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Four men's obsession with a blonde high school cheerleader moves from harmless observation to forced carnal knowledge.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Raped, Drugged and Blackmailed Blonde Cheerleader

Chapter 1

On a warm and windy Saturday afternoon, four middle-aged men quietly sat together in the O.J. Simpson Memorial football field stands at River Rock High School as the home team scored another touchdown, and the people around them erupted in applause.

With eight minutes left in the game, the score was 33 to 14, and the River Rock Rams players and fans were confident in their victory and in staying at #1 in their division.

However, the four lifelong friends sitting several rows back from the 40-yard line weren’t paying any attention to the game.

They looked like they were, though.

Jim and Carl had cameras, each with a zoom lens, and Mitch had the latest and best camcorder available, while Sammy just sat and stared.

But it wasn’t the game they were watching or any players on or off the field.

All the men focused on one person: the River Rock cheerleader named Jenna.

The beautiful blonde teen was cheering her best tonight as she worked hard to prove herself in the hope of eventually becoming the squad captain, but it wasn’t her athletic talents that the men watched either; no, it was Jenna’s scorching hot and sexy body.

How there could be so much adorable sexiness packed into her 5’ 6” and 110 lb frame, none of the men could understand.

Carl first noticed Jenna last year during one of the games he was at to watch his son Tanner play.

Usually, Carl didn’t pay too much attention to the cheerleaders, other than an occasional glance if one of them was particularly attractive.

But Jenna changed everything that day with her curly, long blonde hair, large, bouncing boobs, thin waist and full and round ass.

She looked like a busty Playboy model who wore a cheerleader outfit that was two sizes too small.

Carl spent most of the game trying to guess her bra size while watching her jump, bend and move her luscious teen body around in ways that captivated both Carl’s imagination and his dick.

At that time, Tanner didn’t have much information on Jenna, other than that this was her first game as a varsity cheerleader.

Carl watched Jenna obsessively for the rest of the season, taking pictures and videos of her to send to three friends who always asked for more.

A few weeks after Carl first saw Jenna, his friend Jim joined him to watch “the game,”

Then, two games later, Mitch was there as well.

Shortly after that, Sammy joined his three friends.

Jenna didn’t know it, but she quickly became an object of desire for the self-named Jenna Fan Club.

The following season, none of the men knew anyone on the football team, but they showed up for every game just to get a chance to see the sexy blonde teen bounce and stretch as she did her cheerleading routines.

And then, the following Sunday, most of the men would gather at Carl’s house to watch a few NFL games while all the photos and videos they each took of Jenna were edited together and played off a USB drive connected to the TV.

The men had known each other since high school and were now all in their fifties and divorced, except for Sammy, who desperately wanted to be divorced from his fat and nagging wife.

All talk of Jenna was sexual, and as the weeks went by, it became more and more extreme and violent as each man would describe their wild sexual fantasies about her to each other.

Jenna’s recorded cheerleading performances took the place of commercials and halftime shows.

One time, Carl perfectly captured her clearly defined, large breasts bouncing up and down under her tight blue and white cheerleader sweater.

They were so large and prominent that, unlike most of the other cheerleaders, her tits caused her sweater to ride up and let her flat stomach show.

“I could watch those tits bounce all day! Sometimes you can even see her nipples trying to poke through her top. None of the other cheerleaders ever shows nipple poke. It’s best when the squad wears those old-fashioned sweaters. The thin cotton material shows the nipple poke so much better,” Carl said with absolute lust in his voice.

“Shit, does this slut even wear a bra under that?” Jim asked.

“I hope not, but probably a thin sports bra or something. Now check those fat tits out in slo-mo,” Carl said, and the other three guys cheered to see the camera zoom in on Jenna's breasts again as they both slowly bounced up and down with her nipples trying to pop through her sweater on the large screen TV.

“You guys love her tits, but I can’t get enough of her ass! Professional cheerleaders wear those horrible shorts under their skirts that hide the curves of their asses. Not these high school sluts. I don’t know what the fuck they’re wearing. Not yoga shorts like the pros. Looks like g-string panties and thongs. Half of them are always showing their ass cracks. And our blondie has THE best ass out of all of them. She’s so thin, but I’d need both hands to contain one of those fat ass cheeks. Matches her big tits just right. I just want to… shit! I can’t even describe how badly I want to fuck that tight little hole. I’d absolutely destroy her ass,” Jim said with total lust in his voice.

“You’re totally right about those panties, man. Some are tight and sheer. How are they being allowed? Some of my favorite pics of her are when I can see her pussy slit. I’d pay a million dollars to fuck that pussy and die a poor but happy man,” Sammy said.

Mitch looked at the eyes on the smiling faces of his three friends.

They were all locked onto the TV screen, showing Jenna jumping up and down and shaking her pom-poms and tits.

It was at that moment that Mitch decided to put into motion a plan he had been formulating in his head for several months now.



A few Sundays later, as the men were once again gathered together and talking lustfully about Jenna, Mitch stopped verbally sharing his perverted ideas and only smiled as the others spoke in great detail about how they would each fuck her.

When it was half-time, he stood up, plugged a USB stick into the TV, and pressed play on the remote.

What played on the screen featured Jenna, but it wasn’t her at a football game like usual, and the men were surprised to see the adorable blonde walk off a yellow school bus.

And she wasn’t dressed as a cheerleader, either.

Instead, she was wearing Ugg boots, tight yoga pants that showed every delightful curve of her toned legs and a fall jacket that sadly gave no hint of the magnificent breasts hidden beneath it.

“What the fuck is this?” asked Jim as the camera zoomed in on Jenna’s angelic face as she unknowingly walked past the camera.

Sammy moaned out loud when he saw her blue eyes, small pointy nose and red lips surrounded by her long blonde hair that was pulled back away from her face by a wide black headband.

“Fuck, she’s so so so fucking gorgeous!” he exclaimed.

“Keep watching, buddy. It gets better,” Mitch said.

The camera stayed on her curvy and full ass, which looked like it was poured to the bursting point into her yoga pants, as she walked down the street and occasionally kicked the Fall leaves on the ground.

The camera zoomed in repeatedly on her ass as she got farther away, and it followed her until she walked down a long driveway leading to the back of a house and disappeared behind the thick tree cover.

Before any of the men could comment, the screen changed, and they were looking from an above point of view as Jenna walked into the kitchen.

Then the screen changed again, and she was in what the men suspected to be her own bedroom.

She wore the same clothes in each scene, so the men knew it was the same day she got off the bus.

The camera angle was high, as if it were in the ceiling, but there she was, talking on her phone as she lay down on her bed, oblivious that anyone was recording her.

They all heard her laugh loudly before turning her phone off and taking off her T-shirt to reveal two beautiful, perfectly round teen breasts that were barely contained under a plain white bra.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Mitch! How the fuck did you do this?” Carl said before they all burst out laughing.

“Hey, I’ve been a private investigator for 30 years. Mostly for divorce and insurance fraud. Spending the last few weeks learning everything about our little cheerleading angel has been a blast.” Mitch explained. “But hang on, it gets better.”

All three men stared wide-eyed as the scene changed again, and they saw Jenna walk into her bathroom with her boobs bouncing under her white bra and turn the water on to take a shower.

“Holy shit fuck! Camera in the bathroom, too?” Jim exclaimed.

Fulfilling multiple fantasies of all the men, they next saw Jenna remove her bra and the rest of her clothes while unknowingly standing naked right before a hidden high-definition camera.

“Shhhhhiiiiit! Look at those puppies!” Sammy exclaimed in joy so loudly that all the guys jumped.

He had been so quiet up until now that they had forgotten he was there.

“Holy fuck! Look at those nipples! What are they, like 1/2 inch? Maybe more? We always see them try to poke out on cold days, but damn! Now we know why! That’s hot as fuck,” Carl said.

Mesmerized, all the men were silent with their mouths open in awe while Mitch continued to smile as they all watched Jenna put two thumbs into the waistband of her tight yoga pants, bend down and pull them to her knees before stepping out of them.

The sight of both her naked breasts hanging down like they were begging to be milked and sucked on drove the guys wild.

When she stood up and cupped both of them in the mirror like she was weighing them, Carl fell back into the couch and said, “I’m fucking dying here, fellas.”

