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Chelsea screamed loudly, as the leather whip slashed across one of her large, round breasts, leaving a livid red strip against the pale skin to mark its touch. What came out was a soft, miserable groan. A thick, leather panel gag was buckled tight across the young woman’s mouth. The straps encircled her head with crushing tightness. Underneath, Chelsea’s cheeks bulged slightly, betraying the wad of cloth that had been stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet.

A second later, another whip came down on her other breasts. The former cheerleader jumped, grunting in pain. Her breasts heaved, bouncing wildly, but the ropes binding her kept the young woman securely in place. Chelsea was sitting on a wooden bench, bolted to the floor of the dungeon. Her arms were lashed behind her back in a tight box-tie that circled her chest and squeezed her breasts in the tight coils of rope, forcing them to stick out for the whipping.

The cheerleader’s long, athletic legs were bound at the ankles and knees. A rope ran from her feet, underneath the bench and was tied off to the ropes on her arms. It was pulled tight, forcing Chelsea to bend backwards, thrusting her chest up.

A pair of young women, girls really, stood over Chelsea, on either side of her. They wore knee-high, black leather boots, black leather corsets laced tight and around their throats, high black leather collars. Apart from that, they were completely naked. Their hair, one blonde, the other black, were tied back in long ponytails that hung down near their pert, naked bottoms. The right cheek of each girl had been tattooed with a stylized rose. In their hands were short leather whips, which they were using to punish the sobbing captive’s naked breasts.

“Keep at it, my lovely slaves.” A woman said from nearby. She was in her mid-thirties, tall with striking good looks. Her black hair was tied back in a bun. The woman the slaves knew only as Mistress, had on a black leather dress, long leather gloves and boots. She was sitting in a throne, watching the punishment of her newest slave, or trying to. She kept getting distracted by what was going on between her legs…

Meghan knelt on the floor, between her Mistress’ legs. The older woman’s skirt had been hiked up to allow the slave access to her Mistress’ sex. The former cheerleader was enthusiastically working it with her lips and tongue, with success from the soft moans escaping the Mistress’ mouth.

Meghan was naked, save a collar around her neck. Her arms were tied behind her back with rope. A ballgag hung around her neck, over the collar. When she was finished with her job, it would go back in. The reason for the young woman’s efforts were a pair of metal intruders, lodged deep inside her. Wires trailed from between her legs. Two more wires extended from a pair of metal nipple clamps pinched tight on the young Asian girl’s small, pink nipples. They ran to the throne in front of her, eventually reaching a panel on one arm. A dial, to determine the power, a big red button, to punish the reluctant slave who wouldn’t service her Mistress…

Meghan heard Chelsea give another, muffled scream. She winced, sympathetically. Only a couple days ago, she’d been lashed to that bench alongside her fellow captive, being whipped. About a week ago, the two had both been bought at auction by the Mistress. She had seen the video the slavers had taken of the two of them, being forced to pleasure each other, and had bid until she won both girls. They’d shared an uncomfortable ride, strapped together, naked, inside a tiny padded crate with vibrators plugging both holes, to their Mistress’ dungeon.

Since then, the Mistress’ assisted by her other slaves, had worked to break both girls in, to train them to be obedient and submissive. Meghan had given in and submitted. Her bottom still hurt where the Mistress had had her mark tattooed on, marking the young woman as her property. Chelsea was still trying to resist however.

“Mmmppphhh!!!” Chelsea screamed in pain again, as one of the slave girls brought her whip down, the tip smacking the captive painfully across one nipple. The other girl aimed for the other nipple but missed. The blow still extracted another cry of pain from her target. Chelsea sobbed, brokenly, squirming against the ropes holding her down. It was only a matter of time before she gave in as well and joined Meghan in serving their new Mistress as obedient slaves…
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“Go Team Go!” Meredith cheered, waving her black and silver pompoms in the air. Her shoulder length, dark brown hair bounced to and fro as she danced on the field. Meredith had on a silver vest top, over a white shirt with long poofy sleeves and a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. The top was cut off at the waist, revealing her well-toned midriff. She wore pair of black shorts with a long silver cloth tied on as a belt. Knee-high white boots completed the ensemble. Around her, a dozen or so other members of the squad waved their pompoms in the air in time with her. Moving with precision and skill, the cheerleaders moved flawlessly through the rest of the drill.

