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Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleader's Torment Continued, Chapter 9 (nc, M/f)
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I've been an enormous fan of the work of James Dawson for many years, 
especially his unfinished (to my knowledge) story "Cheerleader's 
Torment." I must stress: the following attempt at continuation is merely 
an homage. The characters, the plot and even much of the style all 
belong to Mr. Dawson.

Chapter 8 picks up where the story left off (way back in 1996, I 
believe), and while there is a brief recap, I suggest that you read the 
rest of the story, still available on the James Dawson Tribute Page: 
http://members.tripod.com/~Monsieur_Ed/ct.htm
If the response is favorable, more chapters will follow.

Finally, the following story contains content that is not only adult in 
nature, but potentially quite offensive. Some people find such things 
sexually exciting, but if you find you are not one of them, I encourage 
you to stop reading.

-Bill
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CHEERLEADER'S TORMENT CONTINUED

by Bill H. Collins

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Chapter nine - The pool

Kate's bottom still ached from the spanking.

After Mike and his stooges had left, she'd taken the twenty dollar bill 
from its perch, sticking out from her butt, and, in a sudden fit of 
fury, she'd torn it to pieces, finally collapsing to the floor in 
convulsive sobs, beating the carpet impotently with her fists.

After a few moments of indulging her frustration, however, Kate's fear 
began to take over. They were all waiting for her at the pool. They 
wanted her to put on a dress and makeup and meet them promptly. Who 
knows what they might do to her if Mike determined that she was late? 
This terror sent a wave of adrenaline pulsing through her, and she 
sprang into action.

Looking at Caroline's black, spaghetti-strap dress, Kate realized 
immediately how foolish her white panties and bra were going to be 
underneath this revealing evening-wear. Still, she had no other options. 
She pulled on her underwear and began the difficult process of trying to 
squeeze her own figure into another girl's clothes.

Kate's breasts were much larger than Caroline's, and her cleavage 
threatened to spill all the way out of its confines. The dress pushed 
and squeezed her already alluring figure into lewd shapes. She was also 
slightly taller, and the skirt barely managed to cover her crotch. If 
she bent down even a little, she was sure her white panties would pop 
into view.

Next, Kate found the makeup kit (another loan from Caroline) and applied 
lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and even a bit of eye shadow and blush. 
Since she did not regularly apply any more than the lightest of facial 
highlights, she had no idea what she was doing, and when she stepped 
back from the mirror, she realized that she had gone much heavier than 
she meant to.

Still, there was no time. She needed to get to the pool quickly unless 
she wanted another spanking (As soon as this thought came to her, she 
cringed: how well she'd been trained).

Kate took one last look at herself. The sight was horrifyingly trashy. 
Her voluptuous figure was mashed into a tiny tasteless dress, her white 
bra jarringly visible, and her beautiful, innocent features were 
disguised behind a layer of makeup. She looked exactly like what the 
hotel clerk had assumed she was: a hooker.

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Kate walked up to the gated pool area, her eyes locked on the ground so 
as to avoid the smirking faces that watched her approach.

"You made good time, Kate," said Mike as she walked through the gate. 
"I'm glad to see you're learning. Are you ready to show us how sexy you 
can be?"

Kate said nothing. She just stared at the ground.

"I asked you a question, Kate. It's very rude not to answer."

"Y-yes."

"Very good. Let's start out by having you put your hands on the gate."

She stole a look up at the four guys. Tom and Jack both had cameras, 
nice ones from the looks of them, and Ken had out one of the camcorders. 
She complied with Mike's command, turning her back to the cameras and 
grabbing ahold of the bars that separated the pool from the hotel 
parking lot.

"Look back towards Tom," Mike instructed. "Now give us your best 
seductive smile."

Kate looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with Tom's lens. She 
tried to force her mouth into smile. Shutters snapped.

"That's more of a grimace, Kate. Keep trying. Try pretending the camera 
is your favorite flavor of ice cream."

Kate contorted her face, praying that whatever she was doing would 
appease them. She refocused her eyes and looked meaningfully at the 
camera. More snapping of shutters.

"Better. Now stick your ass out just a little bit more. And spread your 
legs a little like you were being frisked."

Kate blushed with shame, hoping it wouldn't show underneath her layers 
of makeup. She leaned her bosom in towards the gate, arching her back 
and thrusting her bottom back towards the cameras. She attempted to 
widen her stance, but the dress was so tight that she was only able to 
spread her legs a few inches.

"Very nice. Now wiggle it around a little bit for the video. Keep that 
smile, remember."

"Oh god..." Kate hesitated and then began to shimmy her hips ever so 
slightly, making her round, luscious rear bounce around seductively. 
Both Tom and Jack continued to snap pictures from different angles.