“Wait, is she shaved?” Sammy quickly asked as he moved closer to the TV.

“I can’t tell. The camera angle isn’t great below the waist. I think I see a little bush, maybe,” Jim replied.

“She has a little manicured patch of blonde muff above her slit,” Mitch confirmed.

“How the fuck do you..? Oh, please tell me there’s a camera in the shower!” Carl laughed.

Before Mitch could reply, a different camera showed the now naked teen stepping into the shower and began to lather her body with a bar of soap.

Half-time was long over by this time, but no one noticed or cared.

All eyes were on Jenna and her bouncing breasts as she came out of the shower and dried her body with a towel.

“What size do you think they are? Here’s a hint, it’s not very common,” Mitch said.

“D-Cup definitely. I say 36-D,” Sammy asked.

“Naw, that’s a pretty common size. And the bigger the number, the wider the body. She’s slim as fuck. 34-DD is my guess,” suggested Jim.

“As you all know, I’m a serious boob guy. My ex-wife had a fantastic 34-D rack. It’s the only thing I miss about that bitch. But Blondie here is even bigger, and she’s a lot thinner. Tits higher up, too! Damn, look at those fucking melons. What the fuck, 32-F, I’d say,” Carl said.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! 32-F! I knew if any of us would guess right, it would have been you, Carl, with your crazy boob obsession. And here’s the proof!” Mitch said as he reached into a plastic bag and pulled out three of Jenna’s bras and two of her worn panties before tossing them to his friends.

All the guys burst out laughing as they felt the fabric and put the cups up to their faces, and smelled her perfume and even traces of her pussy on the panties.

“Holy shit! This is hysterical. Unbelievable, man, you’re the best!” Carl yelled.

Now the TV was showing another day and another room, the kitchen.

Jenna’s mother, Sally, was making coffee, and Jenna was making herself a smoothie.

It was morning, and they discussed Jenna's plans for tonight’s cheerleading practice.

Her mother asked if she had a ride, and Jenna replied that her friend Mandy’s mom was picking her up here at home at 4:30 PM.

Sally left the house for work, and the camera showed Jenna sitting at the kitchen table, finishing her smoothie and looking at her phone.

After ten minutes, she started yawning and walked out of the camera’s range.

The scene changed, and the men saw Jenna stumbling into her bedroom.

She looked drunk as she sat down on her bed.

After she put her head on her pillow, she closed her eyes and barely moved.

All three guys looked puzzled as they looked at Mitch, who responded with a giant shit-eating grin in anticipation of what was about to happen next and pointed to the TV.

The camera changed again.

This time, it was handheld, and the men saw someone outside a house walking towards the back door.

A black gloved hand reached out, put a shiny new key into the lock and opened the back door.

The camera showed the person confidently making his way through Jenna’s kitchen, living room, up the stairs, down the hallway and into a room where the blonde teen was asleep on her bed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jim said silently while barely breathing.

“You better fucking believe it,” Mitch replied.

The camera went a little shaky as the person holding it set it up on a tripod. Then, Mitch’s smiling face filled the TV screen for a second before he backed off and put his raised thumb up to the camera.

The TV room went absolutely silent as the three men watched Mitch pull off Jenna’s boots and socks and kiss her feet.

Then they saw him literally peel her sweatpants and panties down her legs before spreading her thighs wide as he laid down between them and started licking her pussy.

With a soft moan, Jenna’s back arched, and her breasts thrust upwards as her body happily responded to Mitch’s mouth, which was sucking and gently chewing on her clit.

Mitch slowly rubbed his nose back and forth into the sparse blonde triangle of blonde pubic hair just above her vaginal before entirely enveloping her pussy lips with his mouth.

Each time he pressed his tongue hard against her clit, Jenna arched her back and let out an adorable moan of pleasure.

“Fuuuu…..ck,” Jim said softly as he shook his head and smiled.

He wanted to taste her, too.

They all did.

After a few minutes, Carl stopped, wiped her pussy juice off his mouth and pulled her up to a sitting position.

He took her T-shirt off and then her bra.

Letting her fall down on her back, they could see her huge, round tits roll around on her chest like giant mounds of firm jello.

And since she was so young, they barely flattened at all.

Her youthful firmness kept her breasts full and round in a way that defied gravity, with nipples like long pencil erasers jiggling around on top.

Most of the beautiful teen’s body had a light tan except for two white triangles of skin on her breasts and another on her groin from often wearing a tiny string bikini at her friend’s homes with pools.

Then they saw Mitch start to suck on Jenna’s tits.

He looked like a man dying from dehydration, vainly trying to get milk from her nipples.

Carl audibly groaned in lust at the sight.

Jenna’s body responded on its own to the pleasure she was feeling and pressed her head back into the mattress as she lifted her chest up, trying to get more of her sensitive tit flesh into Mitch’s sucking mouth.

“Do you guys want to see me fuck her, or have you had enough?” Mitch asked his friends after he clicked pause.

“I really don’t want to see you naked, but keep going! What the fuck, Mitch? How? What did you do?” asked Carl and the others as well.

“Ha! Ok, I’ve been busy. Been following her for the past month. I know her schedule and, more importantly, her mom’s. Mom’s name is Sally, and she is a VP at a bank about an hour away. Leaves at 7 AM and comes back at 5 PM, Monday through Friday. Never varies. Sweet tits here catches the bus to school at 7:30, and if she’s not doing anything after school, is home by 2:30. Every morning, Mom has a coffee and is out the door like clockwork. Tits here makes herself a smoothie. Every morning, without fail, she has one smoothie with the same ingredients. The camera in the kitchen shows me what she takes out of the fridge to make it. So I roofied her carrot juice. Mom hates carrot juice. Don’t ask; I just know. So Mom will never have it by accident,” Mitch explained.

Jim started clapping and laughing.

Carl wasn’t done, so he asked, “What about the cameras? What happens if they find them?”

“I put them in their light fixtures. The lens looks like a screw, and power is spliced into the line before the switch, so it’s always on. Using a VPN, it sends an encrypted video stream over the home wifi to a private media server hosted overseas. Anyone who finds it won’t know shit. Dudes, I’ve been doing this kind of surveillance for almost 20 years. I don’t fuck around. I’ll give you all login accounts so you can enjoy the live streams and play stuff back as well,” Mitch said with a smile.

“As gross as it’s going to be to see Mitch naked, I really want to see this blonde slut get fucked,” chimed in Jim.

“Hey, fuck you! I’m in better shape than you and three years older!” retorted Mitch.

“Haha, yeah, ok, fine, but I’m telling you right now, by what I’m seeing on the screen, my dick’s bigger than yours. Just fucking hit play,” Jim replied with a laugh.

Ten minutes later, they all started clapping after it was obvious that Mitch had just flooded the unconscious teenager's pussy with his cum.

Then the TV turned black, and Mitch hit pause again.

“The roofies kept her totally knocked out for a little over seven hours. I fucked her pussy three more times and twice in her ass. My dick was sore by the time I left her house,” Mitch said proudly.

“Holy shit!” Sammy cried out in awe.

“Here, this is when she woke up. As near as I can tell, sweet tits woke up around 3:30 and was groggy until 4:00 and then her friend called and said she was on her way to pick her up to go to cheerleader practice. You can see her scramble to get dressed into her cheerleader outfit, and then she’s out the door,” Mitch said before clicking play.

“There’s so much more that I did. I’m actually pretty damn proud of myself. While she was knocked out, I used her thumbprint to access her phone. I have all her contacts and installed a keylogger app on her phone, so I can see all her texts and even her screen, and I can take control of it. So I have access to all her social media accounts, email, passwords…everything,” Mitch said. “After reading her texts to her friends about missing school that day, she thinks she was sick and overslept. Ha ha! But with all the excitement of the cheerleading practice and the fact that she was so busy on Saturday with the football game, she never had time to question anything, like her tits, pussy or ass being sore. Her mom doesn’t even know that she missed school. Sweet-tits just thinks she fell asleep and felt sore all over because she was sick. Not that I drugged and then raped that smoking hot body all day! It was perfect.”

Jim stood up and grabbed a beer before asking, “Outstanding. So….. do it again. With all of us this time. I want to fuck that hot ass so bad!”

“I’m in! Fuck yeah, Mitch? Yes? You want another go?” begged Carl.

