Tasha had joined the Wildfires professional cheerleading team knowing only that it provided cheerleading to no less than three separate top-tier teams in her region, and that its members were infamous for being both skilled and devastatingly beautiful. Grateful to have passed the tryouts, she cheerfully signed a contract specifying she would attend all performances and help the squad meet all its obligations. It was only afterwards that she understood what that meant.
“Well, girls,” said their coach, a muscular 40-something man called Len. “The Grover Bobcats have chosen to move their training for this season to McCormack Park, and you know what that means.”
Around Tasha, the girls were moaning, and blushing. Some looked sick. She didn’t understand.
“No, sir,” she said nervously. “I don’t know what that means.”
Len looked at her. “We’re obliged to provide a cheer performance at each Bobcats training session,” he said, “so we’ll be performing on McCormack Park. The only problem is, McCormack Park is owned by the conservative Puritan Assembly, and they have very specific rules about how women are to interact with the ground.”
“Number one,” he said, “women on Puritan Assembly property are to wear high heels at all times. Number two, women may only perform for entertainment on any Puritan Assembly property if they are doing it ‘for the joy of men, consistent with their place in God’s order, accruing no joy to themselves’. And third – and probably most importantly – the Puritan Assembly constitution forbids any non-virginal woman with ‘udders of more than half a handful’ from entering onto *any* Puritan Assembly property unless escorted by her husband, or for the purpose of ‘public intimate punishment for her shame’.”
Tasha was aghast. “What does that mean?” she asked, fearing she already knew the answer.
“Well,” said Len. “Most of you aren’t married, and even if you are, you can hardly perform with hubby standing next to you. And I doubt many of you are virgins” – most of the girls blushed at this – “and we specifically select girls to be buxom, so I think all of you have more than ‘half a handful of udders’.”
“But… ‘public intimate punishment for her shame’?” asked Tasha. “What does that mean?”
“It means having your tits and pussy hurt for being whores,” said Len bluntly. “The Puritans do it to their women all the time.”
One of the other newer cheerleaders, a pretty redhead named Kimmy, blurted out, “Then we can’t…”
“Of course you can,” said Len. “We have to perform there – it’s in our contract. Twice weekly, in fact. We’re just going to change our act. Now you know why I asked you to bring high heels today – you’re going to learn to cheerlead in them. In addition, I want you take off your bras and underwear.”
Tasha blushed bright red as she wiggled her panties down her legs from under her skirt. “But Len, when we balance on each other’s shoulders,” she asked, “how on Earth are we going to do that in high heels?”
“You’re not,” said Len. “Tasha, expose your tits, please. Cup them from underneath with your hands. Then kneel, in that position.”
Tasha did, nervously. Len smiled.
“Jennifer, now you. Stay next to Tasha, tits out – but remain standing,” he said. Jennifer, a big-titted blonde, did as she was told.
“Now, Kimmy,” he said. “Tasha’s giving you a footstep. Go ahead and stand on her tits – put your full weight down – and use them as a step up to Jennifer’s tits.”
Kimmy blushed – and then did as she was told. Tasha screamed as Kimmy’s foot stood on her cupped tits, the heel pressing sharply into her udder. Her scream intensified as Kimmy rested her full weight on Tasha’s breast, bringing her next leg up to stand on Jennifer’s udders. Looking up, Tasha could see up Kimmy’s skirt to her panty-less cunt. She knew now why Kimmy was blushing – her fuckhole was sopping wet. She liked what she was doing. Tasha felt herself starting to sob with pain as Kimmy’s heel pushed down on her crushed titflesh.
“Good girl, Tasha,” said Len, “and well done, Kimmy. This is what I mean by intimate punishment. Yes. You’re going to be in a lot of pain – oh, you can jump down from Jennifer’s tits now, Kimmy, but only if you want to – a *lot* of pain, but we’re going to be able to perform, thanks to the loophole, and that’s what’s important. Now, Kimmy and Jennifer, why don’t you do handstands with your legs spread? Lucy, you go cup Jennifer’s tits, and then Tasha, you can use Jennifer’s breasts as a stepping stone to stand on Kimmy’s cunt. Try and get your heel right into her fuckhole, if you can…”
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