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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 Thirteen
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“I think this photo shoot is about over,” Mike said, then turned to Ken and said, “Let’s wrap it up.”
Kate was still laying on the pool chair. She didn’t know what was expected of her, so the first thing she did was pull the bikini top back into place to cover her breasts. The crowd awed and booed, but Mike waved at them and the crowd started to leave.
“Get dressed,” Mike said to Kate without looking at her. Kate sat up and reached out for her the cut-offs.
“You’re going to need the panties,” Mike said, this time, he was looking at her.
What did that mean? Kate asked herself. She didn’t need him to give her a reason. Kate picked up the cut-offs and lid them on without the bikini bottoms or the thong. Instead, she picked up the panties and the bottoms and stuffed them into the pockets of the cut-offs, then found the T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
Ken approached Mike. “I’m going to order some pizza,” he said. “I’ll meet you in your room a little later.”
“What about Tom and Jack?” Mike asked. Kate knew who Jack was, but that was the first time she’d heard the other guy’s name.
“I’ll take them with me,” Ken said, then walked away.
“Let’s go, Kate,” Mike said.
“Nice meeting you,” Debbie said to Mike and Kate.
“Yeah, see you around,” Mike responded. “Don’t lose my card. If you want to make some good money modeling, give me a call.”
Good money? Kate thought. Kate knew Mike had access to all kinds of computer-related things, but was he also some kind of porn peddler? Perhaps there was no hope for her after all, she thought. No matter what she did or how much she complied, Mike was probably going to publish her pictures in a national magazine just like he’d said to Debbie and Steph. Mike had also handed out some business cards. Kate hadn’t seen what they said, but when he handed them out, he’d called himself a photographer. She was beginning to get the idea that Mike was up to more than just applying a test for the cheerleading squad – a test that might not have a quick and easy ending like he’d made it sound. That would help expain all the humiliating and sexual things she’d been forced to do in front of the camera. Had all the girls really gone through as much as she had? Kate tried to imagine the other girls being subjected to the same kind of treatment and wondered how they would have handled similar situations. Did Caroline really have to strip in a bar full of men? Was Deidre really a willing participant in her own humiliation? Kate couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
Maybe the test was to see how much of the boys’ torture she would endure and maybe she was failing it miserably. Perhaps the real test was to see where she would draw the line and see how far she’d let the boys go before she finally put her foot down.
Kate was getting the sinking suspicion that she had fallen into the wrong crowd – exactly the kind of people her parents had warned her about – the kind of people who would use her for their benefit, then cast her aside when they no longer had a use for her.
Kate followed Mike into the hotel room. Once inside the room, Kate prepared to change into something less whore-ish than what she was wearing. The soaked bikini top was beginning to dry and paste itself to her breasts.
“Can I change?” Kate asked, getting a strange feeling at having to ask a person she hardly knew for permission to change out of something she woulnd’t have worn in the first place.
“Of course,” Mike said. “Do you want me to pick something out?”
“No thank you,” Kate said. “I can do that myself.”
“Get comfortable,” Mike said. “We’re not going anywhere else tonight. We’ll meet up with the girls tomorrow afternoon at the cabin. If you can behave yourself until then, you might still pass the test.”
Might? Kate though. What did Mike mean by that? Hadn’t she done everything he’d asked of her?
“You did a good job out there,” Mike said plopping himself down on the bed as Kate fished through her bag for something to change into.
“I tried,” Kate said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
Mike propped his head up on an elbow, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were starting to get comfortable with yourself in front of the camera.”
Good, Kate thought. My plan worked! He’ll think his embarrasing things are less painful for me and stop humiliating me in public.
“You still have a lot of shyness in you, though,” Mike added. “We have plenty of time to work on that.”
Damn, Kate thought. He’ll have more embarassing things for me to do. Her plan hadn’t worked at all. In fact, it may have back-fired on her.
Kate looked through her bag for the clothes she was going to wear. For the first time in her life, she was picking out clothes not only to make her look less sexy but with the intent to find something that not only covered her up, but was also less accessible to the boys. Kate pulled out the sports bra, a pair of dark panties, a thick T-shirt, and a pair of shorts that had a draw string and were long enough to go almost to her knees.
