This choice: Brielle is tested by the cheerleaders • Go Back...Chapter #3Brielle is tested by the cheerleaders by: Jess345   Brielle walked the tree-lined dirt path from her cabin heading towards the central grounds of Camp Isabella. Brielle ran her hands through her long blonde hair and sighed before reaching back to pick her spandex volley shorts out from between her big cheeks. "I should've worn yoga pants," muttered Brielle, "It gets pretty cold at night." Brielle shivered, rubbing her shoulders for warmth as she continued on.
As Brielle passed the large bathroom complex she saw two volleyball girls dragging what looked to be a cheerleader up the stairs. Brielle couldn't help but laugh when she saw that the cheerleader was being dragged by her hot pink panties which had stretched past her head. Brielle called out to the girls: "Way to go! Show those cheer-losers who's boss!" The two girls looked over and gave Brielle cries of approval that drowned out the wails of their victim. Brielle smiled to herself as she hung a left towards her destination. "This summer may just work out after all..."
As she emerged from the forest Brielle looked upon the large field which contained the dining hall, the arts and crafts hut, the wood shop and various other buildings. Brielle ignored those and went towards to an area that had benches so that she could sit and take it all in. When she got there she saw a whiteboard propped up on one of the tables and on the whiteboard a complex math problem had been written out. Brielle read over the problem, unconsciously sticking her tongue out as she did. In no time at all Brielle had figured it out and let out a squeal of delight, grinning smugly as she picked up the marker from the table and quickly wrote the answer to the formula. Brielle put down the marker and took a step back to admire her work, "I killed it as usual," she thought to herself "shame I can never share my math skills with anyone. If anyone found out I was great at academics and terrible athletics I'm not sure I'd be able to maintain by bully status." Just before she turned to leave Brielle heard a rustling in the nearby bushes and snapped her head around to look, but couldn't see anything. "Must've been a chipmunk or something..."
Continuing her tour around the camp Brielle headed towards the cluster of activity buildings. As she neared them she heard the sounds of a struggle up ahead. Brielle leaned against one of the buildings and peeked her head around the corner to see what was going on. Her eyes went wide when she saw the two volleyball girls from earlier, but the tables had been turned on them. They were surrounded by three cheerleaders now, two new ones and the one they were wedgieing earlier who's pink undies were still bunched above her skirt.
"Please don't we're sorr-EEE!" squealed one of the girls as one of the new cheerleaders ripped her black panties out from under her shorts giving her a brutal wedgie. The other volleyball girl's screams soon joined her friend's as she was given the same treatment, her red panties reaching her neck in one tug. As their former victim pulled the girl's shorts down the two wedgiers pulled their heads between their legs trapping the volleyball girls in piledriver wedgies. As the third cheerleader began spanking their now bare bottoms, getting louder moans from the pair, Brielle considered intervening to save them, but feared that she wouldn't win the 3-1 fight AND whatever retribution that came afterwards. Cursing her cowardice Brielle sneaked off towards the dining hall leaving her teammates to their fate.
Arriving at the dining hall Brielle saw two girls chatting on the porch. One was fidgeting with her pink cardigan and adjusting her glasses as she spoke. The other was fidgeting with her ponytail, leaving her "Chess Club" t-shirt completely exposed. "Math Campers," chuckled Brielle, cracking her knuckles, "time to give my first wedgies of the summer." Stalking towards her targets Brielle halted her pace as their words became clear.
"I'm telling you, Princess Edrina will be granted Venrath's Wand by the Council of Winter Sages. Her claim is the best one AND she personally lead the Silvered Swords in battle and defeated the Ashen Legion," blustered Pink Cardigan in a nasally voice before "Chess Club" cut her off saying:
"No way! It's going to be Lord Rorin Culvass! He is always three steps ahead of his enemies politically. He has planned for every outcome!"
Brielle had heard enough and came storming up the steps on to the deck around the dining hall. "Excuse me,"snarled Brielle, "but you're both wrong!" 'Venrath's wand' was her favourite series and she had read all 13 books at least 3 times each. Brielle pointed at Pink Cardigan, "Princess Endrina can't claim the wand because she mixed her blood with the ichor of the Lich knight in order to gain the power necessary to defeat the Ashen Legion, that corruption makes her unable to wield the wand." Brielle's rant took the girl aback and as she was trying to gather her thoughts Brielle turned to "Chess Club", "And as for your little 'theory', it's even worse! Lord Culvass died at the Lord's dance when Orlaine tired of his machinations and stabbed him in a fit of drunken rage!" Brielle stared wild-eyed at the girls awaiting a response.
