Story: McCormack Park

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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When Tasha's cheerleading team performs on a church-owned sportsground, they're subjected to unusual and humiliating conditions.

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Competition can be a bitch.

Sara is popular, athletic, and the star of the cheerleading team.  She’s also a slut – and she has every boy around, including her own father, at her sexual beck and call.

But when pretty, talented Diana arrives in town, Sara’s jealousy flares up, and she immediately plans to corrupt, humiliate and destroy her new rival.

Soon Diana’s twin sister Carrie and her mother Kim are drawn into Sara’s web of corruption and sex, and together they descend into a spiral of lust, shame and ecstasy.

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Story: Beach Auditions

Jewel had thought the cheerleading tryouts would be run by cheerleaders, and involve dancing and athletics, but it turned out they were run by the football team and held at the local beach. The girls were required to give up their bikini tops and make out with each other in full public view. They got three auditions, each with a different girl. At the end of each audition, the boys would grab the girls by the hair, pull them apart, and roughly kiss them while worming a finger under their bikini briefs and into their pussies. To be successful, a girl had to be wet on all three inspections, and have made at least two of her partners wet as well. 

The girls unable to become aroused from lezzing off in public were not given their bikinis back, and made to walk home topless. The ones who passed were told the real show they were training for was not on the football field, but rather at the coach’s house after the game, and warned that if they weren’t already turned on by the idea of licking a man’s cum out of another girl’s pussy, they had best start practicing…

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Cheerleading tryouts held on the local beach test for some unusual skills.

Story: Meagan’s Modelling Career, Part 4

Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four

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Meagan had never realised being a model would be so embarrassing all the time.

Her manager, John, constantly took nude photos of her, and usually had sex with her afterwards, whether she consented or not.  That made her feel weird, and dirty, but she wasn’t completely naïve, and had heard plenty of rumours that successful models sometimes needed to sleep with men to get opportunities in their career.

It was the rest of it that really made her blush.  She wasn’t a lesbian, but John made her pretend to be dating her friend (and fellow model) Samantha.  She had to kiss her friend in public, and grope Sam’s tits (which did feel nice).   She even had to lead Sam around in public on a leash, like a dog!  It was more embarrassing for Sam, she guessed, but she still blushed to be doing something so slutty in public.  And she wasn’t even really into girls!  (Although Sam’s kisses did make her a little bit wet….)

Now everyone in school called her a dyke, and the other girls on the cheerleader squad looked at her funny.  She felt like a huge whore.

Her other rules didn’t help.   Sam was allowed to wear panties, but only because she had to go everywhere with a huge vibrator in her pussy, and the panties helped hold it in place.  Everyone could hear it humming when they were close to Sam, and see the bulge it made where it stuck out of her, and usually smell her cunt juices because Sam was so wet all the time now.

But Meagan wasn’t allowed panties.  She had to go around in short skirts with no underwear.  John also made her wear a little bell on a chain, that hung from her clitoris piercing (which had hurt something awful to get).  The bell hung down below the hemline of her skirt, and was quite heavy, so it tugged painfully on her clit all the time, and every time she moved it would ring, which made people look down at her crotch.   

All this, John said, was to make men interested in them – so that the men would want to buy the nude photos that Meagan and Sam posed for.  And it worked.  Lots of boys wanted to see Meagan and Sam nude after meeting them, and so once every week when they met John to pose for more pictures, he would give them their pay once he was done fucking them – a neat roll of bills that he would invariably make them receive by pushing it up into their recently-fucked cunts.  It was a fairly large amount of money, and it made Meagan feel like she really was a successful model now.

But this week John was excited about a new opportunity.

“I’ve got a job offer lined up for each of you,” he told the girls as they undressed for him.  “You’d each be the flagship model for an entire line of fashion.”

“Really?” asked Meagan excitedly, bouncing up and down on her toes.  The bell hanging from her clit jingled merrily.

“Absolutely,” said John.   “Only there’s a problem.”  He looked at them critically.  “You don’t exactly have the right bodies.”

Sam blushed.  “Are we too fat?” she asked.

