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Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleader's Torment Continued, Chapter 10 (nc, nosex)
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I received a flood of feedback after chapters 8 & 9. Thanks everyone so 
much for your comments and suggestions. It's encouraged me to keep going 
with this series.
Balancing realistic non-consensuality versus the need for erotic action 
is surprisingly difficult, but your emails made me think that maybe I 
was on the right track.
This chapter's a bit softer, but I promise things pick up again in 11.

Once again, this is a continuation of a nearly decade old story by 
A.S.S. legend James Dawson. The first seven parts can be found here:
http://members.tripod.com/~Monsieur_Ed/Welcome.htm
I am not affiliated with Mr. Dawson or the site above.

The following is adult and potentially quite offensive in nature. Read 
at your own risk.

-Bill
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Cheerleader's Torment Continued

by Bill H. Collins
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Chapter 10 - Girls Love Shopping

The hours passed more quickly than Kate expected, and much more quickly 
than she could have wished. She had barely had time to settle herself, 
to stop her tears and to wash the makeup off her face, before Mike was 
knocking on the door: "Time to head out, Kate!"

She had been unsure what pair of panties to put on: one was still 
slightly damp and the other she had just been forced to blow her nose 
into. She briefly considered wearing her swimsuit bottom or, more 
dangerous, nothing at all, but there was something about the white 
cotton panties that made her feel more secure, despite all evidence to 
the contrary.

She finally settled on the panties-turned-handkerchief, wiping them down 
briefly before slipping them on. Finding that her jeans still had a damp 
spot on the crotch, she decided to put on her cutoff shorts. These 
showed off her long, shapely legs more than she might have desired, but 
it was better than going out in public looking like she'd wet herself.

She completed the ensemble with a bra and t-shirt, gathered her 
belongings into her bag, and walked out to the Rainbow's End parking lot 
to meet whatever new cruelty fate had in store for her.

---

On Mike's instruction, Kate threw her bag into the trunk and got into 
the back seat between Jack Wilcox and Tom. Mike sat up front with Ken 
behind the wheel. The car started up, and they pulled onto the highway 
once again.

Kate tried to keep her eyes locked firmly on the road ahead of her, 
ignoring the fixated way both Tom and Jack kept staring at her bare 
legs. After they had been on the road fifteen minutes or so, Mike turned 
around.

"I hope you don't mind, Kate. We decided the mall was going to take too 
much time, so we're just going to swing by WalMart instead. I hope 
you're not too disappointed."

Kate shook her head.

"I know how much you love Hot Dog on a Stick..."

Jack laughed.

"...but this WalMart's a lot more convenient."

Kate pressed her knees together and tried to watch the road. Convenient 
to what?

---

It wasn't until they were making their way through the second set of 
automatic doors that Kate noticed the absence of Jack and Ken. She stole 
a glance behind her as she walked past the old man serving as WalMart's 
"greeter," but it was just her, Mike and Tom. Perhaps Mike wanted to 
keep a low profile, she decided.

"Blow the old guy a kiss, Kate," Mike whispered to her.

Embarrassed to make eye contact, Kate self-consciously blew an awkward 
kiss in the greeter's direction.

"Why thanks, little lady," she heard blue-aproned senior say, "I'll keep 
that someplace special."

Kate continued following Mike and Tom, saying nothing. Eventually, the 
three of them reached the lingerie department, just as she had feared. 
Mike perused the racks of sensual undergarments nonchalantly.

"Kate, you're... what? A 36 D?" Mike asked

Kate blushed. Did he have to talk so loud?

"Bra size, Kate. 36 D?"

"Four," Kate mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"What's that?"

"Th-thirty four. Thirty four D."

"Okay. Let's see here..."

Mike began hunting around the racks. Kate looked around her nervously. 
The store did not seem terribly crowded, but there were still customers 
strolling by at a steady rate. She wondered what they must think of her, 
shopping for underwear with her two male companions. Suddenly, Mike 
returned from his foraging.

"Here we are. I think this will do nicely."

Kate looked in horror at the red, lacey atrocity that Mike held up to 
her. It was a matching set, bra and panties, both clipped together on a 
single hanger with the sort of trashy flair that only the WalMart 
lingerie department could provide. She couldn't imagine herself wearing 
something like that.

