Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 7
Keywords: f/F, f/f, M/f, blackmail, reluct, inter, humil
Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use.
Short Summary: The year’s first cheerleading slumber party is 
almost here, but our most favorite former coach has to actually get 
there first, no matter how humiliating the journey will be.


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" Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders " Part 7
By Phoenix Arrow



"What do you want to become?"

"Please my Black Queen..."


Miss Simons looked up with complete lust and passion in her eyes. 
She was kneeling on the floor, naked, darkness all around her. As her 
heavy breasts rose and fell she stared upwards toward the young girl 
before her, an arrogant yet dignified Goddess. Standing all around 
them were dozens of faceless women, watching, whispering. Simons 
knew she shouldn’t be here. Knew she should be far far away. But 
her heart knew she was exactly where she needed to be.

"Yes my slave?"

"Please...my Black Queen...make me your white toy."

The Black Goddess nodded her head and fashioned a shiny silvery 
pair of scissors. Miss Simons bowed her head, her long hair flowing 
beneath her face. A moment later she heard a snip, a lock of hair 
falling to her cupped hands below.


<Knock><Knock>

Simons paused, waiting for the next few locks to fall, but none do. 
She holds herself there, looking down until she hears the sound 
again.

<Knock><Knock><Knock>

Now this time she looked up into the face that she so loved and 
watched as it slowly dissolved away, replaced by what looks like a 
steering wheel.

"Miss Simons, its me, Sasha's mother!"

Quickly she swirled to her left to see the black woman standing on 
the other side of her car window, smiling pleasantly. It is only then 
that Simons realized the three fingers lodged inside her pussy and the 
strong smell of female musk thick in the air. Thank goodness she 
was wearing the thick protective coat that gracefully hid the dirty 
self perversion from view, otherwise she'd have some real explaining 
to do for the mother of her young cheerleader Mistress Sasha.

None the less she was still very worried, as she rolled down the 
window, that the heavy feminine air would rush out and hit the naive 
black mother in the face. Yet if she did smell anything, Sasha's 
mother gave no indication.

"Hello Miss Simons, its bee quite some time since I've seen you. 
How’s the squad coming along this year?"

Jessica took a moment to mentally compose herself, still in her 
submissive fog of the wet dream. "The squad? Um their...doing just 
swell!" She tried her best to give a sincere smile. In truth they 
actually were doing very well this year. She almost hated to admit it, 
but ever since Trish had put the former coach in her place and took 
over the job the squad had never been better. Much to the worry of 
the older woman, this caused many more students and parents to 
come to the school sporting events. They were up for several big 
time awards and were in the running for the infamous Disneyland 
Cheerleaders Competition. Simons almost peed in her pants as she 
imagined her squad prancing down Main Street, the black girls doing 
everything they can to flash the timid white cheerleader's private 
parts to the crowds of shocked mommies, daddies and children 
holding balloons. And then there was the County Cheerleading Title 
that Simons privately cherished. Thanks to Trish they had a good 
chance of winning it again this year, much to the anger of her bitter 
rival Miss Mary Struat.

"Oh well I am so glad to hear it. My little girl has been telling me so 
much about the squad. She can't stop talking about how much she 
loves it, thank you so much for helping her along with these private 
lessons you've been giving her lately. I appreciate it from the bottom 
of my heart!"

Jessica looked at her for any hint of sarcasm or hidden meaning, but 
there was none. She genuinely seemed sincere, much to the coach’s 
surprise. Did she really not know what these private lessons really 
were?

It was at that moment that Sasha suddenly came sprinting out of the 
house, dressed in her brightly colored cheerleading uniform which 
contrasted wickedly with her soft black skin. Despite herself, Simons 
could feel her pussy walls contracting slightly around the three 
fingers still lodged in her cunt. She had been afraid to remove them, 
since it would reveal where they had been.

"Oh there she is, you must be going then. Hope things go well and 
thank you again for helping my daughter. Good bye honey!"

"Bye mom! Don’t worry, Miss Simons and I will have such a fun 
time, isn’t that right coach?"

Simons hung her head down, unable to look either women in the eye, 
muttering 'yes' in a low voice.

When Sasha was finally in the car and her mother was already 
walking back towards the house she reached inside Simon’s coat, 
and grabbed a claw full of her former coach's uniform covered left 
breast, burying her finger nails into the soft fatty skin. Simon's threw 
her head back in pain.

"YES WHAT SLUT?"

"YES MISTRESS...YES MISTRESS...I'm sorry please....but your 
mother...."

Sasha squeezed even harder, "I don’t give a fuck, when ever I ask 
you a question you answer me properly got it fuck up?"

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress...."

Sahsa released her tormented coach's breast but as she brought her 
hand out of the coat, she grabbed the material so that it flung open, 
revealing the skimpy ridicules cheering uniform hiding beneath. 
Even more ridicules was the hand that was under the skirt as it was 
slowly moving up and down, three shiny slick fingers appearing and 
disappearing.

"I KNEW IT! HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH YOURSELF 
WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" With that Sasha reached down and 
pulled the illicit fingers out and ceremoniously began spanking her 
hapless coach square between her legs, sending Miss Simons wailing 
with each and every uncaring smack of her puffed pussy. Despite the 
irresistible urge to protect her most sensitive body part from 
receiving its pain, she knew better than to interfere with her evil little 
black owner. The ten quick punishment swats felt like they took an 
eternity, and had her on the verge of tears. What had ever become of 
this once proud cheerleading coach, once the winner of numerous 
titles, who was now reduced to getting her pussy spanked by one of 
her own demented cheerleaders, and a black one at that!

"Now coachy, thank me and ask me the question!"

Simons took a moment, lifted her face from her hands and meekly 
spoke, "Tttthank you Mistress, now may I please....lick your...pretty 
pussy?"

Sasha smirked at the power she held over this white adult. It had 
been months since Trish granted her exclusive ownership of the 
former coach. All the other black girls wanted one of the young 
white cheerleaders as personal pussy pets but not her. She got the 
biggest charge of her life the day she forced Simons to her knees in 
the gym showers and made her smell her sweet black pussy. Ever 
since she knew she'd have Simons all to herself, and that’s the 
thought she relished as she looked upon her disheveled slave, her red 
puffed pussy open for display, her uniform covered tits rising up and 
down with heavy breathing, her red flushed submissive face and the 
most erotic words uttering from it, "May I please like your pretty 
pussy?" Sasha's vagina pulsed with racial power and girly 
satisfaction.

