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(MF-teens, mc, oral, hypno) *** This story is inspired by all those others I've read in which the computer or video geek gets the cheerleaders under his power. I often wondered what it might be like from the cheerleader's perspective. Yes, I was a cheerleader, but no, alas, this story is not true. At least if it is, I don't remember any of it. *** Most people probably have never heard of the University of Wisconsin, Green Bay Campus, but for those of us who went to school there, the memories are special. It's a nice school, just big enough to have all the fun stuff you appreciate in college, but small enough to feel like a second home. Sports are a big deal at UWGB; when I went there, we had championship teams in basketball, hockey, and baseball. We even had a pretty good football team for three of my years. The band was also great, and it performed at most of the local games. And at that time, strange as it may seem, the school also had a world championship cheerleader squad. Cheerleader squad? World championship? That's right, there are championship competitions among college cheerleader teams, and UWGB's team, my team, scored first place in the world competition in St. Louis for seven years straight -- two years before I came, the four years I was there, and one year afterward. I know we were great, because I have the videos to prove it! I lived in a small town near Madison, and all the way through high school, I was a cheerleader. I loved it; it was my specialness, my identity, my claim to fame. I got on the high school squad as a sophomore, and grew up with it. When I cheered for my first football game, I was a kind of skinny, and the coach put me in the back row -- she probably never expected me to amount to anything. Well, like girls the world over, I magically changed and rounded out, and by my senior year, I was the captain of the squad. I took great pride in my looks, and my ability to dance and sing, and scream, and communicate enthusiasm and fun-lovingness to the audience. It was a blast! As my senior year progressed, I discovered I had no idea where I wanted to go to college, until my high school squad and I went to a cheerleading convention in Milwaukee. After one of my team's performances, during a break, one of the judges approached me and introduced herself. "You're Maryanne, from St. Bart's in Madison, right?" She was cute, blonde, a few years older than me. Pretty, and obviously a cheerleader herself. "I'm Kerri. I go to UW Green Bay." I had heard of it, but only barely. "You're really a great cheerleader," Kerri said, smiling broadly and warmly. You should consider coming to UWGB!" She was a senior that year, and was part of what I later found out was the first champion squad from Green Bay. I told her I was interested, and she promised to have the school send me some stuff. I was amazed to find myself recruited by UWGB, just the way that football jocks and math geniuses are! Kerri came to see me and my family at home. Later Ms. Waters, the cheerleading coach, came by. They offered me a small scholarship, much to my dad's delight. I never applied anywhere else. Auditions for the UWGB cheerleading squad were held the first Friday after classes began. It seemed that there were a million girls in the basketball arena that day, and they were all as cute, as sexy and bubbly as I was. Ms. Waters told the girls that there were 106 girls auditioning for 5 open positions, so we shouldn't be disappointed if we didn't get chosen. She also warned us freshmen, particularly, that it was very unusual for a first-year student to make the team. I was scared stiff. When it was my turn to perform, I was in a line of eleven other girls. I looked across the line while we were warming up, and was happy to see I didn't appear young in comparison to them, and I certainly was more dishy than most. I had hopes as I did the routine we had been taught, and of course, in spite of being nervous, remembered to smile! Ms. Waters phoned my dorm that evening -- in spite of her warnings, she had chosen me for the squad! I screamed and jumped and laughed, right over the phone - - what else would you expect a cheerleader to do? Ms. Waters laughed as well, and asked me to come to a team session the next morning. I was on cloud nine! Sixteen girls, including yours truly, showed up at the Phys Ed building the next morning -- a morning I will never forget as long as I live! We chatted for a couple minutes, then sat down in desks as Ms. Waters came in, accompanied by a guy, of some college age. He was pushing a cart with a video player and a monitor. "Well, girls, welcome back for another year," Ms. Waters began. "I know it's going to be a great one, because we've got our two-year championship run on the line! Are we going to get a third one this year?" "YES," we all screamed. "You bet we will! We have five new girls to introduce. Some of you veterans were at the auditions yesterday, and I'm sure you'll agree they were brutal! The winners, UWGB's new cheerleaders, are seniors Susan and Marsha, junior Billie, sophomore Carly, and -- believe it or not! -- our new baby, freshman Maryanne!" The girls gave us all a big