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Cheerleader Pictures(m/f, nc, older teen) Chapter
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Cheerleader Picture [Mf nc older teen]
Chapter 7 - the next few weeks
Poor Anne, when she dropped by the next week, I showed her
the tape a friend of mine had made of the entire evening.
What that tape showed was not a young girl, but a insatiable
cum receptacle. With some very minor editing it showed a
girl who got off on the most filthy degradation. Who could
never get enough cum. And who came and came repeatedly.
After showing her, in front of her I put the tape in a box
addressed to her dad. Anne turned white as a ghost. She
suddenly realized that the old tape was tame stuff compared
to this. For this her dad might very well kill her. She
turned to me with the look of an animal that knows it is
about to die.
"Don't worry sweet slut" Paul told her. This will remain
here as long as you behave yourself. And then Paul slapped
Anne as hard as he could.
Anne's hands flew to her cheek as the tears started and she
backed away from Paul.
"Come back here NOW Anne. In front of me with your hands
down or by god, I'll drive the tape over to your father
now."
Anne stepped back braced for another slap. Paul reached up
but didn't slap. Instead he gently pushed her shoulders
down, and moved her head so it was back normally, not all
tensed up. Then he slapped her again on the other cheek, as
hard as he could.
Anne dropped to the floor crying "why Paul, what do you want
me to do, just tell me" she begged.
"Get back up NOW he said" pulling her up. Paul's hands went
to move her around again but Anne knew what would follow and
stayed tensed up. "If you're not going to relax tell me now
and I'll just take the tape and go."
"Please tell me what I did wrong. Oh god, please don't hit
me. I'll do anything, just tell me what you want me to do"
Anne sobbed with tears running down her cheeks.
"I want you to relax and hold still slut. Now do it before I
loose my patience."
Anne did the best she could, holding still with her eyes
wild with fright. Paul faked several slaps causing Anne to
jerk and cry out. Finally, after the fakes slowed her down,
Paul let out another slap knocking her down again.
"Please please oh my god please tell me what I did" begged
Anne. "I'll suck your cock, I'll fuck you, I'll do anything
you want."
Paul pulled her up as she kept babbling with fear. The look
in her eyes had him hard as a rock. It was pure victim. She
didn't want to get hit but she wouldn't defend herself. She
would beg and plead and abase herself. But she would stand
there and take the slap. "there is no reason" he said. One
more should really get the message through.
Paul this time positioned her head perfectly for the slap.
He lined his hand up, making real clear it was coming. Anne
closed her eyes in anticipation so Paul told her to open
them. Anne stared at Paul's hand in abject fear as he swung
and nailed her again.
But during the entire swing, Anne never moved out of the
way. She didn't know why Paul was hurting her. She knew the
slap was coming and she stood there and took it. Because
Paul had the right to do anything to her. With those slaps,
those unexplained slaps, Paul tore away Anne's belief that
she could tell Paul no. She was his.
Paul then pushed her down on her knees and had her suck him
off. However, it wasn't gentle this time. Each time he
pushed a little further into her mouth ignoring her
protestations. When Anne put up a hand to hold stop his
prick from going in as far Paul pulled out, slapped Anne
twice, and pumped back in, without saying a word. Anne kept
her hands down.
Pretty soon he was into her throat and then he was all the
way banging her nose into his crotch. Her young throat felt
so good around his cock with her gagging massaging his cock.
Paul started holding his cock in for 20 seconds and then
letting it our for Anne to take a breath.
Anne couldn't breathe. The last time out she hadn't gotten a
good breath and now Paul was down her throat again. She had
to breathe, she reached up and pushed at Paul, trying to get
him to back out. Paul pulled out and looked at her. She knew
it was coming and held her face up for it.
But he didn't slap her. She opened up her eyes to see him
looking at her. He turned around and then he was holding
something in his hands. Paul flicked one of her tits with
his finger. It hurt but it made her nipple stick out. Then
suddenly her tit was in agony. She reached for her tit but
Paul held her arms. She looked down and saw an alligator
clip on her tit squeezing it.
Paul then handed her the second clip and nodded toward her
other nipple. Oh god no she thought. I can't stand to have
that on there. I can't put it there. Then she heard him say
"I can put it on your clit if you'd rather." She had to do
it. She was Paul's' sex toy and that's what he wanted. She
reached up and tried to gently release the clip on her
nipple. It still hurt like crazy.
Paul the grabbed her head and started fucking her throat
again, holding her head by the sides. She now had even more
trouble breathing because her nipples hurt so much that she
sometimes forgot to take a breath. But even when she was
about to pass out she didn't raise her hands. Not to push
Paul, not to save her nipples.
And then Paul rammed her head against his cock, almost
breaking her nose against his pelvic bone and he pumped his
cum directly into her stomach. He held his cock all the way
in her throat for the next 3 minutes but his cock got small
enough that she could breathe around it.
