Part 1
Note: This Story contains Adult Language and Subjects. Do not read it if it is inappropriate for you to do so.
CAST Cheryl "Cherry" Chesterton = Our Heroine Candace "Candy" Cornell = Cherry's Best Friend, cheerleader captain Brian "Bull" Ballock = Cherry's New Boyfriend, football player Mark Morton = Cherry's Neighbor, kinda creepy Sonia Sardisian = Career Counselor, recruiter Dr. "Renny" Renfield = Scientist, researcher
Cheryl "Cherry" Chesterton was finally beginning to put her life together again. Cherry's parents had been killed by a drunk driver just months before. They left behind plenty of insurance, and Cherry had petitioned the court to be her own guardian and executrix. Presenting her own case, Cherry pointed out that she had her own car, a job, checking account, credit card and she did her own taxes. She so impressed the judge with her mature demeanor that she was allowed to manage her own affairs (with certain stipulations) until she actually turned 18 in less than a year.
The immediate aftermath, however, was a parade of high school friends trying to have her host parties at her house. She always turned them down; she didn't really drink or party.
Her best friend Candy did. Candy (Candace Cornell) was a senior, and the Captain of the Cheerleaders, she pushed to get Cherry (still a junior) on the varsity squad that year. The two of them had each had to put up with countless sophomoric jokes about their nicknames. Candy had really been there for her when her parents died. She now decided to get Cherry more involved in the social scene.
"It'll be good for you." Candy said; "Meet people, get out of your shell. Let the boys see just how pretty you really are."
Cherry had been something of a lone bookworm till now. She wore her dark hair in a long, tangled mess and tended to favour long skirts and bulky sweaters. She surprised even herself when she showed up for Cheerleader tryouts in a revealing dance outfit. She had finally shot up to 5'10" the summer before, and now she had filled out her new, taller, frame. Slender and graceful, she rounded out nicely along all the right curves, and was the very picture of athletic good heath. She had a particulary tiny, flat waistline that nicely accentuated her hips and full chest, without those areas being awkwardly huge.
Candy's ego wasn't at all threatened by the inclusion of the stunningly beautiful Cherry to the squad. Candy was 5'6", a little too short to be a fashion model, but otherwise looked like a dream centerfold. She had (naturally) blonde hair, intensely blue eyes, full lips, astounding, gravity-defying tits, and the powerful legs of a dedicated dancer.
With Candy's help, Cherry totally remade her image. She bought sexy, stylish new clothes and got her hair cut short. She got rid of her awkward-looking glasses, and bought several pairs of fashionable new glasses. Candy tried to talk her into contact lenses, but she refused. She didn't like contacts, and somehow her glasses were a last reminder to herself that she was a serious student and more than just another bubbly cheerleader. She got to hang out with the popular crowd.
All the boys at school sure noticed the change. Candy introduced her to some of the guys on the football team, and now Cherry had just started dating Brian Ballock (known as "Bull"), a senior, and the team's star running back.
"I hear that Bull is really huge!" Candy said in a conspiratorial tone soon after; "Is it true?"
"He's 6'4". There's a lot of guys bigger than that on the team." Cherry replied, a little embarrased.
"I don't mean his height, or his shoe size, either." Candy scolded. "Well?"
"We've only been out twice!" Cherry protested; "How would I know?"
"You'd better get moving," Candy warned,"Get a lock on his affections now. He's got plenty of college offers. He's likely to take up with some experienced college girl and forget all about you."
Cherry wasn't yet sure about her feelings for Bull. He seemed to take her for granted, but was jealous if she talked to any other guys. Other guys like Mark, who talked to her later that afternoon. As was his unsettling habit, he seemed to just suddenly appear by her side.
"You can do so better than that jerk, Bull Ballock." He warned her, "You're smart and nice and have a real future; and he just wants to score and then toss you aside to hunt his next trophy."
Mark and Cherry had been childhood friends, he lived two houses down from her, across the street. They still hung out together, not like they were dating or anything, mostly because they were in all the same "advanced" classes. At least they HAD hung out, until Cherry got on the cheerleading squad and decided to upscale her social circle. Mark was definately not part of the "In" crowd. He wasn't a Goth or a Stoner or a Nerd or a Jock or any of the other recognizable cliques. He got good grades, but stayed to himself.
