Cheerleader's Torment
by James Dawson
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Chapter Six - The Diner (Part 2)
She struggled to keep her rhythm going on the ketchup bottle
as Mike manipulated her arms back and forth like an accordion.
Squeezing her breasts together.
"Awe, come on," said one male voice, "let's see those FUCKING
TITS."
She shuttered.
"Keep it going nice and steady now," he said, as he relaxed
her arms.
She felt his hands go back to her shoulders.
They rested there for a moment.
Slowly, his fingers began moving down the line of the straps
that ran over her shoulders. She felt them trace over each shoulder
and slowly begin following the straps down across her chest. The
fingertips began moving their way under the material as they went
down.
Her breathing became tight and fast.
She felt a tingle go down her spine as his fingers moved
farther down the straps over her breasts, slightly pulling away the
top.
Her hand worked the ketchup bottle, back and forth.
"Come OOOOOOON" A man's voice.
Kate kept her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to look.
She felt his fingers continue to move against her skin
She felt the material being lifted up, slowly, away from her
breasts towards either side.
She waited for the feel of his entire hand
"Now pull your shoulders back," Mike said in her ear.
She bit down on her lower lip.
She took a deep breath, and did as he said, making her boobs
rise up.
She tried to keep concentrating on the rhythm, working her
right hand up and down the ketchup bottle.
"AAAAWWWWW MAAAAN."
She could feel the men staring lustily, waiting for her
breasts to be bared. This was too horrible to believe.
She flinched.
She suddenly felt Mike's tongue lightly touch the right side
of her neck. A tingling spread across her body. The point of his
tongue moved up her neck towards her ear.
It was dizzying.
Then with one sudden tug, the bikini top was pulled to either
side, and Kate's big breasts sprang out.
WHHHOOOOOOAAA!!! The men all cheered.
She let out a whimper of shame.
"OH, my GOD, look at those TITS."
"FUUUUUUCK."
She tried to ignore the crude comments.
She felt Mike's hands move underneath her bared breasts. He
cupped them in his hands and lifted them up, bunching them up on her
chest.
She kept her eyes shut and concentrated on the ketchup bottle,
keeping the stroking motion.
Mike began to knead the big mounds.
"AW, CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSTT"
Whoops of delight came the men.
"I'd sure LOVE to run my prick between THOSE fucking melons,"
said one of them.
Kate almost choked. The thought of her breasts being used in
such a disgusting and unnatural way by one of these greasy horrible
men made her want to be sick. She began to feel panicky. What if Mike
let him?
Mike began to run his fingers in a circular motion. He started
to caress her nipples, tugging them outward.
"Let's get this things to stand out," he said.
The tingling feeling coming from nipples mixed with the fear
and humiliation to create a swirl of emotion in Kate. She felt waves
of dizziness.
He rolled the big nipples in his fingers.
"Come on, Kate," he said, "let's make 'em hard."
"Let me LICK ¡®EM" offered one of the men.
Kate shuddered. She felt Mike's hands pull away.
"Come on, make them stick out," he commanded.
She became a mass of confusion and fear and shame, and tried
to keep her mind on the ketchup bottle.
The sudden splash of cold water made her cry out. Her mouth
and eyes popped open at the shock, and she dropped the bottle to the
floor. Mike had taken one of the glasses of ice water from the table
behind him and poured it down her front.
"AWWWWWWW" came a loud groan from the guys.
She instantly reached up to cover herself.
Now that her eyes were open again, she suddenly noticed that
Jack had climbed up onto the counter to get a better view, and had the
small palm-sized video camera in his hand.
He'd caught the whole horrible episode.
She cried out in shame.
A wild cheer went up and the men saw that she had seen Jack.
"Hey, I want a copy of that tape," said one of the men.
"Fuckin' A-Yeah" the others agreed.
She let out a moan of despair, and her hands came up and
covered her face. She began to cry into her hands.
"Oh God, PLEASE...please stop..."
"Hey, she dropped the bottle." said a male voice.
"DIIIIISapline" said another.
