Breaking the Cheerleader

Jessica steadied herself on the metal bondage table in the center of the room. She was unsure if she'd be able to walk in them the entire night. She sighed, patting down the skirt of her outfit, and waited for the man to come get her.

Just then, she heard multiple different footsteps from upstairs. Two minutes later, she heard the scrape of metal against metal. The door was opened and the man came down the stairs. He looked Jessica up and down and nodded in approval.

Then he got close to her, grabbing her by the back of the neck and nearly throwing her off balance. "You will be on your best behavior for my friends," he growled into her ear. "Anything that they want you will bring to them. When you get upstairs you will find a tray on the counter. Take that into the dining area and ask them if they would like food or drinks."

The man released Jessica's neck and stared into her scared blue eyes. "Do not disappoint me."

The man walked back up the stairs and Jessica followed as quickly as she could in her heels. When she reached the top, the man had already disappeared into the dining room. Jessica stood there, surveying the kitchen briefly before spotting a cheap looking metal tray on the counter.

During her imprisonment, Jessica had been allowed upstairs more and more frequently to better please her Master. Some mornings she would be forced to cook breakfast. Others, her Master would require a massage on the couch or a foot rub when he was watching TV. But, each time, she would be constantly reminded that the doors were locked and required a key, even from the inside. And, if she managed to get outside, he WOULD catch her and the punishment would last for days. The words 'beaten to a pulp' flashed through Jessica's mind and she made the conscious decision to please her Master as much as she could. His punishments were...severe.

She grabbed the tray, tucking it under her arm as she continued through the doorway to enter the dining room. There were four men, seated around a round table. Each had a stack of chips in front of them. And all of them turned to stare at her as she entered.

Two of them were rather large and unattractive. They leered at her, making no effort to hide their stares at her legs and cleavage. The other was built similarly to her Master. He was broad shouldered and wore a t-shirt and jeans. One of the men whistled as she came into view. Another leaned toward her Master and said, "Shit man. I know you mentioned she was a cheerleader but she's fuckin' hot."

Jessica's cheeks grew red and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. But, she took a deep breath and did her best to compose herself as her Master looked at her expectantly, playing with the small remote in his hands.

"U-um...Excuse m-me sirs," Jessica stammered out. "C-can I get you anything to drink?"

One of the men laughed loudly, and patted her Master on the back, complementing his training. Another man told him, with a smile, that it was unfair to play poker now and that they'd be distracted the entire night.

Once the men calmed down, they each ordered a beer. Jessica turned to go get the beverages, and her skirt flipped up slightly, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. One of the men whistled again and Jessica felt her cheeks getting red from embarrassment. She left the room as fast as she could wearing the high heels, the shoes clicking against the hard floor as she walked.

Jessica stood, steading herself against the counter next to the refrigerator. She placed the tray down and used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes, trying to get rid of the tears that were forming. She inhaled deeply and straightened her back, resolving to not break down in front of the men. She could get through this.

She opened the fridge and grabbed four bottles of beer that were inside. It took her a moment to find the bottle opener, and she nearly fell trying to open the first bottle. But, after a lot of struggling, she had the four open bottles placed on the tray with four empty glasses. She sighed, picking up the tray, holding it rather unprofessionally with two hands in front of her and put a forced smile on her face as she went back into the poker room.

All the heads turned to look at her as she entered, carrying the tray in front of her. Jessica felt the redness return to her cheeks, but she made her way to the table, resting one side of the tray on the table and holding the other with her hand, as to not disturb the game.

As fast as she could with her free right hand, Jessica placed the four empty glasses in front of the men. Then, one by one, she began to fill the glasses. The man on her right, the rather well built one, began running his hand up and down her thigh as she poured his glass first. Jessica's hand began to shake as his hand began to near her pussy, but she knew better than to argue.

He slowly began to stroke her pussy as she started filling the other glasses around the table. Although Jessica was completely embarrassed and upset by her appearance and her situation, she couldn't help but get turned on from all the attention, specifically toward her pussy. This fact was not lost on the table.

The man who was rubbing her turned to her Master and said, "You didn't lie. She's a total slut too. She's already starting to get wet."

He nodded. "Yeah. She denies enjoying this treatment but it always seems to turn her on. Just wait until she starts sucking us off from under the table."

Jessica was doing her best to fill the last glass. However, at that last comment, her hand slipped, and she spilled some beer on the table and on the man's lap. Jessica began apologizing profusely.

"O-oh sir. I'm so sorry! Please let me-"

But she didn't get to finish. Her master cut over her, saying, "Here boys. You want to learn how I trained her so well? The first lesson is that whenever she messes up or fails to please me, I will punish her every time without fail."