cheer, "Welcome, friends, welcome, Susan, welcome Marsha, welcome, Billie, welcome Carly, welcome Maryanne, welcome all!" I was so proud! "OK, well, now it's time for our first focusing session. Dance practices are scheduled for later today, and you new girls will get your costume fitting as part of the focus session." I thought, what's a focus session? She smiled, perhaps seeing some perplexity on our faces. "Don't worry, it'll all be clear in a little while. We can't tell you everything at once! Just relax and let things happen this morning, and you'll be just fine." She sat down in an empty desk, in the front row next to me. "OK, Jimmy," she said to the video guy, "I guess we're ready." Jimmy's voice was soft, yet strong and sensual. He had long brown hair, tied in a pony tail in the back, and brown eyes. "Right, this one is the review we do every fall, 'cause y'all have been away all summer and may have lost some of the conditioning. You ready to get back in the swing?" The girls all smiled and nodded. "Great. Now you new girls, this is a focus video. It helps you focus your mental and physical forces together, and we think it's our secret weapon in your winning the cheerleading championship two years in a row. Besides, it's real cool, right girls?" The eleven girls who had been cheerleaders last year, along with Ms. Waters, smiled sweetly and serenely. "Just relax and look at the screen, and listen to the music and the voices." He pushed the "play" button. After a second, a deep purple background appeared on the monitor screen. Several seconds passed, and eventually I noticed that there was a sort of musical ringing sound. More time passed, and then the number "10" appeared on the screen. When this happened, I heard many of the girls in the room sigh heavily, and breathe deeply. The sound changed in pitch, becoming lower, and more melodious. The background changed to a soft lavender, and the number "9" appeared. The girls sighed again. The screen faded to pink, and the music became even more rich and deep, and the number "8" appeared. I thought I also heard a male voice whisper, "eight". The effect was very nice; the colors on the screen were very pleasant to the eye, and the changes that the sound, or music, or whatever it was, went through made me feel warm and relaxed. In passing, I thought that this was the nicest countdown thing I had ever seen on a video. As the number "7" appeared, the voice whispered, "Seven," and I found myself feeling very relaxed. I felt the tension draining from my shoulders and my back as the countdown proceeded. It was real easy to just sit there and let the sound and the pictures kind of take over my whole mind. The numbers passed and I just let them go. At "4," motion to my right attracted my attention. I tore my eyes away from the screen and discovered that Ms. Waters head was dropping forward. Vaguely surprised, I turned to survey the rest of the group, and found them all in varying stages of deep relaxation. The returning girls, particularly, looked mostly like they had dozed off to sleep. Some had nodded forward, others had slumped in their chairs. The other four new girls were staring emptily and dreamily at the screen. "Three," the voice said. My gaze returned to the screen, which was now a beautiful deep shade of green. The sound became a deep, dark vibration that I could feel warming me all over. More sensuous, relaxing feelings swept through me and over me. I leaned back in the desk chair, staring at the monitor, happily. I was a college cheerleader, I was beautiful, sexy, and relaxed, and everything was fine. The number "2" faded onto the screen, and the voice, in normal conversational tone, deep and melodious, said, "two". My mind and body were softly relaxed and limp. As "1" came onto the screen and disappeared, I stopped thinking about anything. The screen was a deep, deep blue, fading to black. "One," the voice said. The screen was now completely black, it felt that I was in a totally dark room. My eyes were locked onto the monitor screen, and my body felt totally paralyzed. The number "0" faded into my mind, and then disappeared. I didn't care. Everything was soft and fine and relaxed. "Zero," the voice said. Behind me, for just a moment, I heard one of the girls snoring lightly. The voice on the tape became pleasantly factual. "Focus video number fourteen, simultaneous introduction and refresher. Some of you have been focus conditioned many times before, and are looking forward to many more times, and others of you are doing this for the first time. Either way, you are in for a most pleasant and sensuous experience. If you've been conditioned before, you know you are on your way into a deep, warm sleep now. Don't worry if you don't think it's working; it is, you just don't realize it yet. Relax and surrender, stop thinking and let yourself go. Many of the other girls are already sound asleep. You'll be under too before you know it." A small dark gray spot appeared on the monitor. "Those of you who have never been focus conditioned before are still awake and conscious, but are very, very relaxed. You feel happy and calm. Look at the spot on the screen, and let your entire mind be consumed by its shape, and