Mike pulled her hands back down, once again exposing her
dripping breasts to the lusty eyes of the assembled group. They were
covered in delicate goose bumps.
"We want see," he said, "shoulders back, now."
Beads of cold water continued to drip down her chest, and down
the creamy light brown skin of her magnificent breasts. The cold water
had indeed made the nipples tight and hard.
Mike reached up and took hold of her shoulders and pulled them
back, forcing her tits to stick out.
She fought back the urge to raise her arms back up. Tears
dripped down her face.
"Kate," said Mike, "you just have not followed instructions
here."
She suddenly realized what that meant.
Another spanking.
Here. In this greasy diner.
In front of these horrible men.
"NOOOOOOO," She tried to squirm loose, but Mike held her
tight.
He gave her whole body a shake.
She stopped struggling.
"Now," he said directly into her ear, just above a whisper,
"you've got two choices." He pulled her tight.
The men all watched Mike talk to her.
"Once again, you can either do as I tell you," he told her,
"or we're gonna have the whole gang in on it..."
"No, please...please don't....don't DO THIS..." she tried to
turn around to face him.
He held her fast, and continued talking so that only she could
hear.
"And if the whole gang gets in on taking your pants down, and
holding you down, well, then things are going to get outta hand
here..."
"Oh, GOD...No..."
She was terrified, suddenly more scared than she had ever
dreamed possible. The thought of these greasy, horrible men holding
her down and...
"What's it gonna be?"
She was speechless. Stricken with fear.
"What's it gonna be, Kate?"
"God, please DON'T...please don't let them..."
"Kate, you are just going to have to learn to follow
instructions, or this is going to be a very difficult weekend for
you."
She was numb.
"I think I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson here."
Tears welled up in her beautiful big brown eyes.
"Now, remember," he said, "the minute you don't do exactly,
and I mean EXACTLY as I tell you, then I'm going to let the guys here
take over."
He pushed her forward and scooted off the table.
She found herself standing just a few feet away from the
leering men, with her breasts sticking rudely from her top, and
realized how much safer she had just felt a moment ago. She stared at
the floor.
"You sure got nice tits honey," said one of them.
Mike moved to the next booth and pushed away the silverware
and napkins. He picked up the spatula.
"WHOAAAA" a chorus from the men, who scrambled to get new
vantage points. Three of them sat on the stools on the counter facing
the table.
"You guys," he pointed to Ken and Tom, "come slid in here." He
motioned each one to one of the bench seats facing each other across
the table.
"Okay, Kate, over here."
Slowly, with her big breasts hanging lewdly from her mauled
bikini-top, she walked on shaky legs to the edge of the table.
There was nothing she could do.
Nothing except what Mike said.
"Now turn around."
She slowly turned around so that her back was to the men. Her
long dark hair hung down near the line the strap of her top made
around her back. The men all gazed at the smooth light brown skin.
In front of her, staring at her bared breasts were Tom and Ken
sitting on either side at the other end of the Formica covered
tabletop. Tom smiled at her.
"I can't wait to see that ass," said Auggie behind her.
"You can have her ass," said another, "I want feel my dick
between those big tits."
The men had gone a bit quiet while Mike had been talking to
her, waiting to see what was going to happen. Now they spoke up again.
Kate tried to blot out the rude comments, and closed her eyes
again.
She just wanted this nightmare to be over.
"Okay, Kate," said Mike, "take your pants down."
She took a deep breath.
Once again, she reached up. Her numb fingers worked the metal
button through the hole in her jeans.
She grasped the zipper and slowly lowered it down.
From behind, the men could see the waist of her jeans go
slack.
"YEAAAAAAH."
She worked her thumbs into the top of the jeans and carefully
started to lower them. She pulled the material away from her hips,
careful not to catch her panties as well. She slowly pulled them down.
"WHEEEEEEEW!!!"
Slowly her white panties were exposed.
Then, inch by inch, her scrumptious round ass came into the
men's view.
She lowered her jeans over the ripe cheeks to the tops of her
thighs, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom covered by white
panties, which were bunched up between her cheeks.
"HUH, HUH, HUH," the men chanted.
