The Cheerleader Game
Click on image to enlarge.
by Declan Brand
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Take six sexy beautiful cheerleaders and offer them a photoshoot, then when they jump at the chance, whisk them away to a secluded private island and into their own personal hell! They are to become the hunted, the hunters being men who have paid a fortune to find them within the time given. If they do, they get to keep the girl. If they don't, the girl 'wins' and the money is forfeit. Six feisty girls who think they can outwit and outrun the determined men are released at dawn, the men are permitted to go after them one hour later and so the game is on! For all six girls this proves to be a life changing experience. Those who are captured are condemned to a life with sadistic masters, those who win are still kept as captive slavegirls on the island and 'trained' into their new roles. For all of them, life will never be the same again! This is a story of violence, of rebellion, of sexual satisfaction and of submission!
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [146 KB]
Reading time: 92-128 min.
Jacobs leaned back into his seat, sighing with pleasure as the padding cradled his lower back. He picked up the remote control sitting on the side table and pointed it at the big, wall-mounted flat screen set directly in front of him.
At his side knelt a beautiful slave girl-- waiting to pleasure him in any way he might desire. I see Carole sent the new one, he nodded to himself. I hope she's been properly prepared...
The girl was young--not more than eighteen or so, with flaxen hair that hung down over her shoulders. Her wrists were tightly cuffed behind her back and her elbows were strapped together, exhibiting fine, large breasts. She was naked apart from a wide leather collar and two leather belts--one around her waist, the second running between her legs. Both belts were tight enough that Jacobs could see indents in her soft skin--he could also hear the soft hum of the vibrator he'd ordered placed in her cunt--balancing the slightly over-sized butt plug that filled her anal opening.
Let's see just how much she's learned since we brought her here. He crooked a finger at her and opened his robe before turning his attention back to the game on the screen.
It took a moment for her to struggle to her feet. She'll need practice with that, Jacobs noted. But it will come in time. He watched, from the corner of his eye, as she slowly stepped toward his chair. She does move well. He smiled at the hip-swing she put into every move. I guess she learned that lesson! His eyes were drawn back to the game as a defensive back made a big play on the sidelines, drawing the camera along with him. I remember when they used to give the cheerleaders a lot more screen time. He smiled at that thought. That sure made the game a lot more entertaining!
The girl had reached his chair by then. He raised an eyebrow at her and watched as she sank to her knees, grimacing slightly as the move shifted the butt plug inside her. All right, girl. He kept his eyes on her as she settled into place. Come on. You know what you have to do...
As if in response, the girl leaned forward and buried her head between his legs, her soft lips closing around his not-too-rigid member.
Jacobs smiled and patted her on the head as she began to suck at him, desperately trying to get him off. Carole hasn't done too well with this one. He sighed and shook his head. She's getting almost no suction. He shook his head. And seems to have no idea on how to use her tongue...
"Master?" Jacobs turned toward the door where another figure, wearing the same 'uniform' as the kneeling woman stood. "Your guests have just arrived."
"Good." Jacobs rested his hand on the head of the girl kneeling before him. "This one seems to have no idea of the proper way to please her master." He felt the girl beneath him stiffen. "Take her back downstairs and see that she gets appropriate instruction." The girl began to shiver. "And five lashes for not being properly pleasing." The shiver became a shake.
"As for you..." he glanced at the figure in the doorway. "Her training was your responsibility..."
He saw the figure in the doorway go still, the blood draining from her face.
"You will get five lashes as well." He gave her a hard stare. "I will expect you to report to me for discipline when I am done with my guests." He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the kneeling girl's face up, smiling ruefully at her as she tried desperately to lick and kiss his member. "Take this one with you."
Jacobs heard the tremble in her voice and smiled. I think she'll take proper care of the new girl's training now. He pushed the kneeling girl away and stood. But that will keep until later. For now... He clicked the television off and strode toward the door, barely noticing the trembling woman that bowed out of his way. I have business to attend to.
* * * *
Six rather large men were seated around the conference table in Jacobs' meeting room by the time he had pulled on pants and shoes. Each had been supplied with refreshments by slaves Jacobs had assigned to the task.
By the smiles on the men's faces, the slaves had done their job in a pleasing fashion.
"Gentlemen," Jacobs nodded to his guests as he took his seat at the head of the table. "I have gone over each of your requirements and come up with the following..." He touched a button on the control panel in front of him and six flat-screen televisions came to life around the table, each showing a single figure writhing and twisting her body in a very energetic fashion.
"One of you," Jacobs smiled and nodded to a man to his right, "Mr. Brown, I believe, voted for the entire Dallas Cowboy Cheerleading team."
"They're perfect candidates." Brown, a tall, lean, dark-skinned man leaned forward. "Every one of them is a bitch! They were all too good for us players back in my day, but now, one of them is engaged to a god-damned Buffalo receiver! She even took a ball from him during a game!" He glared at the screen that showed the girl in the Dallas uniform. "While she was supposed to be cheering for Dallas!"
"Yes," Jacobs nodded. "I'm sure we all saw that--and the very fact that millions of others did so as well means we cannot make her part of our little game." He leaned toward Brown. "You do understand that?"
"I understand." The tall man leaned back in his chair. "As long as we take one of the bitches..."
"We have chosen two, in point of fact." Jacobs paused all the screens. "Two girls each from Dallas, San Diego and Tampa Bay." He gestured toward the screens. "Do these meet with your approval?"
The men took a moment to examine the frozen figures on the screen, than nodded agreement.
"How do we get them here?" Mr. White wasn't as tall or dark as Mr. Brown but his stocky figure was heavily muscled and appeared to be well-toned.
"That's my problem." Jacobs smiled. "And it's being handled even as we speak."
"No one will know we have them?" Mr. Yellow was studying the screen nearest him. "I mean, we won't have to worry about the Feds or anything like that."
"You have my assurances that you need not concern yourself with any of that."
"When do we start?" Brown was staring at a blonde beauty in a Dallas uniform. "I can't wait!"
"We should have the girls here by tomorrow night." Jacobs touched a control in front of him. "In the meantime..." A group of women, each dressed only in collar and uniform leather belts, stepped into the room. "Please accept my hospitality."
"Sounds good." Brown touched the cheek of a young blonde girl.
"They'll do--for the moment." Green stroked the light stubble on his chin as he studied the beauties arrayed before him. "Until we have our own to play with."
"Tomorrow, gentlemen." Jacobs stood. "And until then..." He smiled. "I have a little discipline problem to deal with."