The last cheer faded away to the sound of a single person clapping. “Good job, ladies. That was great!” the leader of the squad, a gorgeous dark haired woman named Julia said from the side lines where she was watching the others practice. “If you all keep performing at this level, this is going to be our best season ever!”

“Let’s just hope the team does as well as we do.” A thin blonde girl named Alice replied. “I’d hate for us to end the season too soon, just because the boys got eliminated too soon.”

“Here’s hoping.” Julia replied as the other giggled. “Alright girls, hit the showers!” As the squad filed past her towards the stadium’s locker room, she added, “Remember to be here tomorrow morning at 9 am for our appearance at Wilson Girls’ Academy!”

Meredith grinned. If there was anything she liked better than going to the games, it was making appearances at schools and public events, promoting the team along with one charitable cause or another. Performing in front of a crowd of awestruck kids was always a great experience.

In the locker room, the cheerleaders changed out of their uniforms, showered off and put on their regular clothes. As they did, the young women teased each other.

“Hey, check out the ink on Chelsea here!” Alice said, looking over at the woman next to her as she rinsed off. “Is that going to be featured in the next season’s calendar?”

“Hope not.” A slender Asian girl named Meghan added. “They’d need two whole months just to fit those huge tits of hers in!” Chelsea was easily the most well-endowed woman on the team.

“You’re just jealous.” Chelsea shot back, cupping her breasts. “Since your brother’s got bigger boobs then you do!”

“Hey Meredith!” A redheaded cheerleader named Samantha asked. “Want to hit the club tonight? Go Dancing?”

Meredith shook her head. “Sorry, I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner tonight. Maybe we’ll run into you girls while we’re out.”

“Is Tom gonna get lucky tonight?” Sam asked with a grin.

Meredith smiled back. This was her third date with Tom, a cute guy she’d met a couple months ago. “Maybe…if he’s on his best behavior tonight.” She told the other woman. “He needs to earn it first.” She pulled a sweater on over her shirt. ‘See you tomorrow!” The young woman left the locker room and stepped outside into the parking lot. She walked to her car, got in a drove away…

***  

“Come on, Dave. One more round. Why not?” the man at the table said, loudly. He took a long pull from his beer. The other men around him nodded in agreement.

Dave shook his head. “Can’t. I need to be in good shape tomorrow. Got a job.” The middle-aged man grinned. “I’m driving a bus load of cheerleaders to the next county over.”

“You liar, you are not!” One of the other men said.

“Yes I am!” Dave protested. “Got tapped to drive charter bus with a squad of NFL cheerleaders to a school for some public appearance, so I got to get home. Gotta get my beauty sleep, so I look good for those cheerleaders!” He stood, grinning, and slapped a hand to his beer gut, straining against the dirty shirt Dave was wearing. He turned and staggered across the bar towards the door. The man swore when he stepped outside into a blast of cold wind. It was dark out, the stars shining like tiny pinpricks in the cold, clear air.

Dave’s battered old pickup was parked at the far end of the unlit parking lot. He stumbled past the other cars, boots crunching against the gravel lot.

“David Glenn?” A voice spoke up from behind Dave.

“Yeah?” Dave slurred, turning slowly. A figure stood in the shadows. A hand rose, holding something. There was a sharp ‘crack!” and a flash of light flared up from the silenced pistol in the figure’s hand. Dave gave a sharp grunt of pain as something struck him in the chest. He sank to the ground, already dead…

***  

Meredith parked her car out in front of the stadium, early the next morning. She had a smile on her face as she got out of the car and walked towards the front of the large building. Already there were several other young women in their squad uniforms. There was a large charter bus parked nearby. The driver was standing out beside the vehicle, trying not to be obvious the way he was ogling the cheerleaders standing around, chatting with each other, nearby.

“Hey Meredith!” Samantha called, waving. She flashed a mischievous grin. “How did things go last night?”

“Great…just great!” Meredith replied. “And make of that what you will…” she thought grinning.

“Hurry up and get changed.” Julia told her. “We’ll be leaving in a little over ten minutes.”

