Today was a football game and Frank had plans for his very own cheerleader.
'Strip down, Trinity,' Frank commanded.
She smiled at his forceful command. 'Yes, Master,' and pulled off her robe. She looked on the bed to see what he had laid out. Bright red stiletto heels, little lacey ankle socks. A short short red pleaded skirt and a thin white t-shirt with a big red 'U' on the front.
'Here, let me help you,' he said with a leer. He played with her pussy as he put the skirt on. He made her bend over and put on her socks and stilettos as he spanked her and fingered her cunt.
'You are so hot.' Frank put the cropped t-shirt on her as he felt her up.
'Thank you, Master,' she sighed. 'I'm here for your pleasure.'
He pulled her in to the bathroom and poured water on her t-shirt. 'We need to have your tits to show.'
She moaned and watched her tits show through the t-shirt and her nipples pebble to long sensitive points.
Frank approved and guided her out of the bathroom and into the garage to the Cadillac.
He drove her to a deserted road. He slowed down and stopped the car on the side of the road. Frank gave her some big red and white pom-poms. She giggled because the pom-pom handles were medium sized dildos. Her hair was up in two ponytails with red ribbon. (He wanted to make sure her mouth could be seen while she was sucking cock).
'Get out,' he ordered.
Trinity got out of the car and Frank sped off, leaving her alone on the highway, dressed like a slutty cheerleader.
Frank's friends increasingly benefited from Trinity's growing sexual appetite. The more cock she got, the more cock she wanted; especially if the men surrounding her told her what to do. Obedience had been drilled into her at boarding school. Her Uncle Frank used her propensity for obeying to thrill and fulfill her every sexual whim... and some thrills she didn't yet know about.
She could never initiate a fuck session or ask for sex. She was too shy, still too unsure of herself. If a man told her to get down on her knees, she'd do it. If a man told her to dress up like a half naked cheerleader, she'd do it. She trusted her uncle implicitly, because of the pleasure she experienced every time he forced her to fuck and make her cum. And fucking cock was all she wanted to do, but could never ask for it. That is why she did everything her Uncle commanded. His commands fulfilled her every sexual need and beyond.
But here she was alone on a deserted road: In red stilettos, no panties, holding dildo-handled pom-poms and in a cheerleader's outfit that barely covered her sensuous, big-titted body. She whimpered as she watched Frank's Cadillac speed away.
Trinity didn't have to think about being abandoned for very long. A few moments later a large 4-door pick-up truck slowly drove up to Trinity and stopped. There were four rather large rednecks in the truck.
'Well, hello, little lady,' the very large man in the passenger seat said, hanging an arm out the window. He had on a sleeveless denim jacket and intricate tattoos on his trunk of an arm. He had on silver reflective sunglasses, chewing on a toothpick. 'You seem to be stranded.'
Trinity swallowed in fear, 'I am, s-sir.'
'You sure look pretty in that outfit,' he leered. 'Do you need a lift?'
Trinity always felt timid and shy when she went into a new situation with her Uncle Frank. He wasn't here this time to guide her, direct her or command her. But she was still shy and unsure when around new men. Even through her shyness, her pussy lips started to swell and moisten.
But she was stranded and that need won over her fear. 'I do.'
'Well, climb on in little lady,' he opened the door.
She saw the other men packed in the pick up and faltered. 'There doesn't seem to be any room for me.'
'Oh no, little lady,' he said with an obscene tone. 'You get to sit on my lap.'
She took a step back. 'I don't think I shou---- AHHH!'
The Tattoo Man grabbed her and pulled her into the truck. She struggled until the men in the truck subdued her. The man behind the Tattoo Man grabbed her wrists while Tattoo man clamped his hands on her thighs as they drove off, with their new cargo.
'What are you doing?' she cried still struggling but very turned on. 'Leave me alone!'
'Shut up, you cunt,' the driver said. 'We're going to have a little fun with a little cheerleader stranded on the side of the road.'
The men watched her struggles lessen as they started to fondle her tits, thighs and nipples. Inside, she was excited; her pussy wet; the pit of her stomach fluttering with anticipation; her mouth watering at the prospect of sucking and fucking new cock.
'Damn,' Tattoo man exclaimed. 'This slut has no panties on!'
Her fuck lust started to emerge. The smell of these men, the large hands holding her still and caressing her, made her well-honed smut talk kicked in. First she moaned. 'Aaahhn. This is wrong,' she moaned and then whispered, 'this is so dirty... Ahn!' Then she squirmed on the Tattoo Man's hard cock. 'I'm – ahhn – at your mercy.'
'Damn,' Tattoo man said as he fingered her naked clit. 'This bitch is wet.'
She squealed and moaned as he played with her pussy.
'Whore cheerleaders don't disappoint,' the man holding her wrists said.
The truck stopped in front of an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. The four men and their captive went inside the empty but nice cabin with a huge flat screen TV and couches everywhere.
'This is our football cabin,' Tattoo man explained. 'We come here and watch football – and now,' he chuckled, 'fuck stranded cheerleaders who moan for it.'
She squealed and moaned as they dragged her inside. She was held by the wrists and fondled. Tattoo Man gave some instructions to his pals as he played with her titties through the thin t-shirt.
'Rile, go get the rope,' he said. One of the men went to an amore and grabbed the silk bondage rope he kept there. 'Chote, turn on the football game. Bailey, go get the lube.'
