Cross Contamination Pt. 13

Cross Contamination Part 13: So Close, Yet So Far

"You've got this, Kissy," said Peter warmly, patting her on the shoulder. "Kelsey and I have your back. Next time we see you, you'll be a winner. Everyone in the school will know it. Renee Cross is going down!"

Cassie smiled back at him, feeling fortified by his confidence and enthusiasm.

But she was still a little nervous. She had talked a big game about defeating the cheerleader initiation and showing Renee that she wasn't afraid, but now that the day of the initiation had arrived, she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Cassie knew better than most how ingeniously creative and twisted her former friend could be. Submitting herself to whatever demeaning humiliation Renee could come up with was like putting her head in a lion's mouth. But that wasn't Cassie's chief concern. After all, the entire point of going through with the initiation was to show she could handle whatever the cruel queen of the high school could throw at her.

The bigger concern by far was the sexual fascination with Renee that Cassie had never managed to kick. Something about the sexy, mocha-skinned temptress turned Cassie on like a switch. That was what made her nervous. Renee knew how horny she could make Cassie, and she was smart and ruthless enough to take advantage of that fully in their little contest of wills today.

Cassie looked over Peter's shoulder to Kelsey, her once-lost, but now-reinstated best friend. Kelsy looked as cute as ever, with her slim, graceful body leaned back against her locker. But right now her big green eyes were stormy and her brows were slightly crinkled, the way they got when she was holding something back. Kelsey clearly shared some of the same worries Cassie had. Cassie felt a warm wave of affection for her oldest friend. Cassie blushed and shook her head, trying to fight down the sudden hot, sticky memory of kneeling between Kelsey's slender legs, slurping at her tight, juicy pussy. That had been a mistake, caused by Renee's perverse influence. They had both forgotten about it. She and Kelsey were normal friends now.

"It's going to be fine," said Cassie firmly over Peter's shoulder. Kelsey looked up into her eyes, startled. "I'm going to take everything Renee throws at me, and then we won't have to worry about her anymore. Everyone's finally going to realize she can be beaten."

Kelsey flashed her a weak smile. "Yeah. I know Kissy," she said with a good approximation of confidence. "Knock 'em dead." It was obvious that Kelsey was still a little worried, but reassuring her helped Cassie feel more confident.

Cassie straightened her shoulders, gripped her gym bag, and put on a determined smile. "Ok, guys," she said, nodding to her two best friends. "Thanks for all your help. Time to do this. I'll text you afterward to tell you how I kicked the wicked witch's ass."

She left her friends behind, turned on her heel, and headed for the gym, ready for the worst Renee could throw at her.

...

Kelsey watched Kissy stride confidently toward her doom, the smile sliding off her face as Kissy pushed open the door to the gym and passed out of sight.

Fuck. She knew she didn't have any choice, but that still didn't make it betraying her best friend any easier.

'Welp!" said Peter eagerly, rubbing his hands together with an eager smile. "So much for the easy part! Let's head to the boy's locker room."

"I know," snapped Kelsey irritably, sweeping past him down the hall. "You don't have to remind me. And you also don't have to be so fucking chipper about it. We're stabbing our friend in the back today, remember?"

Peter scoffed and hustled to catch up. "Well YOU don't have to be a bitch," he said sulkily. "Maybe I should tell Mistress Renee that your heart isn't in this..."

"Like she would give a fuck," said Kelsey wearily, pushing open the door to the boys' locker room and gesturing Peter inside. "She only cares if we do as we're told."

...

When Cassie entered the gym, the entire cheer squad was waiting for her.

They were all dressed in their game uniforms, hair perfect, makeup immaculate. The very image of flawless, dominant, popular femininity. In the center of the group stood Renee. Confident, sexy, and poised, with a faint look of amusement on her perfect face. Melissa stood at her side, an arrogant sneer on her lips.

If Renee was trying to make Cassie feel awkward and inferior with this little show of force, it worked. The entire squad watched her silently as she made her way across the gym floor, her shoes squeaking loudly in the silence.

Finally, she stood in front of Renee, nervous but defiant, feeling the eyes of the entire gorgeous cheerleading squad falling on her like a heavy weight.

"So you decided to come, Kissy," said Renee, her lips curving up into a mysterious smile. Cassie felt like she could fall into the wicked cheer captain's warm brown eyes. "I wasn't sure that you had the guts... but I'm glad you did." Cassie frowned. Daring to show up to her initiation was supposed to be a blow against Renee, but her gorgeous enemy was giving the strong impression that she was pleased to see Cassie.

Whatever. It was a bluff. Cassie pushed aside her moment of doubt and squared her shoulders. Renee might feel confident now, but that was only because she was underestimating Cassie's resolve. Renee would change her tune soon enough... once Cassie defeated the worst trials she could come up with.

"That's right," said Cassie, loud and clear, fixing Renee with a piercing gaze. "I'm ready to become a full cheerleader, as promised. Can we get started? I want to deal with whatever lame challenge you have planned as quickly as possible."

Renee's expression of smug delight didn't shift. The gorgeous, evil brat clearly didn't believe Cassie's bravado. Being this close to Renee again and holding her full attention was intoxicating. Cassie tried as hard as she could to not run her eyes down Renee's wickedly curvy body, drinking in her chest and hips, temptingly displayed by her cheerleader uniform. It was easy to hate Renee in the abstract. Sitting and thinking about what Renee had done to her, Cassie understood how Renee had pushed her further and further down paths that she didn't want to go. But it was a lot harder to remember that standing here, staring into Renee's captivating eyes, tracing the curves of her plump, pillowy, smirking lips...

Renee raised one perfect hand and snapped her fingers. "You heard the woman!" she said with a twist of amusement in her voice. "She wants to face the initiation head-on. Let's give her what she wants. Mel, show our potential member to the locker room. I'll be right behind you."

With a predatory grin, the tall, shapely blonde moved forward from Renee's side, gesturing Cassie forward toward the women's changing room. The rest of the team trailed after them, oddly quiet, but with expressions of giddy anticipation that tied Cassie's stomach in knots.

Cassie looked over her shoulder as they crossed the gym to see Renee standing with her phone in hand, apparently texting someone with a smile on her face.

...

Peter looked down at his phone and excitedly said. "They're just getting started now. So we've got maybe thirty minutes tops. Time for final checks."

Kelsey sighed and turned toward the room filled with a dozen or so senior boys. They were most of the varsity squad of the football team, and they had the swaggering, muscle-headed attitudes to prove it. Their charm wasn't improved by the fact that they were currently all horny as fuck.

Kelsey couldn't believe that Renee had made this her job.

"Ok, so," she said wearily, "One more time. Rules. Go."

"No talking, or laughing, or noises of any kind," said one boy in a sing-song voice.

"Uh-huh," said Kelsey. "And?"

'No video," added another teenage Neanderthal grudgingly.

"Yep, you'll have to buy the official edited version with blurred faces just like everyone else," piped up Peter. Kesley gave him a withering glare. Thanks for your input, little guy.

"And most importantly...?" prompted Kelsey, pointing around the room with a fierce glare.

"No sex," grumbled the assembled meat-heads.

Kelsey could tell by the sullen glares that some of the boys might try to challenge that particular rule. Especially Bass Rivera. The huge offensive lineman had a nasty look in his eyes and a twist to his lip that made Kelsey think that he planned to have his cock deep inside Cassie by the end of the night no matter what anyone said. The huge mountain of a man was like a living collection of everything that was wrong with masculinity. Aggressive, crude, and unapologetically horny. Kelsey knew that, somehow, Bass had dated some of the hottest girls in school, and was never without some cute thing on his arm. She didn't understand it, personally. Sure, Bass had muscles to spare, and his face was decent-looking. But Jesus, ladies, have some standards!

He intimidated Kelsey a little, but if he misbehaved after the initiation started, that was Renee's problem to deal with. And Kelsey had no doubt that Renee could handle even Bass with no issues.

"That's right," said Kelsey, tearing her eyes away from Bass and addressing the group, "and remember: it's not me setting these rules, it's Renee fucking Cross. So if you want her to be upset with you, be my fucking guest." That shut the grumbling up. These boys were idiots, but not messing with Renee was the very first lesson that anyone attending Riverside High learned.

It was a shame that her best friend, the smartest girl in school, had never bothered to learn it.

...

Daren looked at himself carefully in the mirror, turning from side to side.

He wasn't normally this obsessed with looking good, but tonight, every detail was important. Tonight, Daren was taking Gina out for a date. And then, afterward, for the first time in what felt like forever, they would have sex.

The very fact that Daren was so excited to take his wife out for dinner and have sex with her was a little pathetic in and of itself. Both of those things were frequent occurrences for any average man and wife. But Gina and Daren's relationship had ceased to be average a while ago, and even something as simple as taking his wife to a restaurant and having sex with her could be crucial for them as a couple.

Daren adjusted his painfully stiff erection for what felt like the dozenth time, making sure to avoid the sensitive head. He was on a special release from chastity for tonight only. Daren had been successful so far in not thinking too hard about how he had earned his release... It was freeing and exhilarating, but Daren wasn't quite prepared for how sensitive his long stint in captivity had made his penis. Even brushing up against his underwear seemed to set him off.

He had been debating whether it would be a good idea to masturbate... just to take the edge off a little, but he was worried that once he got started, it would be difficult to stop. And the last thing he wanted was to be spent and limp when it came time to make love to Gina...

Daren picked up the gift bag on the counter and took out the new bottle of cologne. It wasn't the same brand that Victor used; that had been far too expensive. But the sales clerk had assured him it was a VERY good knockoff. Daren tried to fight down his anxiety as he dabbed the new cologne onto his neck. He was well aware that Victor was poisoning Gina's mind against him. He trusted Gina. She was a strong and intelligent woman who was more than capable of resisting such manipulation.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't use a little help.

Tonight was Daren's chance to present his counter-argument. To show Gina why he was the one she had chosen. To leave her with fresh, positive memories that would push back on Victor's dismissive insults.

Victor had already manipulated his wife into some sort of twisted sex contract. The battle for Gina's body had concluded in a humiliating loss for both Daren and his wife. But Daren could feel in his bones that Victor wanted Gina's heart and mind as well. And that battle was one he couldn't afford to lose.

Daren tried to look brave and confident in the mirror. He nearly pulled it off... he thought. He tried to adjust the boner tenting his pants one last time to make it less noticeable, and turned to leave the bathroom.

...

"Oooh, there's my handsome man!" said Gina enthusiastically, smiling warmly at Daren over her shoulder in the mirror as she put on her earrings. Daren smiled back, his chest puffing out subtly as he absorbed the compliment.

Well good, he ought to appreciate it. Gina was only going along with this evening for his benefit.

Well, that was sort of a harsh way to put it. Obviously Gina would be happy to have a romantic night out with her husband in normal circumstances. It was just that right now was maybe the worst time imaginable.

Gina had decided to keep the fact that she had just been fired from Daren for the time being. It wasn't an easy decision: after all, supposedly they had just confessed all of their darkest secrets to each other and started a clean slate. But even though Gina knew that telling Daren was the right thing to do, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Daren would no doubt panic and get stressed, which would only add to the difficulty of the situation. He wasn't exactly the most reliable in a crisis. She would tell him after she had found a new job and the issue was dealt with. Hopefully, Victor would find her something soon...

That was another reason it was difficult to come clean with Daren about her temporary unemployment. For the past three days, Gina had been kissing Daren goodbye and heading straight to Victor's house rather than work. Victor claimed that he would be able to use his connections to secure Gina a job that perfectly matched her skillset. More importantly, he insisted that he would be able to get her hired without her new employer asking too many questions about how she left her last job. That was really the key; otherwise Gina would be happy to go job hunting without assistance.

The daily meetings were supposed to be strategy sessions and updates on Victor's efforts to find her a job. But instead, each meeting had devolved into sweaty, passionate sex. It was humiliating; Gina found it impossible to control herself. It would be one thing if Victor commanded her to give him sexual favors: she was still under the blackmail-enforced contract after all. But frustratingly, he didn't even need to. All it took was a little light flirtation from him in his deep, powerful voice, and Gina began blushing, growing hot and wet between her thighs.

So now Gina was keeping two dirty secrets from her poor husband. Not only was she not going to work, she was having illicit trysts with his boss on a daily basis. Right after finally coming clean about her coerced sexual relationship with Victor, she was straight back to keeping it a secret. For now at least.

All of this combined to make her on edge, stressed, and guilty. Not exactly a perfect mood for a romantic evening. But she understood that Daren needed this. He had been emasculated viciously over and over in the past few months. He needed the opportunity to show that he was her man. Particularly in bed. Gina was still a little appalled that her husband had let a girl his daughter's age trap him in chastity. But that was why this couldn't be put off any longer. Frustratingly, Daren hadn't been able to negotiate a full release, just a temporary one. So if they didn't fuck tonight, Daren would be out of luck. Daren really needed to step up and handle Victor's bratty daughter. Maybe Gina should have a word with her...

But regardless, Gina also wanted the opportunity to feel closer to Daren. Sexually speaking, she had practically been eating, drinking, and breathing pure Victor for over a month. She badly needed to reacquaint herself with her husband's tender, respectful lovemaking. In just a few weeks, her contract with Victor would be over, and she could finally pick up the pieces of their shattered relationship. Tonight would be a big first step toward that.

Even if she was in a rotten mood for it.

"You still haven't told me where we're going," said Gina warmly, moving up behind her husband and wrapping her arms around him. "Is it a surprise?"

Daren laughed and turned to kiss her as he put on his tie. "Not anymore! We're going to Cassa Rossa, I know Italian is your favorite."

Gina raised her eyebrows. He was right, it was her favorite. But Cassa Rossa was the same place Victor had taken her for their first date, the one he had won from her in a game of truth or dare. The choice was unexpectedly bold. Daren might be biting off a little more than he could chew by inviting a direct comparison with Gina's dominant affair partner.

But maybe boldness was called for here. Daren was desperate for her to see him as a man. He wanted his wife to place him in the same class as Victor. Gina wanted that for him as well. She would do everything she could to see him in that light.

"I'm impressed!" she said, squeezing her husband tight with a crooked smile. "Thanks for this, Daren. I'm looking forward to being... taken care of my man tonight." her hand slipped down to Daren's crotch to give it a quick, teasing rub. She was surprised to find her husband already fully erect. Wow! He was really excited for this.

"I love you, Gina," said Daren in an intense voice, a faint blush staining his cheeks as he subtly pushed his hips forward into her hand.

"I love you too, honey," she murmured, dropping her hand from her husband's stiffy awkwardly and turning away to fetch her heels from the closet. Daren let out a small sound of disappointment as she abruptly pulled away, but left things at that.

They had to leave in just a minute or two to make their reservation time, that was why she didn't want to go any further with Daren sexually right now. It had nothing to do with the way his erect cock felt strangely small in her hand.

...

Renee was feeling on top of the world.

Silly little Kissy had caused her stress for a few days with her foolish rebellion, but today it would end with the chesty slut's humiliating public defeat. And poor Kissy didn't even realize how public it would end up being...

Renee entered the girl's locker room to see Kissy standing stiff and nervous in the center of a circle of cheerleaders with an unconvincing expression of determination painted on her face. Renee stalked forward, taking her place at the front of the crowd and smirking as Kissy's wide blue eyes flickered down to her sweet body once again. The horny little slut couldn't help herself. How exactly did she expect to win if she couldn't keep her libido on a tight leash? The Harlowe family's talent for self-delusion never ceased to amaze Renee.

"Enough intimidation tactics Renee," said Kissy firmly, her eyes shining with the arousal and fear she thought she was concealing, "Are you going to start whatever fucking game you have planned, or are you going to spend more time trying to scare me?"

Renee grinned widely. Now that Kissy had played right into her hands, Renee didn't mind a little bravado from her victim. It would just make it that much sweeter when she groveled later. "We can start any time you want, Kissy," she said nonchalantly, "but you'll have to get naked before your initiation can begin."

Renee watched carefully as Kissy absorbed her opening move. The cute, dark-haired beauty's eyes widened for a moment, then a faint blush stained her cheeks. This was where a smart girl would refuse, possibly ditch the entire initiation entirely. Kissy ought to know by this point how mentally weak she was when she got horny. In fact, a truly smart girl would have realized ahead of time that this initiation would be erotic torture, and wouldn't have sprung the trap in the first place.

But despite her grades, Renee didn't really consider Kissy a smart girl anymore. Thinking with your pussy tends to turn anyone into a bimbo, no matter how many "A's" they get.

Kissy proved that she was exactly as smart as Renee suspected, first frowning, then letting out a huff of frustration, then swiftly tugging her long-sleeved sweater over her head, exposing her massive, bra-covered tits to the room of smirking, clothed cheerleaders. Kissy's face was light pink all over now as she fumbled with the clasp at the back of her bra, trying as hard as she could to not look anyone in the eyes as her bra fell loose, exposing her big beautiful tits, topped with pink nipples that were already stiffening. Clearly feeling the embarrassment of the cheerleaders' stares, Kissy clasped an inadequate arm over her chest, shrouding at least her hardening nipples.

