~~are~y.. you?" She barely spoke before she was quickly put to sleep by a green gas.
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Who is this mysterious girl. Can they save there mentors. How long will I make you all wait. Let's find out next time, and remember to comment and fav this