Jessica had barely enough time to grab onto the sides of the table before her collar beeped and a shock was sent through her body. She fell slightly, but managed to stay upright, whimpering out in pain.

Her master addressed her. "Did my slave deserve punishment?"

"Y-yes," Jessica replied, keeping her eyes focused on the ground. "Your slave needed to be punished for her mistake."

Her master smiled at the table. "See? Now she will be sure not to do it again."

He continued, directing his comments at her. "Slave, now I expect you to get a towel and clean off the table and his pants. Go!"

Jessica jumped at the order, and scurried off, nearly forgetting the tray with the empty bottles. She set it down and grabbed a handful of napkins from the counter. She returned as fast as she could, using half of them to mop up the spill on the table. She used the other half to begin patting down the wet spot on the man's crotch.

"Get down on your knees while you do it," her master commanded, and Jessica quickly obeyed.

She could feel the man's cock hardening as her delicate hands began patting at the wet spot that she caused. The man let out a sigh of pleasure as she continued, remarking to the table, "She sure as hell is being thorough. I don't think she can control herself when she feels a cock."

Jessica felt her body tense and her cheeks flush again. But she continued trying to dry the spot as much as she could to avoid future punishment.

The man began running his fingers through her hair as she started using the last napkin on his crotch. She could feel his cock completely hard in his pants, knowing it was just a matter of time before she would be choking on it. As she finished up, she tried to rise, but the man pushed her roughly back down to her knees.

"I think you missed a spot inside the pants. You better unbutton them to check."

There was a pause around the table. Jessica's hands shook nervously as she began to unbutton the man's pants. As soon as she undid the zipper, he stood abruptly, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. His cock sprung forward, and is sit back down, grinning at Jessica.

"Well?" He said. "Aren't you going to check if it's wet?"

She reached out her hand slowly, and began rubbing his cock. It felt warm in her hands, and the man sat back and put his hands behind his head.

"How the hell can I get my own sex slave? Can I buy her from you?"

Her Master laughed and shook his head. "You'll have to abduct your own cheer slut. It's a lot of work, but lemme tell you. It's worth it."

"Oh I can see that!" The man looked back down at Jessica. "Well, little slut. Let's see how well you can take a cock."

He stood up from the table, forcefully pulling her to the center of the dining room, skinning her knees on the tile. He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her head back and her eyes upward to gaze into his.

"Now, open wide. Let me see how deep I can get this into your throat."

Jessica couldn't control herself as a tear began to roll down her cheek. But she opened her mouth. Her master had trained her to take dildos down into her throat. It still made her gag slightly, but she was working on getting past it. But she knew if she didn't do her best to please this man, she would be shocked again and again and locked back downstairs to await more punishment.

So Jessica leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and relaxing her throat, and took the cock deep inside of her. The man moaned out in pleasure as he entered her mouth. As she began to deepthroat, she gagged slightly, but pushed through to get his entire length into her mouth.

The man grabbed her by the head and began to control the blowjob. He directed her to remain on his cock until she started pulling away, which he let her do. Jessica gasped for air, tears running down her cheeks and saliva dripping down onto the floor. But the man pulled her close and entered her throat again.

He began to fuck her mouth, moaning out about how it was the best blowjob he has ever gotten. The other men at the table were cheering him on, telling him how to further degrade the worthless slut in front of him. Jessica kneeled there, gagging on the cock and gasping for air when she could. Her only thought was of avoiding future punishment from her master. But she couldn't control the fact that her pussy was starting to get wet.

Soon enough, the man pulled Jessica's mouth down onto his cock for the last time, and she felt his warm cum shoot into her throat, causing her to cough and struggle slightly. The man relaxed his hold, taking two steps back, and allowing Jessica to fall onto her hands and knees gasping and coughing.

He returned to the table, saying, "So, who's next with the slut?"

Jessica managed to right herself back to her knees when she saw the other fat man get up from the table and walk in front of her. He dropped his pants to the floor, revealing that he was hard from her last performance.

"Take it," was all he said.

Jessica obediently opened her mouth and took the cock all the way back into her throat as she had been trained. This blowjob proceeded just like the last one, with perhaps a little less coughing and gagging. Jessica allowed herself to be directed by the strong hands of the man in front of her, bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

She obediently allowed him to cum deep into her throat as she was forced down onto his cock for the last time. Again she fell to her hands and knees coughing. The man looked down at her smugly and complimented her Master on his ability to train such a slut.

