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This is chapter 13 in a story originally conceived and written by James 
Dawson several years ago and recently continued by myself. I've just 
become aware of a website that has both his original 7 (or 8) chapters 
and my last 4: www.understories.com

The following story is adult in nature and contains fictional depictions 
of non-consensual sexual situations exploited for erotic purposes. If 
this offends you, please stop reading.

Thanks.

-Bill
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Cheerleader's Torment Continued

by Bill H. Collins
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Chapter 13 - Road Games

When they were outside the store, Tom dropped Kate's elbow and, with a 
smirking look to Ken and Jack, fastened the leash to her collar.

"Walkies?" Jack joked.

The three of them started walking back to the car, with Kate marching 
submissively behind, being led humiliatingly by the dog leash attached 
around her neck. As they walked past the various storefronts located 
next to Red Hott Video, she tried to keep her eyes down, praying that 
nobody was looking.

"Man, why'd you guys park so far away?" Tom complained.

"Hey, it looks like doggie could use a walk," Jack responded, "Isn't 
that right, bitch?"

Kate said nothing. She just kept walking, trying not to let the leash 
get too far ahead and choke her.

As they crossed out into the parking lot, several yards from their 
vehicle, a big gray SUV drove by in front of them and slowed. The 
driver's side window rolled down to reveal a middle-aged guy in a 
crew-cut and sunglasses. He looked at them with puzzlement.

"What is this, some kind of sorority initiation?" he asked.

"You got it, man," Jack told him.

"Wow. I don't know what frat you're in, but I want to join," he said, 
looking Kate over and letting out a little whistle. "Paddle her once for 
me."

"Oh, we will," Jack assured him as the SUV drove off.

Kate flushed at once again being talked about in the third person, at 
having people discuss what terrible things they wanted to do to her 
body. It seemed that the whole world was out to degrade her. She wanted 
to just lie down right there on the pavement and cry, but she felt the 
tug of the leash at her neck.

They got to the car and stood around waiting for Mike. Ken took a map 
out of the glove compartment and started examining it. Jack began eyeing 
Kate up and down.

"How was that cock, Kate?" he finally asked with a hesitant little 
snigger, "You like that?"

Kate ignored him and pretended to examine a patch of peeling paint on 
the hood of Mike's car.

"Hey, I asked you a question, cunt. How was that cock you sucked?"

Kate kept silent, her lip beginning to tremble slightly. Tom leaned 
nervously up against the car next to Ken while Jack stepped closer to Kate.

"I always knew you were a slutty little cocktease. I used to beat off 
thinking about slapping that stuck-up prissy-girl ass."

Jack leaned into her, forcing her against the car, and she could feel 
his erection against her hip. She went completely rigid and tried not to 
look at him.

"Jack, come on, man..." Ken said, not looking up from his map.

Jack pretended not to hear. He pressed himself harder against Kate's body.

"Snobby little bitch... Always thought you were better..."

Jack grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed hard. Kate let out a gasp 
of pain and looked to the other two boys with terror in her eyes. Jack 
leaned his head down slightly and ran his tongue over her neck.

"Jack!" Ken whispered harshly, "Hey. Come on, man. You remember what 
Mike said..."

"Fuck Mike," said Jack, not taking his eyes off Kate and grinding his 
crotch slowly against her, "Who made him boss?"

Jack slid his hand from Kate's boob down to her abdomen. She began to 
squirm, trying to get away, but Jack had her pinned against the car. She 
looked around wildly to see who might be watching this public display of 
domination.

"We agreed..." protested Ken.

Jack began to bite her neck, causing Kate to emit a hushed cry. Slowly, 
his hand crept downwards and inched its way into her pants, where it 
began to rub gently against her pussy. As scared as she was to show any 
resistance, Kate began to struggle in earnest against this new invasion.