"D-don't you all have something better to do than w-watch," stuttered Kissy selfconsciously as she shimmied her jeans down off her hips, causing her tits to jiggle enticingly beneath her covering arm.

"If you think that this is bad, wait until we actually get started," said Melissa in an undertone, causing a wave of giggles through the watching girls. Renee shot her blonde second-in-command a glare. Now was not the time to spook Kissy and put her guard up.

Because what Kissy saw next would be enough to spook anyone.

Kissy finally dropped her panties, revealing her closely-shaved patch of public hair and a tell-tale glisten that indicated she was already finding the initiation arousing before it even began. The hand that she wasn't using to barely conceal her tits dived down a moment later, hiding her pussy from Renee's prying eyes.

For now.

"Let's go, Kissy," said Renee with a gesture. Kissy tilted her head in confusion. Renee wasn't gesturing her toward the gym like she thought, but rather deeper into the changing room, toward the showers. Despite this strange development, she wearily followed Renee, her hot, sweaty palms concealing her shame, but doing nothing to hide her jiggling ass from the eyes of the giggling cheerleaders trailing after them.

Renee watched Kissy's reaction carefully as they entered the showers and the curvy, defiant sub saw what was waiting for her there.

"No," said Kissy flatly, her eyes flashing with disbelief and anger as she turned toward Renee. 'I won't do it."

Aha, there was that steel. Renee had learned in the past few weeks that, although Kissy was a marshmallow on the outside, she had a hidden core of strength. Renee had suspected that this step in the initiation process might be an obstacle...

Firmly secured to two of the shower heads on the walls were study chains with padded leather wrist restraints on their ends. A spreader bar sat on the damp tiled floor, ready to be fitted on Kissy's slim ankles. The setup positively oozed sexual danger and the potential for humiliation. Enough that even a horny little ditz like Kissy was balking. Kissy's troubled eyes swung back to the chains and spreader bar, and Renee could see a shudder pass through her, raising goosebumps all over her naked body.

She might be scared, but there was hunger in her eyes as well. Renee was confident she could convince Kissy to work against her own interests here. The little bimbo just needed a little push.

"I thought you might say that, Kissy dear," said Renee with a performative sigh, crossing her arms beneath her round, full tits, squishing them upward slightly. "All the members of the squad need to put themselves in the captain's hands and obey without question. I never thought you could do that. You were the one who insisted that you be allowed to join."

"Renee, this is insane," said Kissy in a voice that was probably intended to be firm, but ended up sounding more pleading. Renee noticed that Kissy's lower hand was now gripping even tighter between her legs... almost as if she was desperate to hide whatever physical reaction she was having down there. "If I did this... I would be putting myself completely at your m-mercy! You could do anything you wanted to me!"

Renee chuckled, approaching Kissy with a slow, deliberate pace, her eyes locked with Kissy's in an intense, smokey stare. "That's right. That's the initiation. You need to put yourself in my hands. Completely."

Kissy visibly gulped, her eyes darting over Renee's body and her face growing an even deeper shade of pink. "Well then... What are you planning to do to me? When I'm helpless? I m-mean... if I said yes," she added hastily, her voice trembling.

Awww, poor little Kissy. Where was the confidence you had just a few minutes ago? "You don't get to know beforehand," purred Renee, reaching out a finger to trace teasingly down the pebbled flesh of Kissy's arm and sending another shudder through the pathetic little submissive's curvy body. "But don't worry. Your safe word is "albatross". It will be respected absolutely. If you say that word, the game will stop instantly... and you'll lose."

A real, functional safeword was an important part of Renee's plans. Kissy had to know in the aftermath that this was something she could have stopped at any time, but didn't. Renee was confident that the word albatross would never pass Kissy's sweet lips.

Renee let the moment hang in the air, watching with interest as a war played out on Kissy's cute face. She watched in real-time as fear and reluctance fought Kissy's libido and naturally submissive nature, and began to lose.

Renee waited patiently as the other cheerleaders around her tittered and whispered, all eyes on the naked slut blushing in front of them.

It was just a matter of time.

...

Cassie's mind was working so hard she wouldn't be surprised if steam was shooting out of her ears.

Putting herself in a position where she was bound, helpless, and completely at Renee's mercy was obviously a bad idea. But was it any worse of an idea than agreeing to the initiation in the first place? She already knew that Renee would throw everything she had into winning and forcing Cassie to admit she wasn't good enough to be a cheerleader. She also knew that, knowing Renee, the initiation would probably involve sexual teasing. So really, was this set-up any worse than what she had already imagined?

Kissy's eyes flicked once again to the study-looking leather wrist bindings hanging from the shower heads. Her hand clasped tighter unconsciously on her moistening pussy. The very idea of being caught and displayed, utterly helpless in front of a woman as cruel and lovely as Renee... it filled her with a surprisingly powerful flare of twisted heat.

She had no idea what Renee planned to do with her once she was bound, but she had no doubt it would be powerfully erotic. And the scariest thing was how badly a part of Kissy wanted that. She wanted to feel Renee's wicked little fingers on her body again.

Cassie shook herself. It actually didn't matter what Renee planned to do to her. What mattered in the end was Cassie's goal. She needed to defeat Renee's best efforts to break her. She had staked her reputation on it. When Cassie became a cheerleader against Renee's wishes, it would shatter the Queen Bee's reputation for invincibility. In the end, the fact that the initiation was dangerous, humiliating, and made her shamefully horny made no difference. She knew this wouldn't be easy. But she had to do it anyway.

Cassie let out a shuddering breath and said, "Ok. Fine, let's do this," in a cracked, dry voice, unable to look Renee in the eye.

The assembled cheerleaders burst into mocking cheers and laughter as Renee touched her shoulder, guiding her toward the restraints on the wall. The triumphant grin on Renee's face made Cassie anxious, but she had no choice but to play along. Cassie swore to herself that she would win, and rub Renee's smug face in her defeat.

Melissa came forward as well, the co-capatins standing on either side of Cassie as she tried to collect herself for the ordeal ahead, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes for a moment.

Mel sighed impatiently, but Renee shushed her. "Give her time, Mel," insisted Renee, her eyes oddly serious as she studied Cassie's face. "This is a big step after all."

Cassie's stomach roiled with fear and arousal and desperation to be brave. Well, it was now or never. It wouldn't get easier the more she waited. With a hot, liquid feeling of anxious lust squirming in her belly, Cassie released her sweaty hands from her breasts and vagina, slowly stretching them up in a 'Y" shape toward the wrist restraints. She blushed even harder than before as the assembled crowd of cheerleaders giggled and pointed at her stiff nipples and gleaming inner thighs. Her arousal at this predicament was plain for everyone to see.

Renee and Mel moved confidently and quickly to strap Cassie's wrists in tightly, then knelt to attach the spreader bar to her ankles.

It was all over in a matter of seconds. With her heart thumping loudly in her chest, Cassie experimentally jerked her wrists. Renee had prepared well. There was very little give; it would be completely impossible to cover herself until Renee released her. Her ankles were firmly held by the spreader bar; she had no way of closing her thighs either.

The word "albatross" almost slipped out right then and there. Her nudity wasn't just exposed; her ability to move freely and choose when to cover herself was gone now as well. Cassie had never felt this vulnerable in her life. But her determination to win still burned brightly in her heart... and besides, standing here totally helpless with Renee's wicked, dark eyes studying her most intimate areas was... less unpleasant than she thought, even if it was intimidating.

That feeling of erotic vulnerability only spiked as Harmony rushed forward, placing two objects into Renee's outstretched hand. Cassie's eyes widened as she saw what they were.

A can of shaving cream and a disposable razor.

"Wh-what are you doing?" asked Cassie nervously as Renee stalked forward, her hands instinctively clanking against her chains as her eyes followed the gorgeous cheerleader's progress.

"Just the first part of the initiation, Kissy dear," said Renee in a voice of mock innocence, squirting out a healthy dollop of the cream onto her hand as she got alarmingly close to her chained submissive. "All new cheerleaders must go utterly hairless. Squad rules."

"N-no Renee," said Cassie, the facade of defiance she was trying to project cracking, "That's going too far. In front of all these people...?" the last part of the sentence emerged in a miserable squeak.

Renee cocked her head with a wicked smile. "Sorry babe, I couldn't quite hear you. Is that 'albatross' you said?"

"No... but Renee..."

The gorgeous cheer captain ignored her protests, her hand reaching down without further warning to smear the smooth, rich foam all over Cassie's pussy and pubic area. Cassie let out a strangled sound of shock, trying ineffectively to scoot back, or close her legs, or swat Renee's hand away. Her bondage prevented all three attempts at escape from the humiliation.

As Cassie gasped, trying not to look into the glittering, amused eyes of the surrounding cheerleaders, Renee squatted down, removing the safety cover from the razor. Cassie's naked breasts heaved in passion and anticipation. Renee's dark, lovely eyes stared up into hers as she steadied herself against one of Cassie's trembling thighs with one hand... then slowly dragged the sharp razor across the bound submissive's soft mound, coming away dripping in foam mixed with dark hair.

"Why?" asked Cassie, feeling like her whole body was blushing, pulsing with hot, rich blood as the razor swiped carefully over her mons pubis again, leaving only smooth, creamy flesh behind.

Renee giggled as she carefully concentrated on her work. "Bush is a sign of maturity. Power. You're the newest member of our squad... if you pass that is. The lowest on the totem pole. And everyone is going to see that every time we change. All they'll have to do is take a peek between these thick thighs." She punctuated her statement with a slap at Cassie's thighs, making her yelp a little at the sharp sensation.

Now the giggles and whispers of the other girls felt even more pointed and embarrassing. This wasn't just a random clean-up. It was meant to feel like an insulting demotion. A symbol of her lower status. With every scraping swipe of the razor blade, Cassie could feel the mocking eyes of the other cheerleaders boring into the soft, naked flesh between her legs.

Renee seemed like an expert at the task, and it took her only about five minutes to clear away every trace of Cassidy's trimmed pubic hair... along with a great deal of her pride and defiance. When she finished, she wiped away the remaining flecks of foam and stood back to admire her handiwork with the other girls.

Cassie felt like she was dying of shame as the entire cheerleading squad examined and admired her newly-bare pussy. Soft, creamy white, and silky-smooth. If this was par for the course for the rest of the initiation, Cassie was worried about what may be yet to come.

"If you pass, you'll be expected to stay smooth and bare until you've earned the right to do otherwise," said Renee smugly, handing off the dirty razor and foam to one of the girls. "Ok, so much for the setup. Let's proceed to the main event."

Another girl placed something else into her outstretched hand.

It was a sleep mask: the thick kind that blocked out all light completely.

...

Gina did her level best to keep a warm, happy smile on her face. This was ok. It was fine really. It was important to have reasonable expectations.

Another waiter sped out of the kitchen, and the swinging door once again clunked into the back of Gina's seat.

Daren must have caught his wife's flash of annoyance as her pleasant expression failed for an instant because he looked stricken and asked, "Are you sure you're ok with your seat? I... I could switch with you if you want!" The way he had to push the fronds of the potted fern behind him out of his face as he spoke didn't make his spot an attractive prospect either.

Gina took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. "No dear," she said in a sunny voice, "The seat doesn't bother me. What matters is that we're here together."

Cassa Rossa was an upscale establishment, but apparently even they weren't above squeezing in more tables than could comfortably fit on the restaurant floor. Gina had expected Daren to say something when the maitre d' led them to the unacceptable table, but he had simply sat down with a sour expression on his face. When Gina came here with Victor, they sat at a table larger than they needed in a secluded corner: the best seat in the house.

But she couldn't blame Daren for that; her husband simply didn't have the money or connections that his boss did.

Finally, the waiter approached their table, with an air of studied indifference. 'Sir, Madame," he said with a brief, insincere smile, "So sorry for the wait. What can I get you to drink?"

Gina glanced at her husband, wondering if he was going to say anything about the half-hour wait. But Daren had his nose buried in the wine list. "Ummm, I thought the Mont Chevalier Cabernet looked good," he said mildly, "but I don't see any prices listed..."

The waiter let out a small, muffled sound that was halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "That particular wine is two hundred a bottle, sir," he said in an oily voice. "Is that what you would like to order?"

Daren looked taken aback at the price. "Oh! Well, uh, that may be a little out of my price range. I'm no connoisseur. Fancy wine would be wasted on me. Do you have anything that is maybe a little..."

Gina's hand went to her forehead in embarrassment. She felt like the other nearby tables were watching them. Why would Daren take her to an expensive restaurant and then publicly complain about not being able to afford it?

The waiter was clearly grinning down at his notebook as he murmured, "We have a house red at fifty dollars a bottle that may meet your... high standards, sir."

"Sure," said Daren, looking visibly and embarrassingly unhappy at the price of the worst bottle of wine in the house. "And could we get an order of breadsticks?"

Gina heard a muffled laugh from a table over.

"We don't serve bread sticks, I'm afraid, but I encourage you to review our antipasto menu at your leisure," said the waiter smoothly, his face returning to a cool expressionlessness. "I will return shortly."

The wine turned out to be disappointing. Probably not even worth the fifty dollars Daren paid for it. Luckily, the conversation was better than the wine.

"No way," said Gina with a snort, taking another sip of the sub-par wine. "You're making it up."

"I swear!" said Daren with a chuckle of his own. "I read all about it the other day. White wine causes fewer hangovers. Less tannins, less alcohol. It's science."

Gina shook her head with a warm smile, reaching across the table to take her husband's hand. She enjoyed just spending time with him. They had been so confused and stressed by all this Cross bullshit lately that they hadn't done this enough. It was true that their relationship had had its rough spots, but there was a reason that they had stayed together so long through thick and thin. Daren could be frustrating, but he was smart and kind and filled with curiosity and wonder at the world. It was something that Gina thought she lacked sometimes, and Daren helped her stop and smell the roses.

"Well then maybe we should have ordered the white," said Gina lightly, taking another sip and trying not to make a face. "Or are you trying to get me drunk and have your way with me, mister?"

"Guilty," said Daren with a laugh. There was a spark in his eyes as he squeezed her hand, saying, "Hey babe, let's go to a wine tasting together when we take care of all this... unpleasantness. Better yet: let's go to a wine tasting in Italy. Cassie will be off to college soon... it will be just you and me, together."

Gina probably should have objected on financial grounds alone... but Daren was so excited and sincere that she couldn't bear to disappoint him. Besides, in this sweet, tender moment, shhe would say anything to make them feel closer.

"I'd like that, babe," she said gently, leaning across the table to give her husband a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips, sealing the intimate moment.

They sat for a moment just looking into each other's eyes with smiles on their faces, feeling pleased with each other's company. And then the moment was spoiled by an unfortunate call back to reality.

"So, how are things going at work?" asked Daren brightly, pushing the fern out of his face, "have you finally beat that little worm Xavier and claimed your promotion?"

Gina took a sip of wine to cover her expression as the vivid memory of sucking Xavier Mason's cock and publically surrendering to him flooded her mind. No, far from beating Xavier, it was she who experienced humiliating defeat, shortly before she was fired.

But that wasn't something Daren needed to know. "It's fine," she lied smoothly, "No progress yet. I'll let you know. How about you? How is work going?"

Gina noted a twist of Daren's lip as well as he said vaguely, "Oh, well. You know. Same old, same old," before drifting off into silence. Interesting. Was Daren hiding something about work from her as well? Gina imagined it must be unpleasant to work under someone who was fucking your wife. Whatever it was, it couldn't be as bad as what had happened to Gina.

Silence fell between them, but this time stiff and awkward rather than comfortable and loving. Their previous conversation was what their relationship used to be like... before Victor had inserted himself between them. It was painful and frustrating that their current circumstances left minefields like this in what used to be pleasant conversations.

"So Cassie told me she's officially becoming a part of the cheerleader squad tonight," said Daren suddenly.

"Really?" asked Gina, perking up and leaning forward. "That's great! She's always been a little shy and reserved. Its good to see her opening herself up to new experiences." The past year there had been a little tension between Gina and her only daughter, but she felt genuinely proud that her little bookworm was branching out. Gina had complicated feelings about her own time on the high school cheerleading squad, but there were a lot of good memories there as well.

"Yeah," said Daren warmly, "she seemed really fired up about it. I'm happy for her too. I've always said that everyone likes her, so she should be a little less shy."

Now that they had broken the awkward ice between them with the topic of their beloved daughter, the conversation flowed more easily. Gina was able to focus a little less on the subpar wine and the insultingly bad seating and just concentrate on talking with her husband. It felt like the evening would be a success, no matter how it had started.

But then Gina saw him across the room.

Victor Cross. The bastard. The handsome, tall, smirking bastard. Gina's lips tightened, and she shook her head at him, but it was too late. He was already making his way across the restaurant to their table, with that old insufferable grin on his face.

He couldn't let Gina have just one night alone with her husband. Gina felt angry. She felt frustrated.

But worst of all, as Daren chattered away not yet realizing what had happened, and Gina stared into the eyes of the man who was pursuing her relentlessly...