"Very sexy, Kate. You've really got a knack for this. If you keep this 
obedience up, we'll be out of here in no time. Here's what I want next: 
step away from the gate. Now face Tom. Good. Now I want you to put your 
hands on your knees."

Kate gritted her teeth and bent down. She felt the bottom of her skirt 
riding up.

"Don't change your position, but look up at the camera. Don't forget to 
smile."

Tom crouched down in order to be at eye level with her. She tried her 
best to force a smile, all too conscious that gravity was threatening to 
pull her boobs right out of her top and that her dress was inching 
slowly up over her bottom. Meanwhile, she heard Jack moving behind her, 
eagerly taking photos of her ass.

"Very good. Now, just bend down a little farther. Grab the backs of your 
calves."

As she sunk down further, the black dress bunched up almost to her hips. 
Her white panties came into full view. On seeing them, Mike let out a laugh.

"Quite elegant, Kate. You didn't have any other underwear?"

Kate couldn't look up at him from her doubled-up position, but she shook 
her head "no," causing the cascade of hair that hung to the ground and 
obscured her face to sweep the concrete tiling.

"Well, luckily we've got a trip to the mall planned for later this 
afternoon. I swear, Kate, we've never had a girl be this much trouble."

He walked over and gave her a playful slap on the ass. She lurched 
forward in surprise but otherwise kept her position.

"Next I want you to kneel on the ground, facing me."

Kate stood up and brushed the hair out of her face. Just then, a minivan 
drove up into the parking lot. Kate froze and looked at it.

"Hurry up, Kate," Mike insisted. "Don't worry. We've got permission to 
be doing this. Remember what good friends you are with the hotel clerk?"

The boys snickered. Kate hesitated as a 30ish couple got out of the van 
and went to check into their room. Turning to see the look in Mike's 
eyes, however, she quickly dropped to her knees and waited for further 
instruction.

"Now put your index finger in your mouth and suck on it. Like you have a 
paper cut. Look up at Tom's camera."

Kate adopted this coquettish gesture, thinking less about the pose and 
more about how painful the concrete was on her knees.

"Now bend over and put your hands on the ground."

Kate took her finger out of her mouth, took a deep breath, and did as 
she was told, crouching down on all fours like an animal. She closed her 
eyes in shame, praying that no one from the hotel was watching her 
humiliation.

"Really arch your back," Mike instructed, "Stick that ass up into the 
air. And spread your legs a bit."

She did her best. Once more, the dress was riding up and her panties 
were on full display.

"Better. Jack, help her out a little."

Oh god. Her whole body tensed. She felt Jack crouch down beside her. 
Gingerly, as if savoring every moment, he grabbed the hem of her dress 
on either side and pulled it up slowly over her ass, bunching the 
material up well past her hips. Free from restraint, her legs could now 
spread much wider, and indeed Jack guided them apart, placing his palms 
on her inner thighs and nudging them. An involuntary shudder made its 
way through her body at Jack's invasive touch. Finally, Jack grabbed 
ahold of her panty-clad ass with both hands and guided it upwards, 
causing her to readjust her posture.

"There we go, Kate," said Mike. "Just like a bitch in heat."

The rest of the boys laughed. Kate's arms began to tremble at this 
remark and the realization of how crudely she was displaying herself. 
Tom circled her, getting pictures from every angle.

"Now, don't move from that position, Kate, or you know what'll happen. 
Jack? Would you do the honors?"

Nearly shaking with excitement, Jack grabbed the waistband of Kate's 
panties. Kate's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to 
happen.

"No! Please!"

It was too late. With sudden force, Jack yanked Kate's panties down to 
her aching knees. Kate let out a wail of humiliation.

"Keep that back arched, Kate," Mike warned.

Jack, Tom and Ken all began fighting to get a shot of the beautiful 
naked ass being flaunted in front of them. Kate closed her eyes and 
began sobbing, knowing full well from the breeze she was feeling on her 
pussy what a superb view of her womanhood she must be giving to the 
three photographers.

"Okay. You can go ahead and stand up now."

Kate rose from off of all fours and wiped some of the tears and snot 
away, wishing she had a tissue. She got to her feet and began to pull 
her panties up.

"Nope. Just take those off, Kate."

Kate sniffled. She had hoped she was done. Reluctantly, she lowered her 
panties back down and stepped out of them.

"Hand them over here."

Kate picked up her panties and handed them to Mike, still sniffling. He 
accepted them, but then thought better of it.

"Here ya go, Kate. You look like you could use a kleenex."

She heard Ken let out a chuckle. Aghast, she took the panties and dabbed 
her eyes with them. Then, seeing Mike still watching her expectantly, 
she folded them over and blew her nose into them. She tried to hand them 
back.

"I don't want your snotty panties." Mike told her, disgustedly, "set 
them over there."