“This was all two weeks ago. She’s probably ready for another Friday morning fuck-fest. Friday works best because she’s so busy on Friday night and Saturday, so she probably doesn’t have time to think about why her body feels the way it does. Anyone have a problem getting that Friday off from work? Sammy? You in?” Mitch asked.

“I don’t know. This is super fucked up. What if we get caught?” Sammy asked fearfully.

“We can bring ski masks in case her mom comes home early. I have a few stun guns to keep her quiet and let us leave fast without hurting anyone. That’s my plan anyway. Her Mom always texts her if she comes home late or early, though, so it’s unlikely we’ll be surprised. There’s no dad, by the way. It sounds like he’s remarried and moved across the country. I’ll pick everyone up and use my work van. It’s marked to look like it belongs to an electrical company, so if any neighbor happens to see it through the trees, which I doubt anyone can, they won’t think anything about it. We’ll all have access to the camera streams on our phones, and I’ll have my laptop in the van so we can see them all at once and know when she passes out,” Mitch explained.

“No way. That’s fucking crazy. I’m not doing it,” Sammy whimpered.

“Sammy, she has an ex-boyfriend. They had sex a few times a few months ago before they broke up. They used condoms. I didn’t find any birth control in her bathroom or her purse, so she’s not on the pill, and there’s a good chance you could make her pregnant. And guys,” Carl said with a huge grin, knowing that Sammy always wanted kids but that his wife refused because she didn’t want to get fat, but ended up getting obese anyway, “this week, the game is on Friday night! So we’ll also get to see Blondie do all of her cheering right after getting gang-raped by all of us!”

“Fuck it, then. I’m in!” Sammy exclaimed as all four men erupted in laughter.

Chapter 2



It was a long and torturous five days for the men to wait until Friday, and being able to watch the beautiful blonde teen every time she was in the shower or getting dressed in her room only fanned the flames of their lust to a furnace-hot intensity.

The plan was that they would all meet at Mitch’s in the morning, and once they saw Jenna drink her drugged smoothie, they would drive the van close to her house but wait until they confirmed that her mom was gone and that she had passed out on video.

If, after a while, Jenna wasn’t in camera view and they didn’t see her leave her house, Mitch would wear a ski mask and go inside with the spare key he had copied. Then, he’d give the thumbs-up signal in one of the cameras if everything were good to go.

Like clockwork, Jenna started making her smoothie while her mom left for work at 7 AM.

Mitch told his friends that yesterday afternoon, before adding the drugs, he had poured out most of the carrot juice and only left a little more than she always uses to ensure that the unsuspecting blonde teen got the full dose of roofies.



All four guys cheered as they watched Jenna crane her head back and swallow every drop of what would allow them to satisfy every perverted sexual desire they had on her unresisting body.

She still had to shower and get dressed for school, so after checking some of her social media accounts on her phone, she rushed up the stairs to her room.

The blonde teen was naked from the waist up by the time she came into view of the bedroom camera with her big tits bouncing up and down, and they could hear her singing a song that was extremely popular for girls in high school, but none of the older Gen X’rs in the van recognized it.

“Shit, my dick is going to explode, and she’s not even naked yet!” explained Carl.

“Dude, I took a Viagra an hour ago, and my dick’s been like a steel bar just thinking about fucking the shit out of her. I want her ass so bad. I see it in my dreams!” Jim said.

“Yeah, I took a pill too. I’m not going soft today until my dick is sore like last time!” Mitch said.

“Fuck, I forgot about that. Shit! Anyone have one for me?” Sammy asked hopefully.

“You’re a fucking moron, Sammy. Here.” Mitch said as he reached into his shirt pocket and passed him a blue pill.

“Oh, thanks, I…” Sammy started to say, but Jim cut him off.

“Shut the fuck up! She’s in the shower now! Look at those big melons roll around as she rubs that bar of soap over them.”

The four horny men watched in absolute silence as Jenna put the bar of soap on the shelf and started to rub the lather on her hands all over her body.

“Oh, I love seeing her erect nipples get pushed around by the soap bar and her fingers like that,” Carl whispered.

“Here it comes!” Jim exclaimed as she reached behind her with a soapy hand, plunged it between her cheeks and washed the crack of her ass.

She then pulled the detachable shower head free, turned her back to the camera and used one hand to spread her soapy ass cheeks apart before spraying hot water up and down, rinsing her tiny asshole.

Then she did the same to her pussy and legs, but the camera angle wasn’t good enough to see much of that.

Satisfied that her body was now free of soap, Jenna reached up and tried to put the shower head back in place, but missed it by several inches.

It took three more times for her to get it right.

It was obvious that the roofies were starting to take effect.

A few minutes later, the men in the van started booing when the blonde put on each article of clothing she was going to wear to school today.

As Jenna’s bra covered her breasts, Carl and Mitch both cried out, “Nooooo…!” before laughing out loud.

They all saw her struggle to concentrate as she dried her long blonde hair, applied makeup and lipstick and dabbed herself with perfume.

Then they heard her sweet little voice say the words they had all been waiting for, “I feel…. weird. I think I’m going to lie down for a bit.”

After her head hit her pillow, Carl said with a huge grin on his face, “Gentlemen, it’s party time!”

Chapter 3

The four men eagerly walked through a house that wasn’t their own on the way to rape an innocent teen girl who was unconscious on her own bed.

Since this was his second time, it was agreed that Mitch was going to let the others go first and that he’d be the cameraman today.

They all wanted their once-in-a-lifetime sexual opportunity recorded to be enjoyed later.

As they entered her pink-colored room with pop star posters on the walls and cheerleading trophies and medals lining a table against the wall, each man took a position around Jenna on her princess-style bed and just stared at her.

“Look at that! Fucking adorable,” Jim said.

“This whole thing…it’s unreal. A dream come true,” Carl added.

“A wet dream, you mean,” Mitch said with a laugh as he squeezed the hard-on under his pants.

“What if she wakes up?” Sammy said worriedly.

All three other men looked at Sammy with the same expression that clearly said, “Shut the fuck up.”

“We already drew straws to determine the fuck order, but why don’t we all join in to strip her?” Mitch suggested.

Without another word, all four men lunged forward onto the bed and practically ripped poor Jenna’s clothes off.

They all agreed that they could be as rough with her as they wanted, so long as they didn’t leave any lasting marks beyond light bruising.

If she woke up and wondered why her body was covered with hickeys, whip marks, or a bleeding asshole, she might freak out, tell her mother and ruin everything.

Within seconds, the gorgeous blonde was naked, and eight hands were roughly squeezing and molesting every inch of her body.

Other than a few freckles, there wasn’t a blemish or mark on her perfect white skin.

“Look at this slut! Not an ounce of fat on her that isn’t in her tits or ass,” Carl said in awe.

Carl was kneeling by her head, had both of his hands wrapped around the base of each of her breasts, and was squeezing so hard that they looked like balloons that were going to burst.

Jim and Mitch were running their hands up and down her toned and firm thighs.

As they had her legs spread out wide, Mitch was dipping multiple fingers in and out of her pussy

while Jim was jamming 1, 2 and then, after a struggle, three fingers into her resisting asshole.

Sammy reluctantly stopped rubbing her flat stomach and stepped out of his clothes since he was the first to fuck her.

“She’s all yours, Sammy,” Mitch said, “We even got her a little lubed up for you. She’s dripping. You can probably just…”

Mitch didn’t finish because Sammy literally jumped on the bed and threw his whole body on top of the helpless blonde teen.

This was quite the feat since, at 5’ 7” and 278 lbs, Sammy was the most overweight and unathletic of the group.

Carl barely got his hands out of the way before Sammy’s chest smashed down on Jenna’s breasts and knocked the wind right out of her.

With only a slight pause to throw his glasses to the side of the bed and then adjust his waist so that the tip of his 6” rock-hard cock was at the entrance of her pussy, Sammy used all his considerable weight to bury it all the way inside her up to his balls with one massive heave.

Jenna let out a loud noise like a combination of a sigh and a scream.

The other three men all looked at each other and smiled while Mitch said, “Damn, don’t kill her before we all get a chance to fuck her!”

“Fuck you!” Sammy yelled and spat viciously into the blonde’s face over and over again as he lifted and slammed his body up and down on top of the spread-eagled teenage body beneath him.

