More Dumberer

"Brandi, you're not done yet," Heather sneered, her voice laced with malice. "We want you to take a selfie in that ridiculous outfit and make it your profile picture on all your social media accounts."

Brandi, her voice shaking, protested, "No, please, I can't do that. It's too humiliating."

Ava, her face twisted in contempt, interjected, "Oh, you can and you will. We're not done with you yet, and if you don't comply, we'll make sure Kyle sees that hazing video."

Mia, her eyes cold and unyielding, added, "Yeah, and you know what he'll think when he sees you like that. You'll lose him, and then you'll really be alone."

Brandi's heart sank. The thought of losing Kyle, the one person who had been there for her, was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face as she reluctantly agreed, "Fine, I'll do it."

Heather, Mia, and Ava exchanged triumphant glances as Brandi, with trembling hands, took out her phone and snapped a photo of herself in the degrading outfit. She then proceeded to change her profile picture on all her social media accounts, her heart heavy with despair.

As she finished, Heather, Ava, and Mia smirked, their cruel intentions fulfilled. Brandi, broken and humiliated, knew that this was just the beginning of a new, torturous chapter in her life. The memory of that day, and the faces of her former friends, would haunt her for a long time to come. Heather, Ava, and Mia, their twisted game now concluded, approached a sleek black car parked on the curb. They turned to Brandi, their faces a mix of satisfaction and concern.

"Alright, Brandi, time to go home," Heather said, her voice a blend of authority and false tenderness. "You're in no shape to walk."

Brandi, her body aching from the brutal punishment, slowly made her way to the back seat of the car. She gingerally sat down, her throbbing pussy sending jolts of pain through her entire body. Ava and Mia closed the door for her, their eyes filled with a newfound amusement. Heather, the Cheer Captain, took the driver's seat, her mind already planning their next twisted escapade.

As Heather started the engine, she turned to Brandi in the rearview mirror. "We're sorry, Brandi. We didn't mean for it to go that far. We just wanted to remind you who's in charge here."

Brandi, her body battered and her spirit shaken, managed a weak smile. "It's okay, Cheer Captain. I understand. I'll be better next time, I promise."

Ava and Mia, sitting in the front passenger seats, exchanged a glance, their cruelty replaced by a newfound shock. They knew they had gone too far, but they didn't realize that she was such a natural submissive. As the car pulled away from the curb, the girls rode in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Brandi, her mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion, held her throbbing pussy, wishing the agony would end.