Meredith nodded and hurried past the other cheerleaders into the locker room. There were a few other girls already in there, getting changed and touching up their makeup. As Meredith put on her uniform, a couple more girls came in.

“Ok girls! Onto the bus!” Julia ordered. As the other women filed onto the charter bus, she turned and spoke to the driver. “Do you know how to get to Wilson Girls’ Academy, Mr. Glenn?” She asked.

“huh…oh of course!” The driver replied, nodding.

Satisfied, Julia glanced around, making sure everyone else had boarded. She chided a few girls who ran out of the building a second later. “Hurry up and get seated!” She told them. “You’re lucky we didn’t leave you behind!” When she was satisfied the whole squad was present, she climbed up onto the bus and took her seat. The driver closed the doors and stepped on the gas. Slowly, the bus pulled away from the curb. He turned out onto the street and started driving.

Meredith took a seat and watched the city speed by as they drove. Slowly, the city spread out to suburbs and then gave way to farms and forests. Bored, the young woman pulled out her cellphone and began checking her Facebook.

The first clue that something was wrong came about half an hour later. The bus pulled off the main highway onto a smaller road. Up near the front of the bus, Julia stood up from her seat. “I don’t think this is the right way…um, excuse me, I think you took a wrong turn!” She stepped out into the aisle and began walking towards the driver.

Without warning, the driver abruptly braked. Julia stumbled over and the other cheerleaders were thrown forward in their seats. There was a hiss of hydraulics as he opened the bus doors.

“What the f-ck!” Julia said, angrily. “What the hell are you doing!?! I’ll get your license revoked for this!” She struggled back to her feet. Just then, a trio of men dressed in all black rushed onto the bus, pistols in hand. The driver turned as well, a gun drawn. He pointed it at the young woman.

“oh my god!” she stammered. A few of the cheerleaders nearby screamed. Their panic quickly spread back through the bus to the rest of the women. “What’s going on!?!” Julia asked, stunned.

“Shut up, bitch!” one of the men said. “We’re taking over the bus!” he called out to everyone on the bus, his stern voice cutting through the screams and confused babble of the frightened cheerleaders. “Listen up! Everyone just remain calm! Do what we tell you and you won’t be hurt!”

“Hey! Hey! Drop the phone!” Another man shouted suddenly. He stormed down the aisle, shoving the few women who had gotten to their feet roughly back into the seats, to where Alice was sitting a few seats down from Meredith. The young woman squealed in terror as he yanked her phone out of her hand. His other hand pressed his gun to her head. “You’re gonna pay for that, bitch!” the hijacker snarled. Alice shrank in her seat, sobbing in terror. “Same goes for anyone else we catch trying to call for help!”

The first man stepped forward and grabbed Julia. He pulled a small, plastic bag from a pocket on his fatigues. “I want you to go down the aisle and collect every ones’ phones. Make sure you get them all. If we find a phone on any of you sluts, both of you will regret it!”

Trembling with fear, Julia did as she was instructed. “Please…just do what they say.” She told the other girls, trying to calm them down and not show how scared she was as well. “I’m sure we’ll get through this alright…somehow.” When she reached Meredith, the younger woman numbly dropped her phone in the bag with the others, too scared to think of trying to hide it and call the police later. She exchanged glances across the aisle with Samantha. What was going on? She wondered. Were they going to be held for a ransom from the team’s owners?

The lead hijacker grabbed the bag of phones away from Julia when she reached the end of the bus and came back. The others meanwhile produced from their pockets, handfuls of white, plastic zip-ties and a roll of silver duct tape.

“Turn around! Hands behind your backs, palm to palm!” One of them ordered the cheerleaders in the seat closest to him. The frightened girls had no choice but to comply as their hands were secured. Strips of tape were slapped over their mouths, to keep them quiet. Slowly, the hijackers made their way down the aisle, doing the same with the rest of the squad.

When the last girl was secured, the false bus driver started the vehicle up again. He began driving down the road again, while the other men patrolled the aisle, guns still drawn, to discourage any thoughts of escape from the terrified women.

Meredith didn’t know how long they kept driving. The bus stuck to the narrow back roads that were devoid of traffic. A few houses, here and there, went past, gradually disappearing as they headed further out into the countryside, leaving all signs of habitation behind them.

