And now he had...he had somehow convinced Joanna Fellows to suck him off in front of a student.
Drugs. It must have been drugs. Right? Well, she wasn’t going to take any, by god!
Monica, horrified, stood up and starting walking out.
“I have to...I have to go!” she said loudly, panic tinging her voice.
“Wait a second,” he said, holding up Joanna’s hand, bent a little backwards. In it was a shiny gold watch. “You’ve got to watch this for a minute before you leave.”
“I don’t have to—”
Then an odd low humming sound began, and Monica couldn’t look away. Bliss poured out from the watch, and her brain turned turned off and her vile personality melted away.
* * * * *
“I’m sorry I’m late, everybody.”
Sweet eighteen year-old Valerie rushed through the double doors of the locker room, head down, not wanting to look at anybody. She hated being late. It embarrassed her terribly. Practice was supposed to start at ten thirty in the morning, but everyone was expected to be dressed and ready by ten for the Coach’s daily pep talk, which meant arriving around nine-thirty most of the time. Even so, most of the girls got there at eight or even earlier, warming up and watching videos. It was ten-twenty, and Valerie felt horrible.
“That’s all right,” every cheerleader said in unison. “We are all on time for service, all the time.”
Valerie wasn’t sure what to make of all those eighteen year-old lovelies chanting that sort of thing all at once. Certainly it was part of their job description to chant, but it seemed odd they would do it on her arrival. She also wasn’t sure to make of the fact that every girl was grouped up with at least one other teammate, often two, sitting down together and engaging in all kinds of licentious activities.
Each deliciously hot girl was in underwear. Many were kissing each other. Others had escalated well beyond kissing, into full-on tit-grabbing and pussy-stroking.
She watched the gorgeous slim redheaded Darla sit in the lap of busty Asian Cecilia, kissing her passionately, like her life depended on it. Then tall, amazonian Debbie tapped Darla on the shoulder.
“That’s good, babe,” said Debbie, her voice quiet and breathy, like she was afraid of disturbing someone nearby. “You really know how to use your tongue. But make sure you’re grinding properly. He’ll like it so much better if you’re paying attention to his big fat cock. Here,”
Darla slipped aside to let Debbie sit down on Cecilia, where Debbie ground her hot, wet snatch into Cecilia’s needy lap expertly. Darla, her eyes blank and almost lifeless, nodded thoughtfully.
“Oh yes,” Darla said, her voice also a hot, breathy moan. “I see now.”
Valerie would have left, then, like a normal person, except the whole scene had her horribly turned on. Her bisexuality was no secret to herself. If the entirety of the cheerleading locker room had collectively decided to give in to their hot lesbian desires at once, she was certainly in favor of it.
Although...why had they mentioned a “he?” Were they practicing for someone?
That would be pretty hot too. It was quite warm in the locker room, so all these young eighteen year-old beauties who were happily adoring each other’s tight, sexy bodies were beginning to be covered in sweat. Their bras and panties were all becoming casually see-through. Valerie certainly wanted to practice some kissing drills—maybe with that tart Monica who could never shut her evil trap—and so she began to strip down.
In her underwear, around all these other pantie-and-bra clad beauties, Valerie felt right at home. Surrounded by so many hot, young, athletic bodies, there was little to not be turned on by. All of the beauty and power of the school was concentrated right here in this very room, and each of these girls seemed compelled by something much greater than themselves.
She knew that she fit in with all the overwhelming volume of beauty in the small, sweaty room. Her blond hair was long and perfectly styled, her body lean, her breasts a considerable D cup that fit perfectly on her long frame, and her face was strikingly beautiful. She was gifted with plush, pink lips, bright green eyes, and wonderfully shaped cheekbones that made her face soft without seeming plump, and angled without seeming harsh.
She was not tall, though not short—romantically, she liked to think of herself as the perfect kissing height for her neighbor, Daniel, who she had had a terrible crush on for several years now.
