Trance at Tryouts: Friday
by Piper
mc; Mf; Mf+; Mdom; mast
Friday
There had been a sign on the locker room that told the girls to wait in the gym before changing for tryouts today. Lauren and the twelve remaining girls who had not been regulated to the girls’ soccer team milled about on the gym floor. Lauren reflected that there was something noticeably different in the way that everyone had been dressing. Almost all of the girls were opting for tight shirts, short skirts, and no panties. Lauren knew that, like her, the other girls weren’t wearing panties because they all kept finding excuses to bend over and flash their friends. Lauren herself had just gotten an eyeful from Kristi when the petite brunette had hunched over to tie her shoes and wiggled her cute ass back and forth.
Of course, even the clothes of the cheerleader hopefuls couldn’t hold a candle to the outfits of the soccer players. Lauren had heard that several members of the girls’ soccer team, including Carmen, had been sent home from school for dressing inappropriately. Lauren was pretty sure that Coach Marshall would talk to the girls about their clothes, to prevent this from happening again. After all, his slaves weren’t much use to him if they weren’t at school.
Lauren hadn’t even realized that she was a slave until yesterday. The idea came into her head sometime between the latest round of pictures and being eaten out by Carmen in the shower. It seemed natural and good that she was a slave, so Lauren never second guessed that thought. Maybe she had been a slave her whole life and she had just never put a name to it until now. Either way, she was very happy to be a slave and now the height of her ambition in life was to make Coach Marshall as happy as she felt.
The gym doors opened and Coach Marshall entered. There was a momentary pause as the girls registered this, then they all rushed over to him. A few lucky girls received playful slaps on the butt, although the coach was clearly more interested in commencing the last day of tryouts. Once he had more or less gotten the seventh graders settled down, Coach Marshall began to speak. “As you all know, today is the last day of tryouts...”
He had to pause as excited chatter briefly erupted. When the girls fell silent again, Coach Marshall continued, “You should all be proud of yourselves for making it this far. Before I announce the final cut, there are some cuties that I think you should meet.”
The gym doors opened and eight beautiful girls filed in. These, Lauren knew, were the eighth grade cheerleaders, the girls who had been in their position last year and were now known as the varsity team. The eighth graders were dressed in their cheer uniforms which, Lauren had never noticed before, were disappointingly chaste.
Coach Marshall spread his arms wide in greeting, as though he wanted to embrace his entire collection. “Take off your uniforms. We’re going to give the newbies a little taste of what it feels like to be a cheerleader.”
At the coach’s command, the eighth graders had instantly begun stripping out of their cheer uniforms. The seventh graders looked on as the older girls happily exposed themselves in the middle of the gym. Lauren felt a flush creep over her face as more and more delicate flesh came into view. It was desire, not embarrassment, that brought the color to her cheeks. Once the varsity team was properly naked and had neatly piled their uniforms on the floor, they formed two parallel lines in front of the younger girls. Then the eighth graders began to demonstrate several of the cheer routines that they performed during football games. The members of the seventh grade audience watch appreciatively as the girls’ well-toned bodies bent and bounced in arousing ways. Lauren wondered why they did not cheer in the nude all of the time, but then she realized so many hot girls would just distract the football team.
As the naked eighth graders began their tantalizing display, Coach Marshall called out the names of five seventh graders, the last girls to get cut from cheerleading. One of the girls was Kristi, but Lauren did not notice. She did not even realize that she had made it all the way through the tryouts and was chosen to be a cheerleader. Lauren and the seven other new cheerleaders were watching the eighth graders and imagining being able to do similar, perhaps even sluttier, routines for Coach Marshall. As the coach led the five newest soccer players away, the remaining seventh graders slipped their hands under their skirts and began to masturbate.
Kristi felt happy and complete. Coach Marshall had singled her out among his pick today and given her a special assignment. She would be Coach Sheffield’s personal assistant. As the cheerleader coach’s assistant, Kristi would be able to see Lauren more than she would if she was on the soccer team. Kristi herself would be almost as special in the slave hierarchy as the cheerleaders.
Coach Sheffield did not have the luck to be made into a slave back when she was a girl and her mind was still forming. If Coach Marshall had gotten to her then, as he was doing with the cheerleaders, the programming would have been permanently ingrained in her mind. As it was, Coach Marshall only retained complete control of Coach Sheffield as long as she had weekly reprogramming sessions. If Coach Sheffield went too long without a session, she would begin to think that it was wrong to be a slave. So Kristi was assigned to make sure that Coach Sheffield kept to her schedule, and also to keep the coach’s taste for little girls alive and well. Speaking of which…
Kristi looked over at Coach Sheffield. They were in Coach Marshall’s office and Coach Sheffield was currently naked and masturbating in the picture-taking chair. Kristi, naked herself, had been in charge of guiding the coach through a reprogramming session. The coach’s private sessions were intense and Kristi was a little dizzy from the last round of flashers, even though she had been wearing the protective glasses Coach Marshall had given her. Coach Sheffield, who had taken the full effect, was only one or two mental rungs above a vegetable right now. She was staring unfocused at the far side of the room, a thread of drool now dripping onto her breast.
