Wrestling Roommates

[skeletore2002]

Let me know if this doesn't fit the criteria to post here...

Chapter 1

The arena buzzed with anticipation as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next match features two newcomers to the ring—Sofia and Ava, college roommates ready to take on the challenge! But will they be ready for what’s coming their way?” The crowd erupted in cheers and jeers, a mix of excitement and skepticism. Sofia and Ava stood backstage, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had signed up for this local wrestling competition on a whim, lured by the promise of quick cash and the thrill of doing something completely out of their comfort zones. Neither of them had any real wrestling experience, but they figured it would be fun. How hard could it be?
Sofia, a petite brunette with an athletic build, adjusted her wrestling outfit—a tight black tank top and matching shorts. Her shy nature made her hesitant, but the prospect of earning some extra money for textbooks and late-night snacks had convinced her to go along with Ava’s wild idea. Ava, on the other hand, was a tall, strong blonde with a cocky grin plastered across her face. She wore a red sports bra and shorts, her confidence radiating like a beacon. “Don’t worry, Sof,” she said, clapping a hand on Sofia’s shoulder. “We’ve got this. It’s just a bit of wrestling. How bad can it be?”
Little did they know, their opponents were seasoned wrestlers, a duo known as the “Dominatrix Duo”—two women who had been dominating the local circuit for years. When the announcer introduced them, the crowd roared with approval. The first, a muscular woman with a shaved head, smirked as she stepped into the ring. Her partner, a lean, tattooed woman with piercing green eyes, followed, her gaze locking onto Sofia and Ava with a predatory glint.
The bell rang, and the match began. Sofia and Ava charged forward, their initial enthusiasm quickly waning as they realized just how outmatched they were. The Dominatrix Duo wasted no time, using their superior strength and skill to overpower the inexperienced roommates. Sofia found herself lifted off her feet and slammed onto the mat, the air knocked out of her lungs. Ava tried to intervene, but she was swiftly taken down with a leg sweep, her face pressing into the canvas.
“Looks like these girls thought this would be a walk in the park,” the shaved-headed wrestler taunted, grabbing Sofia’s tank top and yanking it up, exposing her sports bra. Sofia gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the crowd hooted and hollered. Ava, still on the ground, watched in horror as her friend was humiliated.
“Hey, leave her alone!” Ava shouted, scrambling to her feet. But before she could do anything, the tattooed wrestler grabbed her from behind, pulling her arms back in a painful hold. “Struggle all you want, sweetheart,” she sneered. “It’s only going to make this more fun.”
The Dominatrix Duo worked in perfect sync, systematically stripping Sofia and Ava of their clothing. Sofia’s shorts were next, torn away with a sharp tug, leaving her in nothing but her black thong. She scrambled to cover herself, her face burning with shame as the crowd’s laughter echoed around the arena. Ava fared no better; her sports bra was ripped off, exposing her perky breasts to the cheering spectators. She tried to shield herself, but the tattooed wrestler grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. Her opponent then yanked her shorts down, exposing her in a pink thong.
“Look at them squirm,” the shaved-headed wrestler cackled, delivering a sharp spank to Sofia’s exposed ass. Sofia let out a yelp, her eyes widening as the sting spread across her skin. The crowd roared with approval, egging the wrestlers on. Ava received the same treatment, a hard smack to her bare backside that left her gasping and squirming.
“Please, stop!” Sofia begged, tears welling up in her eyes. But her pleas only seemed to fuel the Dominatrix Duo’s cruelty. They took turns spanking the roommates, their hands landing with a loud smack that echoed through the arena. Sofia and Ava were reduced to whimpering messes, their bodies trembling with humiliation and pain.
As if the spanking wasn’t enough, the wrestlers decided to add another layer of degradation. Grabbing the waistbands of their thongs, they pulled hard, delivering painful wedgies that made Sofia and Ava squeal in agony. The fabric dug into their sensitive skin, lifting their thongs high and exposing even more of their bare asses. The crowd went wild, their cheers and catcalls filling the air as Sofia and Ava struggled to free themselves.
“Try to cover up now,” the tattooed wrestler taunted, yanking Sofia’s thong higher. Sofia’s face turned bright red as she desperately tried to pull it back down, but the wrestler’s grip was like iron. Ava suffered the same fate, her thong pulled up so high it was practically a dental floss. She squirmed and writhed, but there was no escape.
The final act of humiliation came when the Dominatrix Duo decided to end the match in spectacular fashion. With a swift motion, they ripped Sofia and Ava’s thongs clean off, leaving them completely naked and exposed. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, their cameras flashing as they captured the humiliating moment. Sofia and Ava stood there, their hands futilely trying to cover their bare bodies, tears streaming down their faces.
But the wrestlers weren’t done yet. They took the torn thongs and used them to hogtie Sofia and Ava together, binding their wrists and ankles tightly. The roommates were now bound in a humiliating embrace, their naked bodies pressed against each other as they lay on the mat. The Dominatrix Duo stood over them, smirking triumphantly as the crowd chanted their names.
“Looks like these girls learned their lesson,” the shaved-headed wrestler said, grabbing Sofia’s chin and forcing her to look up. “Next time, maybe they’ll think twice before stepping into the ring with us.”
The announcer’s voice boomed once more. “And the winners—the Dominatrix Duo!” The crowd cheered as the wrestlers raised their arms in victory, leaving Sofia and Ava bound and naked on the mat. The roommates could only cringe as the spectators snapped photos, their embarrassment etched into their flushed faces. Sofia’s shy nature and Ava’s cocky demeanor had been completely shattered, replaced by a profound sense of humiliation that would stay with them long after the match ended.
As the arena lights dimmed and the crowd began to disperse, Sofia and Ava lay there, their bodies still bound together, their naked skin exposed for all to see. The weight of their humiliation pressed down on them, a stark reminder of their foolish decision to enter the ring. They had wanted a quick cash grab and a fun adventure, but instead, they had been stripped, spanked, wedgied, and hogtied in front of a cheering crowd. The experience was seared into their memories, a scorching lesson in dominance and submission that neither of them would ever forget.

