Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

Before Dave rammed his massive foot-long, wrist-thick prick up Barbie's tiny twat, he used a hairdryer on the dripping fuck-box until it was bone dry. Unlike Gary and Pat who had grasped her hips to steady her as they fucked her, Dave instead locked his large burly hands around her pin-cushioned breasts, as he plowing his massive fuck-rod into her fuck-box.

After servicing the three ringleaders with her cunt and mouth, Barbie spent the rest of the night and the next morning milking cocks with her cunt, sucking, licking cocks and balls with her mouth for the remainder of the Academy boy's who were in on her kidnapping. On the svelte, young cheerleader's, forth day of captivity, she was taught how to use her poop-chute to milk the male's fuck-rod.

On Barbie's fifth day she spent the school hours on the exercise-cycle with her tits and clit being yanked and stretched, drilling her pussy and asshole as she pedaled to keep the harsh bite of the electricity from eating her, while the boy's took the S.A.T. test.

After being released from the cycle they had her perform a lewd lap dance. Unlike a night club dancer, who only rubbed up against her customer Barbie rotated Dave's massive cock through her three fucked holes, as she stripped out of the skin-tight rubber suit. Her sleek sweat covered skin glistened and light sparkled off the heads of the numerous straight pins that were embedded through out her svelte, young body. Dave's huge hands mauled her slim body crushing the pins into her. When Dave exploded his load of jism up her ass, Barbie was passed to Pat. She continued to dance lewdly as Pat's rock-hard fuck-rod penetrated her fuck-holes, as she squeezed back into the rubber suit. Throughout the night Barbie performed her lewd dancing, as she alternated between striping off the skin-tight rubber suit and donning it, as she used her three fuck-holed to milk jism from the Academy boys fuck-rods.

On the morning of sixth day of Barbie's enslavement, was allowed to stop dancing and sit. Though it didn't take the tormented cheerleader long for her to wish that she were once again dancing.

The nude, strait-pin adorned, cheerleader was forced to straddle a sawhorse. Her legs were pulled at right angles until they were cleared of the floor then secured. Her arms were tied behind her at the wrist and elbows, then her wrist hoisted up towards the ceiling forcing her to lean forward. Within fifteen minutes of being left alone sitting in the darken basement, Barbie was howling in pure agony, as the set up caused Barbie's entire body weight to crush down on the narrow edge of the sawhorse that was digging into her pussy slit and clit. The svelte, young cheerleader sat howling in agony, in the pitch-black basement, as her captors comfortably sat in the Academy's lecture hall, listening to a lecture on "The ethical treatment of noncombatants in the modern combat zone".

After the school day ended, Gary, Pat and Dave strolled into the basement with spring gleeful steps. "Afternoon Barbie-slut," Dave giggled as he mauled her pincushion breasts. "Are we ready to get to work?"

"Yes! Dear God, yes! I will do anything you want, Dave! Just please let me off this board! Please Dave, please!" the sobbing cheerleader answered hoarsely. She flopped to the basement floor in a heap, after the three boys remove the lines holding her legs and wrist stretched out. Barbie laid on her side writhing in agony. She wrenched her bound hands around to her front and gently began to massage her throbbing clit and pussy. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaarrrgggeee!" Barbie howled as Gary kicked her pincushion breasts.

"Barbie-sleaze you weren't given permission to play with that nasty little clitty!" Gary snarled as he continued to kick Barbie's breasts.

Barbie snapped her bound arms behind her back, as she whimpered, "I'm sorry, Gary! I won't do it anymore, I promise! Please stop kicking my poor breasts, please Gary!"

"I'll stop when I'm good and ready, Barbie-sleaze!" growled Gary as he kicked her breasts even harder. "Ugh! Look at this mess you've made out of the basement." The tortured cheerleader looked around the basement. Jism, pussy cream, piss, shit, sweat, and blood was everywhere. "You're to use that slutty tongue in that mealy mouth of yours until this basement is spotless. Or you can sit back up here," Gary patted the sawhorse that Barbie had spent the morning on, "for the rest of the day," Gary snapped as he stopped kicking her breasts.

With her arms still bound tightly behind her at her wrist and elbows, Barbie scrambled to her knees and started licking the gunk off the basement floor. As she licked up jism Dave dropped behind her and corn-holed her poop-chute. While she licked the basement floor and flexed her asshole muscles around Dave's massive prick that was reaming her ass, Dave slowly twisted and rocked the strait pins that were adorning her slim, sexy body, as he pulled them out. By the time that Dave, Pat and Gary had dump their jism into each of Barbie's three fuck-holes, all of the strait pins had been removed from her body. Only the two long needles that were speared through the base of her nipples remained. Tiny dots of blood speckled the cheerleader's lean, sexy, svelte, young body.

Barbie spent the rest of the day, the night and all of the next day licking the basement clean, while boy after boy spewed their jism into her. The only time that Barbie stopped her licking of the basement was to service the cock and balls of any of the Academy boys who wanted the mouth service.

The boys on the Eastport football team were heading out of the school's locker room, after practice. It was the night before the big game against Rener's Military Academy, and they had gone through an especially hard practice. The coach wanted them to be ready, and he sent them home with strict order to go strait home and hit the sack. To get a good night of restful sleep an be back in the locker room for suit up and a last strategy section at ten in the morning.

But neither they nor the coach had expected Barbie Shields to be standing in the parking lot behind the school, waiting for them.

"Well hello there," Barbie said her voice low and sweet. She was wearing skintight jeans and a frilly black bra. None of the boys could believe what they were seeing. "My, my if its isn't the big, bad Eastport Bulls."

"Where have you been all week, Barbie?" one of the boys asked uncertainly.

"I've bee getting something ready for the team," Barbie cooed, moving her hands slowly up her thighs, over her hips, onto curves of her waist and then over her pert, upthrust tits. "Something real special to thank you guys for all of the great games you've played."

It had been over a week since the boys from Rener's Military Academy had grabbed her. During the last couple days of her stay with the Academy boys was nothing but constant fucking of her three holes as her four days of torture had a chance to heal. Last night just before midnight Gary, Pat and Dave had allowed her to crawl onto the dirty, thin mattress and for over eleven hours of blissful uninterrupted slumber. After Gary woke her, he, Pat and Dave scrubbed her clean. She practical melted away as the warm soothing, soapy water cascaded over her body from the showerhead. And the gentle massages the three boys gave her as the clean her body. After she fixed her hair and applied make-up, Gary handed her the clothes that she now wore. The first real clothes that she has worn in almost a week.

After a week of special training under the three evil cadets, Barbie was certain that she was well beyond shame. But putting herself on display for her old schoolmates was doing it. These were guys who had been her friends, who she and her girlfriends had gone out on dates with. The guys that every week she cheered for as they played their football games. She knew that once she was done taking on the football team that her life at Eastport was over. She had to squeeze back tears as she flashed them an obscene, inviting smile.