She tip-toed past Tom, eyes down, to set her panties on the plastic 
table near the pool's shallow end. "Dirty whore," he whispered to her as 
she passed.

"We're almost done here, Kate. You've been pretty cooperative so far on 
this, and if we can just make it through these last couple of shots, 
we'll all take a nice breather before our afternoon activities. Then, 
it's a few more hours to the cabin. We spend one night up there, play 
some slumber party games, and then drive you back home the next morning 
safe and sound."

Kate nodded silently. If only she could make it until then.

"You'll be a full fledged, initiated member of the cheerleading team, 
and no one but us will ever know this little weekend happened."

He walked up to her and cupped her chin with his hand, bringing her eyes 
up to look at him.

"I know this has been pretty rough for you, Kate. But you're more than 
halfway done. If you just do everything you're told, I promise things 
won't go any further than they need to. And by this time tomorrow, 
you'll be able to look back on it with a laugh."

Kate looked into his eyes. The sweeter he tried to sound, the more 
frightening she found him.

"Th... the pictures?" she asked, nervously.

"If you see this thing through, and don't give us any trouble, they'll 
be locked up safely with the pictures of all the other girls. We don't 
show those off, do we? Now, let's do these last couple shots. Stand over 
there by that lounge chair."

Kate forced herself to walk over to the chair. All she had to do was 
make it through the next 24 hours, she kept telling herself, but fear of 
what might happen in those 24 hours continued to gnaw at her. She turned 
to face Mike. All four guys were in front of her, waiting.

"Good. Now lift the front of your skirt."

Her heart raced. Slowly, she reached down and began to pull up her dress.

"Further. We want to see your pussy."

Kate flinched. She readjusted her grip and continued to pull upwards. 
She had to tug and shimmy to get the material past her hips, but 
finally, humiliatingly, she stood there with her dress hiked up to her 
bellybutton, displaying her shaved pussy to the four guys and three cameras.

"Really show us that cunt, Kate. Spread your legs a little. Good. Now 
stick it out towards us."

Her mouth was completely dry and her knuckles were going white she was 
gripping the dress so hard, but she forced herself to comply, thrusting 
her vagina lewdly in front of her body while Tom and Jack eagerly took 
pictures.

"Very good," said Mike after what seemed like an eternity. "That's a 
smooth little pussy you've got there, Kate. Why don't you have a seat. 
Keep your dress up, though. And keep your legs apart too."

She sat down on the lounge chair, her sore and naked ass coming into 
uncomfortable contact with the plastic surface. Dying of 
self-consciousness, she resisted the urge to close her legs.

"Alright, Kate. You're doing fantastic. Now, I just want you to reach 
down with your right hand..."

Oh god.

"...Take two fingers..."

Oh god, no.

"...And spread your pussy open just a bit so we can have a peak inside."

"W-what?" Kate began to sputter, looking at him. "b-but..."

"B-but what, Kate? B-but, what?" Mike mocked her, angrily. "You'd rather 
have one of us help you out? Is that it?"

Mike took a step towards her, menacingly. Kate gasped in fear and her 
legs clamped shut. Her hand came forward instinctively to protect her 
crotch.

"No!" she nearly screamed. "No! Oh god. Please don't touch me. Please."

"If you don't open up your god damn legs and spread your fucking pussy 
for us, there's going to be a lot more than touching in minute!" Mike 
barked at her. "You've got until the count of five. 1... 2... 3..."

Panicked, Kate began to sob.

"Wait! No... O-Oh god... Please, wait... L-like this?"

Trembling uncontrollably, Kate placed her index and middle fingers on 
the lips of her vagina and spread them apart. There was a moment of 
tension in the air as both she and the three other guys waited to see if 
this performance would be good enough for Mike.

"Now was that so fucking difficult?" Mike sighed. "Spread it nice and 
wide so we can get a good view. And for Christ's sake, try to smile, 
Kate. What kind of model are you?"

Kate choked back her tears and tried to manage some semblance of a 
smile, but she couldn't make eye contact with any of the cameras, not 
while her right hand was engaged in the sordid business of spreading 
apart her pussy lips.

"Now, Kate, with all the pleasure you've brought to other people this 
weekend, I think maybe you deserve a little bit of pleasure too."

Where was this going? Kate's heart pounded in her ribcage.

"So there's one more thing I'd like you to do out here. We're almost 
done. As soon as we're finished, you can go back to your room, have a 
little bit of time alone. Relax. But before we go in, I'd like you to 
get yourself off."

Though terrifying comprehension was slowly seeping into Kate's mind like 
acid dripping down her esophagus, her face registered nothing. Mike 
tried to clarify.

"Have you ever masturbated before, Kate?"

She had, but Kate shook her head "no." She couldn't move; her fingers 
were still in their same position on her pussy lips.

"Well, you better learn quick. Because we're not leaving until you 
either have, or manage to convincingly fake, an orgasm."