“Well, you *are* looking more cow than kitten these days,” said John frankly.  “We’re going to have to do some work to get you in shape for these jobs.  But I think we can manage it.  I’ve got contracts here.  If you sign them, you’ll get the jobs, but you *will* be obliged to do the work necessary to have an appropriate body for the shoot.”

The girls eagerly signed the contracts John provided.  Meagan was delighted any time John talked about jobs and clients and fashion – it reminded her that she was really a successful model, and not a degraded whore (which was how she sometimes felt when she stopped to think about all the things John made her do).  Signing contracts was something real models did.

“Good girls,” said John when they were done.  He proceeded to tie them to the bed, as he usually did when he took photos of them, and apply various clamps to their nipples, and weights to their clit piercings.   When he was done, he jammed Sam’s vibrator back in her cunt, and then knelt between Meagan’s spread legs to begin to casually fuck her twat.

“What are these fashion lines?” asked Meagan, trying to take her mind off being raped.  “What will we be wearing?”

“Oh, that’s a good question,” said John.  “Well, Meagan, you’re going to be wearing a new line of lingerie designed for prostitutes and porn stars.  It includes bras that are specially designed for surgically-enhanced tits, so in order to do the shoot we’re going to have to get you a nice big pair of fake udders.”

“What?” asked Meagan, alarmed.  She started to struggle, but she was held down firmly.

“Oh, yes,” said John.   “You’ll look delightful with giant fake fuckbags, baby.  Everyone will want to see your tits then – you’ll make a fortune.”

“No!” said Meagan.  “I don’t want fake fuckballoons!”

“You should have thought of that before you signed the contract,” said John calmly.  He looked over at Sam.  “And as for you,” he said, “you’re going to be modelling a line of maternity clothes.”

Sam looked at him blankly.   “What do you mean?”

“Clothes for pregnant women, honey,” he told her.

“But I’m not pregnant,” said Sam dumbly.

“I know,” he told her, “and that’s the work we need to do on your body.”

Realisation dawned on Sam, and horror, and she started to struggle and yell.  John sighed, and climaxed in Meagan’s cunt, and then untied Meagan.  

“Go straddle your friend’s face,” he said, “so you muffle that dumb mouth of hers with your cunt, and hurt her tits and her cunt until she shuts up and becomes a good girl.  If she can’t fulfil this contract, you’re going to have to do it for her, Meagan.”

Meagan didn’t want to get pregnant any more than Sam did.  It was bad enough she was going to get fake tits.  So she obediently climbed onto Sam’s face, letting John’s cum drip from her pussy into Sam’s mouth, and began to slap and pinch at Sam’s fuckmelons, and tug on her clit ring, until Sam stopped making noise and began to lick Meagan’s pussy obediently.  Meagan could still feel her crying, her tears wet and warm against Meagan’s groin, but she thought that was okay because at least Sam was quiet.

Later, John came back and explained what would happen if Sam didn’t cooperate.  He would sue Sam for breach of contract, and she would have to talk in court about all the things she had done to be a model, and why she had a clitoris piercing, and why she was a lesbian with Meagan, and how many times she had let John fuck her pussy, and they would show all the photos of her to the judge.  Maybe a newspaper might report it to the whole town.  Sam burst into tears again during this, but eventually agreed to be a good girl and do what John wanted.

That night, Meagan and Sam came back to John’s studio, and John did a photoshoot where Sam was nude and masturbating as she flushed her birth control pills down the toilet.   John said he’d paid attention to when Sam’s last period was, and he thought she’d be most fertile in another fortnight.

During this fortnight, Meagan went to get her breast enhancements.  John paid for it, and when it was done Meagan had new giant breasts.   They were GG cups, and no attempt had been made to make them look natural.  They were like small basketballs stuck to her chest.  When Meagan looked at herself in the mirror now, she saw a bimbo looking back, and it was hard to remember that she was an elegant model, and not a vacant cum-dumpster.

When Sam’s fertile time came, they took her to John’s studio and tied her to the bed.  Over three days, a long line of men attended the studio, and each one took a turn fucking Sam’s cunt and ejaculating in it.   Afterwards they would pay John, and leave.

