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The first seven (or eight, depending on how it's broken up) chapters of 
Cheerleader's Torment are by James Dawson. They can be found here:
http://members.tripod.com/~Monsieur_Ed/index.htm

The following story is both adult and potentially offensive in nature.
It is also pure fantasy. I do not approve of nor condone the 
mistreatment of women in any way. However, I acknowledge that patterns 
of submission and domination are instrinsic to human sexuality, and thus 
it is appropriate for both men and women to find stories that deal with 
these themes stimulating.
If this does not describe you, read something else.

-Bill
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Cheerleader's Torment Continued

by Bill Collins
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Chapter 11 - The Rough Cut, part 1

Across the four-lane highway from the WalMart, there was a strip mall 
containing an array of various small businesses. This, promised Mike, 
was where Jack and Ken were waiting with the car.

Kate was still shaky from the humiliating incidents in the store. She 
couldn't believe she'd been forced to draw so much unwanted attention 
upon herself. She reached up and felt the dog collar that was still 
fastened uncomfortably around her neck.

Led by Mike, the three of them stepped out into the crosswalk. Several 
cars pulled to a stop in order to let the pedestrians pass. Kate crossed 
her arms in front of her, trying not to think about the revealing outfit 
she was parading in the middle of traffic. To her horror, however, just 
as they were nearing the middle of the road, one of the cars began to 
honk at her.

Another car started honking.

"Hey! Nice bra!" she heard someone yell.

"Slow down, Kate," Mike warned. "Don't get in front of me."

Mike slowed his own pace down to an agonizing crawl. Kate had to shuffle 
slowly across the road while more and more cars slowed down to get a 
look at her. Another car gave her an appreciative honk.

Finally, they made it to the other side, and traffic picked up again. 
Mike laughed and gave her a slap on the ass. Her hands clenched 
involuntarily into fists.

There was the car, in the strip mall parking lot, but still no sign of 
Ken or Jack. Kate looked behind her at Tom, still carrying her t-shirt 
and underwear mashed up in his filthy little hands. It infuriated and 
sickened her to have him touching her private things.

While attempting to keep up with Mike, Kate managed brief look at the 
highway sign advertising the strip mall's various tenants, trying to 
determine where they could possibly be going: BJ's Liquor and Food? 
George Hamm Realtors? Subway? Eazy Fix Computer Repair? ... Oh god....

Red Hott Adult Book and Video.

Kate stumbled over a crack in the pavement and nearly took a painful 
dive. Mike turned around and told her to hurry up. She looked back at 
the sign to make sure she had read it right.

A porno shop. That had to be where they were going. She had never been 
inside such a place, but Kate imagined a dark, smelly cave full of 
perverts and child molesters. She shivered. They were going to make her 
go into one of these seedy little places, make her look at all the smut, 
and... Kate's heart raced...  and who knew what else.

Fighting the urge to run, she quickened her pace behind Mike. They 
passed by Subway. They passed by BJ's liquor. They passed by Eazy Fix 
Computers.

Mike stopped in front of a storefront with darkened windows. Here they were.

"Ok, Kate. One last errand to run."

He walked up to her and slipped a finger underneath the collar, putting 
uncomfortable pressure against her windpipe.

"You be good in here, and we'll be off to the cabin before you know it."

He opened the door. Kate took a deep breath and stepped through.

The interior of Red Hott was neither as dark nor as dirty as she'd 
imagined. The floors were vacuumed. The shelves were neat. She almost 
imagined she was inside a Blockbuster Video store until she looked at 
the far wall and saw a poster advertising "Anal Cum Sluts III."

Below the title, the poster featured a naked woman with enormous 
breasts. Her skin was damp. Her legs were spread. Though she was peering 
straight at the camera, a seductive expression plastered haphazardly 
across her face, her left hand was absent-mindedly stroking an absurdly 
large penis that poked in from off-frame. Kate looked away with shame.

The store appeared empty until a discreet curtain near Anal Cum Sluts 
III parted and an employee emerged. He was big man, thick muscular arms 
criss-crossed with tribal tatooing. He was young, probably under 30, and 
his features seemed to show some Native American blood, although Kate 
couldn't be sure. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, 
counterbalanced by a small tuft of facial hair on his chin.