"Not now coachy, we dont have time for that. We need to get to the 
party. But we're gonna make a little stop first aren’t we? I'm 
hungry."

Without a word Simons closed her legs, pushed back her uniform 
skirt and recovered herself with the coat. Fixing her hair in the 
mirror, she soon had the car pulling out the driveway and off towards 
the main streets. Very little was said between the two of them as they 
drove closer and closer to the fast food restaurant except for the 
occasional "Turn here", "turn left", "no you stupid dyke', etc.  

It wasn’t long before the were pulling into the drive-thru, waiting in 
line behind several cars. It was then that Sasha began digging into 
Miss Simon’s purse, easily finding her wallet and pulled out a $10 
bill. "Here, put this between your legs!" Simons looked befuddled at 
her young tormentress. "I said put it up your COOCH! NOW!"

Without further thought Simons took the bill offered to her and in a 
moment was sliding it under her coat, passed her pantyless skirt, and 
with chills slid the dirty currency between her ever moist lips. She 
began rearranging herself uncomfortably on the seat while closing 
back her coat.

"NO! Leave it open! I want the guy to see EXACTLY where his 
money is coming from" Simons eyebrows rose with panic. She 
silently shook her head with pleading eyes, but knew it was useless. 
She shuddered as she went over the impending scene in her mind.

Now there was only one car ahead of them at the little menu speaker. 
"Heres what you will order. I want a large coke, french fries, pussy 
chicken fingers, and a strawberry shake!" 

Simons again looked befuddled, "You mean chicken fingers?"

"Did I stutter? PUSSY chicken fingers! Say it just like that. 
Understand?"

"Yes Mistress!"

With dread the former coach watched the last car ahead of her pull 
forward and ever so slowly she moved the car to the speaker while 
rolling down the window.

"Welcome! Would you like to try any of our combos today?", 
chimed a rather perky girl on the other end. It didn’t even occur to 
her that it would be a girl instead of a guy. It almost made it feel 
worse knowing this. At least the guy would be given a treat when all 
this was said and done, but with a naive girl...

"Um yes...hello...no combos no, just please give me a....um....large 
coke, and french fries, and...um...", she turned briefly to look at 
Sasha, bit her lower lip, and turned back to the speaker, saying the 
next few words very fast, "and pussy chicken fingers and a 
strawberry shake please!". Immediately Jessica held her breath for 
what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn’t catch that, can you repeat the last part of 
your order?"

Sweat was now collecting on her forehead. Despite all she had 
reluctantly been through, she was still a good woman, with morals 
and dignity. Or at least she still could fool herself that she had these 
qualities. Now that fantasy was being plucked away even further as 
she spoke again, "Ok, it was a large coke, and french fries, 
and....pussy chicken fingers and a strawberry shake thank you!"

There was another long pause on the other end. Simons could 
imagine the young girl's reaction and cringed.

"Did you say chicken fingers and a strawberry shake? I'm having 
problems understanding you?"

"Yes yes, exactly" Simons chimed, feeling like she had gotten away 
with one as she looked back at an un-amused Mistress.

"Your total is $8.47, please drive to the first window."

Slowly Simons pulled the car ahead and within moments she was 
staring face to face with the young white girl she had just spoken to. 
Immediately the girl's brilliant smile mellowed as she saw the middle 
aged woman before her dressed in the most inappropriately small 
school cheerleading uniform. Then she glanced at Sasha sitting right 
next to her and smiled again, "Are you...girls...cheerleaders for Dale 
Field High?" Simons nodded wearily, "Oh that’s SO COOL! You 
girls are like the best! I go to Dale Field to and SO badly want to try 
out next year for the squad!"

Immediately Sasha leaned over and whispered something into her 
pet's ear, which made Simons lower her head and utter "Sorry, but 
you can't join the squad!"

"Well why not, you haven’t even seen me try?" 

Simons now looked up to her with regretful eyes, "Because 
your....too ugly!"

The former coach saw the horrible look of hurt in the young white 
girl's eyes as Sasha giggled evilly beside her. With a tear forming in 
her eye, she looked back at the register, "Um...$6.47 ma'am."

Simons looked back at her black Mistress hopeful that she would be 
spared this latest humiliation, but with a sigh, reached under her skirt 
and began fishing clumsily through her vagina for the bill. In a few 
moments there was an audible gasp from the young girl as Simons 
brought the $10 out from under her skirt and handed it to the 
shocked cashier without daring to even look at her. The bill was 
damp and shiny and there was no doubt where it had just come from. 
Maybe it was because the girl was still so young and naive, or 
simply because she still had aspirations of joining the team, but 
without a word of further protest accepted the bill and returned the 
due change.

"Please drive forward to the next window MA'AM." Simons could 
sense the level of disgust in the young girls voice as she uttered those 
words. Quickly she pulled the car forward eager to remove herself 
from the humiliating situation. Behind the second window was a 
man in his twenties who was busy putting all the ordered food into a 
bag. He too noticed the comical appearance of Miss Simons's dress 
attire with a raised eye brow as he handed the package through the 
window. Sasha quickly took hold of the bag and placed it on the seat 
floor as the man asked "Do you girls want any ketchup or sauces?"

An evil look came across Sasha's face as she turned to the man and 
giggled loudly, "Oh no thanks, we have all the special sauce we need 
right here!" And with that, she took hold of the front of Simon's 
cheerleading skirt and lifted it up and back. In an instant Simons face 
was flushed a dark red as the young man gasped. Jessica wasted no 
time hitting the gas peddle to again immediately remove herself from 
this latest pit of humiliation. Yet she knew that with Sasha, the next 
humiliating moment was never far away.

As instructed she found a place to park not too far away from the fast 
food restaurant. Sasha was already gulping down some of her coke 
while exploring the bag of fast food. She soon pulled out the 
strawberry frosty and handed it to her former coach, who looked 
puzzled as usual.

"Lower your top!"  