... Gina felt turned on.

....

Poor little Kissy's look of horny terror as the blindfold slipped over her eyes was as adorable as it was hilarious.

"R-Renee!" Squeaked Kissy, tugging ineffectually on her chains as her sight was taken from her, "What is this? Why are you...?"

"Shhhh," said Renee gently, laying a shushing finger across Kissy's trembling lips. She noticed with delight that Kissy's nipples had somehow gotten even more erect, pebbly and crinkled with desire. "I don't want to hear any whining from you, Kissy. Not unless it's the safeword. The blindfold is necessary for our little game."

Kissy was about to learn a deliciously kinky lesson: when your sight was taken away, it made it that much easier to focus on the sensation of touch.

It also made it a lot harder to tell what was going on around you. Renee silently pointed at Mel, who pulled out her cell phone and started filming the juicy little slut chained naked to the wall. A few other girls had their phones out as well, capturing Kissy's humiliation from multiple angles. It would look almost professional when Renee edited the footage and blurred out all the faces except Kissy's.

"The game is simple," said Renee, leaning forward to whisper in her captive's ear. "A little challenge to see how well you know your squad. Your teammates are going to take turns touching you. You need to guess who it is. Get the answer right three times, and your initiation is over. Well... it's over after you drink the slurry, of course."

"The slurry?" asked Kissy, a note of justified apprehension in her voice.

"A bit gross, but a harmless little dare," said Renee breezily, "Everyone in the room adds a little bit of the liquid of their choice to a cup. Nothing inedible allowed. You've got to drink it down. Is that a problem? Want to give up?"

"N-no," said Kissy stubbornly, clearly glaring despite the sleep mask blocking her eyes. "Let's g-get on with this."

"You heard the lady," said Renee with a smirk. She pointed to Harmony and Daria, beckoning them forward. The petite Asian and the tall redhead grinned at each other and moved forward as one. They had a particular fondness for sexually bullying Kissy, and Renee wanted to reward them for all their hard work in preparing for this day.

As they moved forward, someone fished Kissy's large pink plastic water bottle from her gym bag, dumped it out in the sink, and placed it on a central bench out in the changing area. Girls began gathering around, waiting their turn to tease Kissy and killing time by adding their chosen liquid to the slurry. A little vodka... a little peptobismal. The addition of chocolate milk and pickle juice gave it a visibly disgusting texture... but most of the ingredients added right now were just to mask the taste. The important additions would come later.

Mel filmed with a smirk on her face as Harmony and Daria approached the bound and helpless Kissy.

Kissy gasped as Harmony's hot little hands traced over her hips in one fleeting motion before darting away. The wicked tease began touching softly and fleetingly all over Kissy's body, never focusing on one place too long. Renee had been very clear with the girls in her briefing: for the first round of the game no touching of the slut's pussy or nipples, but apart from that, they were supposed to get creative.

Daria took a different approach than the quick teasing touches Harmony was delivering. She dipped her head and went straight for Kissy's exposed armpit, taking on long, sultry lick up its smooth, shaved length.

Kissy let out a scandalized moan as the sensation of Daria's targeted attack blended with Harmony's teasing flurry of petting. Slick lines of liquid were already tracing their way down her inner thighs. After a long few squirming, moaning minutes, Kissy seemed to finally realize that she was supposed to be guessing whose hands and tongue were all over her. "Is it H-harmony? And Daria?" she asked in a voice wobbling with passion.

"Nope," said Renee firmly. Harmony clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from giggling evilly. "Sorry Kissy, better luck next time." Renee had never seen the need to play fair in her games. The purpose of today's little exercise was publicly turning Kissy in a sloppy, horny mess and breaking her resistance. She wouldn't let some petty rules or fairness get in the way of that goal.

Renee snapped her fingers, and Mel pulled two thick black markers from her bag of supplies. Daria and Harmony took them eagerly and uncapped them, advancing on Kissy once again. Daria went for the forehead, while Harmony focused on Kissy's inner thigh. Renee wasn't surprised; those were two prime pieces of real estate.

Kissy flinched when the markers first touched her skin, but seemed to realize immediately what was happening. "Wh-what is this?" she asked, still desperately trying to sound sharp and demanding. "What are they writing?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" asked Renee sweetly. "It's just a little penalty for guessing wrong. A harmless little prank. Don't worry, Kissy. Washable markers." Another lie. Kissy would have these marks on her body for a good few days.

Daria finished writing "Bimbo" across Kissy's forehead just as Harmony dotted the last "i" with a heart in "Virgin Slut".

"Let's continue," said Renee, waving Daria and Harmony away and gesturing two more girls forward. "See if you can guess correctly this time!"

...

Cheerleader after cheerleader came forward, touching and teasing every part of Kissy except for her throbbing nipples and leaking cunt.

At this point, she would have welcomed it. Her whole body felt hot and tingly, on the edge and desperate for a deeper, more satisfying touch. Some girls were soft and teasing; a whisper of a finger tracing down her inner thigh... an almost sweet cupping of her cheek... a fingernail tracing the outer curve of her breast. Others were brazed and forceful; two hands reaching behind her to powerfully knead her ass... a palm pressed against her vulnerable throat... a girl lifting Cassie's foot to aggressively suck on her toes. Cassie's helpless position and sightlessness enhanced every sensation. Even a warm hand simply cupping her breast was enough to send waves of pleasure through her helpless, bound body.

But no matter how the squad member touched her, it would always end the same way: Kissy would rack her brain and make her best guess, and Renee, who was always waiting and watching nearby, would gleefully say she was incorrect. Kissy's head swam as she tried desperately to keep straight which girls were in the squad, and try to speculate who it was who had touched her.

Cassie could feel more and more drawings and phrases from her penalties drawn onto her body. She had no way of telling what they said, but she could have sworn she felt hearts several times, and once, with a shiver, she felt the word "cock" distinctively as it was traced on her skin.

Cassie panted, allowing herself to hang from the restraints for a moment, feeling the dark heat of submissive arousal pulse through her body. If she could just have a short break to relieve herself... But she knew that this was part of the initiation. Renee knew this kind of teasing turned her on. This frustrated arousal was part of the game. She would have to endure it.

Cassie realized that it had been a solid minute since a cheerleader's hand had touched her. She raised her head in confusion, tilting her ears to try to hear better. She could tell there were still girls in the locker room nearby, laughing and talking low enough that she couldn't make out the words... but no one in the shower room with her said a word.

"R-renee?" asked Cassie in a wavering voice.

But before she could go on, two small, confident hands made contact, palming the outer curve of Cassie's tender breasts, then squeezing firmly, sending a molten, liquid jolt of pleasure through her belly. A moan slipped involuntarily between her soft lips, sweet and low, and as the mysterious feminine hands began to lavish attention on her needy tits. The soft, delicate fingers swirled and teased, almost but never quite reaching Cassie's stiff nipples as they touched every other inch of her round, heaving breasts.

"Please," breathed Cassie, arching her back and pressing her chest forward eagerly. She needed more. She knew that there were likely other girls in the room who could see her wanton display, but she didn't care anymore. All that mattered to her was the satisfying feeling of her nipples finally getting the attention they needed.

The hand hesitated, then grabbed her tits once again, palms on the outside and thumbs in the center.

The soft thumbs circled Cassie's throbbing nipples, making her bite her lower lip hard to rifle a pathetic whimper of need. Then... slowly... torturously, the thumb slid over Cassie's stiff, swollen nubs, pressing hard into their aching flesh. Cassie's mouth burst open and let out a loud, uninhibited moan of slutty delight. Her bound wrists and stolen sight made the sensation of pleasure on her nipples feel like a living, breathing thing, filling her mind and enflaming her submissive lust. The thumbs wiggled and pressed with firm pressure for a moment while the cheerleader's hands dominantly palmed the outer curves of her tits.

Cassie realized she could smell the sweet, fruity perfume of the cheerleader in front of her. There was only one person who had this dominant touch... who knew exactly how to drive Cassie crazy. Cassie's worst enemy. Her sexual obsession.

"Renee," whimpered Cassie.

Renee leaned forward, her lips pressed right up against Cassie's ear. "Ding Ding Ding," she whispered mockingly. Cassie's enhanced senses made even the hot wet whisper send a pulse of sexual heat through her body. "Funny. You're so bad at guessing all the other girls, but you knew my touch right away. It's almost like your body memorized the feel of my hands..."

Too soon, Renee's wicked hands pulled away from Cassie's tits. Cassie heard a marker uncap.

"Well, that one down and two to go," said Renee breezily. "But I think that you need a little handicap. Why don't I have the girls start touching you a little more... intimately? Right after I give you my penalty of course."

Cassie squirmed in her bindings as Renee began writing with her marker, on the shaved-smooth pubic area just above Cassie's throbbing pussy. Maybe it was her increased sensitivity, or maybe she just knew Renee too well, but this time she had no difficulty feeling what the bratty queen bee was writing...

"Renee's" with a thick arrow pointing downward.

...

Daren noticed that Gina was distracted by something, but by that time he realized what she was staring at it was already too late. Just moments later there he was, Daren's cocky, womanizing boss, looming over the table like a dark thundercloud.

"Well, well, well," said Victor Cross, his eyes smoothly sliding over Daren for just an instant, as if he was of no consequence, before fixing intensely on Gina, "imagine my pleasure at seeing you here. Enjoying a night out, I see!"

Daren felt a petulant frustration rise inside him and tried carefully to keep it off his face. His suave, handsome boss was now leaning over the table, eyes locked to Gina's, his smile as broad and arrogant as ever. Daren knew now that Renee and her father were coordinating their efforts, playing some sort of twisted game with his family. If Renee knew that this was the night Daren was taking Gina out on a date, then so did Victor. He couldn't even let Daren have this one night alone with Gina without tainting it.

"Yes, Victor," said Gina, her arms crossed angrily over her chest and her tone dripping with exasperation, "we were having a great time. Don't you have anything better to do than stalk me?"

Daren glanced over at his wife and was dismayed at the look in her eyes. She was obviously upset that Victor was there, Daren could tell by the set of her eyebrows and the glint in her eyes... but there was a certain hunger in her expression as well. Even though Gina was the strongest woman he knew, Daren was aware that she had a strange weakness when it came to Victor Cross. No matter how furious he made her, there was something that drew Gina to Victor like a moth to the flame. He had witnessed it again and again in the past few months as Gina swore to never give in to Victor... then failed over and over. And he was seeing it now, in the way her angry eyes studied his face... and in the way she unconsciously pushed her chest out further in his presence.

Daren needed to nip this in the bud. This night belonged to him and Gina. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Victor's eyes flicked over to him and the protest stuck in his throat. The expression that Victor wore when he looked at his prey's husband was one of subtly concealed contempt, shot through with amusement. The eyes of a born bully, who couldn't even conceive of defeat.

"You wound me!" said Victor warmly, speaking to Gina even though his predatory eyes stayed focused with laser-like intensity on Daren. "If you will recall, I'm a regular here as well. I just happened to see you and come over to say hello." His eyes briefly studied the setting of the small, inconviently placed table and he smirked. "But why are you sitting in the worst seat of the house? It won't do. No woman associated with me will ever be sidelined like this. It's an embarrassment..." He side-eyed Daren, and his smirk grew wider, "... no matter who is accompanying her for the evening."

Daren flushed, and Gina frowned at the barely veiled insult, but Victor wasn't currently paying attention. He snapped his fingers imperiously and a waiter appeared in a flash, looking attentive. "This seating is unacceptable. Gigi Swallowes does not sit near the kitchen," said Victor in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

Daren frowned in confusion. He'd never heard the name "Swallowes". Just a degrading spin on the name Harlowe, he supposed, although he was shocked to hear Victor use a demeaning, sexual nickname like that to Gina's face (and even more surprised that her only reaction seemed to an annoyed huff and a roll of her eyes). But Gigi... it had been a long time since he had heard anyone call Gina that. Not since high school. How did Victor know that nickname?

'I'm sorry sir, but at the moment, we don't have..." said the waiter with a cringing, apologetic posture.

"Find a way," said Victor, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I give my old friend Marco a call and get this straightened out?"

The waiter went pale, bowed, and scuttled away.

"Victor, you don't always have to swing your dick around," grumbled Gina. "If the poor waiter says there isn't a table, there's nothing he can do." But despite her disapproving tone, a faint smile touched Gina's lips, and her skin looked the slightest bit flushed as she stared up at the tall muscular man looming above their table. A sort of soft gleam shone in her eyes that made jealous arousal squirm to life in Daren's guts.

Victor softly chuckled, saying in a low confident tone, "What's the point of having a big dick if I can't swing it around from time to time, kitten? What, you expect me to watch you suffer?"

Gina laughed as well, then seemed to catch herself, and reached across the table to pointedly take Daren's hand in hers. It still didn't quite take the sting away from seeing his wife openly flirt with another man right in front of him. Victor's casual innuendo and use of pet names made Daren's blood boil... and humiliatingly rush to his cock at the same time.

The waiter hurried back, explaining that, in fact, they had managed to find a better table after all!

"See?" said Victor pleasantly, holding out a hand to Gina to help her up. "It wasn't about the tables at all. It was about the man asking." Gina raised her eyebrows and gave Daren's boss one of her patented cool, unimpressed looks... but her hand still unclasped from Daren's to accept his offer of assistance getting up.

Daren felt the powerful, twisted combination of lust and jealousy that Renee had been nurturing inside him roar hotter and higher as he looked up at Gina, staring into Victor's eyes, her delicate feminine hand momentarily held in his huge, powerful grip. A wave of erotic inferiority crashed over him, so strong he could barely breathe.

Even though he was right here... even though Gina was resisting... she was still powerfully drawn to choose the superior male. Daren could tell.

The moment was broken as Gina slipped her hand out of Victor's and smoothed her dress, her face flushing pink. "Well, honey," she said a little awkwardly, looking toward Daren, "I know we need to get back to our date, but I really do think that it would be a bit more fun at a better table. I'm SURE that Mr. Cross just wants to show us to the table he so generously helped us secure, and then say goodnight." She gave Victor a pointed look with the last statement, silently adding that she had better be correct.

"R-right," said Daren, unable to think up a good reason to refuse. It was humiliating. Another power play from his boss, showing that, even on their special date night, he was more equipped to provide for and please Gina than her own husband. But trying to refuse the offer now would only make Gina more frustrated. Better to accept Victor's poisonous gift, say goodbye to him, then get on with the evening.

But when he began to stand up, Daren realized he might have... a small problem.

Shit. Seeing his wife's reluctant attraction to Victor firsthand had apparently been a little overstimulating to his freshly-released cock. Daren once again had a painful stiffy, currently only hidden by the tablecloth.

But he was caught between a rock and a hard place. The waiter, Victor, and Gina were all looking at him, confused and expectant, waiting for him to go to the new table. Daren tried to reach down and covertly adjust himself, but there was just no hiding an erection this powerful. And there was no more waiting either. Gina frowned and opened her mouth to say something hurrying him along. Without thinking about it further, Daren stood, revealing his shame. Victor snorted, and Gina gave him a look of disappointment.

"Honey... in public?" she said in a defeated tone. Daren blushed and tried to explain, but for the moment he couldn't fight through his stammer. "Just... come on," said Gina, closing her eyes for a second, then visibly trying to move past the awkwardness of the moment, grabbing Daren's hand and pulling him along behind the nervous waiter.

Their new table was, in fact, quite a bit better than the one they had previously. Gina looked pleased as Victor pulled out a chair for her gallantly, allowing her to sit. Daren took his seat on the other side of the table, gratefully hiding his hardon under a tablecloth once again.

"Well," said Gina reluctantly, "Thank you, Victor. I have to admit this is better. But please, this is my time with my husband. It'ss supposed to be about us. Please respect that."

"Of course," said Victor smoothly, "I just wanted to give your husband a helping hand. Your two men have to stick together, right? I'll be taking my leave."

His eyes sparkled wickedly as he added, as if it was an afterthought, "But maybe I could get a kiss goodnight?"

"Victor," said Gina warningly, "this is exactly what I was talking about. You're trying to make this about you and me. It's not. Tonight is about me and Daren." But even though her words and tone were unambiguously dismissive, Daren could see the flush growing in his cheeks, as her fingers played nervously with the ends of her hair. He could tell that the idea of kissing Victor in front of her husband wasn't completely unappealing to Gina, and that realization made his lust and sense of inferiority leap even higher.

"Come now," said Victor, looking back and forth between husband and wife. "We're all adults here. We all know that in our current arrangement, Gina and I do a lot more than kissing. I assumed Daren was ok with that, considering how he reacted to the news in the video footage you sent me."

Daren's face burned with shame and his cock throbbed with masochistic delight. So Victor had watched the video of him jerking off while Gina described her betrayal. His dominant, manly boss now knew exactly how much being cuckolded turned him on. There was more nuance to it than that of course: Daren wanted to kick his humiliation addiction and stop Gina's relationship with Victor even if it did turn him on... But there was nothing he could say in this moment that would make the situation look better for him.