Kristi walked across the room and wiped the drool from the coach’s chest. Even with that soft touch, the coach shuddered in the grip of another orgasm. Kristi smiled at her charge and knelt down between the woman's legs. Gently, she moved Coach Sheffield’s hand away from her trimmed pussy. Kristi leaned forward to the wet spot and pressed her tongue inside. The coach groaned with pleasure and at that moment Kristi realized happily that being a slave was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
When Coach Marshall returned to the gym, the varsity cheerleaders noticed instantly and stopped their routines, looking over at him hopefully. The seventh graders, the new junior varsity cheerleaders, kept masturbating while looking at their naked role models.
“Good,” Coach Marshall said, slowly taking his eyes off of the naked girls. That one syllable of approval sent a ripple of delight through the girls. Coach Marshall addressed the seventh graders, who were just beginning to turn their attention from the cheerleaders. “Now, girls, it’s your turn. Strip.”
A command from Coach Marshall. Lauren stopped ogling the cheerleaders. She was Coach Marshall’s slave. She must always obey. Lauren pulled her shirt off, tugging it over her head so quickly that it caught and pulled out a few strands of hair. Lauren let the fabric fall to the ground. Without pausing, she hooked her fingers under the elastic at her waist and pulled her skirt down around her ankles. Having opted out of wearing a bra and panties, Lauren was naked as she shook the cloth off of her ankles. Now that she had done as she had been told, Lauren looked around. Most of the other seventh graders were naked by now, too, and the rest were quickly remedying their situation.
Coach Marshall walked over to his newest cheerleaders. He smiled hungrily at them and said, “Go ahead and try on the uniforms, girls. I want to see my newest cheer sluts all dressed up.”
There was a mad scramble as the seventh graders dove towards the discarded uniforms and hurriedly dressed themselves. There were no knickers, so the outfits consisted simply of a pleated skirt and vest-like top. The varsity team did not react; they continued staring lustfully at Coach Marshall, trembling with the desire to run over and touch him. The coach ignored the fawning eighth graders and surveyed his new slaves, who were now dressed and standing at attention, trying to push their chests out as much as possible.
“Varsity team,” Coach Marshall addressed the naked eighth graders, “you all are free to go have fun with the newest soccer players. They're in the boys' locker room.”
This announcement was met with mixed reactions from the older girls. They were clearly looking forward to playing with the new girls, but it was just as obvious that they would have preferred to stay with Coach Marshall. Regardless, the coach had dismissed them and they could not even grasp the concept of disobeying him. They left slowly, hoping that the coach might change his mind, but he just watched them until the last pert ass had disappeared through the door.
“I think,” Coach Marshall began, returning his attention to the younger girls, “it is time for you to see what it really means to be one of my cheerleaders.”
They understood instantly. The new cheerleaders shook with anticipation and tried to make themselves seem more desirable. Two of them discarded subtlety altogether and simply pulled up their cheer skirts, displaying their pussies. Lauren took a more moderate approach, striking a pose and fixing a lustful expression on her face that was worthy of a porn star.
Coach Marshall took his time, intentionally drawing out the moment. When the girls began mewling pitifully with desperation, he made his decision. “For now, I'll use... Lauren.”
After several sighs of disappointment, the seventh graders gathered around Lauren. At a gesture from Coach Marshall, she laid down on the cold gym floor and spread her legs. A good slave was ready anywhere her master demanded it. Lauren's skirt rode up around her stomach and the coach pushed the rest of the fabric out of the way so that her pussy was completely exposed. She shivered with anticipation and delight at having all of the cheerleaders staring at her pussy. Coach Marshall had pulled his shorts down around his ankles and had gotten down on his knees. Lauren had been happily looking up the skirts of the cheerleaders closest to her but, when her master knelt in front of her, she raised her head to look at him lovingly. He grinned at the slavish devotion on her face, his cock rising with expectation.