"Go ahead and try 'em on."

Kate gulped but knew better than to argue. She took the hanger from Mike 
and started off towards the changing room.

"Naw, Kate. That's gonna take forever. Just throw it on right here."

Kate stopped in her tracks.

"You mean... o... over my clothes?"

"This is lingerie, Kate. No, not fucking over your clothes. You know 
better than that. Come on, there's no one around."

"B-but somebody could come any second. Please. I mean... We'll get kicked 
out of the store..."

"Then you better fucking hurry. Just think how much attention a 
bare-bottom spanking is going to draw to us. I'm sure WalMart would not 
approve."

Terrified, Kate arranged herself so that a rack of discount panties was 
between herself and the aisle. Frantically, she sprang into action. Just 
like she did changing for gym class in middle school, Kate tried to 
minimize the amount of time she was nude while finishing the job as 
quickly as possible.

She unhooked her bra underneath her shirt and then pulled both shirt and 
bra off in one gesture. However, this still left her in the middle of a 
public shopping area with her huge naked tits on display for several 
agonizing moments while she tried to figure out how to put on her bra's 
sexier replacement.

At last, she managed to get it on. This did not make her feel any less 
self-conscious, however, since the loud color of the bra drew all 
attention straight to her chest. Furthermore, it pushed her breasts up 
so that they stuck out straight in front of her, and the delicate lacey 
cups barely concealed her nipples.

"Can I- Can I take it off, now?"

Mike strolled up to her. Desperately, she looked around her. Someone was 
going to come, she knew it.

"Hands at your sides, Kate."

She complied. Mike reached a hand out and gave one of her breasts a 
squeeze. Tom snapped a covert picture and quickly concealed the camera.

"Yeah, this is real sexy, don't you think? We'll buy it. A little 
present for you after all your hard work. Put the panties on, too."

"Oh god..."

Kate hurried to pull off her shorts and white panties, not even 
bothering to take off her tennis shoes. She slipped on the skimpy red 
panties and pulled them all the way up. It was a thong, something 
foreign to Kate, and she was surprised how uncomfortably it rode up her ass.

"Oh god... Can I please get dressed now? Someone's gonna come..."

"Just put your shorts on over. We'll wear them out of the store."

How was that going to work? This wasn't a pair of shoes they were 
talking about. Yet, Kate, desperate to cover herself, made no argument. 
She simply put her shorts back on as quickly as she could possibly 
manage. As she reached for her shirt, however, Mike stopped her.

"I think you could use a new top, too, Kate. Stay right there."

Mike disappeared around a corner, and she was forced to stand there, 
still wearing nothing over her torso but that gaudy and revealing 
brassiere, with no one but Tom to protect her. She placed the t-shirt in 
front of her breasts, shielding them from his leering gaze. All of a 
sudden, Tom spoke to her.

"Hey, you ever been fucked in the ass?"

Kate didn't know what to say. She just stood there, her stomach reeling, 
staring at him while he snickered to himself. What a vile little troll, 
she thought. The thought of him touching her was as sickening as it was 
terrifying. Something malevolent and ruthless in Tom's eyes made her 
more scared of him even than the others.

"I hope Mike lets us fuck you," he continued, his slow, mocking drawl 
seeping under her feet like a sewage leak. "I hope I get to--"

Someone was coming around the corner, and Tom immediately fell silent. 
Kate did her best to crouch behind the panty rack, folding her arms 
across her chest.

It was Mike. In his hands, he was carrying a sheer white blouse. He 
tossed it to Kate.

"See if this top fits. It was on sale."

Kate gratefully grabbed the blouse, eager to cover herself. Before she 
could slip her arms through the holes, however, a large woman in a blue 
apron rounded the corner with a stack of merchandise. When she saw Kate, 
standing in the middle of the store wearing nothing but a gaudy red bra 
over her enormous tits, the flustered employee nearly toppled over 
backwards.

"Oh! Oh my, I do apologize, Miss," she stammered, trying her best to 
look away, "I didn't mean--Excuse me. I'll- uh- I'll find someone to let 
you into the fitting rooms."

