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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced sexual
behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the
writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.
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Cheerleader's Torment
Additional Chapters added by Karl Martin
Chapter Eleven
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Mike grabbed his camera bags and headed for the door. Kate followed him. When they were outside, Kate was greeted by cheers. Several people had gathered around the railing of the second floor of the hotel and Ken was standing at one edge of the pool with a group of people, including Tom, the other guy they’d ridden with, the hotel manager and his two maintenance guys. The two girls were still lounging by the pool. They cheered also when they say Kate come out of the room. Kate dipped her head and followed Mike through the gate surrounding the pool.
Mike approached the girls in the lounge chairs. Kate glanced at them. They were her age. The one on on the left wor a one-piece suit, probably because her chest was so small, she didn’t want to bring attention to it. The other one had larger tits, but nothing compared to Kate’s round breasts.
“Nice show!” the big-titted one said to Kate.
“How about some modesty?” The small-titted girl said, looking at Kate like she was dirt.
“Yeah, it was a nice show,” Mike agreed. “Do you girls know what’s going on here?”
“I heard you’re doing a photo shoot,” the flat-chested one said. “Is that your model?”
“Sure is,” Mike said. “Isn’t she pretty?”
Kate stood there, trying not to look at anyone or anything in particular. She felt the butterflies coming back to her stomach and resisted the urge to cry. She didn’t want to give the two girls the satisfaction.
“If you like them slutty,” the small-titted one said.
“I take all kinds of pictures,” Mike said. “Kate here enjoys having nasty pictures taken of her, so I hope that doesn’t offend you. These will probably end up in a national magazine, if she’s lucky.”
Kate felt like throwing up. Not only did she have to do the photo shoot, but she had to act like she liked it and she had to act like it was her idea, which couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“Do you find it difficult to find models?” the large-breasted one asked.
“Not really,” Mike answered. “You’d be surprised at what people will do with the right motivation. Have you girls ever thought of doing any modeling?” He held out his business card to each of them. The large-breasted one took the card, looked at it, and put it in the waist-band of her bikini.
The small-titted one waved her hand, refusing the card he offered.
“I’m no slut,” the small-titted one said.
“I do all kinds of photography,” Mike said. “I do more than just lingerie and swimsuits. Maybe you could do something in glamour or high fashion. You’re not like most girls. You’re a natural beauty.”
Kate felt a sense of betrayal. Mike had used the same words with her a few minutes ago in his speech of encouragement, that snake! She tried not to let her frustration show. Being angry wouldn’t help her situation any.
“What’s she going to model?” the large-breasted one asked.
“First, a bathing suit, then maybe some topless photos, if it doesn’t offend the other guests. The manager already gave us permission, but Kate here gets kind of nervous when people watch, especially women, so we won’t be offended if you don’t stay and watch.”
“I’m staying,” the small-titted one said. Apparently, she had a mean streak in her. She didn’t care to see Kate’s obscene tits or her shapely ass, but she did want to make her nervous, which she was already doing.
The crowd was growing. People were lining up around the rail. Ken came running over to Mike. “I think we’d better get started,” he said. “The crowd is getting kind of rowdy.”
Kate lifted her head and looked up at all the people who were watching. There must have been nearly fifty people lined up around the pool and along the upstairs rails. Most of them were men, but Kate also spotted a few women.
“Okay, let’s get started, Kate,” Mike said, looking around. “Let’s see,” he said. “We should get started over here first with all your clothes on, then start to strip things off after a few poses until you’re down to your thong. How’s that sound?” he asked as if it made a difference.
“Okay,” she said, faking confidence.
“Good,” Mike said.
Kate moved into position in an empty area by the pool. She stood in front of a lawn chair and started to pose as Mike started snapping the pictures. He wasn’t the only one with the camera. Other people were video-taping and snapping still photos as she moved her body into different poses. Kate tried to hide the fact that she was uncomfortable at the attention she was getting. Everyone staring at her was making her so nervous, she felt her fingers start to shake. Snap out of it, she told herself. Pretend it doesn’t bother you and it will be over soon. She couldn’t believe she was getting so nervous and she was still wearing all her clothes. The biggest problem was the she was doing it because she was being forced, but everyone thought she was the one who wanted to do it, the one who wanted to get naked in front of them, the one who wanted all that attention.