"You also know that if I ordered it, I could make you kiss me despite your misgivings," said Victor in a hard, smoldering voice, his eyes now focusing intensely on Gina. "If anything, I'm being a perfect gentleman by only asking politely. Besides. Daren doesn't even mind. Can I kiss your wife goodnight, Harlowe?"

The last question was directed at him, and to Daren's horror, both Victor and Gina's eyes swung in his direction. Victor's eyes exerted a powerful coercive pressure that made Daren feel weak and helpless, but Gina's eyes were worse. Contrary to her strong words, Gina's eyes were confused, indecisive. Fuck. She wanted to kiss Victor. She wanted his permission but wasn't sure it was right to ask for it.

And what did Daren want? Letting Victor kiss his wife right in front of him was obviously a bad idea... but it would also undoubtedly be hot. His hardon throbbed with painful stiffness beneath the table. Maybe Renee had ruined him with her meticulous corruption. Maybe he had always been weak beneath the surface. But, whatever the reason, he wasn't able to resist the twisted temptation of the moment.

"S-sure," he said through numb lips. "I d-don't mind." His guts churned again as he saw the faint look of pleasure on his wife's face.

Gina turned toward Victor, her lips gently parting as he leaned low. Victor's dark hand rose, lifting Gina's chin as his lips approached hers. Then met.

Daren's mouth felt uncomfortably dry as he watched Gina's eyes close. She lost herself in the kiss. It started gentle and almost chaste, their lips touching softly. But then Victor pressed forward, tilting his face slightly as his tongue intruded into Gina's mouth. Daren felt nothing but overwhelming, impotent lust as Gina's lips opened wider, accepting his boss's tongue without complaint. Her hand rose in turn, first lightly resting on Victor's collar, then gripping and clutching, pulling the dominant man deeper into her submissive kiss.

Daren felt like the rest of the restaurant was watching. It seemed painfully obvious that Gina was on a date with him, but also kissing another man. The humiliation was almost too much to bear... and more importantly, Daren was worried that it he allowed things to proceed any further, he would cum in his pants.

He finally let out an awkward little cough, which finally snapped Gina out of whatever sexual daze she was in. She seemed shocked to find her hand gripping Victor's collar, and she dropped it hastily, her eyebrows knitting in confusion and anger. She scooted a couple of inches away from Victor and glared at him like she had somehow been tricked.

Victor took the reaction in good grace, smiling broadly and rising from his bent posture. "I think it's time I left," he said smoothly, "but let me send a favorite bottle of mine to the table as an apology for my instruction. You should have known better than to order the house red, Hardon."

...

Kissy whined and bucked, panting in lust and arching hard against her restraints as Melissa's slim middle finger slowly pumped in and out of her tight, silky-smooth virgin pussy.

Renee watched the little slut's reactions carefully, judging the ragged edge of her breaths, the intensity of her moans, the motion of her pitifully humping hips. She waited a second more, then placed a hand on Melissa's shoulder.

Mel looked a bit annoyed, but instantly withdrew her sopping hand from between Kissy's trembling thighs. Kitty let out a liquid whine of sexual need, her high and mighty defiance discarded completely. "J-just a little more..." she whimpered, hanging her head to hide her blushing face.

Renee and Melissa grinned wickedly at each other. Everything was going exactly according to plan. The second round of Kissy's sexual torment involved direct stimulation of Kissy's erogenous zones. Nipple pinching and rubbing, kissing, and most importantly fingering were now on the table, and the cheer squad was taking full and enthusiastic advantage.

But Renee kept a close eye on the proceedings at all times. A key part of her plan was that Kissy wasn't allowed to cum. Renee's slutty little virgin bestie had to be kept right on the edge, never allowed to find release. Each successive cheerleader had needed less and less stimulation to bring Kissy right to the edge of orgasm. Mel herself had needed less than thirty seconds to make Kissy a quivering, begging mess. Luckily for the plan, Renee knew her sub's body like the back of her hand, and was able to stop each and every girl right before poor Kissy achieved climax.

"Well, babe," said Renee brightly, "who do you think that was?"

"Daria?" asked Kissy miserably, without much hope. Her guesses had been getting worse and worse with time as well.

"Ooooh, no luck," said Renee with false sympathy. "Would you prefer to give up, sweetie?"

Kissy shook her head wildly from side to side. She seemed just as terrified of losing her chance to orgasm at this point as she was of being defeated in the game.

Kissy was truly a pathetic sight at this point. Nipples stiff and swollen, panting and drooling with submissive lust, legs shaking, and inner thighs slick with her own juices. The last round had turned her skin into a tapestry of sexual bullying, with drawn penises, crude insults, and obscene descriptions all over her pale naked body. Perfectly prepared for the real show, which hadn't even yet started.

But first, a sweet ending to the second round was in order.

Renee stalked forward, her eyes alight with possessive heat as she slipped a warm hand up the slippery skin of Kissy's inner thigh. Kissy's breath hitched immediately, her hips tilting outward in a needy gesture of desperation. The little slut was already at the point where she would do almost anything in order to cum.

But Renee didn't need "almost anything" she needed complete obedience. Kissy was horny, but not yet broken. But she would be soon, Renee could taste it.

Kissy sloppy cunt was dripping with lubrication, so hot Renee could practically feel its radiated heat, and blooming with lust. No sooner did Renee's gentle fingers make contact than they slipped inside. Kissy let out a moan of delight, wiggling her hips desperately over Renee's exploring fingers. A look that was almost fondness crossed Renee's face as she slid her fingers slightly upward, seeking and finding Kissy's clit and rubbing in tender but firm circles around it. Kissy's breaths came in hot, ragged bursts. She threw her head back, her mouth open and faint grunting moans puffing out rhythmically. She looked like exactly what she had become: a whore utterly letting go and losing herself to sexual depravity.

Renee looked over her shoulder to make sure Melissa was filming. She was, and more and more of the waiting cheerleaders filtered into the shower room to watch Renee's expert ability to tease a slut.

Kissy's whole body was flushed and trembling as Renee worked her clit in small, intense circles, building her up further and further. A quick glance around the room showed that Kissy wasn't the only one getting her clit rubbed currently. Some of the watching cheerleaders had their hands tucked discreetly under their skirts as they watched the obscene display.

Renee felt a flash of dominant lust herself. She had always been one to keep her sexuality on a tight leash. Lust and arousal were weapons to use on her victims, and had to be tightly controlled when it came to herself. But for some reason, Kissy's submissive nature made Renee feel the instinct to pounce. Sometimes she felt close to losing control when it came to Kissy, and now was one of those times.

It would be safer to just withdraw her fingers right now... But Renee felt an uncharacteristic burst of selfishness. She wanted to push Kissy further; bring her right to the burning edge of orgasm. Feeling the wild flare of arousal growing within her, Renee dipped her head and took one of Kissy's engorged nipples between her lips, sucking hard and lashing it with her tongue.

Kissy reacted instantly with a high, whining moan, her body going taut with intense pleasure, pushing her vulnerable tits harder into Renee's attacking mouth. Renee's finger increased speed, and now Kissy's hips jerked forward as if yanked by a chain. Desperately pressing toward the delicious feeling of Renee's fingers. Kissy was there: on the cusp. Brought both to climax and to this humiliating situation through Renee's dominant power.

The temptation was almost too great in that moment. Renee almost gave Kissy an orgasm through sheer instinct. But luckily, Kissy took her out of it.

"Yes, Renee! Yes! Make me cum!" She moaned, her hips humping forward in sinous motions.

Hearing her name pulled Renee out of her dominant haze. She pulled her hand and mouth away from Kissy as if burned, collected herself, and snapped, "Finally, your second correct guess!" Through massive effort and concentration, Renee was able to calm herself and sound just as unruffled and confident as usual, despite her rapidly beating heart.

"B-but Renee," whined Kissy, her voice dripping with frustration and disappointment, "Don't you want to... I mean..."

A slight change in the air alerted Renee to the fact that the locker room door had been carefully and quietly opened. Finally, the guests of honor had arrived.

"One second, Kissy," said Renee. "I need to take care of something. Take a two-minute break." She left Kissy stammering protests behind as she left the shower room to return to the changing area. The football team was filing in silently, their eyes shining with eager lust. The hulking, ogre-like Bass Rivera winked and gave Renee a cocky wave. She ignored him.

Melissa joined Renee on her righthand side, and Renee gestured her forward. The tall blonde went down the line, feeling the faces of the football players with a palm. Most had followed the preparation instructions, but for a few of them she jerked her head toward the sinks, where the razor and shaving cream from earlier were waiting.

With a handful of boys shaving off the last of their stubble the rest stared at Renee eagerly, ready for the fun they had been promised. At the end of the line stood the two little traitors, Kissy's bestest friends in the whole wide world. Kelsey actually had the grace to look a little ashamed of herself. She would probably bear watching, wouldn't want that simmering guilt to make her do something stupid.

Peter, however, was all smiles and giddy excitement, a tiny stiffy tenting the front of his jeans. It would break Kissy's heart to see her best friend and former crush had betrayed her so easily. But it just went to show that boys were pathetically easy to corrupt. Renee decided on the spur of the moment that the little worm deserved a reward for his backstabbing. He could be the first.

She reached forward and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him forward. He gave a muted little yelp of shock. Renee glared at the loser furiously, but luckily for him the small unmanly noise seemed to have been covered up by the sound of the cheerleaders continuing to chat and giggle.

Renee pulled him into the shower room and watched with satisfaction as the little dork's eyes lit up and his mouth dropped open. Shit... that was right, Peter still hadn't seen his beloved Kissy naked in person, had he? Let alone bound and shaved smooth, with demeaning writing scrawled all over her body.

But he was about to do a lot more than look.

"Ok Kissy, ready to continue?" asked Renee sweetly, pulling Peter forward toward his curvy, captive friend.

"Renee," moaned Kissy in a voice thick with desire,"p-please. Just touch me again. Just for a little."

"I can't just hog you silly!" said Renee in a teasing tone, 'the other girls want a turn too!" She looked meaningfully at Peter and pointed downward toward the ground, raising her eyebrows. The little worm was quick to obey, falling to his knees on the tiled floor of the shower and staring up at Kissy's heaving tits with worshipful eyes.

"So far you've only been able to guess my name correctly," said Renee with a giggle. "Jeez, Kissy, it's almost like you've got a thing for me or something, girl!"

"What? N-no..." Kissy stuttered in weak denial, blushing furiously. It was pretty cute how she could still get all bashful about being called out on a crush right after begging to be fingerfucked to completion. That was one of the things that Renee found so compelling about her little project: Kissy somehow managed to retain a wide-eyed innocence no matter what sort of filthy things Renee tricked her into doing.

"Anyway, I think the girls had better get even more... intimate in the way they touch you if you are going to have any hope of winning this game," continued Renee. She snapped her fingers to get Peter attention, who was fumbling at his crotch while staring starry-eyed at the leaking pussy of the girl he once had a schoolboy crush on. As he stared up at her, startled, Renee held up two fingers in a V, then graphically slid her tongue between them.

Peter's face broke into a dopey smile, and he wasted no time, shuffling forward to take his place between Kissy's graffitied thighs. Kissy had just enough time to say "More intimate? What do you...?" before she felt Peter's hot, panting breaths on her sensitive pussy and gasped in arousal and alarm.

Kissy's hips flinched backward against the tiled wall for a moment as Peters's eager lips and tongue made contact with her smooth, hairless cunt. She made a strangled sound of confusion, but before the exclamation was even finished, it melted into a liquid moan of pleasure. The tension in her body relaxed, and her hips moved forward again... then began to shift and push rhythmically into her best friend's mouth.

Peter had never reached a level that Renee would consider "good" at cunnilingus, but like she did for most of her lower-level slaves, she had allowed him to practice serving at a woman's feet a few times. In other words, his tongue knew its way around a pussy, and it wasn't long before Kissy was once again moaning and humping for the camera, unwittingly putting on a slutty show.

Peter himself looked like he was in heaven, slurping and licking with wild enthusiasm at Kissy's wet pussy with his hand plunged down the front of his jeans. A few months ago he had probably dreamed of breaking out of the friend zone and kissing his long-term crush Cassie, and now here he was, on his knees, kissing and licking her to his heart's content while she moaned in appreciation above him. Renee just loved making dreams come true.

But sadly, Peter's fantasy couldn't last forever. Kissy was still riding the very edge of orgasm, and if Renee let this go on too long, the slutty chained-up bimbo would cum in Peter's mouth no matter how inexperienced he was.

Renee tapped Peter's shoulder, then physically yanked him back by the hair when he seemed reluctant to give up his slobbering service. Renee shot him an annoyed glare, but her voice was as cheerful as ever as she asked Kissy, "Well? What do we think? Who was between those luscious thighs, getting a taste?"

"Uhhh..." said Kissy in a dazed tone. The long session of edging had truly fried her brain at this point, and she sounded as stupid as she looked. We'll turn her into a good little goonette yet, thought Renee gleefully. "H-harmony?" guessed Kissy hopefully.

Renee giggled at the expression on Peter's face. Clearly he wasn't happy to be mistaken for the cute Asian cheerleader. What exactly did he expect? For some sort of magical connection between them to whisper the correct answer to Kissy's heart?

"Awww, sorry," said Renee, "not quite, Kissy. I guess we'll just have to call in the next cheerleader." Renee pulled Peter to his feet and led him back into the locker room, toward Kissy's pink plastic water bottle sitting on the central bench.

Peter looked at her curiously, but Renee held up a finger in a one second gesture. She grabbed a notebook from a nearby gym bag and one of the markers they had used to draw on Kissy and wrote a short message.

"Accepting Donations Here <3"

She propped the sign up against the water bottle, then turned to Peter with a grin, gesturing toward the bottle with a sideward jerk of her head and rhythmic up and down motion of her fist.

Peter caught on immediately, and, heedless of the room full of cheerleaders and football players watching, pulled out his stiff little cock and started to jerk.

It didn't take him long. Maybe he was just so wound up from his intense cunnilingus session with Cassie, or maybe he had a bit of an exhibitionist kink himself, but before long he let out a stifled grunt and fired a few thick squirts of jizz down into the murky mixture at the bottom of the bottle.

Renee picked up the bottle and shook it, mixing the foul pearly goo into the slurry. Just a tiny taint, a drop in the bucket really.

Renee set the bottle back down and eyed the assembled football players meaningfully, setting the sign down propped up against the bottle once again.

With this many virile young men here eager to do their part, the liquid would only grow more tainted over time.

Renee grabbed another football player and dragged him into the showroom to help drive Kissy further into slutty desperation.

...

Gina did her best to focus completely on her husband as she took another sip of the excellent wine.

But her mind kept drifting back to Victor when she lost focus.

Again and again, her eyes would look into the distance over her husband's shoulder and Victor's face would appear in her mind's eye, causing a familiar blend of frustration and unwilling arousal to spread through her. Then her eyes would snap back to Daren and guilt would flood through her once again, cold and acidic.

It was just... Victor had such a big personality. Larger than life. Although she wished it didn't, one of the things that turned Gina on the most about Victor was his power. Not just physically, although when he easily picked her up during sex it did send a dizzy molten spiral of lust through her. It was the way he could confidently stride into any situation and effortlessly turn it in his favor. He was a man who was used to getting exactly what he wanted, and who had the strength, money, and cunning to make sure he did. Every time.

And that was exactly what he had just done. Breezing into Gina and Daren's date despite their resistance, effortlessly securing a better dining experience than Daren could manage, and then giving a married woman a mind-bending, toe-curling kiss right in front of her husband.

God damn it, it was fucking hot. Gina knew that she had a bit of a weakness for confident, dominant men; that was exactly the sort of man she couldn't resist during her break from Daren in college. It was precisely because of that weakness she had chosen to stick with Daren, a kind, caring man who would never exploit her (NOT because she had given up at attracting a dominant man, no matter what Victor said). But Victor took that desire for strong men inside Gina and turned it up to eleven. He was like catnip to her; it was like she couldn't think logically around him.

It should have been her who denied Victor a kiss. She owned her own body, not Victor or even Daren. She should have instantly refused, but instead she had gotten caught up in Victor's poisonous confidence once again and let Daren decide.

And Daren had allowed it...

Gina knew that her husband had been nursing a complex about her and other men for a while, and this complicated situation with Victor had only made things worse. But kissing Victor right in front of him had really brought the reality of her husband's fetish home to Gina. Her poor weak husband had just sat watching, wide-eyed, as a cruel, strong bully had enjoyed his beloved wife.

The idea held a certain nasty heat...

"Baby, are you ok?" asked Daren nervously, snapping Gina out of her train of thought. Fuck! She had drifted off and been thinking about Victor again for minutes on end, totally ignoring her husband on their important date night.

Gina tried to hide her embarrassment, saying, "I'm fine baby. Maybe a little too much wine." Then, partially as a way to assuage her guilt, she leaned forward a little, giving her husband a better look at her cleavage as she said, "Which means that someone will be getting VERY lucky tonight..." Daren deserved to feel desired, especially after that frankly rude kiss earlier.