The woman tripped over herself backing away and out of sight. Kate 
watched her go, mortified at the scene she had just made. Meanwhile, 
Mike began helping her with the blouse.

"We better hurry up and finish our shopping before you have to talk to a 
manager, Kate."

Kate began to frantically help Mike button the blouse all the way up. 
She dreaded having to explain to WalMart management why she had chosen 
to disrobe in the middle of the store. Couldn't she be arrested for 
something like that? Public indecency? Wasn't that a law? Nervously, she 
glanced overhead and saw an abundance of security cameras, many of which 
would have picked up perfect footage of her nudity. What had she done?

Finally, she managed to close the blouse, several sizes too small, 
around her chest and to button the final button.

"Come on, Kate. Just one last thing to complete the ensemble, then we 
can check out. Tom, grab Kate's panties, will you?"

With Mike's hand pressing her back, Kate scurried briskly away from the 
lingerie section, stealing a brief look behind her to see Tom picking up 
her shirt and underwear as Mike instructed.

As they walked, the other customers they passed stared at Kate. Some 
flashed her looks of disgust, some curiosity. Most of the men, however, 
gazed at her with hunger and transparent lust. Kate blushed deep red and 
avoided all these eyes.

Before leaving WalMart's vast clothing wing, Kate caught a brief glimpse 
of herself in a full-length mirror. Immediately, she understood the way 
people were looking at her. Her appearance was ridiculous, although 
tormentingly sexual. The blouse was completely inappropriate for her 
shorts and tennis shoes, and, while it was too tight, it nevertheless 
hung down low enough to make it look like she was wearing no pants at 
all. Worse, though, it was completely see-through. The red brassiere 
displayed itself underneath the white material in full glory, available 
to even the most casual observer.

Blushing worse than ever, Kate concentrated on the linoleum floor as she 
continued to let Mike parade her through the store. Finally, they turned 
down an aisle. Kate looked up to see where they were and was puzzled to 
find that the sign overhead read "Pet Supplies." Mike began to browse.

"Hmmmm... Let's see," pondered Mike, "This looks like a good one."

 From off the shelf, Mike selected a red, plastic dog collar and 
detachable leash.

"Let's see if this works. Hold still, Kate."

Kate tensed but did not move. Mike adjusted the collar and then slipped 
it around Kate's neck. The front fastened with a snap. He attached the 
leash.

Mike stepped back to admire the effect, the leash trailing from Kate's 
collarbone to his right hand. By this time, Tom had caught up with them 
and was watching over Mike's shoulder.

"Let's see if it works."

Mike grinned and tugged on the leash.

"Sit," he commanded.

Kate looked down the aisle, desperately. No one was around. But for how 
long?

"Sit," said Mike again.

Knowing she had no choice, Kate did her best to do as she hoped Mike 
wanted. Trembling, she lowered herself to the ground, attempting to sit 
Indian-style on the shiny plastic floor.

"No, Kate. All fours."

Kate gulped and adjusted herself. She knelt down facing Mike and put her 
hands down on the floor in front of her, causing her ass to stick out 
and her breasts to dangle beneath her.

"Good dog. Now, crawl."

Mike tugged the leash again, and Kate hesitatingly began to crawl 
towards him on all fours. The effect was humiliating. Please, don't let 
anyone see me doing this, she thought. Please--

"What the HELL is going on here?" a voice boomed from behind her.

Kate looked behind her to see a black man in a security guard uniform.

"You kids needa quit screwing around and get the hell outta this store. 
This issa place of business!"

The guard seemed to be mostly addressing Mike, but Kate saw his eyes 
drifting down frequently towards her bottom, which was still sticking up 
into the air.

"Jeez, we're really sorry, sir," Mike said cheerfully as he strolled 
over to shake hands with the guard, "See, my girlfriend here, she 
sometimes likes..."

Kate got up from the ground and tried to listen to their conversation, 
but she was distracted when Tom leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Don't say a goddamn word, or you'll be sorry," he hissed.

Kate shivered.

"Man, I don't want to know nothing 'bout none of that!" the guard was 
bellowing, "You three just gotta get outta this here store NOW, before I 
call the cops!"

