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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Cheerleader (Mdom/F-teen, nc, bd) by Ninja (Anon address) *** Both Paul and Anne had been very careful to keep Anne's "normal" life separate from her life with Paul. Just a whisper of Anne's seeing an older man, older being anyone out of High School, would bring way too much scrutiny from Ann's father, and possibly the police. Paul did not want to see that happen. And Anne, she would never be able to face anyone ever again if the truth came out. So Anne lived two lives. But with a Halloween dance at Anne's school, Paul was determined to go with her. With a costume on, no one would know who he was, or his age. Anne on the other hand felt depressed when Paul told her that he would go with her. She did not understand why but inside her, school had been her refuge from Paul and her family. School was the one place where she could relax with her friends and just have the worries and problems of every other 17-year-old girl. School was where the real Anne lived. But Paul didn't ask Anne if she wanted him to go. And Anne didn't offer Paul her opinion - not on anything. So Anne was going to the dance with Paul. She arrived Friday evening at Paul's house as instructed. Paul laid out her costume for her. It was a bridal gown. Anne was uneasy as soon as she saw the gown. This wasn't right. Marriage was something very special to her. Like most young girls, she knew that someday she would find the right boy and they would get married. And that day would forevermore be one of the most special days in her life. Marriage was for love and caring and a lifetime commitment with that one special boy. Anne's eyes started to mist over as she thought of someday finding that boy and being happily married. And then, with a word from Paul she was shaken out of her daydream. "Get dressed my little whore wife." NO, no he couldn't drag this dream down into the gutter with her. Not this. It would mean that when she really got married, it would just be a reminder of one more sex game Paul played with his little whore. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't destroy what would someday be the most special day of her life. He just couldn't take that away from her. "Oh no Paul, please not that dress. I can't dress as a bride, I just can't. Oh god, please don't make me do it." And with that Anne threw herself at Paul's feet sobbing and holding his feet and begging him to let her wear something else. Paul was totally taken aback by this. He had plans for later in the evening that would make the dress appropriate. But he had never expected this kind of reaction. Just the thought of wearing it was devastating Anne. He really, really, needed to take this into consideration. Paul crouched down and pulled Anne up so she was kneeling too, facing up to him. He had never seen a face so full of anguish and despair. Anne was shivering with fear. So much so that she would probably have fallen over if he hadn't been holding her. "Dear, dear Anne," Paul said softly stroking her face. "Don't you love me. Don't you love me more than anything?" "Ye-yes Paul, I love you. Oh dear god I love you. But please do---" Paul put a finger on her lips and shushed her. Then he went back to stroking her face. "And I love you my little piece of fuck-meat. You're my sweet little whore. You're my special little hot cunt." And with each word Paul said Anne shook as though hit. Her poor little mind didn't know how to take the loving words that also called her a slut. The gentle hand stroking her face as Paul continued to tell her how he loved to watch her suck his cock and spread his cum all over her face. Her mind wanted to both hold Paul for saying he loved her and run for being called a slut. Paul continued to talk to Anne watching her get wound up tighter and tighter. "Such a beautiful little girl when you lie back and masturbate while watching porno videos. I love you so much when I see you dancing with other men jacking their cocks off onto the front of your dress. Such a vision of loveliness when you spread your legs under the table and pull your pussy lips apart to show other men your cunt. I dream of you every night, thinking of you at home, using your vibrator on your clit, while your parents are sleeping in the room next to yours." And Anne got more and more confused. Paul was talking in the gentle voice of a kind man who loved her. And he was telling her that. But with each comment about the acts he made her perform, she wanted to scream and run away. God, her shaking was getting so bad she had to put both arms around Paul's neck to not fall over. Yes, she was a slut. But Paul loved her that way. It was ok that she was a slut, no - no it wasn't. She wasn't really a slut. She was a good girl. Yes, she really was - wasn't she. But no, a good girl wouldn't do all those things. She was a slut