Sammy was crazed, and the guys didn’t know if he was yelling at them, Jenna or maybe even at his wife.

With her eyes wide open, Jenna had a pained look on her face as she weakly said, “No... Stop…Hurts… What..?” while she futilely tried to push Sammy away from her.

After several minutes of manic thrusting, Sammy's hairy and fat body was covered in sweat.

“Fuck you! I’m fucking this hot slut like I’ve always dreamed of! Take it, you slut! Fucking take it! Argghhhh! Yeah! Oh fucking yeah! I fucking HATE you! Going to knock you the fuck up! Give you a baby! Take my cum; you fucking slut!” he screamed as his cock spurted a massive amount of cum deep into her vagina.

As he got off her and stood next to the bed, Sammy wiped the sweat from his forehead and put on his glasses before saying, “I got to go sit down. That was awesome!”

Sammy went over to one of Jenna’s dressers, pulled out all her bras and panties and made himself a pillow with them as he lay down on the bedroom floor.

Jim was next, but before taking off his boxers and getting into bed with her, he said, “I know we just stripped her naked, but I want to experience the whole “fucking a cheerleader” thing. Where is her cheerleading skirt?”

“Yeah, I agree! Hang on, it’s in the drawer over here,” Mitch said as he got it and tossed it and two pom-poms to Jim. “Yeah, I’ve been through all her shit.”

Once Jim put her cheerleader skirt on her and the pom-poms on either side of her head, he rolled the helpless blonde teen over on her stomach and started to massage both her ass cheeks at the same time as he had dreamed of doing for the past year.

“I’m fucking this ass….Oh man, I’m actually going to be fucking this ass,” Jim repeated over and over in absolute joy as he poured lube over his massive 10-inch cock and spread her legs out wide as he got between them.

Due to her constant exercise, each cheek of her ass was plump and firm at the same time.

“My ex-wife never let me….said I’m too big….fucking right, I AM too big. She couldn’t take it…but this slut will….Cheerleaders LOVE anal sex…they all do….she’s taking it ….all the way to my balls…and out her fucking mouth!” Jim said to no one.

Jenna’s perfect round ass was covered in lube from Jim’s hands and shining in the morning sunlight coming in from her bedroom window.

“Damn, Jim! I always thought you were full of shit when you said you had a big cock. You’re a freak show, man. Imagine how much pain her ass is going to be in when she wakes up, and she’ll have no idea why! Fucking hysterical! I hope we record some wild expressions on her face tonight at the game as she tries to stretch and jump around with a broken asshole! This is going to be awesome,” Mitch said while laughing.

Jim was 6’4”, weighed 210, was bald, in reasonably good shape and also the youngest of the four at 51 years old.

After one mighty heave, though, Jim only got the head of his massive greased cock into Jenna’s tiny button of an asshole.

It took five more hard thrusts to get the first 5 inches in.

Very little of Jenna’s 5’ 6” frame could be seen under him.

By this point, the extreme pain Jenna was feeling in her ass rose to a level that the roofies couldn’t suppress, and she started gasping and moaning loudly as her hands futilely tried to reach behind her to push Jim away.

“Stop! It hurts! Arrrgh. What are you doing? Nooooo! Stop. Hurts! Where am I?” Jenna started to say over and over and louder each time until she was screaming.

“Listen to her, Jim. She’s loving the ass fucking you’re giving her!” Carl yelled out as he enjoyed her obvious distress.

Jim paused only to better position himself and to wrap one of his hands around her long blonde hair that trailed halfway down her back, and the other one to cup one of her fat breasts beneath her.

“Slut is going to love this, then,” he said.

Using those parts of her body for leverage, Jim savagely started thrusting back and forth with all his might until Jenna’s bed was banging against her bedroom wall.

It took several long and blissful minutes, but eventually, Jim had all 10 inches of his cock in the cheerleader's tight and constantly gripping ass.

At this point, Jenna was screaming incoherently, and her body futilely tried to buck Jim’s massive frame off her.

Her head started whipping up and down with each thrust, and her face was wet from her tears.

“Nooooo! STOP! Please! It huuuurts! Oh MY GOD!” Jenna screamed, moaned and cried.

“Guys, her ass is fucking gripping my dick as I pull it out of her! I can see….her fucking ass-ring….sliding up….and down…..from the base …..all the way up to the tip! Slut….doesn’t….want… me…to… stop…raping..… her …..ass!” Jim yelled each word after several violent thrusts in and out of her.

When he felt himself about to cum, Jim stopped and stayed perfectly still and squeezed and mangled the tit he had in his hand as hard as he could until the impending orgasm sensation faded enough for him to start fucking her ass hard again.

But soon, Jim knew that even stopping and starting like he had been doing, he couldn’t last much longer.

Seeing his huge cock buried in her tight ass with her blue and white pleated cheerleader skirt hiked up over her waist as her long blonde hair whipped around her head was the mental trigger that finally pushed him past his limits.

Without making a sound, he fulfilled his ultimate fantasy and flooded the ass of the teenage blonde cheerleader beneath him with his cum.

Jim collapsed on top of her, buried his face in her long blonde hair, and said, “I’m not pulling out of her. I’m staying in her ass forever.”

Carl started taking off his clothes while he waited for Jim to get off the now anally raped cheerleader.

“I’m waiting, you fuck! Get off her,” Carl insisted.

“Ok, ok. Oh my god! Her ass is still gripping my dick as I pull it out,” Jim exclaimed before he rolled off her and got off the bed.

Mitch zoomed in on Jim’s barely shrinking cock, which was slick with a mixture of cum, ass juice and lube, before focusing the camera on Jenna’s previously virgin asshole.

It was bright red and swollen so tight that none of the massive amount of cum that Jim had just pumped in there could escape.

“Look at that! My dick’s practically clean of her ass. This cheerleader princess has an ass that was made for fucking!” Jim exclaimed loudly.

Wasting no time, Carl rolled her limp body onto her back and spread her legs wide.

He pushed her blonde hair away from her face and tossed her arms out wide and away from her sides.

He wanted nothing covering her tits.

While sitting on his heels, his palms massaged her inner thighs while he took a moment to appreciate what he was about to experience with absolute joy.

One of his hands pressed down on her flat stomach and slowly slid up towards her breasts while the other grabbed and pulled the sparse and manicured patch of blonde pubic hair above her pussy.

Where Jim had fixated on Jenna’s full and round teen ass, Carl was equally obsessed with her full and round teen breasts.

Weeks ago, when he finally saw her naked on the hidden camera in her bathroom and saw how long and firm her nipples were, Carl almost lost his mind.

He had jerked off to videos of her soaping up her breasts in the shower multiple times a day the past few weeks, but now it wasn’t just an image on a screen.

It was real!

After a deep breath, he pinched both her erect nipples and squeezed them as hard as he could while giving them both a vicious twist until her red lips parted as she cried out.

From how they often tried to poke through her cheerleader top, he always suspected that they'd be long and hard.

And now, here they were in front of him with nothing to stop him from doing what he had been dreaming of.

His hands were shaking in anticipation as they moved around to barely cup both of her large and round tits with his palms.

“32-F! 32-fucking-F sized tits on this smoking hot teen body!” Carl thought to himself.

After a few passionate squeezes, he let go and raised his hands so that her nipples were just barely touching the middle of his palms.

Then, he gently moved both hands in a circular motion and felt the blonde teen’s nipples harden and bend slightly.

“Fuck, I wish I had brought a tape measure! Her nipples are so long. At least ½ inch long, but maybe longer? Tough call. I have to suck on these beauties,” Carl said before his mouth enveloped the top of her left breast.

The head of his cock was pressed slightly into her pussy slit as his mouth feasted on her tits.

With a loud groan, Carl lowered his body and thrust his cock into the blonde’s pussy as hard as he could and then stayed still and enjoyed the hot and tight sensation of her vagina around his member.

Carl didn’t move his hips.

He just sucked on her nipples in total bliss.

Slowly, his hips moved back and forth as he fucked her faster and faster, but his mouth never released its grip unless it was to start sucking and chewing on her other nipple.

After a long while, Carl reluctantly stopped and got off the drugged blonde teen.

Calling over to Jim, he said, “Hey, help me move her so she’s sitting up against the headboard.”

