Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Ch. 07

Soon they were pulling out of the restaurant parking lot and finally on their way to Trish's house for the slumber party. When they arrived, Simons found a car already waiting at the front of the house. The car was rather beat up and a few years old. As they got closer, she could make out a woman sitting behind the wheel, a blank, lost expression on her face. Simons realized who it was. This woman had been a big supporter of Miss Simons when she was still the coach. The reason was quite simple. At the time her daughter had been the captain of the squad, but now...

Jessica parked along side the other car and as Sasha sprinted towards the front door, the former coach approached the spacey woman.

"Um....Hello Mrs Lowenstien, everything alright with you?"

Cindy Lowenstien looked up with the same far away stare and said nothing. Simons could tell this woman had just recently undergone a big experience in her life.

"Are you ok? Do you need any help?"

Slowly Cindy nodded.

"OK, um...for what? What do you need?"

"Please....save me!"

"From what?"

"my...my...self!"

"I don't understand? Save you from yourself Mrs Lowenstien?"

"I...I cant stop it! Stop her! Every time all I can do is....PLEASE HELP ME!", said Cindy, suddenly waking up from her trance and looking panicked, "

"What? Who? What's the problem?"

Suddenly Cindy looked down and saw the what was hidden behind Miss Simon's coat, which had parted in the light wind. Her eyes scanned over the tiny uniform top which stretched tenuously over pink colored tits. Below was an athletic but non-youthful stomach, and lower even still was the tiniest cheerleading skirt ever worn by a middle aged woman.

As Jessica's face turned the same color as her tits, Cindy turned her head away, back towards the front of the car and sighed. "I'm sorry. You cant help me after all."

Miss Simons knew immediately what had happened to the wife and mother before her. "You've...fallen to...haven't you?" Cindy nodded. "Who is she?"

"She is my maid...WAS my maid. I belong to her now. I don't know why I can't say no to her, or why I feel the way I do. Ever since Trish made me admit my weakness all I can do is crawl at my maid's command."

Mrs Lowenstien looked with pity at the once in control wealthy woman as she sat in the worn out old car.

"That little black girl you came with...is she your Mistress to?" Simons nodded. "A bit young isn't she?" Again Simons shamefully nodded while Cindy looked back down at the coat. "Open it up for me. Let me see."

Miss Simons remained still for only a moment before drawing back the heavy coat, allowing Cindy's eyes to roam free.

"You're not their coach any more are you?"

Jessica nodded no. Without another words Mrs Lowentstien reached out the car window and lifted the front of the micro cheering skirt and stared at the sticky pink frosty pussy behind it. Simons stood perfectly still as Cindy moved her hand past the skirt and slide a curved index finger along the former coach's wet sex. "Just like mine I see. I don't know why I'm always so aroused. I cant stop leaking at all times. Every moment I realize what's happened to me I get so dame....

"Horny", whispered Jessica.

"I guess we're just bitches now aren't we Miss Simons?"

Jessica simply nodded as she stood there in the open drive way holding her protective coat open, the whole time Cindy continuing to absent mindedly slide her index finger up and down Miss Simon's warm moist lips.

Mrs Lowenstien soon pulled her hand away, wiping the liquid from her finger on Simon's skirt before turning her attention back towards Trish's house.

"Miss Simons, do me a favor. Please tell Trish's mother that I need to go back home to my maid....I mean my Mistress....and to please come out soon!"

Simons agreed, covering herself back up, and made her way towards the front door. Ringing the bell, a woman appeared on the other side, the site of which had Simons jaws drop. Miss Simons wasn't surprised at who it was that answered but rather at her appearance. Jennifer stood there before her, dressed only in a french maid apron and black high heels and sporting a set of red pained tits. Simons could just make out the hand patterns and couldn't help but stare at them as Jessica greeted her unpleasantly at the door.

"oh...its you. The rest of them are upstairs. I suppose I'll take your coat..." It was at that moment Simons could hear an angry woman's voice booming from somewhere inside the house. A fearful shutter went through the woman an instant later as she instinctually exhaled and delicately brought her arms to cover her chest.

"I...broke a plate..." Jessica nodded with the smallest of smirks as Jennifer dashed deeper into the house calling out "Coming my Mistress!", her white naked behind jiggling all the way. The two women had been at odds since their introduction at Simons first Natural Dominance party a few months back, and she was shamefully happy to see Jennifer in such a state.