She waited her next instruction.
"A little lower," said Mike.
She moved them down a couple of inches, past the widest part
of her hips.
"Lower,"
Another few inches.
"Take a couple of steps back, toward us," Mike commanded.
Slowly she moved away from the table.
She waited.
"Take them off."
She was startled.
That would leave her almost totally naked.
She couldn't argue.
"Lean forward, Kate, and push them all the way down your legs
without bending your knees."
She began to do as he said and lower the jeans down her
tapering brown thighs, bending at the waist. The motion rounded her
ass, making it stick out in front of the men.
"OH, YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!" she heard.
"Stick it OUT,"
Her breasts hung pendulously as she bent over.
Auggie leaned forward in his seat towards her bottom, staring
at it. It took all of his self control not to reach out and grab it.
She pushed the jeans all the way down her long slim legs.
"Okay," said Mike, "now step out of them without standing back
up."
She lifted one leg at a time, jiggling her breasts and
spreading her bottom cheeks in her panties, and managed to pull both
of her bare feet free.
"Stand back up."
She raised herself back upright.
Mike walked up, and stood on her left side.
He looked down at her for a moment, standing there in just her
panties and mauled bikini top.
"Go back to the table."
She took the couple of steps necessary to reach the edge of
the table. The front of her thighs leaned against the edge. She looked
at Ken and Tom sitting in front of her and noticed they were both
staring at the front of her panties.
She was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do.
She stood with her long legs bare all the way up from her
delicate ankles, up to her bottom shaped like an upside-down heart.
"Now," said Mike's voice behind her, "reach back behind you
and grab your panties."
Her hands reached around and grasped the top of the material,
just above each bottom cheek.
"Now pull them up."
She began to pull the material upwards, arching her back and
slowly exposing her cheeks as the material reluctantly pulled away.
The faint imprint of where the panties had been was visible, an
indentation in the smooth skin.
"Higher."
She pulled the material taught, pulling much of it into the
crack.
"HUH, HUH, HUH..."
"Now lean forward."
Slowly she leaned her upper body forward, leaning on the table
edge with the front of her thighs. Once again her breasts hung freely
from the bikini top. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Ken
staring at them.
"Keep your legs straight and lean all the way over."
The height of the table was such that in order to make contact
with it, her shoulders had to be lower than her hips, making her ass
the highest point on her body. She pulled her ankles and knees tightly
together and bent forward, making her panties ride up even higher. Her
full ass cheeks rounded in front of the appreciative eyes.
"Now," said Mike from behind her, "give your hands to Ken and
Tom."
She became frightened again. She looked up at them fearfully.
Tom smiled again. Ken didn't. He just stared silently. She let go of
her panties which snapped back down, though most of them remained
wedged in her bottom.
She slowly reached her hands out in front to her.
The contact with the guys made her shudder. Their hands felt
clammy.
"Okay," said Mike, "pull her as far forward as you can without
pulling her off her feet."
They each grabbed her around one of her wrists with both hands
and pulled her forward. As they straightened her arms out, her breasts
mashed against the table top.
With her arms being held down, she felt so vulnerable.
She could feel her bottom sticking up in the air.
Mike picked up the spatula and whipped it through the air.
"WHOOOOOAAAA" a cheer went up from the men.
He walked up to Kate's waiting ass. He gripped her panties in
the middle just above her bottom and pulled up on them, once again
forcing the material into the crease between her cheeks.
"YEEEAHHH."
He laid the spatula against her right cheek and pressed it
against her skin. Small bulges appeared in the holes cut in the
plastic. He lifted it away and inspected the imprint.
Mike got down on one knee, with his face just inches from her
left cheek.
He just looked for a moment.
"Come ONNNNN," said Auggie, "let's see that ASS!"
Mike didn't respond. Instead he took the corner of the spatula
and touched Kate's leg with it, just behind her left knee. The knee
flinched forward. He slowly traced a line up the back of her thigh,
rising up himself as he did. Then he moved it into the line between
her legs, a line she was tightly holding together.