After some severe and unnecessary manhandling of her helpless body by both men, Jenna was propped up against the headboard the way Carl wanted her, and he stood next to the bed so that the head of his cock was pressed directly between her breasts.

Pushing her tits roughly together, he gave himself a slow and enjoyable tit-fuck for a few minutes before grabbing the hair on the back of her head and jamming his cock into her open mouth.

Jenna unconsciously started gagging and tried to pull her head back once his cockhead hit her throat, but Carl stopped her with a solid grip on her blonde hair and proceeded to jam his cock back into her mouth even harder and deeper.

He repeated this several times.

“Oh, that’s nice, Nice and warm and wet. I can feel my cock-head hit the back of her throat and then bend a little as it goes deeper. No suction or tongue, though, since she’s barely awake. Mmmm… I want to try something,” Carl said to no one.

There was a strand of spit that held onto the tip of his cock after he pulled it out of her mouth and stayed unbroken until he pressed the tip of his cock against the erect nipple of Jenna’s breast closest to him.

After a few back-and-forth motions, Carl started laughing and told Mitch to zoom in with the camera on what he was doing.

All three of the other guys circled around Carl and started laughing as well when they saw Carl getting the teen’s ½ long erect nipple into the pisshole of his dick.

“I love this bitch’s tits so much. Am I fucking her nipple, or is her nipple fucking my dick?” Carl asked while he was giggling in joy.

Then he got more aggressive and started to push his dick deeper and deeper into the young teen’s breast until the head of his cock was enveloped with her tit flesh.

He went faster and faster.

Trying to get his cock as deep into her breast as he could until he had made a fleshlight out of one of her tits.

With a loud groan, he grabbed the cheerleader’s head again and jammed his cock as deep as he could get it into her mouth before spurting his cum into the back of her throat.

Jenna came alive at that and started gagging when her airway was cut off, but by that point, Carl was done cumming and just roughly shoved her onto her side on the bed.

“Well, that was different,” Mitch said as he laughed.

“I know! The idea just came to me. Loved it,” Carl agreed.

“I’m bored. I’m going to get some beer out of the cooler in the van. Anyone want one?” Sammy asked.

“I do. I’ll come with you,” Jim replied.

“Bring up a bunch for later. Do you need me to film anything, Mitch? Otherwise, I’m going to take a shit in the princess’s bathroom,” Carl said.

“No, I’m all set using the tripod. I’m going to fuck all three of her holes one after the other for 20 strokes each, over and over and see which one causes me to blow my load,” Mitch said.

Twenty minutes later, Mitch was still fucking the unconscious teen while the other three men drank beer around the bed and placed bets on which hole would take Mitch’s cum.

When he finally shot his load into her pussy, Sammy won 20 dollars.

The four men each had one more round of raping poor Jenna in any position they could think of before noon, and then they broke for lunch.

They just left her face down on her bed with two pillows under her waist, so her ass was in the air and went out to the van to eat the sandwiches that they had brought along with more beer.

They ate in the van because they didn’t want to risk the chance that they’d leave any sign that they were all in the house.

After lunch, Sammy started the rape rotation once again.

At 2:30, Mitch and Jim had to physically drag Jenna off of Carl’s body.

He wouldn’t stop sucking on her nipples, and it was past the time that they agreed they would leave.

He had positioned her so she was laying on top of him with her long blonde hair covering his head while keeping one of her tits in his mouth while his viagra enhanced dick was deep in her pussy.

Once she was free of Carl, Jim dressed Jenna in the clothes she was wearing from when she passed out several hours ago, while Mitch and Sammy put everything they had moved in her room back where it belonged.

Just before they left, Mitch, Jim and Carl had one last feel of her boobs and ass over her clothes while Sammy sadistically used her toothbrush to rub his asshole and balls.

With one last look around Jenna’s room, the four now extremely sexually satisfied men left her house, got in the van and drove away.

Once back at Mitch’s house, the men drank more beer and sat around Mitch’s TV, which was playing a live stream of Jenna passed out on her bed.

With great anticipation, they watched and waited for Jenna to wake up.

Chapter 4

It was a beautiful sunny day, and Jenna was cheerleading with her squad at the very end of the game.

The beautiful blonde was worried about being able to complete the last special move that involved jumping up into the air and landing on the ground doing a split.

Suddenly panicking, she froze and couldn’t move.

Every time she took a breath, her breasts throbbed in agony, especially her nipples.

Taking a quick moment to look down, her anxiety shot up to a heart attack level when she saw that she was naked and her body was on display to everyone in the stands.

Around her, all the other cheerleaders jumped into the air far above her head, came down onto the ground in perfect splits, and shook their pom-poms in joy while Jenna just stood there and started crying in fear.

Suddenly, the cheerleading squad’s coach was screaming into her face to do the move, and Jenna closed her eyes, bent her knees and jumped as high as she could.

When she opened her eyes, she was 10, 20, and then 30 feet above the ground and into the clouds before starting to spread her legs apart as she fell back to the ground.

She could see the ground getting closer and closer, and with her legs spread obscenely wide, Jenna hit the ground so hard it sounded like an explosion went off.

The people in the stands and her fellow cheerleaders all started laughing at her.

Jenna was screaming in pain.

To her, it felt like her hips were shattered, and her body was split in two from her groin right up to her chest.

She couldn’t move, and while the game ended, everyone in the stands walked away around her while she lay helplessly on the ground.

“Help me…please…it hurts so bad…help…pleeease…” she moaned pitifully.

A shadow crossed her face, and she looked up at Ryan, her ex-boyfriend.

“That was dumb. You broke your pussy! You better pray that we can still have sex,’ he said with no emotion while gently kicking her pussy with the dirty tip of his shoe.

From out of nowhere, several huge, faceless men quickly picked her up and slammed her down hard on a table.

She couldn’t see their faces but felt their massive hands as they groped her body and squeezed her breasts cruelly.

Desperately, she wanted to push their rough hands away from her, but she didn’t have any arms.

Even her legs were gone.

She had no way to block or push away the hands of the men as they molested her defenseless and deformed naked body.

Then, with a sudden flash of white light, she was talking about her day at school in her mother’s car.

She told her mother that her breasts were extremely sore, but just before she heard her mother’s response, Jenna woke up and realized that she was in her room and lying on her bed.

It took her several moments to realize that this was now real and that she wasn’t dreaming.

But why was she feeling such pain, all over her body, from a dream?

Her breasts, especially her nipples, hurt so badly she was afraid to touch them.

Her vagina was throbbing and sore.

But nothing compared to the agony she was feeling in her ass.

“Was the dream real? Did I try to do a split like that in my sleep?” her groggy mind asked herself.

It was ten minutes later before Jenna had another rational thought while she stared at her bedroom ceiling.

“Wait, what am I doing? What time is it? What…?” she said out loud.

She rolled off her bed, tried to stand and had to grab the bed with both hands to keep herself from falling.

“Oh, my god. I have to pee,” she said as she grabbed her cell phone off her nightstand and weakly stumbled to her bathroom.

“Oh, man! Did you see her face when she woke up? We fucking broke her!” Carl yelled to his friends.

“Look at her holding her pussy,” Mitch said.

“LOOK! She just reached around to touch her butt-hole. Hahahaha! Must hurt her like fucking crazy! This is so funny,” Jim laughed.

They switched to the bathroom camera and watched her pee before standing up in front of the hidden camera in the mirror over the sink.

The four men had a perfect view of the blonde teenager as she took the time to visually examine her body to try to determine the cause of her physical pain.

After she took her top and bra off, the men cheered when they saw her puzzled and pained face when she saw how her nipples were an extremely bright red color.

She pulled her yoga pants down to her knees and looked at her vagina.

Like her nipples, her whole groin area was red and looked bruised.

Jenna had thought that maybe her period had come early, but she wasn’t bleeding.

She touched the outer lips of her sore vagina gently, and it did feel very swollen and oddly sticky for some reason.

“Do I have a UTI or something? Oh my god. Why does my butt hurt so bad?” she said out loud.

Just then, her phone made a ding, telling her she got a text.

It was from her friend, Mandy, saying she’d be there in 10 minutes to pick her up for tonight’s game.

There were also dozens of other texts from her friends asking her why she wasn’t at school today.