"Look Mark, there's no point in putting down Brian." She told him, "You're not going to get me to dump him and take up with you. I think he's just what I need right now."
In the last few years, Mark had gotten a reputation as kinda creepy. Cherry was one of the few kids at school who still talked to him regularly. One rumour claimed he had occult powers. Another, still doubtful but more believable, said that he had written some software code and sold out for a small fortune. A game engine or encryption protocol or some such thing. People were oddly frightened of him. None of the bullies on campus ever picked on him.
"I just wanted you to know what you're getting involved with." He said, "Go in with open eyes."
"I appreciate your concern," She answered a bit coldly, "But I would think you, of all people, would realize that who I choose to be friends with is my own business."
She gave a pout and a half turn away. Another jealous male! She wondered if he would put up as much bluster as Bull, but when she looked, Mark was gone. He did that (came and went mysteriously) a lot.
It was probably for the best. Being in Bull's big strong arms made her feel safe and protected, something she wanted more than ever since she was on her own now. Besides, none of the other cheerleaders understood why she still talked to "the creepy guy". Mark had always been quiet, gentle and kind around her, but he was definitely a drag on her new popularity.
* * * * *
"Ms. Sardisian is here from the Academy Foundation to interview all of you." Coach introduced the tall, dark woman to the Varsity Cheerleaders. "She has information on grants, loans, summer intern positions, and full scholarships for Spirit Squad students who qualify."
Ms. Sardisian was very tall and slim. She had to be at least 6'2", but it was hard to tell exactly, since she had on black leather boots with raised soles and high heels. She had on a long black dress that accented her thinness. She had a slightly exotic face and long, straight black hair that went down to her waist. She set up a table at the far end of the gym, and interviewed the girls one at a time.
* * * * *
"Well, I left home for 5 weeks last year," Candy answered Ms. Sardisian's odd question, "My Mom's new boyfriend tried to hit me. I stayed at a friend's house and didn't miss any school. Mom dumped him when she found out what a jerk he was, but she was very angry with me for not telling her where I was." Candy paused, "Can I ask: what kind of jobs does the Academy Foundation offer, anyway?"
"Working with people, public relations mostly, Candace." Ms. Sardisian now seemed quite interested in Candy. "You can call me Sonia. Can you tell me more about your little disappearence last year?"
* * * * *
"So I own the house outright, but money will be tight for college unless I sell it." Cherry concluded.
"So you're completely on your own now, Cheryl?" Ms. Sardisian recapped, "How very admirable! I'm sure that will stand out on your application." She gave a cold smile.
* * * * *
Bull Ballock hated working so early in the morning, but at least it was only temporary till Ralph was able to do his regular route again. He was driving the big delivery truck, dropping off stacks of papers for the local carriers. It was 3:30 am and no one else in world was awake. That's why he noticed the white, windowless van pulling away from Candy Cornell's house. Even so, he wouldn't have thought twice about it if he hadn't later spotted the same van parked in front of Cherry Chesterton's place.
He was curious enough to stop around the corner where he could watch, turning his own lights off. Two big men wearing black jumpsuits came out her front door, carrying Cherry between them. She didn't seem to be struggling. They got in the van and sped off.
Candy and then Cherry, this must be some sort of cheerleader prank. Bull wondered if the cheerleaders had some sort of fake kidnapping as part of their initiation or something. On the spur of the moment, Bull decided that if the cheerleaders were having a secret party, he was going to crash it. Ignoring the few drop-offs he had left, he started up the truck and pulled out, following the mysterious white van.
The van got on the freeway and headed out of town up into the mountains. Bull tried to puzzle this out, cheerleader camp? Wouldn't they wait till the school year ended? He dropped back so he wouldn't get spotted, but was able to keep the van in sight. An hour later he found himself parked just off a dirt road behind a stand of trees, looking at the place the van had pulled up to. It was a group of buildings deep in the woods, that looked like it might be a summer camp, or an industrial park, or a military base. It was surrounded by a sturdy 12-foot fence topped with barbed wire.
