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Cheerleader's Torment IV (teens, orgy)
by James Dawson


Chapter Four


	"NOOOO, PLEASE...." cried Kate. 
	It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position 
she was in-  standing in nothing but her jeans in a parking lot she 
couldn't even see, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows 
pulled wide apart. H
er huge breasts sat there, sticking out rudely, on offer like 
cantaloupes at the supermarket.
	Now Mike told her that, keeping her eyes closed, she had to 
endure some stranger touching them.
	She felt adrenaline pump into her stomach.
	"Just a little feel." he said. "Now, I'll be standing here the 
whole time. And remember, you can't move a muscle."
	"Oh, please..." she sobbed.
	"Now if you do," Mike continued, "if you move- no matter what 
happens- it'll be the same as if we caught  you looking, you 
remember..."
	"Oh God..."
	"That's right, jeans and panties down for a spanking."
	Kate's head swirled, and she felt as though she might throw up. 
	She heard footsteps.
	"Hi there." It was a man's voice.
	Again, she fought the urge to panic.
	"Come, on Kate," said Mike. "Say hello."
	Did he HAVE to torment her like this?
	"H..hi..." She clinched her eyes shut.
	Kate stood rooted to the spot.
	"Now, what will happen if you move?" asked Mike.
	She could feel men standing around her. She could hear their 
breathing.
	"Come on Kate, what will happen?"
	She clinched her eyes shut.
	"A sssaa...ss...sspanking..."
	"That's right, a spanking. And where will you get it?"
	"Oh my God, please...please don't do this..."
	"Come on Kate," Mike continued, "where will you get it..."
	"On..on..mmy...bottom...."
	"That's right. And what kind of shape will your bottom be in?"
	"Bbb...bare..."
	"God," said a man's voice. He sounded much older. "That sure 
sounds good to me." He coughed.
	"Come on, sweetie, open your eyes..." said another.
	"Now," continued Mike, "just to serve as a little reminder, Kate, 
while keeping your arms in place, turn yourself around so that we can 
get a good look at your bottom."
	It was not enough to be standing here with her breasts sticking 
out like this. She swallowed hard and decided not to argue. The stakes 
were just too high. Slowly she turned herself around so that her back 
was facing them
.
	"Wow, that sure is a nice ass." It was another man's voice.
	"Yeah," laughed the first man. "It reminds me of a horse I once 
saw..."
	They all laughed.
	"Kinda hard to tell in those jeans though..."
	Kate heart started pumping wildly.
	"Now, now," said Mike. "We did promise her that if she doesn't 
move unless we say so that she can keep her jeans on."
	"Awwww," someone said.
	"But," Mike continued, "she could bend over for us a bit to show 
us the nice shape...couldn't you Kate."
	She couldn't respond.
	"Sure you could." Mike said. "Now keep your arms in position, and 
just bend over at the waist..."
	Another sob escaped her full lips.
	"KATE!"
	She did it. She bent at the hips, with her elbows sticking out 
horizontally like the wings of a bird. Her big nude tits hung straight 
down unencumbered. They wobbled slightly.
	"Bend one knee, and keep the other leg straight."
	She did.
	"Great...now bend over a little farther..." 
	She bent over even further. 
	"That's right," said Mike. "Really stick it out there."
	Tears started to trail down her nose and fall to the pavement in 
little splatters. She could hear them walking around her.
	She heard someone come around to her left and squat down. She 
could hear breathing inches away. She heard him get down on the ground 
to look up at her. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, as she 
imaging the sight
 her big hanging breasts were making for him.
	"You sure have great tits.." the man said.
	"Yeah." another man, suddenly on the other side.
	She tried not to think about them. She heard the music and tried 
to tune in.
	"Say, ‘thank you,' Kate" said Mike suddenly.
	"Please..."
	"Come on, Kate."
	"Th...th...thank you."
	They all chuckled.
	"Well, you're welcome, Doll."
	"Okay," said Mike. "Let's get you back into position. Turn around 
and stand up again, but keep your arms where they are.