It was this scene, Jack grinding against Kate and clawing at her crotch, 
Kate fighting to break free of her helpless position against the car and 
emitting frightened squeals of protest, Tom and Ken looking on in 
nervous fascination, that Mike discovered moments later.

"Well, what have we here? Do we have a new director of activities?" Mike 
asked as he walked up carrying a brown paper grocery bag.

Jack reluctantly broke away and tried to act cool.

"I thought I'd soften little Katey up a bit before the drive, Mike. She 
seemed like she needed a little attention."

"Is that right?" asked Mike. "Well, if you'll recall, I promised Kate 
here I'd keep things under control, and it doesn't help when you start 
trying to get in her pants the minute I turn my back."

"Hey, I was just--" Jack tried to argue.

"Jesus, get your fucking dick under wraps. Hop in shotgun. You're riding 
up front with Ken."

"But--"

"You heard me. Come on. Let's roll. Kate, you're between me and Tom in 
back."

Jack seemed angry, and Tom grinned.

Kate was surprised to be feeling gratitude towards her chief tormentor, 
but she was so relieved to be saved from the malice of Jack Wilcox that 
she almost found herself forgetting all the terrible things Mike had 
made her do in the last 24 hours. It was clear now that Jack wanted to 
humiliate her, to hurt her, and to use her body for his own sexual 
gratification to whatever extent he could and without any sort of 
limitation. As perverted as the idea was, Kate was forced to think of 
Mike as a protector of sorts.

As she climbed into the car, her body squeezed between Mike and Tom, 
however, her relief subsided quickly. The engine started, and she was 
now once again trapped not just by one horny boy but by four. Out of the 
frying pan and into the fire...

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The car was out on the open highway, rolling along at a comfortable 
speed, before the demands started.

"Boy, nothing more boring than long car trips..." Mike mused. "Let's play 
a road game, huh?"

Mike put a hand on her knee, and Kate knew that something bad was coming.

"How about, every white car, Kate gets her nipples pinched?"

Kate involuntarily crossed her arms and looked down at the floor.

"Sound fun? Ok, Kate, first let's have you open up your blouse."

Mike and Tom didn't even wait for Kate to help. They both began popping 
open the buttons of her white Walmart blouse.

"Hands at your sides, Kate."

Kate put her hands down on the car seat on either side of her. Tom and 
Mike continued to work at the buttons until Mike could pull the blouse 
apart and expose Kate's huge breasts, covered only by the lacey red bra 
that Mike had bought for her. They were heaving up and down in 
trepidation. Kate did her best to control her breathing, but she found 
that she was too nervous.

"Ok. Take it off, Kate."

It was difficult from where she was sitting and with her seatbelt 
fastened around her waist, but Kate tried awkwardly to take off the 
blouse. Mike helped slip it off her arms.

She looked out the window. They were out of town now, nothing but farms 
on either side of the highway, but any passing drivers could easily look 
through the windows and see Kate riding topless with a car full of men.

"Bra too. Lean forward, Kate."

Kate leaned forward, and Mike unhooked her bra. As she leaned back, it 
slipped over her shoulders. She tried to clutch it to her chest for a 
few more moments, but Mike tore it away and placed it at his feet with 
her blouse and the paper bag.

"Good. Now keep your arms at your sides."

Jack swiveled in his seat to get yet another look at Kate's glorious 
round breasts, as if the sight continued to be new and fascinating. Kate 
saw Ken's eyes in the rearview mirror, looking at her with that same 
creepy detachment which she had come to regard as his trademark.

They drove for several minutes, and Kate fought to keep her arms at her 
side as instructed. The boys continued to stare, but nothing happened. 
Finally, they approached a huge diesel truck with a blue cab. Ken got 
into the passing lane.

"Hey, Kate, why don't you flash your tits at this trucker as we pass. 
It'll make his day."

Ken pulled even with the cab. She felt Mike's hand on her nude back, 
nudging her to lean over Tom closer to the window.

