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Hellcats: Blackmailing a Cheerleader	By : Perversity Category: G through L > Hellcats Views: 10882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It may be a surprise to some, but I do in fact have a normal, everyday life. I watch television, play videogames, go to the gym, spend time with friends and family etc. It’s not like I have a hidden closet in my room full of whips and bondage gear, although I do have some toys just in case. I learned many years ago that I didn’t need to live a life of depravity to experience it.
Although it may be hard to believe, I’m actually a pretty nice guy, and a hopeless romantic. I grew up in a small town in Arkansas with two loving parents and five siblings. I know, hearing that must be a terrible disappointment. I didn’t come from a broken home or a life of drugs and abuse, as the stereotype would lead you to assume.
On the outside I seem like a perfectly normal, likeable guy, while on the inside I have a perverse streak a mile wide. I don’t feel at all sorry for the women I blackmail, mostly because I have no intention of actually causing them harm, but also because they wouldn’t be a victim if they hadn’t done something bad enough to hide.
So I don’t feel bad at all when Marti slinks into my office just minutes after the time I told her to. She had obviously been stalling as long as possible, which leads me to believe she hasn’t thought of a way out of this yet. Truth be told, I don’t really mind that she’s a little late, it gives me options, but my word should be law to her and she needs to know that.
Immediately as the door clicks shut behind her, I close the distance between us and press my lips against hers in a demanding kiss. I wrap my harms around her and hold her in place when her hands shoot up to my shoulders to push me away. I press my body against hers, her breasts flattening against my chest, and back her up against the door, effectively cutting off any further attempts to push me away.
When she tries to turn away, I slide my hands up to her face and keep her still, forcing her to react to the kiss. She returns the kiss with evident reluctance, but it’s enough for the time being. I remember how her lips felt on my dick, but just now I notice how soft they are. I bet she’s a damn good kisser when she’s enthusiastic about it.
She tensed up when I pressed my lips against hers, but she noticeably relaxes after the first ten seconds or so, her body pressing less against the door and more against me. Marti is a very fit young woman, so her body just kind of fits against mine, and every curve rests against my form. Unfortunately, she’s not wearing her cheerleader uniform today, instead wearing a gray Lancer University top that exposes her toned stomach, and a black skirt they used during practice.
I have to admit, she looks sexy as hell in it. The top only really covers her large, firm breasts, and it’s almost unsettling how easy it would be to pull the top up and over them, exposing her to his eyes. Although I certain don’t mind it, I wonder how the university ever signed off on making them so damn small.
I finally pull my lips away from hers, and grin when she breathes heavily, a somewhat dazed look on her face and distant eyes staring back at me. I’m proud to say I’m not a bad kisser myself, and it definitely seems to have an effect on her.
“Next time, don’t be late, Ms. Perkins. When I tell you to be here at a certain time, you better be here at exactly that time. Understand?”
She nods a bit in response and I step away from her, noticing how she stumbles for the briefest moment before catching her balance. It’s time to offer the blonde a lifeline.
“Allow me to lay things out for you. You do as I say, when I say it, and I won’t fuck you today. Follow my orders to the letter and you won’t have to pleasure me at all.”
Marti is in a state of mind where she’s looking for any way out, even if it’s only temporary. At this point, she’s trying to do as less as possible until she can figure out how to free herself of this situation. The less she has to do, the better she feels, so if she has the option to do so she’s going to take it. Again, it’s an illusion of choice. I’m giving her doors to enter, but dictating the one I want her to walk through.
“What do you want me to do?”
I smile when she makes the obvious, and pretty much only choice, then walk over to my desk and pat it with my hand. I prepared for this before she got here, and the wooden desk was completely cleared, leaving only a smooth surface.
“First, I want you to remove your clothes.”
She noticeably tenses again, but a glare from me reminds her of the deal she just made. She looks truly miserable when she hooks her fingers under the top and pulls it over her head, exposing a black bra as she drops it to the floor. It takes only a moment for her to reach down and loosen the skirt. I pay particular attention to that as it slides down her toned legs and pools at her feet.