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Chapter 2: Week Two

The arena buzzed with anticipation as Ava, fueled by a dangerous mix of pride and tequila, grabbed the microphone from the announcer’s table. Her voice carried across the crowded space, dripping with false bravado. “Hey, Dominatrix Duo! Think you’re so tough? We’re calling you out for a rematch! Right here, right now!” The crowd erupted in cheers, sensing the potential for more public humiliation. Sofia, who had accompanied Ava to the ring, froze. She knew better than to challenge the Duo again, but Ava’s reckless taunting left her no choice. With a sigh, she climbed into the ring, her heart sinking as she realized she’d have to step up and face the fallout of her roommate’s arrogance.
The Dominatrix Duo—Kira and Lexa—emerged from backstage, their leather outfits gleaming under the arena lights. Their smirks were predatory as they approached the ring. “A rematch, huh?” Kira purred, her voice laced with mock sweetness. “You girls sure you’re ready for another lesson in humility?” Ava puffed out her chest, her confidence unshaken by their previous defeat. “Bring it on,” she sneered. Sofia, however, felt her stomach twist into knots. She knew this was a mistake, but Ava’s stubbornness had dragged her back into the lion’s den.
The bell rang, and the match began. Sofia and Ava lunged at their opponents, their desperation fueling their initial assault. But Kira and Lexa were unmoved, effortlessly sidestepping their clumsy attacks. Within minutes, the tide turned. Kira grabbed Ava by the wrist, twisting her arm behind her back, while Lexa focused on Sofia, locking her in a headlock that left her gasping for air. “You two really haven’t learned a thing, have you?” Lexa taunted, her breath hot against Sofia’s ear.
Ava struggled against Kira’s grip, but it was no use. The Dominatrix Duo were stronger, faster, and far more skilled. With a swift motion, Kira hooked her fingers into the waistband of Ava’s shorts and yanked them down, exposing her in nothing but a skimpy black thong. The crowd roared with approval as Ava’s bare ass was put on full display. “No! Stop!” Ava shrieked, frantically trying to cover herself, but Kira held her arms back, ensuring her humiliation.
Sofia fared no better. Lexa’s fingers dug into the elastic of her shorts, tearing them off with a single, decisive tug. Sofia’s cheeks flushed as her own thong was revealed, the thin fabric doing little to preserve her modesty. She tried to cover herself, but Lexa grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Don’t bother,” Lexa sneered. “The crowd loves a good show.”
Ava’s struggles intensified as Kira pressed her face-first into the mat, her thong-clad backside thrust upward in a humiliating display. Kira’s hand came down hard, spanking her with a sharp crack that echoed through the arena. “That’s for thinking you could take us on again,” Kira hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. Ava’s cries were drowned out by the crowd’s cheers, their camera flashes lighting up the space like a strobe.
Sofia, still pinned by Lexa, watched in horror as Kira lifted Ava over her shoulder, parading her like a trophy. Ava’s legs kicked helplessly as Kira carried her around the ring, her thong-clad ass on full display. The spanks continued, each one leaving a red mark on her flushed skin. “Please, stop!” Ava begged, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. But Kira only laughed, her grip tightening as she held Ava aloft for the crowd to photograph and mock.
Seizing a moment of distraction, Sofia wrenched herself free from Lexa’s grasp. Without a second thought, she bolted from the ring, her bare legs carrying her toward the safety of the backstage area. She didn’t look back, her heart pounding with guilt as she abandoned Ava to face the wrath alone.
Left at the mercy of the Dominatrix Duo, Ava’s humiliation only deepened. Kira set her down, but only to rip off her top, exposing her perky breasts to the cheering crowd. Ava’s hands flew to her chest, but Kira and Lexa grabbed her wrists, holding her arms down as she sobbed in shame. “Cover yourself? Not a chance,” Lexa sneered, her fingers digging into Ava’s skin.
The crowd ironically chanted Ava’s name, their jeers mixing with the flashes of cameras as she stood topless, her thong the only remnant of her dignity. Kira and Lexa stood on either side of her, their hands on her hips as they posed her like a prize. “Smile for the camera, sweetheart,” Kira mocked, forcing Ava’s head up. Her tears glistened under the arena lights, her humiliation complete.
Finally, the Duo grew tired of their game. Kira grabbed Ava by the waist, lifting her over her shoulder once more, while Lexa snatched her top, holding it up for the crowd to see. “Let’s take her backstage,” Lexa said, her voice cold. “She’s had enough fun for one night.”
Ava’s cries faded as they carried her out of the ring, her thong-clad body limp in Kira’s grasp. The crowd’s cheers followed them, their laughter echoing through the arena. “Next time,” Kira said, leaning over her, “think twice before you challenge us.”
Ava said nothing, her eyes filled with tears as she knew everyone in the crowd was enjoying the view of her bare ass facing the ceiling. The Dominatrix Duo smirked, their work done for the night. As they brought her backstage, Lexa turned to Ava, her gaze lingering on Ava’s trembling form. “You’re welcome to try again,” she said, her voice laced with challenge. “But don’t expect us to go easy on you.”

[mikewozere]

They seem to have got off more lightly than on their first bout

[skeletore2002]

I plan on this being a slow burn, with hopefully a bunch of chapters. The girls will get humiliated in different ways, but each chapter will not necessarily have more humiliation than the previous one.

[skeletore2002]

Chapter 3: Forgiven?

The basement of the sorority house was a cavernous, dimly lit space, its concrete walls echoing with the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The air hung heavy, thick with anticipation and the metallic tang of sweat. A makeshift wrestling ring had been assembled in the center, its canvas mat worn but serviceable, surrounded by a motley collection of folding chairs occupied by their sorority sisters. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the kind of tension that precedes a storm. At the center of it all stood Ava and Sofia, their athletic bodies coiled like springs, ready to unleash months of pent-up frustration and rivalry.

Ava, a blonde bombshell with a body honed by years of rigorous training, wore a form-fitting sports bra and leggings that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now narrowed with determination, her jaw set in a hard line. She exuded confidence, her every movement graceful yet powerful, a testament to her years of wrestling experience. But beneath the surface, a fire burned—a fire fueled by betrayal and humiliation.