How long would it take, Meredith wondered, before someone noticed they hadn’t arrived at their event. How long before a search for them began? How long before it would be too late for them? The answers to the questions that came to mind made Meredith trembling in fright.

The route they drove down took so many twists and turns, it was a shock when they finally came to a halt at the end of a dirt road, thick trees lining either side, leaving only a few feet of space around the bus. The driver opened the doors and the other hijackers began dragging squealing captives out of their seats, shoving them towards the exits.

“Come on, sluts! Get moving! All of you bitches off the bus now!” One of the men shouted.

Meredith whimpered through the tape sealing her lips shut as she stumbled towards the front of the bus and out the door. Other cheerleaders were both ahead of her and hurrying along behind the young woman.

As the young woman stepped out of the bus and onto a soft carpet of dried pine needles, she was instantly seized by another burly man, dressed in the same black uniform as the hijackers on the bus. He half-led, half dragged the squirming captive down a narrow path cut in the thick trees, away from the road. Another man stepped forward to grab the next sobbing cheerleader as she was forced from the bus.

Nested amongst the trees, almost hidden from view, was what could only be described as a bunker. The thick walls and roof of the concrete structure were daubed with brown and green blotches of paint, to make it harder to spot amongst the forest. A metal door stood open and it was through this Meredith was dragged. She found herself in a small antechamber. There were three other cheerleaders, standing in a small, frightened huddle, fighting back tears. Between them and the men guarding them, the small room was packed full.

At the far end of the room, opposite the door to the bunker, was another set of metal doors. A moment after Meredith was brought in, they opened to reveal a large freight elevator. The captive cheerleaders were herded into it. Two of the men joined them inside, while the others left. They returned a moment later with three more young women who were forced onto the lift.

The doors of the elevator closed. The captives could feel themselves descending down, underground. After a minute, the doors opened again and their captors pushed them forward. They were in a narrow corridor of concrete, dimly lit by naked lights every fifty feet or so. Metal hatches were spread along the hallway on either side, leading deeper into the underground base.

The women were led through one of the closer doors. It opened into a large room, twenty yards wide and forty long. One of the long walls was fitted with metal restraints, spaced out. A few of them were already occupied by other members of the squad. The poor girls stood against the walls, hands chained over their heads, legs locked as well.

The newcomers were marched past the captives to the unoccupied shackles further down the wall. One of the kidnappers pulled out a pocket knife. He cut the zip-tie binding Meredith’s wrists. Before she could enjoy her brief freedom, the young woman was seized by two of the men. They dragged her to the wall and raised her hands above her head. She whimpered into her gag as the metal cuffs were snapped closed around her wrists, trapping them there. Her legs were locked into similar restraints. Meredith tugged feebly at the chains binding her, quickly realizing there was no way she could get free. She watched glumly as the other weeping girls were untied and chained up alongside her.

Without a word, the kidnappers left the room, leaving behind one man to guard the helpless prisoners. Over the next ten minutes or so, the rest of the squad was brought in and chained up. Meredith exchanged nervous glances with the other women as they stumbled past, wondering what was going to happen to them next.

When the last struggling girl was dragged to the wall and secured in place, the captives found out. One of the men produced a camera. Walking forward, he began snapping pictures of the captives, capturing their terrified expressions.

Meredith had been part of numerous photo shoots, before she’d made the squad and especially afterwards, doing promotional shots for the teams as well as the yearly bikini calendar. She’d always enjoyed the experience of posing for photographers, seeing herself, looking hot and gorgeous in the finished product.

This, she did not enjoy. The camera’s flash exploded in front of her eyes again and again, captured her helpless, chained up, gagged. She sobbed, turning her head away. As the photographer made his way down the line, the room was silent, save for the clicking of the shutter and the sobs of his subjects.

When the man reached the end of the line of captives, Meredith dared to hope that it was over. Her hopes were dashed a moment later when the photographer turned to the other men and spoke up. “Alright. Get their clothes off.”

A whimper of fear went up from the helpless women as the men advanced on them, cruel grins on their faces. Chained up, the captives were helpless as, piece by piece, their cheerleader uniforms were stripped away. “Be careful not to rip anything!” the photographer cautioned. “Their uniforms will add another ten thousand to the price!”