John made Meagan sit naked on Sam’s face throughout, just as she had done when Sam first heard the news.   It was Meagan’s job to guide each man’s cock into her friend’s pussy, and let the man kiss Meagan or grope Meagan’s tits if he wanted to.  Meagan was responsible for encouraging the man to rape Sam if he felt hesitant, and telling the man that Sam was nothing but a fuckhole for him to use.

Afterwards, once the man had cum, Meagan had to use a thick dildo to push his cum deeper up inside Sam’s twat, and then lean down and lick the entrance to Sam’s pussy clean of sperm for the next customer.  John was filming and photographing the whole thing, and made Megan smile sexily for the camera as often as possible.

Sam fell asleep sometimes – the process went on non-stop for three days – but men just kept fucking her as she slept.  She would wake up to a fresh man using her – except she couldn’t tell, because Meagan was straddling her face, and she could breathe (just) but not see.

Because Sam couldn’t see, she had no idea who was fucking her.  Meagan was surprised to see many of their school friends turn up to fuck Sam – and a few of their teachers.  She blushed to have people she knew seeing her sitting there naked, helping her friend to get raped and impregnated, but she knew better than to complain.  She just guided their cocks into Sam’s breeding hole, and let them squeeze her tits and kiss her.

The worst was when Meagan’s own father came to the studio.  She almost jumped off Sam’s face in shock, but John held her down.

“It’s okay, Meagan,” her father said.  “I know you’re enjoying being a porn doll or an internet prostitute or whatever it is you’re doing these days.  Whatever career you want is okay with me.  I just want a turn with your friend.  I’ve always thought that Sam would be fun to rape.  You can’t begrudge my curiosity, can you?”

So she guided her father’s cock into her friend’s cunt, and blushed as he stared at her new fake tits, and then kept silent as he reached out and squeezed one, and then did her best to be a good girl when he finally started tongue kissing her – his own daughter – while ejaculating into Sam’s pussy.

When he was gone, she tried to get up again, but John made her lean down just as with every other customer, and lick her own father’s cum out of her friend’s fuckhole.

A week later, they took Sam for a very special photo shoot.  John led her to the side of a busy public highway, and made her strip naked.   Then, as cars went by, and their drivers hooted and hollered at the nude raven-haired cheerleader, he made Sam piss on a pregnancy test, then masturbate with it to orgasm, and then finally take it out just as she was about to cum and look at the results while Meagan licked her cunt.

Which was why Samantha was crying and orgasming at the same time when she saw the happy little plus sign appear on the test….

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Meagan's manager gets her a contract to model maternity clothes - which means she'll have to get pregnant, whether she wants to or not.

Story: Meagan’s Modelling Career, Part 3

Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four

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Once Samantha had learned that Meagan was a model, the pretty raven-haired cheerleader simply wouldn’t stop pestering Meagan to help her get a modelling job as well.

Meagan was reluctant.   Her modelling experience so far had been confusing and embarrassing, and she felt guilty and slutty and humiliated whenever she thought about it.  But at the same time, it made her feel special – all the other cheerleaders were envious that Meagan was a model now, even if they (thankfully) hadn’t seen any of her actual photoshoots.  And she didn’t want to share that specialness.

But Sam had begged and begged, and Meagan wasn’t good at saying no, so she called John and asked if she could bring a friend to her next modelling job.

“Send me her portfolio,” said John.  “Make sure it looks like yours.”

Meagan knew what was in her portfolio – photos of her nude, sucking cock, bound in rope, being fucked, and covered in cum.  She tried one last time to dissuade Sam from pursuing this path.

“I *need* to be a model, Meagan,” insisted Sam.  “I’m destined for celebrity.  And so help me, if you don’t hook me up, I’m going to tell everyone that you’re a lesbian and that you’re having sex with half the cheerleading team’s mothers.”

Meagan blushed with embarrassment and anger.  Her reluctance vanished.  If Sam was going to threaten her, then she didn’t need to feel worried that Sam was going to regret her decisions.

