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This is an Excerpt from Robin Wilde's Tabitha's Tickle book which I believe is out of print. I got this from his Yahoo group, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/robinwilde/
DISCLAIMER: For adults of legal age only-
others please do not read. Thanks.
Female tease-domination, bondage, tickling,
prolonged oral sex and frustrated male
orgasms...these are a few of my favorite
things.
The following are outtakes from the two Tabitha
books: scenes I wrote and didn't use, false starts,
directions that didn't work out. You'll find some
salvaging and reuse in the actual books, but these
are presented for your enjoyment.
EXCERPT 1
(A false start to the book--part of the scene was
salvaged and put into Tabitha's Tickle)
The early September night was warm and
balmy. With his hands shoved deep in his pockets
to conceal his erection, Bobby elbowed open the
door to the dorm and ambled down the steps. It
was about a quarter of a mile to the visitor parking
lot, and he was grateful for the dark. "Damn," he
cursed to himself in the silent night air, his anger
and frustration mounting.
Behind him he heard the sound of a van
approaching and edged left onto the sidewalk.
Instead of it passing, he heard a horn sound, and
brakes squealing.
"Hey, good looking, want a ride?" a deep
contralto voice echoed in the quiet night.
He turned. "Me?"
"Yes, you, silly." The driver of the van was
another of the varsity cheerleaders, Veronica, an
exotic dark-haired beauty, incredibly wealthy and
rumored to be fast.
"I'm just walking to the visitor's lot."
"Jump in, we'll give you a ride," she said,
hitching her thumb backward. There, pressed
against the back windows of the van, were the
other varsity cheerleaders, Tiffany, Kerri, Wendy,
several others he barely knew.
"Sure," he shrugged. He didn't need the ride,
but being in a van with the varsity cheerleading
squad was a fine idea, especially in his current
supercharged state. He ran around the van to the
open side door. Soft hands reached out to grab
him, pull him in.
There were no chairs in the van. He sat on the
floor surrounded by luscious cheerleaders, all in
their uniform of white sweater and white skirt,
trimmed in red, the varsity letter between their
breasts, no stocking, just saddle oxfords and
white ankle socks. They were laughing and
giggling and crowding around. One of them,
Wendy, another blonde like Sharon, grabbed his
hands. "You're our prisoner now," she gloated.
Bobby's hard-on had raged back to life the
second he entered the van. "I guess," he smiled,
determined to play along. He didn't have to get
back to his dorm anytime soon.
"You guess?" Wendy said with mock anger.
"There's no doubt about it, is there, girls?"
"Yeah!" "Damn right!" "Get him!"
Wendy leaned forward, pressing against him
and at the same time pulling his arms back, back
behind him. Another girl, he didn't know who,
grabbed them and pulled them together. Then
Wendy began unbuttoning his shirt while two
other girls started on his pants.
"Hey, wait a minute!" he protested, struggling
to free his arms. The cheerleaders were stronger
than they looked, plus there were so many of
them. Wendy put her hand firmly over his mouth
and sternly said, "Shush."
Fingers worked on his clothing, hands tugged
at his pants and sleeves. In spite of his bulging
cock, this was going too far. "Stop! Hey!" he
shouted, then began to struggle and tug.
Ruthlessly, the girls held him fast, pulling his
clothes off faster and faster, stripping him before
he knew what hit him. The van was speeding up
as the girls wadded his clothes up into a bundle,
then sat up.
"Now you've really got to do what we say,"
Wendy, the ringleader, said, laughing as the
embarrassed teenager futilely tried to cover
himself. "You owe us some serious slave time
before we'll even think about giving you your
clothes back."
His protests went unheeded, and he realized that
he was truly helpless. "W-what do you want?"
"That's a good boy. Just do what we say and
everybody will have a good time." Wendy looked
knowingly at the other girls. "Put your hands out
to the sides," she commanded.
Bobby felt frozen in place, clutching at his
nakedness. Her stern look finally made him
move, fearing worse consequences, perhaps to be
shoved naked out of the van to make his way
home. Gingerly, he stretched his arms out. Two
of the cheerleaders grabbed them, and using two
pairs of handcuffs shackled him to the metal posts
that held the front seats down. Then Wendy made
him stretch his legs out. Tiffany sat on one of his
outstretched legs and another cheerleader, one he
didn't know, sat on the other. The other girls
surrounded him like vultures or lionesses at their
prey, between his vulnerable legs, leaning over his
naked chest, giving him a feeling of profound
helplessness.