That crush being denied and unsurfaced for so long, she had felt like she should at least explore her sexuality a little—she had no interest in other boys, who all seemed such bores when compared to Daniel, but other girls were free game as far as she was concerned.
So what was happening in the locker room right now excited her quite a bit. She looked from one kissing couple to another, hot strings of lust tugging at her pussy.
Still, she felt like she should get a little more information about what was happening.
Sitting on a bench near the water fountains were Angela and Lindsay, two lovely bleach blond babes who could have nearly been twins, locked lips happily, moaning into each and ever little lick and purr.
“Um, girls?”
No response.
“Are you...girlfriends, now? I’m really cool with that, but I’m just sort of...I mean, you’re being really open about it. Everyone is.”
“We’re doing kissing drills,” they cooed together, each gasping for breath. “Would you like to join us? Cheerleaders are required to be extra good at kissing, in case we are called to premium service.”
Valerie bit her lip, rather tempted. Kissing both Angela and Lindsay at the same time?
Um, yes please.
She licked her lips a little, running her hands along Angela’s big, perfect tits. Angela just moaned and stared up at her with the promise that if Valerie tried, there would be more moaning, more squeezing, and lots of hot, wet kissing.
Wow, wow. Oh wow.
Valerie wanted this. She wanted this almost as much as she wanted Daniel. She had been waiting for him to ask her out ever since becoming a dating age, after growing up with him living across the street. If there was anyone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, she knew automatically it was him.
She slid down one long leg into their joined lap, smiling. Their eyes were vacant and empty, but for these two, that was sort of par for the course.
She slid her lips forward into Lindsay’s face, pleasantly surprised at the hot, easy wetness that was waiting there for her. Valerie hadn’t kissed anyone before—saving herself for Daniel entirely.
As they kissed, Valerie mused in the back of her mind about how cool it was to be a cheerleader. Valerie wasn’t sure why exactly she had become a cheerleader. She did it, at first, to kind of throw it in their faces, all these stuck-up bitches thinking they ran the school.
For three long years, they had laughed at her, pushed her aside in hallways, or sneered at her as she got straight As in every class.
At the end of last year, after a particularly humiliating incident with a water bottle and the entire wrestling team, a lightning bolt of inspiration struck Valerie.
Why not become a cheerleader?
Why not become the best cheerleader?
She could do it for herself and for Daniel. Certainly, all those bitches had made his life hell while he was at school. Once she was the very best cheerleader, she would run them just how Monica did, and force them to apologize to him.
So, she spent all summer learning all she could about make up and fashion, knowing she had to look the part perfectly. Her blond hair, once an unkempt broken tangle of threads, was now flawless and shiny, like woven gold. By paying attention to her diet, her skin cleared up, her tummy flattened, and her eyes started to gain a luscious green luster that wasn’t there before.
Lindsay kissed her hard, harder, as Angela’s face moved down to Valerie’s perfect abs, licking the soft muscles there. At the local gym, over the summer, she had taken two gymnastics classes and th
ree other workout classes simultaneously. Her body became hard with sexy, luscious musculature.
And at the back of her mind, through all this work, she thought—maybe this will make Daniel finally notice me again.
They had drifted away when he made it to high school. One year older than her, he just got caught up too much in his studies—and he was even more distant once he made it to college. Even then, when they would hang out during his time at home, he seemed distant, like his mind was a million miles away.
So at the end of the summer, she had lost forty pounds and looked like a supermodel princess. She rather liked it. Lately, she had found herself really quite enjoying all the attention she was getting.
Boys gave her gifts. Other girls asked her opinion. Teachers didn’t mind if she stopped turning in work. It was wonderful what showing a little skin got her.
She especially enjoyed driving Monica nuts with her show of innocence about her own beauty. Girls like Monica only cared about status and beauty—it was fun to throw it in their faces every once in a while.
“Valerie,” said a breathy voice over the intercom. “You’re being called to service, dear.”
