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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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Preparation is the key, my friends. It’s a pain in the ass, but it solves a lot more problems than it creates. The easiest way to prepare for any individuality is to create a system or checklist if you prefer. People often make the mistake of trying to prepare for every possible situation, but that’s not necessary and it only serves to divide your efforts. When it comes down to it, all different aspects of preparation depend on one thing: Environment.
You have to ask yourself what how your environment works not only with you, but against you as well. The thickness of the walls, the click of your door closing, even the sound of footsteps out in the hallway, no matter how small the detail you need to make a note of it. Trying to remember it the first few times is indeed a real chore, but you’d be surprised how easily this information can be recalled once you get the hang of it.
My office is where I conduct my “business”, so I take a mental note of where I leave things each time I exit. Which is why, when I enter my office the next day with a rather large duffel slung over my shoulder, I almost immediately find something out of place. Gently laying the bag on the floor, I slowly cross the room to one of my picture frames sitting upon a shelf to the right of my desk.
It’s been moved, although whoever the perpetrator is did a fairly good job of making it almost perfectly aligned again. I pick the frame up and carefully open it from the back, instantly finding a small audio recording device stuck to the back of the picture. It’s very small and short range, and if I’m right about the design, there should be a much larger part in another room not far from here ready to receive and store the audio.
The more common ones actually tie into phones and electrical outlets. Because this one isn’t, it has a short battery life, so it’s not likely going to be activated until the right time…namely tonight.
“Oh, Ms. Perkins. You could have done so much better than this.”
I smile when an amusing thought occurs and instead of crushing the bug, I place the frame back on my shelf fully intact. There are quite a few ways I can use her reverse-blackmail against her, and with what I have planned today, it won’t hurt to have yet another method of control.
Later that day…
“Ok Ms. Robinson, turn in your makeup assignment by tomorrow and you won’t have to miss that big party you seem so excited about.”
She flashes me a pretty smile and leaves the classroom with her books tucked under her arm. She’s a real looker, and if I wasn’t already busy with Marti I might have gone after her, but I try not to train more than one woman at the same time. It gets messy and not even I have that level of stamina.
I take the time to finish grading papers before Marti arrives right on time again. There’s a noticeable change in her demeanor. It’s still miserable and apprehensive, but there’s an eager look in her eyes that has nothing to do with whatever she might be experiencing tonight. I guess she’s counting on her bug working and getting the necessary material she needs to finally put an end to this. Heh…I almost feel sorry for her.
“Welcome back, Ms. Perkins. You have an eager bounce to your step, are you looking forward to today’s session?”
She crosses her arms and fixes me with a glare that could burn right through solid steel, but only makes me grin.
“Yeah right, because it’s perfectly normal for a girl to embrace her rapist. Let’s just get this over with so I don’t have to look at you anymore!”
My mocking laughter in response only seems to anger her more, and I rise up out of my desk chair and walk up to her. She stays in place, not backing up at all this time, apparently trying to reassure herself that tonight will be different as long as she records what I’m saying and turns me in. Her misguided confidence will serve me well tonight.
I reach my hands around her back and instantly cup her taut ass, squeezing it hard and pulling her body towards me. She follows my silent command with only minimal resistance this time, and when I press my lips to hers she kisses me back. She lets out a sigh of part disapproval and part something else entirely when I continue to squeeze her firm mounds of flesh.
However, as fun as that is I have a plan, and I have every intention of keeping to it. When I pull my lips away from hers, I give her ass a hard smack which makes her grunt in pain and clench her teeth. Now for the part I’ve been waiting for.
“Ms. Perkins, today you get to try something you’ve never tried before. I probably don’t need to tell you the next part, but it bears repeating. Do as I tell you, and that eager pussy of yours doesn’t get stuffed for yet another day, but disobey me and I finally get to nail the sexy Marti Perkins. Am I clear?”
She nods in response and I give her ass another slap before I step aside.
“Good girl. Now remove all of your clothes and arch your ass over the left side of my desk.”
She gives me a worried look but walks over and does as she’s told, her perfect ass sticking up in the air and her hands propped below her, keeping herself steady. Seeing the beautiful cheerleader in such a position would get any man’s blood pumping, and I’m no exception. Unfortunately, it’s directing blood away from my head where I need it.
“Keep facing forward. If you try to turn around at all, I will not be a very happy person. Considering what I’m looking at right now, I don’t think you want that to happen. Is that clear?”