Simons hesitated only long enough to make sure no one was 
watching and pulled her already skimpy cheering uniform top down 
and under her breasts, so that they actually lifted slightly. Sasha 
loved the look of Simons large breasts displayed in this fashion. So 
as Jessica sat there with her breasts exposed and a strawberry shake 
in one hand she waiting for her Mistress's next instruction. It came 
immediately after she was handed the plastic straw, "Take this and 
dab some shake on each of your nipples for me!" 


Simons checked outside the car again before giving a sigh of 
reluctance, dipping the straw into the ice cold shake. Lifting it back 
out, she brought its contents over her right nipple and, as Sasha 
began munching on her french fries, began dabbing it over her 
nipple. Instantly it became painfully erect as the cold strawberry 
jolted her senses. "Now the next one!"

Simons re-dipped her straw and brought it towards her left breast this 
time, hanging it over the nipple a moment before dabbing the icy 
shake over it, coating it just like its twin with a shiny pink. Both 
nipples stung something awful as she placed the straw back inside 
the shake and dutifully awaited for her Mistress. Sasha was by now 
halfway through eating one of her chicken fingers, enjoying her 
personal entertainment as she stared in mild amusement at the large 
fleshy orbs with pink tips.

"Are you hungry Miss Simons?"

Indeed she was hungry. Its amazing how much you forget about little 
things like an appetite when you are in a constant state of 
humiliating arousal at the hands of a fifteen year old black girl. With 
trepidation she nodded her head yes.

"Well then, here you go!", said Sasha as she handed her surprised 
coach a french fry. She hesitated for a moment before bringing it to 
her lips.

"No no no silly coachy! You forgot about the sauce!"

Simons looked at her haplessly before Sasha pointed with a smirk at 
a spot between the coach's legs. Jessica looked down and saw her 
leaking pussy staring right back at her. She looked yet again 
wishfully at her Mistress, whispering "please" under her breath but 
Sasha simply continued eating her chicken finger while staring 
intently at the older woman.

Bringing the warm french fry down between her spreading legs, 
Simons spread both labias with one hand and with a chill running 
down her spine slide the thin fried food inside her "Wiggle it a 
little!" giggled Sasha as Simons did as was ordered. In another 
moment she slide it back out and looked at her 'special' sauce now 
coating it. "Bon Appetite!", chimed her tormentress as Simons 
brought it to her lips. The smell of her own sex filled her nostrils as 
it got closer and it made her stomach churn. Slowly she parted her 
lips and laid the desecrated food over her tongue. The taste was 
revolting to her. No matter how many pussy's a girl learns to love 
eating, one's own pussy never tastes good, and her gagging reflexes 
were now begging to be realized.

"Here, have another!"

Simons reluctantly took the french fry and again brought it between 
her heated thighs. In another moment she was snaking it back out of 
her moist hole and bringing it to her lips, much faster this time, but 
just as revolted. This went on for another five minutes as Sasha sat 
back in her chair, eating her chicken fingers and sipping coke, all the 
while watching Simons dip french fries one at a time into her own 
pussy and eating it, dried strawberry shake caking her still erect 
nipples.

"Would you like some chicken fingers Miss Simons?" Learning her 
lesson she quickly shook her head 'no' but to no good as Sasha broke 
off a chunk and handed it to her, "Its a bit cold and needs to be 
cooked again. Go ahead and leave it in you a bit to warm up!"

Simons dutifully spread her cunt lips and pushed the fried chicken 
piece inside her, deep enough so that it would stay but not too far so 
she could easily get it back out.

"Good, now while you wait for it, why don’t you give those big 
titties a nice coat of shake! Yes that’s right coachy, I want you to lift 
up that cup and tip it over each saggy udder. I don’t care how cold it 
is you stupid cow and don’t you DARE get it onto anything other 
than your big tits or ELSE!"

With the utmost care Simons began pouring the pink strawberry 
shake over her right breast. Instantly the icy cold jolted her. With the 
other hand she cupped the slow moving liquid from spilling 
anywhere else. In another moment she was carefully, if not 
humorously rubbing it all over her tit, getting every square inch of 
flesh in the sticky milky shake. Soon after the left breast joined in on 
the action, getting a healthy helping of shake over it. In no time it 
looked as if someone had placed two partially deflated pink balloons 
over her chest. Sasha the whole time was beside herself with 
laughter seeing the older woman struggle to keep all the liquid on 
her chest while painting them in icy pink strawberry shake.

Now Simons had frosty all over her hands and asked timidly for a 
napkin. "Clean them on your pussy. Better yet, play with yourself for 
awhile until I finish eating."

Simons lowered both hands and began gliding her fingers over her 
labia lips, coating them with pink shake as she did. Encircling her 
clit she soon laid her head back and closed her eyes as Sasha looked 
on.

She could feel the piece of chicken loosing its shape as her cunt 
muscles squeezed and shook with every manipulation. Just as she 
was beginning to get into it, Sasha made her stop and remove the 
chicken. It was a rather pathetic affair, for it had degraded into 
pieces and was not remotely sexy in any fashion, even for the 
humiliation factor Sahsa was so hoping to achieve. This perhaps 
made the act she was doing all the more depressing.

After all the noticeable pieces were removed from her cunt and 
redeposited in her mouth, Sasha commanded Simons to recover 
herself with the cheerleading uniform. By now the pink frosty shake 
on her chest and pus had dried into a sticky cake-like substance and 
though annoying in its own right, meant that it would not stain the 
uniform. Despite her bizarre life change, Simons was actually quite 
proud of this uniform.

Soon they were pulling out of the restaurant parking lot and finally 
on their way to Trish's house for the slumber party. When they 
arrived, Simons found a car already waiting at the front of the house. 
The car was rather beat up and a few years old. As they got closer, 
she could make out a woman sitting behind the wheel, a blank, lost 
expression on her face. Simons realized who it was. This woman had 
been a big supporter of Miss Simons when she was still the coach. 
The reason was quite simple. At the time her daughter had been the 
captain of the squad, but now...

Jessica parked along side the other car and as Sasha sprinted towards 
the front door, the former coach approached the spacey woman.

"Um....Hello Mrs Lowenstien, everything alright with you?"