Kate squinted her eyes shut at she felt the utensil on her
skin. The teasing gave her a tingling feeling. She tried to brace
herself.
Mike reached out and grasped the top of her panties.
He slowly pulled them down over her ripe ass.
Kate let out a moan of shame.
Now her bottom was totally exposed.
He pulled them down to the top of her thighs, exposing both
luscious cheeks and the dark line that ran between them that turned
into a gentle "Y" at the top.
Mike grabbed her right cheek in his hand.
He squeezed it, causing her flesh the bulge between his
fingers.
"Lemme' see her ASSHOLE," said Auggie suddenly
Both Tom and Ken felt her try to pull her arms free. They held
them fast as she squirmed on the table top. The men watched her ass
wiggle around.
"SPLAT," Mike brought the spatula down.
"SPLAT," instantly again on the other side.
"AHHHHHH" Kate cried out in pain. The burning was much worse
than before. She burst into fresh tears.
Ken and Tom held her hands tightly.
The watched her lovely face as the tears rolled down.
Her bottom was suddenly much redder than it had been.
Mike reached down and rubbed both cheeks.
She held her knees tightly together.
"SPLAT," a little lower this time.
"SPLAT," on the other side.
"AHHHHHHHH," she cried out again.
Mike rubbed her bottom with his hands again.
Auggie and the other men stared.
Kate sobbed.
Her bottom was on fire.
Mike continued to rub the red cheeks.
"Now, Kate," he said, "I want you to stay perfectly still."
She gave no reaction.
"Ready, Auggie?" asked Mike.
The greasy restauranteur's face was bright pink.
Mike slipped his fingers into the crack of Kate's bottom and
pulled her asscheeks apart, giving the men a clear view of her anus.
She cried out in shame and humiliation.
How could anyone be so disgusting? She asked herself over and
over. How could anyone even think of such a depraved thing.
Her bottom buzzed with warm pain.
Mike released her asscheeks and stepped back. The four red
marks were clearly visible. He walked to the table they had all been
in and picked up the pitcher of ice water the waitress had left them.
Ice was still floating in it.
"Kate here has got a long weekend ahead of her," he said, "so
we better cool things off a bit."
The men all smiled, seeing what he was going to do.
Mike walked back over to the bent over girl, and stood just
over her red bottom. He pushed his hip against hers and reached around
and grabbed her other side, holding her firmly.
He tipped to the pitcher, and a stream of water came down and
made contact with Kate's lower back.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried out in shock. Her body
lurched forward onto to the table as both of her feet left to the
floor. She pulled against Ken and Tom.
Mike let to the water run down over her reddened bottom. It
make tickles down off of to the round cheeks. Streams poured down her
legs and ran into her panties.
Her legs kicked in to the air.
She gasped at to the cold.
He stopped for a moment and rubbed her cheeks.
He pointed to the pitcher into her panties and poured water
onto them. To the cold water spilled out of to the crotch band and ran
over down her thighs.
He set to the pitcher down on to the other table and reached
down and grabbed them. He pulled her panties back up, pulled a puddle
of cold water into contact with her crotch.
She whimpered as to the cold, wet material made contact with
her skin.
Mike waited until she was still again and motioned to Tom and
Ken, who let go of to the distraught girl. Mike pulled her to her
feet.
Kate stood in total humiliation.
She covered her big breasts with her arms.
Water dripped down her legs from her sopping wet panties which
were pulled tightly back into place.
To the men, who had been almost spellbound, came to life
again. They cheered and gave each other high fives.
Mike handed Kate her jeans.
"Here, you can put these back on."
She took to the jeans and held them in front of her.
"You can have five minutes in to the Ladies Room."
Kate quickly moved away from to the men and started towards to
the restrooms.
"But leave to the panties on."
The men all laughed.
Mike looked at his watch at to the sound of to the Ladies'
Room door closing.
"That was to the Goddamned hottest show I ever saw," said one
of to the men.
"And to the COLDEST," said another.
They all laughed.
"Yeah," replied Mike, "I went easy on her this time."
He smiled at to the men.
"Cause she's still got a coming up."