"Lean up really close to window and jiggle them around for him," Mike 
instructed.

Kate shuddered but offered no resistance as Mike guided her torso closer 
to the window. She looked up to see a Hispanic man with a moustache in 
the driver's seat of the truck, looking down at her in surprise.

"Jiggle, Kate," repeated Mike.

Mike guided Kate's shoulders, and her breasts bounced around beneath 
her, wobbling a few inches over Tom's lap. The truck driver grinned in 
astonishment.

HONK HONK

The truck's air horn bellowed its appreciation, and the boys all 
laughed. Ken picked up speed, and they drove on. Kate sat back in her 
seat and bit her lip, telling herself to be brave.

As they drove on, they encountered a glut of cars, half a dozen or so 
vehicles keeping a tight single file. Ken signaled his way over into the 
passing lane.

"White car!" Mike announced as they passed by an old white Ford Escort. 
"Get ready, Kate."

Mike reached over and grabbed Kate's left nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger. He squeezed down on it and gave it a few tugs. Kate closed 
her eyes and tried to remain motionless.

"There's another one," said Tom, pointing at a white SUV two cars in 
front of the Escort.

Tom fixed her with a long look before leaning over to pinch her right 
nipple. This time it was far more painful. Tom squeezed down with all 
his might and twisted the nipple around clockwise. Kate let out a gasp. 
 From the front seat, Jack snickered.

"How about that truck?" asked Tom.

At the head of this particular line of cars was a small pickup truck 
with gardening tools in the bed. Its paint was peeling badly, and its 
color was more rust than anything else.

"Yeah, that used to be white," Mike replied, "That counts."

Both Tom and Mike grabbed the nipple that was closest and began to 
squeeze. Kate was already sore, and this fresh assault was unbearable.

"Ah! Please... Ow!" she pleaded, her arms shaking from the pain and the 
effort to keep them at her sides.

Ken shifted back into the lane ahead of the truck. Meanwhile, Mike and 
Tom continued to manipulate Kate's nipples. Mike pinched and tugged, 
forcing Kate's left breast to follow the erratic path through which he 
guided the nipple. Tom began to gently roll her right nipple between 
thumb and forefinger.

"Heads up on the left," said Jack, grinning back at Kate's obvious 
humiliation.

The white Escort that they had passed before was now coming up quickly 
on their left side. Mike looked over without taking his hand off Kate's 
tit. Kate also turned her head to look at the car.

As it approached, she could see that the small compact was full, with at 
least four passengers. As the Escort pulled alongside them, she could 
see that they were young, probably college students, two men and two 
women. The man in the front passenger's seat was pointing at Mike's car, 
and all four were peering in excitedly.

"Looks like you have an audience, Kate," said Mike.

Kate wanted to die from shame. What must these people think of her, 
riding topless in the back of this car, letting two boys fondle her 
nipples while driving down a busy highway?

"It is a white car, though," Mike continued, "I think it counts."

With that, he leaned over and put his mouth over her nipple. After 
sucking experimentally on it for a few moments, he bit down, mashing the 
tender flesh between his incisors. Kate let out a yelp.

One of the boys from the Escort was leaning out the window now.

"Yeah! Party on!" she heard him yell. The white car then peeled away 
ahead of them.

Before she even had time to be embarrassed about her compromising 
display, however, she was distracted by Tom, who had followed Mike's 
lead and was now sinking his own teeth into her right nipple.

The pain was too great, and, in her surprise, Kate unconsciously reached 
up to push Tom away.

"Naughty, naughty, Kate," admonished Mike, "You have to keep control of 
those arms of yours, otherwise we might have to use these again."

Reaching into the paper sack at his feet, Mike produced the same set of 
handcuffs that had recently pinned Kate's wrists behind her back as she 
was forcibly given her first taste of semen. She could still feel the 
bite of the metal rings, and Kate imagined she would do just about 
anything to avoid feeling that helpless again.