Cindy Lowenstien looked up with the same far away stare and said 
nothing. Simons could tell this woman had just recently undergone a 
big experience in her life. 

"Are you ok? Do you need any help?"

Slowly Cindy nodded.

"OK, um...for what? What do you need?"

"Please....save me!"

"From what?"

"my...my...self!"

"I don’t understand? Save you from yourself Mrs Lowenstien?"

"I...I cant stop it! Stop her! Every time all I can do is....PLEASE 
HELP ME!", said Cindy, suddenly waking up from her trance and 
looking panicked, " 

"What? Who? What’s the problem?"

Suddenly Cindy looked down and saw the what was hidden behind 
Miss Simon's coat, which had parted in the light wind. Her eyes 
scanned over the tiny uniform top which stretched tenuously over 
pink colored tits. Below was an athletic but non-youthful stomach, 
and lower even still was the tiniest cheerleading skirt ever worn by a 
middle aged woman.

As Jessica's face turned the same color as her tits, Cindy turned her 
head away, back towards the front of the car and sighed. "I'm sorry. 
You cant help me after all."

Miss Simons knew immediately what had happened to the wife and 
mother before her. "You've...fallen to...haven’t you?" Cindy nodded. 
"Who is she?"

"She is my maid...WAS my maid. I belong to her now. I don’t know 
why I can’t say no to her, or why I feel the way I do. Ever since 
Trish made me admit my weakness all I can do is crawl at my maid's 
command."

Mrs Lowenstien looked with pity at the once in control wealthy 
woman as she sat in the worn out old car.

"That little black girl you came with...is she your Mistress to?" 
Simons nodded. "A bit young isn’t she?" Again Simons shamefully 
nodded while Cindy looked back down at the coat. "Open it up for 
me. Let me see."

Miss Simons remained still for only a moment before drawing back 
the heavy coat, allowing Cindy's eyes to roam free.

"You’re not their coach any more are you?"

Jessica nodded no. Without another words Mrs Lowentstien reached 
out the car window and lifted the front of the micro cheering skirt 
and stared at the sticky pink frosty pussy behind it. Simons stood 
perfectly still as Cindy moved her hand past the skirt and slide a 
curved index finger along the former coach's wet sex. "Just like mine 
I see. I don’t know why I'm always so aroused. I cant stop leaking at 
all times. Every moment I realize what’s happened to me I get so 
dame....

"Horny", whispered Jessica.

"I guess we're just bitches now aren’t we Miss Simons?"

Jessica simply nodded as she stood there in the open drive way 
holding her protective coat open, the whole time Cindy continuing to 
absent mindedly  slide her index finger up and down Miss Simon's 
warm moist lips.
 
Mrs Lowenstien soon pulled her hand away, wiping the liquid from 
her finger on Simon's skirt before turning her attention back towards 
Trish's house.

"Miss Simons, do me a favor. Please tell Trish's mother that I need to 
go back home to my maid....I mean my Mistress....and to please 
come out soon!"

Simons agreed, covering herself back up, and made her way towards 
the front door. Ringing the bell, a woman appeared on the other side, 
the site of which had Simons jaws drop. Miss Simons wasn’t 
surprised at who it was that answered but rather at her appearance. 
Jennifer stood there before her, dressed only in a french maid apron 
and black high heels and sporting a set of red pained tits. Simons 
could just make out the hand patterns and couldn’t help but stare at 
them as Jessica greeted her unpleasantly at the door.

"oh...its you. The rest of them are upstairs. I suppose I'll take your 
coat..." It was at that moment Simons could hear an angry woman's 
voice booming from somewhere inside the house. A fearful shutter 
went through the woman an instant later as she instinctually exhaled 
and delicately brought her arms to cover her chest.

"I...broke a plate..." Jessica nodded with the smallest of smirks as 
Jennifer dashed deeper into the house calling out "Coming my 
Mistress!", her white naked behind jiggling all the way. The two 
women had been at odds since their introduction at Simons first 
Natural Dominance party a few months back, and she was 
shamefully happy to see Jennifer in such a state.

Letting herself inside she closed the door just in time to hear her 
Mistress, "There you are, where the FUCK have you been?", 
demanded an arms folding Sasha at the top of the stairs.
 "Get your white ass up here NOW!"

"Yes my Mistress!" Chimed Miss Simons, suddenly not feeling 
nearly as smug as she had a moment ago.

"And leave that coat in the closet, honestly I don’t know why you 
keep trying to hide your knew position on the squad!"

For the first time since leaving her own home, Simons completely 
removed the heavy coat and hung it in the closet so that she was now 
only in her skimpy cheerleading uniform. In another short moment 
she was dashing up the stairs to her foot stomping impatient black 
Mistress. Just as she reached the top of the stairs she could faintly 
hear the sounds of torment coming from somewhere downstairs in 
the form of a hard slap and a sobbing yelp, "I'm sorry Mistress 
please...."

Upstairs Simons followed Sasha down the hall towards Trish's room. 
Upon entering it, Simons was treated to a pair of her most favorite 
breasts in the whole world. Trish, her reason for living, was lying 
royally on her bed, her back held up slightly against the backboard. 
She was topless, which allowed for the two naked white teens laying 
on either side of her to suckle gently upon each of her amazing 
nipples. On the right one was Amber, an equally amazing specimen 
of a young woman, virtually flawless and athletic. She had one hand 
gently cupping the dark breast as she sucked and licked the nipple 
like it was the nectar of life. Opposite her was a girl Simons was 
unfamiliar with. She definitely was not one of the current white girls 
of the squad and it appeared that she was quite inexperienced. She 
was fumbling around with Trish's left breast a little too uncaring for 
the goddess's taste and was awkwardly dabbing her tongue against 
the nipple. The girl's eyes were glued the whole time on Amber as if 
trying to mimic her technique with little success.

Trish herself had her eyes closed, with a overall look of pleasure on 
her face. Sasha was already sitting down at the computer desk 
against the wall of the room when she alerted Trish of their presence, 
"I found her standing at the door. Stupid bitch thinks she needs 
orders for everything like a lame dog!"

Trish opened her eyes and looked upon Simons for the first time 
today, immediately making the older white woman's knees wobbly. 
"Nice tits Miss S, what did you do to them?"