Meredith’s face flushed red as one of the kidnappers pulled her panties down her long legs. He unchained her legs, briefly, just long enough to remove her shorts and panties. She tried to kick at him, but the man easily grabbed her ankles and forced them back into the cuffs. He did the same thing with her arms, releasing them to remove her top and bra before rendering her helpless once more, now completely bare save for the tape gagging her.      
                 
The young woman cringed as the man leered down at her., his eyes running over her fit, naked body She tried to back away as he reached forward, but with the concrete wall at her back, she wasn’t going anywhere as he cupped one of her firm, round breasts in his hand. She grunted, miserably, as his other hand slid between her legs… All along the line, indignant squeals, muffled by their gags, rose from the cheerleaders as they were felt up.

The photographer shooed the men away from the captives. Reluctantly, they slunk back, still eyes the trembling, naked girls with eyes of hungry lust. Any relief the cheerleaders might have felt at this respite ended as the photographer started taking more pictures of the now completely naked women. He made no attempt to hide his focus on snapping close ups of the cheerleaders’ bare breasts and pussies.

As he finished making his way down the line a second time, a door opened and another man entered. He was dressed the same as the other men, but older, with hair going grey. Meredith guessed he must have been the man in charge of the slavers, from the way he gave orders to them.

“Alright, Smith. Get those photographs in the system, along with the pictures and statistics we got off the team’s website. That should attract some attention. The rest of you get these ladies to the cells and lock them up for tonight.”

“But boss!” One of the kidnappers protested. “What about our fun? You promised!”

“Yeah!” Another spoke up. “Besides, when are we gonna get another chance to do a squad of Pro Cheerleaders?” The cheerleaders in question sobbed, realizing what they were talking about.

“Fine.” The head kidnapper consented. He walked down the line. “Her…her…her…” he pointed to several of the chained up girls. The captives moaned in terror as they were picked to be the men’s ‘entertainment’ tonight. “her…” Meredith went pale as he stopped and pointed to her. She shook her head, grunting into her gag, but he ignored her, pointing to a couple more girls further down the line. “There. That should be enough for you lot to get your fun. Just put them in the cells with the rest when you’re done with them. And don’t over-do it! Don’t do anything that will hurt their price at the auction in the few days!”

Meredith was too frightened to ponder the full implications of his last, ominous statement. Numbly, she felt herself being unchained from the wall. As before, her freedom was short lived. She sobbed as her arms were twisted painfully behind her back and handcuffs snapped onto her wrists. She struggled but was swept up by the men holding her. Nearby, the other chosen girls struggled and screamed and sobbed as they were dragged out of the room. The rest of the cheerleaders whimpered, heads lowered as they shuffled out of the room, glumly herded by the slavers to the cages…

Meredith was half-marched, half-dragged out of the room into the hallway. Another girl was forced forward alongside her. Glancing over her shoulder, Meredith saw with horror it was Samantha! The two women moaned in terror at each other, looking at each other with expressions of horror, as the slavers led them down the hallway to another room. Meredith whimpered into her gag, seeing it was some sort of torture room! Spread out were various pieces of furniture, strange objects made of stout wooden beams, covered in leather padding and fitted with chains for securing people to them. In the center was a long bench, standing about waist high. It was padded at the top, with three sets of legs spaced along it. Rings were bolted to each leg, a couple inches off the ground. Attached to the rings were short chains, ending in metal shackles.

The captives discovered the purpose of the bench a moment later as they were dragged towards it. The helpless women were forced to bend over the bench. Their hands were freed and pulled down over the bench where they were locked into the built in shackles. Their legs were also cuffed. Meredith’s face turned red with shame as she realized, bent over, legs forced wide apart by the shackles, the two of them were completely exposed to the men…and easily accessible for what was coming next… She sobbed, struggling against the chains, but there was no escape as the men crowded around the helpless cheerleaders.

One of the slavers stepped in front of the girls and, ignoring their cries, ripped the tape gags off them. Before Meredith could try and beg, he forced something into her mouth. She realized it was a metal ring gag, wrapped in rubber. Leather straps were attached to either end. He buckled the gag on tight, behind her head. Samantha was given an identical gag.