its soft gray color. In just a few more minutes, this video will put you into a beautiful, relaxing sleep. You are already in a soft, gentle trance. The colors, the sounds and the voices of the countdown you just experienced were carefully selected to irresistibly entrance you. You are totally fixated on the screen, and the soft gray spot, and you love sitting there completely relaxed and having your mind completely blank." I could hardly form a thought, but I hoped I was doing this right, because I wanted to be the best UWGB cheerleader ever! The gray spot on the screen began to get brighter, and was pulsating gently, in time with my heartbeat. "Now the spot on the screen is taking over your whole mind and body, and sending wave after soft wave of relaxation through you. You were very relaxed before, but now, with each beat of the spot, you feel your body losing tension, losing energy, losing strength. You are becoming incredibly and completely relaxed, very calm. Your arms and hands are completely relaxed. Your shoulders and neck are completely relaxed. Your back and fanny are completely relaxed. Your legs and feet are completely relaxed." The spot started to fade, and get smaller. "Now you feel yourself becoming sleepy. You are tired, and relaxed, and happy, and you are drifting gently into sleep. Your eyelids feel like they want to close, and you are not up to the effort of keeping them open. You are sleepy, relaxed, and your eyes are closing. You can't keep them open any more, and you don't want to keep them open any more, because you want very much to go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep." My eyes had closed some time in there somewhere. I didn't notice exactly when. "I am now going to put you completely to sleep. I'm going to count down again from ten to zero, and each time I count, you will go deeper and deeper into sleep. Ten. You are happy and content. Nine. Your body is completely relaxed. Eight. You are soft, and relaxed, and sleepy. Seven. Every part of your body is relaxed. Six. Your mind is empty. Five. You are in a warm, wonderful sleep." I was slouched back in the desk chair, and my head was tilted back against the seat rest, my eyes gently closed. My arms lay on the desk, my legs out in front of me. I was sound asleep. "Four. You are going deeper, deeper, deeper to sleep. Three. You are so very happy that it's working so well, putting you so thoroughly to sleep. Two. Your mind is empty except for my voice. One. You are in a deep, soft sleep. Zero. You are completely asleep." For some time, nothing else happened. I was happy, and soft, and content. Distantly, I heard Jimmy turn the tape machine off. "Excellent, girls, excellent," Jimmy said. His voice was just like the tape's, but nicer in person. "Susan, Billie, Marsha, Carly and Maryanne, you five are very happy, and very proud of yourselves for being put to sleep so completely and so quickly. The others have been conditioned like this dozens of times, but you in your first time have done very, very well. You are all in a deep, soft, hypnotic trance, and you will stay there until I tell you to wake up. This video has hypnotized you, and you know you will willingly and eagerly be hypnotized whenever you watch it." I heard him move the video cart to the corner of the room. I was perfectly content to sit slumped in my desk chair, happily asleep. "All of you girls know how easily hypnotized you are, and how completely powerless you are to resist. You are so easily hypnotized that from now on, you need only watch the countdown leader I showed you a few moments ago, and you will immediately go into as deep a trance as you are now. "Jackie, you are so well conditioned, you were completely asleep by the time the countdown reached zero. Julie, you were too. From now on, all of you will go to sleep just like this whenever you see the countdown video. Now, girls, those of you who've been conditioned before, sit up straight and open your eyes." There was a moment of bodies moving within furniture, and then quiet again. "Great. You new girls, in just a moment, I'm going to tell you to open your eyes, and when you obey me, you'll still be as wonderfully asleep as you are now. I know you can do that. Now open your eyes." My eyes opened. I found myself staring vacantly at him. I could also see Carly to my left, her eyes also open and gazing at Jimmy, and to my right, Ms. Waters, also with her eyes open but obviously utterly hypnotized. "Now, new girls, the others have been conditioned over the past years to do some things which you want very much to learn. We are going to do them together, with you doing them with the other girls. You'll see the older girls do them and you'll want immediately to do them too. OK, girls, present." My gaze was closest to Ms. Waters, and as Jimmy gave the command, "present," her hands came up and began unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't move, but I saw one of the older girls sitting beyond her, and she was serenely pulling her sweater over her head. "New girls, you are still in a soft, deep hypnotic trance, but go ahead and look around the room. You'll see what all the girls want to do when I say 'present'". I turned