"She tit-fucked a clown!", laughed Sahsa. Trish snorted as well, 
looking at the strawberry stains.

"So tell me clown fucker, you ready for your first cheerleading 
slumber party of the new administration?"

Simons nodded cautiously at Trish. She had visited previous year's 
slumber parties, when they were innocent white girl only events. 
Now she couldn’t even think about what lay in store for her and her 
fellow white cheerleaders. 

"Miss Simons, you do remember Katty don’t you?" Jessica gave a 
confused look as the young girl opposite Amber lifted her face off of 
the brown breast and turned towards Simons. Suddenly she was 
under the gaze of the nastiest stare she had ever received. Such a 
vicious look it was, that it actually set off goose bumps along her 
arms. Now Miss Simons remembered EXACTLY who this young 
girl was.

"Well she remembers you! Remembers the day she had to be thrown 
off the squad so you'd have the spot. You weren’t too happy about 
that experience were you Katty?" Katty shook her head in 
agreement. She did not look happy at all. "She's here trying to get a 
second chance back into the squad. I think she wants to take back her 
uniform that your wearing, that is if you haven’t stretched it out?"

"I...", Simons began, "don’t want to...give it back...I want to be a 
cheerleader...your cheerleader!"

Katty turned to gave Trish a pleading look who acknowledged her by 
patting her on the head, then pushing it down back to her saliva 
coated left nipple.

"Oh I know you do Miss S. You want to be the best cheerleader ever 
just to make me happy!"

"More than anything!" Professed Simons as she sunk to her knees, 
her tiny skirt riding up exposing her vagina in the process.

"Get up you silly thing. I'm not kicking you off the squad any time 
soon! Katty has other ideas for you to make it up to her. In the 
meantime I want you to go downstairs and fetch Party Toy from the 
basement. She needs to go in the trunk of Mrs Lowenstien's new car. 
But first make sure that she's ready before you take her up. Sasha, go 
with her and show her what to do, she's bound to fuck things up!"

A reluctant Sasha turned away from the computer and escorted 
Simons out the room towards the stairs. As they reach the entrance to 
the basement door, Miss Simons hesitated slightly. A real sense of 
fear was overwhelming her. Party Toy represented the final act of 
Natural Dominance and it scared the coach deeply. True Miss 
Simons was a virtual slave to her former black cheerleaders, but she 
still had her home and some of her freedom. The white woman who 
lived past this basement door had none of that, giving up her career 
and her sexuality to live the life of a white slave. Simons shivered as 
she recalled how willing she was to do the same exact thing in her 
day dream a few hours ago.

Sasha opened the door and together they peered into the darkness 
below. Turning on the switch next to the door illuminated the long 
set of stairs leading to the cold room. Slowly Simons followed Sasha 
down them until they reached the bottom. Along the walls were 
different assortments of paddle, whips, collars, and a few things Miss 
Simons had no idea what they were. Then, against the far corner of 
the room Simons saw it, the cage. It was nothing fancy, though it 
was quite large, probably meant for a very large dog. Trish and her 
mother weren’t very wealthy people so why should they spoil their 
white slave?

Lying asleep on at the center of it was a pale young woman, her 
white bald head shining the rooms two light bulbs back into the 
coach's eyes. As the two of them approached her, the woman in the 
cage began to stir, raising her head off its floor and blinking at them. 
Sasha unlocked the cage and held it open as the woman crawled out 
from inside it. Sasha crudely ran her hand along the top of her bald 
head, as if to check something.

"Too much stubble, she needs to be shaved. Grab the electric shaver 
on the table over there." Simons looked around for a moment before 
spotting it. Picking it up she made to give it to her Mistress, "No I 
don’t think so. I'll tell you exactly what to do. First shave her head 
with it. When that’s done, make sure her eye brows are taken care of. 
Finally, have her lay on her back and spread her legs so you can 
clean up her crack. When she's all smooth only then I'll collar and 
leash her. Now hurry up, I don’t want to waste all my time taking 
care of this thing!"

Simons looked down at the woman who was looking right back up, 
expecting a command of some sort.

"You have to tell her what you want coachy, that’s what slaves do. 
She's even lower than you, so tell her to kneel before you so you can 
shave her egg head!"

"I...you should kneel...right here" Simons stumbled over her words, 
not sounding commanding at all. Never the less Party Toy crawled 
up to the adult cheerleader and kneeled before her, placing her arms 
behind her back and spreading her knees to present her sex. "Tilt 
your head to me...please..." Dutifully Toy bent forward slightly and 
Simons turned the shaver on. The loud buzzing noise echoed around 
the room as she brought it up against Toy's stubbled head and with 
trepidation began dragging it across. Bit by bit the stubble was 
removed. It felt so unreal to the coach as she did her trimming duties, 
as if this were not a human being but an animal. As if the head she 
was shaving had no brain in it. Just an obeying, eating....toy!

"Now tell her to look up at you so you can shave her eyebrows." 
Miss Simons had been running her hand over a completely smooth 
scalp when given the command and she in turn commanded Toy, 
who looked up at her with an expressionless face. Gently she began 
shaving the stubble above Toy's eyes. Simons couldn’t help but think 
of the Mona Lisa as she did this task.

"Ok, thats enough, now up her crack. Have her lay down on her back 
and lift her legs up and open."

Simons commanded the young woman into the proper position. It 
truly amazed her that this slave was so utterly and totally compliant. 
Not a hint of hesitation or resistance. Did she really find pleasure in 
this sort of servitude? As Simons lowered the shaver to Toy's 
delicate labias, she found herself recalling her daydream again. 
Herself kneeling before Trish, handing a pair of scissors to her, and 
offering her own head of hair as an offering to become her exclusive 
Party Toy. Suddenly it didn’t feel quite so much like a dream. Would 
she...could she really do it?

Faster than she had thought, she had finished shaving up and down 
Toy's vaginal/butt track. Simons then stood back as Sasha inspected 
her handy work, examining the 'Toy' as if she were a cow about to be 
sold off to slaughter, all she needed were the cow patches.

"She looks decent enough. Most those women don’t care if she's 
perfect, as long as she can satisfy them all without tiring." With that 
she gave the toy a quick slap to the butt, eliciting a quick squeal from 
the young woman. "Get her leashed and collared, then bring her 
upstairs and wait by the front door while I tell Amber's mom to pop 
open the trunk."