A long, jealous moan rose up from all the girls. Angela and Lindsay both stopped kissing her, retreating obediently.
“I’m so jealous,” said Angela.
“So very jealous,” said Lindsay. “You’ll get to be with him now.”
Just the thought of “him,” whoever it was, drove Angela and Lindsay to start kissing each other again once Valerie had stood up completely, their fingers diving into each other’s soaking cunts.
Valerie stopped by in front of the locker room mirror before popping into the office—her hair looked a bit tangled from Angela’s strokes, but still flirty and sexy. Her plain white t-shirt and panties did nothing to hide how excitingly young and hot her body was. Whoever was in charge here, he would be sure to want Valerie.
And she wanted him to.
Something incredibly arousing was happening here. She knew she could run away. She knew that every single girl here had been dominated somehow. She knew they were all the servants of some powerful force, forever destined to do as they said.
It was easy to see that. She had read dirty, hot stories on the internet. She had fingered her hot cunt to them again and again, imagining herself in this very situation.
Run?
As if. If she couldn’t have Daniel, at the very least, she could have some hot hunk totally mindfuck her. That sounded completely divine.
She walked into the office, completely unsurprised to see a make-shift throne formed out of six beautiful cheerleaders in a pyramid formation, just as they had been trained for so long. They were smiling and gasping in orgasmic bliss as they stacked on each other, just so happy to serve. The man on top of the hot, young throne was being serviced orally by Monica and her coach Joanna, each taking turns between sucking hard and lovingly and then kissing his thick balls.
Valerie drew in a shocked, perfectly excited breath.
It was Daniel. He was smiling wickedly down at her, though clearly trying to control the pleasure just her appearance gave him, on top of the sexy blowjob the two babes were delivering.
“Oh my god,” she murmured. “It’s you. You’ve taken control of all of them. You’ve...you’ve dominated each and every last woman here.”
“Yes,” he said, “ I have.”
She licked her lips, putting her hands in her face for a moment. This was all so much to take in.
“Daniel, that’s...that’s...that’s...”
“Evil? Despicable? Deplorable? Shameful?”
He looked almost ashamed as he said those words. And Valerie knew at that moment that, if there was one person in the world who Daniel would listen to, if there was one person in the world that he would stop all this because of, it was her.
Too bad for all those cheerleading cunts, then.
“That’s really fucking hot, Daniel.”
He seemed taken aback. “What?”
His grip on Joanna’s head tightened. She could sense already that he was hoping, desperately, for exactly the words that she was bursting with need to say. He used Joanna’s mouth like a wet hand, sliding her up and down his shaft intently as he listened to Valerie. Joanna’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
“Daniel, I’ve been wanting you to ask me out on a date for longer than I can remember. I’ve dreamt of you coming over to my house and busting down the door and holding me down, fucking my mouth until I can’t breath. I’ve fingered my cunt so much thinking about that, Daniel. And now you’re here telling me that you’ve enslaved all these snobby bitches to your will and you’ve saved me for last? Daniel...”
She rushed forward, pushing on top of the throne of girls and kissing him on the lips hungrily. Her thighs slid over the cooing faces of Joanna and Monica, her hand shoving Joanna down harder on Daniel’s cock. His breath caught.
“That’s the hottest, sexiest, dirtiest, most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard. I want you, Daniel,” she purred. “I want it, Master. I want you to dominate me.”
“Fucking...shit. Wow.”
She kissed him again, nodding intently. “Mmmmhmmm. I want you to be my Master. I want to help you take over more stupid cheerleading sluts to worship your hard, needy cock, sir. Please won’t you let me?”
“Y-yeah,” he nodded. He tugged her hair then, a test maybe. Valerie cried out happily. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re just a little fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My special little Valerieslave, ready to suck me off. You’ve needed to for so long, haven’t you?”
“I really have, Sir! I really, really have.”
Her voice was filled with whiny, hot need, so desperate to show him how much she cared. Open, hot lust poured out from his face, the most emotion she had ever seen from him. Clearly, it turned him on, knowing that she wanted this so bad.
