Trance at Tryouts: Thursday
by Cordial Knot
THURSDAY
Carmen stood up slowly, sighing lightly as Coach Marshall’s cock slid out of her pussy. The coach, her new soccer coach, was lying flat on a mat on the floor of his office. Carmen smiled in the direction of his head, which was currently being obscured as another seventh grader squatted over his face, letting him eat her out. Carmen stepped aside so that yet another girl could begin licking Coach Marshall’s cock clean.
All six of the girls that had been called out the day before were in Coach Marshall’s office this morning before school, after telling their parents that they had to finish signing up for the girls’ soccer team. Yesterday, when she had left Lauren and Kristi in the gym, Carmen had been sure that she would not agree to join the soccer team. But then Coach Marshall had let the six girls into his office and made them all pose for a picture. After that session, which Carmen didn’t realize until later had taken over an hour, she couldn’t wait to join the soccer team. She, and the other five girls, also suddenly couldn’t wait to start fucking Coach Marshall. The six of them had headaches from the intense photo session, but they had obediently followed the coach to the boys’ locker room, where someone had conveniently set up several inflatable mattresses. The girls were all dazed, still processing all of the new aspects of their life, but they were happy to let Coach Marshall pop their cherries while they were lying down on the mattresses. The coach had to leave for a while to brainwash their friends, which the six girls now happily understood. The girls wanted all of their friends to obey Coach Marshall.
Carmen ran a hand up her inner thigh to catch the cum that was sliding down. Absentmindedly, she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked the cum off of her fingers. Soon Lauren and Kristi would be fully converted, like she was. Carmen smiled at the thought. They would all be slaves together. She was glad that she was first, though. Even if Lauren and Kristi both became cheerleaders, she would always be the first of them to become a full slave. And being a slave was the most important thing in Carmen’s life.
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Lauren got to the locker room early today. All of her panties had felt uncomfortable this morning so she had decided to come to school without wearing any. It had been fun not wearing panties, although she was fairly certain that her History teacher had seen up her skirt, since she sat in the front row of his class. For some reason, that knowledge didn’t bother her as much as she thought it should have. Still, she didn’t want the other girls to notice her lack of underwear so she showed up early. But, when she got to the locker room, there was already someone using the shower.
Curious, Lauren peeked around the stone wall. It was Carmen! Lauren hadn’t seen the Hispanic girl since the day before. For some reason, after getting her picture taken, Lauren hadn’t thought about Carmen. Actually, Lauren had been a little busy after tryouts. She had found herself thinking of her dream with Coach Marshall and had brought herself to an orgasm three times last night, thinking of the coach.
Carmen noticed Lauren. She turned completely towards the blonde girl and, without any sign of modesty, quickly walked over to her friend. Lauren couldn’t help dropping her eyes briefly. The small girl’s light mocha skin was glistening as she moved out from under the stream of water. Looking at her, Lauren felt the odd fluttering in her stomach that she had experienced yesterday when she had admired Kristi. Then, Carmen pulled Lauren into a hug and the blonde girl gasped. Feeling her petite friend’s naked body pressed against hers, Lauren felt her pussy grow a little moist. For a second it looked like Carmen was going to try to kiss her, but then she looked closely at Lauren and pulled back.
“Almost,” Carmen said softly, nearly inaudibly.
Ignoring that, Lauren put a hand on each of Carmen’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length, looking her in the eye. “Are you okay, Carmen? You know, not being a cheerleader and all that?”
Carmen stared back for a moment, nonplused. Then a huge smile spread across her face. Angelically, she replied, “I’m very happy. I’m doing what Coach Marshall wants.”
“Oh,” that threw Lauren off. If Coach Marshall was instructing Carmen, everything must be fine. After all, Coach Marshall was so nice and smart and right and “…good. You should do what Coach Marshall wants.”
Carmen giggled and hugged herself, pushing her small breasts up. “You should, too.”
Lauren found herself nodding at the suggestion, even though Coach Marshall wasn’t her coach. Just then the locker room door eased open and another of the seventh graders walked in. With a quick goodbye, Lauren hurried to find a secluded corner of the locker room to change clothes. Carmen, after watching her friend’s skirt fly up a bit to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her pale butt, turned and walked back into the shower, humming happily to herself.