As Simons reached up for the leash and collar on the wall Sasha 
darted upstairs and out the basement door.

"Please....help me..."

Simons froze on the spot, a leash in her left hand and a collar in her 
right as she still faced the wall. Slowly she turned around...

Kneeling there on the floor was the only other person in the room. 
Staring back at her were two big black watery eyes.

"Please...rescue me...I'm trapped..." Tears were now running down 
the creature’s cheeks, her voice now choking up. Instinctively 
Simons dropped to her knees and held the slave's head with one 
hand, dropping the leash and collar.

"What do you mean help you? Trapped? But I thought...you 
wanted..."

"I...I...cant stop it...I can’t stop it...I can't stop it.... "

Simons held her finger to Toy's lips and hushed her, "Cant stop 
what?"

"They tell me its in my genes. That its my destiny to serve them, to 
be kept down here, to be their....but I don’t want to be a white 
slave...I want to be free!"

Simons looked back at her speechless. This was the same thing Mrs 
Lowenstien had been telling her.

"I want to go back home, to my fiancé, to Law School, to my life! 
But every time they tell me to kiss their shoes, lick their clits, or 
fetch the whip my mind shuts down, my pussy becomes wet, and my 
life becomes theirs. You have to help me get out of here, please you 
have to hel..."

Suddenly Toy became very quiet, her face turning even whiter than 
before and her eyes cast down submissively. Simons quickly turned 
around and became a few shades whiter herself.

"Why the FUCK are you two still down here??? Didn’t I tell your 
sorry white ass to get that bitch upstairs and by the door?" Sasha 
stormed across the room and slapped her former cheerleading coach 
hard across the face, sending the kneeling older woman down onto 
the cold floor. Simons immediately looked up into Toy's eyes. 
Simons could just make out the breath of hopelessness leaving the 
white slave.

"Get up you useless cunt and put that dame leash on her NOW."

Under her demanding little Mistress's eyes, Simons fastened the 
collar around Toy's neck as fast as she possibly could, apologizing 
the whole time. Literally in seconds she was handing the leash to a 
steamed young black girl who roughly yanked it, causing Toy to fall 
forward onto her face. Not skipping a beat Sahsa dragged the 
struggling crawling white animal up the stairs, Simons following 
regretfully behind them.

First Mrs Lowentstien, and now this young woman had called out for 
help to her. Why? What could she do, as another genetically 
submissive white woman to help them? She was bound to serve 
these black women just like they were. What made her so different in 
their eyes?

Once at the front door Simons expected Sasha to attempt to cover up 
Toy's naked pale body, but to her latest horror she simply walked 
right out the door. Simons glanced around praying no one would be 
outside to witness this absurd spectacle. Her prayers were answered 
as they moved swiftly towards the parked car. In a lower class 
neighborhood like this one, not too many people seemed to be out 
and about.

Sasha approached the open trunk and waited as Toy climbed into it, 
laying herself into a semi ball. Just as Sahsa began to lower the trunk 
door Simon's eyes caught the young woman's, another tear in mid 
roll down her cheek. Sasha slammed the trunk closed and marched 
back into the house without another word. Simons waited till Sasha 
had disappeared before lowering her face to the trunk door 
whispering, "I'm sorry." She could just make out a soft sob on the 
other side.

"You didn’t forget to tell her to come out now did you?"

Simons looked up and stared blankly at Mrs Lowenstien. Suddenly 
she remembered about Trish's mom and how she DIDNT tell her to 
come outside to the car. All she could do was bite her lip.

"Ugh! I expect that kind of crap from these blacks, but you? A white 
woman? Your becoming just as stupid as they are. If I had a nickel 
for every time...."

Mrs Lowenstien suddenly glanced down to her side and the blood 
drained from her overheated face. Quickly she picked up the ringing 
cell phone and brought it to her worried face. "Yes Mistress Zamora, 
what can your white slave do for you? Um...excuse me, sorry 
Mistress you are right. What can your USELESS white slave CUNT 
do for you?" Jessica could see the wealthy wife and mother cringing 
her teeth as she spoke, clearly hating every syllable of her speech.

"You’re white cunt slave is still waiting for Trish's mother to arrive. 
Yes I know your party is starting soon. No the guests wont be 
pleased if we arrive late. Yes I am a stupid bimbo but...well...yes...I 
am playing with myself...I don’t know why...yes I'll stop right away 
Mistress Zamora....and will make sure this useless white slave cunt 
arrives on time for the party. Bye Mistress!"

Mrs Lowenstien placed the phone down and looked pathetically up 
at Simons. "Please, just go and tell her to come outside. Before my 
Mistress makes my life a living hell!"

Simons nodded, turned around and marched back towards the house, 
already forgetting about the quietly sobbing creature in the car trunk. 
Just as she arrived on the porch, two more cars begin pulling into the 
drive way. Instinctively she dashed into the house and closed the 
door. An overwhelming sense of worry filled her as she wondered if 
the parents inside the cars had seen her dressed this way. For some 
reason Simons still held onto that last bit of self respect, where the 
parents of the cheerleaders could still believe she was in charge and 
in control. If they only knew how much she wasn’t.

<Whack> <Whack> "I don’t care how much it hurts whore! I'll 
make dame sure you never break another one again!" <Whack>

Miss Simons could hear loud moaning in between bursts of screams. 
Peaking into the kitchen she watched as Trish's Mom rounded her 
exhausted boss and whacked her in the ass with what appeared to be 
a wooden spoon. Jennifer was literally hanging limp from handcuffs 
attached to the ceiling, her eyes closed, tears running down her 
cheek, her maid apron around her belly as her tits and sagging butt 
were red as lava. One high heel had slipped off her foot while the 
other one threatened to follow suit at any moment.

<Whack><Whack><Whack>

"Um...Mrs..."

Instantly Trish's mom turned towards the former high school 
cheerleading coach and narrowed her eyes.

"What is it? You want some too cheery?"

"NO...I mean please no thank you ma'am. But your ride is waiting 
for you...to take you to the party."