and Paul loved her anyways. Even with everything she had done, he still loved her. But no, no, she--- And as Paul say her eyes go totally vacant and her shaking become even more pronounced, he reached down to her clit and started rubbing while whispering to her "whore, cunt, slut, fuck-meat, cum for me you little slut - you know that's what you want. Cum all over my fingers and show me what a whore you are." No, he couldn't be doing this to her. What kind of slut did he think she was trying to get her to cum now. She wasn't a -- oh my god, "NO! NO! NO! OH GOD NO! PLEASE GOD NO!" Anne shouted as she started to cum. She didn't know it, but her mind was so overwhelmed, it needed anything to release all the tension it was under - anything. And so it released through the cum. And released and released and released. Paul stopped rubbing her clit and still, Anne climaxed for about 5 minutes. It was the strongest cum she had ever had. And the entire time, Paul held her close and whispered lovingly in her ear "that's it, cum my little cunt. I love you my little slut. Just let it go my little whore. Show me how you need to cum and cum and cum my sweet, sweet piece of trash." And the words kept pounding into Anne's mind as the cum rolled on and on and on. And to not get totally lost in the anarchy her mind was in, she clung to the one rock that was available. She held on to Paul. And she fastened her mind on to the fact that he loved her. Paul loved her and would save her. It was all ok... Finally the orgasm stopped and Anne slumped in Paul's arms. Paul stroked her head for a minute and then stood her up. Anne was on automatic pilot. She just stood there as Paul dressed her. First he put a white corset on her. It went from her waist to the bottom of her breasts. Paul then tightened and tightened it. Because Anne was so zoned out, her body didn't fight the tightening at all and Paul was able to reduce her waist by 7", more than ever before. She now was almost a character of the perfect feminine waist. After that came white lace stockings and gloves. The gloves went almost to her shoulders. And both the gloves and stockings had a special feature. Sewn in at the wrist and ankle were very unobtrusive restraints. Even looking close it merely looked like heavy lace with a decorative shoestring. But once Paul tied up the shoestring Anne could not remove them and the loops in the shoestring could be used to tie her down. And then came the dress (no underwear for Ann on her wedding night). It didn't have a train because that wouldn't work at the party. What it did have was almost 100 buttons that buttoned from the throat (where the collar could also be used as a restraint) to the hem at the floor. From the hips down it billowed out with multiple petticoats underneath. But from the waist up it was skintight, giving Anne that virginal look all wedding dresses achieve, while still fully displaying and incredibly sexy body. Paul buttoned up most of the buttons, leaving Anne's breasts exposed for the moment. And then he put Anne's wedding hat on her, complete with veil. There she stood, a vision of loveliness, the radiant bride, waiting for her groom. Now Paul couldn't let anyone see him. One look at his face would let people know he was in his mid 20s. So he had rented a gorilla suit. And over the gorilla suit he wore a tuxedo. So Anne had her groom - a gorilla. After Paul dressed he walked over to Anne and pushed her to her knees. He then pulled out his cock (a popular feature in the gorilla costume was a removable crotch piece), lifted Anne's veil, and pushed his cock into Anne's mouth. Anne started sucking automatically. And with that she woke out of her daze. Here she was in her wedding dress, with a beast as a groom, sucking his cock. That was only right for a slut like her. She did not deserve a normal wedding with a nice young boy. No, for her wedding she belonged on her knees, blowing the man she loved. A man who was a beast, which a dirty piece of scum like her was lucky to have. And tears started rolling down Anne's cheeks as the dream within her, that special dream in every young girl, about that special wedding that would some day happen, as that dream was replaced by the reality of what would be. That some day, the little whore would drop to her knees, blow her groom, so he might be willing to marry a sleazy tramp. Paul looked down and saw the tears. God how he loved to watch her cry. He loved that more than anything else he thought. If he could have her constantly in tears, constantly crying for parts of her soul she was loosing, then, well life would be just about perfect. Paul reached down and pushed Anne's head away from his prick. He then pulled her veil down and pushed his cock, with the veil around it, into Anne's mouth. "That's it my blushing virginal bride. Suck my cock through your veil. Whenever you wear a veil again you can think of sucking my cock