His cock retreated under the amused scrutiny of
his giggling captors. He was near tears in his
desperate humiliation. "Please, let me go, please,"
he moaned, clenching his eyes shut. "Don't do
this."
"Do what?" Wendy's innocent voice teased.
"Most boys would be happy to be naked in a van
full of cheerleaders. What's the matter? Don't
you think we're sexy?" She reached down and
gave his nipple a hard pinch. "Hmm? Don't you
think we're sexy?"
"Y-yes, yes, you're sexy, you're very sexy.
Please let me go," he babbled.
"Your little dickie doesn't seem to think we're
very sexy," she pouted prettily. She took his limp
penis between her thumb and forefinger and
pressed persistently against the sensitive frenum.
A groan of humiliated pleasure escaped from the
handcuffed boy's mouth. He peeked out of
squinting eyes to see the covey of cheerleaders
leaning over his limp erection being fondled by the
devastatingly cute blonde. She caught his
glimpse. "Made you look," she giggled. "I bet
you like it, huh?"
His helpless swelling was all the evidence the
girls needed. "Yeah, he likes it," Kerri, a hot-
eyed redhead with a cute ass he'd noticed at the
basketball games, laughed knowingly. "If Sharon
caught him right now, she'd probably cut it off."
Bobby gulped. Sharon was very jealous.
She'd never understand. "If you weren't
interested, why did you let them pick you up? It
wasn't that far to your car," he heard her mental
voice scold.
Even Sharon's mental image wasn't enough to
control his growing erection in Wendy's casually
fondling hand. He moaned with delight as Wendy
began to masturbate him slowly, with long delicate
strokes. "He's a very bad boy, don't you think?"
Wendy smiled at the other girls, who looked at
their victim with tsking noises and disapproving
faces. "This shows just how unfaithful the boy is.
I think Sharon would be very angry, and I think
that as a sorority sister we owe Sharon some
revenge. Right, sisters?"
"Right!" snickered his other captors. Kerri
leaned over him, her heavy perfume filling his
senses. "We're going to show you what happens
to boys who cheat on our sisters, Bobby," she
grinned derisively.
The soft breathy voice of Tiffany added, "Yeah!
Let's tickle him till he screams!"
"No! No!" Bobby protested madly, shaking his
head from side to side and tearing at his cuffs. "I
didn't do anything! Let me go! For god's sake
don't tickle meeEEE! Ha-ha-HAHAHA!" His
words turned to gasping laughter as their tickling
fingers attacked his vulnerable outstretched ribs.
"Ooh, the boy is really ticklish," he heard one
laughing female voice say.
"Oh, my god, no, please!" he cried. He was
terribly ticklish. If willpower could have broken
his metal bonds he would have been free. Just the
thought of being tickled was more than he could
stand. The reality was unbearable.
At first their fingers dug into his sides, tickling
hard against the bone, making him shriek with
hysterical sensation. They were everywhere at
once: ribs, underarms, belly, thighs, feet. Wendy
kept one hand wrapped around his erection, but
the pleasure of her gentle masturbation was
completely drowned out by the insane tickling.
Wendy bent over, cooing, "This is what happens
to bad boys who get hard-ons around other
cheerleaders. You're being punished for being
unfaithful. All you have to do is lose this boner
and we'll stop." She squeezed it for emphasis.
The sadistic young cheerleaders played
spider's-legs over his spreadeagled and helpless
body. He was ticklish, more ticklish than even he
realized. Every spot their hands touched was more
ticklish than the one before. He struggled to
maintain control, to lose his insistent erection, but
their hands defeated him, convulsing him with
helpless, humiliating laughter forced from his
cruelly stretched and tormented body, the intensity
of sensation drowning out all other feelings.
Desperately he pleaded, but his pleas were choked
off by bursts of helpless laughter. "No--ha, ha--
please--nooo!--hahahah!" he cried.
"Oh, baby, you're very ticklish, aren't you?"
Wendy's teasing voice penetrated. "Too bad.
How about your kneecaps? Oh, your ribs!