The two cheerleaders trembled with fear as two of the slavers stepped up behind them. Meredith cringed, feeling the tip of the man’s cock brushing against the lips of her sex. Then, without warning, he slid into her. Meredith squealed as he pushed all the way inside. The man made no effort to make things easier for her, gave not a single thought to her pain as he forced himself deeper into her and started pumping rapidly. Samantha screamed as her first man slid into her snatch with equal brutality.

While the first two rapists continued pounding away at the girls, grunting loudly, two more stepped in front of the sobbing captives. As they unzipped their pants, Meredith suddenly realized what the gag in her mouth was designed for. She tried to turn her head away, but the man grabbed her by her hair and forced her to turn back. The young woman wretched as he slid his dick through the ring gag into her mouth. As with the other man, he simply started pumping away, ignoring her miserable grunts. Meredith struggled not to gag as the thick member slammed into the back of her throat again and again. Samantha sobbed as her mouth was used the same way.

After a few minutes, the two men raping Meredith both came within seconds of each other. They both grunted loudly, shooting their loads inside her. Meredith gagged as the hot mess filled her mouth. Her respite was short lived. One slaver took up position behind her, another in front of her. Without waiting, they slid into her and continued where the others had left off.

After another minute, the two working Samantha finished as well. They were just as quickly replaced. A dozen slavers watched nearby, waiting for their turns. The ones who had finished waited for the rest to go so they could take another turn raping the two cheerleaders. The two unfortunate victims would be kept at this for some time yet. Before the night was out, all of their holes would be used multiple times by the cruel slavers.

In the brief respite before the third pair of slavers had their way with her, Meredith briefly spared a thought for the other cheerleaders who had been picked to be the slavers’ entertainment. It would be the last coherent thought she had for some time…

***  

Chelsea and Meghan had been taken to another torture room, much like the room where Meredith and Sam’s gang rape was continuing. A crowd of slavers stood around the two jeering. But the two were preoccupied by their bondage to notice the men watching them.

The two cheerleaders had been put in stringent bondage with leather harnesses which bound their arms and legs and wrapped their chests. The two were strapped together, flipped so each girl had her face buried in the other’s crotch, then suspended a few feet off the ground by chains attached to finds fitted to the leather harnesses.

The captives had been ungagged. After some ’encouragement’ from the slavers, the two had gotten busy pleasuring each other with their mouths. Their naked asses were stripped red from all the ‘encouragement’.

“Keep it up, sluts!” One of the men taunted them. “Remember, the first one to bring her friend to orgasm gets to watch while the loser had to service all of us!” He waved his hands, indicating all the other slavers, each of whom was sporting a noticeable erection from the show their captives were putting on for them.

With that threat to motivate them, the cheerleaders redoubled their efforts, awkwardly pressing their lips and tongues into the other’s snatch, trying to bring her to climax first, while fighting the mounting arousal the other’s efforts were having on her.

Finally, Chelsea gave in. She gave a loud gasp, trembling from the sensation of climaxing. Meghan moan in relief, her jaw sore from the work. The slavers cheered. Chelsea sobbed as she was let down, knowing the price she’d now have to pay for that orgasm. Meghan was left hanging, upside down, with the addition of a ballgag and a large vibrator buried between her legs. She sobbed, watching as Chelsea was forced to her knees, a ring gag keeping her mouth open as a line formed in front of her. When she finished, the two would be strung up again for ‘Round Two’…

***  

“Smack!”

Julia grunted loudly through her gag in pain. The slaver standing behind her raised the leather wrapped wooden paddle up and bought it down on the young woman’s naked backside, eliciting another squeal from the helpless captive.

The cheerleader stood in the middle of the room. Her hands had been cuffed together behind her back and a hook slid through the short chain linking them together. Another chain ran from the hook to a winch, fixed to the ceiling. The chain had been winched up, forcing Julia in lean over, her arms pulled back into a tight, painful strappedo. This position left her completely helpless to whatever the slavers wanted.