Kate looked from Mike to Tom to Jack to Ken and back to Mike. She felt 
weak, sick and unbelievably frightened. She couldn't do it. She just 
couldn't. How was she going to get out of this?

"I can't," she murmured.

"Bullshit you can't!" roared Mike, causing Ken to scan the parking lot 
nervously.

"I've never... I d-don't even..." Kate tried to explain.

"Obedience, Kate! I told you to start masturbating, so you'd better 
start touching yourself. Of course, if you'd rather have some help..."

Kate looked over her shoulder to make sure no hotel guests were 
watching, then hesitantly, uncertainly began to rub her hand over her 
crotch, looking up at Mike to make sure she was performing to his 
satisfaction. Ken filmed her progress, and Tom and Jack both moved 
around getting better angles of the sexy young cheerleader masturbating 
at a public pool.

She had no idea what she was doing. She vaguely remembered labeling the 
different parts of the female anatomy in Sex Ed, and she could usually 
find her clitoris, but her sex organ remained largely a mystery to her. 
As a result, Mike had to verbally refine her technique from time to time.

"Don't just rub your palm all over. Start fingering your clit."

This was too humiliating for words. She felt guilty masturbating in 
private, and to be forced to play with herself in front of four horny 
teenage guys was almost too much. What's more, to have Mike even talking 
about "her clit," let alone giving her orders on what to do with it, was 
a violation that filled her entire being with the deepest feelings of shame.

"Use your forefingers. Stroke it. Like you're petting a mouse."

Looking over her shoulder once again, Kate began rubbing her clit. She 
had assumed that with an audience, her genitals would be like ice, that 
she'd be too nervous to be even the slightest bit aroused. After a few 
minutes of this stroking, however, she found that her body was actually 
responding, despite her inner revulsion. Stunned, she hesitated.

"Don't stop, Kate. Keep stroking. Harder."

Kate had no choice but to resume. The intense physical sensations had 
become difficult to ignore. So much so that she was momentarily 
distracted from the humiliation of having her pussy exposed. She found 
herself making longer, broader strokes with her fingers.

"Don't fight it," Mike urged, "The faster you cum, the faster you can go 
inside."

Kate's strokes became more circular, and her fingers would every so 
often slip down and penetrate her pussy ever so slightly. An 
involuntary, "ah," escaped her, and once again she hesitated, suddenly 
deeply mortified that it might look as if she was enjoying herself. 
Before Mike could say anything, though, she resumed her rhythm, as fast 
as ever, anxious not to antagonize him further.

Kate shut her eyes, trying to pretend that she was somewhere else, that 
she was someone else. She kept massaging her pussy, praying that Mike 
would tell her to stop soon. No such instruction came.

Gradually, Kate's back began to arch, and she began to play with herself 
in earnest. Her breathing became faster and more audible. She tried her 
best to supress the faint sighs  that she heard herself making every so 
often, but more and more she felt she was losing control. Oh god, she 
thought. Oh god. I'm going to... I think I'm going to...

"Ew! What's she doing?"

Kate froze and opened her eyes. The guys were all looking with evident 
surprise towards the pool gate. There stood a young boy, perhaps 9 or 10 
years old, in swimming trunks, his hands clutching the bars and his face 
peering in towards Kate as if she were some curious zoo animal.

"Scram, kid. The pool's closed," Mike hissed at him. "Get outta here."

"Why's she doing that?" the preadolescent insisted in a whiney tone.

"None of your god damn business," Mike responded. "Vamoose."

"I'm telling my Mommy!" the kid squeaked at Mike and ran back towards 
the motel.

There was a moment of tension in which there was no sound but the 
frantic beating of Kate's heart. Finally, Jack and Tom looked at each 
other and began to laugh, relieved. After a moment, Mike joined in.

"Well, Kate. It looks like you got to be a sex education teacher as well 
as a model today."

Kate felt herself getting hysterical.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. He saw me... He saw... Oh god..."

"That's right. A little kid caught you playing with yourself. Big deal. 
Now, pull your dress down and we better get back to our rooms before 
that brat's mom shows up and wants to know why you've emotionally 
scarred her son for life."

Kate leapt up from the lounge chair, feeling that she might break down 
at any second. The plastic made a sticky "Thwiiiip" as it pulled apart 
from her ass. She grabbed her panties and followed Mike out into the 
parking lot, readjusting her dress as she walked.

Mike led her to her room.

"Alright, Kate. You did pretty well, considering. You can have an hour 
or two to rest before we have to check out. I'll come get you when it's 
time.

She walked silently into the room, thinking of nothing but the slutty 
performance she had just put on.

"Try to cheer up, Kate. We've got an exciting afternoon planned," Mike 
encouraged her as he turned to leave. "After all, girls love the mall."

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