"Now, put your hands on the car seat and keep them there, Kate."

Kate sniffled and complied as Mike reached back into the sack. After 
shuffling briefly through its contents, he produced what appeared to be 
thin metal chain.

"Nipple clamps, Kate," Mike explained, seeing the frightened look of 
apprehension on her face, "Hold very still."

Mike manipulated the tiny rubber jaws and stretched them wide around 
Kate's left nipple. Gingerly, he released his grip, and the first clamp 
bit down on her already sensitive tit.

The pain was excruciating. Kate's breath came in violent gasps as she 
fought desperately to keep her arms at her sides. She closed her eyes 
and tried to settle herself.

Just as she began to get used to the sharp throbbing on her left side, 
however, Mike reached across her torso and affixed the right clamp.

"Unnnngh..." Kate gasped.

It was as if she had jumped into ice cold water. Her body panted with 
the effort to master the pain as her watering eyes spilled over and 
dripped onto the chain that lay draped across her stomach, connecting 
her two nipples.

"Just take a deep breath, Kate. You're okay," Mike assured her, "We're 
going to play a new road game, alright? I'll take the nipple clamps off 
if you can name me five different things you might call your vagina. 
Ready? Go."

The pain clouded Kate's mind. What was Mike even asking her to do?

"Wh... What?" she panted. "B-but I..."

"It's not a hard game, Kate. Just give me five names for your vagina. 
'My pussy?' 'My snatch?' Whatever."

Kate's nipples were beginning to numb. She gulped and began to stammer.

"Muh- My... My... Puh...P-Puh..."

"Jesus, Kate. We've all seen it. And you can't even say it?"

Kate reddened. She closed her eyes and steeled her nerves.

"My pussy..." she whispered.

"Good, Kate. That's one."

"Muh... My snatch."

Oh god. Kate couldn't believe what she had just said. She wanted to die.

"I gave you those two, Kate. But I'll let you have them because you said 
them with such conviction. Number three?"

Kate's mind was blank. She couldn't think of anything but getting these 
horrible little metal things off her nipples, getting out of this car, 
and getting home to safety.

"Uhhh..."

Several moments passed. Kate looked up to see Jack leering back at her. 
In the rearview mirror, Ken's emotionless eyes were staring as well.

"Muh-my... uh... my cunt," spit Kate at last, using a word she'd never 
before uttered.

"Your cunt. Very good. Two more. Be quick."

But Kate couldn't be quick. Being forced to say these dirty words out 
loud was torment for her, almost as much as the stinging pain that 
burned her nipples. She felt she would rather rip her tongue out than 
have to come up with another filthy way of describing her privates.

"M-My privates?" Kate managed to say in a burst of inspiration.

All four boys laughed. Kate looked away in humiliation.

"Okay, that counts," said Mike, "one more."

Many moments of agonizing silence passed before Mike began to prod her.

"Come on, Kate. We're getting impatient."

Without warning, he reached over to the chain and gave it a succession 
of quick tugs. Kate yelped in agony.

"One more, Kate! What else do you call that thing between your legs?"

"Muh-my, uh... Muh-my, uh... uh... m-my..." she said, beginning to stammer 
uncontrollably.

"How about your fuckhole, Kate? Say it. 'My dirty fuckhole.'"

Kate looked up and made eye contact with him, her huge bloodshot eyes 
looking at him in surprise.

"Muh-my... my..." she began, looking down again in utter humiliation, "my 
dirty f-fuckhole."

The boys laughed again. Jack started to clap.

"See? That wasn't so hard," said Mike, taking off the clamps and letting 
Kate's nipples slowly reclaim their former shape and color.

"ETA, twenty minutes," said Ken from the front seat.

"Wow. Did you hear that Kate?" asked Mike, staring at her with an 
insufferable grin, "Now doesn't the time pass so much faster in the car 
with a couple road games to keep you occupied?"

To be continued...

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