	Once again she turned around and repositioned herself in the 
obscene pose, hands behind neck, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust 
forward.
	"Fred, you EVER seen tits that nice?"
	"No sireee."
	"Are these things real, sweetheart?"
	"Y...yes." She knew she better answer.
	"I don't see no scars, Bob."
	"Sometimes they're underneath."
	"Yeah, let's see."
	Though she had braced herself, the touch was like an electric 
shock, and she flinched.
	"Sorry..." she said quickly, hoping it wouldn't count.
	There was chuckling, but no one said anything.
	She felt a hand lifting her left breast, weighing it like a piece 
of fruit. Her face flushed.
	"Gawd, they're heavy," said Bob.
	"Let's see," said Fred.
	She felt another hand lift her right breast.
	"Your right, Bob," he replied. "Have you ever weighed these 
beauties, Doll?"
	"N...no."
	Both hands pushed her boobs up, mashing them into her chest. The 
force made her have to take a step back.
	"Nope, no scars under here."
	She stood there as both men squeezed the breasts she was so 
tantalizingly offering.
	"You know the best way to tell," said Bob, releasing the left 
one.
	"What's that?" asked Fred, doing likewise.
	She heard Bob walk around behind her.
	"Oh..." she said as she felt the front of Bob's body come into 
contact with her. She could feel his big belly and then his erection 
against her back. She could feel his hot breath. It stank of stale 
cigarettes.
	"You hold ‘em together like this," he said reached around from 
behind.  Each hand grabbed a breast. "And see if they feel the same." 
He squeezed them, molding them in his hands.
	She could hear his breathing get raspy as he just played with 
them for a few moments.
	"Then you gotta check the nipples." He released her breasts, 
letting them fall back into place. Then he began to pinch her nipples, 
tugging on them. Slowly, they became erect.
	"They sure look real." offered Fred.
	Bob went back to playing with them for a moment before releasing 
them.
	"Here, your turn."
	Holding her position, she heard Fred move to the same spot. As he 
leaned into her, she felt his erection as well. He did the same thing. 
He too smelled like cigarettes. It was foul. She wanted to be sick.
 	After a few moments of mauling, he too released her. She heard 
him walk back around.
	Though her arms were really starting to ache, she held her 
position. No one said anything. She could hear heavy breathing over 
hear the music.
	They let her stand for a moment.
	She wanted to die of shame.
	No one said a word. She just listened to them walk around her.
	"Well, little Kate," she heard Mike say. He was right behind her, 
though she couldn't feel him against her like the others.
	She waited, waited for him to say or do something.
	Then it happened. She felt his hands reach around her body and go 
to the top of her jeans. She lost control- her hands frantically leapt 
down and grabbed his, pushing them away.
	She heard cheering.
	"Awe, Kate..." he said. "that was just a test..."
	In a panic, she suddenly opened her eyes...and froze.
	There in front of her were not just two men, but a small group, 
more like seven or ten, all different shapes and sizes standing in a 
semi-circle around her. 
	The sight before her made her scream. She fell to the pavement in 
a heap.
	Laughter and applause rang out.
	But that wasn't the worst.
	A couple of them had cameras. She realized that men had been taking
pictures of her the whole time.
	When she finally looked up again, she saw that both Ken and Jack 
had  VIDEO CAMERAS.
	She pulled her arms tightly around her and covered her face with 
her hands. The humiliation was almost unbearable. 
	She spread her fingers apart and looked out. 
	They were in a small parking lot that looked like it was situated 
behind the building it served, which itself fronted the road. It looked 
as though it could hold around twenty cars. On the other side of the 
lot, facing h
er was some kind of warehouse.
	Beside's Mike's, there were four other cars parked.
	Then another sight suddenly caught her eye, and she froze.
	There, grinning at her, were four young kids with skateboards in 
their hands.
	They had watched the whole thing.
	Kate covered her face with her hands, her arms covering her 
breasts. She looked as though she were clutching a pair of pillows in 
front of her body. 
	"You BASTARD," she suddenly screamed at Mike.