"Whooooa," said one of to the men.
"And tomorrow," Mike said.
"Tomorrow, we're taking Kate to to the Mall."
When Kate returned from the Ladies room, the men were all
unusually quiet, and that made her nervous. They had all been
watching, waiting for her to come out. She had re-adjusted her top
and put her jeans back on, but as Mike had said, she'd left her wet
panties on.
Mike and Jack were the only ones standing. Tom and Ken were
still sitting in the booth. They rested their elbows on the table
she'd had to lay on. The other men were all sitting on the stools
mounted in front of the long counter. They were all rotated around
facing her. She slowly walked up to the table. She noticed a big
plastic container of margarine on the counter.
Mike had her little bag in his hand. He pulled a hairbrush out
of it and handed it to her.
"Why don't you give your hair a brush Kate," he said.
It seemed an odd request and she looked around cautiously..
She reached out and took the brush.
She began running it through her hair. The men all watched.
She saw Jack, who was holding a wad of cash, walk over hand it
over to Mike and then pick up the video camera again. He pointed it at
her. Once again she felt the adrenaline. Fear welled up inside her
again. She'd thought it was over. Now the sight of the wad of cash
really scared her.
"Did you learn a lesson here, Kate?" asked Mike, watching her.
The brush stopped for a second, and then picked up speed
again. Something was going on.
"Y...yes," she said reluctantly. She tried to brush her hair
as unsensuously as possible.
"And what was that?"
She felt choked. She knew what he wanted to hear.
"Ob..obedience." she finally uttered.
"Obedience. That's right."
She finished with her hair. Despite her ordeal, she looked
stunning. Her beautiful dark hair picked up a luster from the
brushing, and her full lips still showed the red lipstick. The
waterproof eye make-up held fast.
She watched Jack with the video camera as he walked around
behind Mike.
"Do you think you learned your lesson Kate?" asked Mike. He
smiled at her with intolerable smugness.
Kate's nervousness and frustration showed.
"Y..yes," she replied.
She noticed one of the men at the counter shift in his seat.
He reached down and readjusted his crotch. She looked down at the
floor.
It was suddenly so quiet.
"Are you sure?"
"Y...yes," she repeated. God she wanted out of there.
Mike stepped forward and held his hand out for the hairbrush.
It took a minute to register what he wanted before Kate
reached out and handed it to him.
"That's good," he said. He smiled at her and held up the brush
and looked at it. "Cause I'd hate to have to discipline you again."
A shiver went down Kate's spine. The brush would really hurt.
"I'll bet your bottom is really sore."
Kate swallowed hard. Her mouth became dry. Mike was toying
with her even more cruelly than before.
"Maybe we better look at it?"
She didn't answer.
"Let's see," he said, "show us your lesson. Why don't you turn
around and show us your bottom, Kate."
Oh God. It was starting again.
"...your bare bottom."
In her time in the ladies room, she'd almost managed to
distance herself from this horrible incident and now it was getting
worse. She noticed the hairbrush in Mike's hand.
Suddenly, they all jumped. The tension was broken by the sound
of the front door to the diner being shaken. They all looked around to
see that a group of about five people had pulled up and were trying to
get in. The people stepped back, looking around for a sign. A man
cupped his hands together on the glass to try to see inside.
Kate almost wanted to cry for help. Her heart started to
beat, and she could feel a scream welling up. She controlled it. She
knew what would happen. Horrible pictures of her being touched by
gross old men would go around the school, or worse, the video of her
getting a spanking in a public parking lot, or of her with that
ketchup bottle. Her parents would find out and she could never explain
it. Mike promised not to show them to anybody, and she'd never heard
anything about the other girls, about any videos or pictures, so it
seemed that he kept his word on that score. She just had to make it
through this nightmare weekend, at least until they got to the camp.
She was sure she'd be safe once she was with the other girls.
Auggie walked up to the door and waved them off, shrugging his
shoulders as if to say there was some problem beyond his control. They
could hear the disappointed voices fade out as the people went back to
their cars.
After a moment, suddenly, all the eyes were once again on
Kate.
