From: beer-n-nuts
Subject: Mr. Pike's Revenge: Cheerleader Slave Biz 1/3 (NC, M/Ff, Bond, Preg)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
WARNING! Do not read this article if you are under 21 years of age, offended by stories of a sexual nature, or stories with young characters. All character names are fictional and coincidental.
Buster Keaton, teacher and new procuror of females, looked at his notes on his products (high school cheerleaders) and his customers (those desiring teen flesh). If all went right he could make over $400,000. Those desiring a baby from the beautiful, intelligent cheerleaders would have to pay a minimum of $35K. Slaves cost more, $50K minimum. Slaves cost more because their disappearance would mean trouble. Those desiring a wife would have to pay $40K. Marriage between an older adult and a young teen would mean a lot of work to set up. Fortunately, there were twelve girls on his product list and one of the requirements to be on the cheer squad was a minimum 2.75 GPA, not to mention looks and a respectable personality.
Buster heard a moan and looked down beside his recliner chair. Grace McMullin, cheerleader advisor and slave to her colleague Buster and her niece Emily, lay on the floor next to his chair. Her naked body was covered in sweat. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her and her elbows tied together with a leather belt. Her ankles were also tied together with leather. Buster thought of leather as being more classier. Her head was covered with a leather hood with 3 air holes poked in it. Her nipples were clamped as were her pussylips. Grace moaned and erotically convulsed because two vibrators were churning a way in her pussy and ass. She had been ruused up like this for almost two hours. Buster sighed and decided to go ahead and give the bitch her "treatment."
Every two hours,for the last 8 hours, Grace had been ass reamed by Buster's big cock. Buster remembered reading an article in a psychology mag that women who had been raped in the ass were more psychologically damaged than if fucked through their pussies. Grace was a liberal feminist and old habits were hard to break. Her training started Wednesday afternoon and she collapsed mentally this morning (Friday). Now it was Friday evening and this "treatment" was the last step in remaking Grace as a sex slave. Grace's "help" was important in eventually acquiring the services of all twelve cheerleaders. OOOPS, make that 11. Emily was his already. The lesbo tapes of Grace and Emily plus the BDSM guaranteed Grace's help.
Buster went over to Grace hoisted her up on her knees and pushed her face to the carpet. He removed her ass vibrator.
"Well, you slave slut. Time for more of your medicine."
Grace whimpered and Buster rammed his cock into her asshole. It was easy as her bunghole was already filled with sperm and K-Y jelly. This time he used long, slow strokes all the while calling her a cock tease, slut, slave, bitch in heat, the head bitch of a bunch of cockteasing, cheerleader sluts. Buster massaged her clit and a boob while stroking. He could hear her crying through the hood. He rammed real hard on the last and his white juice went into her ass.
He slumped forward and both fell to the carpet. Grace didn't stir and he knew she was unconcious.
He used her hair to wipe off his dick and went back to his recliner. Buster was already into BDSM and belonged to a club in a nearby city. He had a weekend slave until three months ago when the slave moved to another state. In the club, he met all sorts of people: doctores, bankers, lawyers, businessmen, pilots, even a couple of school principals and etc. A few members were even foreigners. The lawyers were the most intersting. Some dealt with adoption cases and older men-teen marriages. A few foreigners and fellow Americans were in the money slave business. Since he taught at a high school, he was a popular figure, with these individuals hoping he could help them out. The temptation of all that cash was too much.
His main contact for customers was Ed Haskill, slimy attorney at-law. At tonight's football game, Ed had brought FIVE CUSTOMERS! At an average of $40K each, that amounted to $200K! The customers were to pick out the young cheerleader they desired. Fortunately, each cheer uniform had the girl's name on it. Ed was supposed to stop by on Sunday morning with the order list. With Emily and Grace's help, a series of slumber parties and individual girl nightovers were to take place over the next five weeks. These events were to involve "treatments" and blackmail taping.
Buster ran down his products list. The information came from Grace's cheerleader files. Grace (reluctantly) and Emily were able to provide hymen info on each girl. Of course, Emily's virgin status had changed.
VARSITY SQUAD (name, age, hair, breasts, height, @ if virgin)
1. Melanie Webster, Captain, 17, Brunette, 38D, 5'9, @ 2. Staci Franklin, 17, Blonde, 34B, 5"6, Tennis Team Capt. 3. Lisa Garville, 17, Brunette, 36C, 5'5, @ 4. Sara Johnson, 17, Black, 34C, 5'4, @, Gymnastics Team 5. Candi Byrd, 16, Ash Blonde, 34B, 5'7, Blonde, @, Swim Team 6. Julie Vascu, 16, Brunette, 34C, 5'6
1. Kathy Jo Wilson, Captain, 15, Red, 36C, 5'4, @ 2. Jill Bray, 15, White Blonde, 5'1, 34B, @, Gymnastics Team 3. Amy Loflin, 15, Brunette, 5'6, 33B, Volleyball Team 4. Lynn Haynes, 13, Blonde, 5'3, 32B, @, Gymnastics Team 5. Ashley Rice, 14, Black, 5'5, 35B 6. Emily Riggins, 14, Blonde, 5'5, 36C, @
Buster's organ grew hard at the thought of training all these cheer babes. He heard someone entering the room and looked up to see a sleepy Emily standing in front of him. She was barefoot and wearing a terrycloth robe.
"Come to bed honey. It's late."
"I liked your cheering tonight. You were great. And a lot happier too."
Emily smiled and said, "I had some attitude help from my fiance."
"So I heard."
Emily look at her toes and smiled again, "If you come to bed, I'll make it worth your while."
Emily slowly unfastened the white cloth belt and let her robe fall to the floor. She was naked, her shaved pussy glistening with juices. She put her hands under her breasts and pushed them up in offering. Buster's cock snapped to attention.
He got up, lifted Emily up to align his cock with her love hole, and pushed his schlong in. Emily let out a long moan and rested her head on his shoulder. Buster's hands were on his waist and he humped her body up and down on his cock. He carried his future teen wife to the bedroom.
He thought about Grace but knew she wasn't going anywhere. Hmmm! I forgot to put the vibrator back in her pussy. What the hell? There's always tomorrow.
NEXT: Slumber Party #1 with 5 cheer babes. Some pussies will never be the same again.
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