Then as she looked up at him in fear, Paul reached down and
removed the clips. Finally - relief. Anne held her mangled
tits and waited to see what was next. After what had
transpired, the rest was pretty tame.
Paul had Anne watch porno flicks. Every afternoon when she
could come over, he had her watch the videos while playing
with herself. Anne actually came to enjoy this. The films
turned her on and playing with the vibrator felt good too.
It was not the kind of climaxes she had when Paul dragged
her through the gutter. But it was pleasant cum after
pleasant cum. And after the first afternoon, it was a
welcome relief.
Sometime while watching Paul would walk in and have her blow
him. Nothing major, just a blow job and then back to the
movie. Paul even had her use the vibrator on herself while
blowing him so she got off too.
And occasionally Paul would have her get on all fours facing
the TV screen and would spank her bottom while she watched.
Anne actually found herself looking forward to the spanking
sessions since that turned her on more than just watching.
Of course, Paul was careful to pick out the right kind of
videos. He never got any that had scenes of men and women in
love with each other. Instead, all the videos were ones
where men used the women. And over time the films got
nastier and nastier until Paul was showing Anne European
films that couldn't be rented in the US.
Meanwhile, every day Anne wore her butt plug, removing it
only to shit and shower. And each week Paul gave Anne a
slightly bigger plug to help open up her ass. One day Paul
gave Anne an enema bag and told her to start using that
daily, increasing the volume regularly and reporting the
size she could take.
And through all of this Anne tried to live a normal life
away from Paul. She went to school, worked at the video
store, and spent time at home with her family. However, Paul
was always there somehow. Every morning and night when she
used her vibrator, his face filled her fantasy.
One Sunday he met her at church just before the service. The
slipped into a bathroom and Paul gave Anne an enema and then
plugged it with her butt plug. Anne spent the entire service
next to her father, wanting to release the enema and unable
to during the service, and afterward when she had to walk
around with her parents. Finally she got away and released
it.
And finally Paul gave her tapes to play on her walkman when
she was jogging. The tapes were a combination of the sound
from porno movies, and Anne's commenting about herself while
cumming. And behind it all, was Paul's soft voice telling
her how she was his slut, and that she was his to use
however she pleased.
Anne would be jogging down the street, normal people all
around her, and she would be hearing people fucking or
herself in the throes of passion. She was hearing this so
often while viewing everyday normal life that she started to
associate everything with sex. It was never off her mind.
And on the weekend they would go dancing. But it was always
so tame compared to the last time that Anne never objected
to anything. Paul would play with her tits while ordering
from the waitress. Or he would spread Anne's legs and life
her skirt and play with her clit for people sitting across
from them.
Many times he had Anne scrunch down, spread her legs, and
pull her pussy lips apart to show others the view under the
table. He started training her to never sit on her skirt,
but to always raise the back of it. For many of her tight
dresses this had the effect of pulling the skirt to her
waist, clearly showing her pussy. But Paul allowed no
exceptions.
Anne came to accept that others would see her tits and
pussy. Every time she showed any modesty, Paul took a belt
to her ass and beat it out of her. And Anne much preferred
showing her cunt to being whipped. So when they went out, it
just became a fact of life to Anne that others would see her
cunt. She was Paul's slut and that was that.
And when they slow danced, Paul would usually play with her
pussy. Anne loved that, out there in the middle of all those
people being brought to a quiet orgasm. And at least once
per evening she would return the favor, bringing Paul to
orgasm, staining the front of her dress.
And as she continued to watch the porno films each
afternoon, she started to see women tied down and whipped
lightly, the whippings became heavier and heavier. Women
were pierced. Women drank piss, Women fucked dogs. But each
time something new was introduced, it was a gradual change.
And Anne had become so conditioned to climaxing constantly
while watching, that she kept climaxing to more and more
depraved acts. And they were turning her on. Anne loved
seeing a woman treated in the most vile manner.
Pretty soon there wasn't anything worse to get for Anne. So
he had her pick favorite parts to watch again and again.
Anne found herself judging the films and repeating the
scenes where women were treated the worst. She was selecting
know what Paul wanted. But in the course of making those
selections, she was making her own preference be for the
films where the woman was treated the worse.
And this was Anne's "normal" life. To watch women tortured
unmercifully every afternoon and to get off on it. To jog
around town in everyday places listening to tapes of violent
sex. To go out Saturday night and arrange her dress so men
could easily see her cunt and tits. Wearing an ass plug
constantly. Giving herself an enema daily. And using
vibrators every night and morning.
All this poured into the mind of an impressionable young 17
year old girl who had never know love, had never been told
there was another way, and who had all the normal worries of
a high school senior, homework, parents, friends. The mind
is a wonderful thing. Make almost anything routine and the
mind will adapt to handle it. Anne remained a well adjusted
teen girl, at least it appeared so.
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