She started by getting Sam to pose naked, just like Meagan had once had to do in a men’s toilets.   Sam blushed when Meagan told her to spread her pussy open, and blushed even more furiously when Meagan told her to masturbate for the camera, but she wasn’t about to back out now, and, after all, Meagan was the expert.

“They need to know how wet you get,” said Meagan, “to see if you’ll leave a wet spot on any underwear you’re modelling.”  Meagan still wasn’t sure this explanation made sense, but she didn’t really care – the fact that Sam was uncomfortable and blushing made it fun.

Once they had a thorough photographic documentation of Sam’s cunt and tits, Meagan got out the rope.

Sam balked.  “Why do you need to tie me up?”

Meagan sighed.  “It’s the new fashion in bras, silly.  You sound so naïve when you talk like that.   Are you going to wear the bra or not?”

Sam backed away, alarmed.   “No!”

Meagan pursed her lips.   “Sam, do you want me to show these photos of you to my modelling agent?  Or do you want me to show them to your family and the school?”

Sam went white.  “You wouldn’t!”

“Stop being a silly little girl, Sam,” said Meagan, “and start acting like a model.  Now come over here and let me tie you up.”

Sam reluctantly complied, and soon Meagan had her trussed in rope, unable to move.  Meagan particularly liked the way the ropes constricted the base of Sam’s tits, making them bulge and turn purple.

Meagan, I don’t like this,” said Sam uncertainly.

“Hush, Sam,” said Meagan.   And then, for good measure, she picked up Sam’s panties and stuffed them into Sam’s mouth.  Sam squealed in protest, but Meagan used a piece of duct tape to fix them in place and muffle Sam’s noises.

She had intended to invite one of their mutual friends over to help decorate Sam with sperm, but Sam had been a real bitch about the whole thing, so Meagan decided to instead phone Adam, who Sam hated.  Adam had a huge intense crush on Sam, and Sam had never been anything but bitchy to him. As it turned out, Adam was delighted to hear that the black-haired cheerleader was tied up and nude, and promised to be right over.

While she waited, Meagan got some bulldog clips from her home office, and clamped them on Sam’s nipples and clitoris.  Hearing Sam scream into her panty gag was really quite satisfying.  She took some more photos of her naked, bound friend.

When Adam arrived, he didn’t waste time with foreplay, but undressed immediately and moved to rape the object of his crush.  Sam squealed and struggled, but could barely move.

“Try and be fun for him,” advised Meagan.  “He’s doing you a favour, and helping you become a model.  If I don’t think you’re trying to be fun, I’ll show everyone on the cheerleading squad these photos I’m taking.”  And she snapped away with her camera as Adam raped the broken, humiliated girl.  After a while, to Meagan’s pleasure, Sam began trying to hump back against Adam’s cock, helping him rape her.

When Adam was ready to cum, Meagan instructed him to pull out, and ejaculate over Sam’s face and hair, and wipe his cock clean on Sam’s tits.  Then Meagan knelt by Sam to rub the resulting semen liberally through her black hair, until she was a mess, before taking her final photos of the aspiring model.

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A week later, Meagan and Sam stood in John’s studio.  Sam didn’t want to be here – she wanted nothing to do with modelling anymore – but Meagan had made it clear to her that if she backed out, everyone she knew would see her new “portfolio”.  And so Sam was standing, blushing, in her cheerleader uniform as this strange man inspected the photos of her rape.

“Very nice,” said John, eventually, looking at Sam.  “So I think I have room for you on three upcoming projects – are you interested?”

Sam wanted to say “no” but was scared of offending this man, so she asked, “What are they?”

“The first one is for the ‘Jailbait’ clothing line.  You’re going to be modelling their new crop-top, which shows underboob, but you’ll be naked from the waist down and have cum leaking from your pussy.   Basically you’ll look like a rape victim.  I intend it to be a very realistic shoot.”

“Please, no,” whispered Sam, but John ignored her.

