“You know why I’m here… If you want to truly be one of us,you’ve got to know who is in charge.”

The team leader had planned to pay a visit to this rookie cheerleader’s apartment for some time. Now that she had her all to herself, she was going to take her time playing with her prey. The newcomer was certainly talented during rehearsals, though to truly test her, there was only one way to be sure that she’d be the right pick for the team.

“Complete control of your body is of uttermost importance in our world, I’m going to test your control out for myself. No matter what I do you are going to remain perfectly still. Fail and I’ll know you aren’t cut out for it.”

The first ten minutes wasn’t so bad, with the team leader kissing her and fondling her; she knew to expect this, having been told that she often preyed on the newer members in the most obscene of ways. It was when her pussy became the target that she began to struggle to keep her legs and body from moving involuntarily. As if sensing the difficulty, the older, much more experienced girl bound the girl’s wrists together and slid a blindfold over her.

“Don’t you dare move or say a word.”

The next 45 minutes was a tormenting exercise in self-control as the girl’s body was slowly teased by such cruel, calculating fingertips, before her pussy was cruelly tantalised by such faint, delicate strokes of a devious tongue. It took all of her effort and will-power not to thrust her hips up, though somehow, even as her whole body burned with need, she maintained her composure.

Only during the last 5 minutes of the seemingly never ending hour did her pussy get much more direct attention. The feeling of those lips pressing around her clitoris, feeling it being sucked and rolled around under that expert tongue nearly made her cry out, though she managed to only let out a gasp of pleasure. While her heavy breathing and occasional high pitched moan from the back of her throat worried her, she could barely think of the fact that failure may mean being kicked out of the cheerleading team, all that was on her mind was of the hungry mouth enveloping her dripping wet sex. The fact that it did not stop however made her feel in the back of her mind that the little sounds being made were not an issue. It was when the heat of orgasm reared its head however that she gave in.

She had been so quiet, though as that red hot climax burned through her, a gasp of unconstrained ecstasy escaped her lips. She came hard just as the woman stopped. Her orgasm seemed held in limbo, needing that mouth to return as her body convulsed, though she was left without any more contact. She wanted to scream out for her to not stop, but stopped short of doing it. The team leader simply watched as the girl was overcome by the contrasting agony of climax and unfulfilled pleasure. Once the ruined orgasm receded, the girl breathed heavily and remained still and silent, curious as to what the verdict would be.

“Well done, you controlled yourself well, and didn’t say a word even when I ruined your orgasm. Welcome to the team.”

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If you do well, you get rewarded; if you do badly, you get punished.

This was the simple, unwavering stance of the cheerleading team, yet still Sarah pleaded with all her heart for their forgiveness without having to endure what she feared. It had only been a simple matter of a misstep, yet on the field, in front of such a large audience, before the final game of the season, it was noticeable; ‘noticeable’ was more than reason enough to suffer the wraith of the team.

The coach and her two top cheerleaders always took much pleasure in giving the punishments, Sarah knew this all too well. The slightest mistake from any member would earn such cruel attention, yet Sarah seemed to be most regularly targeted by the coach and her chosen disciplinarians. 

Barely any time after the night was over and the game had finished, Sarah was summoned into a section of the changing room that the coach had set up just for these occasions. No time was wasted as they stripped her, telling her that she knew why she needed this, why the team needed this. The familiar feeling of leather cuffs were fasted to her wrists, to be held up by the coach, while her legs were kept spread by the spreader-bar. It had been the biggest game of the season, the final match, to make a mistake under such scrutiny was unforgivable; they were going to make her come until she could not stand.

Sarah was wise enough now to hold no protest, yet still the desire to close herself to such intense stimulation was overbearing – though no matter how much she tried, they kept her body spread open for their wicked delights. The vibrator made little work of her attempts to halt what she knew would come, the maw of tortured pleasure that would ensnare her and never let go. Even before the first orgasm, the sensitivity of her sex against the devastating pulsations was nearly unbearable; once the orgasm hit her with all its force, she was thrown into a descent of hellish pleasure. They held her tight, making sure to give not even a second of remorse. No matter how much she begged and told them she could not come anymore, they worked her back towards another. Sarah felt as if her own body was forging an alliance against her, cruelly making her endure each orgasm after the other, each more unendurable than the last. Throughout every shudder of her limbs, through the constant convulsing of her body, the coach and her fellow punishers gave no respite, keeping Sarah held open for the vibrator to continue until either she passed out or her body could no longer give them the orgasms which they so longed to always see.

Sarah knew they would not stop, no matter how much she screamed through every orgasm and the following over-stimulation which always cruelly led to another; they loved seeing her tortured with pleasure. This was a punishment she’d not forget any time soon. 

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Cheerleader Rivalry

Cheerleading practice was long over, though Emma’s workout was only just beginning.

She hadn’t expected to be asked to come over to Annie’s house, though she jumped at the opportunity to bridge the gap between her biggest rival on the team. Since being picked, Emma had felt much resentment from her team-mates, particularly from Annie; she was unsure whether it was her looks, her acrobatic ability, or the strong bond she alone had already developed with the coach.

She was just a newcomer and these girls saw her as a threat. They wanted to show her where she stood.

Under the pretence of wanting to bridge the gap between them, Annie had invited Emma back to her house after training. Little did Emma know that Annie had invited another friend over, both with the same intentions… both waiting patiently for their prey.

The moment Emma entered the bedroom she was surprised to see Tory there as well. Before Emma could ask what it was that they both wanted to talk to her about, Annie pulled her towards them; while the door was behind her and escape was still possible, Emma stayed still, as if trapped by the intense gazes of the two girls before her. Even though she was fully clothed, Emma felt so on display to the pair of girls in front of her, yet her embarrassment was not going to end there. Tory and Annie began to comment on how tightly the outfit fit Emma, taking delight in watching her squirm in embarrassment at the revelation of being the subject of such lustful thoughts. They tried to pour as much imagery into Emma’s mind as possible. From the way every team member watches her arch her back in every routine, as if baring her body to the world to gaze at and touch, to the way they hold her in split lifts, as if parting her thighs to every spectator to gaze at the slender curve between her legs, all with one thought in mind. Blushing, Emma stood awkwardly, the images in her own mind overcoming her while Annie moved in closer.

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