Careful, you almost hurt yourself. I don't know
when I've met someone so ticklish." His laughter
came in bursts and screams, wrenched from him at
each touch of their wiggling, squirming fingers.
If it weren't for his erection, he was positive he
would have wet himself.
The cheerleaders laughed with delight at his
suffering plight, utterly in control and obviously
enjoying themselves in his eternal agony.
Merciless fingers continued to tickle his
underarms, his stomach, and nipples. He writhed
in helpless, uncontrollable laughter, squirming
futilely to escape. He begged helplessly,
"No...hahaha...please...stop...aaaah...no!" But
the tortuous tickling continued. Seconds passed
like hours.
As soon as he gained some control of his
reactions, the girls switched tactics, moving from
rib-tickling to gentle tease-tickling, renewing his
impotent laughter and denying his relief. His cock
swelled under Wendy's gently masturbating
touch. "Poor baby," Wendy taunted, leaning over
his face. "What's the matter? Are the little
cheerleaders getting to you already? That can't be
right. We've barely begun!"
Kerri straddled his helpless body and sat down
so her panty-clad crotch rubbed against the bulge
of his hungry cock. Then she attacked his
vulnerable torso with her fingernails. He giggled
and sputtered and pleaded with her to stop
wiggling her fingers in his armpits, tracing her
fingers up and down his arms and chest, and
making slow, tormenting circles around his rock-
hard nipples. She dug her fingers into his
sensitive sides, making him howl with agony.
She tickled his ribs and tormented the agonizingly
sensitive ridge of his hip with her fingertips.
"Oh, ha-ha, I ca-can't stand-ha-ha-any more!"
he pleaded futilely.
The devilish Tiffany stretched out on the other
side, her soft hair brushing against him, and traced
with her fingers the contours of his neck and
sides, sending shivers up and down his body.
Slowly and tormentingly, she moved her tickling
fingers down his body, switching back and forth
from tease-tickle to outrageous attacks on his
ribcage.
Wendy's pumping hand continued to flog his
helpless, swollen cock. In spite of his hysteria,
Bobby's lust continued to mount as Wendy's hand
dragged him ever closer to the edge. She noticed
the straining look on his face as his sanity slipped
away in one eternal burst of sexual agony.
Stunned, head reeling, his body a mass of
sensitive nerves, he gasped for breath in between
gales of laughter. He strained his head upward to
gaze at the teenager who had enslaved his helpless
cock.
Wendy smiled wickedly at him. "Getting close?
Wanna come? Then you'd really be unfaithful to
Sharon, and we'd have to punish you even more."
Writhing under the devilish caresses, Bobby
pleaded wordlessly for mercy. At that moment
he'd suffer a thousand torments for the solace of a
spurting orgasm.
The hands of the other cheerleaders switched
from tickling to caresses, rubbing his ultra-
sensitive erect nipples, stroking his body
sensually, cooing softly, "Oooh, baby, get close
for us, we're ready for it, yeah..." a melody of
teasing sopranos urging on his orgasm.
"If you come, we're gonna take you to our
secret dungeon and torture you," Wendy taunted.
"Of course, you might like that. Tied up and
tormented by teenage cheerleaders. Sounds sexy,
huh? Poor Sharon won't know what happened to
you. You'll be a sex slave. Your cock will
belong to all us girls...oh, you're getting
close...almost there!"
She pumped slowly and steadily, teasing him
along the frustrating edge, letting the impossible
pressure build and build, until finally the inevitable
culmination...
Bobby screamed as the first wave of exploding
come burst from him, shooting in a high, wet arc
to splatter across his chest. His co-ed captors
cooed and aahed at the explosions, caressing him
hotly. Shuddering, he spent the pent-up fluids,
his juices draining the strength from his young
body.
"What a mess," Wendy giggled, rubbing her
finger in the viscous fluid and smearing it on his
lips. "Now that you're our slave, it'll be a while
until you do that again."