	Mike squatted down next to her. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of 
her hair and jerked her head upright so that he was facing him. The 
move shocked her. She clinched her hands into little fists underneath 
her chin
	"Don't you EVER call me a name like that AGAIN." he said.
	The look in his eye suddenly scared her. She went silent.

	Mike turned to the assembled audience, and told them to give him 
a minute. They backed off, most going to sit on the hoods of their 
cars.
	"Now," said Mike. "Its time you and I have a little chat."
	"How COULD you?"
	"It's not such a big thing, showing off your titties."
	She flinched at the word "titties." She was being treated like a 
whore.
	"Now, we got a nice long weekend together."
	Her eyes widened.
	"Wh..what do you mean..."
	"Well, we're going to spend some time together- me, you, and
the boys." He looked her in the eye to make sure she was getting it.
	"That's what the test is all about."
	She just stared in disbelief.
	"Now we can all have a nice, easy time together if you do like 
your told."
	"You BAS-" she stopped herself. 
	"That's right. You're learning."
	"Wh..what do you want?" she asked.
	"Well," he replied, "we're gonna want a lot of stuff, and its not 
all going to be easy for you..."
	"You..you can't make me..."
	"Well, its up to you to decide. You can either come along with us 
and do what we tell you to do, or we can put you on the bus home. It's 
up to you."
	He suddenly smiled.
	"BUT, we've got a lot of great pictures of you showing off your 
tits..."
	"OH, my GOD..."
	"...and some nice ones of you sticking out your ass."
	He let her cry for a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and 
smiled and nodded to the men. He turned back towards the weeping girl.
	"Now, listen real carefully," he said, "as I was saying, from 
here on out, I am going to make sure the rest of this weekend doesn't 
get TOO out of hand."
	She looked up at him. Her eyes were red and wet.
	"Wh..what do you mean?"
	"I mean that things COULD get out of hand," he replied. He smiled 
down at her.
	"You don't think each of those guys would LOVE to have his evil 
way with you?"
	"OH, GOD, OH, GOD, NOOOOO, PLEASE...." She became panicked
	"But, I'm not going to let that happened. That IS," he said, "as 
long as you do as I say, and I mean EXACTLY as I say."
	Tears of helplessness welled up again.
	"OR..." he took her delicate chin in his hand.
	"Or things ARE going to get out of hand, and we've got a long 
weekend ahead of us."

	"W...what. ..do...want me to do?"
	"I want you to do what I tell you to Kate. EXACTLY. And as long 
as you do that I am going to make sure that things stay cool.
	She stared at him.
	"One of your school friends has a kinda mean streak that I have 
to control."
	A hand shot up to cover her mouth. He could see the fear in her 
eyes.
	"But, as I said," he continued, "I will keep things cool if you 
promise to be obedient, no matter WHAT I ask of you."
	"Oh, God, I couldn't, I just couldn't." 
	"Mmmmm...let's see...imagine one day every computer in school 
starts up with a nice picture of you sticking your tits in some old 
guy's face?"
	She just closed her eyes, forcing tears to roll down either side 
of her face.
	She was totally defeated.
	"Now," Mike continued, "we've got pictures of Caroline and all of 
the others as well, and we don't go handing them around. It's just 
between us. It's just this test weekend."
	She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
	"Now, I mean it," he said. "Do what I tell you and all this stuff 
will be kept under my lock and key."
	She shuddered. The thought of pictures of her being passed around 
school made her sick. She was trapped. She had no choice.
	"Okay?"
	"O...okay...." she whispered.
	"Okay," he said. "Now I promise to keep up my end. Do you promise 
too?

	"Y..yes...." she heard herself say.
	"Good," he said.
	He stroked her hair, and ran the back of his hand down the side 
of her lovely face. Her eyes pulled shut.
	"Well we got our first little test right here, don't we?"
	"OH...oh...NOOOO," she said, her eyes widening with realization. 
She had forgotten.
	"That's right," he said. "Now, here's the deal," he continued, 
"if you don't cause a scene- any MORE of one I mean- and follow my 
direction..."