through it. Won't you love your wedding when you walk down the aisle and all you can think of is my cock coming through your veil, into your mouth?" And with his words Anne's tears became even more pronounced, gushing down her cheeks to land in her lap. Yes she was just a cock-sucking whore. And that's all she would be when she got married. Oh god Paul, don't ever leave me she thought. No other man would be willing to marry someone as slutty as her. Oh please don't ever leave me. And then Paul started to cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her still exposed breasts. He then wiped his cock off on her chest and put it away. "Button up your dress whore, you don't want your friends to know what a dirty slut you are." Anne looked down through her tears. There was cum all over her chest. She sobbed even harder as she buttoned the dress up, mashing the cum between her wedding dress and her tits. Anne, the little girl would still have her dream of someday having that special wedding. But that dream would always include having fresh cum on her tits while walking down the aisle. Another little piece of Anne had died. Anne and Pail had a fun, and relatively normal time at the party. There wasn't much Paul could do there if he wanted. So instead, he acted as though there were bride and groom, about to get married. And Anne, Anne was in heaven. Paul, who she loved so very much, was there by her side and being just wonderful. Anne was actually, for the first time in her life, seeing how a normal relationship worked. Anne didn't know it was normal. She found it very strange. But she also found it wonderful. And the euphoria swept her up into the play-acting. Yes they were bride and groom, about to get married. And it was Halloween, and kids were drinking in the corners, so what was one pair acting as though it was their wedding. Totally normal by any standards. Yes thought Anne, this is wonderful. I'm in love with a wonderful man that I'm going to marry. And he loves me and everything will be so wonderful. Not even the dried cum on the inside of her wedding dress could spoil it. On the drive back from the party to Paul's house Anne laid back and floated on a cloud. This had been the most wonderful night of her life. Yes, everything was wonderful. When they got to the house Paul insisted on carrying Anne in through the doorway. He then looked down on the serenely happy face and smiled. She was so completely happy right now, he couldn't imagine a better setup. "Well my blushing bride, its our wedding night. And you know what that means don't you?" Paul asked as he headed toward his bedroom. It took a couple of seconds to sink in through the euphoria and then Anne started to realize, oh god no - he can't be planning to have sex with me. oh god no. Paul say the horror creep onto Anne's face and smiled again. Yes, as he had thought, from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of despair. This was going to be one hell of a ride for her tonight. He had guessed as much, Anne hadn't really believed that they would ever have sex. Yes, Paul had dragged Anne through a lot. But he hadn't had to override any of her central beliefs. He made her masturbate - but that certainly didn't go against any basic instincts. And she watched porno films that completely degraded women. But the truth was she had come to get turned on by those and Paul was a good excuse for watching them. Even the blowjobs weren't that bad. Around school they were discussed as the last-ditch safety valve. If a boyfriend was too insistent. If they both got too hot and heavy, well a blowjob was ok then. It was a totally different area of the body. It wasn't sex. But sex. No she couldn't have sex. It was so inconceivable to her that they would have sex that she had never really seriously considered it. Sex was for that one special boy when she got married. And there was not just 17 years of her parent's message, there was millions of years of evolution behind this. No sex except for that one special boy. And when that special boy would have come along, it would have taken months to build up to the point where they had sex. She had no experience of slowly blossoming love that leads to that beautiful act of making love. Her mind had not learned how to tie the two together and use making love to build on the love between two people. Suddenly Anne's body started struggling. Paul almost dropped her at first, but then grabbed tighter and stepped into the bedroom. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I WON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN'T DO THIS. LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Anne started shouting. Paul threw her down on the bed, threw himself on top of her, and went to work fastening first her arms, and then her legs to the straps he had waiting. "You're not going anywhere my little slut bride. It's our wedding night and I'm going to fuck your cherry. And it was so sweet that a little whore like you kept her cherry for our wedding night." "OH GOD NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO. SEND MY FATHER THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE JUST LET ME GO RIGHT NOW. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M NOT A WHORE! I'M NOT! I'M NOT!" Anne was screaming now and struggling as hard as she could against the straps tying her down. Paul watched her frantically trying to get away while unbuttoning her skirt from the hem to the waist. He had expected resistance, but not this much. This wasn't a timid creature that had to be pushed into place. This was the real Anne fighting to save herself. This was a creature that would not relent. Paul suddenly realized that he could easily loose her tonight. She had to return home or the police would be called. And if he didn't break this inner Anne who had surfaced, she would never return. Oh yes, he could ruin her life. But he would still have lost Anne. And he didn't want that to happen. He loved this wild creature he had tamed. He loved her more than anything. And to keep that love, he needed to break her. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T RAPE ME YOU CAN'T! I'LL TELL THE POLICE! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! LET ME GO LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Paul put his cock at the entrance of Anne's pussy and pressed it in. "I'm raping you, you little whore. How does it feel to have your little slut pussy raped, you fucking cunt?" "NO! NO! NO! DEAR GOD NO! TAKE IT OUT! OH PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! DON'T RAPE ME! DEAR GOD DON'T RAPE ME!" "Feel my cock rape your wet hole. Tell me no, tell me no all you want and I'll keep fucking your slit. You're a whore and whore's need to be fucked. Slut, cunt hole whore fuck you fuck you fuck you." And as Anne fought and screamed, her body started to respond. And Paul kept talking to her, telling her what he thought of her as he fucked her. And Anne's body responded more and more, and yet she was totally oblivious to that response. Until it mid-protest she came. "OH GOD! NO! NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING, NO! NO! OOOHHH GOD!!!" and as Paul continued to pump and Anne continued to climax her cries turned to ones of joy, "OH YES! YES! OH DEAR GOD YES!!" "Its not rape if you cum slut. You can call it rape but if you're loving it its not rape. Look at you, I raped you and you're such a dirty little whore you're cumming. What a disgusting little slut. You just love having a cock up your pussy don't you whore?" Anne looked at Paul in shock. No, no that wasn't true. It was rape, He was raping her. She looked up at him and panted between climaxes, "No, you're raping me you-- ooohh shit, oohh god, oohh -- yo-you're raping meeee ooohhh GOD!!" And they argued for the next 3 minutes. God she has a strong will thought Paul. And all during that time he kept pumping his cock into Anne and she kept cumming and cumming, arguing and fighting between climaxes. And finally Paul said "ok slut, its rape, tell me to stop, tell me to stop fucking you - TELL ME NOW TO STOP YOU FUCKING WHORE." And then Paul fucked has hard and fast as he could. And Anne looked up, started to say something, and came, and came, and came, and then she started to say stop, but she couldn't she just couldn't the cums were too powerful. And then she broke. She couldn't say stop. She had to keep cumming. "OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK ME!!" And inside Anne, a very important part of what made Anne crumpled up and blew away in the winds generated by her voice screaming at Paul to fuck her. And as it left, Anne tried to recapture it, but another cum hit, and she asked Paul to fuck her again. And Anne realized what she had lost. She had lost her moral limits. If this wall could be torn down, than any wall could be torn down. She had lost her willpower. Oh god, she had lost everything. And with that, giant sobs took over Anne's body and rivers of tears flowed down her cheeks. Paul continued to pump and Anne continued to have giant climax after giant climax, and sobbing and crying at the same time. And Paul looked down and knew he had never seen her as beautiful as she was now. And this beautiful broken creature was his. The next 5 days Anne came over she always put up a fight at first. But each time Paul would tie her down and fuck her till she begged for more. And then she didn't fight anymore. And then Paul made Anne beg to be fucked. And Anne came to love being fucked by Paul. But each time, in the back of her mind, a little voice would tell her that it was wrong, very wrong. And that she was a slut for enjoying it and asking for it. And usually, when she came, Anne would cry from the shame. And Paul was very happy. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 25