Sofia, on the other hand, was a study in contrasts. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her shy demeanor evident in the way she fidgeted with the hem of her tank top. Her athletic wear, though practical, seemed almost too big for her slender frame, as if she were trying to hide within it. Her brown eyes darted around the room, avoiding Ava’s gaze, her humility a shield against the storm brewing between them. Sofia was the underdog, the novice, but tonight, she was determined to prove herself.

The rules of their match were simple: the first girl stripped down to her bra and panties loses. It was a brutal, no-holds-barred contest, one that would settle their differences once and for all. Their sorority sisters had suggested it as a way to mend fences, but for Ava, it was personal. She hadn’t forgotten the sting of betrayal during their last tag team match against Kira and Lexa, the Dominatrix Duo. Left to face their opponents alone, Ava had been stripped to her thong, spanked, and humiliated in front of a jeering crowd. Sofia’s abandonment had been the final blow, and tonight, Ava intended to make her pay.

"Ready?" Ava’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and challenging. Her tone was laced with sarcasm, her words dripping with contempt. She stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the cold concrete, her gaze locking onto Sofia’s. "Or are you going to run away again?"

Sofia flinched at the jab, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I’m not running," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She squared her shoulders, trying to muster some semblance of confidence. "Let’s just get this over with."

The sorority sisters exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension in their eyes. They knew the stakes were high, the tension between Ava and Sofia palpable. This wasn’t just a wrestling match; it was a battle for pride, for redemption, for friendship.

"On your mark," called one of the sisters, acting as referee. "Get set. Go!"

The room erupted in cheers as Ava and Sofia lunged at each other, their bodies colliding with a force that belied their slender frames. Ava, the seasoned wrestler, took the offensive immediately, her moves precise and calculated. She grabbed Sofia by the wrist, twisting it behind her back in a swift arm drag, forcing her to the mat. Sofia grunted in pain, her breath coming in short gasps as Ava pressed her advantage, pinning her shoulders to the canvas.

"Submit," Ava hissed, her face inches from Sofia’s. Her breath was hot on Sofia’s skin, her eyes blazing with triumph. "Say it. Say you give up."

Sofia shook her head, her pride warring with her pain. She struggled against Ava’s hold, her muscles straining as she tried to break free. But Ava was relentless, her grip like iron, her body a wall of muscle and determination.

The crowd cheered, egging them on, their voices a cacophony of encouragement and taunts. Ava’s dominance was undeniable, her skill far surpassing Sofia’s. She transitioned seamlessly from one hold to the next, each move designed to wear Sofia down, to break her spirit. A headlock, a body scissors, a camel clutch—each one executed with precision, each one tightening the noose around Sofia’s resolve.

But Sofia was not one to give up easily. Despite her lack of experience, she had heart, a tenacity that refused to yield. As Ava tightened her hold, Sofia’s desperation grew. Her fingers scrabbled against Ava’s thighs, searching for a weakness, a way to turn the tide. And then, in a moment of sheer audacity, she found it.

With a desperate tug, Sofia yanked down Ava’s leggings, the fabric sliding down her legs to pool at her ankles. The room fell silent as Ava’s pink thong was exposed, her embarrassment palpable. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes widening in shock as she realized her vulnerability.

"Oh my God," Ava gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to cover herself, her hands instinctively reaching for her exposed skin. But Sofia, emboldened by her success, capitalized on the moment.

"Not so easy, is it?" Sofia taunted, her voice shaking with adrenaline. She pushed Ava off her, scrambling to her feet. For the first time since the match began, she felt a surge of confidence, a glimmer of hope that she could turn the tables.

Ava stumbled back, her leggings tangling around her feet. She kicked them off, her movements frantic as she tried to regain her composure. But the damage was done. The crowd erupted in laughter, their voices a chorus of mockery as Ava stood there, half-naked and humiliated.

"Stop the match!" Ava cried, her voice breaking. She held her hands up in surrender, her pride shattered. "I give up. I lose."

But Sofia, now fueled by a newfound determination, shook her head. "No," she said, her voice firm. "Not like this. Not after what you did to me."

Ava’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What I did? You’re the one who left me out there, Sofia! You abandoned me!"

Sofia’s expression hardened. "And you never let me forget it. Every time I tried to apologize, you pushed me away. You made me feel like I was nothing."

The room was silent, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Ava’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her mind reeling from Sofia’s words. She had been so focused on her own pain, her own humiliation, that she had never stopped to consider Sofia’s.

"I... I’m sorry," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible. She took a step forward, her hand outstretched as if to bridge the gap between them. "I was hurt, Sofia. I was angry. But I never meant to make you feel like that."

Sofia’s eyes softened, just a fraction, but it was enough. She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging as the weight of their rivalry began to lift. "I know," she said, her voice gentle. "And I’m sorry too. For running away, for leaving you to face them alone."

For a moment, they stood there, locked in a silent stalemate, the air between them crackling with unspoken emotions. And then, slowly, Sofia reached out, her hand mirroring Ava’s. Their fingers brushed, a tentative connection, a fragile truce.

The crowd held its breath, the tension in the room shifting from hostility to something else entirely. It was as if the world had paused, waiting to see what would happen next.

Ava took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Her hand found Sofia’s, their fingers intertwining in a gesture of reconciliation. "We’re better together," she said, her voice steady. "We need to focus on Kira and Lexa. They’re the ones who humiliated us. They’re the ones who need to pay."

Sofia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "You’re right," she agreed. "We’re a team. And teams stick together."

The sorority sisters cheered, their voices a chorus of approval as Ava and Sofia embraced, the tension melting away. It was a fragile peace, a tentative first step toward healing, but it was a start.

As they pulled apart, Sofia handed Ava her leggings, a silent apology in her eyes. Ava slipped them back on, the fabric a comforting barrier against the cold air. Together, they turned to face the crowd, their arms around each other’s shoulders, a united front.