“Now, peel the T-shirt off,” Mike said. The two pool girls were flanking Mike. Ken and the hotel manager had gotten everyone else to stand outside the fence around the pool, but many of them were still very close and had a great view.
Kate smiled a smile she didn’t feel, then made a sultry statement on her face, feeling totally embarassed by it. Then, she reached down and tugged at the shirt, pulling it up and over her head until it was off her body. When she’d pulled the shirt over her hair, she shook her head sexily to allow her hair to fall back into position.
The crowd cheered at seeing Kate’s sexy tits pushed up and pouring out the sides of the under-sized top. Kate felt her face turn flame red, but still stuck to her plan and tried to remain calm.
“Now give us some sexy poses,” Mike said. The large-breasted girl was looking at Kate like the sight of her was pleasing. The small-titted girl looked angry and crossed her arms in front of her at the sight of Kate’s ample bossoms which looked even larger when they were out of the confines of the tight T-shirt.
Kate tried to think of the poses she’d seen in magazines, but was drawing a blank. She couldn’t think of anything to do. Panicked, she froze.
“Do you need me to stop this shoot and give you a pep talk?” Mike said.
“No,” Kate said. She knew what that meant. He’d find some way to punish her or threaten her into doing it. She wasn’t trying not to cooperate, but she just couldn’t think of anything to do, like a deer frozen in the headlights of an on-coming car.
“Oh,” said the large-breasted girl. “She really does get nervious, doesn’t she? It’s really not that hard,” she said to Kate. “Just strike a pose, like this,” the girl raised her hands to her neck and lifted her hair up behind her head, then made a pouty look.
Kate did the best to imitate the other girl, but when she pulled her hair up behind her head and took a deep breath, she could feel the bikini top riding up like it was about to pop up over her breasts. The thin bikini material was straining to break loose from Kate’s body. Kate looked down and could see that the top had risen at least an inch or more above the bottoms of her breasts and hoped that her nipples weren’t visible.
“See,” the large-breasted girl said, “It’s not so hard.”
“Debbie,” said the small-titted girl. “You’re just a show off! Let her do it on her own!”
Bitch, Kate thought. She was thankful for the large-breasted girl (Debbie’s) help.
“Show your tits!” came a yell from the crowd, followed by a woman’s voice, “Woohoo! Whip those puppies out!” Kate couldn’t believe another woman would be encouraging her to humiliate herself in public like that.
“They’re talking to you, sweetheart!” the small-titted girl said, smirking.
“Well, they sure aren’t talking to you,” Kate blurted out without thinking. “Because you don’t have any tits, bitch.”
Mike lowered the camera and shook his head. Kate knew she was in trouble now.
“Just a minute,” Mike said. The crowd made a long “Awwwwww…” sound of disappointment at the break in the show.
Mike walked over to Kate. “I think you need to behave yourself,” he said. “Remember the talk we had?”
“Yes,” Kate said. She remembered that if she did what he said, she’d get to keep her panties on for the whole photo shoot. If she didn’t do what he said, she might have to remove them and she didn’t want that to happen.
“If I hear anything else out of you, I’m going to have you out here with your panties off and I’m going to let that girl spank your bare bottom.” Mike was talking loud enough that the other girls could hear every word.
“It won’t happen again,” Kate said softly.
Mike walked back into position. “Continue,” he said. The crowd went wild. Kate could see her torment was pleasing to everyone who watched. They all stood around for one reason – to look at her. Still, Kate was determined to do as she’d planned and though she was totally embarassed, she would act like it didn’t bother her as much.