Kate chose the sports bra because it would hold her breasts close to her chest, making her huge mounds less visible and, therefore, less noticable and less sexy. Also, the tight material could hardly be used as part of some perverse strip show the way Mike had made her use her lacy bra and the two bikini tops. The sports bra was either on or it was off. The way it fit her, there were no other strange positions the tight material could be put in. Getting the material wet was also a useless tactic. Although it was made of white material, the thick bra would never be transparent no matter how wet it got. With a thick T-shirt over the sports bra, Kate’s nipples wouldn’t be visible either, no matter how hard they got.
The dark blue panties were chosen for the same reason. They fit perfectly over her shapely bottom and covered her modestly without riding up into the crack of her ass. They were made out of stretchy cotton and were very comfortable to sleep in. The shorts, on the other hand, were not the best things to sleep in. The material was thick and stiff, like swim shorts were made out of, but the draw string and extra length gave much-needed extra protection.
“You’re going to wear all that to bed?” Mike asked.
Kate nodded her head.
“Do you wear that much every night?”
“Most of the time,” Kate answered.
“A big, thick bra like that?” Mike asked, finding it hard to believe.
“Usually,” Kate said.
“Most girls just wear panties and a T-shirt to bed,” Mike said.
Most girls don’t have to deal with you, Kate thought. Kate picked up the pile of clothes and turned to walk to the bathroom.
“Wait,” Mike said. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom,” Kate answered.
“Why?” Mike asked. “Change right here.”
At least he’d closed the curtains so she wouldn’t be exposing herself to more people outside the room, if there were any hotel guests who hadn’t seen her naked yet.
Kate didn’t have the strength to protest. What would her argument get her? More punishment? She peeled off the T-shirt, once again exposing her breasts garbed in the obscenely under-sized bikini. Her breasts were uncomfortable, smashed against her chest in the damp material.
Kate reached behind her to untie the tight bikini string holding the damp material to her chest. When she had it untied, she grabbed a an end of the string in each hand and quickly pulled the top off conscious of Mike’s peering eyes on her naked breasts. For the first time that she was aware of, no one was photographing or video-taping Kate’s breasts while she was undressing.
Kate bent and picked up the sports bra and started to pull it on.
“Dry yourself off good before you get dressed,” Mike instructed.
Kate stopped in the middle of pulling the bra on over her arms and revesed her actions, pulling the bra off and placing it on the bed. She reached for her towel and used it to pat and rub her chest until it was dry. Her nipples were still swollen and pointy.
“Isn’t that better?” Mike said.
Kate nodded as she placed the towel down and reached for the sports bra again. She pulled it on over her head, then wrestled it into place with a minor struggle.
“Kind of tight, is it?” Mike asked. “I guess it works best when it fits like that. You don’t want your tits bouncing all over the place when you exercise, do you?”
Kate didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for the T-shirt and pulled it on over the sports bra. Then came the moment – the time when she’d have to take off the cut-offs in order to put her panties on. Before unbuttoning the shorts, Kate pulled the thong panties and the bikini bottoms out of the pocket and dropped them on the bed.
“You’re going to need those tomorrow,” Mike said. “You’d better hang them up – unless you like wearing them wet.”
Kate picked up the thong and the bikini bottoms and took them to the closet area by the bathroom, then draped them over the closet pole, carefully flattening them out so they wouldn’t wrinkle.
When she’d finished, Kate returned to the foot of the bed to finish changing clothes. She unbuttoned the cut-offs and slid them down. Fortunately, the T-shirt was long enough to cover most of her stomach and waistline, but the material fell short for giving her full coverage on the most important area. As the denim material fell to the ground, Kate’s pubic area was once again exposed to Mike’s ever-watchful eyes.
“You have a nice little patch,” Mike said. “You shouldn’t be shy about exposing it once in a while. Wait until we hook up with the other girls.
You’ll see what kind of fun they have when there aren’t any parents or teachers watching.”
Could that be true? Kate asked herself. If so, does that make them all sluts?
Kate stepped into the cotton panties and pulled them up quickly, trying to give Mike the shortest opportunity possible to stare at her naked pubic mound.
“I’ll bet you have a really nice pussy under there, too,” Mike said.
Kate’s face turned crimson with embarassment as she snapped the waistband of the panties into place.
“I’m eventually going to have to see it,” Mike said.
Kate felt a sense of panic. She’d endured so much already – and she’d thought she’d had the worst of it, but now Mike was saying he was going to see her naked pussy, too. The thought of it made her stomach turn with anxiety.
“Maybe I should check it out right now,” Mike said softly. “Just a little peek.”