"We’re not done," Ava declared, her voice ringing with determination. "Kira and Lexa think they got away with it, but they’re wrong. We’re coming for them. And next time, we’ll be ready."

Sofia nodded, her gaze steady. "Together," she echoed. "Always."

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a testament to the bond that had been forged in the heat of battle. The match had ended, but their journey—their mission—had only just begun.

As they left the basement, arms still around each other, the weight of their rivalry lifted, replaced by a shared purpose. They had faced their demons, confronted their pain, and emerged stronger for it. The road ahead would not be easy, but together, they would train harder, fight smarter, and get their revenge on the Dominatrix Duo.

The night air was cool against their skin as they stepped outside, the stars twinkling above like silent witnesses to their newfound resolve. Hand in hand, they walked into the darkness, their footsteps echoing with the promise of what was to come. The story of Ava and Sofia was far from over—it had only just begun.

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Chapter 4: The Rematch

The scorching summer sun beat down on the sorority's backyard, transforming the usually serene space into a coliseum of anticipation. The air crackled with tension as the neighbor fraternity brothers, invited to witness the spectacle, gathered around the makeshift wrestling ring. Their rowdy cheers and catcalls filled the air, a cacophony of testosterone-fueled excitement. At the center of this maelstrom stood Ava and Sofia, their faces set in determined masks, their bodies coiled like springs ready to unleash. The leaked photos of them in their underwear during the first match, a malicious strike by Kira and Lexa, had ignited a fire within them, a burning desire to reclaim their reputations and prove their strength.

Ava, her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, exuded a fierce confidence. The memory of her previous defeats fueled her determination. She had trained relentlessly, honing her skills, pushing her body to its limits. Today, she wouldn't be caught off guard. Today, she would fight with every ounce of her being.

Sofia, her brunette curls bouncing with each nervous step, felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. The public humiliation of the leaked photos had left her vulnerable, but it had also ignited a spark of defiance. She refused to be defined by the past. Today, she would fight not just for herself, but for the respect she deserved.

Kira and Lexa, their faces painted with smirks of triumph, stood across the ring, their eyes gleaming with malicious glee. They had orchestrated this public spectacle, a twisted game where the winners would control the losers' social media accounts, a platform for further humiliation and manipulation. They were confident in their victory, their bodies toned and muscular, their wrestling skills honed through years of ruthless competition.

The referee, a burly fraternity brother with a whistle dangling from his neck, signaled the start of the match. The crowd erupted in cheers, the noise deafening. Ava and Sofia lunged at Kira and Lexa, their initial attacks fueled by adrenaline and determination.

The fight was fierce, a whirlwind of grappling bodies, grunts, and the slap of skin against skin. Ava, utilizing her superior strength, managed to slam Kira to the mat, the impact reverberating through the ring. Sofia, employing her agility, dodged Lexa's lunges, her feet a blur as she danced around her opponent.

But Kira and Lexa were not easily defeated. They fought with a calculated brutality, their moves designed to wear down their opponents, to chip away at their resolve. They targeted weaknesses, exploiting every opportunity to gain the upper hand.

As the match progressed, the tide began to turn. Kira, with a swift maneuver, managed to grab hold of Ava's shirt, tearing it open with a satisfying rip. Ava's black lacy bra was exposed, a stark contrast against her pale skin. The crowd roared, their cheers laced with cruel laughter.

Ava, her face flushed with embarrassment, tried to cover herself, but Kira was relentless. She grabbed Ava's wrists, twisting them behind her back, and with a cruel smile, used the shredded remains of Ava's shirt to bind them to the turnbuckle. Ava was trapped, her body pressed against the ropes, her breasts heaving with each desperate breath.

With Ava immobilized, Kira and Lexa turned their attention to Sofia. Sofia, her eyes wide with fear, backed away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was alone now, vulnerable and exposed.

Lexa, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent, lunged at Sofia, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close. Sofia struggled, her nails digging into Lexa's arms, but it was futile. Lexa was stronger, her grip unyielding.

Kira joined in, her hands grasping Sofia's shirt. With a swift, brutal motion, they tore it off, revealing Sofia's sheer white bra. The crowd erupted in cheers, their whistles and catcalls piercing the air. Sofia's face burned with shame, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Kira, her voice dripping with mock concern, cooed, "Look at you, Sofia. So exposed. So vulnerable. The boys are loving it."

Sofia, her voice trembling, whispered, "Please... stop..."

But Kira and Lexa were merciless. They slowly, deliberately, pulled down Sofia's pants, revealing her tiny white g-string. The crowd went wild, their cameras flashing like a strobe light, capturing Sofia's humiliation for eternity.

Kira, a triumphant smirk plastered on her face, hoisted Sofia up, parading her around the ring like a trophy. "Look at this, boys!" she shouted, holding Sofia aloft. "Isn't she a sight?"

Lexa, her hand raised high, delivered a stinging spank to Sofia's exposed bottom. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers egging her on.

"Come on, boys!" Kira urged, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm. "Who wants a turn?"

One by one, the fraternity brothers approached, their faces flushed with excitement. Each delivered a stinging spank to Sofia's quivering bottom, their hands leaving red marks on her pale skin. Sofia's cries of humiliation echoed through the backyard, a symphony of degradation.

Ava, her wrists still bound, watched in horror, her heart breaking for her friend. "Stop it!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, just stop!"

But it was too late. The damage was done. Sofia, her body trembling, her tears flowing freely, was broken.

Ava, her voice trembling, whispered, "I forfeit. Just... please, stop."

Kira and Lexa, their faces triumphant, released Sofia, allowing her to crumple to the mat. They turned their attention to Ava, their eyes gleaming with victory.

"Looks like we win," Kira purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "And now, we get to play with your social media accounts."

Ava, her face pale, her body trembling, nodded mutely. The weight of their defeat crushed her.

Lexa, her voice cold and commanding, ordered, "Untie her."

Kira, with a smirk, untied Ava's wrists, allowing her to rub her raw skin.

"Now," Lexa continued, her voice dripping with malice, "strip. Down to your underwear. For everyone to see."