“The second one is for a jewellery line.  The campaign tag is ‘Cleopatra Vaginal Jewellery Brings All The Girls To Your Yard’.   We’re going to give you a clit piercing, with a big ring with a bell hanging from it, and once you’re healed we’ll do a shoot of Meagan here licking you out, because she can’t resist your cunt ring, understand?”

“I don’t want a clit piercing!” wailed Sam.  “And I’m not a lesbian!”

“Sure you are, honey,” said John.  “Every girl’s a lesbian for money.  Or when their cunt takes control.  And the third job is a fashion show at the local mall – your friends hang out there, don’t they?  So you’ll get to show off.  You’ll be modelling wearable sex toys – so dildos, nipple clamps, that kind of thing.   I bet you can’t wait to strut around nude with weights hanging from your nipples and clit in front of your friends.”

“I can’t!” said Sam.   “Not in front of people I know!   You may as well just show them those photos if you’re going to humiliate me anyway!”

“Well, I might let you out of the fashion show,” said John, “providing you do the other two jobs – and something extra…”

“What?” asked Sam.

“Well, models tend to get more work when they have a bit of celebrity interest to them.  You girls really need to have a hint of romance in your lives – someone you’re dating – and for it to be something that catches the eye.”

“You mean you want us to get boyfriends?” asked Meagan, hopefully.  A boyfriend might be nice.

“No,” laughed John.   “I mean I want you to date each other.   And not just regular boring lesbian dating either.  Sam, from now on, you go everywhere with this dildo inside you, right?  It’s extra-long so the end will always be sticking out of your pussy in a very obvious way.  And Meagan, I want you to take her everywhere on a collar and leash.  It should get boys hard the instant they see you.   They’ll want to see you nude.   Which, eventually, they will – for the right price.”

“Noooo….” moaned Sam.

“But right now I think I want to fuck my new model,” said John.  “Meagan, be a good girl and hold your new girlfriend down for me, would you?”

“Yes, John,” said Meagan.   Silly Sam really deserved all this, she thought, for pestering Meagan about modelling, and then threatening her.   She went over to Sam and kissed her on the lips – they were girlfriends now, after all – and then grabbed Sam’s hair with one hand and began ripping off Sam’s clothes with the other.

She had never thought that modelling would involve helping her friends to get raped, but then modelling was a dynamic and fast-moving industry, Meagan knew, and, really, she was lucky to even be a part of it…

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Meagan's fellow cheerleader Samantha wants in on Meagan's modelling gig - so she ends up sharing Meagan's humiliation.

Story: Team Spirit

Team Spirit is one of 29 stories collected in my e-book The Guidance Counsellor and Other Schoolroom Erotica, available for only $3.99 USD at my creator site. Purchases fund the creation of new, free content! (Click here to view.)

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The cheerleading coach made the whole team attend a “team spirit” presentation once a week, where they sat in a darkened cinema and watched a motivational film. The girls could never remember exactly what happened in the film, but week by week they came to feel closer and closer to each other. In fact, they started dreaming about each other, and waking up with their pussies wet and thoughts of naked cheerleaders filling their brains. Within a month, every girl on the squad had reached orgasm while thinking of at least one of their female friends, and shortly thereafter it became common to see pairs of cheerleaders passionately kissing in the hope of getting the attention of the coach or any other nearby male. 

The changerooms became erotically charged, with naked girls washing each other’s bodies, kissing, caressing each other’s tits, and, eventually, 69ing on the floor, oblivious to who was around. No one seemed to mind or notice that the coach would enter the change room and watch them, and no one objected when boys from the male sporting teams were allowed in to watch as well. Lezzing off in front of men just seemed to make the girls even hotter. 

When the girls discovered pictures of themselves, naked and licking each other’s cunts, on the internet, it should have made them upset, but instead it just made them happy to be popular, and nor did they object when the coach started scheduling special naked training sessions for them in front of the school’s wealthier donors.  

By the end of the year, most of the prettier girls had been sold off in pairs to wealthy men, happily signing away their freedom for the chance to be happy little sex pets in the company of their friends-slash-lovers. The remainder were eternally grateful to their coach for the work placements he arranged for them with strip clubs and brothels, happy that an appropriate future awaited them…

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