The van pulled to a halt in the dark night, and
the handcuffed boy heard the metallic sound of the
door open. Hands fumbled with the locks, and
roughly pulled him to his feet, strong girlish hands
imprisoning him. In his come-drenched
weakness, he couldn't have resisted anyway. The
wetness was drying on his chest and limp organ as
the girls pulled his unresisting nakedness out of
the van. He looked up. Before him was the old
girls' gym, long abandoned. Veronica, the van
driver, unlocked the double doors and the
cheerleaders pulled him inside, led by Kerri with a
flashlight. The cold night air raised goosebumps
on his naked flesh. The girls tugged him through
the pitch-black corridors using his cock as a leash,
teasing him to a new erection as they marched him
along. Finally they reached a small cubicle, an old
workout room, and opened the door. There was a
small metal cot in the corner. They fastened him
down with his hands pulled over his head and legs
pulled apart at the foot of the bed, securing him
with cold metal cuffs.
"It's time to say goodnight, Bobby," Wendy
announced. "We'll come back for you in the
morning."
Each of the cheerleaders in turn perched on the
bed beside the naked young prisoner. They kissed
his mouth and nipples, stroked his cock, caressed
his chest, nibbled his neck and ears, each
inflaming him to renewed jutting passion, giggling
and taunting him in his desperate need. Then they
left him alone, aroused, in the dark, to await his
fate.
In the corridor, Veronica carefully locked the
cell door, and the laughing cheerleaders giggled,
arm in arm, all the way to the old coach's office.
The light was on. Behind the desk was a tall
swivel chair, facing away from the entering co-
eds. The chair swiveled around. In it was
Sharon, Bobby's girlfriend.
"How did it go," the blonde asked, grinning.
"Did Bobby freak?"
"Boy, did he ever!" Wendy laughed. "You
should have seen him. You really must have
charged him up."
"If he thinks this was something," Sharon said
with a grin of patronizing amusement, "just wait
until we start the full training program."
The cheerleaders nodded with anticipation.
They had a new victim. Tiffany licked her lips.
"The only problem is that captures make me horny
as hell."
"You're right, baby," Kerri chimed in. "Let's
go have a party!"
As the cheerleaders left the old gym, each of
them departed with a mental image of their
handcuffed pleasure slave erectly waiting in the
dark for an unknown fate of sexual torment, an
image that turned each girl on with the desire to
inflict punishment on their own personal victim,
and they envied Sharon, who would receive her
boyfriend back as a fully trained slave.
"Go, Teasers!" Tiffany shouted. The other
girls laughed.
DISCLAIMER: For adults of legal age only-
others please do not read. Thanks.
Female tease-domination, bondage, tickling,
prolonged oral sex and frustrated male
orgasms...these are a few of my favorite
things.
The following are outtakes from the two Tabitha
books: scenes I wrote and didn't use, false starts,
directions that didn't work out. You'll find some
salvaging and reuse in the actual books, but these
are presented for your enjoyment.
EXCERPT 1
(A false start to the book--part of the scene was
salvaged and put into Tabitha's Tickle)
The early September night was warm and
balmy. With his hands shoved deep in his pockets
to conceal his erection, Bobby elbowed open the
door to the dorm and ambled down the steps. It
was about a quarter of a mile to the visitor parking
lot, and he was grateful for the dark. "Damn," he
cursed to himself in the silent night air, his anger
and frustration mounting.
Behind him he heard the sound of a van
approaching and edged left onto the sidewalk.
Instead of it passing, he heard a horn sound, and
brakes squealing.
"Hey, good looking, want a ride?" a deep
contralto voice echoed in the quiet night.
He turned. "Me?"
"Yes, you, silly." The driver of the van was
another of the varsity cheerleaders, Veronica, an
exotic dark-haired beauty, incredibly wealthy and
rumored to be fast.
"I'm just walking to the visitor's lot."
"Jump in, we'll give you a ride," she said,
hitching her thumb backward. There, pressed
against the back windows of the van, were the
other varsity cheerleaders, Tiffany, Kerri, Wendy,
several others he barely knew.
"Sure," he shrugged. He didn't need the ride,
but being in a van with the varsity cheerleading
squad was a fine idea, especially in his current
supercharged state. He ran around the van to the
open side door. Soft hands reached out to grab
him, pull him in.
There were no chairs in the van. He sat on the
floor surrounded by luscious cheerleaders, all in
their uniform of white sweater and white skirt,
trimmed in red, the varsity letter between their
breasts, no stocking, just saddle oxfords and
white ankle socks. They were laughing and
giggling and crowding around. One of them,
Wendy, another blonde like Sharon, grabbed his
hands. "You're our prisoner now," she gloated.