Ava, her eyes filled with tears, hesitated. She didn't want to, but she knew she had no choice. Slowly, reluctantly, she began to undress, her fingers trembling as she pulled off her remaining clothes.

The crowd, their eyes glued to Ava's body, cheered and whistled, their gazes hungry and predatory. Ava, now clad only in her black thong and matching bra, felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

Kira and Lexa, their faces triumphant, grabbed Ava and Sofia by their hair, dragging them towards the sorority house.

"Let's go, girls," Kira said, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "We have some fun planned for you."

As they were pulled inside, the weight of their humiliation settled heavily on Ava and Sofia's shoulders. They knew their lives were about to change, and not for the better. Kira and Lexa, with their newfound control, would stop at nothing to make them pay.

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Chapter 5: The Punishment

The scorching sun beat down on the asphalt, its heat radiating off the ground in waves, as Ava and Sofia stood at the car wash, their bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and soapy water. The micro thong bikinis they were forced to wear left little to the imagination, the thin fabric barely covering their most intimate areas. Their faces burned with embarrassment, a stark contrast to the cool, calculated smirks on Kira and Lexa's faces. The rivals had orchestrated this public humiliation with precision, and they were relishing every moment of it.

"Come on, girls, put some effort into it!" Kira's voice rang out, laced with mock encouragement. "You're not just washing cars; you're putting on a show. Remember, the more you shake those asses, the more tips you'll get."

Ava's jaw clenched as she tried to maintain some semblance of dignity. She had always been the more outgoing of the two, but even her confidence was waning under the weight of this degradation. Sofia, naturally shy, was practically shrinking into herself, her eyes darting around, searching for an escape that wasn't there.

"We don't want to do this," Ava muttered, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water and the occasional catcall from the crowd. "Can't we just stop?"

Lexa rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, sweetie, you know the rules. If you want your social media accounts back, you play by our rules. And right now, our rule is that you dance. Seductively. For everyone."

The girls exchanged a desperate glance, but they knew they had no choice. With a shared sigh, they began to move, their bodies swaying reluctantly to an imaginary beat. The water from the hoses splashed against their skin, mixing with the soap to create a slippery film that only added to their discomfort. Every splash, every pose, was captured by the onlookers' phones, the images and videos instantly shared online for the world to see.

Ava's hands instinctively went to cover her chest, but Kira's sharp voice cut through the air. "Hands down, Ava. You're not here to hide. You're here to be seen."

Reluctantly, Ava lowered her arms, her breasts exposed to the hungry gaze of the crowd. Sofia, equally humiliated, tried to keep her movements minimal, but Lexa was quick to correct her.

"Sofia, darling, you're not just washing a car. You're selling an experience. Give them something to remember."

Sofia's cheeks burned as she forced herself to move more provocatively, her hips swaying in a rhythm that felt foreign and wrong. The guys at the car wash were more than happy to oblige, their cameras flashing relentlessly, capturing every angle, every moment of their humiliation.

Just when Ava thought things couldn't get any worse, a familiar voice called out from the crowd. "Ava? Sofia? Is that really you?"

Her heart sank as she turned to see Mr. Carter, their high school band teacher, standing there, his eyes wide with recognition. Of all the people to witness this, it had to be him.

"Uh, hi, Mr. Carter," Ava managed, her voice trembling. "It's, uh, just a fundraiser. For the sorority."

Mr. Carter's gaze flickered between the two girls, his expression unreadable. "I see. Well, it's certainly... unique."

Kira and Lexa, ever the opportunists, seized the moment. "Girls, looks like you've got a special customer. Make sure you give him the VIP treatment."

Ava's stomach churned as she and Sofia were forced to approach Mr. Carter, their movements exaggerated and humiliating. They began to wash his car, their bodies pressed against the hood, their asses thrust out for his viewing pleasure. The soap suds slid down their skin, accentuating every curve, every dip, as they danced and posed for his amusement.

As if the situation wasn't already unbearable, Kira decided to up the ante. With a sly grin, she sneaked up behind Ava, her hands reaching out to yank down the already minimal bikini top. Ava's soapy breasts were suddenly exposed, her nipples hardening in the cool air as Mr. Carter's gaze locked onto them.

"Oh, my," Mr. Carter murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of shock and something Ava couldn't quite place.

Ava's face turned bright red, her hands flying to her chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. "Kira, what the fuck!"

Kira just laughed, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee. "What? You're already putting on a show. Might as well go all the way."

Sofia, equally mortified, tried to comfort Ava, but her own humiliation was written all over her face. "Ava, I'm so sorry. This is... this is terrible."

Ava took a deep breath, her hands still clutching her chest. "It's fine. We just need to get through this. Then we can figure out how to get our accounts back."

As the car wash finally drew to a close, Kira and Lexa approached them, their expressions smug. "Alright, girls, you've done well. But we're not done yet. If you want your social media accounts back, you'll agree to one more wrestling match. At the local fraternity house. And this time, you'll be wearing thong bikinis. We, of course, will be in our regular wrestling attire."

Ava and Sofia exchanged a desperate glance, knowing they had no choice. "Fine," Ava said through gritted teeth. "But if we win, we get our accounts back. No more games."

Kira smirked. "Deal. But just so you know, we're not planning on losing."

The day of the wrestling match arrived, the air thick with anticipation and tension. The fraternity house was packed, the crowd buzzing with excitement as Ava and Sofia entered, their thong bikinis leaving little to the imagination. Kira and Lexa, on the other hand, looked ready for battle, their wrestling attire practical and intimidating.

The match began, and initially, Ava and Sofia held their own, their desperation fueling their determination. But as the minutes ticked by, the tide began to turn. Kira and Lexa's calculated brutality took its toll, their moves designed to humiliate and degrade.

Ava found herself trapped, her body pressed against the mat, Kira's weight bearing down on her. "Give up, Ava," Kira hissed, her breath hot against Ava's ear. "You know you can't win."

But something snapped within Ava. The months of humiliation, the constant degradation, the feeling of being trapped under Kira and Lexa's thumb—it all came to a head. With a surge of adrenaline, she pushed Kira off, her eyes blazing with newfound fury.