When she doesn’t answer my question, I slap her ass hard enough to make her cry out. The red handprint it leaves behind is very amusing, and my laughter doesn’t improve her mood one bit.
“Goddamnit! Yes, it’s clear!”
I smirk and cross the room to my closet where I had placed the duffel bag I brought in earlier. The contents clack against each other as I set the bag on the floor behind her and unzip it. If I had been caught walking in with any of these things, I would have had some explaining to do. But it was a necessary risk for a lesson she’s going to need before I finally fuck her.
I stand up with a long length of rope in my hand and approach her from behind. I can see her entire body tense up as I draw closer, and I grin in amusement. I really enjoy seeing her react like that.
“Lay your chest against the desk and place your arms behind your back.”
She hesitates for a moment, clearly not catching on just yet, but follows my order. At least I get to see the lovely sight of her large, firm breasts smashing against the smooth wood. Most people have a terrible fear of being restrained, and that fear is tied into the fight or flight instinct. So far, Marti has always had the ability to just leave, so when she encounters a situation when that option is taken away it’s not likely she will react well.
This rope was specifically pre-knotted beforehand by me, so I have the benefit of acting quickly. I lift both of her hands just behind her and slip them inside the loop, giving a sharp tug so her hands are bound. She reacts as expected.
“What the fuck?!”
She violently struggles to loosen the bond, and even tries to push herself back up on her feet, but I roughly pin her back down against the desk and slap her ass hard enough to sting. Using that brief moment of surprise, I pick her legs off the floor to heavily restrict her movement and quickly pull out another piece of rope, this one for her ankles. When she feels the rope close around them, she whimpers in desperation, her desire to get away at that moment stronger than it ever was before.
She can’t really move much, and certainly not enough to escape, but I really need her to stop struggling. I quickly lower my pants until I free my dick and close and grab her toned ass to keep her steady while I rub the head against her pussy, pushing just a bit so she’ll get the message.
“Calm down right now or I swear to God I will give you the hardest fucking of your life and then sell you like a whore for the rest of the night!”
The threat is enough to make her stop struggling almost instantly, and her entire body trembles with disgust as that thought passes through her mind. It’s more difficult than I’d like to admit, but I keep my word and pull away from her. I walk around to the other side of the desk and immediately notice the tears in her eyes, no doubt from when she desperately struggled to get away from me. I don’t know why I like seeing her tears so much.
When she notices my cock pointing right at her face, her eyes look up at mine and the look is extremely pitiful. I’m very surprised she’s not sobbing, but I suppose she just doesn’t see the point. I rub the head of my cock against her pretty face like I did a few days ago and she doesn’t even try to move away from it.
“Let me make something clear, Ms. Perkins. It wouldn’t be difficult at all to find a few guys to sell you to. How difficult do you think keeping all of this a secret will be if your body is passed around like that? How many of your friends will stick with you then? Doing as I say is the lesser evil here.”
I reach down and wind my fingers in her hair, then pull her head as I lean down until we’re eye level. I make sure she sees that there is absolutely no pity for her in my eyes.
“Right now, your body is my property. What you want, whatever your wishes may be, just doesn’t matter. You exist for the sole purpose of pleasing me.”
I walk over to the picture frame and take it apart right in front of her, then toss the tiny voice recorder on the table just inches from her face.
“Just be happy your punishment won’t be more severe.”
Knowing I have just destroyed her last hope, and figuring the word punishment got her attention, I walk up behind her again and get the next object out of my duffel bag. I pop the cap off the bottle and spread the warm lubricant on two of my fingers. The sound seems to make her very nervous, but she obeys my order and keeps her head facing forward.
When she feels my fingers pressing up against the entrance to her pussy, she whimpers and shifts a bit but doesn’t fight against me as I slip my lubricated digits inside her. I slowly and deliberately saw those fingers in and out of her clenching hole for a moment, before I pull them out, coat my fingers with more of the lube, and then push them back inside.
I make sure her inner walls are coated with it as much as possible and then rub some of it against her clit. The lubricant creates a pleasurable warming sensation on contact, and if her increased breathing is any indication, she’s already feeling it. I pull back from her entirely and watch as her body involuntarily responds to the stimulus, her legs almost imperceptibly rubbing against each other to increase the friction while she lets out light pants of frustrated arousal.
However, whatever contact she needs she’s clearly not getting, because her frustration mounts as her desire continues to override all other senses. It’s quite a sight watching the athletic beauty get more and more turned on by the second. It might not bug her so much if she wasn’t bound, but she is. There’s nothing she can do without my permission.
