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Subject: <<REPOST>> Cheerleader's Torment by Dawson (M+/f, nc) (3/8)
From: an449094@anon.penet.fi (JDawson)
Date: 1996/08/29
Message-Id: <052313Z29081996@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.spanking
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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
by James Dawson
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Chapter Two - In The Car
Kate realized that she could not look into the faces of the guys. She
bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and trying as hard as possible to
keep her shoulders hunched and her elbows and arms in tight around her
body, she slowly leaned her ehad forward, allowing her long dark hair
to fall over her chest and slid the blindfold over the top of her head.
She moved it into place.
There was a thick moment of silence.
She suddenly flinched as she felt another hand help adjust it.
She started to reach up to pull it away, but caught herself.
"Relax, Kate," she heard Mike say, "just relax."
The tension in the car was suddenly tormenting. She heard
rustling in the front seat, like a backpack being opened.
She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes tightly behind the
blindfold. She felt a hand gently pull her hair hanging in front of
her back over and behind her shoulders exposing her chest area. She
resisted the urge to g
rab it.
She felt as though the guys were all staring at her large
breasts, and it made the full twin mounds feel even bigger than they
already were, like they were sticking out all the way into the front
seat. She wrapped her ar
ms around them. This was her worst nightmare, and she actually began to
contemplate leaving and going home.
She heard someone clear their throat.
"Now remember," Mike said, "you have to follow instructions. And
you're not going to have to do anything all of the others haven't
done."
Silence. Not a sound save the idling of the car.
"Understand, Kate?"
God, could she go through with this? She remembered her mother.
Slowly, she nodded her head. He was right, they'd all done it.
She had to go through with it.
"Okay, first you need to relax" Mike continued.
She nodded gently. She heard more movement.
"Now, put your hands, with the palms down onto the seat on either
side of you."
Slowly she unfolded her arms and laid her hands on the seat.
"Put the palms down against the seat."
She bit her lip again, and turned her hands over, flat against
the seat.
"Now, very slowly, Kate," Mike continued, "take a nice deep
breath. That will help you relax."
GOD.
Slowly she began to breath in.
"No a DEEP breath, Kate, come on now...all the way...sit up
straight...fill your lungs."
She could feel her face grow hot as her chest expanded, forcing
her breasts to stand straight out. She prayed no one would touch her.
"Now hold it for a second"
She sat still. The sound of the idling car was interrupted by a
gasp from one of the guys.
"That's right, Kate...now slowly let it out"
She did, fighting the reflex to cross her arms in front of her.
"That's good. Now again."
Again, she filled her lungs, making her boobs stick out.
"Now hold it."
She turned her head to one side, trying to lessen the
embarrassment.
"Okay. Now let it out."
She did.
"Feel better, Kate?" Mike asked.
She nodded gently. She took a normal breath.
She waited to feel the car start moving.
It didn't.
"Before we get moving," Mike said, "I want to ask you a
question."
Oh, God. She thought.
"And you HAVE to tell the truth, always."
She nodded again
"Tell us, Kate," he said. "are you wearing a bra?"
She felt like she had been jabbed. She could suddenly hear her
heart pounding in her chest. She could feel her breath get tight.
"Kate?"
She struggled to answer.
"I asked, Are you wearing a bra?"
"Ahh...yeah.." She whispered.
Of course she was wearing a bra. Even under her T-shirt, they
could all see that.
"Good," Mike said. "Bras are nice."
He paused.
"Is it a nice one?"
Her throat became so tight she could barely breath.
She couldn't respond.
"What color is it?"
"W..wwhite." she finally said.
"White? Mmmmmm" he paused.
"Is a lacy one?"
She was unable to say a word. This was agony.
"Describe it for us, Kate."
"W..w...what?"
"Describe your bra to us."
She tried to catch her breath. She suddenly remembered the three
other guys, and especially Jack who'd been staring at her all semester.
"Its..its...white..." she said finally.
"Is it lacy?"
"Ah...No...well...not really..."
"Not really? What do you mean? You mean part of it is?"
Kate tried to swallow. She had never been so embarrassed in all
her life. Sitting in the back of the car, she felt as though she was
under a spotlight..
"Y...y...yes...part of it,." she finally said. "Around the top.."
"The top of the cups?"
"Y..yeah."
"I see."
They all listened to the car idle, and Kate prayed the car would
start moving.
"And what about the panties?"
"Wha..."
"The panties. You ARE wearing panties..."
"Yes."
"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"
"S...s..sort of..."
She was dying.
"Sort of?"
"Well...They...they're white too..."
"I see. That's nice."
A pause.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Mike said finally.
A wave of relief swept over Kate. She took a deep breath.
"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey, Okay,
Kate? It part of the tradition."
She nodded. Anything to get moving.
Bur the car didn't move.
Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat.
"You know, before we go," Mike said suddenly, sounding only
inches from her. "I guess we really ought to just check to make sure
your telling us the truth."
Kate's heart sank. She instinctively drew her arms around
herself.
"Relax, Kate," Mike said."It's nothing major. You won't even have
to take anything off."
She couldn't relax. She could feel her face burning under the
blindfold.
She could here the breathing of everyone in the car.
"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the
top of your jeans."
This was a nightmare.