"I'm done losing," she snarled, turning on Sofia with unexpected ferocity. "And I'm done losing because of you."

Sofia's eyes widened in shock as Ava launched herself at her, her hands grabbing Sofia's bikini top and ripping it off with a sharp tug. Sofia's breasts were exposed, her nipples tight with embarrassment and fear.

"Ava, what are you doing?" Sofia cried, her voice trembling. "Stop, please!"

But Ava was beyond reason, her anger consuming her. She pulled Sofia over her knee, her hand raising to deliver a stinging spank to Sofia's ass. "You're the reason we keep losing," she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're holding me back."

Sofia let out a cry of pain and humiliation as Ava's hand came down again and again, each spank leaving a burning mark on her skin. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the only sound the smack of Ava's hand against Sofia's flesh and Sofia's desperate pleas for mercy.

"Please, Ava, stop," Sofia begged, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I'm not good enough."

Ava's hand paused, her chest heaving as she looked down at Sofia's tear-streaked face. For a moment, the anger faded, replaced by a surge of guilt. But it was quickly pushed aside as she remembered all the times Sofia had let her down, all the times they had lost because of Sofia's hesitation or fear.

With a growl, Ava yanked off Sofia's thong bottom, tossing it into the crowd where it was snatched up by eager hands. Sofia's body was now completely exposed, her pussy on full display for everyone to see.

Ava grabbed Sofia's bikini top, using it to tie her wrists to the ropes, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. "You're done," Ava declared, her voice cold. "I'm done with you."

The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as Ava stepped back, her eyes scanning the room. She spotted a group of frat guys, their eyes glued to Sofia's naked body, and a smirk played on her lips. "You guys want a show? I'll give you a show."

She turned to Kira and Lexa, who were watching with a mixture of shock and admiration. "I'm done with her," Ava said, jerking her head toward Sofia. "And I'm done with losing. From now on, I'm with you."

Kira and Lexa exchanged a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, Kira nodded. "If that's what you want. But just so you know, we don't take kindly to betrayal."

Ava's smirk widened. "I'm not betraying anyone. I'm just choosing a winning team."

With that, she walked away, leaving Sofia tied to the ropes, her body on display for the crowd's amusement. The frat guys closed in, their cameras flashing, their voices loud with excitement.

"Look at that ass," one of them said, his hand reaching out to give Sofia's cheek a squeeze.

"Yeah, and those tits," another added, his fingers brushing against her nipple, causing her to flinch.

Sofia's tears fell freely, her body trembling with humiliation and fear. "Please, someone help me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Please."

But no one came to her aid. The crowd was too enthralled by the spectacle, too eager to capture every moment of her degradation.

Kira and Lexa, meanwhile, approached Sofia, their expressions cold. "Well, well," Kira said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Looks like you've been left behind."

Sofia's eyes met theirs, her expression a mixture of desperation and defiance. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want."

Lexa's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Oh, we have plans for you. But first, let's give the crowd a little more entertainment."

With that, they began to pose Sofia, their hands arranging her body into humiliating positions, showcasing her breasts, her ass, her pussy for all to see. The crowd cheered and jeered, their cameras flashing relentlessly, capturing every moment of her degradation.

Finally, bored with the game, Kira and Lexa grabbed Sofia, pulling her to her feet. "Time to go," Kira said, her voice brooking no argument.

Sofia, naked and trembling, was dragged through the crowd, her body on display for all to see. The frat guys laughed and jeered, their hands reaching out to touch her, to grope her, as she was pulled toward the exit.

"Please, stop," Sofia whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, just let me go."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Kira and Lexa dragged her to their car, throwing her into the back seat like a rag doll. As the car pulled away, Sofia's eyes met Ava's through the window, her expression a mixture of betrayal and desperation.

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Chapter 6: The Spanking Match

The arena buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and popcorn as the crowd awaited the charity wrestling match. Ava would be facing off against Sofia, with an embarrassing forfeit for the loser. But it was for a good cause, right? Ava stood backstage, her heart pounding in her chest, her blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wore a sleek black wrestling singlet, the fabric hugging her athletic frame, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in her stomach. Tonight was her chance to prove herself, to show Kira and Lexa that she was more than just a pawn in their games. She had begged them for an opportunity to join their team, to be part of their inner circle, and they had presented her with this challenge: defeat Sofia in the ring, and she would earn her place. But the stakes were high, and the forfeit for the loser was a public humiliation that made Ava’s skin crawl.

Sofia, her former ally turned rival, was already in the ring, her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders as she stretched, her own singlet a deep shade of blue. She looked focused, her shy demeanor replaced by a steely determination that Ava hadn’t seen before. The two had been through hell together—the basement showdown, the public car wash humiliation, and Ava’s recent betrayal—but tonight, there could be no alliances. Only one of them would walk away with their pride intact.

Kira and Lexa sat at ringside, their legs crossed, smirking as they watched the crowd file in. They had rigged the raffle, ensuring that one of them would win the right to spank the losing wrestler. Ava knew this was their way of controlling the outcome, of making sure the humiliation was as public and degrading as possible. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wouldn’t let them break her. Not tonight.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena, introducing the match. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this corner, we have Ava, the blonde bombshell looking to prove her worth! And in the opposite corner, Sofia, the brunette beauty fighting to maintain her dignity! The winner takes all, and the loser… well, let’s just say the loser is in for a very public spanking!”

The crowd roared with laughter and cheers as Ava and Sofia stepped into the ring. The referee, a burly man with a shaved head, signaled for the match to begin. Ava’s eyes locked onto Sofia’s, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of hesitation in her opponent’s gaze. But then it was gone, replaced by a cold, hard stare.

The bell rang, and Ava lunged forward, her training kicking in. She grabbed Sofia by the waist, trying to take her down with a swift leg sweep. But Sofia was quicker than she expected, sidestepping the move and countering with a sharp elbow to Ava’s ribs. Ava grunted, the pain shooting through her, but she refused to let it slow her down. She spun around, grabbing Sofia’s arm and twisting it behind her back in a hammerlock.