"Sorry. We're closing up in about five minutes, guys," he told Mike, "If 
you want, we--"

The big guy stopped short when he caught sight of Kate.

"Oh. It's you. Your friends are back in the studio. Just head through 
that curtain there."

Mike walked up to shake his hand.

"Mr. Erikson. I'm Mike. We talked on the phone."

"Hey, what's up, my man. Call me Bear."

Bear broke out into a big grin as he looked from Mike to Tom to Kate to 
Kate's breasts.

"Lemme just lock this door here, and we'll head back," Bear offered. 
"They've been showing me some raw footage, but that blonde kid, what's 
his name, says they've got a rough cut ready, too."

With growing trepidation, Kate followed Mike, Tom and Bear back to the 
"studio."

The back room of Red Hott was much larger than expected. The hardwood 
floor was covered with an expansive oriental rug. Lighting and camera 
equipment were stacked in one corner, and next to this pile was a big 
wood table cluttered with video tapes, paperwork, and, to Kate's alarm, 
an array of sex toys: dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and many other 
objects that she could not hope to recognize.

At the other end of the studio was a leather couch, where Jack and a 
skinny older man with a graying moustache and thick eyeglasses were 
sitting. Ken was standing by a large screen television, attempting to 
hook something up.

"This is my associate, Cliff," said Bear, opening up a closet and 
producing several folding chairs. "Cliff, this is Mike. The guy who set 
this thing up."

"Ah. So very pleased to meet you," greeted Cliff, in a strange, possibly 
affected, Slavic accent. "And you, young lady. Such a gorgeous figure."

Kate was offered a spot on the couch, between Cliff and Mike. She didn't 
dare refuse. The rest of the room's males arranged themselves, either 
standing or sitting on folding chairs, so that they could see the 
television. Mike asked Ken if everything was ready, and Ken nodded.

"Now, this is only a rough cut," Ken muttered as he pushed some buttons 
on a camera connected to the big plasma screen.

Kate dug her nails into her thigh, trying not to tremble at what she 
knew was coming. She felt as if her chest were about to cave in.

The film started up. As expected, Kate's face popped up on the screen. 
It was at the rest stop, and she was wearing her blindfold. The smile 
that Mike had ordered her to maintain seemed surprisingly realistic. As 
the camera zoomed out, it was revealed that the smiling, blindfolded 
girl had her shirt off and was standing around a public rest stop 
flashing her bra-clad breasts around for the benefit of several onlookers.

Kate watched with horror as her video-self bent over and puckered her 
lips coquettishly. The video cut to another scene moments later: Kate, 
no longer blindfolded but with her eyes closed tight, was reaching 
behind her to unhook her bra. The camera panned over to catch the 
wide-eyed reactions of two travelling salesmen and then back to Kate as 
her beautiful nude tits popped into view.

"Best jugs I've seen in a while. First class." commented Bear.

"Dee nipples have good form. Dark rose coloring. Perfect," corroborated 
Cliff.

On the screen, the two men were now weighing and fondling her first 
class jugs and tugging on her perfect rose-colored nipples. A close-up 
revealed her nipples to be erect and aroused. In a wider shot, she was 
horrified to see that she had managed to maintain that same fake smile 
even while her breasts were mauled by these two strangers. The way it 
was cut together, it looked like she might be enjoying all the attention!

The scene changed once again, this time to Kate standing topless in 
front of Mike's car. There was a crowd gathered around. The salesmen, as 
well as several disreputable little skater kids could be seen in the 
sides and foreground. Kate saw herself, apparently voluntarily, reach 
down and unbutton her jeans, pulling them down below her panties. She 
watched as she leaned over the hood of the car, mashing her breasts 
against the dusty metal surface.

When they cut to a shot of Kate, still bent over the hood, reaching back 
to pull her panties down, she had to close her eyes. "Ready, Kate?" she 
heard a voice on the video say. "Yes," came her reply, then the furious 
flesh-slapping sound of Mike's hand hitting her ass over and over.

"Open your eyes, Kate," Mike said, next to her, "or you're going to be 
reenacting this scene sooner than you think."