	"OH, you COULDN'T, my God, PLEASE don't ask me..."
	She looked beyond him and saw that none of the men had moved. 
They were all clearly waiting.
	"As I was saying, if you do as I say..." 
	He grabbed her by the chin again and looked straight into her 
eyes.
	"If you do as I tell you, it will only be me who spanks you."
	"Oh..my....." she started to feel faint.
	He shook her chin to bring her around.
	"This is going to be a good first obedience test for you, I can 
tell."
	"Please...please...don't..."
	"If you DON'T do it as I tell you...
	She looked up at him in horror.
	"Then it won't just be me who spanks you. It will be our friends 
from Ohio too..."
	She clenched her eyes shut at the thought.
	"...and I'll even have to let the skateboards have a turn."
	"Oh, God, oh no...okay..."
	"Do we have a deal."
	"Y...yes...DON"T let them..."
	"I won't."
	She grabbed his arm.
	"And NO PICTURES."
	He looked down at her.
	"I'm sorry. Pictures are all part of the deal."
	"Oh, no..PLEASE  no pictures...." her hands covered her face.
	"Hey we already got enough to put out a special Kate magazine, 
what's the difference?"
	A hand went to her face in sheer disbelief.
	"Besides, it's only a couple of pictures of your butt, no big 
deal."
	She took a deep breath and tried to control herself.
	"But don't worry. None of these guys will ever develop them, 
their all from small towns. They just like to take ‘em."

	"COME ONNNNN" a voice from the crowd. "We aint got all day 
here..."
	Mike turned and looked back at them.
	"Their getting agitated, Kate," he said turning back to face her. 
"The longer we wait, the harder its going to be for me to keep ‘em away 
from a turn."
	She just sat there crying.
	Mike stood up, and reached down and took her hands away from her 
face. She resisted, but he pulled her upright. As soon as he let go, 
she crossed her arms in front of her.
	"Now you remember," he said as he put his arm around her and 
began walking her to where the car was parked. "You just do as I say, 
and we'll all get out of here in one piece."
	She was scared. 
	She was petrified.
	While most of the cars were parked normally, Mikes had pulled in 
longways and sat over several spaces. The passenger side faced them. 
She tried not to look as Mike walked her towards the front of the car. 
He stopped just
 as they got to the front wheel and gently turned her around so that 
her bottom made contact with the fender. He stepped back.
	Once again she was facing her audience.
	"Okay, Kate," Mike began. "Let's take the hands down and put them 
on the edge of the fender.
	She couldn't look up. Slowly she lowered her arms, and 
immediately as her breasts bobbing into view she heard the clicking of 
cameras.
	"Come on, look up."
	She did, and saw what seemed like a mass of faces and cameras. 
She noticed Jack and Ken both pointing video cameras at her.
	Ken let the guys get their shots and instructed his two 
videographers to walk around and get different angles.
	"Okay, Kate. Now undo your jeans."
	She whimpered, and had to blink away the tears as she looked 
down. For the second time today, her wooden fingers popped the button 
free.
	"Great, now pull down the zipper..."
	It slid down smoothly, again exposing a white triangle of the top 
of her panties.
	She tried to pretend it was a dream.
	"Okay, now scoot them down a bit."
	It was all just a bad dream. Slowly, she grabbed the material at 
the hips. She started to pull it down.
	She stopped after a couple of inches and grabbed the top of her 
panties with her delicate right hand to keep them from going as well. 
She used her left hand to work them down, and got them beyond the 
panties to the tops 
of her thighs.
	"A little bit farther, Kate, about halfway down your thighs."
	She had to fidget to do it, making her breasts wobble 
appealingly.
	From her narrowest point, at about her naval, the lines began to 
flare out moving down her hips, and made a lovely contrast to her 
concave stomach. She was delightfully curvy.
	The material of her panties looked effervescent in the bright 
sunlight, they seemed to glow. All along the top couple of inches there 
as a delicate lace pattern, which smoothed out into solid material 
below. The ball of 
her mons was clearly visible.
	"Okay, now turn around."