Hoping to double his lust, she slid Joanna off of Daniel’s cock and then wrapped Monica’s hair around her hand, shoving the lovely teen’s mouth up and down her Daniel’s cock hard, harder, harder.
“You little fucking slut, you take Master’s cock.” Valerie had a big, satisfied smile on her face. “You take it like you deserve for being such a cunt.”
Monica could only moan out a happy affirmative, so very ecstatic to do as she was told. Valerie looked back up at Daniel with her big green eyes, covering him with a love-filled gaze.
“How does it work? The control?”
“This watch,” he said, holding up a big gold pocket watch. “It entrances someone for about however long I need, but I only get one shot. You press this button, here,” he pointed, “and whoever’s looking at the watch is your slave.”
She licked her lips helplessly, so turned on. The vehicle of the destiny she had always wanted just sitting there in the hands of the man she had always wanted to be with.
“Tell me to do it, Daniel,” she moaned, jacking his cock so hard with Monica’s gorgeous face. “Make me yours forever.”
He was about to open his mouth, and she kissed him to cut him off just for a moment.
“Wait,” she breathed. “I have a better idea. What if you put me under the second you came?”
“No,” he said. “I can’t do it. It’s limited to one use, like I said. Forever. And all these girls have been taken and used the watch already. You have to put yourself under.”
Another sizzling hot kiss, choking Monica’s throat on her new Master’s cock all the while. It was fun hearing the once-snotty bitch try to breath.
“Even better,” Valerie said, half-purr, half-growl.
Pushing Monica and Joanna aside, she laid out on the pyramid of hard, hot teenage bodies beneath her, each still squirming with ecstasy from being so close to their Master.
“Undress her, girls,” said Master Daniel.
Nodding with happy, lusty smiles on their faces, Joanna and Monica each ripped Valerie’s panties and sweaty white tee straight off. Right away, he
entered her, wrapping her legs around the back of his neck. Practically squatting down into her cunt, he drove into her harder and harder with his thick hard member. He was so big! She couldn’t believe what she had been missing out on for so very long.
“Fuck me, Master!” she moaned. “Fuck me harder, please harder!”
He did tenfold. Valerie was endlessly impressed at his stamina. Surely he had been fucking all morning long. He was so very virile. How lucky she was, to have a man who could fuck for so long and so hard, and had such an array of choices when she wasn’t enough for him!
Her hands dug into the hair of the girls underneath her, pushing and pulling their faces against each other. She didn’t care how hard she was tugging. They would take it. They didn’t have a choice. Soon, she wouldn’t have a choice.
God, that was so fucking hot!
“I’m gonna come, Valerie,” her darling Master moaned, his pumps increasing again in intensity.
All the slaves around them gasped with instant orgasm, each of them writhing underneath the two as their pussies exploded with bliss. It was like a window into the future. They were cumming because he was cumming. Soon, that would be her whole life—cumming at her Master Daniel’s pleasure. Oh god, yes! Yes, please let it be true!
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna...gonna come!”
She felt his hot, perfect release spurt inside of her waiting pussy, and for just a second, let herself enjoy that last bit of consciousness. Then she pressed the button on the watch, hearing its low, hypnotic thrumming, staring right into it. Her very last thoughts were washed away, just as all the others were, though probably Daniel would have rather liked them:
Bye bye, mind. I don’t need you anymore.
I’ve got my Master.
* * * * *
SlaveValerie adored SlaveMonica and SlaveJoanna. It was so hot how all three of them got to suck and kiss and lick Master’s big cock all at once. His dick was enormous, too big really for just one slave—they all knew this to be true. So SlaveValerie would suck on the head while SlaveMonica and SlaveJoanna would slide their tongues up and down his shaft. Or they would switch, and SlaveMonica would try valiantly to deep throat him while SlaveJoanna and SlaveValerie licked and kissed his thick balls.
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