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In the gym, Lauren waited for Kristi to come out of the locker room. Carmen had left shortly before Lauren had finished putting her things into a locker, and Lauren wanted to tell Kristi that their friend seemed fine with joining the girls’ soccer team. The gym doors opened and Kristi entered with the last few girls that had been changing. Like everyone else, Kristi was wearing a sports bra and booty shorts. Lauren was about to call out a greeting, but it died on her lips when a taller figure strode into the gym behind the last of the girls. Coach Marshall seemed even more attractive in person than he had been in her late night fantasies and Lauren felt a light blush creep up her face. All conversation amidst the scantily clad seventh graders ended almost instantly as they became aware of Coach Marshall. Kristi walked to Lauren’s side, but both girls kept their eyes on the coach.
“Coach Sheffield was feeling a little uncooperative today,” Coach Marshall told the assembled girls. “Don’t worry, though, I can handle you all.”
Lauren giggled at a double meaning that she spotted in the coach’s words. Many other girls were tittering as well. Idly, Lauren wondered if any other girls were having fantasies about the man. Coach Marshall reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Laughter was quickly replaced by nervous gulping as the girls guessed its content. Unceremoniously, Coach Marshall rattled off the names of five girls. When he finished, Lauren let out a sigh of relief; neither she nor Kristi had been called out.
The five named girls moved to Coach Marshall’s side. Everyone had been talking about the six girls from yesterday. During school, those six had been approached by some of the girls still trying out. The new soccer players all seemed to be excited to be on Coach Marshall’s soccer team, rather than disappointed that they had not become cheerleaders. There didn’t seem to be any straight answers from the soccer players when they had been asked if they had been given a choice about joining the soccer team. Most of the cheerleader hopefuls assumed that the six girls had been cut and Coach Marshall offered them positions out of pity. He was nice like that.
With a promise to return swiftly, Coach Marshall led the five new girls out of the gym. He made assurances that he just wanted to talk to them about joining the girls’ soccer team, but it was obvious from their faces that they assumed he was about to tell them that they had been cut from cheerleading.
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Coach Marshall led the five girls he had picked to his office. Waiting inside were the six girls from the day before. They were wearing only sports bras and, appropriate to their new positions on a soccer team, Nike shorts. Coach Sheffield, looking as though she had been hastily dressed, was there as well. The female coach was sitting in the picture-taking chair, her head lolling slightly to one side and her eyes unfocused.
The smallest girl (Carmen was her name, Coach Marshall remembered) stepped forward. There was a sheen around her mouth, no doubt she had been the last one servicing Coach Sheffield. Looking up at him with adoration, Carmen asked, “Can we help you with something, M- Coach?”
Taking stock of her well-toned body, Coach Marshall was tempted to ask for something that probably would have scared the five new girls who were, right now, looking curiously at Coach Sheffield.
“Yes, Carmen,” Coach Marshall addressed the girl but swept his gaze along all six of his slaves. “I think these five girls may prefer soccer over cheerleading. Why don’t you take their picture and then talk to them about why you joined the soccer team. Make sure they understand everything.”
Carmen’s eyes sparkled as he laid a delicate stress on the last word. “There’s only five of them, Coach.”
Coach Marshall nodded. “Each of you take one and then whoever’s left can continue helping Coach Sheffield understand things.”
The five new girls seemed to be realizing that there might be subtext to what was being said here. They started shifting uncomfortably but stopped when Coach Marshall spoke to them. “Now, you five stand around Coach Sheffield’s chair. These girls are going to take your picture.”
The direct order overrode the slight discomfort that had sprung up in each of the girls. Obediently, they arranged themselves around the arm chair. Carmen and the five soccer players moved behind Coach Marshall’s desk, putting on sunglasses that had been left in a pile. They had to be able to focus to help the new slaves learn. Coach Marshall closed the door just as the first flash went off.
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The thirteen remaining cheerleader hopefuls milled about aimlessly. Lauren filled Kristi in about Carmen. Kristi, who had talked to one of the other new soccer players in class, agreed that all of the girls seemed to be very happy to be on Coach Marshall’s team. Coach Marshall walked back into the gym and the girls’ conversations once again ceased. Putting his hands on his hips, Coach Marshall surveyed the seventh graders.
“Don’t worry girls, I won’t work you as hard as Coach Sheffield has been,” Coach Marshall said. This announcement was met by a chorus of thanks from his audience. “In fact, let’s start with something everyone loves: taking pictures!”
The prospective cheerleaders smiled delightedly, taking pictures always made them feel good. Coach Marshall led the way out of the gym. As the train of girls passed his office, several of them swore that they heard subdued moans issuing from its closed door. Most paid no heed, however, and flocked around the coach as he led them to the boys’ locker room. As on Tuesday, an array of flashers were pointed inward at the boys’ shower area. Fewer in number now than the time two days before, the girls stood in a single line. That there was no camera in sight did not bother any of them in the slightest. Coach Marshall wanted them there, so there they would stand.