Marti has a gymnast’s body, and I can’t possibly imagine how much time she spends each day keeping her body in such great shape. Cheerleading is certainly a good choice for her. It allows her to dance, keep her scholarship, and her incredible body all at the same time.
She hesitates for only a moment before she unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, finally giving me a full view of her firm breasts. They stand high and proud, with absolutely no sag, topped by small, pink nipples. That’s a good thing; large nipples aren’t really a turn on for me. How the men in her squad manage not to get a hardon when she’s wearing their practice outfit is a complete mystery.
Her panties join the skirt on the floor and she steps out of them, finally standing there completely exposed to me. Never before have I so wanted to completely ignore my plan and act by instinct alone, the desire to simply bend her over my desk and fuck her senseless almost overwhelming.
However, I’m not that kind of guy. Any idiot has the intellectual capacity to force himself on a woman, and I consider myself better than that. Don’t get me wrong, I have no illusions, I know I’m a scumbag for the things I do. However, I’ve never physically forced a woman to do anything, and I’m not about to start now.
I notice Marti is trying to cover herself up, her arms partially covering her breasts, and her legs pressing together to hide her shaved womanhood. It’s cute and sexy at the same time, but I don’t have the patience for it at the moment.
“I’m going to see every inch of you by the time you leave my office tonight, Ms. Perkins. Trying to hide your assets is a little silly and a waste of effort. I want to see you.”
Her teeth worry at her lower lip before she relents and returns her arms to her side. I must have a hungry look in my eyes, because she shifts uncomfortably and looks anywhere else but at me. Again, it’s cute, and makes it all the more difficult for me to ignore my base desires.
Wanting to see the rest of her I spin my finger in the air and she turns around, giving me a fine view of her firm ass. Goddamnit, this isn’t going to be easy, I think to myself as my dick strains against my pants, creating a noticeable bulge.
“You have a body built for bedrooms, Ms. Perkins.”
She tenses again, and I don’t need to see her face to know she is feeling the humiliation again. I can’t really blame her. She’s obviously the type of woman who wants to be admired for her mind first and her body second. But here I am, staring at her like I’m going to devour her, completely disregarding everything but her body. Marti’s pride may serve her well in the other aspects of her life, but in here it only serves to degrade her further and amuse me to no end.
“Alright, that’s enough staring for now. Come over here and lay back on my desk.”
She turns around and becomes a lot more skittish when she notices the hardon I’m sporting, but does what she’s told, and walks over to my desk and sits down before laying back slowly on it. Fucking hell, she looks like a feast!
Remember the plan. The plan is important. The plan exists for a good reason. Don’t ruin the fucking plan!
While my mind has a monologue with my instincts, I approach from the front side of my desk and allow my gaze to rake over her form again, making sure to commit every inch to memory. Turning Marti into my willing, happy sex slave may be the ultimate goal, but the best part is the journey. She’s by no means passive, her body shifting uncomfortably under my gaze.
“Have you ever been studied like this before, Ms. Perkins? I know you’re not a virgin, so surely one of your lovers must have taken the time to admire your body.”
Just as I say that, I lower myself down far enough for her to feel my breath on her flat stomach, making her shiver just a bit in response. That seems to be a little too much for her, because she lets out an embarrassed cry.
“Please…just stop…”
Her voice cracks and I know that tears must be forming in her eyes again. This is what happens when a woman with a lot of pride encounters a situation where she’s treated like a sex object. She can see the hunger in my gaze, the arousal in my voice, and she knows that if I wanted to I could fuck her right now and there wouldn’t be a single thing she could do about it.
“You can get dressed and leave right now, Ms. Perkins. You can tell the police what I’ve made you do and I’ll go to prison for a very long time. You’ve chosen to by a lawyer, you know that your chances of convicting me are quite high.”
I move down her body and rub my right hand against her thigh, the first time I’ve touched her exposed skin. She tries to shift away from my touch, but closing her legs doesn’t do much good, and widening them only gives me more to feel.
“But with what I’ve got on you, you’ll definitely lose your scholarship and get kicked out of Lancer University. A teacher blackmailing a student will also become a huge scandal, and you’ll be all over the news. How successful will your life be with something like this following you around?”