She thought for a moment, her face seeming to lighten up a bit. "Is 
Toy already in the trunk?" Simons nodded her head. "Very well, here 
you take over!" Simons stared at the wooden spoon being handed to 
her as Jessica's eyes opened up for the first time. 

"Ma'am?"

"Give it to her good while I'm gone! This sorry cunt has broken my 
shit for the last time!"

And with that she grabbed her purse off the table and marched out 
the front door. Jessica now turned back to look at a sweaty, heavy 
breathing Jennifer, whose delirious face did its best to hold the 
coach's gaze. Miss Simons hesitated. Should she really continue 
abusing this woman. She recalled a few months back to the first 
'Party' Simons had been taken to. Of how rude and uncaring Jennifer 
had been towards her. As she remembered these thoughts she found 
herself gripping the spoon handle tighter and tighter. Then her eyes 
focused on the shiny red tits still rising up and down with heavy 
breathing and her heart filled with pity for the poor boss. This could 
easily be her hanging from the kitchen ceiling.

Putting the spoon on the table she pick up a bowl and opened the 
freezer door. Filling the bowl with ice cubes she returns, walking 
around the dangling woman and kneeling behind her. Taking a cube 
from the bowl she brings it delicately to the steaming red skin of 
Jennifer's rear and rubs it lightly. Instantly Jennifer gasps at the cold, 
but soon she quiets down, closing her eyes and embracing the 
cooling sensation. Within no time Simons goes through half the bowl 
of cubes, all of them quickly melting on the heated skin. The whole 
time neither women say a word to each other, yet the occasional 
moans of appreciation allow her to continue. 

Jessica rose and walked to the front, where she applied a new cube to 
the soar breasts. Delicately she encircles them, from outside in until 
she reaches the areolas. Instinctively the nipples harden, a reaction 
Simons finds mesmerizing. For reasons she cant explain she 
continued holding the cubes there, encircling the areolas over and 
over until they are almost completely covering the hardened nipples. 
Jennifer begins to stir uncomfortably in her bonds, the skin 
becoming numb, yet still Jessica does not remove them. By now they 
are directly over her nipples as Jennifer opens her eyes to moan in 
pain, staring quizzically, but even still, to Simons own surprise she 
keeps the cubes over the numbed nipples.

"Please, it hurts." 

The words echo inside Miss Simon's ears as what is left of the 
melting cubes vanish to Jennifer's relief. Simons then looks down, 
past the maid apron hanging from her midsection and down to the 
house maid's legs. There, between two slick inner thighs was one 
unmistakably damp pussy. Reaching into the bowl she takes another 
cube and presses softly against Jessica's sex lips. The hanging 
woman immediately thrusts her hips backward to get away from the 
evil cube but it is of little use in her bonds. Soon she begins to shake 
and moan as the puffy lips join her nipples in growing numbing pain.

"Why are you doing this? Please stop, it hurts!"

But Simons doesn’t respond, simply fetching another cube when the 
first melts away, placing it against a now hard clit. Soon Jennifer 
begins to openly curse the cheerleading coach, first demanding, then 
begging her to stop. Simons does, removing the half melted cube 
from the clit and instead sliding it into the warm vagina. This is 
followed by another, then another.

An overwhelming sense of power is filling up inside Miss Simons, 
one she has never experienced. A sense of complete control over this 
shaking, moaning white woman at her complete mercy. Is this what 
her own black tormentors feel? This power? This control? 

When no more cubes will fit, she takes the last remaining cube out of 
the bowl and again presses it against the delirious woman's clit. As 
she screams in torment Simons cant help but lean forward and kiss 
the woman on the lips. The screams echo in her throat for a moment, 
then to her surprise she feels the woman kissing her back. They hold 
this embrace until the cubes completely melt away. As Simons 
finally pulls back, Jennifer softly whispers "Bitch" as she stares into 
her eyes. Simons smirks, flicks the numb wet clit with her finger nail 
and starts walking away.

"Wait, please, you can’t leave me hanging like this"

Miss Simons turned back around with pity, realizing she simply 
couldn’t leave this fellow white woman hanging like this. She 
returns and lifts her hands up to the restraints.

"No, I didn’t mean that..."

Simons looked into the hazy eyes, before lowering her hands and 
bringing one of them to the house maid's tormented pussy. Lightly 
she rubs along the wet slit, grazing her clit every other sway of her 
fingers. Jennifer simply closes her eyes, biting her lips and moans 
softly from deep within her belly. After several minutes Simon's face 
glances towards the table just before she falls to her knees. With the 
experience she's learned servicing her black Mistress Sasha she 
brings her eager face under the maid apron. Above her Jennifer 
moans with pure bliss, a kind she probably hasn’t had in some time. 
While her tongue does its work, Simons reaches out for the wooden 
spoon on the table. Turning it backwards, she slowly pushes the 
handle between the heavy cheeks of the maid's ass. Jennifer hardly 
resists as Simons begins fucking her with it while continuing to lick 
her juiced cunt to orgasm. The moans grow into grunts as the former 
high school cheerleading coach darts her tongue faster and faster 
against the clit, inserting one, two, then three fingers inside the now 
very hot pussy. Finally, and with a great cry, Jennifer floods her 
tormentor/pleasure giver's face with her vaginal juices. 

Smacking her lips, Simons peeks out from beneath the apron to look 
up at the shaking woman, who quickly slumps in her bonds 
breathing heavily. Simons rises and again brings her face to 
Jennifer's, exchanging a lover's embrace.

"Thank You!" Whispered the maid as the two pull away.

"Bitch" Snickered Simons right back.

"We both are!"

Simons stares at Jennifer for a second after these words, then 
reluctantly nods in agreement. They really were both nothing more 
than bitches. Sex slut white bitches. She flicked the house maid's clit 
one more time before walking away, leaving Jennifer hanging limp 
from the kitchen ceiling, a long wooden spoon buried up her rectum.  

After cleaning her face up in the bathroom Miss Simons ventured 
back upstairs to Trish's room to discover that five new teen girls had 
arrived. Two black and three white. One of the new white girls was 
combing a black cheerleader's hair, while another was on her knees 
carefully painting a pair of black toes red. The final new white girl 
was standing next to the make-up stand holding her cheerleading top 
over her tits, apparently waiting as the black girl beside her searched 
for the proper lipstick color to mark up her tits with. 