Coach Marshall moved forward and Lauren eagerly lifted her hips a little to meet him. He began to force himself inside her pussy, accompanied by the soft sound of flesh against flesh. Lauren exhaled slowly as he went up nearly to the hilt. She looked down at his cock as he began to pull out of her, savoring the sensation. The standing cheerleaders began to masturbate once more as they watched. They pumped their fingers deep into their pussies, imagining the thrill of having a real cock, the master's cock, inside of them. Lauren no longer had to imagine it. She groaned at the wonderful feeling of being used by the coach. He kept pushing into her and Lauren felt her muscles clamping instinctively around the shaft. She was already slick with her own juices from her earlier orgasm, so Coach Marshall could thrust easily. Lauren turned her eyes to his face, watching it tighten with the strain of holding back his seed. The other girls began moaning along with Lauren as the coach quickened his rhythm again. He grunted, holding on to the pleasure a little longer. Lauren's pussy felt like it was burning up; she needed release as badly as he did. Coach Marshall gave one final thrust and came. Lauren reached her own orgasm as she felt the hot liquid filling her up, coming in three spurts before the Coach pulled out his cock. Lauren let her head loll to one side, giving into the waves of ecstasy for as long as possible.
Coach Marshall made a gesture and the other girls, of which a few had also reached an orgasm, fell gleefully upon the two figures on the floor. Three settled around Coach Marshall: two began licking his cock clean while the third presented her pussy so that he could taste her. The remaining four girls surrounded Lauren, who still lay back mostly oblivious. The four of them took turns licking Lauren's pussy lips clean, and when there was no more cum to be found, they pressed their tongues inside of her, straining for more of the delicious fluid.
The girls were not trying to stimulate her, but Lauren grew turned on once again. The last vestiges of her orgasm had not entirely faded, and the sensation of eager little tongues along her pussy was rejuvenating. Lauren began climbing to the peaks of pleasure once again, whining in protest whenever the girls paused to trade places between her legs. When she was very close, she managed to tilt her head to look down at herself. An Asian girl, whose name Lauren had never learned, currently held the honor of trying to coax a bit more cum from her pussy. Lauren gave into the temptation and came before the girls switched again. Pussy juice coated the Asian girl's mouth and she paused for a moment to give Lauren an appreciative smile. Lauren laid her head back down, and let the other girls continue to work.
Several orgasms later, Coach Marshall called an end to the orgy. He stood up, his cock slick with saliva and his mouth gleaming with juices. Lauren roused herself and stood up on shaky legs, slower than the other slaves. She absently pulled her skirt back down to its proper place. Not out of any modesty, of course, but simply because it would be more enticing for Coach Marshall.
“Alright slaves,” Coach Marshall addressed the attentive group. “After one more individual picture-taking session, you will officially be the junior varsity cheer squad.”
All eight girls squealed excitedly and began hugging each other. This prompted renewed arousal and several girls began making out. Before the situation could devolve further, Coach Marshall called for attention once more. The girls untangled themselves, simultaneously pleased and embarrassed. Coach Marshall led the way to his office and told Lauren to come in first.
“Go ahead and start masturbating,” Coach Marshall said casually as he prepared his laptop and put on a pair of sunglasses.
Lauren sat down in the plump armchair and buried a hand underneath her skirt. Her pussy was still sensitive and she had no trouble remembering the wonderful feeling of being violated by Coach Marshall. Her fingers danced from her clit to the folds of her pussy lips.
The flashers started, but Lauren did not find herself completely overwhelmed as she usually did. She was still aware of the room and Coach Marshall, but everything had taken on a dreamlike quality. Coach Marshall approached her chair and Lauren began masturbating harder. He knelt down in front of the chair.
“What are you?” Coach Marshall asked, squeezing her breast through her top. *flash* *flash*
Lauren knew the answer as well as she knew her own name. “I’m your slave.”
“Yes.” *flash* “You like being my slave.”
That was true.*flash* *flash* That was definitely true. Lauren masturbated harder. Trying to focus, she said softly, “I like… I like being your slave.”
“You have no will. You have no mind of your own.” *flash* *flash* *flash* “You will always obey me.”
It was getting harder to think. *flash* Lauren’s entire being was focused on the spot between her legs. It felt so good. It was getting harder to think. Coach Marshall’s words were the truth. *flash* *flash* Lauren sank into the pleasure she was feeling, scarcely able to respond to the coach. “No will… mind… Always… obey.”
“Good girl.” *flash* *flash*
“I'm... good girl.” The frequency of the flashes increased and with them Lauren rubbed herself faster and faster.
*flash* *flash* “You made it, Lauren. You’re a cheerleader.” *flash* *flash* *flash*
Lauren smiled happily. *flash* She was a good girl, a cheerleader. She murmured, “…cheerleader…”
“I pick out my favorites to be the cheerleaders. My perfect slaves.” *flash* *flash*
She had been chosen. *flash* *flash* She rubbed herself faster and the climax approached. *flash* She was a favorite. She thought that she was going to burst. *flash* *flash* She was so close to cumming, but she couldn't, not yet. Her master had not told her that she could. *flash* *flash* *flash* She looked at him, pleading wordlessly for release.
“Cum, and be my slave forever.”
The slave came. And she was his, forever.