Kate swollowed hard and looked at Mike who was now smirking. She tried not to look scared or embarrassed, but she couldn’t help it. Her pussy was her most secret and private place. No one had seen it. No one had touched it. She wanted to save that for someone special – not Mike and his obtrusive cameras. Kate felt tears welling up in her eyes and one rolled down her cheek.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Kate asked. “What did I do?”
Mike sat up on the bed. “Come here,” he said, patting the bed beside him. Kate stood frozen for a few seconds, not knowing what she should do. “Come on,” Mike encouraged her. “I’m not going to bite you.”
Kate moved around the bed and sat down next to Mike. As she did, he placed his arm around her and pulled her close.
“This isn’t so bad,” Mike said, “Once you get used to it, you’re going to love it. You’ll seek out opportunities like this, I promise. Right now, it’s hard because it’s all new to you. After a while, you’ll forget all about this uncomfortableness and feel right at home.”
Kate was still crying. Mike’s words meant nothing to her. She reached up and wiped the tears away with one hand, smearing her make-up across her cheek. “I c-can’t,” Kate said.
“Sure you can,” Mike argued softly. “It’s so easy. Just try not to think about it, okay? I’ll help you out. Go ahead and stand up,” Mike instructed.
Kate stood back up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Maybe it’s better this way, Kate thought. There aren’t any cameras around to record this and it’s just Mike and me – not a hundred more people.
Mike slid across the bed so he was sitting directly in front of Kate who was standing there facing him.
What if he wants more? Kate asked herself in a panic. With the cameras on, Mike had mostly been hands-off, but with no camereas, would he want to do more? Will he want to touch my pussy? Kate asked herself. Or, put something in it? Her head began to spin. She was confused. Was it better to show her pussy to Mike in private where no one else could see, or was it better to do it in public with the cameras rolling? Kate was in a no-win situation. It was either face the cameras or face Mike alone. Either way, she had not choice in the matter.
Mike scooted toward the edge of the bed until just his butt was resting on the mattress, putting him in close proximity to Kate.
“Lift your shirt up some,” Mike instructed.
Kate pulled her shirt up to her waits, allowing Mike easy access to her panties. Mike reached into Kate’s shirt, but not for her breasts, like she thought he was. With a soft skreeech, Kate nearly jumped and took two steps back when Mike softly tickled her stomach.
“Calm down,” Mike said with a smile. “You’re too tense. Come back over here.”
Kate moved back into position in front of Mike and lifted her shirt back up into position. Keeping her hands in place at her waist, she tried not to tense up as Mike’s hands found her waist. Kate closed her eyes and tilted her head back, not wanting to watch as Mike’s hands began to roam along her waistline. Mike’s smooth hands traced the waistband of the panties from her hips to her buttocks, then back again until his hands were touching one another at the front of her panties. Here it goes, Kate thought, taking a deep breath, but she had been wrong. Mike’s hands started moving along her waist again until they met in the small of her back, then made their way across her buttocks and onto the backs of her thighs.
Kate flinched and tightened her buttocks when both of Mike’s hands found their way under the soft, pliable material of the panties and worked their way up the inside of the panties along her bottom. Kate let out a tense breath and tried to breathe normally as one hand fondled the crack of her ass while the other was making a path from the back to the front inside the panties. Kate held her breath again as she felt one hand probing for her asshole while the other was making its way to the front.
Mike pulled his hand away from her buttocks and traced a similar trail under the panties toward the front until both of his hands were resting on her lower abdomen beneath the panties. Kate’s breaths were getting short and choppy. Chills went up her spine from feeling Mike’s hands on her stomach and lower abdomen.
Mike kept one hand in place while the other continued to snake its way along the inside of the panties until his fingers made contact with Kate’s narrowly-trimmed bush. Kate pulled back a bit and cringed at the thought of Mike’s hand touching her there. The panties snapped back into place with Mike’s hands free of them.
“Relax,” Mike said pulling her back toward him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Kate moved back into position and lifted her shirt above her waist again. This time, she kept her eyes open and looked down at Mike’s face as he explored the lower half of her body.
Mike put his hands into her panties again; this time from the front. He slid his hands first up her thighs, then into the narrow part of the waistband. Next, he moved them back into position with one hand placed high in the pubic area and the other found her narrow bush. Again, Kate held her breath at feeling Mike’s hand on her pubic hair. She swollowed hard as his fingers stroked her narrow bush.
Oh, God, Kate thought. This is it. He’s going to put his fingers in my pussy.
Mike looked up at Kate with a smile. “You have a fantastic body, Kate,” he said.