It took a moment for her to realize that Amber was missing. As Trish 
sat at her computer writing emails, Katty was underneath her chair, 
Trish's black feet resting comfortably on the two budding pairs of 
breasts on Katty's chest. The young girl did her best to tolerate the 
weight but she clearly was uncomfortable. None the less Amber was 
no where in the room.

<Ding Dong>

"Oh good more are here", chimed Trish as she turned around, her 
eyes scanning the room until they fell on her former cheerleading 
coach. "Ah, you Miss Simons, go down and let them in will ya!"

Simons nodded, but just as she turned towards the door, Sasha 
appeared in front of her.

"I heard what you and that bimbo law student were talking about 
downstairs in the basement. Don’t think I'm stupid. I don’t think 
Trish would appreciate you conspiring to free the family 
entertainment. I think somebody will be doing an extra bit of 
personal cheering for me later...don’t you agree Miss Simons?"

Miss Simons looked at her feet and nodded. The fact that she was 
submissively nodding to a girl 1/3 her age was no longer something 
to stop and consider. It was now as natural as breathing. For an extra 
bit of emphasis Sasha took hold of the waist band of her coach's 
cheerleading skirt and hiked it up around her midriff, similar to the 
way Jennifer’s maid apron had been. 

"Ok coachy, go let in our newest guest!"

Simons pleaded with her little Mistress not to send her off like this. 
What if the parents were downstairs with the girls? What would they 
say or do if they saw the grown woman in such a state?

It was all for nothing as Sasha swatted her coach on the ass and 
pushed her out of Trish's room. As she walked down the hallway 
rubbing her rear, Simons slowed down as she heard the sounds of 
grunting. Walking a few paces more she discovered the source of the 
noise, emanating out of a cracked door. Peering inside her eyes 
quickly focused on the bed, where two bodies where shifting back 
and forth, the sounds and smell of animalistic sex echoing from 
them. Simons stood watching, recognizing the outline of a dark 
man's body, his strong butt clenching with every grunting thrust. 
Wrapped around the waist were a pair of very athletic, white thighs. 
The rest of the white female body was buried beneath sweaty body 
of her lover.

Simons stood there, transfixed by the amazing site. Watching the 
beautifully shaped forms engaging in the purest of sex, intercourse. 
She could feel her own sex begin to stir just before the door bell rang 
again, jolting her out of her hypnotized state and back to reality. 
With one last longing look, she moved on past the cracked door and 
down the stairs.

As she approached the front door she heard a boisterous amount of 
laughter coming from the other side. Peeking through the peephole 
Simons gasped as she saw three black girls and one very frightened 
naked white girl desperately trying to take back her cheerleading top 
and skirt. Immediately Simons opened the door to even more 
laughter as the girls caught sight of the older woman with her skirt 
up at her belly. As they moved inside they pushed the scared white 
girl away and slammed it shut. Immediately they all looked into the 
peep hole, giggling the whole time.

Miss Simons felt absolutely dreadful for the poor white girl. It was 
Amy. Simons was always rather fond of her and her eagerness for 
cheering. When she accepted her onto the squad two years ago she 
never dreamed of this moment happening. She felt absolutely 
helpless as she watched the evil black cheerleaders giggle and laugh 
as they watched the now delirious girl on the other side, who had by 
now fallen into a little pink ball to hide herself from the now busier 
street.

She begged and begged to be let in, but they only laughed. Finally 
they offered her a deal. She had to stand up, turn around to face the 
street, put her hands behind her head, and spread her legs. Simons 
could only imagine the site the girl must have given the passing cars. 
The black cheerleaders just looked out the peep hole and laughed, 
telling her to shake her tits for the traffic. It wasn’t until a car 
actually stopped and a man started to get out did they finally open 
the door. She practically fell onto the carpet floor in a state of 
hysteria the coach had never witnessed. The cheerleaders gave her 
little time to calm down as they dragged her naked and all up the 
stairs to Trish's room. Simons followed not far behind them, her skirt 
still up around her tummy. As the four girls stumbled into Trish's 
room, Jessica again stopped in front of the cracked door, the sounds 
of love louder than before.

Amber was now on her hands and knees, the dark man bent over her, 
his head resting over hers, his large hands grasping her white soft 
breasts. In this new position the two bodies were thrusting with all 
their force, the moans of a female in pleasure, the sound of a man in 
lust, the smell of sex. Simons wet her dry lips.

"Sexy isn’t it?"

Miss Simons turned and took a step back as she stared at the love of 
her life, Trish.

"Well?"

The former coach nodded.

"Which of them do you enjoy watching? Him or her?"

Miss Simons turned back to the undulating bodies for a moment 
before answering, "Both".

Trish glanced at the two lovers for a moment as well and sighed 
pleasantly. "Sex between a man and a woman is always a beautiful 
thing to look at. There is nothing more pure, more natural."

Simons didn’t respond.

"That is why I give in to all his annoying begging to let him fuck her. 
She's my white slave, but I let him take her from time to time. Do 
you know why?"

Jessica shook her head no.

"Because this gives me peace. Seeing him and her, a man and a 
woman. Never mind that he is black and she is white, or even that 
he's my brother. For all the truths of natural dominance between a 
black girl like me and white girls like you and Amber, from time to 
time I need to be grounded at what is real in life. Its my mother who 
told me about this. You don’t go around the outside world too often 
and see white women trailing submissively behind black. Oh most 
white women are naturally submissive, but its simply not how our 
world operates. That’s the truth of natural dominance, and giving my 
slave to my horny brother from time to time reminds me of that, as it 
should you, Miss Simons!" 

Simons was speechless, both at how much sense it all made and at 
how eloquent Trish had said it. In a manner of moments, she had 
gained a greater knowledge and appreciation for natural dominance, 
and had never been more in awe of the girl she so loved.

Lowering her former cheerleading coach's skirt back into the proper 
position, Trish took Miss Simon's by the hand and led her towards 
her room. It would be in there that the cheerleading slumber party 
would soon begin, and a night of debauchery, humiliation, and love 
would be realized by all.


End of Chapter 7
To be Continued....


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