I return my hand to her now soaking wet pussy, and I’m treated to a sound that is part relief and part disgust that she wants me to touch her. I chuckle and push my fingers quickly inside her needy body, her involuntary moan just music to my ears.
“It’s funny how quickly your desire always seems to win out over your humiliation, Ms. Perkins. I’ve done this plenty of times, and no one has ever given in quite as easily as you.”
She whimpers and moves her hips back to meet my fingers, then squeezes down to the point of pain when I start to pull them out. I tease her mercilessly, digging my fingers deep inside of her but never providing enough stimulation to send her over the edge.
“Beg me to fuck you and I’ll give you what you want.”
Her entire body shudders as the image of me doing exactly that turns her on even further. Even if her mind is railing against the very idea of it, her body wants it. I need to lead her down a path where obeying her desire is a lot better than obeying her pride.
“No…”
I twist my fingers inside of her and slide my free hand to her ass, giving one of the firm cheeks a rough squeeze which she apparently enjoys quite a bit. There’s obviously something about manipulating her ass that excites her so much, which I decide to put aside for pondering later.
Meanwhile, her body is reacting independently from any other thought that isn’t entirely focused on the pleasure. Whenever I feel the signs of her reaching climax, I instantly pull my fingers out of her and stop the stimulation. Each time I do it, her frustration grows.
“I can keep this up for hours. Beg me to fuck you, or I’ll keep you right on the edge for another hour before I even think of telling you to beg again.”
She either doesn’t trust her voice, or it’s too preoccupied making those sexy sounds coming out of her mouth. Fine. I coat my fingers in more of the lubricant and continue teasing her. With every denied climax, her body seeks it that much more strongly, until her body is fucking my fingers desperately and she doesn’t even have the coherent thought to hide her moans anymore. She lasts all of fifteen minutes, which is actually pretty good in comparison to some of the other women I’ve trained.
“Please…please fuck me.”
She barely says it above a whisper, and it seems to pain her greatly to say it, but when she does the image appears in her mind again and she almost cums her brains out, but I stop the stimulation to deny it again.
“Hm? What did you say, Ms. Perkins?”
She growls in frustration as she says it and I deny her what she wants yet again, forcing her to say the last thing she wants to in order to get what her body needs.
“Please fuck me!”
She says it much more forcefully, the humiliating anger at herself for saying it and the frustrating denial of her release making the blonde beauty a little pissed off. I grin to myself, feeling my victory close at hand as she continues to thrust her wet, gripping pussy against my fingers.
“I said an hour, Ms. Perkins. Have you already forgotten that I keep to my deals?”
And that’s how I bring her down, break Marti’s pride, and get her to willingly surrender her body to me. It didn’t take abuse or a lot of pain or even mind altering drugs. I’ve broken the sexy blonde with the one thing she never thought she even had with me: Trust.
The last few days have taught the young woman something very important, and that is she can trust me. I have kept my word every time, even when she knew I didn’t have to. I could have fucked her from the very beginning, and she knows that. She also knows that most men would have in my situation and that inevitably put her in a state of mind where she started to depend on me keeping my word.
When I continued to keep my word it built up that trust. Now I’m using it against her to get what I want. Because she trusts I’ll keep to my word, despite the fact that she went against every fiber of her being and begged me to fuck her. The thought of having to wait another forty-five minutes to get her release was too much to bear, with her body overriding her reasoning skills so thoroughly.
“Just make me cum! You own me; you can do whatever the hell you want! I don’t care anymore!”
Pleased by her outburst of emotion, when she’s about to reach climax yet again I don’t pull away.
“Cum for me, Marti.”
I say her first name to really make it hit home, and I dig my fingers in deep and rub the tip of my tongue against her clit. When she finally climaxes, she gushes around my probing fingers and throws her head back in a silent scream of intense pleasure. I continue to thrust my fingers almost violently in and out of her, which prolongs her release and causes her to thrust in blind pleasure against them.
It’s easily the sexiest climax I’ve ever seen. Watching her incredible body writhe against the desk, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat from her exertions, and her body giving in to me and defying that mind she is so proud of. It makes me so unbelievably hard; I can hardly wait to begin part two.
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The next part is where it finally happens, and it may be the last chapter. I had some other ideas, but I only have one review here and nothing else. If I don't know what people like and don't like about the story, then I can't improve upon it. Plus, it's great motivation.
Next chapter should be up in a few days. :)
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