Letting herself inside she closed the door just in time to hear her Mistress, "There you are, where the FUCK have you been?", demanded an arms folding Sasha at the top of the stairs. "Get your white ass up here NOW!"

"Yes my Mistress!" Chimed Miss Simons, suddenly not feeling nearly as smug as she had a moment ago.

"And leave that coat in the closet, honestly I don't know why you keep trying to hide your knew position on the squad!"

For the first time since leaving her own home, Simons completely removed the heavy coat and hung it in the closet so that she was now only in her skimpy cheerleading uniform. In another short moment she was dashing up the stairs to her foot stomping impatient black Mistress. Just as she reached the top of the stairs she could faintly hear the sounds of torment coming from somewhere downstairs in the form of a hard slap and a sobbing yelp, "I'm sorry Mistress please...."

Upstairs Simons followed Sasha down the hall towards Trish's room. Upon entering it, Simons was treated to a pair of her most favorite breasts in the whole world. Trish, her reason for living, was lying royally on her bed, her back held up slightly against the backboard. She was topless, which allowed for the two naked white teens laying on either side of her to suckle gently upon each of her amazing nipples. On the right one was Amber, an equally amazing specimen of a young woman, virtually flawless and athletic. She had one hand gently cupping the dark breast as she sucked and licked the nipple like it was the nectar of life. Opposite her was a girl Simons was unfamiliar with. She definitely was not one of the current white girls of the squad and it appeared that she was quite inexperienced. She was fumbling around with Trish's left breast a little too uncaring for the goddess's taste and was awkwardly dabbing her tongue against the nipple. The girl's eyes were glued the whole time on Amber as if trying to mimic her technique with little success.

Trish herself had her eyes closed, with a overall look of pleasure on her face. Sasha was already sitting down at the computer desk against the wall of the room when she alerted Trish of their presence, "I found her standing at the door. Stupid bitch thinks she needs orders for everything like a lame dog!"

Trish opened her eyes and looked upon Simons for the first time today, immediately making the older white woman's knees wobbly. "Nice tits Miss S, what did you do to them?"

"She tit-fucked a clown!", laughed Sahsa. Trish snorted as well, looking at the strawberry stains.

"So tell me clown fucker, you ready for your first cheerleading slumber party of the new administration?"

Simons nodded cautiously at Trish. She had visited previous year's slumber parties, when they were innocent white girl only events. Now she couldn't even think about what lay in store for her and her fellow white cheerleaders.

"Miss Simons, you do remember Katty don't you?" Jessica gave a confused look as the young girl opposite Amber lifted her face off of the brown breast and turned towards Simons. Suddenly she was under the gaze of the nastiest stare she had ever received. Such a vicious look it was, that it actually set off goose bumps along her arms. Now Miss Simons remembered EXACTLY who this young girl was.

"Well she remembers you! Remembers the day she had to be thrown off the squad so you'd have the spot. You weren't too happy about that experience were you Katty?" Katty shook her head in agreement. She did not look happy at all. "She's here trying to get a second chance back into the squad. I think she wants to take back her uniform that your wearing, that is if you haven't stretched it out?"

"I...", Simons began, "don't want to...give it back...I want to be a cheerleader...your cheerleader!"

Katty turned to gave Trish a pleading look who acknowledged her by patting her on the head, then pushing it down back to her saliva coated left nipple.

"Oh I know you do Miss S. You want to be the best cheerleader ever just to make me happy!"

"More than anything!" Professed Simons as she sunk to her knees, her tiny skirt riding up exposing her vagina in the process.

"Get up you silly thing. I'm not kicking you off the squad any time soon! Katty has other ideas for you to make it up to her. In the meantime I want you to go downstairs and fetch Party Toy from the basement. She needs to go in the trunk of Mrs Lowenstien's new car. But first make sure that she's ready before you take her up. Sasha, go with her and show her what to do, she's bound to fuck things up!"

A reluctant Sasha turned away from the computer and escorted Simons out the room towards the stairs. As they reach the entrance to the basement door, Miss Simons hesitated slightly. A real sense of fear was overwhelming her. Party Toy represented the final act of Natural Dominance and it scared the coach deeply. True Miss Simons was a virtual slave to her former black cheerleaders, but she still had her home and some of her freedom. The white woman who lived past this basement door had none of that, giving up her career and her sexuality to live the life of a white slave. Simons shivered as she recalled how willing she was to do the same exact thing in her day dream a few hours ago.