She knew what had to happen, and she slowly turned around so
that her back was facing her audience..
She reached up and unfastened her jeans and slowly pulled them
down. This time, without having to be told, she slipped her thumbs
into her panties and pulled them down too. Once again, her beautiful
round bottom came into the view of the men sitting in the diner. Both
cheeks were reddened from the spanking.
"Mmmmmmm," she heard a male voice.
"Go ahead and take ¡®em off," said Mike.
She pushed them down her legs, and kept her knees as close
together as possible as she pulled her feet out of each pant leg.
Mike walked around the front of her and took her jeans and
panties from her. She avoided his eyes and stared straight ahead. She
felt his eyes roam up and down her body. She resisted the urge to
cover her pubic mound with her hands when she felt his eyes there. He
slowly walked around her.
"Now," she heard him from behind her again. "Auggie, our host
here, has been kind enough to offer to help alleviate the burning on
your bottom Kate."
She heard some giggles.
"Since he doesn't have any cold cream here, he's offered to
sooth you with margarine."
More chuckling.
"Come on over here," said Mike.
She bit her lip and turned around. She saw Mike was standing
between the men seated at the counter and his friends at the booth
behind him. There was an empty stool waiting ominously between them.
Now wearing nothing except her bikini top, Kate turned around
and walked to where Mike was standing. She approached the stool.
"Get yourself up on this stool," he said, "on your knees."
She looked at it for a second before moving. She had men on
both sides of her and she could feel them leering, staring at her
nakedness.
She had a hard time as the top of the stool rotated. She had
to hold on to the edge of the counter as she climbed up. She managed
to get into place and waited on her knees, with her feet sticking out
back behind her, towards Ken and Tom.
Her naked ass was elevated and in plain view.
"Now lean forward...put your elbows on the counter," said
Mike.
She bent forward, and rested her forearms on the counter. Her
bottom stuck out behind her.
She could hear the men moving around behind her.
She heard the top of a plastic container being opened. She
closed her eyes tightly.
Auggie stared at the naked ass in front of him and wondered if
he had died and gone to heaven. It was perfectly shaped. The slim
thighs met the round out thrust cheeks, which were now bright pink.
He reached his fingers into the plastic tub and scooped out a
big wad of margarine. He reached out and wiped it one Kate's left
cheek.
"Now," said Mike, "no moving, Kate."
Auggie wiped another wad on her right cheek, and set the
container down.
She kept herself from flinching as she felt his hands reach
out and slowly began to smear the margarine across her bottom.
Her ass began to shine as Auggie massaged her cheeks. His face
became red as he kneaded the globes.
The men all gathered around and watched closely as Auggie
worked on her bottom. He began to spread his fingers out with his
strokes to pull her bottom cheeks apart with his motion. He began to
run his thumbs along the inside of the cleft between her cheeks.
Kate opened her eyes in horror, and was shocked to see Jack
and the video camera. He had come around the other side of the counter
and was getting shots of her face as Auggie was mauling her ass. She
tried to ignore the camera, and what was happening behind her. Jack
moved along the counter keeping the camera on Kate's face the whole
time. He came all the way around again and zoomed in on Auggie's
hands.
Suddenly, Auggie couldn't help himself any longer, and he
slowly pushed his forefinger against Kate's asshole. He pushed the
greasy digit in.
"AARRGGG..." Kate let out a gasp, and her bottom cheeks
clenched instinctively, but otherwise, she didn't move. She was too
shocked.
"YEAHHHHHH," a chorus of male voices cheered.
Auggie slowly pulled the thick finger almost all the way out,
and then inserted it again. His red face began puff for air. He looked
as though he might have a heart attack at any moment.
Finally Auggie pulled his finger out of her ass. He stepped
back, and with the other men just stared for a moment at the gorgeous
sight in front of them. Kate's full bottom glistened.
"Very good, Kate," said Mike. "You're learning."
He picked up her panties and jeans and walked over to the sink
behind the counter. He turned on the water and ran her panties under
it.
"Okay," he said, "come on down."