Bobby's hard-on had raged back to life the
second he entered the van. "I guess," he smiled,
determined to play along. He didn't have to get
back to his dorm anytime soon.
"You guess?" Wendy said with mock anger.
"There's no doubt about it, is there, girls?"
"Yeah!" "Damn right!" "Get him!"
Wendy leaned forward, pressing against him
and at the same time pulling his arms back, back
behind him. Another girl, he didn't know who,
grabbed them and pulled them together. Then
Wendy began unbuttoning his shirt while two
other girls started on his pants.
"Hey, wait a minute!" he protested, struggling
to free his arms. The cheerleaders were stronger
than they looked, plus there were so many of
them. Wendy put her hand firmly over his mouth
and sternly said, "Shush."
Fingers worked on his clothing, hands tugged
at his pants and sleeves. In spite of his bulging
cock, this was going too far. "Stop! Hey!" he
shouted, then began to struggle and tug.
Ruthlessly, the girls held him fast, pulling his
clothes off faster and faster, stripping him before
he knew what hit him. The van was speeding up
as the girls wadded his clothes up into a bundle,
then sat up.
"Now you've really got to do what we say,"
Wendy, the ringleader, said, laughing as the
embarrassed teenager futilely tried to cover
himself. "You owe us some serious slave time
before we'll even think about giving you your
clothes back."
His protests went unheeded, and he realized that
he was truly helpless. "W-what do you want?"
"That's a good boy. Just do what we say and
everybody will have a good time." Wendy looked
knowingly at the other girls. "Put your hands out
to the sides," she commanded.
Bobby felt frozen in place, clutching at his
nakedness. Her stern look finally made him
move, fearing worse consequences, perhaps to be
shoved naked out of the van to make his way
home. Gingerly, he stretched his arms out. Two
of the cheerleaders grabbed them, and using two
pairs of handcuffs shackled him to the metal posts
that held the front seats down. Then Wendy made
him stretch his legs out. Tiffany sat on one of his
outstretched legs and another cheerleader, one he
didn't know, sat on the other. The other girls
surrounded him like vultures or lionesses at their
prey, between his vulnerable legs, leaning over his
naked chest, giving him a feeling of profound
helplessness.
His cock retreated under the amused scrutiny of
his giggling captors. He was near tears in his
desperate humiliation. "Please, let me go, please,"
he moaned, clenching his eyes shut. "Don't do
this."
"Do what?" Wendy's innocent voice teased.
"Most boys would be happy to be naked in a van
full of cheerleaders. What's the matter? Don't
you think we're sexy?" She reached down and
gave his nipple a hard pinch. "Hmm? Don't you
think we're sexy?"
"Y-yes, yes, you're sexy, you're very sexy.
Please let me go," he babbled.
"Your little dickie doesn't seem to think we're
very sexy," she pouted prettily. She took his limp
penis between her thumb and forefinger and
pressed persistently against the sensitive frenum.
A groan of humiliated pleasure escaped from the
handcuffed boy's mouth. He peeked out of
squinting eyes to see the covey of cheerleaders
leaning over his limp erection being fondled by the
devastatingly cute blonde. She caught his
glimpse. "Made you look," she giggled. "I bet
you like it, huh?"
His helpless swelling was all the evidence the
girls needed. "Yeah, he likes it," Kerri, a hot-
eyed redhead with a cute ass he'd noticed at the
basketball games, laughed knowingly. "If Sharon
caught him right now, she'd probably cut it off."
Bobby gulped. Sharon was very jealous.
She'd never understand. "If you weren't
interested, why did you let them pick you up? It
wasn't that far to your car," he heard her mental
voice scold.
Even Sharon's mental image wasn't enough to
control his growing erection in Wendy's casually
fondling hand. He moaned with delight as Wendy
began to masturbate him slowly, with long delicate
strokes. "He's a very bad boy, don't you think?"
Wendy smiled at the other girls, who looked at
their victim with tsking noises and disapproving
faces. "This shows just how unfaithful the boy is.
I think Sharon would be very angry, and I think
that as a sorority sister we owe Sharon some
revenge. Right, sisters?"
"Right!" snickered his other captors. Kerri
leaned over him, her heavy perfume filling his
senses. "We're going to show you what happens
to boys who cheat on our sisters, Bobby," she
grinned derisively.