Once again, Kate couldn’t think of any kind of pose. Fortunately, Debbie once again offered a suggestion. “Put your hands on your hips and turn just your chest to one side,” she said. Kate did as she was told, finding new embarassment in the fact that she didn’t even know how to begin to look sexy. Some stranger who happened to be lying by the pool had to tell her how to do it. “Now, fold your arms under your breasts and lean forward a bit,” Debbie said, demonstrating as she spoke. Kate saw the effect the pose had on Debbie. When Debbie placed her arms under her breasts and bent forward, it gave Kate a good look down the front of her bathing suit. Kate imagined the effect the same pose would have on her. Debbie was wearing a top that was the right size, but Kate was wearing one that was at least two sizes too small for her. Again, she could feel the material of the top stretching to what must have been its limit. This time, her breasts threatened to pop out of the top of the suit instead of the bottom. Kate looked down to see if either of her nipples was popping out of the top. Fortunately, they weren’t.
“These pictures would come out a bit better if your nipples were hard,” Mike said, then asked the small-titted girl, “Don’t you think so?”
“Maybe you should have her tweak her nipples to make them hard,” the small-titted girl said with an evil look on her face.
“That’s a good idea,” Mike said. “You heard her. Just give them a couple of good pinches to stiffen them up a bit.”
Kate had never deliberately tried to harden her nipples. She’d also always tried to play down their protuberance any time they’d been hard. A good selection of bras made out of stiff material and good, thick outer-wear had always kept her from having an embarassing nipple hard-on show to anyone who might be looking. Now, she was supposed to try to stiffen them intentionally. Sticking with her plan, she acted like the act didn’t bother her and reached up to the bikini top material and gave each nipple a good pinch. Doing so made her turn beet red again, despite her intentions to hide her shame. After a few pinches, her nipples refused to stiffen, mostly because she felt so exposed and out in the open. Her heart was pounding.
“That doesn’t seem to be working,” Mike said.
“What about this water hose?” the small-titted girl offered. “I’m sure this will do the trick.”
Bitch! Kate thought, but didn’t dare say aloud.
“Good idea,” Mike said. “Would you be so kind?”
“My pleasure,” the small-titted girl said. She picked up the hose and asked someone to turn it on.
Kate could see the pressure building in the hose as drops seeped out of the connection between the nozzle and the hose. Splash! Kate felt the icecicle cold water collide with her chest full force. She raised her arms to try to cover herself, but wasn’t managing to do a good job of it. She was soaked from her shoulders down. Kate struggled with the bikini top to keep it from flopping open or off of her large breasts as the water shot all over her chest. Where her pinches failed to make her nipples hard, the cold water succeeded in stiffening them to a point and provided the added effect of making the bikini top nearly transparent. In front of the audience’s eyes, her large, soft nipples had shrank in diameter and stiffened up to make sharp points of darkness under nearly invisible, wet material.
“That’s enough,” Mike said not wanting Kate to have that drowned-rat look. The small-titted girl turned off the water. Mike kept snapping pictures.
“Show your tits!” Someone in the crowd yelled again. Debbie’s heart jumped. Wasn’t it enough for them to stare at them through the soaked material? Did she have to take her top off to satisfy them?
“Well,” Mike said. “I guess we’d better get on with it. What should come first?” he asked Debbie. “Should she take the top off or the cut-offs?”
“Well,” Debbie answered. “That’s a tough one. I suppose you could do it both ways, then decide which pictures you like best.”
Until now, Kate had appreciated Debbie’s presence, but that last statement sounded like something one of Mike’s friends would say.
“I like your thinking,” Mike said. “Okay, which way first, then?”
“I’d say take the shorts off first,” Debbie said.
“Take the shorts off,” Mike commanded.
Kate reached down and popped the button of her cut-offs open, then slowly lowered the zipper. Guys were cheering and yelling. “Take it off!” she heard a woman’s voice say. Kate couldn’t understand why the women were so into having her humiliate herself in public like that. Debbie’s hands pushed the waistband of the shorts down over her bottom and past her knees, letting the cut-offs fall to the floor. The crowd cheered. She could hear people in the crowd saying things like, “Check out that ass,” and other rude comments on her body.
“Kick them off,” Mike said. Kate complied, stepping out of the shorts, she kicked them toward Mike.
