The Cheerleader Roast – Part 2 of 4

The Cheerleader Roast

Story: #8
Copyright ©2004
Written: December 21 2004
A story By: KaosAngel
Proofed By: Ay-Wun
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Part 2 of 4 – Stacey’s Turn

Well I told you that Stacey was another story so here we are again, we last left you just after poor Jessica was spited and eaten by the football team. She is now just a pile of bones being used to pick the teams teeth as they belch aloud. Stacey, having heard the team talking about roasting her next, was starting to shake as she backed away slowly from James, the team’s quarterback.

Still on stage, while Stacey was backing away, James jumped at her trying to grab her as she turned quickly to run and triped over the Jessica 3000 still covered in Jessica’s blood. Now covered in blood Stacey jumped to her feet and took off running, only to be caught by one of James’s team mates, who grabbed both arms, while forcefully walking her back. James was now standing by the Jessica 3000, loading a new spit into the machine “Click, Click, Click”

Seeing the Jessica 3000 locked and loaded, ready to spit her, Stacey began to cry uncontrolably, begging James not to spit her. “Jessica’s had more then enough meat, why do you want me?” she asked, tears falling from her face, “Becuase I have always wanted to taste that sweet meat of yours!” he replied with a smile.

Stacey, standing next to the Jessica 3000, forcefully held by James, was now being forced to mount that deadly device. Stacey struggled, without much result, as James tight grip was not going to release her arms as her legs were straped into the machine. Releaseing one arm at a time, James continued to strap Stacey tight into Jessica’s hold. Fully restrained, James began whispering in to her ear, “You and Jessica do have something in common sweet meat, You both ride the same spit.” he said with a laugh.

Stacey then realized, the team only brought one spit pole with them. She would soon be impaled on the same spit that took Jessica’s life only a few hours ago. With her wrists, ankles, waist, and head all straped down, the only thing Stacey could do now was sit and wait for James to give the signal that will end her life. Still Kneeling beside the Jessica 3000 and the bound Stacey, James again started to whisper into Stacey’s ear “I’m feeling very hungry, after we finish roasting you, we will roast the other 5 members of your squad here tonight.