Sasha opened the door and together they peered into the darkness below. Turning on the switch next to the door illuminated the long set of stairs leading to the cold room. Slowly Simons followed Sasha down them until they reached the bottom. Along the walls were different assortments of paddle, whips, collars, and a few things Miss Simons had no idea what they were. Then, against the far corner of the room Simons saw it, the cage. It was nothing fancy, though it was quite large, probably meant for a very large dog. Trish and her mother weren't very wealthy people so why should they spoil their white slave?

Lying asleep on at the center of it was a pale young woman, her white bald head shining the rooms two light bulbs back into the coach's eyes. As the two of them approached her, the woman in the cage began to stir, raising her head off its floor and blinking at them. Sasha unlocked the cage and held it open as the woman crawled out from inside it. Sasha crudely ran her hand along the top of her bald head, as if to check something.

"Too much stubble, she needs to be shaved. Grab the electric shaver on the table over there." Simons looked around for a moment before spotting it. Picking it up she made to give it to her Mistress, "No I don't think so. I'll tell you exactly what to do. First shave her head with it. When that's done, make sure her eye brows are taken care of. Finally, have her lay on her back and spread her legs so you can clean up her crack. When she's all smooth only then I'll collar and leash her. Now hurry up, I don't want to waste all my time taking care of this thing!"

Simons looked down at the woman who was looking right back up, expecting a command of some sort.

"You have to tell her what you want coachy, that's what slaves do. She's even lower than you, so tell her to kneel before you so you can shave her egg head!"

"I...you should kneel...right here" Simons stumbled over her words, not sounding commanding at all. Never the less Party Toy crawled up to the adult cheerleader and kneeled before her, placing her arms behind her back and spreading her knees to present her sex. "Tilt your head to me...please..." Dutifully Toy bent forward slightly and Simons turned the shaver on. The loud buzzing noise echoed around the room as she brought it up against Toy's stubbled head and with trepidation began dragging it across. Bit by bit the stubble was removed. It felt so unreal to the coach as she did her trimming duties, as if this were not a human being but an animal. As if the head she was shaving had no brain in it. Just an obeying, eating....toy!

"Now tell her to look up at you so you can shave her eyebrows." Miss Simons had been running her hand over a completely smooth scalp when given the command and she in turn commanded Toy, who looked up at her with an expressionless face. Gently she began shaving the stubble above Toy's eyes. Simons couldn't help but think of the Mona Lisa as she did this task.

"Ok, thats enough, now up her crack. Have her lay down on her back and lift her legs up and open."

Simons commanded the young woman into the proper position. It truly amazed her that this slave was so utterly and totally compliant. Not a hint of hesitation or resistance. Did she really find pleasure in this sort of servitude? As Simons lowered the shaver to Toy's delicate labias, she found herself recalling her daydream again. Herself kneeling before Trish, handing a pair of scissors to her, and offering her own head of hair as an offering to become her exclusive Party Toy. Suddenly it didn't feel quite so much like a dream. Would she...could she really do it?

Faster than she had thought, she had finished shaving up and down Toy's vaginal/butt track. Simons then stood back as Sasha inspected her handy work, examining the 'Toy' as if she were a cow about to be sold off to slaughter, all she needed were the cow patches.

"She looks decent enough. Most those women don't care if she's perfect, as long as she can satisfy them all without tiring." With that she gave the toy a quick slap to the butt, eliciting a quick squeal from the young woman. "Get her leashed and collared, then bring her upstairs and wait by the front door while I tell Amber's mom to pop open the trunk."

As Simons reached up for the leash and collar on the wall Sasha darted upstairs and out the basement door.

"Please....help me..."

Simons froze on the spot, a leash in her left hand and a collar in her right as she still faced the wall. Slowly she turned around...

Kneeling there on the floor was the only other person in the room. Staring back at her were two big black watery eyes.

"Please...rescue me...I'm trapped..." Tears were now running down the creature's cheeks, her voice now choking up. Instinctively Simons dropped to her knees and held the slave's head with one hand, dropping the leash and collar.