“SHIT! It’s almost 4 o’clock? Did I sleep all day again? No! What’s wrong with me?” she asked no one as she rushed to get dressed.

On the bedroom camera, the men saw Jenna awkwardly change into her cheerleader costume.

It was obvious that her ass was really hurting her.

And Jim was all smiles, knowing that her pain was the result of his massive 10” cock that fucked that ass multiple times was the main reason.

“Look at how slowly she’s putting on her bra and sweater! That’s all me, you fuckers. I wanted to suck and chew those nipples right off her!” Carl said proudly.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about the blue and white bow on her head. I wish we had her wear that, too. That’s so fucking cute and stupid looking,” Mitch said.

“My mouth has a horrible taste in it. I must be getting sick. This is horrible. Have to brush my teeth.” Jenna said softly to herself, but loud enough to be heard on camera.

While brushing her teeth, Sammy laughed and said, “Ha! Ha! Ha! Brush those teeth, you fucking slut. I hope you make up and kiss your boyfriend tonight with my ass debris in your mouth.”

After seeing her stop in the kitchen to take what the men assumed was Tylenol or some kind of pain med, she left her house.

“Gentlemen, grab your cameras and let's go see how our princess cheers with a broken pussy and ass!” Mitch shouted with joy.

Chapter 5

Seven days later, Jenna stared at the ceiling of her bedroom.

The events of the past week were running through her head.

It had been a week since she had strangely fallen asleep last Friday morning and woke up feeling so absolutely physically destroyed later in the afternoon.

Her breasts hurt her for days, and more embarrassingly, her anus had been so sore and swollen that she didn’t have a normal bowel movement until yesterday.

Afraid that her mother would blame it all on how much time she spent cheerleading and tell her to cut back, Jenna didn’t tell her anything about last Friday other than she stayed home from school because of menstrual cramps.

“It doesn’t add up, though. I’m not due until next Saturday. But if my period did come early, maybe that would explain all of the pain I experienced and all the weird fluid that leaked out of my vagina Friday night,” Jenna said to herself as she remembered how embarrassed she was and hoped no one noticed the noticeable wet stain on the crotch of her panties by the end of the game.

Now it was another Friday morning, and she dreaded getting out of bed.

Would it happen again?

She made her smoothie like she always did, drank it and waited.

Nothing.

She felt fine.

With an audible sigh of relief, she got ready for school and ran out of the house to catch her bus.

Chapter 6

Two days later, all four members of the formally named Jenna Fan Club, but now renamed the Jenna Rape Club, sat around the TV at Mitch’s house and watched the first of a few NFL games of the day.

As always, the four men talked about the beautiful blonde cheerleader they had all drugged and thoroughly raped two Fridays ago.

“We have to do it again! I was too nervous to fully enjoy myself as much as I should have,” Carl said.

“No way. It’s too soon,” said Sammy nervously.

“Too soon for what? We'll never get another chance if she or her mom changes their routines. And then we only have shower vids. I WANT THAT ASS AGAIN! It was the best feeling I’ve ever felt,” Jim said passionately.

“Yeah, I’m up for it again. Fridays seem to work the best. Let's do it again!” Mitch declared.

“Fuck yeah! Does anyone want to double-team her with me this time? Fill her ass and pussy all the way up like in a porn movie and make her really scream?” Jim said.

“I’ve never done that before. I’ll try it even though I don’t like the idea of my dick being so close to yours,” laughed Mitch.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” said Sammy.

“Haha! I’ll do her mouth at the same time! We’ll fill all her holes at once!” exclaimed Carl as they all ignored Sammy.

“Yesterday, I bought a vibrator and two fucked up-looking dildos online that we can use on her. Try to make her have an orgasm while she’s passed out. I think that would look pretty wild and great to have on video,” Mitch said.

“Yeah, this is going to be so much better now that we know what to expect. I can’t wait to rape that tight cheerleader ass again!” Jim yelled out.

“Ok, then, round two this Friday,” said Mitch as he rubbed his hands together like an old-time movie villain.

Chapter 7

Five days later, four extremely sexually satisfied men each watched from the privacy of their own homes the live stream coming from Jenna’s hidden bedroom camera.

The four men had just successfully repeated what they had done weeks before and raped the drugged, beautiful blonde teenager in her own home and on her own bed for most of the day.

They watched as Jenna rolled around on her bed as she gradually woke up and learned again that she had passed out and found every inch of her luscious body was sore and aching in pain beyond anything she had experienced before, even much more so than the time before.

This time, though, because her agony was so much worse, she quietly lay in bed and cried until her mother got home from work instead of going to cheerleader practice.

Trying to avoid his wife, Sammy sat in his car in his driveway while stroking his dick as he remembered repeatedly punching her in the back of her head while fucking her doggie-style as he watched the live video feed on his cell phone.

He even punched her tits, ribs and stomach repeatedly when the other guys weren’t looking or in the room.

The other three, with rapt attention, watched and listened to the conversation in the privacy of their own homes.

Carl and Jim were both aroused from hearing Jenna describe to her mother the pain she was in, and each started rubbing their well-used and tired dicks that were still sticky from her pussy and ass juices as they listened to Jenna and her mother talk to each other while they were sitting on Jenna’s bed.

Jenna was openly sobbing while explaining how badly her breasts and vagina were throbbing in agony while her mother rubbed her shoulders.

As expected, her mother told Jenna that she was overworking herself with cheerleading and strongly suggested taking a few weeks off.

At that, Jenna rallied herself and said it might “just” be her period since it was due this weekend.

“I thought that was two weeks ago?” Sally asked.

“I don’t know! I’m all messed up!” Jenna cried out. “Even my bottom hurts!”

“Your bottom? Like your stomach? Constipation or diarrhea? Maybe it’s food poisoning? What did you eat today?” Sally asked.

“Um…just a smoothie like always,” Jenna replied, not wanting to talk about how badly her anus was swollen and how it felt like it was literally on fire to anyone, not even her mother.

“Well, at the very least, let's throw all your smoothie stuff away and give that a rest for a while. And just rest this weekend. No cheering. No running around. Just stay home and rest. And if you’re not feeling better by Monday morning, I’ll take you to the doctor,” her mother said sternly.

“Ok, Mom. I will,” Jenna replied.

Chapter 8

A week later, all four members of the Jenna Rape Club sat around the TV at Mitch’s house and discussed the latest news about Jenna.

As Sammy was putting the USB containing all the edited video of her from her unconscious gang-rape last Friday, Mitch was looking at his phone, which was showing all of her latest texts to her friends and said, “So the stupid little cheer slut still thinks she’s just been sick. One of her friends suggested mono, and she and her mother agreed with that. Haha..”

“No more smoothies, though. Damn! I hope that changes. But I have no regrets. I did everything I and my dick wanted to do to her last Friday,” declared Jim.

“Yeah, me too. Remember how she screamed when we double-teamed her? She was so loud I thought she was fully awake,” Mitch said.

“That’s because my dick was in her ass!” Jim said proudly.

“Yeah. Did you even fuck her pussy at all, or did you dedicate yourself to her asshole?” Carl asked his friend with much amusement.

“Ha ha! I did fuck her pussy a few times, but pulled out and finished in her ass every time. I fucking love her tight little asshole,” Jim said proudly.

The men continued to talk and reminisce as the video recording of her latest gang rape played on the TV.

“I love it, in the beginning, when she falls asleep, and her mouth hangs open a little like that. Her lips always start out red and shiny…tastes like strawberry..hhhmmm… Love it.” Sammy commented while looking at the TV.

“I’m glad we fully dressed her up as a cheerleader this time,” Jim said.

“Yeah, I was worried that her sweater would cover her big tits too much, but it stretched right up to under her chin and stayed there the whole time,” Mitch said as they all watched the screen that showed Jenna on her hands and knees with Jim behind her and fucking her ass as hard and fast as he could with his 10” long cock.

“Look at those fat fucking tits just bouncing around while you bang her, Jim. Back and forth, just begging to be squeezed and sucked. It’s just amazing! The whole day was just outstanding. It never, never, never, never wasn’t awesome fucking her pussy, ass, tits or mouth. Although… I would like to have her give me a real blowjob. Those red lips would look so hot wrapped tight around my dick, with a lot of suction. Damn, I want that. Not that fucking her mouth and ramming it into the back of her throat isn’t awesome, too,” Carl replied.