“Submit,” Ava hissed, her breath hot against Sofia’s ear. “This doesn’t have to get ugly.”

Sofia shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Go to hell,” she muttered, before stomping on Ava’s foot and breaking free.

The match became a blur of grappling and countering, both women trading holds and strikes with a ferocity that surprised even themselves. But Ava had something to prove, and she channeled every ounce of anger and frustration into her attacks. She slammed Sofia into the turnbuckle, the impact echoing through the ring. Sofia cried out, but Ava didn’t give her time to recover, following up with a series of knee strikes to her abdomen.

“You’re done,” Ava growled, grabbing Sofia’s singlet and yanking it down, exposing her bra. The crowd erupted in cheers, their catcalls and whistles filling the arena. Sofia’s face flushed with embarrassment, but Ava wasn’t done yet. She wanted to break her, to make her submit, to show Kira and Lexa that she was worthy.

With a smirk, Ava stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Sofia stood there, her singlet hanging loosely around her waist, her bra the only thing covering her breasts. “Look at you,” Ava taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “So exposed. So vulnerable. And this is only the beginning.”

Sofia’s eyes narrowed, but before she could retaliate, Ava lunged again, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to the mat. She straddled Sofia’s waist, pinning her down, and began to methodically strip her of her remaining clothing. The crowd went wild, their cheers growing louder with each piece of fabric that fell to the canvas.

“Please,” Sofia whispered, her voice shaking. “Stop. I’ll submit. Just… just don’t do this.”

Ava ignored her pleas, her hands moving with deliberate slowness as she unhooked Sofia’s bra and tossed it aside. Sofia’s breasts spilled free, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the arena. Ava traced a finger over one of them, smirking as Sofia shuddered beneath her.

“Such a shame,” Ava purred, her voice laced with false sympathy. “You’re so pretty when you’re humiliated. Kira and Lexa are going to love this.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against Sofia’s ear. “But don’t worry. The worst is yet to come. Just think of the spanking you’re going to get. Publicly. In front of everyone. I can’t wait to see it.”

Sofia’s eyes widened in horror as Ava sat back, her hands moving to the waistband of Sofia’s singlet. She pulled it down slowly, the fabric sliding over Sofia’s hips, revealing her tiny white g-string. The crowd erupted in cheers, their cameras flashing as they captured the moment.

“Such a cute little g-string,” Ava teased, her fingers hooking into the waistband. “But I think it’s time for it to come off, don’t you?”

Sofia shook her head frantically, her hands reaching up to grab Ava’s wrists. “No, please. Not this. Not in front of everyone.”

Ava smirked, her grip tightening on the g-string. “Oh, but this is the best part. The part where you’re completely exposed. Where everyone sees just how pathetic you are.”

She pulled hard, the fabric digging into Sofia’s skin, creating a vicious wedgie. Sofia cried out, her body arching off the mat as the g-string strained to the point of snapping. The crowd roared, their cheers deafening as they anticipated the final humiliation.

“Submit,” Ava demanded, her voice cold and unrelenting. “Or I’ll rip it off, and you’ll be completely naked in front of everyone.”

Sofia’s eyes filled with tears, her body trembling as she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I submit. Just… just don’t.”

Ava released the g-string, letting it snap back into place. She stood up, brushing herself off as Sofia lay there, her body covered in sweat, her g-string the only thing preserving her modesty. “Good girl,” Ava said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see what Kira and Lexa have in store for you.”

She stepped out of the ring, the crowd parting as she made her way to where Kira and Lexa were sitting. They stood up, their smirks widening as they clapped slowly. “Impressive,” Kira said, her voice laced with approval. “You really broke her. Welcome to the team, Ava.”

Ava felt a surge of triumph, but it was short-lived as she turned back to the ring. Sofia was being helped to her feet by the referee, her head hanging in shame. Kira and Lexa stepped into the ring, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Lexa announced, her voice carrying through the arena. “The loser of this match has forfeited her dignity, and now, she will be publicly spanked by the winner of our raffle!”

The crowd cheered as Kira stepped forward, grabbing Sofia by the arm and pulling her to the center of the ring. Sofia tried to resist, but Kira was too strong, her grip like iron. Lexa produced a wooden paddle, the kind that used to be used in school, and held it up for the crowd to see.

“On your knees,” Kira ordered, pushing Sofia to the mat. Sofia hesitated, but a sharp slap from Lexa sent her tumbling to her knees. Her g-string was the only thing covering her, and as she knelt there, her vulnerability was on full display.

Kira raised the paddle, the crowd counting down from ten. “Three....Two....One…”

Sofia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she braced herself for the impact. The paddle came down with a loud crack, the sound echoing through the arena. Sofia cried out, her body jerking forward, but Kira held her in place, delivering another strike, and another, each one more humiliating than the last.

The crowd cheered with each blow, their laughter and catcalls filling the air. Ava watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done this. She had broken Sofia, and now, she was being humiliated in front of everyone. But as she looked at Sofia’s tear-stained face, a twinge of guilt gnawed at her.

Kira and Lexa showed no mercy, the spanking continuing until Sofia’s backside was bright red, her cries of pain mingling with the crowd’s cheers. Finally, they stopped, stepping back to admire their handiwork. Sofia lay there, her body trembling, her g-string the only thing preserving her modesty.

“Get up,” Kira ordered, her voice cold. “The show’s not over yet.”

Sofia pushed herself to her feet, her legs shaking as she stood there, her head hanging in shame. Kira and Lexa exchanged a smirk before turning back to her. “We’re not done with you,” Lexa said, her voice dripping with malice. “But for now, you can go. Just remember, this is what happens when you cross us.”

Sofia nodded, her body language defeated as she stumbled out of the ring. The crowd jeered and laughed, their cameras flashing as she made her way backstage, her g-string the only thing covering her.

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Chapter 7: The Pool Party

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, its rays glinting off the turquoise waters of the sorority house pool. The air was thick with the scent of coconut sunscreen, chlorine, and the faint tang of alcohol wafting from the cooler by the cabana. The college pool party was in full swing, a cacophony of laughter, music, and splashing water filling the air. Bodies in various states of undress lounged on inflatable rafts, while others danced to the thumping bass of the speaker system. At the center of it all, Ava stood tall, her blond hair pulled back in a high ponytail, her athletic frame clad in a sleek black one-piece swimsuit. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Sofia.

