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