I slide my hand up her thigh and to her stomach, continuing upward to her chest. Marti is clearly having a fierce inner battle with herself. She knows she can get up and leave, she knows she can have me thrown in prison, she knows she can make this stop. Every fiber of her being is telling her to put an end to this, but that mind she’s so proud of is telling her not to.
It’s telling her to wait for an opportunity to take care of this situation without ruining everything she’s worked so hard for. But that means submitting herself to me long enough for an opportunity to arise, which is something her pride won’t let her do. Again, like I said before, it’s the illusion of choice.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, she’ll be forced to focus on what she already knows, which is the fact that as long as she has obeyed me, I haven’t fucked her. She has no logical reason to think I won’t hold up on my end of the bargain today, so she she’ll choose the easiest option open to her: Submission.
When my hand cups one of her breasts and gives it a hard squeeze, her almost silent crying continues, but she doesn’t fight against it.
“So what’s your decision, Ms. Perkins? Do you want to leave, or do you want me to continue.”
I know she wants both, and neither, but once again I want her to pick her poison, to say it aloud so she can hear her decision in her own voice and allow it to really hit home. When she doesn’t answer, I pinch her hard nipple between two of my fingers and lightly pull on it, making her gasp and wriggle away from my touch.
“Tell me to stop or tell me to do what I want! That’s an order, and by now you should know the consequences of disobedience!”
To emphasize my point, I reach for my pants, which is seems to be more than enough to make her panic.
“Continue…”
I barely hear her say it, and tears stream down the side of her face when she says it. Telling me to continue is causing her no small amount of anguish. She’s making a choice, when she never really had one.
“What? I didn’t hear you!”
I watch as she clenches her fist at her side and really fights against her pride to get the words out.
“You can do whatever you want. I…I won’t disobey you.”
I chuckle, which clearly doesn’t help her anguish any, and finally get down to the task at hand. When needed to get to this point first, where she makes the choice, before I could do what needs to be done.
I walk to the right side of the desk, where her legs are and smile up at her.
“Draw your legs up and use your hands to spread them and keep them open.”
Her eyes close and she slides her hands over to her legs and slowly spreads them, giving me a full view of pretty, hairless pussy.
“Look at me, Ms. Perkins, and don’t even think of turning away without my permission. You need to learn your place in this arrangement.”
She follows my instructions and opens her eyes, looking down at me between her legs, while I return her gaze.
“It looks it hasn’t seen any action in a while.”
I reach down and she visibly tenses up again before I rub two of my fingers again her sensitive slit. Her hips twitch just a bit at the contact, and there’s a slight change in her breathing. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lower my head between her legs and her breathing stops until I kiss her inner thigh, just a mere inch away from where she was expecting it.
There’s an almost imperceptible change on her face, and it becomes more prominent when I turn my head and kiss her other thigh. Her jaw is set, her teeth clenching behind her lips, and her eyes just slightly lose focus. The human body has no issues betraying the mind, and I take my time making sure it does.
My lips lick and suck on her firm inner thighs, and every few moments I lick my tongue just to the left or right of her hairless mound. Her mouth opens a bit and her increased breathing is easy to hear, but the best part is her physical reaction. I’m certain she doesn’t even know she’s doing it, but she presses a little against my mouth and tongue whenever I touch her, and her breath noticeably hitches whenever I draw close to that spot between her legs.
This smell is getting stronger the wetter she becomes, and it’s so difficult not to just give in and bury my tongue inside of her needy hole. I suddenly pull my lips away and smile at the panting cheerleader.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself. If you’re this sensitive, it must have been a while since you’ve had anything between your legs besides your own hand.”
I rub two fingers against her pussy and her hips twitch again from the new contact. Once I’m sure they’re wet, I raise them up so she can see them, then suck them into my mouth to clean them off. And there it is, my favorite combination: arousal and shame.
It’s one of my favorite ways to break in a new victim. Making this cheerleader physically enjoy something even as it torments her in every other way is extremely arousing.
“This ends for tonight as soon as you cum, you know, but not until I say you can. Do you want me to make you cum, Ms. Perkins?”