Kate obediently opened her eyes, although her vision was now blurred 
with tears. On screen, she saw the supple meat of her ass cheeks 
jiggling after each fresh blow. Her entire butt was emitting a rosy glow.

Suddenly, they were in Auggie's restaurant. Kate, dressed in a skimpy 
bikini top, was holding a ketchup bottle in front of her crotch and 
stroking it like a prosthetic penis. Behind her, Mike was fondling her 
breasts.

Kate's mind reeled. The way the video was edited together, it was 
impossible to tell that she wasn't a willing participant in all this.

The humiliating footage continued. On the screen, her breasts were now 
fully bared and Mike was pouring cold water over her chest. Behind her, 
Bear let out an appreciative whoop. Kate felt her face burning with 
shame, but she kept her eyes locked on the screen, scared to look left 
or right.

The picture dissolved to reveal Kate, wearing only her panties, 
obediently bending over the diner's formica tabletop. The camera zoomed 
in on her ass: her white panties had been pulled up, wedging much of the 
material into her crack. Suddenly, a hand appeared in the frame. It 
grabbed the top of Kate's panties and pulled them violently downward, 
exposing her naked ass for the eager audience.

"Great shots. Great shots," raved Bear as, on screen, Kate's bottom was 
pummeled with a series of stinging blows courtesy of Mike's spatula. 
Footage of her ass was interspersed with shots of her face, reacting to 
the spanking.

Suddenly, the movie cut to Kate, naked from the waist down with her butt 
a deep shade of red, kneeling on a stool with her elbows on the counter. 
When the greasy figure of Auggie entered the picture carrying a tub of 
margarine, the real-life Kate shuddered with the knowledge of what was 
coming next.

With visible relish, Auggie dipped his fingers into the plastic 
container and began to slather margarine all over Kate's waiting ass. 
The camera zoomed in for the money shot as Auggie pulled apart her 
cheeks and slipped a finger into her asshole.

"Mmmmm," said Cliff, and Kate could feel him looking at her.

The scene shifted to the hotel room. Kate was completely naked, laying 
across the skinny clerk's lap, receiving another rough spanking.

Before long, the spanking dissolved into footage of Kate facing the 
camera, grinding her naked butt into the clerk's crotch while the old 
man reached around and fondled her breasts.

Now the pool: Kate looking coquettishly at the camera, her tight black 
dress making her look both seductive and trampy. Kate on all fours, her 
panties around her knees, sticking her exposed bottom into the air. Kate 
lifting up her dress and spreading apart her shaved pussy.

Finally, the film cut to footage of Kate sitting on the lounge chair, 
rubbing herself furiously. She began to arch her back, and little moans 
escaped her. It looked genuine. It looked as if Kate, so turned on by 
everything that had happened to her, by the spankings and the poses and 
the lap dance, could no longer resist touching herself.

The film came to an abrupt end. It was worse, much worse, than Kate 
could possibly have imagined. She knew that she must do whatever it took 
to ensure that no one ever saw it.

"That was some of the finest pornography I ever saw," said Bear. "I'll 
need to talk it over with my partner, but I think we're definitely 
interested."

"Definitely interested," Cliff echoed.

Kate became instantly alarmed. Was Mike going to sell the videos of her? 
After he'd promised not to show them to anyone?

"I don't know if we can offer you as much as some of the bigger 
distributors," Bear continued, scratching his goatee with one big paw, 
"but maybe we can work something out. Cut you guys in somehow..."

Kate turned to Mike, her eyes wild with fear. She knew she had to do 
something. Step in.

"N-no," she whispered to Mike, although everyone in the room could hear 
her, "you promised. You can't..."

"Kate's right, Bear," said Mike, "we can't sign off on anything without 
her permission. Besides, you might have some trouble getting this movie 
on shelves. Our model's under 18."

Cliff turned to look at Kate with curiosity. Bear was momentarily stunned.

"She's under--...Well, shit! Then what the hell was this all about? That's 
one hot video, but I can't sell it."

For some reason, Bear seemed to be angry with Kate, as if her age were 
her fault.

"I'll tell you two what," Mike assured him. "We can't sell you the 
movie. But for a small fee, you could be a part of it. Stand up, Kate."