The last man - the one that looked most like her Master - leaned in and whispered something to him. Her master nodded, saying "Yes, but do it downstairs on the mattress."

The man got up, taking Jessica by the arm and helped her to her feet. One of her knees was bleeding slightly and a bit of saliva dripped from her chin onto the floor. Unfazed, the man tightened his grip on her and led her back down to the basement. Jessica struggled slightly walking down the stairs with this man pushing her ahead of him, but she made it down without falling. He led her to the dirty mattress in the corner, and he pushed her forward, causing Jessica to lose her balance and fall face first onto the hard mattress.

She didn't struggle or even turn around as she heard the man unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the ground. She knew what would happen next.

Without warning, the man thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Jessica squealed out loudly in pain and shock. The man continued to thrust his cock into her, saying in a deep voice, "It's lucky you're such a slut and you're already wet, or else that would have really hurt."

He reached around, grabbing the back of her neck with his strong hand. He began to push her face roughly into the hard mattress, making it difficult to breathe and causing Jessica to struggle slightly to gasp for air. The man placed his other hand on her hips and used it to fuck her forcefully, causing her already skinned knee to burn as it moved with the jerking motion.

But, over the course of her training, Jessica had only been able to orgasm through rough treatment. And the way that this man fucked her helpless pussy reminded her of her master. And, without any control over it, Jessica could feel herself getting more wet and turned on.

There was a loud smack as the man slapped Jessica's ass, causing her to yelp in pain. He leaned in, asking, "Did you like that, you dirty slut?"

She didn't respond, so the man did it again, slapping her harder. "I said, DID YOU LIKE THAT YOU DIRTY SLUT?" He roared out at her.

"Y-yes! I like it! I'm - oh! - I'm your dirty s-slut!" Jessica stammered back as the man continued fucking her roughly.

He began pulling at her hair, causing Jessica's neck to bend back and allowing him to control the movement of her body. He began pulling her in an even rhythm, causing her to move towards the man with each thrust.

Suddenly and without warning, the man pushed Jessica off his cock and down onto the dirty mattress. He roughly flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, and he began stroking his cock furiously. He moaned out and came, covering Jessica's face and breasts in his warm cum.

The man exhaled, enjoying his orgasm. He used his thumb to wipe a streak of his cum off of Jessica's face. He forced his thumb into her mouth and make sure she sucked it clean. Then, without a word, he got up, put his pants back on, and went back upstairs. She heard the scrape of metal against metal as she was locked back into the basement.

***

Jessica heard the scrape of metal against metal and the door to the basement was thrown open. She heard the stomp of boots coming down the stairs, but she remained facing the wall.

She was still dressed in the french maid outfit (or what was left of it after her rough treatment), and she could feel the dried cum sticking to her face and breasts. The shoes were next to the bed, one of the heels broken from the rough fucking a couple of hours ago. She was sobbing to herself silently when her Master approached the old mattress.

Without a word, he picked her up and took her upstairs. They went through the door that she hadn't been allowed in before: the door to her Master's bedroom. She picked up her head, tears still flowing down her cheeks, as he took her into the bedroom. Here, he stood her up, barefoot on the tile of his private bathroom. He took off the shock collar and placed it on the counter.

He pointed at the shower and commanded, "Get in and clean yourself."

Jessica began to wash her body, mentally and emotionally exhausted from her previous treatment. Her pussy still throbbed from the rough fucking, and her throat felt sore. But she dutifully washed her body with soap and her hair with shampoo. She rinsed it all off, and as she stepped out of the shower, her Master came back into the room. He handed her a warm towel, fresh from the dryer, and commanded that she dry herself off.

Next he led her into his bedroom and told her to get in, under the sheets. She followed his instructions, and he climbed in, also naked, and laid there spooning her. Completely exhausted from her day, Jessica let herself fall to sleep in the arms of her Master.

***

The man smiled as his cute little cheerleader pet made his breakfast. It had been, what, over a year since she had been abducted from the party? She stood at the stove, making scrambled eggs and bacon like she had every other day that week. Jessica - or Jess, as Master liked to call her - was dressed in her tight, form fitting cheer uniform. She still wore the shock collar on her neck, though it was more symbolic than anything. It had been weeks since she had disappointed Master enough to present herself for punishment.

Jess placed the eggs and bacon onto two plates, bringing them to the table. She knelt before her Master, asking, "Would Master like me to suck him off before breakfast."

The man nodded, and he began eating as the little cheer slut began bobbing up and down on his erect cock.

After he came into her mouth, she smiled up at him, completely happy, and having forgotten her past life.