“Mmmppphhh!!!” In front of Julia, Alice was chained up the same way, facing the former head of the Cheerleading squad. A slaver stood behind her. He leaned forward, groping her breasts as he rhythmically pumped into her. Julia sobbed, partly from the helplessness at watching what these cruel men were doing to one of the girls she’d been responsible for, and imagining what horrors the other captives were enduring, but also from the pain coming from her bottom. The slaver brought the paddle down again and again on her poor, tortured behind.

With a groan, the slaver raping Alice finished. The young woman slumped over, hanging limply from the chain as he slid out of her, satisfied. As he pulled his pants up, he turned to the other man. “How many was that?” he asked.

“27.” The other slaver replied, ignoring the whimpers from his victim. He unbuckled his belt. As he prepared to get started on Julia’s pert ass, the other returned to Alice. She tensed as the slaver raised the paddle up, then squealed as he brought it down hard on her round, tight bottom. Her cheeks were already red from the last round of the slavers’ sadistic ‘game’. Around the group, a number of other men were waiting for their chance to ‘play.’

As he swung the paddle again, the slaver started counting under his breath. “one…two…three…”

***  

The auction was going very well. Over a dozen buyers had arrived in person at the slavers’ facility to view the girls for sale. For each of them, there were half a dozen more who had logged into the encrypted server to take part online. The kidnapping of an entire NFL cheerleading squad had aroused considerable stir in the international slave owning community. This would be a highly profitable auction.

The cheerleaders had been set up for viewing in the long gallery, in two rows on either side of the lengthy, narrow hall. That morning, the women had been taken out of their cages and marched to a large bathroom. There, they had been allowed to shower off and apply makeup for the first time since their abduction. Their uniforms were given back, cleaned and pressed, so they could get dressed for the auction.

When they had finished, the cheerleaders were marched to the long gallery and secured for viewing. The restraints were the same for each girl: a thick metal pole was set in the concrete floor, roughly the height of the captives. From each pole, between four and eight jointed metal arms extended, ending in adjustable padded cuffs, securing the slaves’ ankles, wrists, elbows and upper legs.

The arms of the bondage frames had been adjusted, forcing the women secured to them into a number of cheerleading poses. Alice stood straight up, her legs pressed together, ankles cuffed, one hand on her hip, the other raised in the air. Pompoms, taken from the bus, had been duct taped to her hands. Clear tape covered her slips, sealing her mouth in a forced smile. Over the tape, her eyes, wide with terror, looked around the room fearfully as she squirmed against the frame holding her in place.

Samantha hung a few inches in the air, legs bent back, hands and pompoms raised high, as if in the middle of a leap. Across the hall from her, Meredith was frozen in the act of a high kick. In addition to the strain of the pose, she had to deal with the attention the bidders gave the thin layer of fabric that was all that covered the lips of her sex from their eyes as they walked past.

Fitted to the wall, beside every girl was a screen. One half of the screen showed the current bid for each girl. The other half showed a continuous loop of still photographs and short clips of the cheerleaders, both of the girls before their kidnapping, performing at games and after words, struggling in bondage. The most interest came from the video of the girls during their turns serving as the slavers’ ‘entertainment’.

Each evening, the head salver had selected half a dozen or more new girls from the squad to be used by his men, to keep any of the old ones from being too worn out. As a result, nearly every girl on the squad had been used by the slavers. A small foretaste of the future that awaited them now…

One of the men stopped to examine Meredith. Grinning, he reached forward to fondle her body. She whimpered through her gag as he stroked his fingers across her crotch, feeling up her sex through the thin fabric of her shorts. Locked up like she was, she could only squirm helpless as he fondled her body.

Satisfied, the man turned to the screen. Below it was a small keypad. He tapped a couple of numbers on it. A second later, on the screen, the current bid for Meredith changed. Above the new number, a timer reset. The numbers flashed a moment, then it began counting down again. If someone else posted a higher bid within time, it would reset again. If not, the last person to bid would win and Meredith would belong to them now…                        

Soon enough, the bidding for each girl closed. Their screens went dark, save for a single word in a large, red font: Sold.” The slavers released the salves from the frames and hustled them away, to be packaged for transport and delivered to their new owners…

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“The Game is about to start!” Steve called out. “Everyone get in here!” The middle-aged man sat in a large, padded leather recliner. It was set in the center of a large room, surrounded by other comfy chairs and couches. The front of the room was dominated by a large cabinet holding a huge entertainment system. The expensive plasma screen was currently showing a football stadium as the game was getting ready to begin. The other walls were filled with other cabinets. Behind the glass were sports memorabilia; jerseys, helmets, balls, pennants, photographs…many of them signed, all for the same team.