	He arms came up across her chest. She slowly tried to turn around 
without causing her jeans to go down any further.
	She leaned the front of her thighs against the fenders.
	Though her waist was quite narrow, and her back and arms thin and 
delicate, her hips flared out into a surprisingly full, round bottom. 
The cheeks were clearly defined and stood out. They looked full, firm 
and solid. The
 line between them was visible through her panties.
	"Oh my God, what an ass," she heard a male voice say.
	"NOOO Shit," said another.	
	She tried not to listen.
	"Okay, Kate, now lean forward on the hood."
	She couldn't believe this was happening.
	Still clutching her breasts, she leaned forward, then put her 
hand down onto the hood. She lay her body down on the metal leaning her 
weight on her forearms underneath her. She was glad it wasn't too hot. 
She could smell
 the dust and dirt on the metal.
	"You know," she heard Mike say. "Katie's panties are going to 
come down now, and...well...I'm just wondering is this is not going to 
be too intense for these young guys."
	"NOOO Way man," called out an urgent young voice.
	"Come ON, Dude, it's TOTALLY cool," said another.
	"I don't know..."
	"Sure, let ‘em watch," said a man.
	"Yeah, hell they're old enough," said another.
	"Yeah," chimed in still another, "and they'll never get a chance
to see anything this nice again."
	Laughter.
	"Well.......Okay," said Mike.
	Humiliated, Kate, still lying on her forearms, buried her face in 
her hands.
	She just cried.
	"Kate," it was Mike's voice, only now he had come around to the 
other side of the car and was in front of her rather than behind.
	She lifted her face up out of the cradle of her hands and looked 
at him.
	She saw his standing there with Jack, who had the video camera in 
his hand.
	Mike got down on a knee so that his face was level with hers. 
Jack did likewise.
	"Now, Kate," said Mike, "it's real important that you keep your 
head up now."
	She saw Jack smile at her as she realized why. He was going to 
shoot her face as she got her spanking.
	"Now," continued Mike before she could say anything. "Pull your 
arms out and put them behind your back."
	She looked pleadingly at him.
	"Come on, come on.."
	She leaned her body to one side and then the other and pulled her 
arms out from underneath her. Her big breasts squashed against the hood 
of the car.
	She crossed her arms over the small of her back.
	Jack pointed the camera at her.
	"As they say," said Mike, "Keep your chin up."
	He chuckled, and got up.
	She stared at the lens for a moment, mesmerized.
	She heard Mike open the truck of the car and fish around. Then 
she felt the car move as he slammed it shut. He walked around Jack and 
stopped in front of her, just to her right.
	"Look up at me, Kate," he said.
	She lifted her eyes and saw that he too now had a video camera.
	She looked for a moment and then shut her eyes.
	She could hear him slowly walking to her right, shooting video 
down the length of her body.
	"Okay, Kate," she heard him say, now finally back around behind 
her.
	"Now let's ease those pretty panties down."
	She choked on a sob. Her body felt tingles of shame.
	She thought about what he'd said again, about letting other 
people spank her, and fought the urge to resist.
	She uncrossed her arms and slowly moved them down to her hips.
	She slid her thumbs under the waistband, and slowly started to 
pull down.
	The top of the cleft between her cheeks came into view. Because 
of the firmness of her bottom, it was shaped like a "Y."
	The material slowly came down, exposing the moons of her luscious 
ass.
	Like her breasts, the skin was slightly lighter in color, though 
there were now discernable tan lines.
	She stopped just at the very top of her thighs.
	Someone let out a whistle, and there was laughter- not because it 
was funny, but to release the tension.
	She choked back a sob. She was lying on a car with her bottom 
bare.
	"Hey, Kid," Mike said, "do you know how to work a video camera?"
	"Yeah SURE." he said enthusiastically.
	"Okay, you take over here."
	Kate just lie there with her eyes closed in horror. She tried not 
to think about Jack and the video camera just a couple feet away.
	She felt Mike lean against the car. He back was to her, and he 
faced the audience.
	"Now put your arms back across your back," he said over his 
shoulder.
