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After the incident at the beach, Ms Saunders called Taya in for “special” practice over the next week. Every day after school she had Taya watch the video of her rape and masturbate. It was important that Taya sexualise what had happened to her, and incorporate it into her sexuality and fetishes, or else it would harden as trauma.
Taya didn’t want to masturbate to her own rape, and took some convincing, and in the end Ms Saunders not only had to threaten to release the video and kick Taya off the squad, but also to strip naked herself – the first time she had done so in front of her girls – and masturbate alongside Taya in the locker room.
She honestly didn’t mind – the video made her pussy perversely wet whenever she saw it. She liked to picture it was *her* being raped as Taya had been.
Even then, it was a slow process. Taya initially wasn’t able to get wet for the video, no matter how much Ms Saunders urged her. Ms Saunders didn’t want to cum herself until Taya was near release, and so as she fingered her pussy she became more and more frustrated with the lesbian cheerleader.
Finally, she turned up the volume on the looping rape video so that Taya couldn’t help but hear it, and then took Taya down to the floor on a gym mat, and took a 69 position over the miserable girl. She pressed her cunt into Taya’s face and commanded “lick”, even as she spread Taya’s legs and leaned in and began to lick the teenaged girl’s cunt in return.
Under Ms Saunders’ relentless tongue, Taya began to grow wet and even buck her hips, and in return Ms Saunders was feeling the best sensations of her life. She had never had sex with a girl before, and now regretted those missed opportunities. Taya’s tongue was amazing – and it was even better, somehow, because Taya was being *forced*.
Raping cheerleaders felt incredible. How had she been a cheerleading coach for years without realising this?
She still orgasmed before Taya, but she kept licking, and soon Taya was experiencing her own orgasm, as she listened to herself sobbing while being raped on the screen.
After that, Ms Saunders brought Sarah to these sessions, and had Sarah kneel between Taya’s legs and lick her while Taya watched her rape. It was Sarah’s fault Taya had been raped, after all. Each time, Taya got wetter faster, and within a week she was beginning to become aroused even before the video had started, so Ms Saunders judged that the treatment was working. After that, she sent Taya home with a copy of the video and instructed her to masturbate to it in bed each night. Taya even blushingly thanked her for helping her to process her rape, and apologised for being such a difficult bitch about it at first, and Ms Saunders took the opportunity to have Taya make that apology good by licking Ms Saunders’ pussy.
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The girls performed on the weekend wearing nothing below the waist but body paint – and everyone in the crowd knew it. The rumours from their last performance had spread, and now everyone knew what to look for to see that the girls were showing off their naked cunts and asses to the entire audience. There was laughter and catcalls.
“I’m a cunt, I fuck like a bunny,” the girls chanted. “I’m yours to use, if you pay money!”
Ms Saunders turned the vibration in their butt plugs up to maximum during the finale of their routine, and almost half the girls visibly orgasmed on the field before the routine was done. Sarah squirted again, although this time it was while she was on the ground.
At the end Elisabeth came forward for the sponsorship stinger.
“If you want to fuck stupid cunts just like us,” she said into the microphone, “head down to Cuntbunnies on Bosworth Street, where you can make all your cheerleader rape fantasies come true.”
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There was no doubt left in the community’s mind that the Lakewood cheerleaders were nothing but sex-dolls who would humiliate themselves for the amusement of men.
There was some muttering about whether it was appropriate for teen girls to be dancing around in front of an audience with their tits hanging out and their cunts on full display, or whether they should be calling themselves stupid cunts and inviting the audience to indulge their rape fantasies. But Lakewood was a conservative community, the principal and senior teachers at the school were all men, and men tended to make the decisions in the local households. The people whose voices mattered made it clear they were delighted that the cheerleading squad were embracing their destiny as objectified fuckdolls.
Even the fathers of the actual girls were delighted. The girls didn’t talk about it much, but Ms Saunders was pretty sure that Bethany and Jenny were both fucking their fathers now. Jenny’s father had even approached Ms Saunders to tell her how pleased he was with how “sexual and agreeable” his daughter had become, and Ms Saunders *thought* she had seen Bethany’s father slapping his half-naked daughter and forcing her to suck his cock in the school parking lot late one night after practice.
Certainly the girls’ boyfriends no longer treated the girls like people. All the girls who had previously been single were now “dating”, in the sense that at least one boy was fucking them whenever he felt like it, whether they wanted to be fucked or not. Even lesbian Taya had a “boyfriend” – Steve Melson from the football team had asked her out, and although Taya had initially turned him down, Ms Saunders had had a word with her about her contractual responsibility not to argue to with men, and reminded her about her rape video, and Taya had reluctantly agreed to go on a date with him. The date had ended, said school rumour, with Taya sucking his cock – presumably unwillingly – and now they were, in the words of Elisabeth, who had passed along the rumour, “fucking like bunnies”.
Ms Saunders had also discovered that Taya was not on birth control. It was possible she was pregnant already from her rape on the beach. If not, it was likely that Steve would knock her up in the next couple of months. She thought Taya would look rather pretty with a round belly and her tits swollen with milk, but regardless, Taya would still be able to cheerlead until the end of the year, and after that it would be Taya’s problem.
Meanwhile, Ms Saunders was indulging her own new kinks. First, she was taking the chance to explore the pleasure of raping her pretty little cheerleaders, catching various girls while they were alone, and using her authority and the blackmail of the rape video to coerce them into licking her pussy. Before long she had orgasmed against the face of every girl on her squad, and had discovered that the less they wanted to lick her, the more fun it was to force them.
Secondly, she was trying to get herself raped by men. The scene on the beach had awakened something in her – a yearning to be treated as Taya had been treated – and she had begun going out to bars late at night in increasingly provocative outfits. She returned home frustrated, again and again, by the gentlemanly men who refused to drag her into an alleyway and force their cocks into her.
But finally one Thursday she got what she wanted. She ended up going out completely naked, except for a “bikini” made of nothing but the same body paint she gave to the girls. She went to a biker bar – a rough, isolated building miles from anyone who might help her if she were to be taken advantage of.
And she *was* taken advantage of. First one biker, then another, approached her, and her ludicrously whorish outfit made it entirely clear what she had come for, and before she knew it she had been slapped across the face, and her tits had been grabbed, and she had been bent over the pool table, and soon the entire patronage of the bar – nearly 20 men – were raping her.
It was everything she wanted. They slapped her face, and slapped her ass, and punched her tits. They forced her hands behind her back and shoved their cocks down her throat, denying her air until she spluttered and gagged and almost threw up. They choked her, and pulled her around the room by her breasts. And they shoved their cocks into her cunt and ass with no regard for whether she wanted it, and filled all her holes with her cum.
At one point she genuinely feared for her life, and it just made her orgasm harder. She discovered she could most certainly cum while crying – in fact, the tears made it *better* – and she was called “cunt” and “bitch” so many times she almost forgot her real name.
When they were done, they left her sprawled over the trash bags in the alleyway behind the bar, bruised all over, and soaked in cum.
She was a little scared by how much she had *needed* to be treated that way. Some of it was a kink she had possibly always had. But a lot of it was internalised guilt for what she was doing to her girls. She *deserved* to be treated like this – not just because she was turning her cheerleaders into rapetoys, but because on some level she was *enjoying* doing so.
But she also knew she had been treated harder that night than any of her girls had – even Taya – and if *she* could be gang-raped and cum from it again and again, and walk away from it satisfied, then she didn’t want to hear any more objections from her pretty little cheerleading sluts.
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