Kate noticed that the cold water had soaked through the cut-offs to her bikini bottoms, making the thong panties visible under the bikini bottoms.
“Great!” Mike said, sounding disappointed. “I can see your panties through the bathing suit and I don’t think it’s good for the pictures.”
Damn, Kate thought. Mike would find some other way to make the situation more shameful and humiliating for her.
“Turn around and let us see what it looks like from the back,” Mike said.
Kate complied, embarassed that she had to let them see her from that angle, but she was also relieved that she was able to turn around so she couldn’t see the faces staring at her indecent body.
“That’s no good either,” Mike said. “Go ahead and pull the bikini bottoms off while you’re facing that way.”
Gulp, Kate felt a lump rise in her throat. Now, they were all going to be staring at her bottom in that horrible thong she was wearing underneath the bikini bottoms.
“Let’s see that ass!” Someone yelled, making Kate even more nervous as she moved her hands to the waistband of the bikini bottoms. Slowly, she pushed the bottoms down off her butt cheeks and over her thighs.
As more of her ass came into view, the crowd cheered even more. “That’s a nice ass!” she heard soemone say. Finally, she bent forward to pull the bottoms the rest of the way down and off. She stood back up quickly, realizing the view of her ass that was available to the people behind her.
“Good,” Mike said. “That’s quite a bit better. Now, spread your feet out a little bit.”
Kate moved one of her feet so she was standing with her feet about a foot apart.
“Bend over and touch your toes,” Mike said.
Kate touched her toes and the crowd went wild. Even though her pubic area – her pussy as she’d called it – was covered with the thong, she still felt like it was somehow exposed or put on display for the crowd to stare at.
“Stand up again,” Mike said. Kate complied again. When she’d stood up, she casually put her hands on her hips. “That’s nice,” Mike said. “Now, keep your hands on your hips and squat down like you’re going to take a piss.”
Kate did as she was told. Her actions were met by the crowds positive response. Kate thought how obscene her bottom must have looked with the thong riding straight up the crack of her ass with her legs bent and her pussy pointing at the ground like it was while she squatted in that position.
“Stand up again,” Mike said like he had something on his mind. You know, the black thong and the white top kind of clash, don’t they?”
“Yeah,” small tits said. “She should get rid of them. Have her take them both off.”
Bitch, Kate thought, but didn’t dare say.
“Not both,” Mike said. “This is supposed to be kind of a swimsuit shoot, so the bathing suit, or at least part of it, should stay on in most of the pictures.”
Kate wondered what he was getting at. Hopefully, she thought, he was going to tell her to put the shorts back on, but she wasn’t feeling so lucky.
“I know,” Mike said, “Since the thong and the top don’t match and the thong and the bottoms don’t go good together, Kate can take the thong off and put the bikini bottoms back on.”
Kate was suddenly more embarassed than she’d ever been in her life. Mike had betrayed her. He was going to make her reveal her most private spot to the audience after promising that he wouldn’t. She was ashamed at the thought of showing any of her pubic area to the crowd, but she didn’t dare argue with Mike. If she did, she knew she’d be punished.
“There’s not enough time for her to go in and change, so she can change right here,” Mike said then he walked over to Kate. “Listen,” he said softly, “You can stay facing that way so no one will see any more than they’ve seen already, okay?”
Kate nodded her head and stifled what felt like a sob building in her throat. She was somewhat relieved that Mike had allowed her to face away from everyone. Though she’d be baring her naked bottom to everyone watching, none of them would be able to see her naked pussy from that angle.
“But when I bend over to pull the panties off, they’ll see me… All of me,” Kate whispered, hoping Mike wouldn’t be mad at her words.
“Hmm…that does pose a problem,” he said, then looked thoughtful for a moment. “I can help you change.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Kate asked.
“Before you take off the panties,” Mike explained. “Reach into the panties and cover your pussy with one of your hands. Then, I’ll pull the panties down for you and help you step into the bathing suit bottoms. How does that sound?”
Terrible, Kate thought. She was horrified. She’d be standing there with nothing covering her pussy or her bottom except for her own hands. “Okay,” she said, not wanting to face the punishment that would come if she argued.