Opposite the TV, a set of double doors opened out of the room. The doors opened and the guests slowly made their way into the room. Following after them, slowly, were the newest additions to Steve’s collection…

Steve grinned. He’d been lucky enough to win two of the auctions. Paying for both of them had cost Steve a fortune, but he thought it was well worth the price. Meredith and Samantha were still dressed in their cheerleader uniforms…with some ‘modifications’. Leather cuffs, in the team’s colors, were wrapped around the young women’s wrists and ankles, locked with padlocks. Short chains connected the cuffs, restricting their movements. The slaves sported silver and black collars, engraved with their logo on the front. Custom ballgags, black and silver with the logo printed on the balls, kept the young women quiet. They shuffled into the room, as fast as the ankle fetters would allow, carrying trays filled with drinks and snacks for the guests.

“Joseph, get them ready.” Steve ordered. A burly man in a suit had followed the two slaves into the room. He walked over to them, producing a ring of keys. The girls held their hands up, allowing him to unlock the cuffs. He bent over and uncuffed their feet. The ballgags stayed on though. Steve was of the opinion his slaves should stay quiet and gagged…when they weren’t using their mouths for more important things, of course.

The collars remained locked on as well. Built into the collars were remote controlled electrodes which could be activated by the press of a button on one of the small remotes Steve and Joseph kept on them. Even without their restraints, the slaves had to obey.

Meredith and Samantha set down their trays on a nearby table. Meanwhile, Joseph opened a cabinet and pulled out two pairs of bondage gloves. The thick rubber gloves slid over the girls’ hands, wrapping their fingers into helpless balls. Built in wrist cuffs kept the gloves from coming off. These gloves had been modified. Silver and black pompoms were attached to the ends of the rubber balls. The two cheerleaders obediently held their hands up, so the older man could slid the gloves over their fingers and lock them on.

Thus equipped, the former cheerleaders took positions on either side of the screen. The game was about to begin. The two stiffened in shock as, on screen, a group of women suddenly appeared on the field, wearing matching uniforms to the ones they were wearing…

“Tonight…” The announcer said, “the new cheerleading squad is taking the field after weeks of hard practice. The team had to find and train these new young ladies after the old squad and their bus mysteriously vanished while en route to a public event. Police say they still have no leads on the case…” the laughs from the guests drowned out the next few words. “…these hardworking girls are dedicating tonight’s performance to their missing squad members.”

As the team came onto the field, the replacement cheerleaders went into their routine, with a haphazard discipline that betrayed their inexperience. In the room, Meredith and Samantha also went into the same routine, to the delight of their ‘master’ and his guests.

“I think my two cheerleaders are better.” Steve declared. His guest nodded in agreement. Meredith and Samantha looked at each other, miserably.  

As the game began, Joseph removed the pompoms. The shackles went back on. Picking up their trays, they were kept busy serving refreshments to the guests. They would perform again at half-time and at the end of the game. The whole time, Meredith kept a worried eye on the score. How the team did would determine their fate following the game. If they lost, the two girls would suffer for it as their master worked off his frustration on them in his hidden dungeon. On the other hand, Meredith thought to herself, their punishment was hardly worse than helping him ‘celebrate’ after a victory. Either way, the two would suffer tonight. It was their lot in life now as slaves...
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:iconcaljedi1: recently did a couple of pictures for me, based on one of my stories:  Achast's Graduation Presents 1 by caljedi1 Achast's Graduation Presents 2 by caljedi1 Achast's Graduation Presents 3 by caljedi1
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Thanks so much for watching me! :D
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thanks for yet another fav... you flatter me!
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Wow, thank You a lot for three faves in one blow :D I'm glad You enjoyed the story, please, leave a comment from time to time ;)
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Thanks for sharing your stories with us. :w00t: I'll try and make sure to remember to leave comments in the future.
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Thankas for faving 'Remake'
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