Slowly the humiliated cheerleader lifted herself off of the
counter and spun around. She sat on the stool and leaned her head
forward, avoiding eye contact. Her luscious dark hair fell about her
face. She placed her hands demurely over her pubic bush.
Mike handed her the sopping wet panties.
"Go ahead and put these back on," he said.
Without looking up, she reached up and took the wet underwear.
She got down from the stool and stepped into them. She quickly drew
them up the length of her legs. Water dripped down her thighs.
"These too," said Mike, handing her the jeans.
She pulled the jeans on over the wet panties. She was totally
humiliated, and stood with her hair hanging down around her face.
"Well," said Mike, looking at Auggie. "I'd like to thank you
for your hospitality."
Auggie could hardly speak. He just stared at Kate. He nodded
his head.
"You guys can stop by anytime," said the first man from the
bathroom. "And you, honey, you're welcome ANYTIME."
The men all laughed.
Kate's mind was in a whirl as she slid into the backseat of
the car. Her sopping wet panties were dripping under her jeans.
Whatever else it did, the ice water had helped the burning of her now
twice spanked bottom. It didn't hurt nearly as much as her pride. Her
pride was devastated. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She
couldn't believe that some horrible, disgusting man had put his finger
in her bottom. It was the vilest and sickest thing she could imagine.
She had never heard of anything so shameful. She was numb.
Mike and Jack got in the back seat on either side of her. Ken
was going to drive again. She stared out the front windshield in front
of her, just below where the rearview mirror hung down.
She felt the car start up, and they pulled out of the parking
lot.
"I'll tell you where," said Mike.
Kate felt the eyes of the three guys who weren't driving on
her. She tried to concentrate on getting to the campsite and seeing
the other girls. This test had been her worst nightmare.
Mike, who was sitting on her right, slipped his left arm
around her shoulders. With his free hand he pulled her hair back
behind her, exposing the tops of her big breasts.
She could feel the stares.
"Now, Kate," said Mike, "I have a little confession to make."
She felt his hand gently stroke her hair. Slowly it began to
move down her neck. He began to stroke the skin along her collarbone.
She didn't move.
"You see," he continued, "we're not really going camping."
"Wha..." she turned her head to face him.
"Well," he looked her in the eye. "We WILL be taking a hike
together."
She heard the other guys start to snicker.
"AND," he continued with a sarcastic smile, "you're going to
have a chance to...sort of... get back to nature."
Laughter.
Tears welled up in Kate's eyes.
"Please..." she said. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"Please, hasn't this...Oh God...hasn't this been enough?"
Mike's hand slid down and covered her left breast. He gently
cupped it in his hand.
A sob came out of her mouth. "Oh my God, please..." she
repeated.
Mike reached his left hand over around from behind her
shoulder pulled back the bikini top from her left breast. With his
right hand he reached in and lifted it out of the top.
Tom leaned forward from the front seat to get a better look at
the exposed tit.
Kate resisted the temptation to reach up. She looked up out of
the corner of her eye out of the side window of the car at the traffic
going by. She blinked away the tears and watched several cars go by
without paying any attention to them. She hoped no one would look in.
Mike moved his hands over to her other breast, and pulled it
out.
All three guys stared at her nakedness.
Kate began to cry openly.
"You see," continued Mike. He went to her nipples and started
to roll them in his fingertips. Kate's chest started to heave in
nervous response. "The test is for the whole weekend, and each new
girl gets to be sort of like a personal "playmate" of the members of
the committee."
"Please, please stop..." she cried, "I can't...I just can't
take this..."
Mike tugged her nipples outward. They became hardened.
"Sure you can," he continued, staring down at her nipples.
"That's why we like to take pictures and videos."
She was so helpless. She just sat there crying with her hands
in her lap as he manipulated her breasts, and the others watched.
"You see," he continued, "aside from computers, video and
other multi-media is what I do."
Kate couldn't believe her ears.
"Ken," said Mike to the driver, "head for the Rainbow's End
Motel."
"Just think," said Mike, looking back at Kate. "you're going
to get a chance to be a model.".
