Cheerleader

      Today is the first day of school. I have been looking forward to going this year because I'll be a college freshman. I want to join the cheerleading squad. The tryouts are tomorrow. I can't wait. I have been taking cheerleading and gymnastics for years now and I hope to get a cheerleading scholarship. I have heard that the cheerleaders are treated very special. They are all so beautiful and their cheering is excellent.

      The college is Springfield University. Their football team came in second place last year. I know this year will be the best. We get our class assignments today. My classes are Biology, English, Algebra, Art, and History. Today went by very fast. My dorm room is nicely painted in pastels and I have a lot of nice new stuff.

        School was fine today, the second day. But now, it's time for the tryouts. Wow! I can't wait. First we meet the football coach, Coach Vidmar. He is formally from Russia. He gave us a lecture about commitment. He said we had to support his team and if we weren't dedicated, to not waste his time. He told us to do some exercises and he made observations. He did not tell us anything else, he just wrote notes on his clipboard.

        The cheerleading coach is formally from Iran. He introduced himself as Coach Wahlm. He had us practice a lot of cheers. Then we had to perform them one at a time for him. He too did not say much, just jotted down notes. We were all given an appointment to meet the two coaches tomorrow at different times. My time was at 1:15pm. I am really excited and nervous. If I can make the team, I know I will get a scholarship and be treated with courtesy and respect from the rest of the students.

        My biology class ran late so I had to run to the gym to my appointment. When I arrived, the coach took me into his office where the football coach was already waiting. The first thing said to me was, "You are late by two minutes. We do not tolerate people being late. How bad do you want to be on this team?" He had a really heavy Iranian accent. I replied that I wanted to be a cheerleader more than anything. He asked me if I was willing to perform and support the team with all my heart. I replied, "Absolutely." He replied, "The answer is yes, sir. You must always address me with 'sir' in your response. Do you understand?"  I repeated, "yes, sir." He asked me if I stayed in the dorms because the cheerleaders had to be accessible at all times. I replied, "yes, sir." He informed me that if I were picked for the cheering squad, I would be given a full 4-year scholarship and many other perks. But, being a Springfield University cheerleader took dedication, sacrifice, and a willingness to be a team player. I replied, "Yes, sir."

He said, "All right, now I want you to undress."

"Excuse me, sir," I questioned?

"I said undress, do you not understand undress?" he questioned sarcastically.

"In here?" I questioned.

"Of course! Where the fuck do you think I mean? - Listen here girl; if you want to be a Springfield cheerleader, you will obey without hesitation or questions. Do you understand?"

I was stunned at the way he spoke to me, but I solemnly replied, "yes, sir" and began to undress. When I was completely naked, he looked me up and down. Then he requested for me to turn around so he could see my backside. I obeyed.

Looking over at the football coach he stated, "I do not understand American girls that think they can question the authority or directions of a man."

The Russian replied, "In Russia, we punish such women."

The football coach was also surveying my naked body. Then the cheerleading coach told me to bend over and spread my legs apart so he could see my vagina. I was quite embarrassed, but obeyed. My heart began to beat so fast; I thought I would pass out. Thankfully, he did not touch me. Then he told me to get dressed and said to meet him again tomorrow at 1:15. I dressed and quickly left.

      Wow! I had never undressed in front of a man before. I was so embarrassed and nervous. But it was over now so I might as well calm my rapid beating heart and go to my next class.

In the hallway, I saw a sophomore cheerleader. I stopped and asked her, about the coach wanting to see me naked. "Was that normal?" I asked. She just said, "Oh that, don't worry, you will get used to it."

"Get used to what?" I asked.

"You know, supporting the players," she whispered. Then she walked away. I did not really know what she was talking about, but I would soon find out.

        The next day at 1:15, I knocked on Coach Wahlm's door. He opened it and led me through his office to the back. There was another door. We went through it and then I realized we were in the men's locker room. There were three football players sitting on a bench waiting. The coach then informed me that they would make the decision of whether or not I became a cheerleader. The coach turned and went back into the office leaving me there with the players.

        The player sitting in the middle of the group told me to come closer. I recognized him. He had been the quarterback last season. He asked me if I really wanted to be a cheerleader. I replied, "yes."

He said, "Okay, then you must undress for me."

"What is it with this undressing thing?"

The guy sitting on the right of the quarterback stood up and firmly said, "Just shut up and obey!"

My heart began to beat fast again. My mouth went dry and the palms of my hands began to sweat. I did not understand what was going on. I knew this request was unusual in America, but I remembered what the Russian coach said about punishing so I slowly turned my back to them and undressed. The player sat down.

      The quarterback said, "Turn around and come closer." I obeyed.

He grabbed my shoulder with his right hand. He took his left hand and placed it upon my face. He rubbed my cheek for a minute. Then his hand slowly proceeded down my neck to my chest. He placed his hand on my breast. I was scared. Then he asked me if I was a virgin.

My face turned bright red and I replied, "Yes."

A big smile came upon his face. He whispered softly, "I like virgins. They're so fresh and rare."