“Oh, but wait,” Mike said. “I can’t do it. If I did, who would take pictures for me? I know, I’ll ask Debbie to help us out.” Mike walked over to Debbie and said, “Can you help us out? I kind of promised Kate that I wouldn’t show her completely naked to anyone here, so she could use some help getting changed out of that thong and into the bikini bottom again.”
“I’ll do it,” small tits said, sounding thrilled at participating in some more humiliation of the girl who had insulted her.
“Go ahead,” Mike said. “That’s very kind of you to volunteer.”
Small tits walked over to Kate and stood in front of her so she wasn’t blocking the view of the audience. Kate took one hand and pulled the thong away from her body slightly, reached into the thong with the other hand and slid it down her belly, over her pubic hair and placed it flat over her little pussy. Her middle finger and ring finger rested on the outer lips of her pussy and the palm of her hand rested on the pubic hair. Her pussy was the one part of her body that had yet to be bared to any onlookers. This part of her body was still safe from the prying eyes of the men and women who’d seen other parts of her body earlier today.
“Spread your legs a little bit,” Mike instructed.
Kate spread her feet out a little bit.
“You bitch,” small tits whispered to Kate. “I’m going to humiliate you.”
“Okay,” Mike instructed small tits, “Pull them down for us.”
Kate bit her lip, choking back the urge to cry as the small-titted girl reached out and grabbed the narrow waist of the panties and began to tug them downward. Kate shivered feeling the girls hands reach around her and pull the waistband over and off Kate’s round bottom, then slid the panties downward, first over her thighs, then her knees and further downward until they were around Kate’s ankles. The crowd was pleased with the sight of Kate’s ass. Instead of using one of her hands to cover it, she’d chosen to place both her hands in front of her for more visual protection of her virgin pussy.
Mike continued to snap pictures of Kate as small tits helped Kate step into the bikini bottoms. “Wait a minute,” Mike said. “I don’t want to miss a good photo opportunity. Kate, turn around.”
Kate turned around and found new embarassment as she faced the audience with nothing covering her pussy but her own hands. Aside from the transparent and soaked bikini top, Kate was completely naked with the thong down around her ankles. She felt a little light-headed as her stomach turned flips at the sight of all the eyes staring at her nakedness.
“Can you squat down?” Mike asked. Kate removed one hand from her pussy and used it to balance herself as she bent her knees and squatted to the ground with her other hand still firmly in place covering her pussy.
“That’s good,” Mike said. Kate was totally embarassed. Here she was on her toes, squatting to the ground in a soaked bikini top and no panties on and she knew it wasn’t anywhere near the end of it. So far, her plan to go with the flow hadn’t helped her a bit. “Now,” Mike said. “Put your hand behind you and let your knees touch the ground. When she did as she was told, she realized the effect this position was having on the crowd. They were cheering frantically. Her hand still covered her pussy, but she was in a more vulnerable position. If she lost her balance, she’d have to move her hand from her pussy to catch her fall.
“Push your pussy into the air,” Mike said, “And throw your head back.” Kate moved her shoulders back and pressed her pelvis upward. As she did, the bikini top strained itself on her breasts again. Once again, her breasts were trying to spring from the bottom of the bikini top. “I think your tits want to come out,” he said.
Kate could feel the material sliding slowly up her chest, but in that position, she couldn’t tell if her nipples were exposed to the audience or not.
“Here, I’ll help,” Small tits said. She stood over Kate in that vulnerable position and even stradled Kate’s face with her own crotch as she leaned forward to adjust Kate’s bikini top. Kate felt a few fingers come into contact with her breasts as they tugged slightly on the material, first pulling the top gently back into place, then small tits, grasped the band of the top with one hand and the triangle-shaped material covering Kate’s left breast and pushed the material to one side, exposing Kate’s nude breast to the audience for the first time. The cool air on Kate’s naked breast sent a shockwave through her body. Not only was it cold and uncomfortable, but there she was with her left breast hanging out for all to see.