"What do you mean help you? Trapped? But I thought...you wanted..."

"I...I...cant stop it...I can't stop it...I can't stop it.... "

Simons held her finger to Toy's lips and hushed her, "Cant stop what?"

"They tell me its in my genes. That its my destiny to serve them, to be kept down here, to be their....but I don't want to be a white slave...I want to be free!"

Simons looked back at her speechless. This was the same thing Mrs Lowenstien had been telling her.

"I want to go back home, to my fiancé, to Law School, to my life! But every time they tell me to kiss their shoes, lick their clits, or fetch the whip my mind shuts down, my pussy becomes wet, and my life becomes theirs. You have to help me get out of here, please you have to hel..."

Suddenly Toy became very quiet, her face turning even whiter than before and her eyes cast down submissively. Simons quickly turned around and became a few shades whiter herself.

"Why the FUCK are you two still down here??? Didn't I tell your sorry white ass to get that bitch upstairs and by the door?" Sasha stormed across the room and slapped her former cheerleading coach hard across the face, sending the kneeling older woman down onto the cold floor. Simons immediately looked up into Toy's eyes. Simons could just make out the breath of hopelessness leaving the white slave.

"Get up you useless cunt and put that dame leash on her NOW."

Under her demanding little Mistress's eyes, Simons fastened the collar around Toy's neck as fast as she possibly could, apologizing the whole time. Literally in seconds she was handing the leash to a steamed young black girl who roughly yanked it, causing Toy to fall forward onto her face. Not skipping a beat Sahsa dragged the struggling crawling white animal up the stairs, Simons following regretfully behind them.

First Mrs Lowentstien, and now this young woman had called out for help to her. Why? What could she do, as another genetically submissive white woman to help them? She was bound to serve these black women just like they were. What made her so different in their eyes?

Once at the front door Simons expected Sasha to attempt to cover up Toy's naked pale body, but to her latest horror she simply walked right out the door. Simons glanced around praying no one would be outside to witness this absurd spectacle. Her prayers were answered as they moved swiftly towards the parked car. In a lower class neighborhood like this one, not too many people seemed to be out and about.

Sasha approached the open trunk and waited as Toy climbed into it, laying herself into a semi ball. Just as Sahsa began to lower the trunk door Simon's eyes caught the young woman's, another tear in mid roll down her cheek. Sasha slammed the trunk closed and marched back into the house without another word. Simons waited till Sasha had disappeared before lowering her face to the trunk door whispering, "I'm sorry." She could just make out a soft sob on the other side.

"You didn't forget to tell her to come out now did you?"

Simons looked up and stared blankly at Mrs Lowenstien. Suddenly she remembered about Trish's mom and how she DIDNT tell her to come outside to the car. All she could do was bite her lip.

"Ugh! I expect that kind of crap from these blacks, but you? A white woman? Your becoming just as stupid as they are. If I had a nickel for every time...."

Mrs Lowenstien suddenly glanced down to her side and the blood drained from her overheated face. Quickly she picked up the ringing cell phone and brought it to her worried face. "Yes Mistress Zamora, what can your white slave do for you? Um...excuse me, sorry Mistress you are right. What can your USELESS white slave CUNT do for you?" Jessica could see the wealthy wife and mother cringing her teeth as she spoke, clearly hating every syllable of her speech.

"You're white cunt slave is still waiting for Trish's mother to arrive. Yes I know your party is starting soon. No the guests wont be pleased if we arrive late. Yes I am a stupid bimbo but...well...yes...I am playing with myself...I don't know why...yes I'll stop right away Mistress Zamora....and will make sure this useless white slave cunt arrives on time for the party. Bye Mistress!"

Mrs Lowenstien placed the phone down and looked pathetically up at Simons. "Please, just go and tell her to come outside. Before my Mistress makes my life a living hell!"

Simons nodded, turned around and marched back towards the house, already forgetting about the quietly sobbing creature in the car trunk. Just as she arrived on the porch, two more cars begin pulling into the drive way. Instinctively she dashed into the house and closed the door. An overwhelming sense of worry filled her as she wondered if the parents inside the cars had seen her dressed this way. For some reason Simons still held onto that last bit of self respect, where the parents of the cheerleaders could still believe she was in charge and in control. If they only knew how much she wasn't.