      Then he ran his hand down my flat stomach and started to finger my vagina. I gasped. My mind was racing. What should I do? He slowly began to insert one finger into my vagina. He rubbed me for a while. Then he inserted three fingers into my tight area. I was trembling. Then he asked, "What's wrong, baby? Did you not know that in order to be a cheerleader, you have to serve the players?"

I didn't know what to do or what to think. I remained quiet.

      The other players got off the bench. The quarterback stood up and guided me down on the bench. He slowly unzipped his pants and began to mount me.

I whispered, "No. Please, don't."

He did not stop.

I repeated louder, "No, please don't."

He started pressing his big hard dick into my small vagina.

Oh god, it hurt. I cried out, "owe, you- you're hurting me. Please don't do this!"

"Just relax baby, once it is in, it won't hurt."

The tears ran down my cheeks as he continued to penetrate me. The pressure was great. He pressed harder until his giant penis was in my small bleeding vagina. His body was heavy on me. I could hardly breath.

      He began to kiss me. I did not respond and he said, "come on baby, relax. You can do this. You need to cooperate. You need to please me or you will fail this test. Now kiss me."

I slowly opened my mouth and began to suck on his lips and kiss him. I felt sick to my stomach, but I continued to kiss him. He slowly began to pump his large cock into and out of my vagina.  He was a giant upon my small frame, but he was slow and gentle. He continued to pump for a long while until he ejaculated inside me.

The flow of tears came more rapidly down my cheeks as I realized what had just happened. This jerk just took away my virginity.

    He softly whispered into my ear, "That was very good. We want a girl that will be available when called upon to satisfy our needs. If I or anyone else on this football team wants a fuck, you'd better give it up. Do you understand? We now own you. We won't stand for any resistance. No argument, no complaint, just pure obedience. Do you understand this?"

I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to say. I could not believe what just occurred. He put his hand around my neck and started to squeeze.

"Answer me. I expect an immediate answer," he threatened.

"Yes, sir," I replied in a faint whisper.

"That's good, baby. Just obey and you will be fine." He got up and zipped his pants.

      I started to get up but he caught my shoulder and gently pressed me back down.

"No, you are not finished here yet."

He turned and I could see another player waiting behind him. He had removed his cloths and stood there with his big dick erect waiting his turn. He mounted me, but he was not slow and gentle as the quarterback had been. He was fast and furious. I just closed my eyes and tried to allow my mind to escape what was happening to my body.

      When he finished, the third player was waiting. He mounted me and I again closed my eyes. Then I felt a sharp slap on my face. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see who is fucking you."

I opened my eyes and looked at him as he began to pound his dick into me. The tears flowed freely down my cheeks and he started to lick them off my face. Oh gross, I could not believe this guy was licking me. I turned my head away. Then I felt another sharp slap upon my face.

"I said look at me while I am fucking you." I looked back at him and he placed his hands on each side of my face wedging my head in place so I could not look away. Then he began to fuck me really fast and hard.

"You like that, baby? Huh? You like that? I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

After a few minutes, he stopped and stood up. He took a step forward, grabbed my hair and shoved his dick in my mouth.

"Suck my cock." He commanded.

I did not move; I just tried to push his dick out with my tongue.

"I said suck it, bitch."

He placed both hands behind my head and started shoving his dick down my throat. I began to choke and gag. I was now crying. He stopped and slapped my face a couple of times really hard.

He screamed, "Put some effort into it! Suck it!"

I started to suck slowly. He calmed down and said, "that's better, good girl. Keep sucking." After a couple of minutes, he removed his dick from my mouth and shoved it into my vagina again. At the last minute he pulled out and ejaculated on my stomach. He got up, scooped up his cum and smeared it on my face. I continued to lie there and cry. I was disheartened. I was confused. He walked away.

    The quarterback came back over and whispered in my ear, "you passed. You are now a Springfield cheerleader."

I turned over onto my side, covered my face with my hands and cried harder.

They all went back through the door into the coach's office. A few minutes later the coach came out. He instructed me to get up, get dressed and fix my makeup. I obeyed.

"You will now be on call to the players. If a player wants you before or after a game, you will delight him. If you are called for at a party, you are obligated to give yourself freely. I am warning you. Do not cause a player to come to me with a complaint about you. Is this understood?"

I nodded. All of a sudden he struck me so hard I fell to the floor.

"You will not nod, you will address me with respect," he stated with a thick accent. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I managed to whisper between sobs.

        Wow. I could not believe what I had gotten into. I had no idea the cheerleaders were treated this way. How can this be? I thought all I would have to do is cheer at games and practices. After getting dressed and putting myself together, I walked to my dorm room. I did not feel like going to class.


        The next day cheerleading practice started right after my last class. Coach Wahlm made us do a lot of exercises. Then we practiced some cheers. He said that our first game would be on Saturday night. It was an away game. He said not to worry about anything.

"The uniforms and your meals on the road will all be paid for by the school athletic department," he informed.