Daren brightened up considerably from her sultry promise, just as Gina thought he might.

"Oh really?" said Daren, leaning forward and matching her flirty smile with one of his own. "This lucky guy... what do you think he had to look forward to?"

"Oh, I think he is going to get anything he wants tonight," murmured Gina, taking Daren's hand in hers. Guiltily thinking about the sort of demeaning sex Victor demanded of her, she hastily added, "I mean, within reason." As much as she loved Daren, the last thing Gina wanted was her husband trying to dominate her in bed in a misplaced attempt to compete with Victor.

"That sounds perfect," said Daren warmly, squeezing Gina's hand across the table. And finally, she was able to put Victor's calculated intrusion out of her mind and spend a moment with her husband untainted by the thought of his boss.

Her phone buzzed loudly in her purse.

Gina glanced toward it nervously, breaking the loving eye contact with her husband. For years, Gina had poured herself into her work rather than her social life, so she wasn't exactly Ms. Popularity. There weren't that many people who texted her. Daren of course, and Cassie (although not so often recently now that Cassie had become so rebellious and unreasonable)... and, of course, Victor.

Why would Victor be texting her? Actually, that was a stupid question. He would text her for the same reason that he had crashed the date: to ruin any chance that Daren would be successful in bonding with her and breaking the sick hold he had developed over her sex life.

But what had he texted her? What did he think would be able to distract her from her husband? Gina's initial instinct was to open her purse and find out. She ruthlessly crushed that impulse immediately. Gina had learned the hard way that the easiest way to beat Victor's mind games was to refuse to play them in the first place. It annoyed her a little that she had to adopt such a cowardly strategy, but tonight was too important to let her pride get in the way.

Her phone buzzed again, and this time it was Daren who looked over at her purse, frowning. He turned back to Gina with a questioning look. "Should you get that? What if it's work?"

Shit. It was true that Gina sometimes received work emails and text updates on important cases at night... back when she was still employed of course. There was no good way to tell Daren that it was impossible that the texts were work-related.

"I want to focus on you tonight," said Gina firmly. "Even if it's work, it can wait until tomorrow."

Daren gave her an indulgent smile. "I can tell you want to check it. It's fine, sweetie. I can wait thirty seconds so it doesn't bug you all night."

Gina frowned. Had she been giving off the impression that she badly wanted to read the text? She didn't want to read it at all. Right? Gina felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. Reading Victor's texts (if it really was him) would be playing right into his hands. But Daren had told her it was fine. True, he didn't know who the texts were from, but once again, it was almost like he was giving her permission... like he had with the kiss.

Gazing nervously at her husband and lightly biting her lip, Gina reached for her purse, pulled out the phone, and opened the messaging app. She steeled herself to be prepared for any tactic. Victor was cunning, she couldn't take anything he wrote at face value.

But this time Victor's approach was more of a sledgehammer than a scalpel.

[I'll be waiting in the men's room for the next ten minutes. The stall at the end. Come see me, Kitten.] Read the first text.

The second text was simply a picture of his massive cock. Despite her shock, Gina's eyes scanned it hungrily, taking in the bulging head, the thick, veiny shaft... the dark, lustrous skin. Once again it was a breathtakingly arrogant show of sexual dominance. Victor was a man skilled at getting what he wanted. And in this case, he thought that all it would take for Gina to ditch her husband at the table was a picture of his cock.

Gina felt her uncomfortable arousal throb to life once again. Fuck. Victor Fucking Cross, trying to reach out and take what he wanted. Assuming that it would be just that easy. It made her teeth clench in anger and her pussy flush with wet heat.

"Is everything alright?" asked Daren, reading her expression as anger, only partially correctly.

"Just fine dear," said Gina, fighting to remain calm as she set the phone face down on the table.

"It's nothing important."

She wanted that to be true. Victor had just started another little game with her, just like he always did. And this game was deadly simple: could she avoid accepting Victor's offer? As usual, the game was stacked in her favor. All she had to do was sit here and chat with her husband, and Victor would leave in ten minutes, frustrated and taught a lesson.

... And he would take his magnificent cock with him.

"Anyway," continued Daren, taking a long sip of wine and launching back into the inane work story he had been in the middle of when Gina's phone went off, "I told Grace that we don't need that many copies, because not everyone takes a hand-out anyway, and she said..."

Gina stared at her husband, smiling and gently nodding while her mind wandered. The real question was why Victor thought she would fall for a crude invitation like this in the first place. As much as Victor wanted her to be, she wasn't some cock-hungry bimbo that couldn't resist the offer of a dick. The fact that Victor thought she would be tempted by his offer was getting under her skin a little.

Seriously! He really expected her to see a dick pic and come running to the men's bathroom? Doing that would be so fucking humiliating. Then, suddenly, the real game that Victor was playing slid into focus for Gina. He was obsessed with the idea that Gina got off on losing. He couldn't stop talking about it the other day during his dirty talk. To be fair, that had been right after Gina had self-sabotaged and chosen humiliation at the hands of a man she hated over victory, so he wasn't fully making it up. But that fetish he believed she had was what this was all about. Leaving her husband behind at the table to fuck Victor in a men's bathroom WOULD be humiliating. That was the point. Victor thought she was so turned on by humiliating defeat at this point she wouldn't be able to resist.

But he was wrong. Of course. She might have slipped up the other day and given in to humiliating defeat in the heat of the moment, but that was just because of Victor's sinister influence. She didn't have a fetish for losing. That was stupid, winning and pride were all-important to her. Always had been.

With a titanic effort, Gina forced herself to pay attention to Daren's story about a minor disagreement at work. She took another sip of infuriatingly excellent wine.

She flipped her phone over to check the time.

It had only been three minutes since Victor had made his offer. God, it felt like it had been fifteen. Victor was still there, waiting in the men's room, his cock stiff and ready for her. Probably already thinking up some smug thing to say when his "kitten" gave in and submitted to him, ruining her own date.

Gina realized that her body was once again buzzing and warm, a deep throbbing neediness forming in her core. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to tell herself that it was just the wine. An image of Victor's big, tempting cock flashed in her mind, oddly juxtaposed with the feeling of Daren's cock, feeling oddly small in her hand.

It would be so humiliating to prove Victor right by meeting him in the bathroom.

So deliciously humiliating...

"Are you sure you're ok?" asked Daren plaintively, making his wife's eyes fly open. "Did work text you something upsetting?"

"No, I..." said Gina haltingly. The next words spilled out of her lips before she realized what she was saying. "I just need to use the bathroom."

"Oh," said Daren, looking a little puzzled at Gina's strange tone. "Ok, well, I'm glad it's not serious."

Well, Gina didn't have much choice now. She couldn't very well stay at the table after saying that. Gina reached out and raised her glass to her lips, draining the rest of the wine before getting up. On her way toward the restroom, she paused to give Daren a lingering kiss on the cheek, feeling guilt rampage through her.

Gina's heart pounded wildly against her ribs as she walked toward the bathrooms. What the fuck was she doing? This was the last thing she should do if she wanted to have any hope at all of resisting Victor's advances. In fact, she realized with relief, it still wasn't too late. She could simply turn to the left and enter the women's bathroom, rather than the men's bathroom to the right. The doors were just ahead of her down a short hallway.

Gina strode confidently to the women's restroom, placing her hand flat against the door, ready to push it open and escape Victor's clutches. Her hand stayed there, just resting.

She bit her lip.

The memory hit her like a flash. Victor's thick black cock pumping rapidly in and out of her. His smug, manly voice insisting that she was turned on by losing to him... Her own voice, wailing in sexual ecstasy, admitting that she was a loser. She half turned and stared at the men's bathroom, her eyes shining with shameful longing. She glanced to the side, toward the floor of the restaurant. She couldn't see Daren from this angle, and he almost certainly couldn't see her.

Her face feeling hot and her body throbbing with the shameful lust that had clung to her since the kiss with Victor, Gina turned to the men's bathroom and hastily pushed inside.

Mercifully, there weren't any men she could see. She told herself that maybe it was already too late. She hadn't kept a close on on the clock, after all. Maybe Victor was gone. But a quick scan of the gap beneath the last stall told her all she needed to know. A pair of tailored pants and huge expensive shoes. He was there waiting for her.

She should leave. She should text him and tell him the deal was off, that he could do his worst with his fucking blackmail. She shouldn't give in to his bullshit narrative about being a natural submissive who got off on failure. She shouldn't walk toward the stall door like she was doing right now. She shouldn't raise her hand to knock.

She definitely shouldn't let him stretch her pussy with his fat cock while her husband waited for her at their table.

Before her hesitating hand could reach out and knock, the stall door swung open. Victor rose smoothly from his seated position, his eyes smoldering. Gina had been wrong. For once, he had no smug smile or cocky put-down for her. His face was dead serious as he reached out and pulled her unresisting body into his poisonous embrace.

This time, when their lips met there was no teasing or playfulness, just raw, filthy passion. Victor's hands were hungry as they roamed Gina's curvy body, resting on then squeezing her ass as his tongue intruded dominantly into her open, willing mouth. Occupied by the heated depths of their illicit kiss, no words were exchanged as Victor drew her into the stall, then closed and locked the door behind them.

Gina felt her lover's monstrous cock press hard into her belly, sending molten lust pulsing through her veins. This was so fucking wrong... but that was part of what made it feel so fucking good. Gina's hand dived down with fumbling need, grinding hard against the stiffness she craved. This cock felt powerful, and big, and dominant in her delicate hand. Her mind flashed to the feeling of her husband's little stiffy against her palm early in the evening, and her breath caught. She could feel the moist, sinful heat building more and more between her thighs as her tongue tangled with Victor's, her eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming sensation.

Victor broke the kiss and looked down at her with a sort of smoldering contempt. "Hands on the wall, Kitten. Hike your dress up around your waist." There was no warmth or seduction this time, just an iron-hard certainty that Gina would do exactly as he said.

Gina considered defying him, her old instincts of pride and self-reliance flaring up again, but the idea was absurd. She had already humiliatingly surrendered tonight. Come to seek him in a bathroom based on just a crude dick pic and an obscene invitation. Pretending to be innocent now was foolish.

Feeling the sting of defeat stronger than ever, Gina complied, facing the wall and tugging her dress up over her hips, exposing the lacey black panties she had worn to excite her husband tonight. The clink of a belt and the zip of a zipper were the only warnings she got before Victor tugged her panties roughly to her knees and slipped deep inside her juicy, cheating pussy.

There was no tenderness or sensual, slow lovemaking tonight, Victor plunged inside her hard and fast immediately, forcing her to brace hard against the wall as a gasp of mixed surprise and pleasure burst from her parted lips. "V-victor, you're so rough!" she whined. It was meant to sound like a complaint, but it came out much more like a pleased whimper. Regardless of her objections over the rough, brutal thrusts, her body loved them. Gina could feel her pussy grip and pulse around the intruding dick with a frantic, hungry intensity, milking Victor's superior cock.

Victor responded with a swift, stinging spank to Gina's ass, saying, "You know, Gigi, I think this might be the sluttiest thing you've ever done. You sucked my cock in front of your husband's co-workers. You signed a fucking contract to become my sex slave. But ditching a date with your hubby to sneak to the men's room for a filthy quickie with his boss? That's a special level of sluttiness, Kitten."

Gina let out a shaky moan, hoping against hope that no one would enter the bathroom and hear the nasty wet sounds now spilling out of their stall. Her pussy was positively gushing now, turned on beyond belief by Victor's complete victory. Once again, Victor had arrogantly expected something he didn't deserve, Gina's married pussy, and once again it had been delivered to him on a silver platter.

And Victor was right. Her husband was waiting patiently at their table to resume their romantic date night and yet here she was, with her panties around her ankles in the men's room, getting fucked hard by another man. She was such a fucking slut. And Victor was treating her like one.

Victor held tight to Gina's hips as he plowed deeper and faster. This session clearly wasn't about her pleasure at all. Victor was savoring his victory by using her as a sex toy. But despite that, Gina felt herself rapidly approaching climax. Once again she was turned on, just like Victory said, by losing. "You're such a bad, bad girl, Gigi," growled Victor above her. Just by the thick pleasure she could sense in his voice, Gina could tell that he wasn't far from orgasm himself. "But I think I know a way for you to be even worse..."

"Whaaaatt?" moaned Gina, dreading what he was about to say but feeling a thrill of lust at the bruel edge in his voice.

"I just thought I would give you two one last gift," said Victor, his voice straining rhythmically as he thrust. "I'm going to fill your cheating cunt with cum, Kitten. Give Hardon a little extra lube for when I lend you to him later tonight."

The idea sent an icy spike of fear through her heart and a sizzling bolt of lust through her pussy. "Noooo," she moaned desperately. "No Victor, he'll know!"

"Just tell him you're extra wet for him!" laughed Victor. "Besides, if you don't want me to leave a present for your loser hubby, you had better stop tightening that pussy. I'm about ready to fill you up."

"Wait V-Victor, stop!" gasped Gina, hanging her head and futilely trying to force her pussy to stop eagerly milking Victor's cock. The thought of her powerful black tormentor soaking her pussy in his thick, potent cum before her husband had his chance to even insert himself was awful... but powerfully erotic.

"Hope your husband likes sloppy seconds, Kitten," growled Victor, never slowing his furious jackhammering pace, "... because I'm claiming this pussy."

"Fuccckkk!" whined Gina, surrendering to her master's cruel will. "You fucking asshole! Do it then! Fucking fill me up! Claim me!" Just as she said it, she tipped over into climax. Behind her, Victor tensed and grunted, and Gina lost herself in the sensation of his hot sperm flooding her pussy as waves of pleasure roared through her body.

The thick, illicit cum oozed out slowly, trailing warmly down her leg as they panted and sweated in the aftermath of their shared orgasm, their ragged breaths echoing off the tiled walls of the restaurant bathroom.

Gina trembled, leaning on the wall of the bathroom stall for support as the last wave of her orgasm washed away, leaving her confused, guilty, and ashamed. She could feel the warm seed of her and her husband's worst enemy dripping slowly out of her well-used, cheating cunt. In this post-climax moment, nothing felt kinky about her utter defeat.

With a chuckle, Victor pulled out, sending a fresh gush of semen dribbling out of Gina's pussy, then slapped his softening cock against his fuck toy's thigh, wiping it clean against Gina's soft skin. "Well now that the real man has gotten his fill, I suppose I can let your little beta hubby take a turn. You'd better hurry back before he realizes where you are."

Gina felt a stab of anger at the insulting way he framed the situation. As if she was just property. And not just any property: his possession that he could freely "lend" to Daren, the man who she should belong to, if anybody. But Gina was in no mood to fight right now. After all, Victor had a point. She did need to get back to her husband before he began to suspect something was going on.

Gina grabbed a handful of toilet paper and began scrubbing it between her legs. "You..." she said, clearing her throat awkwardly and fighting through a flaming blush, "I can't believe you fucking did that. What if he realizes?"

Victor just chuckled deep in his throat, looking down at her with mocking, heated eyes. "If I know your husband, it would just make him fucking horny, knowing that I beat him once again." He patted her naked ass with insulting familiarity. "Have fun with Hardon tonight, Gigi! Try not to compare the poor guy to me too much... You'll spoil the sex if you think about how much better I am than him."

Then he turned and left the stall, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. Gina glared after him for a moment, her belly roiling with nervous anticipation, then began swiftly cleaning herself once again. The entire time, she furiously told herself that Victor was wrong. She could enjoy sex with Daren. There was no reason to compare his sexual skills with his boss.

Everything tonight was going to be magical... despite the little slip-up she had just had.

...

Kelsey hung back in the crowd of cheerleaders, watching with her inner conflict written all over her face as yet another football player stepped forward and knelt.

"Ohhhhh Godddddd," moaned Kissy, low and raspy and passionate, as the senior boy's broad hand seized her thighs and he pulled himself forward, sucking and licking eagerly between the chained slut's legs. "Yes! More! Please!" She cried in her ragged, lustful voice. Kissy was so far gone at this point that she didn't even notice or care how large and masculine the boy's hands were... how square his jaw was as it worked on her dripping cunt.

Kelsey's eyes flicked to Melissa, who was currently zooming in to get a close-up shot of Kissy's moaning face, then panning down her writhing naked body to the man passionately french-kissing her pussy.

Kelsey couldn't help but feel guilty. Kissy bravely came here today to try to fight back against Renee and maintain her dignity. How could she have known that it was a trap meant to break her will, further her corruption, and make a mockery of what little dignity she had left?

Renee planned to edit, then sell the video they were filming today, advertising it throughout the high school. In one awful stroke, she would demonstrate her utter dominance and seal Kissy's reputation as a pathetic bimbo slut. And stupid, slutty Kissy was playing right into those plans by writhing her naked body into the player's mouths, showing off her big bouncing tits and wide hips, covered in degrading sharpie messages and a shiny sheen of sweat.

If only she would fight back just a little and show some resistance to what was happening to her. True, Renee would probably edit it out, but all the cheerleaders and football players would know that Renee's victory wasn't complete...