Bull noticed that there was a steep ditch just inside the fence, and the barbed wire angled inward, more like a prison keeping people in than a security fence to keep people out. The guys in the van had gotten out to unlock the heavy gate, pulling through and locking it again behind them. There were no signs to tell him what this place was, just a big "No Trespassing" on the front gate.
Bull was starting to suspect that he had witnessed a real kidnapping, there was just too much wrong here. His suspicions were confirmed when 3 guys got out of the van and began dragging Candy and Cherry in the front door of the main building. The girls, still in their pajamas, were obviously struggling and screaming. Cherry managed to bring her heel down on the arch of the foot of the guy holding her, then took advantage of his reaction to knee him in the crotch, hard. She tried to run away, but her normally gracefull, atheletic movements were dizzy and uncoordinated. She must have been drugged. Her captors quickly grabbed her again.
He didn't have a phone or any way to contact the cops, so Bull was going to have to take action himself. By the time he realized the girls were in trouble, and got the truck started up, they were all in the front door. No matter. Bull pulled his massive vehicle out into the road again, and began building up speed. He rammed right through the main gate, scraps flying to either side. He considered plowing right into the main entrance as well, but he didn't know if Candy and Cherry might be just inside, besides, if he wrecked the truck they wouldn't have a getaway vehicle.
He pulled right up the front steps, jumped out and rushed inside, ready to do some serious damage and save the kidnapped cheerleaders.
* * * * *
Cherry woke up, stark naked, sitting on a folding chair in some sort of auditorium. Her wrists were fastened together with a plastic tie, awkwardly behind her back, and attached off to one side to the chair frame. Surprisingly, she was wearing her glasses. She could vaguely remember struggling as she was dragged out of the van, but nothing before or since. There were 12 other girls in the room, all fastened the same way, their chairs all facing one end of the room. Candy was two chairs over. She tried to get Candy's attention, but had a gag of some sort stuffed in her mouth and tied in place.
Several very large men, all wearing black jumpsuits, stood around the edge of the room, leaning against the walls with their arms crossed. Two people came in the door and stood in front of the rows of captive girls. A short, stooped, young-looking man in a white lab coat, and Ms. Sardisian.
"I am Mistress Sonia. Your attention, please."
She looked quite different from the day she had done interviews at their school. She had on black fishnet stockings with black 6 inch stiletto heels. A black corset cinched her waist in to an unbelievably, obscenely, tiny, wasp-like appearence, while pushing her breasts up to her chin. She carried a coiled black bullwhip. Her jet black hair was done in a single braid that came down to brush her bare ass.
One girl continued to struggle and try to make noise. Mistress Sonia made a simple motion with her arm, and the bullwhip snaked out and flicked the troublemaker lightly just beneath the chin. Her total control made it seem more like a bizarre tongue than an inanimate object. The girl shut up.
"Welcome, girls, to my Slut Academy. Some of you are here because a boyfriend thought you could benefit from our instruction; or, in one case, a father. One lovely young bride is actually here voluntarily, seeking the skills needed to meet the sophisticated demands by her older, more experienced husband. The rest of you have been forcibly recruited on spec. We will train you and then sell you to our regular customers. Now that you've entered The Slut Academy, there is no dropping out till the course is completed, weeks and weeks from now."
"With your constant, complete and full co-operation, nothing needs to be overly unpleasant. Your instructors will be my staff of 'Breakers' here. They are all brutal men who enjoy inflicting pain. Their job will be to rape each of you several times a day, often in ways that you're not now capable of imagining. Later, when your imagination has been expanded greatly, they will still find ways to astonish you."
"The objective here is to totally re-make you into a willing, wanton, fuck-junkie, SLUT. We will use every known technique, and the end result is inevitable. Good behavior will be rewarded with praise, privileges, and surprise treats. Bad behavior, (and we have very, very strict standards) will earn you punishment, humiliation, torture, and deprivation. You will be hypnotised, brainwashed and indoctrinated till your innermost thoughts as well as your outward behavior conform to our desires for you."