        When Saturday came, we boarded a bus separate from the players. I was relieved. I did not think I could face seeing the quarterback and the other two players that had taken advantage of me without turning bright red and sick to my stomach.

After the game, a linebacker that I had not met came up to me and requested me to meet him in his dorm room at 21:00 hours. I replied, "No way!"

      Upon returning to the school, the football coach called me into his office. When I arrived, he and the linebacker were waiting for me. He asked me why I had refused the request of the linebacker.

I replied, "I did not want to have sex with him."

"Don't you know you are obligated to respond to the needs of the players?"

"All I want to do is cheer for them."

The Russian coach screamed, "You will see what we do to women that do not obey in Russia."

"But this is not Russia."

      He promptly knocked me to the floor, grabbed a nearby leather belt and began beating me.

The linebacker called out, "Yea, beat the bitch!"

I cried out for the coach to stop.

He yelled, "Shut up! You will be beaten until you give in to the demands of this man."

He kept beating me. It became a battle of wills. I held out as long as I could, but the lashes kept coming.

      Finally, I could not take it anymore. I cried, "Please, please stop. I'll obey him! Please stop!"

He finally stopped, but he handed the belt to the linebacker stating, "I have punished her, now you will beat her until she begs you for forgiveness.

"The linebacker took the belt and started beating me really hard. He beat me relentlessly.

I cried out, "Please stop. Please stop."

The lashes came fast and hard. My back, butt, and legs were stinging like fire. I felt I could not take anymore. Out of breath and exhausted. I cried out, "Please - please - stop". I thought I was going to faint.

        He stopped for a moment and asked, "What was that?" 

"Please, please forgive me".

    "My name is Bruce. Please forgive me Bruce," he corrected.

"Please forgive me, Bruce."

The coach yelled out, "you must beg forgiveness with sincerity and respect!"

I looked at the linebacker with pleading eyes and a broken spirit. "Please Bruce, please forgive me, sir. I will perform as you have instructed. I beg your forgiveness, sir."

    The coach came over, ripped off my clothes and mounted me. He plunged his hard dick into me without letting me get prepared. Oh god, how it hurt. He continued pumping - forcing his dick deeper inside me with each thrust. After a while, he got up into a squat and forced his dick into my mouth. He placed his hands behind my head and shoved his large penis into my mouth and down my throat. I started to cough.

      He removed his dick and slapped my face. I cried and he yelled out, "You will suck this dick until I tell you to stop!"

He slapped my face again hard - before shoving his dick back down my throat.

I squirmed on the floor beneath his massive body, but I could not fight his enormous strength. After shoving his dick down my throat several times, he slammed my head against the floor and moved down forcing my vagina open as he plunged his dick in hard and deep.

      "This is what women are good for. You are here to please men. This is your only purpose in life," he said with that thick Russian accent. After he ejaculated inside me, he got up and stood over me.

        I closed my eyes and just lay there limp as a dishrag. I tried to let my mind escape what was happening to my body.

      The linebacker had his turn to mount me. He fucked me really fast. It felt as if my vagina was on fire. He grabbed my left nipple and pinched it. I screamed out in pain.

He said, "You like that?" and pinched me again.

I screamed out in pain again.

He said, "I like it when you cry. Cry, baby, cry out." He pinched me again and when I cried out in pain, he thrust his dick deeper into me. The tears came flooding down my cheeks. I could not stop them. He thrust as hard and fast as he could until he ejaculated inside me.

      When will it end? When will this nightmare end? I wondered.

Then he got up and dressed. 

The coach came and stood over me. "Spread your legs," he commanded.

I complied not knowing what to expect next. All of a sudden the coach kicked my vagina as hard as he could. The force lifted me off the floor and sent me sliding about a foot across the office hitting my head on a chair leg.

I grabbed my crotch with my hands. The pain was incredible.

"Move your hands and spread your legs," he screamed.

I was afraid to comply but too afraid not to - so trembling, I obeyed.

He kicked my vagina again with full force lifting my body off the floor. The pain was unbearable. I lay there scrunched up in a ball.

He went over to his desk and lit a cigarette. As he puffed on the cigarette he slowly walked back over to my naked trembling body. He squatted down close to my head and looked into my weeping eyes.

"I'd better not ever get a complaint about you again. You will be submissive and obedient to the players. If you don't, I show you what will happen next."

He grabbed my left breast and placed the burning cigarette onto my tit.

I screamed in agony and squirmed beneath the burning cigarette. I must have passed out, because the next thing I felt was warm and wet. I opened my eyes to see the coach peeing on me.

      I just lay there in a tight ball on the floor cupping my burnt breast.

The linebacker and the coach turned and walked out of the office.

I must have laid there for about an hour before I had the strength to get up. I got dressed slowly. Oh god how my breast and vagina ached. The pain was immense. I slowly got up and staggered to my dorm room and cried myself to sleep.

    The next morning my vagina was swollen double its size, my nipple had a bad burn on it and I had black and blue stripes up and down my body. I could not sit down without pain. My body still trembled from pain and fear.