Coach Marshall stood behind his laptop in the center of the web of cables running to the flashers. Pausing only to don a pair of mirrored sunglasses, he pressed a button that sent them all spiraling into mindlessness.
*flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *flash*
Someone bumped against Lauren and she was knocked to the floor. Lauren looked up, disoriented from the effect of the lights. In the flashes of the strobe, which were no longer aimed directly at her, she saw Coach Sheffield. The cheerleading coach must have followed the girls inside after the flashers had started going off. The coach was masturbating! Lauren was having trouble processing everything as she tried to shake off the effect of the lights. Coach Sheffield had her right hand under the elastic waistband of her shorts and was clearly rubbing her pussy. That was odd. Or was it?
Lauren looked at the row of girls. They were all rubbing themselves! Some had just pushed aside their sports bras to fondle their own breasts, but most had slid their booty shorts down around their thighs, giving themselves room to masturbate. Lauren shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Looking down at herself, she received another shock. Her booty shorts were around her knees- no wonder she had fallen when Coach Sheffield had jounced her. Her pussy was as slick as the other girls’ and for some reason she felt happy about that.
Closing her eyes against the flashes, which seemed to only give her a headache, Lauren stood shakily. Blindly, she pulled her shorts back up around her waist and tried to stumble away from the confusing scene. She bumped into something and opened her eyes reflexively. It was Coach Marshall, watching her with eyes hidden by mirrored lenses. Looking up at them, Lauren saw the reflection of the flashers. She felt like she was sinking. She felt happy. She felt empty.
Lauren was not aware of Coach Marshall leading her back to the group. She didn’t notice him tilting her head to face the full force of the flashers. She might have realized that he had tugged her booty shorts down again, but only long enough to rediscover the joy of playing with her pussy. Once she had found her button again, Lauren was completely lost in pleasure.
*flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *slutty and horny* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *Coach Marshall’s slave* *flash* *slutty and horny**flash* *mindless toy* *flash* *flash* *flash* *always obey* *flash* *flash* *flash*
It was hard to tell when exactly the flashers stopped because Lauren was in the middle of an orgasm. From the sound of it, she was not alone. All of the girls were mewling softly in the aftermath of the picture session. Lauren sniffed her hands, turned on by the scent of her own arousal.
“It looks like you girls need to get cleaned up,” Coach Marshall said. The thirteen girls, still panting from their recent exertions, giggled happily at that. “Go ahead and turn on the showers; I’ll get you some bathing buddies.”
Without a second thought, or even a first, the girls completely stripped off their clothes. Though it had felt like minutes, the girls had actually been conditioned for almost two hours. Although they did not know or care about this fact, it was the reason that they were now almost completely pliable. Coach Marshall left the locker room as they began turning on the showers. When Coach Marshall returned from his office, he had eleven naked girls trailing behind him like little ducklings. The thirteen girls in the showers had already resumed touching themselves, rubbing their slick bodies eagerly.
“Girls,” Coach Marshall addressed the seventh graders in the shower, “I brought you some old friends. They want to support you as you continue your cheerleading tryouts. They are going to make sure your pussies are nice and clean.”
The naked soccer players, now numbering eleven, enthusiastically joined their friends in the shower. Carmen hurried over to Lauren, who now fully appreciated the jiggling of the smaller girl’s breasts as she moved. As she had this morning, Carmen drew Lauren into a hug. Lauren returned it, running her hands along her friend’s body even as she felt Carmen cupping her own butt. Carmen stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on Lauren’s lips, lingering with the promise of more later. But, for now, Carmen sank to her knees and brought her head level with Lauren’s other lips.
Lauren’s breath hitched as Carmen’s tongue pressed into her pussy. Carmen couldn’t reach as deep as Lauren had been with her fingers, but it was just as erotic knowing that another girl was delivering the pleasure. Carmen withdrew now and then to lick Lauren’s clit, but mostly concentrated on going as deep as she could. Lauren clutched Carmen’s head, pressing her in as water continued to run off of them both.
Lauren looked across the showers in time to see Kristi succumb to the ministrations of a Chinese girl that had been one of the five called out earlier today. Lauren smiled as Carmen stood up and met her with a deep kiss. As Lauren felt Carmen’s hands begin to roam over her body again, she thought about how nice it was that everyone was adjusting so well.