slowly and languidly toward the back of the room. All of the returning girls were taking off their tops. In slow motion, I turned the other way. Carly was watching Ms. Waters. The girl behind Carly was just dropping her blouse on the floor, and as I watched, she reached behind for her bra snaps. The senior girl in the next row back was not wearing a bra, and as her sweater went over her head, her naked breasts tumbled out. My attention returned to Carly; her hands came up and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Turning back toward Ms. Waters, I saw that she and most of the girls in the room had their bras off now; the floor was becoming littered with shirts, sweaters and bras. Then I noticed vaguely that I was unbuttoning my own blouse. My hands seemed to operate on their own. I watched them finish with the buttons, pull the sleeve over my left hand, pull my left arm out of the shirt, then pull the shirt over my right arm, and drop it on the floor. My hands moved between my breasts, grasped the plastic snaps on my bra, and unfastened it. One more movement, sort of a shrug, and it too was on the floor. I turned back and stared contentedly at Jimmy. His gaze spent a long while on my chest. "Whoa, Maryanne!" he exclaimed, eyes still down. "Kerri told me you were the best-qualified candidate we had this year, and she was certainly right!" Jimmy came over and squatted between me and Ms. Waters. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, fondling and kneading them, lifting them, rubbing the nipples. Ms. Waters smiled contentedly. He took out a tape measure, and Ms. Waters stood up by her desk. Jimmy stood up also, and proceeded to take her measurements -- across the nipples, underneath her breasts, in the small of her waist, and around her hips. He wrote the numbers down on a yellow pad. "Hmm, Ms. Waters, you feel very proud of yourself. You've lost a half inch in the waist, and your boobs are still 37." She smiled even more warmly. I noticed her nipples were swollen and erect. He moved around the room and gave each girl a very complete fondling, then taking her measurements and writing them down. He complimented many of them about their figures. The girls seemed to really, really enjoy his attentions to them and being felt up by him, and I found myself looking forward to him getting around to me. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he made his way through the other girls. As he felt Carly's breasts, she gazed dreamily and happily into his eyes. He whispered something into the ears of each of the new girls, and as he did so, each of them closed her eyes, sat down, and smiled happily. He saved me for last. As he turned from Carly to me, I thrust my chest toward him in anticipation; his first touch was to heft the weight of my breasts from below. His hands then closed, trying to cover my entire breasts, taking their entire mass and substance in his grasp. "Magnificent," he whispered into my ear, "you really love your boobs, Maryanne. Your boobs are sensational, spectacular. You are going to make a great cheerleader, and you're so happy that you're going to have four whole years of this! Close your eyes and just enjoy my fondling your tits, Maryanne." My eyes closed, and my whole being focused on my nipples and the skin of my breasts. His hands, palms open, rubbed across my nipples and the lower part of his hands stroked the undersides; it felt wonderful. "You're wetting yourself, Maryanne," he whispered. "Let your mind drift down to focus between your legs, and you'll realize you're becoming warm and wet." I smiled, just like the others had, eyes still gently but firmly closed. Inside my shorts, inside my panties, I was doing exactly what he was telling me to do. Jimmy returned to the front of the room and put down his pad. "Well, Ms. Waters, it's the first meeting of the year; what do you want to do now?" Ms. Waters voice was softer than usual, and a little slower. "I want to give you a blow job," she said. Jimmy sat on the table at the front of the room, facing us. "New girls, it's a tradition here that Ms. Waters always sucks my penis at the first focus conditioning each year. How many years has it been, Ms. Waters?" "Five, this year." "Very well, come up here and complete." Ms. Waters got up and walked, languidly, up to the table. As she did so, she unzipped her skirt on the side, and let it fall to the floor. The white silk slip went in the next step. When she arrived just in front of Jimmy, she reached down and pulled off her shoes, stockings and finally her panties. As she straightened up again, he reached out and grasped her boobs. "So, do you love being hypnotized like this, Ms. Waters?" "Yes, Jimmy." "Do you want to give me a blow job now?" "Yes, Jimmy." He leaned back on the table, removing his hands from her boobs and supporting his weight from behind. "OK, go ahead." Ms. Waters bent down and unfastened his belt, then the snap on his jeans. Jimmy raised himself up on the table, and she pulled his jeans and underpants down to his ankles. For a moment, she knelt down and busied herself removing his sandals, then pulling his pants and underwear completely off. I was fixated on his cock. It was stiff and huge, sticking straight up in the air as he reclined on the table. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted it. I really wanted it. My high school boyfriend had fucked me once the prior spring, and I had thought I wanted that, but this -- this, I really wanted! Ms. Waters came up and bent over him, and began licking the underside of his penis like a lollipop. It jerked and trembled as she touched it with her tongue, and although it seemed impossible, it appeared to get even bigger. She kissed the head a few times, rubbed her lips across it, and then slowly and rhythmically, took first the head, then the shaft into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and massaged his cock with her lips and tongue. I happened to glance away from his mid-section, and saw that while Ms. Waters was sucking his cock, he was looking straight at my breasts. Suddenly, got off the table and stood up. His penis stuck out in front of him, throbbing, as Ms. Waters got to her knees and resumed her duty. After a few more moments, he pulled his penis out of her mouth. "Ms. Waters," he said, somewhat urgently, "pose. The rest of you, complete." Ms. Waters, kneeling naked on the floor in front of him, simply stopped moving, licking her lips once, and waited. He reached down and guided her to her feet, then turned her around to face the table. She pliantly let him place her wherever he wanted. He bent her over to grasp the table leg about half way up, with her butt facing him, then reached down and spread her legs wide apart. Meanwhile, the older girls were "completing," taking off the rest of their clothes. This time, Carly also obeyed immediately; she was one of the first to get her panties off. I think I was the third or fourth. Jimmy waited until the rest of us were naked, then he pressed himself up against Ms. Waters' fanny, and from my angle I could actually see his cock make contact with her labia. In a single thrust, he was in her. He fucked her for only a few moments, then demanded, "Ms. Waters, come!" Ms. Waters screamed; he thrust a couple times more and told her to come again. She squealed with delight, and he pulled out of her. "Dress and sleep," he said to her. He strode quickly to the back of the room, his penis still red and rigid, and told Julie to pose. He backed her up against the wall, spread her legs and humped her, told her to come, then to dress and sleep. An asian girl whose name I didn't know, pretty, but with small boobs, was next. He lay down on the carpet floor, his penis sticking up, and had her impale herself on him. She mounted him and rode for a few minutes, then also came. As Jimmy left each girl, as her ecstasy wore off, she returned to her desk, put her clothes on, and went to sleep. Eventually, all the girls were sound asleep except for Carly, whom Jimmy screwed briefly face-to-face on the floor, and me. He finished with Carly and ordered me pose; I felt my body go limp, but not collapse. He moved me to the table in the front of the room, placed my butt on it, and I sat. Spreading my legs, he reached up and cupped my boobs in his hands. As he came closer, I felt the tip of his cock touch the inside of my left thigh, then rub its way toward my vagina, and finally, with seemingly no effort at all, enter me. He fucked me with his penis, his hands and his power over me. He made me gasp with amazement and thrill at every thrust, every twist of his palms against my nipples. He told me to come five times, and each time I knew I was going to do it, couldn't believe he could make me do it, and then, as he said the word, my vagina and clitoris exploded again and again. I think he spent about fifteen minutes in me, and at last, after screwing Ms. Waters and the fifteen other girls briefly, he bent back and looked at my boobs, still with his hard cock inside me, and thrust a few more times, then went off inside me and filled me with his fire. He told me to come again, and of course, I did. He held me for a few moments, as I felt his cock soften inside me, and his juices running out of me onto the table, and he whispered, "dress and sleep." Dreamily, I heard Jimmy put a tape in the video player. I was sound asleep, feeling happy and content at the relaxation and mental strength created by the focus conditioning video. I felt fantastic, sitting limp, eyes closed. "Now it's time for you to wake up and complete your cheerleader practice," the video said. "You can remember what went on while you were asleep, but it will seem very normal and straightforward to you, and you will feel wonderful and want to be put to sleep again very soon. You won't be interested, or able, to talk about it with anyone else. You will feel very refreshed and relaxed when you wake up. On the count of five, you'll be completely awake, powerful, feminine and alive. One. Two. Three. Four. Five." My eyes popped open. I stretched. Standing up, I realized the front of my panties were very wet. Embarrassed, I exchanged a look with Ms. Waters, then with Carly. Ms. Waters smiled. "Well, girls, what did you think of the focus video?" "Fantastic," Carly said. "Yeah, terrific," I answered. "Can we do this at every practice?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54