“Nice tits,” she could hear someone say, while others clapped and cheered.
A second later, Kate felt the girl place her hands on the top covering Kate’s right breast. Small tits tugged the material away from Kate’s right breast, then placed one hand on the inside edge of each of the breast cups and ran her fingers along the material’s length to make sure it stayed in place off Kate’s breasts, pushing Kate’s breasts up toward the center of her chest. Kate thought she might pass out. The bikini top was now completely worthless shoved to the sides as it was. In that position, her tits should be somewhat flatter than normal with her back arched, but the material of the top held them together, giving her some deep cleavage despite being bent in that odd shape. Adding to the problem, the only thing keeping her from total shame and humiliation was her hand covering her pussy. Surely, she thought, her hand was only covering the lips of her pussy leaving her ass completely visible beneath her hand.
When the crowd cheered the girl’s actions, small tits reached back down to Kate and grabbed both breasts in her hands, pushing them together in the center. Kate didn’t move. She wanted to get up and slap the small-breasted girl who had the nerve to grab her tits and smash them together like that.
Small tits wasn’t quite finished with Kate’s tits. Seeing how it humiliated Kate, Small Tits thought she should take it a bit further. She wasn’t satisfied with how the bikini still made Kate’s flawless breasts look good in the position she was in, so she took the bikini band and pulled it up and over Kate’s breasts, allowing them to move away from one another, but Kate’s breasts were firm on her young frame and only moved slightly away from one another, much to the delight of the audience despite Small Tits’ attempt to do the opposite.
“Stand up again,” Mike said, “And turn around.”
Kate stood and turned, exposing her naked ass to the crowd again. She could feel their leering eyes staring at her rounded bottom and felt so ashamed at having let this happen and for letting it go so far.
“Spread your legs really wide for me.”
Kate slid her feet apart very far. She could have gone further, but was didn’t want to do any more than what she was asked.
“Bend over and touch the ground with your free hand,” Mike said. Kate did as she was told, finding it easy to place he free hand on the ground. In this position, Kate’s fingers were visible to everyone behind her. So was her up-turned bottom. Kate looked down at herself. She could see her bare breasts hanging out of the tiny bikini top. Her nipples were still hard as ever. Despite her total lack of arousal, the effects of the cold water on her body were still apparent. Looking between her breasts, Kate could clearly see Mike standing behind her, snapping away with his camera. Debbie was at his side looking re-assuringly at her. Kate tried to summon all of her strength. Standing practically naked in front of an audience, bent over with her hand over her pussy was something she thought she’d never be doing.
“Now go lower, so your elbow touches the ground,” Mike commanded. That was really far for her to bend, Kate thought, but she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to bend over so far that she’d lose her balance and have to brace herself on the hand that was covering her pussy. If she had to reach down with the other hand to catch her balance, Kate would be showing her pussy to the whole group.
Being atheltic and coordinated, Kate had no trouble balancing herself and keeping her hand in place over her pussy while she moved into position. Still, she knew the position was giving the audience a clear view of her ass, not just the crack, but the hole as well. The crowd cheered even more with her in this position. Kates breasts were now positioned strangely near her face in this upside-down position.
“Now push back on your arm so you’re aiming your butt this way,” Mike ordered. “You can bend your knees if you have to.” Kate pushed her butt backward giving Mike a good view of her ass and her finger-covered pussy. From this angle, Mike couldn’t quite see Kate’s pussy, but he could see the line that joined her ass to her pussy.
“One more thing and you can put the bottoms on again,” Mike said re-assuringly. “Lay down on that pool chair.”
Kate didn’t know what Mike had in mind, but she complied anyway and was happy that the ordeal was soon to be over – she hoped. Kate didn’t have a choice, so she positioned herself on her back in the pool chair, careful to keep her hand over her pussy.
“That’s good, Kate.” Mike said. “Now face me and put your feet up on the chair with you.” Kate placed her feet up on the chair, like she was lying in bed with her knees up. “Yeah, that’s good,” Mike said, moving into position at the foot of the chair. Debbie stood over his shoulder. “Raise your feet up in the air.”