Kelsey moved forward slowly, pushing her way through the crowd of giggling cheerleaders and surly football players waiting their turn. Peter tried to get her attention as she passed, but she ignored him. He had spent the rest of the time since eating Kissy out moping and idly jerking off, upset that his part in Kissy's humiliation was over. No one had time for a loser like him right now, and Kelsey felt the same.

Kelsey moved into the shower room, eyes fixed on her former best friend. Kissy looked so vulnerable... so fucking slutty. It made Kelsey burn with jealous heat. Why couldn't it have all stayed simple? They used to be two shy, platonic friends, happy to fade into the background of Riverside High. They would never go back to that. Kelsey had discovered her own attraction to women after seeing Kissy's fall from grace. Not to mention the fact that Renee had her hooks in Kissy deeper than even Kissy realized.

Kelsey still felt like she owed something to her best friend, even if their relationship had been warped beyond recognition... Even if it was hard to even look at Kissy anymore without feeling smoldering lust.

She was at the front of the crowd now, the silent semi-circle standing around Kissy as she was aggressively eaten out on camera. As she watched, Renee tapped the boy on the head, signaling him to pull away. Once again, Kissy was left whining and humping her hips in the air, putting on a desperate, wanton show for the cameras she didn't realize were there. The football player seemed a little annoyed at his forced withdrawal, but obediently moved back to the central bench in the changing area, rapidly jerking his cock over Kissy's pink water bottle.

It wasn't long before he climaxed, adding a few more hot squirts of what was quickly becoming the slurry's primary ingredient. The concoction in the bottle had become quite a bit... thicker over the past hour as more and more cum from the football team was added to the mix. It was getting to the point that Kelsey found it hard to believe that Kissy wouldn't know what she was drinking by taste and texture alone...

"Ok, girly, who do you think ate you out that time?" Called Renee in a cheerful voice, relishing Kissy's total defeat.

Kissy panted, her big tits heaving, showing off her stiff, bubble-gum pink nipples as they gently swayed. "Uhhh..." she said in a dazed voice, "Was it Mel?"

"Ooooh, no, sorry babe," said Renee with false sympathy. "Better luck next time!"

She turned to the crowd and pointed at another boy. Bass Rivera. Kelsey felt a thrill of fear as she looked at him. He seemed too big to be in high school. Too rough. Not just tall, but massive in every measurement. His face was attractive enough, but it was utterly ruined, in Kelsey's opinion, by the smoldering arrogance and aggression etched into every expression.

Rumors swirled that Bass had already knocked up three students in the course of high school, and yet he always seemed to have a new girl on his arm every other week. Kelsey had never understood why any girl would have sex with an awful brute like Bass, let alone date him... But being this close to him, she could actually kind of see it, in a terrifying way. He was raw, pure masculinity, in all of its most toxic and dominant forms. Kelsey would never want to be involved with him herself, but she realized with a shiver exactly why some girls couldn't resist. Maybe it would be intoxicating to be swept away by that powerful male energy...

But he was about to eat Kissy out on camera. Roughly and thoroughly, if Kelsey had to guess. Kelsey's sudden urge to do something, to help her friend out of her predicament, welled up, stronger than ever before. She licked her lips, working up her courage to say something.

Renee caught her eye and frowned.

Kelsey opened her mouth, but Renee was too quick. Her eyes filled with fury, Renee leaned forward, clapping a palm over Kelsey's mouth before she could get a word out. Kelsey struggled, but Renee had surprising strength for someone so soft and curvy-looking. She dragged Kelsey out of the locker room as the other viewers watched with amusement.

...

Bass watched Renee go with a pleased half-smirk. Good. With that scary bitch out of the way, things would be ten times easier.

His dull, arrogant stare turned to the naked, trembling, tied-up slut on the shower wall. His sneer widened into a full smirk. This was going to be fucking fun. Bass had never intended to play nice and follow the rules that tiny little cutie had yapped at them in the boy's locker room. He was Bass fucking Rivera, star lineman and notorious stud. He didn't eat pussy, he fucked. And that was exactly what he was going to do to the new school slut.

The only thing that had made him nervous was Renee. He wasn't afraid of anybody of course... but it didn't make him a coward to avoid Renee Cross. She was a fucking psycho. The fact that she wanted to leave cocks out of the equation today did make Bass's plan to fuck Kissy a bit more complicated, but he was a big believer that things tended to fall into your lap if you were willing to be persistent and aggressive. And once again he had been proven right. Renee had left the locker room at the perfect time, and when the cat was away...

He walked forward, looming over the panting, dripping little whore chained up on the wall. His eyes crawled over her exposed body, focusing in on the sweet little virgin pussy between her legs. He enjoyed virgins. He liked the idea that, after him, all other men would feel small and weak in comparison.

Bass reached out and hefted one of Kissy's fat, jiggling tits in a rough palm. The eager slut let out a shuddering moan, eagerly thrusting her breasts out into his touch. Bass had to hold back a chuckle. Renee really was a god damn genius. Cassie Harlowe had always been one of the goody-two-shoes, nose-in-the-air type of girls. A top-of-the-class overachiever. And now she was just a drooling, pathetic bimbo. Hilarious. And hot.

Bass dropped his hand down between her held-open thighs, inserting a thick finger into her horny pussy, relishing the feel of her slick, tight heat. She whimpered in need, humping her hips toward him while her sweet little virgin cunt pulsed and clenched around his invading finger. Fuck yes. Bass could feel his cock and his dominant instincts rising, preparing for what was to come. Kissy might not understand what she craved so badly, but Bass knew.

He was going to teach her pussy what it was made for.

Bass undid his pants, roughly shucking them down his knees to reveal his massive, raging cock. Melissa Fontaine hurried forward, her eyes wide with alarm, trying to silently communicate that he was breaking the rules. Bass just ignored her, focusing instead on Kissy.

It was time for this slut to finally lose her V-card. Maybe he would knock her up as well. After all, a goody-goody virgin like her probably wasn't on birth control. The idea sent a cruel blaze of arousal through Bass. Knocked up on camera while watched by a crowd of the most popular kids in school... what a way to lose your virginity!

He moved forward, cock in hand, ready to slide it home into Kissy wet, sloppy pussy, so thoughtfully prepared for him by the mouths of his teammates.

...

The two girls burst out of the locker room door and Renee slammed Kelsey up against the wall. Her smothering hand came off of Kelsey's mouth, but Kelsey barely had time to suck in a breath before it had closed around her throat instead. It was only then that Kelsey realized how badly she had fucked up. Far from the explosion of fiery rage she had expected, Renee had gone cold as ice, her face frozen in a mask of cool, calm rage. The gorgeous dominant cheer captain pinned her to the wall firmly by the throat, her grip not tight enough to cut off air, but far from comfortable.

Shamefully, the position of being so easily caught and handled woke a slithering of lust low in Kelsey's belly beneath her spike of terror.

"I was wondering when you would decide to grow a conscience," said Renee, a sneer twisting her perfect face. "I just didn't expect you to do it at the most pathetic time possible. When it's too late to help Kissy OR save your relationship."

Kelsey wriggled desperately, her weak hands scrabbling at Renee's strong, dusky arm but failing to accomplish anything. "She's my friend!" she gasped, trying to ignore the gathering heat between her thighs as Renee easily held her. "It's... it's not right!"

Renee chuckled and shook her head in disgust. "Really, Kelsey? Do you think Kissy would still see you as a friend if she knew the truth? Really think through what would happen if you told the dumb bimbo what's going on. She would know that you led her here; that you and Peter set her up for this. Besides," said Renee with a knowing smirk, her tone dropping to a purr, "Is sweet platonic friendship really the only thing you want from Kissy anymore?" Her free hand slipped down to pop open the button of Kelsey's jeans, dangerously close to Kelsey's rapidly-moistening pussy.

"D-don't..." whined Kesley, squirming back ineffectively from Renee's touch. Her heart was pounding and her guts squirming with arousal and fear. Kelsey had always considered herself a coward. From the beginning, she had shamefully abandoned Kissy to her fate precisely because she was afraid of Renee's anger. And now she had attracted Renee's sinister attention anyway. Her worst erotic nightmare had come true.

Kelsey gasped as Renee's slim feminine hand wormed its way down the front of her jeans and beneath her panties, feeling the shameful slimy heat between her thighs. Renee's mocking grin widened and she clucked her tongue, saying, "My my my, you naughty girl. It doesn't feel like Kissy predicament upset you as much as you claim. In fact, you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit!"

"No! It's... it's not what it seems like," said Kelsey desperately. But it was a lie. Seeing Kissy teased and sexually tormented had gotten her hot and bothered even while it disturbed her... How could she not get turned on by seeing such a hot slut be degraded like that?

"Really?" asked Renee sweetly, leaning close to whisper in her captive's ear while her fingers began to swirl and rub between Kelsey's tender lower lips. "Because what it seems like is jealousy... I just can't decide if you're jealous of the boys licking Kissy sweet pussy... or if you're jealous of Kissy herself."

"N-no, of course not!" Renee's shining eyes and sharp grin filled Kelsey with wild terror, but at the same time she felt her hot, wet pussy clenching around Renee's invading finger, and she feared that her body had already told Renee everything she needed to know.

Renee suddenly withdrew both hands, pulling away from Kelsey's throat and out of her pants, briefly wiping her fingers on Kelsey's shirt before turning away from the pathetic panting girl. "Well," said Renee briskly, "Regardless of where your desires lie, I'm afraid you've fucked up. I expect perfect loyalty from my subjects. You're going to have to make it up to me if you want to maintain access to your bestie."

"Make it up to you?" rasped Kelsey, massaging her throat and staring at Renee doubtfully. The curvy, dominant Queen Bee turned back to Kelsey with a smirk.

"Strip," she said simply, her smile playful but her eyes as hard as iron.

Kelsey's face drained of blood. Renee wanted her naked... in the same room with the giggling cheerleaders and swaggering football players. Part of the entertainment instead of the spectators. The idea was horrifying... and also intriguing. "Renee... I... I can't," protested Kelsey in a weak voice. How could she explain to the gorgeous evil Renee that she was a coward? Even facing corruption like Kissy did took a certain amount of bravery... a bravery that Kelsey didn't possess.

But Renee had no patience for her whining. "Listen," she said flatly, her hand on her hip. "You have two choices. You can strip naked and do exactly what I fucking say, or you can become a pariah for the rest of your senior year. And not the fun kind of pariah like Kissy where she gets off on the disgrace. The sad kind where no one talks to you and everyone whispers behind your back."

Kelsey wavered, her hands frozen on the waistband of her jeans, caught midway between rebuttoning them and pulling them down.

"And you won't ever speak to Kissy ever again," said Renee firmly. "Let alone have any more 'fun' with your bestie."

Kelsey gulped, thinking about Kissy kneeling between her thighs, her best friend since childhood gently licking and kissing her pussy. Could she really give up her chance to do that again?

With shaking hands, Kelsey slipped the jeans down off her slim hips, blushing and refusing to look the victorious, cruel cheerleader in the eye as the rest of her clothes swiftly followed. Soon she stood, awkward and shivering, her slim, pale nudity reveled in the dimness of the hallway. Her nipples pressed hot and hard against the arm she clutched tightly to her modest breasts, her other hand shielding the warm wet pussy that Renee had already probed.

"Great," said Renee, her eyes radiating amusement as she took in Kelsey's bashful stance and slim, pretty little body. "Now follow me. I have a job for you."

As they turned back toward the locker room, Melissa popped out of the door, her eyes wide with alarm. She frantically waved for Renee to follow, and Renee obeyed with a frown, leaving Kelsey behind outside the locker room.

Kelsey took a deep, steadying breath. Maybe she could just run away... after all, it did seem like Renee was distracted. But she knew better to think that Renee would forgive and forget, even if she was distracted for the moment. In fact, she should probably take advantage of whatever was happening to slip into the locker room without becoming the center of attention.

Feeling the pulse of lust and cowardly fear deep inside her, Kelsey rested a shaking palm against the door of the locker room... and pushed it open, stepping inside.

A few of the cheerleaders near the door noticed the new naked guest, pointing and giggling, but, just as Kelsey had hoped, she wasn't currently the center of attention.

Almost everyone in the room had their eyes on Bass Rivera. He had removed his pants completely, his cock a massive blunt instrument, throbbing with the same brutish power that every other part of him did. And, based on his posture as stared intently at the curvy slut chained to the wall, he had every intention of using it.

Kelsey had walked into the room just as Renee reached Bass, silently grabbing his wrist and pulling him back. He stared at her with a stubborn, angry expression across his massive slab of a face. Bass wasn't the type of guy to let women tell him what to do... the only thing holding him back from pushing Renee halfway across the room and sinking his cock deep into Kissy's virgin pussy was the particular woman grabbing his wrist.

Even Bass wasn't stupid enough to fuck around with Renee Cross, although it was easy to tell that his every instinct told him to shake her off and claim his prize. The tension in the locker room was thick as everyone stared at the silent showdown, holding their breath.

Even Kissy in her blindfold realized something was up. She tilted her head, listening to the sudden absence of noise, and asked "Wh-what's going on, Renee?" in a breathy whisper.

"Nothing dear!" said Renee in a perfectly calm and chipper voice while staring daggers into Bass's dull, sullen eyes. "Just getting the next girl ready for our little game." The moment seemed to hang on the edge of a knife. Renee was an expert manipulator, but you couldn't manipulate a wild animal, and that's what Bass was close to being. Kelsey had no idea how Renee could convince Bass to give up when he wanted to get off.

Then Renee reached low with her other hand... wrapping her delicate fingers around his monstrous cock. Kelsey's eyes widened... was Renee actually stooping to give a boy a handjob in front of everyone? How humiliating for a normally proud Queen Bee like her. Kelsey supposed it made sense: you didn't reason with a raging bull, you distracted I'm with a red cape.

And Kelsey was partially correct about Renee's plan. Distracting Bass was what Renee had in mind... She just got one very important detail wrong.

Renee didn't begin jerking Bass off. She used his erect cock like a handle, gently pulling him away from Kissy... And toward the changing area where Kelsey stood shivering and naked, eyes staring wide like a deer in the headlights.

Kelsey felt a hot, wet surge of adrenaline as Renee's superior grin slid onto her, followed by Bass's dull bestial eyes. She felt a dark pulse of terrified arousal as a wicked grin split his face. Here was another naked, clearly aroused, vulnerable slut. And Renee was telling him this one was fair game.

Kelsey's mind raced and she found herself backing up instinctively, but the crowd of giggling cheerleaders pushed her back toward the center of the room. The attention of the crowd she had managed to avoid earlier was now focused on her like a spotlight, cheerleaders and football players alike running their eyes all over her slim, beautiful nudity.

She thought back to all the stories about Bass. How he fucked and used and knocked up women before tossing them aside. How confused she was why any girl would want to fuck him. She wasn't confused anymore. Now that she felt the burning heat of his disrespectful lust turned toward her, she felt like she was drowning in it. Hot clear juices from her pussy slipped past her clutching hand and rolled in fat, slick droplets down her thighs. Even if she was mentally terrified of Bass, her body was eager to submit to his powerful, dominant masculinity.

If Bass was some raging, predatory beast, she felt like some sort of prey animal, destined to become his sexual meal. Why the fuck did that thought turn her on so badly?

Renee pulled the hulking senior forward until he loomed over the much shorter, cringing, nude woman beneath him. With a shark-like smile, he glanced over to Renee, pointed at Kelsey with one thick finger, and made an obscene and expressive pumping motion with his hips. Even without words, the meaning couldn't have been clearer:

"I can fuck her, right?"

Kelsey felt like she could barely breathe. Her hand clutched tight to her now-throbbing pussy, she felt powerless and overwhelmed with submissive arousal and intimidation. The crowd smiled in the circle around them, their cruel faces alight with eagerness for the upcoming show.

"Hello? Renee?" called Kissy pathetically from the showers.

Renee raised an eyebrow, drawing out the tension as she looked at Kelsey appraisingly, obviously enjoying the naked girl's horny distress at the thought of getting publicly fucked by the biggest asshole in the high school.

Then she glanced up at Bass and shook her finger in a gesture of denial, instead miming a handjob. Kelsey almost went limp with relief. Publicly jerking Bass off would be humiliating, but it would be much better than getting fucked in front of the entire cheerleader squad and football team.

Bass rolled his eyes, but seemed to accept the downgraded service, gesturing imperiously for Kelsey to get on with it. All eyes were on her as she reached her hand toward the massive, throbbing cock. Kelsey used to tease Kissy about how innocent she was, but truth be told Kelsey wasn't a sexual expert either. Two short-term boyfriends, only one of which had gone far enough to actually do the deed. And that was more to say they did it than anything: it was more awkward than hot. She had given maybe four handjobs in her entire life.

And none of them had been anything like this.

