Breaking the Cheerleader

Breaking the Cheerleader

Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school. There were drinks and dancing and…nothing.

“I must have blacked out…” she thought to herself, the throbbing pain in her head the start of what would surely be a bad hangover.

But then, if she blacked out, why couldn’t she move her arms? She tried to raise them, but there was a force keeping them down. She raised her head to investigate before realizing that she could see nothing in the darkness.

Jessica rested her head back, beginning to feel some discomfort across her entire body. “Hello?” She called out. “Can someone help me?”

After hearing no response, she yelled out again, “You better let me go!” Jessica took a couple seconds to struggle against her invisible restraints. “Just wait until the police hear about this!”

And, as if in response, she heard the unmistakable scrape of metal against metal. At once, the room was flooded with light from a rectangle on the right of her field of vision, causing Jessica to turn her head and cry out.

She began to blink her eyes rapidly as they adjusted to the light, turning her head to survey her bound form. Her heart sank as she saw think leather straps, eight in total, on her ankles, her thighs, her wrists, and her elbows, binding her to a hard metal table, completely naked. Her eyes continued, and she gasped as she noticed a shadowy figure of a man descending down the stairs.

“Hey! You!” She cried out in fear. “You better let me go! Just wait until my dad hears about this!”

The man reached the end of the stairs, and began to walk over to Jessica’s helpless form. The light from the doorway did little to illuminate his features, leaving his face shrouded in darkness. He laughed, a low menacing sound at her attempts to break free of the restraints.

“Please stop struggling,” he said in a deep, but reassuring voice. “If you follow my instructions and submit to what I will do to you, there is no need to cause you harm.”

Jessica’s eyes widened even further as the man spoke, and her voice began to tremble and her body began to shake. “I’m t-telling you! W-when someone finds out about this you’ll b-b-be arrested. If you j-just let me go now I promise I w-won’t say anything!”

He smiled, reaching out a hand and running his fingertips from Jessica’s hip to her breast. “Jessica, Jessica, Jessica,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. There’s no way I will let you escape.”

“W-what do you mean? A long time?”

The man moved around the room, and Jessica struggled to keep her eyes on him. “Yes. I have been watching you for a while.”

Just then, the man flicked a switch, and a light bulb on the ceiling above the metal table flickered to life. As he strode back to the table, something about him seemed…familiar.

Then Jessica knew. She had seen him at all the Warren High School basketball games that year. He always sat in the back, wearing jeans and a polo shirt, not looking wildly different from the other dads that showed up to watch their sons play. Many of her cheerleading friends had commented on him, mentioning his rugged physique and how they swore he would stare at them lustfully. She had always dismissed them as wanting to act out their own ‘silver fox’ fantasies.

But here he was. And the man began to smile at her. “Oh, so you did see me at all those games? I just knew since the first time that I laid eyes on you that I’d have to have you. I can see that you don’t understand how alluring you are, with your blue eyes, blond hair, perky breasts, and fantastic ass, jumping around in those skimpy uniforms. You, Jessica, are the embodiment of my every sexual fantasy. And I will make you mine.”

Jessica stared at the man in shock. Was he abducting her to Rape her just because she was a cheerleader? She began to cry and beg for her release.

The man just shook is head, smiling. “We don’t need any of that.”

From behind her the man left and grabbed a small item that he carried back to her helpless form. He raised it up, and asked her forcefully, “Do you know what this is?”

She saw a spherical shadow with two straps, though the finer details were cast in shadow by the light above her. Shaking her head no, Jessica continued, “Please j-just let me go!”

“This is a ball gag. It stops me from hearing your incessant whining and pleas for release. Because I guess you didn’t believe me the first time when I said that I am not letting you go.”

The man roughly forced the hard silicone ball between her teeth, tightening it behind her head. Jessica’s screams and whines of protest turned into moans and grunts. He smiled and walked around her naked and restrained form again.

“Much better. Now. I want you to listen to me and listen well.” He grabbed Jessica by the chin and forced her to stare into his unyielding brown eyes. “I am going to keep you here, and I am going to train you to be my little slave. I will have you begging to serve my every whim.”

He released her chin and began pacing around the room. “You will live down here in my basement until you learn that your proper place is here with me. I will lock you in every night. And, if you were to get outside, we are twenty minutes from the nearest town. Attempted escape will only bring you punishment.”

He walked back and leaned over, addressing Jessica directly. “I look forward to our future acquaintance.”

The man turned and left her restrained there, grunting against the ball gag in her mouth.

Jessica was left in darkness on the cool metal table, tears still running down her cheeks.

***

A loud scrape of metal against metal woke Jessica from her uneasy sleep. She turned, rising from her place on the dirty mattress in the corner to see the silhouette of the man slowly walking down the stairs. Jessica quickly rose to her feet and knelt in front of the stairs, eyes pointed downward. Anything to avoid another beating.

It was hard to keep track of time during her confinement in the basement. It had been…what, five days so far? She took comfort in the thought that people would be looking for her. And this creep would definitely get caught. It was just a matter of time.

Jessica saw two small pieces of green and white fabric fall tossed on the ground where she was kneeling. “Get up and dress yourself,” the man commanded.

Jessica rose, slowly putting on a replica of her old cheerleading uniform. It was green and white, the color of her old high school, with WHS emblazoned on the front. The outfit was split into two pieces. The top was ordered a size too small, forcing Jess’ breasts to nearly pop out of it. But the man loved seeing her struggle to put it on. The skirt was the same colors, but only consisted of the outer fabric. The rest was cut away to give him easier access to her pussy.

As she finished dressing, the man smiled. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She could already see the outline of his semi-erect cock in his pants. He took her by the hand and led her around the room. There were various pieces of bondage furniture placed all around. There was a small bench with a fucking machine placed behind it, a vertical metal X where Jessica had been restrained and teased for hours on end yesterday, a small metal cage where she had been forced to sleep her first nights here, and this strange looking chair. The chair had a large number of straps, similar to the metal table in the middle of the room. However, the angles could be changed so that Jessica’s legs would be wide open, exposing her pussy.

The man pointed at the char and commanded, “Get in.”

Jessica hesitated for a moment. But, still covered in bruises from her last savage beating, she reluctantly stepped forward and sat down in the chair. The man walked around her, securing the straps tightly, first to her waist and chest, then tying her hands behind the chair. Jessica could feel the straps tightened on her thighs and knees, leaving her almost completely immobile. She could struggle, sure, but she was restricted to mere centimeters of movement.

The man walked in front of the chair, grabbing a ball gag from the wall and admiring Jessica’s helpless form. “You look so pretty there. Helpless.”

As he spoke, the man moved closer, moving his hands up and down her body. They stayed a moment, roughly squeezing and pinching at her breasts, but soon the man stopped. He reached up, forcing Jessica’s mouth open, and placed the ball gag inside. He tightened the gag behind her head, leaving it firmly in place. Then, for the last piece, he placed the final strap from the bondage chair over her forehead, completely limiting her head movement and making it difficult to see what else was happening with her lower body.

The man left her immediate field of view, stepping off to grab some more Toys from the side of the room. He returned, placing them on a side table beside the bondage chair. Jessica heard the click of a metal lock, and suddenly her legs were free to pivot. The man forced her, by pushing and firm stares, to open them as wide as she could, completely exposing her pussy to whatever torments he had in store.