Kate didn’t respond. Her eyes were welling up with tears as she tried to breath normally.
Mike continued to look at her. The two of them were staring eye to eye when Kate felt Mike’s hand go a bit lower on her bush until it was almost touching her pussy. She gritted her teeth as she felt two fingers straddle her sensitive pussy. Without touching her pussy, Mike pressed down on Kate’s flesh and pushed his fingers upward, pulling the top of Kate’s pussy upward with them, stretching her delicate flesh into a forced smile.
“Put your hand right here,” Mike said, pointing to Kate’s pussy. She let go of the shirt with one hand and pressed it agianst the material of the panties where Mike had instructed. “No, inside the panties,” Mike said.
Kate slid her hand inside the waistband of the panties and over Mike’s hand. Mike turned his hand to grasp hers, pushing it downward and onto her pussy. Her fingers met Mike’s, which were still not touching her pussy, but were holding the flesh in an unnatural position. Kate’s index and middle fingers found her slit with Mike’s help.
“Feel that?” Mike asked. Kate nodded. “Do you know what that is?” He asked.
“M-my p-pussy,” Kate stammered. “It’s my pussy.”
“Yeah,” Mike answered, eyes still locked on Kate’s face. “It’s your pussy, but do you know what that little lump is at the top of your pussy?”
Kate’s fingers explored for a bit until she found the little lump he’d been talking about. Kate already knew that part was more sensitive than any other part of her pussy. It was the part that she’d felt throbbing when she was kissing her boyfriend back in Idaho and his hands were rubbing her back and her butt.
“Do you know what that is?” Mike asked. Kate shook her head, but didn’t’ break her gaze from Mike’s. “That’s your clit,” Mike explained. “Do you know what it’s for?” he asked.
Kate half-heartedly nodded her head. She’d heard of the clit before, but she didn’t really know what it was for – just that it was very sensitive.
“It’s there for you to enjoy,” Mike said. “Have you ever touched yourself there?”
Kate hesitated. Why is he asking me these embarassing questions? She shook her head.
“That’s your problem, Kate. You don’t know how to enjoy yourself.” Mike looked down at Kate’s body.
With the gaze broken, Kate looked down, too, and saw the strange image of three hands sticking out of her panties. She felt the urge to pull her hand out – to take it off her pussy – but Mike’s hands were still in there. If she took her hand out, that would free his other hand that was grasped around her wrist, and what would he do with her hand out of there? Afraid to move, Kate left her fingers on her clit.
“Play with it,” Mike instructed, not looking up.
What? Kate thought. I’ve never played with my pussy. I don’t know what to do…
As if he was reading her mind, Mike instructed her. “Move your fingers up and down over your clit.
Kate held her breath and slowly started to stroke her clit.
“Trace around it in circles,” Mike said, supervising her actions. He couldn’t see exactly what she was doing with the dark material of the panties blocking his view, but he could feel her compliance in her motions.
Kate was making small circles around her clit with her fingers. The sensation wasn’t exactly the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt. Kissing a cute boy would have been much better, she thought, especially since Mike was there watching her every move.
“Is it wet?” Mike asked?
“No,” Kate answered. “It’s dry.”
“Slide your fingers along the slit of your pussy,” Mike instructed her. He felt Kate push her fingers against her pussy and along the slit. “Is it wet there?”
Kate felt the outer lips of her pussy. They weren’t wet at all. She shook her head.
“Dip a couple of fingers inside,” Mike said.
Kate slid first her index finger, then her middle finger into the narrow slit of her pussy under Mike’s careful supervision. She was surprised to find how moist her pussy was inside. It was warm and moist. Her fingers were soaked from her juices.
“Is it wet in there?” Mike asked. Kate nodded her head shyly. “Good,” Mike said with a smile. “Now, take your wet fingers and place them back on your clit.”
Kate slid her fingers out of her wet pussy and started tracing the small circles around her clit again. Strangely, the sensation was quite a bit different than it had been before. Instead of an irritating feeling, her fingers were giving her clit a nice sensation. As Kate fingered her clit, it began to swell at her touch. She could feel herself getting wetter between her legs as her clit seemed to stiffen in her fingers.
“Close your eyes,” Mike instructed. Kate closed her eyes and tilted her head back, trying to make herself less aware of Mike’s presence so she could concentrate on the pleasure she was giving herself with her own fingers.