She was fully naked, in the middle of a crowd of amused spectators. And Bass... he was nothing like the meek, nice boys she dated. Personality-wise or... physically. Kelsey sucked in a shakey breath as her slim fingers closed around the thick, rigid length of Bass's cock, barely making it all the way around his girth. It felt so... strong. So overpowering in her little hand. She ran her hand down it experimentally, feeling it's hot, veiny length slip through her fist. A dark thrill of lust pulsed through her. Was this how Kissy felt all the time? This exposed? This vulnerable? This dirty?

Bass sneered in impatience, gripping Kelsey's hand in his and guiding her into a rapid, tight pace on his cock. Kelsey obeyed his silent command, getting into the rhythm, sliding her hand with increasing grace up and down his thick cock. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now. The eyes of the surrounding people were a hot shameful weight pressing on every inch of her naked body.

She was so concentrated on Bass's cock that she didn't notice where his hand was going until it was too late. She let out a moaning gasp as his thick, powerful fingers pushed aside the hand clasped over her pussy, pressing and rubbing at the wet heat between her thighs. She tried to squirm away instinctively, but Bass was insistent, his thick fingers relentlessly rubbing and teasing her... until finally, she gave in, clapping her hand over her mouth to stifle more moans as her hips began to buck and hump against Bass's powerful fingers. Her hand continued to pump and jerk him, falling into a rhythm with his rough, swirling fingers.

God this was so wrong... so dirty. The cheerleaders surrounding her stifled giggles and gave each other knowing glances while the football players leered at her tits and ass, jealous of Bass. Maybe a normal girl would be horrified... but Kelsey was getting more and more turned on, rapidly approaching orgasm as a brute who didn't care about her roughly fingered her pussy, her hand pumping rapidly on his cock.

She felt in tune with the hulking man above her... she could feel his cock pulse and throb with masculine heat. His balls began to tighten up against the base of his shaft. He was going to cum... he was going to splatter his hot jizz all over her. The thought alone tipped Kelsey over the edge, making her thighs shake with orgasm and her eyes squeeze shut tight against the overpowering sensation of humiliating public climax. She bit her cheek hard and clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans.

At the last second, Kelsey turned and grabbed Kissy's pink water bottle, thrusting it beneath Bass's dick just as she began spurting, his hot, gooey seed landing with heavy plops into the thick liquid at the bottom. She was red-faced and breathing heavily, and in that moment of jerking the cum out of his cock, she finally looked up into Bass's eyes.

What she saw there frightened her almost as much as his cock. A spark of interest burned there, as well as a certain possessiveness that turned Kelsey's stomach almost as much as it intrigued her. He withdrew his fingers from between her thighs as the last few drops of his cum joined the slurry... and raised his shiny fingers to Kelsey's lips. Another silent, dominant command to disgrace herself for the crowd.

Kelsey knew that she should refuse. That obeying the wordless command to clean her juices off his fingers would send the wrong message. A dangerous message in fact. But she couldn't help herself. She had never been brave, and when she stared wide-eyed up into Bass's masculine, dominant glare, she felt like a mouse hypnotized by a snake. She opened her lips and allowed Bass's fingers inside, running her tongue over the rough digits while her hand still compulsively gripped his massive, softening cock.

The smile that spread across Bass's face was disturbing. He reached over and picked up one of the discarded sharpies used to write on Kissy and uncapped it. Kelsey held back a whimper as he scrawled his phone number across her tits, with the message "Call Me." underlined with a thick black line. It didn't feel like an invitation. It was a command.

Then, with one last leering grin, Bass turned and lumbered off to retrieve his pants. Kelsey sighed in relief. Well, that was the most horrible, erotic experience of her young life. Hopefully, she could avoid Bass from now on... but based on the look in his eye at the end of her handjob, she worried that might be possible.

Kelsey was hoping she would be able to fade into the background, but Renee peeked through the door to the showers, snapping impatiently as another football player emerged from his turn with Kissy. Apparently the initiation had resumed while Kelsey was distracted. Renee pointed at Kelsey, then the football player, then made a quick jerk-off motion with her hand. Kelsey's heart sank and her stomach twisted.

So that's what this was. She wasn't just a distraction for Bass. She was the nude jerk-off attendant at the slurry from now on. She opened her mouth to protest, but Renee fixed her with a murderous glare, raising one eyebrow. Kelsey gulped... then winced and wrapped her hand around another strange cock.

She never had been very brave.

...

Daren's cock felt like it was on fire. In the passenger seat, Gina gave him a smokey gaze, stroking and petting the bulge in his lap as he drove.

She would be lucky if she didn't cause an accident.

Daren had been a little worried about how the evening was going earlier, but things had certainly turned around in the second half of dinner. Gina had gone to the bathroom (for long enough that Daren had begun to worry that she was sick or something), but when she got back, she was all smiles and warm attentiveness, her previous distraction completely forgotten.

She laughed at her husband's jokes, leaned across the table to take his hand in hers, and drank most of the rest of the bottle of wine by herself. By the end of the meal, they were both in a warm, loving mood. Happy, laughing...

... And horny.

Daren wasn't sure he had ever seen his wife this forward... Giving him a rubjob over his pants while on the road was certainly out of character for her. Maybe this sexual aggression was something Victor had trained into her...

The thought of his dominant, masculine boss "training" his wife sent a lightning bolt of lust crackling through Daren and forced him to reach down and move Gina's hand off his lap. Fuck! Being in chastity for so long had really given him a hair-trigger, and the last thing he wanted to do was to cum in his pants before he could even get Gina into bed.

Why did thinking about Gina and Victor together turn him on so much? It was pathetic to get off to his wife fucking someone he hated. But being so pathetic only turned him on more.

Renee had really fucked him up...

Gina gave him a teasing, pouty glance as he pushed away her teasing hand, but a spark of amusement twinkled in her eyes. "Keeping your powder dry, huh hubby?" She purred with a wicked grin. "Maybe a good idea... because when I get you alone I'm going to wring you dry. You're all mine tonight." Some of the performative flirtiness dropped away, and her hand reached out again, this time not to his crotch, but to cup his cheek. "I missed you, Daren," she said softly. "I missed... us." Daren glanced over at his beautiful wife and realized once again how hard this whole thing had been for her. She looked guilty, which made sense. After all, she had been having sex with his boss. But in that moment, Daren saw how it could work between them. Victor hadn't won yet.

"Me too baby," he said with a smile, feeling a swell of confidence and self-esteem that he hadn't felt in months.

They barely made it in the front door of their house before they were all over each other. Daren's hands slipped down his wife's curvy hips, over the firm roundness of her ass. He felt filled with nervous adrenaline, his nerves jangling and his breaths fast and shaky. Renee's taunts about him being a virgin were obviously ridiculous, but right now he almost felt like one: anxious and horny and unsure how best to please the knockout who wanted to fuck him.

Gina's hands were tangled in his hair, her hot lips locked with his. Her hips pressed forward against his throbbing erection, her tongue teasing his with lithe swirling motions. She kissed him with heated, hungry passion.

With as much passion as she had kissed Victor?

The memory of the passionate, adulterous kiss she had given his suave black boss right in front of him lit up Daren's mind like a firework, sending another pulse of humiliated arousal through his body. Suddenly, against his will, his mind focused on the taste of his wife's mouth. Was the taste slightly different? Had Victor somehow spoiled her? Could he taste some kind of taint there? The dark, jealous lust rising in him suddenly made the light, grinding pressure of Gina's hips too much to bear. Daren shied away, scooting his hips backward to avoid the sensation.

Gina pulled away from the kiss, this time her eyes held a little confusion after being denied for a second time. But she visibly rallied, a teasing smile crossing her face. "Hmmm, so I have to earn it? Well... I can do that. C'mon Daren. Let's go to bed. Let me show you how much I want my man."

She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, putting on a show for him, her hips swaying enticingly. Daren hoped that Cassie was in bed at this point. Otherwise, she would see her mother as a woman in heat.

Daren really needed to get his head in the game. This night was about him and his wife and their relationship. His boss had wormed his way into so many aspects of their life, he couldn't let Victor invade his mind even during lovemaking with his wife.

As they entered the bedroom, Gina pranced a few steps ahead and turned with a soft smile and bedroom eyes, reaching behind her to unzip her cocktail dress. "I'm ready, Daren," she said in a heated whisper. "It's time to fuck your woman right." She slipped her dress down off her shoulders, letting it fall off her to the floor, revealing the lacey black lingerie she had worn for this special romantic evening.

And for one glorious moment, taking in his wife's gorgeous body, Daren had no trouble at all focusing on the moment and enjoying himself. With her petite frame, big round tits, and wide curvy hips, Gina was a total knockout. He was unbelievably lucky to have her as his wife.

Gina noted his starstruck expression with a warm smile, then unclasped her bra, tossing it aside to reveal the stiff, eager nipples topping her luscious breasts. Daren was practically drooling. He needed his cock inside this woman... his woman, right fucking now.

Then she hooked her thumbs through her panties and slowly slid them down her thick thighs...

And that was where Daren ran into trouble again. Gina's pussy... pink and glistening with arousal and still miraculously tight even as a mother... was bare. Totally hairless and smooth. He had noted the change before now obviously... even if they hadn't made love in a while, he still saw his wife change and get out of the shower occasionally. But tonight, in this heated moment of bonding and confusion over their twisted sexual corruption, it was a stark reminder of the control and dominance Victor had claimed over his wife.

Because Gina had always worn a well-groomed patch of dirty-blond pubic hair since they had first begun dating... right up until she had become involved with Victor a few months ago. Her puffy, dripping pussy might be wet and eager for her husband right now, but the reason it was hairless and silky-smooth was because that was how Victor liked it.

It immediately cast the entire sight of Gina's beautiful naked body in a sinister light. How many times had Victor gotten to enjoy this same sight? How many times had his huge black hands touched Gina's private places possessively? What parts of her sweet, curvy body had he rubbed his black cock all over, defiling it and claiming it for himself?

Daren tried desperately to keep Victor out of his mind, but his cock throbbed with dark heat as Gina's taunting words from the other day ran through his mind over and over... How she had fucked Victor all night long. Been stretched open by him. Moaned his name. Taken his cum all over her body. She had told Daren that Victor was better than him. And even though Victor had demanded she say those hurtful things, it hadn't sounded like a lie.

Correctly reading her husband's lust, but not noticing his disquiet, Gina turned with a coy wink and got on the bed, into doggy-style position facing away from her husband. He felt his heart hammering in his chest with twisted lust squirming deep in his belly as she tilted her hips and arched her back, presenting her flushed, dripping pussy to her husband, begging for penetration.

"Fuck me. I need you," she said in a low raspy voice, swaying her wide hips back and forth teasingly. "I need my man to fill me. To satisfy me. Come here, love. Make me feel like your woman."

Daren roughly pulled down his pants and boxers to his knees, stepping forward with his heart in his throat. How many times had his wife begged Victor in that same raspy, horny bedroom voice? Had she begged him harder? Was she just using dirty talk skills with him that Victor had taught her?

He already felt like he was on the edge of orgasm from his anxious cuckold arousal alone. He reached out and held his wife's wide, soft, lovely hips. But he could no longer just live in the moment. He couldn't stop imagining bigger darker hands holding her this same way, a thick monstrous python of a black dick approaching her wet willing pussy instead of his pale, shrimpy dicklette. Daren's cock twitched and throbbed in the air of the bedroom, leaking a steady stream of precum despite his lack of stimulation. He tried to take a deep breath and restrain himself. He no longer thought he would be able to last a long time, but he needed to make an effort. Cumming immediately as soon as he entered Gina would only diminish him in her eyes.

But then tragedy struck. As Daren held his wife's hips, psyching himself up to last as long as he could before he plunged into her pussy, she said the worst thing she possibly could. She was so caught up in the moment, horny and happy, that she didn't even seem to realize she had said it. That was the worst part... that the words came so naturally to her she didn't even notice her mistake.

"MMMMM yeah baby," moaned Gina, wriggling her hips, ready for his dick, "Fuck me. Fuck me, Victor."

Oh God. The crushing shame and twisted cuckold arousal roared through Daren, sending waves of pleasure through his cock, still hovering behind Gina's pussy. It wasn't just him... Gina was fantasizing about Victor as well. Daren and Gina's attempt to exclude Victor from their date night had failed miserably. He was already here, living in their heads, linked forever with their deepest sexual desires, contaminating every corner of their relationship.

It was too much for Daren's hair-trigger penis. With a jolt of shock and despair, he felt himself tip over the edge of climax. He tried to reach down and grip the base of his cock... anything that might stop the humiliating frictionless climax from overcoming him, but it was no use.

The only thing he managed to do was grip the head of his cock, squirting a thick, shameful load of pathetic jizz into his hand while his wife was reading and waiting for him just inches away.

Daren panicked, barely managing to hold back a groan as the last few squirts of his load filled his sweaty fist. This had been his one shot... his all-important chance to show Gina he could satisfy her sexually... to reforge his bond with her and show her was a viable alternative to Victor.

And he had jizzed in his hand before even penetrating her at all.

"Well," purred Gina, wiggling her hips again, her pussy dripping eager juices down her thighs. "What are you waiting for, big boy? I thought I told you to fuck me."

A bead of sweat rolled down Daren's face as he tried to think of some way to explain this to his wife. He probably only had seconds until she sensed something was up and turned around. He could feel his cock softening in his hand already.

Normally he was a once-in-a-night kind of guy. Maybe his long abstinence meant he could get hard again tonight? Maybe? Regardless, the cage would be going back on in the morning.

It looked like Daren would be the only one who was fucked tonight.

...

Cassie hung limply from the chains supporting her. Her legs felt like jelly. Streams of pussy juice mixed with saliva slid in little streams down her thighs. Her head buzzed with frustrated arousal. Every nerve in her body sang with that bone-deep, tingling, wretched need to orgasm. She felt stupid. Dulled by lust.

She needed to cum so fucking bad that nothing else seemed to matter.

She felt the hot breath of yet another cheerleader kneeling between her spread thighs. They must be taking turns now. How many people had eaten her out at this point? Twenty? More? With her senses and movement taken away, time had lost all meaning, smearing into a blur of endless stimulation and arousal.

Cassie whined with need and thrust her hips forward, greedy for more pleasure, hoping against hope that this was the time that the tongue and lips licking and sucking her desperately horny pussy would push her over the edge into the orgasm. She was so on edge that it wouldn't take that much.

But this time the mouth between her legs had barely even begun before it pulled away. Once again abandoning her just seconds before she could achieve release. Cassie nearly sobbed with frustration. Maybe she had been foolish to think she could challenge Renee. If the wicked temptress had planned to break Cassidy, she had succeeded. Cassie wasn't even focused on winning the initiation anymore. If it had been about that she would have used the safe word ages ago.

Now, the only reason she still hung there was that she was utterly, pathetically desperate to cum.

'Noooo, no please!" she moaned, humping her hips forward and straining against her restraints. "J-just a little more! I need it!"

Close by, Renee clicked her tongue, her warm, amused voice saying, "No, sorry babe. You're almost there! Just one more correct guess and you're a full cheerleader! Now which girl do you think just ate you out?"

"I don't give a fuck Renee!" whined Cassie, hanging her head in despair. "I just need to cum. Please. I just need to get off. When are you going to let me cum?"

Suddenly, Renee's warm palm slid over her shoulder as she got right up close, pressing her soft, pillowy lips directly to Cassie's ear. "You want the real answer Kissy?" she asked in a raspy, mocking whisper. "Never."

"Wh-what?" breathed Cassie, struggling with the mixed signals of arousal and despair her brain was sending her.

"I'm prepared to go all night with this. For hours and hours. Forcing you to ride the edge of orgasm until your brain melts out your ears."

"No," whimpered Cassie in horror and sexual terror, her mind reeling with the prospect.

"Yes," replied Renee smugly. "I'm going to go on you til your little bimbo mind breaks. So you can either say that safe word I gave you... or we can make a deal."

The words hovered on Cassie's tongue. Her safe word "Albatross"... Or other words. Words like "I surrender". Words that would lead her down a darker path.

Cassie knew where the safe word would lead... it would also be humiliating in it's own way to give up and go home a loser, and that way she wouldn't even get to cum. And Renee had prepared her well. Sexual submission had become her second nature. It was a foregone conclusion what she would choose.

"A... a deal?" whispered Cassie cautiously.

"It's simple," purred Renee, her breath warm and ticklish on Cassie's ear, "All you have to do is... compromise a little on the harsh little line you drew in the sand. I have such a great plan for how you can lose your v-card, Kissy. You have no idea."

Cassie shivered and moaned again, feeling the intense needy throb of her overstimulated nipples and pussy. That had been the very issue that had finally made her split from Renee... The idea that her "friend" would arrogantly plan such an important moment in Cassie's life was insulting and demeaning. Standing up to Renee and preserving her dignity had been a moment of pride and independence. Could she really give that up for a moment of sexual pleasure?

"Come on, Kissy..." whispered Renee, her voice warm, poisonous honey pouring into Cassie's ear. "Just give in on the one little thing. Then you go home a cheerleader, we can be friends again and stop this stupid public fight... and I'll give you the best fucking orgasm of your life."