“Did anyone else notice that she always gags and chokes when we try to make her deepthroat us? But when she was on top of Mitch when they were in the 69 position, Mitch’s dick went all the way into her throat with no problem?” Jim asked his friends.

“I did! Her lips were at the base of my dick! I could feel the added pressure on my dick when I slid down her throat. Thank fuck, I have it on video. I was going to mention it to you guys. It’s like she has no gag reflex in that position. We should all test that out next time,” Mitch replied.

“I liked using a vibrator on her. I had never used one on a girl before. Wife would never use one. I think I made Blondie cum a few times when I pressed it down hard on her little clit. Do you guys think so?” Sammy said hopefully.

“Yeah, Sammy. Her legs were shaking like crazy. You definitely made her cum a fuck ton of times, and for a long time, too,” Jim replied.

“The vibrator reaction was fun, and those two dildos were pretty fucked up looking, too. The alien dog-looking one was my favorite. All those little knubs all over the surface, and how it fucking crazy the shape was. We really had to push it hard to get that big knot at the end into her little pussy,” Jim said.

“Yeah. That was pretty fucked up! She seemed to like that one the best, though. You must have been hitting a sweet spot inside her that was driving her crazy. The way she was lifting her hips up and down to take it all the way was fucking incredible. But she did NOT like the other one, though. What even was that thing supposed to be, anyway? It was as long as my fucking arm!” Carl asked.

“Package said it was called “The Dangerous Dragon Dildo”. Even had a warning label to “go slow” to avoid injuries,” laughed Mitch.

“Probably a good thing we didn’t try to get more than half of it in her pussy,” Carl said.

“Look at the TV! Here’s my favorite part of the day! When Carl sat on the edge of the bed, we positioned her so she was facing him and straddling his waist with his cock in her pussy. Look at her ass cheeks and thigh muscles all flexed at the same time. Carl, it was genius when you stood up with her and yelled for someone to fuck her ass at the same time you were fucking her pussy. I’m glad I got to her first. Pause the video! Look at her! We made a literal cheerleader sandwich!” Mitch exclaimed.

“It’s a perfect shot on video. Her arms are around Carl’s neck. You can see her ponytail and bow. Her sweater is pulled up and shows her tits. Her flat stomach and ribs are showing. Her cheerleader skirt is pulled up around her waist, and those perfectly toned legs are flexing as you fuck her…fuck…it’s like a fantasy come true,” Jim said.

“Her legs are just fucking hanging there, flopping around as we slam into her. Hit play again and listen to her cry out when we fuck into her both at the same time!” Mitch said with absolute lust in his voice.

“I liked this part coming up, too. Making her stand up and then walking her around her bedroom by pulling on her nipples was hysterical. And then being shocked as shit when Manny suddenly ran into and tackled her onto the bed. Vicious! Good thing you didn’t kill her, Manny,” Jim said.

“Fuck you! If it was so vicious, why did you stand her up and do the same thing more times than I did?” laughed Manny.

“Because it was an awesome idea! Feeling her breath explode out of her soft body as I smash into her and then land on top of those big fat tits….fuck yeah,” Jim replied.

“Yeah, it was fun, but I think that was when we got a little out of control. Her ribs must be sore as fuck now,” Carl said.

“That was when WE got a little out of control? We? You’re the one who started punching her tits like you were in a boxing match,” Mitch exclaimed. “Hold her arms behind her back and keep her standing up while I punch her!” you begged me!”

“Yeah… that was so nice. My fist just sank in like I was punching a soft and warm pillow. But, once I started on her tits, I wanted to beat the shit out of her whole body,” Carl admitted.



A few hours later, the video ended with Jenna sleeping on her bed. The men had changed her back into the clothes she was wearing for school that day and put her cheerleader outfit back where she kept it.

(A few days later, Jenna noticed that her uniform had several stains on it but didn’t recognize that it was cum or even think anything odd about it as she put it all in the washing machine.)

“You know, in the weeks ahead, if she doesn’t fall back into a morning routine where we can drug her…” Mitch started to say, but then left the idea hanging.

“Keep going. I might have been thinking the same thing,” Carl laughed.

“Yeah, me too. We could easily do it. With all the hidden cameras to tell us where she is in the house and a few stun guns to knock her out until we tie her up,” Jim added.

“I have some bondage stuff my ex-wife left behind when she took off. She was really into that shit. I was, too. Leather cuffs and chains. We could keep her tied up in any position we can think of. It would make everything easier and a lot of fun,” Mitch said.

“What the fuck are you all talking about?” Sammy asked, totally confused.

The three friends looked at each other as they considered how he’d react, and then they all looked at Sammy.

“We go into her house in the morning after her mom leaves, maybe while she’s taking a shower, grab her and rape her the old-fashioned way,” Mitch replied.

“No fucking way! I’m not doing that. You’re all crazy!” Sammy exclaimed.

“Sammy, you already raped her twice. Actually, multiple times on two separate days. What difference does it make?” Carl asked.

“She was knocked out! She couldn’t identify all of us. We’re just going to walk into her house and grab her. What if she gets away? She’ll be able to describe us to the cops,” Sammy said.

“We could wear ski masks. That would disguise us and leave my mouth free to suck on her tits and nipples,” Carl suggested eagerly.

“We’ll wear ski masks when we hit her with the stun gun and then blindfold her. Once she’s tied up like that, we can remove our masks. I’ve also got a different one for her. It’s a black leather eye mask for sleeping with a strong strap that won’t fall off easily. She won’t see shit wearing that, and it looks kinda sexy, too,” Mitch added.

“You guys are fucked! It’s only been a week since we all raped her, and you want to do it again so soon?

“We could make her drink a little roofied water throughout the day to keep her calm,” Jim said, ignoring Sammy.

“No! Oh fuck! I have an idea. What if once she was tied up, I mean, tied spreadeagled on her bed, we gave her an alcohol enema?” Mitch suggested.

“Sure, but what the fuck is that?” Carl asked.

“It’s an enema bottle filled with booze: vodka or whatever. If we made her drink alcohol, she might puke, and no one wants to deal with that. But if we push a pint of alcohol up her ass, her colon will absorb it, and she’ll be drunk fast, but she won’t get sick,” Mitch said.

“No, use a turkey injector, but remove the needle. Then, we’ll be able to get every last drop of booze deep inside her. I have one that will be perfect. 3-inch nozzle after the metal needle is removed,” suggested Sammy.

“Wait, I know what that is. It’s like a big syringe to marinate a turkey under the skin. Sammy… genius. Fucking sick but genius,” laughed Mitch.

“AND! If we do that after I fuck her raw up the ass, it will hurt her like fucking crazy! Let’s do it!” Jim yelled.

“Hang on. She’s going to tell her mom about getting raped, then they’re going to go to the cops. Even if we don’t get caught, they might get a security company to lock the house down, and we’ll never get to fuck her ever again. Isn’t it better to wait a few weeks or months and fuck her again while she’s sleeping?” Sammy said as he tried to reason with his friends.

“That is probably true, Sammy. But what if we do something so horrendous to her that she won’t dare tell anyone?” Mitch asked.

“Like what?” Jim asked.

“I don’t know. I have to think about that,” Mitch replied, keeping his perverted idea to himself.

“We could threaten to show the videos of her getting fucked to every contact you have on her phone. Threaten to post it and all of her personal information to every social platform on the internet. All the people her mom works with. Colleges she’s applied to…” Sammy unexpectedly added, making the others laugh.

“You flip sides so easily, Sammy. Now you’re in on it? And like a master blackmailer? Hysterical. What about a special video? Where we make her be a willing participant. Make her say and do things on camera that would embarrass her to no end. She’d have no excuse. Make it so nobody would believe her if she said she was raped,” Carl said.

“Awesome! Think about this, too. If she was blindfolded and we acted like there were more than just the four of us. Wear different cologne and talk differently or something. She’d never know how many guys raped her or if the cops could catch everyone. We could tell her that whoever isn’t caught would kill her. And her mother, too.” Mitch added.

“We just went seriously dark, guys, but I think this plan will work. When?” Jim asked.

“Fuck it. Let's do it in a couple of days,” Carl said.