Her hands felt glued to the seat.
"Come on, Kate."
Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs reached up to the
button of her jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath
and worked her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal
button through the
slot in the material.
"Good," Mike said.
"Now pull down the zipper"
Kate took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the
seat, worked the zipper down. The jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing
the top of her panties.
Kate could hear the others nervously adjusting their seats.
"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all
see them."
She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling
it taught in her crotch.
"Can everyone see?" Mike asked.
There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity
started to make her feel sick.
"That's great," said Mike, suddenly sounding like he was right in
front of her.
She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the
seat, started to work the zipper back up.
"Ah, just leave them that way." Mike instructed. "It'll be more
comfortable."
She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She relaxed
her hands, laying them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as
far back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped
forward.
They all knew what was coming next.
"Now, show us your bra, Kate."
She became dizzy. so lightheaded that she almost fainted.
The tension had built up to the point of exploding the glass from
the car windows.
"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
"It's all part of the test."
Suddenly, she began to cry. It surprised her as much as everyone
else. The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her
beautiful thick dark hair fell back forward over her chest. She started
to reach toward her
eyes.
"DON'T touch the blindfold," instructed Mike.
She stopped at his sudden sharpness. She let her hands slowly
drift back to the top of her jeans, laying them flat over her exposed
panties. The tears built up behind the large blindfold and then leaked
out from the side
s, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry quietly
for a moment.
"Now, come on Kate, its not so bad," said Mike. "Showing us your
bra is no worse than being on the beach."
She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She
sniffled and brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and
gently rubbed underneath.
"We're going to run out of gas here," said Mike, again sounding
so close, but in a different spot, more to her right.
Suddenly she heard him turn off the engine.
There was silence.
She realized that he was serious.
She heard him reach over and put the radio on, and the sounds of
some Seventies station filled the car.
"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know
you were telling the truth, that's all."
Slowly Kate's hands drifted up from her covering the exposed area
of her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against
the material.
"Atta girl," Mike said, though this time he suddenly sounded much
further away.
Slowly, she raised the material up over the top of her jeans,
exposing her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
"Now come on and sit up straight,"
"Hold on," Mike said,
She stopped.
"Pull your hair back behind you. We need to be able to see."
Kate fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her
hand, pulled her hair back off of her chest, pushing it back over her
shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
"Okay, much better."
She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She
pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra.
Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full
bra-cup. Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the
top of her breasts, squeezing them together like balloons, forcing them
both to stick
out rudely. She held the position. They could easily see the material.
"Come on, Kate. We've got to see about the lacy top part as
well."
Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display
herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the
creamy skin of her cleavage.
"Higher, all the way up."
She could suddenly hear rasping breathing and the car's other
occupants shifting in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up
so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene
display she wa
s making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She let out another
sob.
"Well that does have some nice lace work on it," Mike remarked.
His voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys
all see that?"
There were some grunts.
"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Mike.
With one swift move, Kate pulled the T-shirt back down.
There was a moment of silence.
"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so
uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more
casual."
"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped
the bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
"NOOOOO..."
"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kinda get
you used to it?"
She could hear snickering from the other guys.
"No..PLEASE...I don't need...
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
"NO, my God, what about...what about the other cars..."
"See, there you go. People wear much less than that big thing on
the beach."
Kate really started to panic now. But how would she get home from
here? Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the
road.
As if reading her mind, Mike said, "It's all part of the test,
Kate. You have to do as your told..."
He paused for a moment.
"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up
here in the front with your shoes and socks either way."
She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she
knew that alone, in just her bra and jeans with no shoes, she'd be in
big trouble.
"It's up to you Kate."
"Pl....." she started but cut it off. She realized it would do no
good.
"What's it going to be?"
"I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."
"Oh, I don't know," said Mike. "Standing out there is just your
bra I don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
Laughter filled the car.
Kate just sat clutching the bottom of her shirt-- her shirt that
was about to come off.
"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's
what we'll do. Now Kate, you have to show us that your going to do what
your told here- that's the test."
She made no sound.
"So in order to keep everything together, Kate, first you pull
your arms out of the sleeves."
She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.
"Come on..."
Slowly she obeyed reaching up with each hand and pulling her
elbows and then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the.
She crossed her arms across her chest beneath the shirt.
"Now Kate, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you
like you had them before, palms down."
She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from
underneath the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs
underneath her thighs.
"Okay," Mike continued, "now lean forward, Kate, and you two guys
pull her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head-
BE CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test?"
Instantly, Kate felt two hands on either side of her start
lifting her shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched
the neck hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out
along with it.
Instinctively, her arms came up, and she immediately crossed her
arms across her full breasts.
"Now, Kate," said Mike. She could her a smile. "You weren't
supposed to move your hands..."
A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
"Maybe," said Mike forcefully, "maybe we make you ride the rest
of the way NAKED."
"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back
down underneath her thighs.
"Now, THAT'S more like it."
Her shoulders sagged forward. She listened for the sound of the
ignition.
"Just before we head out, Kate, lets try to relax with some more
deep breathing"
GOD, would it never end.
"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice
sounded odd, preoccupied.
"That's great. Really fill those lungs."
Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
"Great. Okay."
She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.
Finally the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.
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