The soft breathy voice of Tiffany added, "Yeah!
Let's tickle him till he screams!"
"No! No!" Bobby protested madly, shaking his
head from side to side and tearing at his cuffs. "I
didn't do anything! Let me go! For god's sake
don't tickle meeEEE! Ha-ha-HAHAHA!" His
words turned to gasping laughter as their tickling
fingers attacked his vulnerable outstretched ribs.
"Ooh, the boy is really ticklish," he heard one
laughing female voice say.
"Oh, my god, no, please!" he cried. He was
terribly ticklish. If willpower could have broken
his metal bonds he would have been free. Just the
thought of being tickled was more than he could
stand. The reality was unbearable.
At first their fingers dug into his sides, tickling
hard against the bone, making him shriek with
hysterical sensation. They were everywhere at
once: ribs, underarms, belly, thighs, feet. Wendy
kept one hand wrapped around his erection, but
the pleasure of her gentle masturbation was
completely drowned out by the insane tickling.
Wendy bent over, cooing, "This is what happens
to bad boys who get hard-ons around other
cheerleaders. You're being punished for being
unfaithful. All you have to do is lose this boner
and we'll stop." She squeezed it for emphasis.
The sadistic young cheerleaders played
spider's-legs over his spreadeagled and helpless
body. He was ticklish, more ticklish than even he
realized. Every spot their hands touched was more
ticklish than the one before. He struggled to
maintain control, to lose his insistent erection, but
their hands defeated him, convulsing him with
helpless, humiliating laughter forced from his
cruelly stretched and tormented body, the intensity
of sensation drowning out all other feelings.
Desperately he pleaded, but his pleas were choked
off by bursts of helpless laughter. "No--ha, ha--
please--nooo!--hahahah!" he cried.
"Oh, baby, you're very ticklish, aren't you?"
Wendy's teasing voice penetrated. "Too bad.
How about your kneecaps? Oh, your ribs!
Careful, you almost hurt yourself. I don't know
when I've met someone so ticklish." His laughter
came in bursts and screams, wrenched from him at
each touch of their wiggling, squirming fingers.
If it weren't for his erection, he was positive he
would have wet himself.
The cheerleaders laughed with delight at his
suffering plight, utterly in control and obviously
enjoying themselves in his eternal agony.
Merciless fingers continued to tickle his
underarms, his stomach, and nipples. He writhed
in helpless, uncontrollable laughter, squirming
futilely to escape. He begged helplessly,
"No...hahaha...please...stop...aaaah...no!" But
the tortuous tickling continued. Seconds passed
like hours.
As soon as he gained some control of his
reactions, the girls switched tactics, moving from
rib-tickling to gentle tease-tickling, renewing his
impotent laughter and denying his relief. His cock
swelled under Wendy's gently masturbating
touch. "Poor baby," Wendy taunted, leaning over
his face. "What's the matter? Are the little
cheerleaders getting to you already? That can't be
right. We've barely begun!"
Kerri straddled his helpless body and sat down
so her panty-clad crotch rubbed against the bulge
of his hungry cock. Then she attacked his
vulnerable torso with her fingernails. He giggled
and sputtered and pleaded with her to stop
wiggling her fingers in his armpits, tracing her
fingers up and down his arms and chest, and
making slow, tormenting circles around his rock-
hard nipples. She dug her fingers into his
sensitive sides, making him howl with agony.
She tickled his ribs and tormented the agonizingly
sensitive ridge of his hip with her fingertips.
"Oh, ha-ha, I ca-can't stand-ha-ha-any more!"
he pleaded futilely.
The devilish Tiffany stretched out on the other
side, her soft hair brushing against him, and traced
with her fingers the contours of his neck and
sides, sending shivers up and down his body.
Slowly and tormentingly, she moved her tickling
fingers down his body, switching back and forth
from tease-tickle to outrageous attacks on his
ribcage.
Wendy's pumping hand continued to flog his
helpless, swollen cock. In spite of his hysteria,
Bobby's lust continued to mount as Wendy's hand
dragged him ever closer to the edge. She noticed
the straining look on his face as his sanity slipped
away in one eternal burst of sexual agony.