"Um, we're talking about the show," said Pink Cardigan, "They streamline all that stuff, makes it easier to understand. It's way better." Brielle's face turned red with anger, "The show? Better? Do you know who you're talking to right now," asked Brielle. "Uhhh no," answered "Chess Club", "I'm Jessie and my friend is Becca. Who are you?" "I am Brielle Williams the biggest bully of Jefferson High!"
Becca spoke up, "Oh, I've heard of that school. On the softer side I hear." Becca gulped as she saw Brielle's face go even angrier at that comment, but before she could say anything Jessie turned her phone to Brielle and Becca. "Is this you, Brielle?" Brielle blushed deeply as the two Math campers laughed as the video of Brielle twerking away crammed into Jazmin's younger sister's pink leotard and tutu played on Jazmin's Instagram. Brielle groaned as she watched her bubble butt wobble and jiggle wildly, occasionally making humiliating clapping sounds. Brielle's humiliation grew as the pair of nerds let out screams of laughter when the video reached it's grand finale of Brielle squatting down,the fabric of the leotard giving out and Brielle's naked booty popping out of the ruined fabric. In the video Brielle reaches back immediately trying to cover her behind with her hands and begging a laughing Jazmin to stop recording.
Before the girls could say anything else Brielle reached down the front of their pants and gave them each a brutal frontal wedgie revealing Jessie's green panties and Becca's yellow ones. Both girls gasped as their knees bent inwards and their hand darted towards their crotches. Brielle spun the stunned girls around and grabbed the back of their undies giving them a regular wedgie, getting another shriek from the pair. Brielle laughed as she read the back of each girl's undies. "Calculus is Fabulous" for Jessie and "We've got Chemistry" for Becca. Brielle rapidly hauled their undies above their heads and forced them together face to face before hooking their undies over the back of each other's head leaving them trapped in a lip lock wedgie. "Their now we can ensure you don't go spreading anymore bullshit opinions around!" Brielle smirked. As she set out once again Brielle halted when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She searched around but couldn't find anything. "Must have been my imagination..."
Brielle finally reached her ultimate destination. The Wedgie Record Board. Each year the camp recorded who gave the most wedgies, who gave thest wedgie, who received the fewest wedgies and who received the most wedgies. Brielle's scanned the list smirking as she saw some infamous Jefferson High Loser's had received the most. Brielle's mood changed when she saw that Bonnie had dominated every category except for receiving wedgies each of the four years she had been there. "Stupid perfect Bonnie," fumed Brielle, "I'll show her. I am going to do even better than her and then I'll be giving her wedgies!" Brielle turned away from the board and saw a soccer ball on the ground. Brielle wound up and went to boot the ball in frustration. Unfortunately her innate klutziness came to the surface and she ended up stepping on the ball instead, slipping on it, flying into the air and landing ass first in a mud puddle squelching as she did. Brielle stood up and did her best to wipe away the mud from her big butt. "At least know was around to see that..."
Brielle retraced her steps on her way back to the cabin. It seemed everyone was either asleep or at the soccer camp's traditional festivities. Brielle smirked as she looked at her phone enjoying the posts of Sheriden slapping Jazmin's butt and Sherrie's picture of Jazmin's red, rainbow clad booty. "Serves her right for making me come here," thought Brielle. As Brielle put away her phone she suddenly felt a breeze and saw that her shorts were at her knees. "What the!" Exclaimed Brielle as her Purple panties with a big pink heart on the seat with "Precious Princess" written in silver glitter on the seat were on display for anyone to see. Something bright went of behind her and then a hooded figure ran past her.
"Get back here," yellled Brielle, "I am going to wedgie you so bad when I catch you!" Brielle took off in the figures direction, but had forgotten about her shorts being down and immediately tripped over them falling face down, ass up into the dirt leaving her booty jiggling in the night air. Brielle saw another bright light, "I must be seeing stars after that wipeout. Time to call it a night I think," muttered Brielle as she pulled up her shorts, dusted herself off and headed towards her cabin.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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