"Alright. Alright. We're going," Mike said. "C'mon, Kate. I told you 
your little games would get us kicked out. Let's pay for our purchases 
and go."

Mike detached the leash but kept the collar around her neck. As he led 
her out of the Pet Supplies aisle, she heard the security guard 
hollering at them.

"Man, gettin' all nekkid in the middle of the store then lettin' 
yourself get drug around like a dog? What the hell's wrong with you, Girl?"

Mike ignored him as he marched Kate up to the front of the store, Tom 
skulking close behind. There were few people checking out, and Kate 
found herself pushed immediately in front of a cashier, a dark-haired 
boy not much older than she was. The boy looked at Kate's dog collar 
with puzzlement, then his eyes drifted downward towards her chest, and 
his puzzlement turned to fascination.

"Um..." he muttered, unsure of how to proceed. Luckily, Mike was there to 
remind him of his duties.

"Hi. Sorry. We're kind of wearing all our merchandise, I'm afriad. Kate 
here just couldn't wait to try it all on."

"Oh. Ah... What would you... um... what should I... that is... ring up?"

"It's just the dog leash. The collar. That blouse that Kate's wearing. 
And also the little red number she's got on underneath."

The checker gulped and nodded. Mike found the tag sticking out from 
Kate's blouse and told her to lean in.

She complied, raising herself to her tiptoes and leaning over the 
register so that the cashier could swipe the tag with his barcode reader.

"Thanks... um... your... uh... collar, too."

Kate winced and leaned further over, craning her neck out so that the 
young attendant could read the barcode sticker. As she did, she felt her 
breasts pushing up against the register painfully. The machine beeped, 
acknowledging the dog collar.

"Right. And for the... um... the other items? You want me to... uh... you want 
me to call in a... like, a price check or what?" the cashier asked, 
shifting his weight with uncertainty.

"That won't be necessary," replied Mike. "I believe there's a barcode on 
the bra. Show him, Kate."

Kate took a deep breath before replying simply: "Where?"

"I believe there's a tag underneath the left cup. Open up your shirt and 
let's get out of here."

Kate looked around. The store was by no means empty. The man at the 
adjacent checkout line was helping a customer, but every so often he 
looked over his shoulder to observe the scene at his coworker's 
register. People continued to walk by, both in front and behind, and 
many of them were looking right at her. Kate bit her lip, trying to 
steady her nerves, as she reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse.

She worked quickly, and her chest soon popped free of its confine. Many 
people were now watching her, she was sure. She opened the blouse wide 
open and thrust her breasts up to cashier.

"Please do it quickly," she pleaded softly.

However, between the cashier's nervousness and Kate's, it was difficult 
to steady the shaking barcode reader long enough to scan the tag on the 
underside of Kate's also-shaking tits.

"Um... uh..." the young man fumbled, "uh... Here. May I?"

The cashier finally grabbed Kate's breast and, lifting it up, held it 
steady long enough to perform the scan. The machine beeped, and he was 
just about to reluctantly relinquish the enticing globe of flesh when a 
shout from behind made them both stop and turn.

"Hey! What the hell did I tell you? This ain't that kinda store!"

The security guard was advancing on them. Kate tore herself away from 
the cashier and tried to cover herself. Mike took a fifty dollar bill 
from his pocket and set it on the counter.

"Keep the change. Let's move, Kate."

They began to run, Tom close behind, Kate trying desperately to button 
up the blouse.

"Hey! Hey, you! Stop! I'm callin' the cops!"

Kate ran furiously. It seemed that dozens of faces were watching her. 
She imagined the scene that these customers must have witnessed: her 
running her own breasts through the WalMart checkout. She couldn't 
imagine anything more cheap and trashy, and her eyes welled up with 
tears. They ran past the old greeter and out through the automatic doors.

Despite the guard's apparent anger, once outside it did not appear as 
though they were in danger of further pursuit, and they stopped to catch 
their breath. Mike let out a laugh, and Tom chuckled through his wheezing.

"Wasn't that fun, Kate?"

Kate sniffed back her tears and said nothing. She looked around for the 
car. It was nowhere to be seen.

"Let's go, Kate," Mike said, beckoning her to follow. "We're meeting 
Jack and Ken across the street. We've got one more stop to make."

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