She desperately shakes her head even as her body shudders when my thumb rubs against her clit, making her tilt her head back just a bit and gasp. However, she still keeps her eyes locked on me, watching me torment her. I’m not so sure anymore if she’s doing it because I ordered her to or if she’s enjoying the visual stimulation as well.
I chuckle then press the tips of my fingers against her soaking slit, making sure she knows exactly what I intend to do for several moments before I push them inside of her. Unfortunately, that just makes things more difficult for me, because she squeezes tightly around them and lets out a frustrated groan of pleasure.
Holy shit, she’s tight! She’ll probably squeeze my dick right off!
“Answer me! Do. You. Want. To. Cum!”
I thrust my fingers all the way inside of her with each word, but she shakes her head again. How very stubborn…fine.
I reluctantly stop all movement and glare up at her. She has a desperate look in her eyes, her mind trying to deny what her body is feeling, and her body wanting its release. It’s a hurdle she still can’t get over yet, so I make the choice for her.
“Beg me to make you cum, or I swear I’ll spend the entire night fucking you against this desk.”
I know it’s the very last thing she wants to say. The humiliation of admitting she wants to cum will probably be unbearable, but her body wants it, and it’s doing a fairly good job of numbing her mind to any protest.
“Please…make me cum.”
Immediately as she says it, I bury my fingers roughly inside of her again and give her clit a long, hard lick. She cries out and leans back, her head pressing against the desk and her hips pushing against my hand, clamping down on my fingers with such a vice-like grip it hurt a bit. Her release is powerful, augmented by the fact that I’m the last person on the planet she wants to make her cum, and the fact that her body hadn’t been sexually active in some time.
It took a while for her body to slacken and slump against the desk, and I pull my fingers out of her and stand up, looking over the somewhat glistening form of my latest prize.
Her breasts rise and fall from her labored breathing, and her legs lower again to a more comfortable position. Marti’s arms rest over her stomach and her eyes are closed, but it’s easy to see she’s still awake, just a little out of it.
“Well, that was easier than expected.”
Her eyes open up and when she notices me, and my very prominent hardon, she sits up and tries not to look me in the eyes. It looks like she wants to be anywhere else but in this office with the man who blackmailed her and then made her beg him to make her cum. I’d be surprised if she can even look herself in the mirror, if the disgusted look on her face is any indication.
“Get dressed and leave before I forget about our deal.”
She slides off the desk onto slightly wobbly legs and quickly gathers her clothing. Her head hangs low while she quickly puts her outfit back on and I can tell the rest of the night is going to be tough on the proud young woman. I wish I could watch her break down, but that’s not an option at this time.
“Come back tomorrow at the same time. And remember, not a single minute late or there will be consequences!”
I walk up to her just before she turns to open the door and pull her into one last kiss. Much to my amusement, this time she doesn’t try to push me away, and instead weakly kisses me back. I slide my hands down her back and under her skirt, giving her firm ass a rough squeeze, which makes her gasp into the kiss before I pull away.
She leaves the room without a word and when her footsteps disappear, my office closet opens up and my personal voyeur steps out. The young woman closes the distance between us and gives me a heated kiss while her hand slides down and squeezes the bulge in my pants, earning a groan of approval from me.
I reach down beneath her Hellcats cheerleader skirt and cup her pert ass, lifting her until she wraps her strong legs around me and pulls away from the kiss.
“Did you enjoy the show, Ms. Verdura?”
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Dun Dun Duuuuuuunnnn. First off, to those of you enjoying the victimizing part of this story, you don't need to worry, she's not going to enjoy all of it. However, the intention of this story is to torment her emotionally and psychologically more than physically. I think I'm made it pretty clear that the blackmailer doesn't believe pain is necessary when he can achieve the same ends through pleasure.
Marti's going to enjoy a lot, but only physically, and this will torment her even more as she battles with what her body wants and her mind is disgusted by. Alice's role in the story will be explained in the next chapter, which picks up immediately where this one ends. Just so you know, I'm entertaining the idea of adding some of the others to this story as well, such as Savannah and Vanessa, so if that interests you then tell me in the comments section and I'll get a better idea of what to do to them.
By the way, a second season renewal is in serious doubt. It hasn't been canceled yet but it doesn't look good either.
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