Kate’s pussy felt good, better than it had ever felt. She’d never known that so much pleasure could be had by playing with one little button at the top of her pussy. If she’d known that, she thought, she’d probably have at least explored it a bit on her own, but she’d lived such a sheltered up-bringing and didn’t have anyone to talk to about such feelings.
Kate’s breathing quickened. Her blood was racing with the intense pleasure she was feeling. If only Mike wasn’t there, she thought, she’d be alone with her pleasure, but there he was. He’d been the cause of so much torment, but now, he’d also shown her how to find pleasure. Mike’s grip loosened on the hand Kate was using to tickle her clit. Kate immediately stopped as Mike’s hand exited her panties.
“Don’t stop, Kate,” Mike said. “Keep going.” He pulled his other hand out of her panties and pushed her other hand in its place over her pubic mound. Kate didn’t need to be told. She used her free hand to pull up on her pussy, making her clit more accessible to her eager fingers.
“God,” Kate said as the pressure built inside her. She was now rubbing her clit frantically. “Oh,” she said, then a moan crept out of her lungs,
“Mmmmmmm…”
“That’s it,” Mike said. “Enjoy yourself.”
Kate opened her eyes and looked at Mike. He was sitting there, staring at her as always.
“Don’t think about me, Kate,” Mike said. “Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes and relax. Let yourself go.”
Kate closed her eyes again. Her breating was quickening again as she moved her fingers over and over again on her slick clit. When her fingers began to dry and become abraissive, Kate dipped them back into her honey pot, then continued to frantically tickle her clit.
“Oooohhhhh…” Kate moaned. “I think I’m cumming…” she said sleepily. “God…” Kate’s body convulsed and shook. She felt shockwaves of pleasure wash over her, starting with her pussy, then moving to every part of her body. Kate felt her knees weaken and thought she might lose her balance, but she kept her eyes closed as long as she could and continued to stroke her clit.
When the shockwaves ended, Kate was suddenly aware of Mike’s presence again. She’d lost herself in pleasure and had found the ability to ignore him for a moment. Now, with the pleasure subsiding, Kate was once again keenly aware of the sexual nature of her posture in front of Mike. With that in mind, Kate pulled both hands out of her panties and quickly wiped them dry behind her back, using her T-shirt for a towel.
“That was good, Kate,” Mike said. “Was that your first?” Kate nodded reluctantly. “Your first orgasm? Wow, I’m glad I took part in it, but I have to admit that it wasn’t just your pleasure I had in mind.”
What does he mean? Kate asked herself.
Mike moved close to her again. “You see,” Mike explained. “When you’re aroused, like you are now, your pussy is a lot more sexy to look at than when you’re just standing around, know what I mean?”
Kate wasn’t sure what he meant.
“You girls should really talk more,” Mike said. “I can’t believe you know so little about that sexy body of yours. Let me try to explain. You see, your pussy, when you’re not aroused, is kind of closed up and appears to be like a little slit, that’s about it, but when you’re aroused, like you are now, the blood flows in there and your pussy gets all wet and hot and the lips swell and open up. I guess you could say it looks kind of like a flower, with your inner lips as pedals.”
Kate was embarassed again. She hadn’t really known the difference in its appearance. She hadn’t had many experiences when she was aroused, and when she did, she didn’t run and get a mirror or a camera so she could study what it looked like.
“I figure right now,” Mike continued, “Your pussy is looking about as sexy as it’s going to get.”
God, Kate thought. No wonder he wanted me to have so much pleasure. He didn’t want it for me, he wanted it for himself… Once again, Mike had tricked her and used her feelings against her for his own pleasure.
“Lift your shirt up again,” Mike instructed. Kate pulled the shirt up a bit, like she’d done before. This time, instead of fondling Kate, Mike leaned forward and placed his hands on the waistband of her panties and started to slide them downward. “Yeah,” Mike said. “Let’s get these off so I can see you.”
Kate felt the panties begin to move downward from her waist, then over the round part of her hips and a slight breeze when her pubic hair was exposed yet again to Kate’s torturer. Just then, the phone rang, giving Kate a chill. Surely, Mike wouldn’t answer it, she thought, but she was wrong. Mike removed his hands from Kate’s body, leaving the panties in position with her patch poking out the top of the material.
“I’d better get that,” Mike said, then flopped over to the other side of the bed and grabbed the phone before it could ring again, leaving Kate standing there in that odd position.
“Hello,” Mike said into the phone. After a few seconds, he looked at Kate and said, “Get dressed.”