Cassie was no longer sure she wanted to be a cheerleader, and being friends with Renee felt more dangerous than ever... she tried to hold back and resist. She tried to hold in her mind how good it had felt to finally resist and stand up for herself against Renee.

But a weak, desperate whisper inside her drowned out her inner strength. What choice do you have? Said the insidious little voice. Renee is so much stronger than you... If you try to resist, she won't let you cum... she'll keep you on the edge of release for hours until you give in. Much better to submit right now. It will be less humiliating that way. What else are you going to do? Whimper the safe word? Walk out of the locker room a public loser? That would be even worse!

There's only one choice that makes sense...

"Fine," said Cassie in a broken whisper, feeling the sting of defeat deep in her soul. The humiliation of losing to Renee once again made her sexual desperation roar even higher, eager for the chance to cum that Renee had teasingly dangled.

"Fine, what?" Asked Renee in a smug voice. "I need to hear you say it, Kissy."

"You can decide how I lose my virginity. Just... please let me cum," whimpered Cassie, her face flaming with a blush as she humiliatingly caved. This was supposed to be her moment of triumph. She had talked a big game and publicly confronted Renee. And all of those empty words had just made her eventual defeat that much more devastating.

Renee laughed, low and sweet in her ear. "Sure Kissy... what are friends for?" Then she turned Cassie's head and captured her lips in a deep, dirty kiss, slipping her tongue in to explore. Cassie parted her lips eagerly, allowing the intrusion with a swooning sense of submission, gently caressing Renee's dominant, thrusting tongue with her own. Being bound and blindfolded made the feeling ten times as intense, and Cassie's body felt like it was bursting with wet, shameful heat as she accepted the kiss from her victorious "best friend".

Renee's slim feminine hands flowed down her bound, naked body, pausing to palm and pinch her stiff, aching nipples, making Cassie whine with needy submissive lust against her lips.

Then Renee's lips left hers... and traveled downward, leaving a wet hot kiss right between Cassie's heaving tits... then on her soft feminine belly, leaving it squirming with butterflies.... Then finally right on her smooth, hairless pubic area, just above her pussy, releasing another flood of liquid arousal through Cassie's veins.

She could feel Renee's hot breath on her sensitive, overstimulated pussy. Her breathing was coming so hard and fast that she could feel her tits bounce and wobble with each ragged gasp. Renee's plump, pillowy lips on her pussy... she needed it so fucking bad that it almost made her humiliating public defeat worth it for this one mind-meltingly erotic moment.

"Fuck, please! Please fucking eat me out Renee, Oh God!" mumbled Cassie, fast and low and desperate, her voice now just a breathy whine. Her hips bucked forward into the air, her pussy leaking and clenching around nothing. Renee's hands had slipped down to rest on her trembling thighs.

Every sensation seared into Cassie's nerves with her sight gone. She felt Renee's hands tense on her thighs, felt her breath get closer... closer... moving with teasing slowness.

And then it was finally happening. Cassie let out a low animal moan as Renee's perfect lips made contact with her pussy, pressing slowly but firmly into her overheated flesh. It was too much; Cassie had been riding the razor's edge of orgasm for over an hour. When Renee's wicked tongue slid between both pairs of connected lips, Cassie orgasmed.

As Renee's tongue slid upward, finding Cassie's sweet clit and circling it with precise focus, Cassie enjoyed the deepest, most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Her back arched powerfully, her legs shook so badly they could no longer support her weight, forcing her to hang limply from the chains. Her toes curled and desperate, breathy moans poured from her throat as her hips writhed wantonly forward into the mouth of her best friend. Her worst enemy. The young woman, who, at this moment, owned her, body and soul.

It wasn't just the physical sensation, although that was deeply satisfying as well... it was the submission. The kinky circumstances of defeat and public disgrace that Renee had effortlessly manipulated her into.

Cassie knew the other cheerleaders were watching, likely burning this slutty, pathetic image into their brains forever. They might never respect Cassie again after they had seen her total sexual defeat. But right now Cassie couldn't care about that.

She rubbed her fluttering pussy against her conqueror's face and lost herself in the pleasure of defeat, moaning out her extasy for the entire cheerleading squad to hear as she came... and came... and came.

...

Renee shot a glance around the shower room at the crowd of watching spectators as Kissy treated them all to a little solo concert of slutty moans.

All it would take was one of the football players to burst into laughter for the whole game to be spoiled... yes, Kissy had given in and submitted... for now at least. But she would still probably balk if she realized just how public this initiation had been.

Or how public it was going to be...

Melissa faithfully maintained camerawoman duties, zooming in on the action as Renee continued to tongue-lash Kissy's sensitive clit. A few other rotating girls filmed from other angles as well, capturing shots they could cut to in the edited final product. Perfect. Soon the entire school... or the seniors who coughed up the cash at least, would be able to see firsthand what happened to stupid bimbo sluts who thought they could give Renee lip.

"Renee!" moaned Cassie in a breathy, worshipful voice. "More... keep going... please. Please eat my pussy."

Renee smiled and considered granting her little sub her wish... But really this charade had gone on too long. It was time to wrap this up.

After all, there was one last part of the initiation, wasn't there?

Renee withdrew from between Kissy's trembling thighs, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. "You guessed right!" she said cheerfully, clapping her hands in mocking celebration. "And that's three! You won Kissy! You're almost a cheerleader!"

Kissy seemed stunned, her smarty-pants brain utterly fried by her slutty public orgasm. It was a state Renee planned to see her in more often... if not permanently. "I... won?" She said slowly. "I'm a cheerleader?"

"Almost!" confirmed Renee with a wicked grin, rising to her feet. "But there was one other last formality... The last part of the initiation, remember?" A few of the cheerleaders around the room held hands over their mouths, desperately trying to hold back laughs. The football players just looked horny. This next part was what had sold them on this experience after all: it wasn't like they were all huge fans of eating pussy.

"Hold on just one second, Girly," said Renee teasingly, patting Kissy's blushing cheek condescendingly. "I'll be right back with your last task."

Renee bustled into the changing area to find another highly amusing sight. That little cowardly slut Kelsey stood over Kissy's pink water bottle, her eyes hazy with submissive lust and a cock in both hands.

The slim little beauty's nipples were hard as diamonds, and hot juices were leaking down her shapely thighs as her hands pumped up and down the thick cocks of the burly football players flanking her. Splatters and flecks of semen covered her hands and thighs from poorly aimed cumshots. Well well well, thought Renee to herself, It looks like poor little Kelsey had more in common with her bestie than she thought. They were both submissive bisexual sluts!.

Renee waved a hand and gestured Kesley away from the bottle she had been dutifully helping to fill. Renee raised her eyebrows as she looked inside. The level was a lot higher than she expected. It seemed that some of the football players had skipped the cunt munching entirely and went for multiple rounds with Kelsey's increasingly-expert hands. A cruel smile crossed Renee's face and she swirled the bottle, mixing the thick, cummy sludge filling it to the halfway mark.

It was a good thing little Kissy had never tasted cum before, because any other experienced slut would know what this was instantly. The slurry was over half jizz at this point.

Renee glanced over at Kelsey, who, despite her task being finished, was still jacking the two sneering football players in a horny daze. As she watched, one of the players came, covering Kelsey's hand in a few squirts of watery cum. This must have been this particular player's third or fourth round.

On a whim, Renee strode up and gripped Kelsey's hair, pulling her toward the locker room with the disgusting bottle of slurry in her other hand. Kelsey's defeat and corruption had been almost as great as Kissy's today, and Renee thought it would be appropriate for her to share in the "reward".

As Renee reentered the shower room, her eyes stuck on Kissy once again, and she felt a thrill of arousal and triumph.

Kissy looked like the textbook definition of what she had become: a conquered bimbo slut. Renee had gotten exactly what she wanted. Just as it should be. Kissy hung limply from the wrist restraints, her body still flushed and trembling with arousal even after her long-delayed orgasm. Her body was covered with demeaning phrases written in stark permanent marker, blurred just a little by the fine sheen of glistening sweat covering her.

Time to end this.

Renee slung Kelsey down to Kissy's feet and pointed insistently at Kissy's dripping pussy. Renee really was too kind, She knew that Kelsey, the pervy little closeted bisexual that she was, had been thirsty for her bestie's pussy juice all day long. Just as Renee suspected, Kelsey's green eyes grew wide... but she didn't refuse or back away. Instead, she tentatively moved forward... gently kissing her friend's pussy and making Kissy flinch in shock.

"Wh-what?" gasped Kissy, her body writhing in shock at the unexpected sensation, "Renee, I thought you said that the task was over!"

"It is," said Renee with a chuckle, motioning Mel to get a close-up of Kelsey's expression of dopey delight as she buried her face into her best friend's juicy cunt. "Consider this a reward."

"B-but," whined Kissy in a breathy voice... but she didn't sound too upset, and based on her moans, she was beginning to enjoy Kelsey's enthusiastic service.

"No more words, Kissy," said Renee firmly. "Open that mouth baby bird style. Here comes your reward for being such a good little cheerleader today."

The crowd huddled closer with breathless anticipation as Kissy obeyed, opening her mouth wide with her tongue stuck out, turning her face upward for the slurry. Multiple cameras rolled from different angles as Renee held up the pink bottle and tipped it slowly, letting its thick, sloppy payload creep toward the bottle's rim.

The stream of thick goo that emerged was multicolored from the various add-ins the cheerleaders had poured in, but it was over half football player cum. It hit Kissy square on the tongue, delivering the fledgling slut her second-ever taste of semen.

She closed her mouth in shock for a second, letting the drizzling stream pour over her face and drip down to her heaving tits, streaking down over her stiff nipples and dripping down her flat belly. After a quick gulp to clear her mouth, however, Kissy reopened her lips gamely, determined to fulfill the last part of the initiation now that she was so close.

The cheerleaders were unable to hold back their giggles now as video captured Kissy's first ever bukkake forever in HD. Renee tilted the pink bottle further, watching with glee as Kissy's open mouth grew fuller and fuller, her tongue covered in the pearly slime.

Below, the extra spilled sperm traced down Kissy's body. Kelsey's eyes widened as the trails of filthy cum slipped downward, closer and closer to her mouth, still busy licking and sucking between Kissy's thighs. She could have pulled away... but instead, she kept going even as the foul slurry flowed down, mixed and flavoring Kissy's pussy with the fruits of Kelsey's slutty labor.

Finally, Kissy's mouth was utterly full, brimming with the sticky sperm of all the seniors on the football team. Renee smiled widely and said, "Go on now, Kissy Swallowes. Time to live up to your name."

And Kissy did. Like a trooper, she swallowed the football team's cum down in two big, thick gulps, shuddering at the disgusting texture and taste. Beneath her, her best friend noisily slurped at her pussy, where the leftovers that ran down her body had pooled.

A perfect slutty climax to Kissy Swallowes' first amateur porno.

Renee clapped her hands sharply. "Ok girls," she said performatively, "Show's over. Leave Kissy and I here so she can clean up a little, and be ready to welcome your new squadmate tomorrow."

The cheerleaders obeyed her command to fuck off, as did the football players, swiftly and silently. The footage was stopped. Pants went back on. Kelsey and Peter trailed out, Kesley looking stunned and horny, Peter almost hollow.

Renee and Kissy were left alone. Renee reached up and removed the blindfold. The look in Kissy's eyes was priceless. Renee saw defeat and shame there... but even better were the submission and longing lurking in her beautiful blue eyes. She dropped her gaze after just one plaintive look, unable to bear the humiliation of the moment.

Renee reached over and turned on the two shower heads that Kissy hung from, directing both heads toward her to wash her with a warm spray of water.

"What...?" Said Kissy, her voice cracking a little. She cleared her throat and began again. "What was even in that... stuff?" She burped, sending a fresh waft of cum scent into the stuffy air of the showers.

Renee kept her face neutral as she began running her hands almost lovingly over Kissy's body, rinsing away her sweat and the sticky trails of cum. Kissy probably should have questioned why Renee was cleaning her instead of just releasing her to do it herself, but she was in such a submissive mindset by this point that she didn't even remark on it, meekly submitting to Renee's rubbing hands.

"Mostly thick water," lied Renee lightly, running her hands over Kissy's pussy to wash away the saliva and juices, making Kissy shiver from the intense sensation. "Ever heard of it? They make it for people with issues swallowing thin liquids. Disgusting consistency. That's why the girls add it: they want to make it as gross as possible."

"It worked," said Kissy sullenly, burping again with a wince. For a moment there was silence, with only the sound of the trickling and splattering water.

Finally Kissy spoke up again.

"Renee... what's the... I mean, what's the... you know... p-plan?"

Renee couldn't keep a smile off her lips this time. She ran her hands up and down Kissy's thick thighs, her mind crowding with wicked fantasies for all the fun things she had in store for Kissy. "Sorry, babe," she said with a giggle. "I don't want to spoil the surprise. We need your first time to be special, don't we?"

Kissy was silent again, but Renee could sense her arousal and dread at being under her thumb once again.

"Umm, Renee?" said Kissy in a timid voice, "You said that these markers were washable, right...?"

Renee bit her lip hard to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Oh dear... It looks like maybe Mel screwed up when fetching the markers. Sorry, Kissy!"

...

The Next Day

Desirae Fontaine put her big black SUV into park, picked up her pug, Princess, and made her way into her large suburban Mcmansion.

No matter how much she complained to the other housewives about her good-for-nothing sack-of-shit husband, Charlie, she really did have it made.

Thanks to the high-level position Charlie had gotten doing shady work for some hunky black guy, Desirae had been able to quit working and live the life she had always dreamed of: sitting around the house watching her favorite reality TV shows, gossiping and making drama with the other women in the suburb, and exercising to keep her body tight and impressive for the young pool boys she hired on a rotating basis. After all, she was well aware that Charlie wasn't Mr. Faithful, so why should she remain chaste?

She was a little annoyed on the way into the house to see that Melissa's car was in the driveway. Desirae and her daughter didn't always see eye to eye, to put it mildly. Desirae had gotten pregnant during her senior year of high school and hadn't slipped easily into motherhood. In fact, there had even been a sort of twisted rivalry between her and her daughter since Melissa had turned 18. She could swear that the little skank was trying to seduce the latest pool boy before Desirae had the chance.

Her mood wasn't improved as she entered the house and saw that not only was Mel sitting at the kitchen bar brazenly drinking a frozen margarita... But her friend Renee was over as well.

Renee made Desirae a little nervous. She was Charlie's boss' daughter, so obviously she couldn't object to the friendship, but there was something... dangerous in the girl's lovely brown eyes that put Desirae on edge... not to mention the fact that cheer captains brought up bad memories for her.

But she had to play nice. Desirae set Princess down carefully and straightened with a false smile. "Hi, girls! So good to see you, Renee! You hardly ever come over anymore!"

Melissa and Renee exchanged glances that Desirae didn't particularly like, then Renee turned her dangerous brown eyes to her friend's mom. "Actually... I'm hear to talk with you today, Mrs. Fontaine."

Alarm bells sounded in Desirae's mind, but carefully kept the reaction off her face. She was willing to play nice to further her husband's career, but she had no desire to get more involved with Renee than she absolutely had to. "Oh really?" she asked cautiously, moving to pour herself a margarita from the machine. "Why is that exactly?"

"Well, we're looking for a new coach for our cheerleading squad. Our old coach Ms. Chambers hasn't really been up to the task," explained Renee smoothly, her brown eyes pleading. "Mel told me that you were a cheer captain in high school. We were hoping you might be able to help out."

"Ahhhhhh," said Desirae, taking a long sip of the margarita. She made a little face; Melissa had used too much tequila. "Well I'm flattered you would ask girls, but I'm afraid that I just don't think I'm cut out for the job. Besides, I'm far too busy!"

Melissa snorted and rolled her eyes, mumbling something about "busy with the poolboy", and Desirae was about to snipe back at her when Renee laid a hand on both of their arms, her eyes flashing. The look of authority on the young girl's face brought Desirae to a halt.

"That's too bad..." said Renee. Her voice was sad, but her eyes still held a glint of steel. "So many of the girls could use your guidance... Like my friend Kissy for instance. I think you used to know her mother, by the way."

"Really?" asked Desirae, a little curious despite herself. "Who's this girl's mom?"

"Gina Harlowe," said Renee simply, a little smirk tugging up the corners of her mouth as she stared directly into Desirae's eyes, "nee Eriksson."

Desirae paused with her margarita partway to her lips, her eyes narrowing. Gina Eriksson. Gigi. The girl who had embarrassed her so badly back in high school that she never wanted to think about cheerleading again.

The daughter whose birthday math had always made Desirae feel a little suspicious. She turned the information over slowly and thoroughly.

"This Kissy..." she said slowly, "she needs a lot of guidance, huh?"

Renee nodded knowingly. "Lots. Personal, thorough, strict guidance."

As Melissa looked back and forth between Renee and Desirae with annoyed confusion, a wicked smile broke across her mother's face.

"Well then," said Desirae in a warm, purring tone, "How can I say 'no'?"