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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Cheerleader's Torment VI (teens, orgy) by James Dawson ======================================================== Chapter Six Kate felt as if everyone in the entire diner stopped and stared the moment she walked out. It was like time suspended. The five or six men seated that the counter literally stopped and stared. Their jaws stopped chewing. She could just imagine what they were thinking. She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck, mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look big and fat, bulging out of all sides. It was gross. This coupled with her bright red mouth, made her look like cheap. She stared at the floor as Mike led her by the hand back to the table. He motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat. "Wow, what a difference," said Jack. She stared at the burger sitting in front of her. She could feel the eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to cover them with her hands. Why was this happening to her? "Come on, eat up, Kate," said Mike. "I..I'm not very hungry," she replied. She looked at Ken and Jack. They were busy eating, chewing, like animals. But they still just stared at her as though it were her that they were eating. She quickly looked back down. "You have to eat your burger, Kate," said Mike. He smiled, "or you will have to be punished." She heard the guys giggling. Kate suddenly felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in a crappy roadside diner practically naked, her breasts almost totally visible t o anyone who wanted to look. She was on display, like an animal in the zoo. A sob escaped her brightly painted mouth as she remembered having to jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the Men's room. She was so degraded. "Knock it off, Kate," said Mike, obviously growing weary of her tears. He handed her a napkin, "or I'll give you something to cry about." And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse. She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin. "Sure is a good thing we got waterproof make-up." The guys laughed. She looked down at the burger and picked it up. She started eating. "Atta girl," said Mike. Their waitress came back to the table. She looked at Kate with thinly veiled disgust. "You sure you're warm enough there Miss?" she asked sarcastically. "She's just fine, thank you." said Mike. "Well, will there be anything else?" she asked. "I'm off now." "Some more ice water, please." asked Mike. "Sure thing," she said. She returned back with a pitcher and started filling up the glasses. "Can you just leave it?" asked Mike. "Sure," she replied. "You can pay Auggie," she said, realizing they weren't in a rush to settle the bill. "Sure thing," said Mike. The disgruntled waitress sauntered off, clearly not happy. She pulled a coat from the coat rack near the door and left. After a few minutes, Kate saw the trucker walk past their table and go back to his seat at the counter. She could feel him stare. She thought about what he'd seen. She felt sick again. She noticed him lean over and start talking to the other men. One by one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men take turns looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food. The guys at her table went on talking again, and she hardly heard a word they said. She just tried to eat. After a moment, she saw the trucker from the Men's room get up and approach them. Her stomach tightened. "Say," he said to Mike. He motioned back to the other men at the counter. "I wuz just telling the guys about, about...and...well,, they don't believe me." Mike looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw in the milkshake. He turned and looked at Kate. Kate could feel the butterflies in her stomach. "Well," Mike replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you either." They all laughed. The trucker smiled back, showing his rotten teeth. "I tell you what," he continued, "Bernice and the family that was here hit the road, and it just us friends. Now my buddies here've each got fifteen bucks for a look like I got." Mike looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Kate. She felt the adrenalin. They were talking about HER! Mike and this man were talking about her like she wasn't even there. "That's almost a hundred bucks towards our trip," said Mike. She didn't respond. "Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the table top. She couldn't look up. "You wouldn't mind helping for the good of our trip would you Kate?" Mike asked. "Please...No...." There was a moment of silence. They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling around her. She stared at the table top. "Kate here is kinda shy," said Mike, "but I know she wouldn't want to disappoint us." He looked over at her. She didn't move. " I think," he continued, "that what she means here is that she would rather have ME pull her titties out." The guys all laughed. "NOOOOO...that's, not..." her words were drowned out. The trucker motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade. "Jim," the trucker said to one of them, "go and get Auggie, will ya'." "Oh, my God..." Kate looked at Mike, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please, no..." It was all she could say. "We gotta help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's no big thing." Kate could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost literally drooling. The only thing she noticed about one of them was a huge Adam's a pple that stuck out from his neck. Hair grew around it, like he's given up trying to shave around it. They were all so gross. The one called Jim came back, followed by a huge, fat, greasy looking man in his late fifties. He had on a filthy T-shirt with a "V" neck that showed wads of back and grey hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier apron wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Kate and licked his lips. "Jez a minute," he said, quickly moving down the length of the counter, like he had a winning lottery ticket, "lemme lock the front door." Mike got out from the booth. "Step back guys," he said, waving his hands, "let's give her some room." Tom, Jack and Ken all slid out of the booth and with the men formed a loose semi-circle. Mike reached his hand out for Kate. She sat there, visibly paralyzed. "Auggie," said Mike to the greasy cook as he approached them, "do you have a plastic spatchula?" "Uh, yeah..." the owner replied, perplexed. "Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Mike. He turned to face Kate sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Kate here needs a little discipline..." "HHOOOOOOOOOO," a chorus of the guys. Auggie hurriedly ran back to the kitchen. Kate looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded. Mile reached his hand out to her again. She didn't have to hear it twice. She reached out for his hand. He pulled her out of the booth. As she stood up, Kate looked even more statuesque, and her big, jutting breasts appeared to be straining even harder against the bikini top. There was a murmur of appreciation. Standing up made her even dizzier. Auggie returned with a blue plastic spatula. There were two rows of large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of the sides was blackened and warped from use. Kate stared at it. Mike took it and set it down. He sat himself up on the edge of the table they'd been sitting at, facing the counter, and the men. He reached out and took Kate's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was facing the guys with her bottom pressed against the edge of the table between his legs. His thighs straddled her hips. Mike reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table, and reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it against the front of her jeans. It stuck out like an erect penis. "WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out several of the men. They laughed. "Now, here Kate," said Mike, "I want you to hold this here, just like this with your left hand." Kate looked down at the rude image. She couldn't look up, she couldn't face the men she could feel staring at her. The front door was locked, and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way out of t his was to do what Mike said. Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle. "And with THIS hand," said Mike. He guided her right hand around the top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length. She tried to pull her hand away, but Mike held it tight, keeping the motion going. "YEAAAAH" cried the men. They made whooping sounds. "Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment." She felt Mike's thighs pull tight on her hips, making her feel even more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than being in the Men's room. She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her crotch. Tears welled up and spilled out down her face. Mike continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he had established a good rhythm "Now, you gotta keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let go and pulled his hands away. Kate closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right shoulder. She could feel his breath on her chest. "Keep it going nice and steady," he said. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to block out everything else. She felt Mike's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her upper arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the same rhythm. He worked them up and down. His hands slid farther down and went to her elbows, and he began pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out in the middle of her chest. She heard the men make cat-calls. She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle as Mike manipulated her arms back and forth like an accordion. Squeezing her breasts together. "Awe, come on," said one male voice, "let's see those FUCKING TITS." She shuttered. "Keep it going nice and steady now," he said, as he relaxed her arms. She felt his hands go back to her shoulders. They rested there for a moment. Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The fingertips began moving th eir way under the material as they went down. Her breathing became tight and fast. She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved farther down the straps over her breasts, slightly pulling away the top. Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth. "Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice. Kate kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look. She felt his fingers continue to move against her skin She felt the material being lifted up, slowly, away from her breasts towards either side. She waited for the feel of his entire hand "Now pull your shoulders back," Mike said in her ear. She bit down on her lower lip. She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs rise up. She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her right hand up and down the ketchup bottle. "AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN." She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to believe. She flinched. She suddenly felt Mike's tongue lightly touch the right side of her neck. A tingling spread across her body. The point of his tongue moved up her neck towards her ear. It was dizzying. Then with one sudden tug, the bikini top was pulled to either side, and Kate's big breasts sprang out. WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men all cheered. She let out a whimper of shame. "OH, my GOD, look at those TITS." "FUUUUUUCK." She tried to ignore the crude comments. She felt Mike's hands move underneath her bared breasts. He cupped them in his hands and lifted them up, bunching them up on her chest. She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle, keeping the stroking motion. Mike began to knead the big mounds. "AW, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTT" Whoops of delight came the men. "I'd sure LOVE to run my prick between THOSE fucking melons," said one of them. Kate almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in such a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these greasy horrible men made her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Mike let him? Mike began to run his fingers in a circular motion. He started to caress her nipples, tugging them outward. "Let's get this things to stand out," he said. The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear and humiliation to create a swirl of emotion in Kate. She felt waves of dizziness. He rolled the big nipples in his fingers. "Come on, Kate," he said, "let's make 'em hard." "Let me LICK ‘EM" offered one of the men. Kate shuddered. She felt Mike's hands pull away. "Come on, make them stick out," he commanded. She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle. The sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth and eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the floor. Mike had taken one of the glasses of ice water from the table behind him and poured it down her front. "AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys. She instantly reached up to cover herself. Now that her eyes were open again, she suddenly noticed that Jack had climbed up onto the counter to get a better view, and had the small palm-sized video camera in his hand. He'd caught the whole horrible episode. She cried out in shame. A wild cheer went up and the men saw that she had seen Jack. "Hey, I want a copy of that tape," said one of the men. "Fuckin' A-Yeah" the others agreed. She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and covered her face. She began to cry into her hands. "Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..." "Hey, she dropped the bottle." said a male voice. "DIIIIISapline" said another. Mike pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her dripping breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They were covered in delicate goose bumps. "We want see," he said, "shoulders back, now." Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down the creamy light brown skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water had indeed made the nipples tight and hard. Mike reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them back, forcing her tits to stick out. She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears dripped down her face. "Kate," said Mike, "you just have not followed instructions here." She suddenly realized what that meant. Another spanking. Here. In this greasy diner. In front of these horrible men. "NOOOOOOO," She tried to squirm loose, but Mike held her tight. He gave her whole body a shake. She stopped struggling. "Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper, "you've got two choices." He pulled her tight. The men all watched Mike talk to her. "Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her, "or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..." "No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to turn around to face him. He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could hear. "And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and holding you down, well, then things are going to get outta hand here..." "Oh, GOD...No..." She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever dreamed possible. The thought of these greasy, horrible men holding her down and... "What's it gonna be?" She was speechless. Stricken with fear. "What's it gonna be, Kate?" "God, please DON'T...please don't let them..." "Kate, you are just going to have to learn to follow instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for you." She was numb. "I think I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson here." Tears welled up in her beautiful big brown eyes. "Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly, and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let the guys here take over." He pushed her forward and scooted off the table. She found herself standing just a few feet away from the leering men, with her breasts sticking rudely from her top, and realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at the floor. "You sure got nice tits honey," said one of them. Mike moved to the next booth and pushed away the silverware and napkins. He picked up the spatula. "WHOAAAA" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new vantage points. Three of them sat on the stools on the counter facing the table. "You guys," he pointed to Ken and Tom, "come slid in here." He motioned each one to one of the bench seats facing each other across the table. "Okay, Kate, over here." Slowly, with her big breasts hanging lewdly from her mauled bikini-top, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the table. There was nothing she could do. Nothing except what Mike said. "Now turn around." She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her long dark hair hung down near the line the strap of her top made around her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin. In front of her, staring at her bared breasts were Tom and Ken sitting on either side at the other end of the Formica covered tabletop. Tom smiled at her. "I can't wait to see that ass," said Auggie behind her. "You can have her ass," said another, "I want feel my dick between those big tits." The men had gone a bit quiet while Mike had been talking to her, waiting to see what was going to happen. Now they spoke up again. Kate tried to blot out the rude comments, and closed her eyes again. She just wanted this nightmare to be over. "Okay, Kate," said Mike, "take your pants down." She took a deep breath. Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal button through the hole in her jeans. She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down. From behind, the men could see the waist of her jeans go slack. "YEAAAAAAH." She worked her thumbs into the top of the jeans and carefully started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips, careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down. "WHEEEEEEEW!!!" Slowly her white panties were exposed. Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round ass came into the men's view. She lowered her jeans over the ripe cheeks to the tops of her thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white panties, which were bunched up between her cheeks. "HUH, HUH, HUH," the men chanted. She waited her next instruction. "A little lower," said Mike. She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part of her hips. "Lower," Another few inches. "Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Mike commanded. Slowly she moved away from the table. She waited. "Take them off." She was startled. That would leave her almost totally naked. She couldn't argue. "Lean forward, Kate, and push them all the way down your legs without bending your knees." She began to do as he said and lower the jeans down her tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The motion rounded her ass, making it stick out in front of the men. "OH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!" she heard. "Stick it OUT," Her breasts hung pendulously as she bent over. Auggie leaned forward in his seat towards her bottom, staring at it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab it. She pushed the jeans all the way down her long slim legs. "Okay," said Mike, "now step out of them without standing back up." She lifted one leg at a time, jiggling her breasts and spreading her bottom cheeks in her panties, and managed to pull both of her bare feet free. "Stand back up." She raised herself back upright. Mike walked up, and stood on her left side. He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her panties and mauled bikini top. "Go back to the table." She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of the table. The front of her thighs leaned against the edge. She looked at Ken and Tom sitting in front of her and noticed they were both staring at the front of her panties. She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do. She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart. "Now," said Mike's voice behind her, "reach back behind you and grab your panties." Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material, just above each bottom cheek. "Now pull them up." She began to pull the material upwards, arching her back and slowly exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled away. The faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an indentation in the smooth s kin. "Higher." She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the crack. "HUH, HUH, HUH..." "Now lean forward." Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the table edge with the front of her thighs. Once again her breasts hung freely from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ken staring at them. "Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over." The height of the table was such that in order to make contact with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes. "Now," said Mike from behind her, "give your hands to Ken and Tom." She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully. Tom smiled again. Ken didn't. He just stared silently. She let go of her panties which snapped back down, though most of them remained wedged in her bottom. She slowly reached her hands out in front to her. The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt clammy. "Okay," said Mike, "pull her as far forward as you can without pulling her off her feet." They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts mashed against the table top. With her arms being held down, she felt so vulnerable. She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air. Mike picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air. "WHOOOOOAAAA" a cheer went up from the men. He walked up to Kate's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks. "YEEEAHHH." He laid the spatula against her right cheek and pressed it against her skin. Small bulges appeared in the holes cut in the plastic. He lifted it away and inspected the imprint. Mike got down on one knee, with his face just inches from her left cheek. He just looked for a moment. "Come ONNNNN," said Auggie, "let's see that ASS!" Mike didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula and touched Kate's leg with it, just behind her left knee. The knee flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh, rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the line between her legs, a line she was tightly holding together. Kate squinted her eyes shut at she felt the utensil on her skin. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace herself. Mike reached out and grasped the top of her panties. He slowly pulled them down over her ripe ass. Kate let out a moan of shame. Now her bottom was totally exposed. He pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing both luscious cheeks and the dark line that ran between them that turned into a gentle "Y" at the top. Mike grabbed her right cheek in his hand. He squeezed it, causing her flesh the bulge between his fingers. "Lemme' see her ASSHOLE," said Auggie suddenly Both Tom and Ken felt her try to pull her arms free. They held them fast as she squirmed on the table top. The men watched her ass wiggle around. "SPLAT," Mike brought the spatula down. "SPLAT," instantly again on the other side. "AHHHHHH" Kate cried out in pain. The burning was much worse than before. She burst into fresh tears. Ken and Tom held her hands tightly. The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down. Her bottom was suddenly much redder than it had been. Mike reached down and rubbed both cheeks. She held her knees tightly together. "SPLAT," a little lower this time. "SPLAT," on the other side. "AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again. Mike rubbed her bottom with his hands again. Auggie and the other men stared. Kate sobbed. Her bottom was on fire. Mike continued to rub the red cheeks. "Now, Kate," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still." She gave no reaction. "Ready, Auggie?" asked Mike. The greasy restauranteur's face was bright pink. Mike slipped his fingers into the crack of Kate's bottom and pulled her asscheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus. She cried out in shame and humiliation. How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing. Her bottom buzzed with warm pain. Mike released her asscheeks and stepped back. The four red marks were clearly visible. He walked to the table they had all been in and picked up the pitcher of ice water the waitress had left them. Ice was still floating in it. "Kate here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so we better cool things off a bit." The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do. Mike walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just over her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around and grabbed her other side, holding her firmly. He tipped to the pitcher, and a stream of water came down and made contact with Kate's lower back. "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body lurched forward onto to the table as both of her feet left to the floor. She pulled against Ken and Tom. Mike let to the water run down over her reddened bottom. It make tickles down off of to the round cheeks. Streams poured down her legs and ran into her panties. Her legs kicked in to the air. She gasped at to the cold. He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks. He pointed to the pitcher into her panties and poured water onto them. To the cold water spilled out of to the crotch band and ran over down her thighs. He set to the pitcher down on to the other table and reached down and grabbed them. He pulled her panties back up, pulled a puddle of cold water into contact with her crotch. She whimpered as to the cold, wet material made contact with her skin. Mike waited until she was still again and motioned to Tom and Ken, who let go of to the distraught girl. Mike pulled her to her feet. Kate stood in total humiliation. She covered her big breasts with her arms. Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which were pulled tightly back into place. To the men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life again. They cheered and gave each other high fives. Mike handed Kate her jeans. "Here, you can put these back on." She took to the jeans and held them in front of her. "You can have five minutes in to the Ladies Room." Kate quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to the restrooms. "But leave to the panties on." The men all laughed. Mike looked at his watch at to the sound of to the Ladies' Room door closing. "That was to the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one of to the men. "And to the COLDEST," said another. They all laughed. "Yeah," replied Mike, "I went easy on her this time." He smiled at to the men. "Cause she's still got a coming up. She has to practice her cheers, cause she is going to be putting on a show tonight that she doesn't know about." "Whooooa," said one of to the men. "And tomorrow," Mike said. "Tomorrow, we're taking Kate to to the Mall."