"Our greatest resource, and closest-held secret, is a regimen of powerful drugs that will destroy your desire to resist. My colleague, our resident genius Dr. Renfield, will now explain to you how they work. Any questions so far?"
Her forcibly muted audience could only cry and nod in desperation. Mistress Sonia stepped aside, then suddenly cracked her whip, louder than a gunshot, right over their heads.
"Pay Attention! You will be tested!" She snapped.
Dr. Renfield shuffled over to stand in front of them.
"You will all be given regular doses of substance "O". This will make you extremely, abnormaly, sensitive and sexually responsive.Your libido, your desire for intercourse, will be boosted exponentially. When engaging in sexual activities, you will experience, at the slightest stimulation or provocation, multiple, intense, often overwhelming, Orgasms. Strictly speaking, substance "O" is not physically addictive, but obviously you will come to enjoy and crave it more and more, along with the extreme level of sexual activity that it promotes and rewards."
"A very lucky 4% of those receiving prolonged treatment with substance "O" begin to develop a reaction to its presence. Their bodies begin producing ever-growing amounts of the natural enzymes and endorphines that "O" is intended to mimic. Even when "O" is no longer provided, these subjects continue to experience, full force, all of its effects."
"Some of you will also receive substance "I", a similar compound that directly stimulates your sexual selection process. Substance "I" will cause you to imprint on, and desire to mate exclusively with, the first male whose pheremones you encounter as the drug takes effect. Whereas "O" only lasts for 3 days or so, substance "I" can continue to affect you, (with ever-diminshing potency), for 30 to 60 days. The same subjects who react to exposure to "O" by boosting their bodies' production of natural alternatives are almost all similarly sensitive to "I". Large doses can provoke full-strength responses lasting for years. This results in fanatical mono-sexuality accompanied by reproductive desires not found with "O"."
"We will use "O" on all of you, to promote and incentivize your program of trained responses. Substance "I" will be given only to those girls pre-sold to specific clients. Since most clients want their new sluts to exhibit extreme promiscuity, rather than monogamous loyalty, there is seldom much demand. I believe the only subject here scheduled to receive "I" is Harriet, who's father is disinclined to share."
Dr. Renfield looked directly at one of the girls, then abruptly turned and left. Mistress Sonia stepped forward again.
"Dr. Renfield is too modest. Either of these drugs would be worth millions to us if we sold them on the black market, and hundreds of millions if we were able to sell them legally. Their effect on your behavior is revolutionary, and a large part of the basis for the high prices we are able to command for your training. Alas, as you will come to deeply regret, neither drug is available anywhere but here."
"Now you will be given your first dose of "O". I trust that you will all be a delight to educate and to discipline. Good day."
A pair of Breakers came up to Cherry and removed her gag. They threw a large white pill down her throat, followed by a glass of water. As she choked it down, and the Breakers moved on to the next girl, Cherry could hear Mistress Sonia and Dr. Renfield talking softly by the door.
"Why do you insist on this lecture, Mistress? They have no need to know these details, and there is nothing they can do about it anyway. Why all the 'Academy' pretense?"
"I consider myself a teacher, Renny. Maintaining the appearence of structure is important for the girls; and for the Breakers, as well. Besides, I delight in their expressions of terror, despair or defiance as their future unfolds before them."
Cherry didn't hear any more, as she blacked out.
* * * * *
When Bull charged down the hall he met two Breakers coming right at him. He rammed into one and would have broken through, but, unlike defensive linemen, they had pepper spray and stun guns. Now, bound and gagged, he found himself a captive kneeling before Mistress Sonia.
"Look at the magnificent shoulders on this boy!" She inspected him like she was a judge at the Livestock Fair. "It seems a shame to waste him. Let's see if his equipment matches his stature. Strip him."
She gave a little gasp as Bull was fully revealed to her. Then she was looking through his wallet.
"I think, Brian Ballock, that you should get an idea what we DO here with your cheerleader friends, and how you can FIT IN. I'm going to give you a tour, and then we'll have a LONG talk. We can always use new MEAT. I think when we're done you'll want to be a part of it, a BIG PART."