Stunned, head reeling, his body a mass of
sensitive nerves, he gasped for breath in between
gales of laughter. He strained his head upward to
gaze at the teenager who had enslaved his helpless
cock.
Wendy smiled wickedly at him. "Getting close?
Wanna come? Then you'd really be unfaithful to
Sharon, and we'd have to punish you even more."
Writhing under the devilish caresses, Bobby
pleaded wordlessly for mercy. At that moment
he'd suffer a thousand torments for the solace of a
spurting orgasm.
The hands of the other cheerleaders switched
from tickling to caresses, rubbing his ultra-
sensitive erect nipples, stroking his body
sensually, cooing softly, "Oooh, baby, get close
for us, we're ready for it, yeah..." a melody of
teasing sopranos urging on his orgasm.
"If you come, we're gonna take you to our
secret dungeon and torture you," Wendy taunted.
"Of course, you might like that. Tied up and
tormented by teenage cheerleaders. Sounds sexy,
huh? Poor Sharon won't know what happened to
you. You'll be a sex slave. Your cock will
belong to all us girls...oh, you're getting
close...almost there!"
She pumped slowly and steadily, teasing him
along the frustrating edge, letting the impossible
pressure build and build, until finally the inevitable
culmination...
Bobby screamed as the first wave of exploding
come burst from him, shooting in a high, wet arc
to splatter across his chest. His co-ed captors
cooed and aahed at the explosions, caressing him
hotly. Shuddering, he spent the pent-up fluids,
his juices draining the strength from his young
body.
"What a mess," Wendy giggled, rubbing her
finger in the viscous fluid and smearing it on his
lips. "Now that you're our slave, it'll be a while
until you do that again."
The van pulled to a halt in the dark night, and
the handcuffed boy heard the metallic sound of the
door open. Hands fumbled with the locks, and
roughly pulled him to his feet, strong girlish hands
imprisoning him. In his come-drenched
weakness, he couldn't have resisted anyway. The
wetness was drying on his chest and limp organ as
the girls pulled his unresisting nakedness out of
the van. He looked up. Before him was the old
girls' gym, long abandoned. Veronica, the van
driver, unlocked the double doors and the
cheerleaders pulled him inside, led by Kerri with a
flashlight. The cold night air raised goosebumps
on his naked flesh. The girls tugged him through
the pitch-black corridors using his cock as a leash,
teasing him to a new erection as they marched him
along. Finally they reached a small cubicle, an old
workout room, and opened the door. There was a
small metal cot in the corner. They fastened him
down with his hands pulled over his head and legs
pulled apart at the foot of the bed, securing him
with cold metal cuffs.
"It's time to say goodnight, Bobby," Wendy
announced. "We'll come back for you in the
morning."
Each of the cheerleaders in turn perched on the
bed beside the naked young prisoner. They kissed
his mouth and nipples, stroked his cock, caressed
his chest, nibbled his neck and ears, each
inflaming him to renewed jutting passion, giggling
and taunting him in his desperate need. Then they
left him alone, aroused, in the dark, to await his
fate.
In the corridor, Veronica carefully locked the
cell door, and the laughing cheerleaders giggled,
arm in arm, all the way to the old coach's office.
The light was on. Behind the desk was a tall
swivel chair, facing away from the entering co-
eds. The chair swiveled around. In it was
Sharon, Bobby's girlfriend.
"How did it go," the blonde asked, grinning.
"Did Bobby freak?"
"Boy, did he ever!" Wendy laughed. "You
should have seen him. You really must have
charged him up."
"If he thinks this was something," Sharon said
with a grin of patronizing amusement, "just wait
until we start the full training program."
The cheerleaders nodded with anticipation.
They had a new victim. Tiffany licked her lips.
"The only problem is that captures make me horny
as hell."
"You're right, baby," Kerri chimed in. "Let's
go have a party!"
As the cheerleaders left the old gym, each of
them departed with a mental image of their
handcuffed pleasure slave erectly waiting in the
dark for an unknown fate of sexual torment, an
image that turned each girl on with the desire to
inflict punishment on their own personal victim,
and they envied Sharon, who would receive her
boyfriend back as a fully trained slave.
"Go, Teasers!" Tiffany shouted. The other
girls laughed.
REALLY good. If I were a better writer, that's the kind of story I'd write. Almost word for word (well, you know what I mean). Hooray for that story!