Sofia, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. The brunette had seemingly disappeared since their last encounter in the wrestling ring, where Ava had dominated her in a brutal display of strength and strategy. Sofia’s vow to fight back had hung in the air like a storm cloud, but so far, she had yet to make her move. Ava smirked, her competitive edge sharpening. She knew Sofia was plotting something, but she wasn’t worried. After all, Ava had Kira and Lexa on her side now, and with them came a sense of untouchable power.

The rematch was set to take place in the shallow end of the pool, where a makeshift wrestling mat had been laid out. The stakes were clear: the loser would be forced to wear a skimpy g-string bikini and serve drinks for the rest of the party. Ava’s lips curled into a predatory grin. She couldn’t wait to see Sofia squirm.

As the crowd gathered around the mat, Sofia finally emerged from the shadows, her shoulders hunched, her gaze fixed on the ground. She wore a simple blue bikini, its modesty a stark contrast to the humiliating outfit awaiting the loser. Ava’s smirk widened. Sofia looked defeated before the match even began.

“Ready to lose again, Sofia?” Ava taunted, her voice carrying over the chatter of the crowd. “Or should I say, ready to serve?”

Sofia’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing, stepping onto the mat with a quiet determination. The referee, a frat brother with a whistle around his neck, signaled for the match to begin.

The first few minutes were a tense dance, both women testing each other’s defenses. Ava feinted left, then shot in with a swift takedown, but Sofia countered, twisting out of her grasp and rolling to her feet. The crowd cheered, egging them on. Ava’s competitive spirit ignited, and she lunged again, this time locking Sofia in a headlock. Sofia struggled, her breath coming in short gasps as Ava tightened her grip.

“Submit,” Ava hissed in Sofia’s ear, her voice dripping with triumph. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

Sofia’s eyes flashed with defiance, but her body betrayed her. She was weakening, her arms trembling as she tried to break free. Ava smirked, leaning in closer. “Say it, Sofia. Say you’re mine.”

With a guttural cry, Sofia slammed her elbow into Ava’s ribs, breaking the hold. Ava stumbled back, clutching her side, but the momentary lapse was all Sofia needed. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Ava’s waist and slamming her into the mat. The crowd roared, the tide of the match turning in an instant.

But Ava wasn’t one to stay down for long. She twisted out of Sofia’s grasp, her eyes narrowing with renewed determination. The two women circled each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, the tension between them palpable.

In the end, it was Ava who emerged victorious, locking Sofia in a brutal leg scissors that left the brunette gasping for air. “Submit,” Ava demanded, her voice cold and commanding.

Sofia’s eyes met hers, a mix of anger and desperation flashing across her face. But with a defeated sigh, she nodded, her voice barely audible. “I submit.”

The crowd erupted in cheers as Ava released her hold, standing tall over her defeated opponent. She turned to Kira and Lexa, who stood at the edge of the crowd, their arms crossed in satisfaction. “She’s all yours,” Ava said, jerking her thumb at Sofia.

Kira smirked, stepping forward with a g-string bikini in hand. It was neon pink, the fabric so thin it was practically transparent. “Time to suit up, loser,” she said, tossing the bikini at Sofia.

Sofia’s cheeks flushed with humiliation as she caught the bikini, her hands trembling as she held it up. The crowd’s laughter stung like a slap, but she had no choice. With slow, deliberate movements, she stripped off her blue bikini, her body trembling with embarrassment as she stood naked before the crowd.

Ava watched with a mix of triumph and unease as Sofia slipped into the g-string, the fabric barely covering her most intimate areas. The crowd’s catcalls and whistles filled the air, their eyes ravenous as they took in Sofia’s exposed body.

“Now, get to work,” Lexa ordered, handing Sofia a tray of drinks. “The party’s just getting started.”

Sofia took the tray with a trembling hand, her head bowed in shame as she began to weave through the crowd. The g-string dug into her skin, the fabric offering little protection from the prying hands that reached out to grope and fondle her as she passed. Ava’s victory felt hollow as she watched Sofia’s humiliation unfold, the brunette’s once-humble demeanor shattered under the weight of the crowd’s degradation.

But the worst was yet to come.

As Sofia moved through the party, serving drinks with a forced smile, Kira and Lexa trailed behind her, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. “Time for a little fun,” Kira said, her voice dripping with cruelty.

Before Sofia could react, Kira grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close and delivering a sharp spank to her exposed backside. Sofia gasped, her eyes widening in shock as the sting radiated through her skin. The crowd cheered, egging Kira on as she delivered another spank, then another, each one leaving a red handprint on Sofia’s pale skin.

Lexa joined in, her hands roaming freely over Sofia’s body, pinching and squeezing her sensitive flesh. “Such a pretty little servant,” Lexa purred, her breath hot against Sofia’s ear. “Don’t you just love pleasing us?”

Sofia bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she nodded mutely. The humiliation was overwhelming, the constant groping and spanking leaving her trembling with shame. But she had no choice. She was their plaything now, a mere object for their amusement.

As the afternoon wore on, the crowd’s antics grew bolder. Hands reached out to deliver wedgies, the g-string’s fabric digging painfully into Sofia’s skin as it was pulled taut. Others grabbed her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as she passed, their laughter grating against her ears. Sofia’s face burned with embarrassment, but she said nothing, her silence only fueling their cruelty.

Ava watched from a distance, her triumph souring as she witnessed Sofia’s degradation. She had wanted to prove her dominance, to show Sofia who was in control. But seeing the brunette reduced to a trembling, tearful mess filled her with a strange sense of unease.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool, Sofia collapsed onto a lounge chair, her body shaking with exhaustion and humiliation. Kira and Lexa stood over her, their faces triumphant as they surveyed their handiwork.

“You did well, pet,” Kira said, her voice dripping with mock praise. “But we're not done with you yet.”