Oh god, thought Kate. Mike had repeatedly promised not to let things get 
"out of hand," but here in this small room, with six men, she felt very, 
very vulnerable.

Obediently, she rose from the couch. At first it felt as if her legs had 
turned to jelly, and she wobbled uncertainly as she tried to find a calm 
pose. She adjusted her chafing dog collar, trying not to think about 
what might be coming next.

"Shit, man. I don't know..." said Bear, exchanging a look with Cliff, "I 
thought we were here to talk business."

Mike seemed oblivious of Bear's hesitation. He walked behind Kate and 
put his hands on her shoulders.

"Kate, these two people have been very helpful in letting us use their 
set-up here to screen your film. Aren't you glad to have had the chance 
to see it?"

Kate's lip trembled. She was mortified to have seen it.

"Before we move on, I want you to do something, and it might be a little 
hard for you."

Jack snickered at this, but Mike flashed him a look.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before, Kate?"

Kate looked at him with horror, not knowing what to say.

"Oral sex, Kate. Have you ever performed it?"

Kate tentatively shook her head. She looked over to see Bear watching 
this odd exchange with curiosity. He was a huge man, perhaps a full foot 
taller than Kate and several times her weight.

"Kate, I want you to go over to our good friend Bear here, and I want 
you to drop down to your knees and put his cock in your mouth."

Kate didn't protest. She didn't argue. She just did nothing.

She couldn't. Her body wouldn't move, wouldn't voluntarily place itself 
in that degrading position. So she just stood, as if waiting for 
something to save her.

Several agonizing moments of silence passed.

Mike sighed.

"Close your eyes, Kate."

Kate was startled. What was this? Had her passive resistance paid off? 
Or did Mike have something much worse in store? Fear overtook her.

"Please..."

"Just close your eyes, Kate."

Mike's voice did not sound angry, but Kate knew she had made a terrible 
error. Yet, she couldn't imagine anything more terrifying that having to 
put this gargantuan stranger's penis in her mouth and do... do god knows 
what with it.

When she'd shut her eyes tight, she heard Mike move away from her and 
begin whispering with Bear, whose murmurs of assent were the only bits 
of dialogue she could make out.

"Put your arms behind your back. And open your mouth wide," Mike ordered.

Kate began shaking, but she did her best to comply. She heard bodies 
moving all around her, and it was difficult to keep her eyes shut.

"Wider, Kate."

Kate tried to force her jaw to open wider. She felt Mike reach up and 
touch her face. He gently pushed her mouth open even further and placed 
some sort of rubber ball between her teeth. Kate was confused.

All of a sudden, someone grabbed her wrists from behind and snapped on a 
set of handcuffs. Kate opened her eyes in surprise and began to 
struggle, but two more sets of hands held her steady.

At the same moment that the handcuffs locked into place, Mike forced the 
ball deeper into her mouth while someone else strapped it around her head.

Kate tried to scream, a high-pitched "Mmmmmmphhhh!" muffled by the ball gag.

"Is this what you want, Kate?!" Mike shouted at her, his voice 
dramatically different from moments before. "Because this is what you're 
going to get when you don't cooperate!"

Kate had become a scared animal, no longer thinking about the tapes or 
the pictures or the cheerleading team, simply struggling out of pure 
instinct. On either side of her, Tom and Jack held her shoulders firm.

"Over to the table," Mike ordered.

Jack and Tom dragged her over to table. Bear cleared some of the papers 
and equipment to make room for her. Violently, Jack grabbed her 
handcuffed wrists and forced her torso down onto the varnished wood 
surface. Tom knelt down and grabbed her ankles, holding them in place.

The wind momentarily knocked out of her from being slammed down against 
the table, Kate stopped struggling. Her position, her arms wrenched 
uncomfortably behind her, her breasts being painfully crushed beneath 
her by Jack's brutal downward pressure, her jaws forced apart by the 
rubber ball, was excruciating.

"So you won't give our friend a blowjob..."

Mike strode to the side of the table, so that Kate could see him. In his 
hands, he was carrying what appeared to be a wide strip of leather with 
a wooden handle.

"Well, we'll see how long it takes for you to change your mind. Cameras 
rolling?"

(To be continued...)

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