	She pulled them back up and crossed them across her back.
	"Don't move ‘em, or I may have to tie ‘em."
	She lay perfectly still.
	"Now, we need to adjust these..."
	She flinched at his touch, but didn't move.
	He reached over to both sides and took her panties in his 
fingers.
	He eased them down further, down to the middle of her thighs.
	"WHAT A FUCKING ASS," a male voice shouted.
	"I'm going to have to jack off right here," said another.
	There was laughter.
	She felt Mike's hand on her right cheek.
	He just rubbed it, like he was shining an apple. His fingers 
played with the resilient flesh.
	He moved to the other cheek and did the same.
	"Okay...Ready, Kate?"
	She sobbed.
	"Y...ye...yes."
	SLAP.
	The first one made her cry out. It really stung.
	SLAP.
	Again, she cried out.
	SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. A succession that made her 
body twist around.
	Mile reached over and pulled her right hip in, pulled her pelvis 
into contact with his own, He held her tightly.
	Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing some of the sting away.
	"Relax," he said.
	She realized her bottom was clenched.
	He gave a light slap.
	"RELAX."
	She did.
	SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, he continued, spanking her all 
around her bottom and the tops of her thighs.
	Kate just cried openly at the pain. Tears streamed down her face.
	Again he began to rub her cheeks, rubbing away some of the 
horrible stinging.
	SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP, again, he continued, spanking her 
defenseless. naked bottom.

	When he finally stopped, her bottom was on fire. It felt like it 
was glowing.
	He rubbed it for a while, and then he pulled her panties back up.
	"Okay," he said finally, "you can pull your jeans up and get in 
the car."
	There was a loud round of applause.
	Quickly, and despite the pain, she pushed her self up off of the 
hood of the car and reached down and pulled her jeans up. She did up 
the button and then came around to the back passenger side door and 
opened it. She qui
ckly slid in along the seat, wincing from the pain. She pulled herself 
into a tight ball.
	She watched as the guys stood chatting, and noticed money 
changing hands. She wanted to be sick.
	Mike opened the driver's side door and leaned in.
	"That was great, Kate.," he said with a smile.
	"How...how...could you?" she asked.
	"AWW, it's no big thing," he said, "a little butt warming."
	She just glared at him.
	"Here," he said tossing her T-shirt to her. "You can put this 
back on."
	She grabbed it and quickly pulled it on over her head. She felt 
relief at being covered again.
	Mike walked back to the group. Every once in a while they would 
all look back at her, and her stomach would lurch. She saw all of the 
guys give Mike what looked like business cards.
	After a few moments they all broke up and went to their cars. 
Mike went over and picked her bra up off of the ground and slung it 
over his shoulder, and then he, Jack, Tom, and Ken all walked back to 
the car and got in.
	They watched the kids get back on their boards and skate away.
	"I think those kids are going to be scared for life," said Jack 
laughing.
	They all laughed.
	Except Kate.
	They all turned to face her.
	She shuddered.
	"Okay, now," said Mike, "are we all clear on the ground rules for 
our weekend together, Kate?"
	She was totally humiliated. She knew she had no choice other than 
to listen to Mike.
	"Y..yes."
	"Good," he said.
	"Now, let's be sure. Let's be sure that you're going to be nice 
and cooperative."
	She closed her eyes. She felt her bottom burning against the 
seat.
	"Now lift up that T-shirt and show us your pretty titties."
	Slowly she grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, up 
over her lean stomach until her big nude tits sprang into view.
	"Higher, all the way up."
	She pulled it all the way up to her shoulders leaving the 
beautiful mounds totally exposed.
	"Stick ‘em out."
	She pushed her chest forward.
	"Great. Now wobble ‘em around a little bit."
	"Wh..what?"
	"Come on, wiggle your shoulders back and forth and make ‘em dance 
a little."
	She started to sway her shoulders, making her huge jutting 
breasts jiggle tantalizingly.
	They all watched the obscene show.
	"Okay, Ken," said Mike. "Start ‘er up.  I'll tell you where we're 
going next."
