The Selection – Cheerleader Sally Ch 1: a Frankel story

The Selection – Cheerleader Sally Ch 1

Originally written by Frankel. No sex in this story is at all romantic or loving, and nor is it enjoyed at all by the women.

Like every other girl the day I turned 18 I began my three years of sexual submission.

Since the Great Male Uprising of 2056 every girl was forced to endure these years.

At school all we were taught was the submissive role of women. For most girls it worked and they reached the age of consent believing there was no other purpose for them in life than to cook and clean for men. Unfortunately, we were told nothing about sex. So the day we turned 18 we were in for a big surprise.

We were assigned submissive types of roles that men generally found appealing. Nurse, secretary, maid – all areas where our role was to serve a man, though God help anyone who expected their life to be saved by one of those nurses because they had no training.

According to our appearance we were assigned to certain fee paying men who would have all the women in our category to choose from. The better looking the more they paid to get access to our category.

At the end of three years we were either Selected by a man and joined his harem or were sent to the work farms to spend our lives in back breaking labour.

We had all received extensive education into the hell life on the work farms of the unwanted women. None of us knew what a harem was but we knew it had to be better than a work farm – I cannot describe even now just how scary a work farm is.

I was assigned to the most expensive category of Cheerleader. I had received years of training in being a cheerleader and knew hundreds of dance routines. I thought I was in this group because of my dancing. Now I know it was because of my large natural breasts, blonde hair and blue eyes. I have been told many times now that I have what men call a Fuck Me Face.

I was assigned to a major league football team where I was to not only provide half time entertainment but every service demanded by the people who paid the big bucks to the government. When I arrived at the stadium the very second I turned 18, I had no idea what those services were.

I had been implanted with a memory chip and barcode behind my ear. The idea was that when a man in my group swiped a pass behind my ear the chip in my head would beep twice. When I heard it I had to do whatever he said or it was off to the work farm.

I now know most of the players in my team had done a deal with their contract to be part of my group – or Red Group as it was known. Aside from them there were apparently around twenty million men subscribing to Red Group which contained around half a million women.

A ratio of 40 to 1. I would be busy.

At the stadium I was met by the cheerleader coach. He was about thirty years old and already slightly balding.

“I’m glad you are here early,” he said to me talking more to my tits than me. “The other girls are already here. There is a board meeting going on before the match this afternoon and the board has asked the girls to be present.”

I didn’t ask why. It was drilled into us from a very young age that women served only one purpose, to do whatever a man told us to do, and for the first time in my life I was about to find out what they really wanted.

The coach made me walk in front of him so he could check out my arse as I walked. I was in the only clothes I was ever allowed to wear for the next three years, my tight fitting cheerleader outfit. No bra or panties and the skirt was so short my arse was visible every time I bent over.

“Anybody fuck you yet?” he asked as I walked.

“Anybody what?” I asked innocently.

“Never mind,” he said.

“Christ,” I thought. “I really am in trouble. Men are asking if I’ve done things and I don’t even know the word.”

The coach directed me to the board room in the main grandstand. When we went in I found twelve male board members sitting around an oblong table in deep discussion. After a moment I noticed there were several cheerleaders already under the table, their heads bobbing up and down in the laps of board members.

“What are they doing?” I thought.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” said the coach. “This is Sally, our newest girl. She is Red Group and better yet today is her 18th birthday and she is untouched and has only been active for about twenty minutes. Who wants first go?”

Every board member, even the ones already with a girls head in their laps, stood up and dashed towards me, cards in hand.

This was the moment I had been dreading all my life and I knew what I did next could seal my fate. If I didn’t obey them I could be busted straight to a work farm as a defective model. It was virtually life and death.

I saw the erect penises of the men as they came towards me and had no idea what they were. They looked hard and scary.

The first guy to reach me was the one who had been sitting closest. He swiped the card behind my ear and I heard it beep twice.

For a moment I froze. I had no idea what he wanted from me as he stood staring at my body.

But suddenly my years of training kicked in and I found myself smiling and repeating the words I had been trained to say to my male masters.

“How can I serve you master?” I finally managed to say, the words that had been drilled into us at school.

“I love the new one’s,” he said pushing up my shirt to reveal my breasts. He rubbed his palms over them. “I bet I can break this one. She’ll be in tears and begging for a work farm soon.”

I continued to smile sweetly but inside I was terrified as he roughly played with my breasts.

I turned my eyes to the ground, watching his prick as it twitched in front of me. I was fascinated by it but also very scared.

“How can I serve you master?” I asked again.

He put both hands on my head and pushed down. My legs buckled beneath me and I fell to my knees.

“Take her in the mouth, Nigel,” a man called out. Several of the men formed a line behind him, clearly wanting to be next while others grabbed the cheerleaders beneath the table by the hair and forced them to their knees near me.

The other girls didn’t make a sound as their ears were swiped and they began to suck the cocks of the men.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girls were taking these revolting things all the way into their mouths.