“I have some Halloween masks we can use to really fuck her mind up. Remember that over-the-head latex pig mask? I have a scarecrow and a mutated zombie one, too. Hey, can we hang her upside down by her ankles and whip her with our belts?” asked Sammy with a slight smile.

The three men looked at Sammy as if they expected him to say he was kidding.

When he didn’t, Jim said, “You know what? That does sound like fun.”

“Shit, guys. I have some leather bondage stuff for her ankles that will make doing that to her pretty easy,” Mitch added with a laugh.

“It’s doable too! Half of her room has a vaulted ceiling. There are two beams to choose from we could hang her from,” Sammy said as he took off his thick leather belt, “Imagine whipping that sweet pussy while she’s upside down with her legs spread out wide!”

“Ok, ok, we hang her from her ankles and whip her with our belts. Any other requests?” asked Mitch.

“Fuck, this is going to be our last time with her. We really should go fucking crazy! What else?” Jim asked.

“If Carl doesn’t mind, since it involves her boobs, I’d like to see how many of those big binder clips I can put on her tits before she totally freaks out in pain. I want to make her piss herself in pain!” Mitch said.

”I want to see that too. I’ve also got a good-sized metal dog cage for my dog that we can use. He’s a monster, so it should be big enough for her. Let's keep her locked up in that when we need a break. Imagine how good those pictures and videos are going to be! A super hot blonde teen, naked except for a cheerleading skirt, and locked in a dog cage. I want to jerk off now just thinking about it,” Carl said.

“Good idea with the cage. That will come in handy for something I have planned as well. I’m also going to order one of those machines that will fuck a dildo in and out of her. Imagine that dragon dildo fucking her pussy at high speed for 30 minutes while she blows us all. Or up her ass!” Mitch added.

“I saw a gangbang video last week where six guys pissed into some slut’s mouth. That would be wild to try. But do we want to make a mess like that in her room? What if she’s too fucked up to clean it enough and her mom notices? Can’t have that. We have to think about all of that, too,” Carl warned.

“Good point, Carl. So that also means no bruises on her face or hands that people can see, but everywhere else should be fine,” Mitch said.

“So that means we can attach razor blades to the belts before we whip her?” suggested Sammy with a grin.

“No, you sick fuck! I’m going to put the brakes on this now before you say to chop her head off. But if there’s something that you want to do to her, get whatever you need. No razors, though! Let me read her texts, calendar and email. See when a good time would be. It’s going to be at least a few weeks before we can do this, I think. I want it to be perfect for us,” Mitch advised.

“I’m all for going slow with this. Take your time,” Sammy agreed.

“Agreed,” said Carl and Jim.

Chapter 9

The following few weeks went by slowly for the men as they waited for Mitch to give the signal that he had a perfect date and time to gangrape their cheerleader obsession.

Separately, each of the four men made multiple trips to Jenna’s bedroom when the house was empty to entertain themselves at her expense.

Several times, Sammy got into her bed while naked, covered himself in all the teen’s dirty clothes from her hamper and masturbated while watching videos on his phone of himself fucking Jenna.

Each time, he wrapped her dirty panties around his dick just before cumming all over them.

After jerking off to pictures and videos of Jenna for several days, Carl saved every drop of his cum in a plastic ziplock bag and kept it fresh in his refrigerator.

Then he took each of her clean bras out of her dresser and poured some of his semen into each cup where her nipples would be.

The thought of his cum constantly rubbing up against her nipples throughout the entire day while she was at school gave him an almost perpetual hard-on.

He hoped and imagined that his dried and crusty cum would also irritate her nipples, and maybe if she were physically active, it would mix with her sweat and coat her skin with a sticky goo.

Doing something similar, Jim put his saved cum in everything Jenna used on a daily basis.

He put it in her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, the top of her roll-on antiperspirant, make-up creams, door knobs, hairbrush handles, TV remote, light switches and into her toothbrush bristles.

At first, Mitch was a little pissed off that the others had already picked all the spots he could think of to deposit his cum, but then he realized that the little blonde now liked to eat yogurt and strawberries for breakfast.

So he dumped a bag of his cum into her yogurt and mixed it all up.

Seeing her spoon his seed into her mouth every morning was more than satisfying enough for him.

Jenna had no idea of all the things that the men were doing to her things, but she did notice some of the effects from it.

Her nipples were constantly irritated, almost itchy.

Her prominent nipples, which she personally found embarrassing when they tried to poke through her T-shirts, were always hard in her bra now, despite her not doing anything to make that happen.

Several times in school and many times at home (to Carl's absolute joy), she went to her bathroom and took off her top and bra in front of her mirror to see what was wrong.

Usually, her nipples were slightly pinker than normal and sore to touch, but she couldn’t figure out why other than her bra cup was stiffer than usual.

A few times, Jenna found that the tips of her nipples were wet and sticky, but she just thought it was from sweat, despite her not doing anything strenuous.

She also had to replace her toothbrush because brushing her teeth several times left a strange aftertaste in her mouth.

One time, she asked her mom why everything she touched in her room felt sticky, but her mother didn’t investigate and just used that as an excuse to tell her to clean her room more often.

Rather than get mad at that, Jenna agreed and asked her mother to help her change the sheets on her bed because they always smelled horrible, like her school gym locker.

During the week, Jenna occasionally had friends over to her house after school, but on the weekends, she was usually at someone else’s home or at an event for the school.

One time, though, one of her friends stayed overnight, and then the men were gifted with seeing a different teenage cheerleader naked in the shower.

Although her friend was cute, she wasn’t as sexy or as well-endowed as Jenna.

One especially interesting afternoon was when her ex-boyfriend, Ryan, appeared.

Ryan was the son of Jimmy Diamond, the owner of The Diamond Ranch, a pig farm and slaughterhouse in town.

Diamond Ranch employed a tenth of River Rock's population, and Ryan was used to using his father’s influence to always get his way.

The men could overhear a conversation in the kitchen that sounded like Jenna and Ryan were talking about getting back together.

As he was pressuring her to have sex, Ryan was also making romantic promises to her that the guys listening all knew were total bullshit, but Jenna was too trusting to figure it out.

An hour later, they were making out in Jenna’s bedroom.

Soon, both teens were naked and were lying awkwardly in bed together.

It was obvious that they were arguing about something, and Jenna was getting angry.

Ryan kept asking for a blowjob, but Jenna didn’t want to do it.

The men learned that Jenna’s reluctance to do so was why they broke up in the first place.

The blonde cheerleader absolutely loathed performing oral sex on a guy.

She hated everything about it.

Thought it was demeaning and tasted gross.

After threatening to tell all their friends that Jenna was a frigid bitch, she relented, and only after a minute, Ryan pulled her mouth off his dick and said that she was going to make him cum.

After that, he quickly put on a condom, and they had sex in the missionary position.

Ryan only lasted less than two minutes before blowing his load.

He quickly got dressed and started to leave, which triggered an angry outburst from Jenna about how he lied about loving her earlier and just used her for sex.

Ryan told her to stop being a bitch and left the house, leaving her naked and furious in her room.

The men all laughed when they saw it on video.

“What a waste! Who the fuck would leave a hot fucking piece of meat like that?” Jim said to himself as he watched the whole thing live on his phone.

Carl texted Mitch, “Hysterical. They just broke up again! Do you think she’s horny as hell now?”

“Definitely! Look at what she’s doing!” Mitch texted back.

Naked, Jenna laid back down on her bed, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy.

She seldom masturbated, and now the men were all given a special treat thanks to Ryan’s poor love-making ability.

While one hand furiously rubbed her now soaking wet and glistening pussy, the other was rubbing and pulling on her large and heavy breasts while pinching her rock-hard nipples.

After some loud and sexy moaning, Jenna made herself cum even faster than it took for Ryan to do to himself.

Chapter 10

A week later, a group text was sent that the three men were eagerly waiting for.

“Looks like we’re finally good to go! I’ll fill you in at my house tomorrow,” texted Mitch.

Once the men were all eagerly gathered together, Mitch told them what he’d learned and what the plan would be.

“Get this. Her mother is going away to a work conference for two nights next week. She’s leaving the house for the airport at 5:00 PM on Tuesday, and she’s not getting back until 7:00 PM Thursday. Initially, Jenna’s aunt was going to be staying with Jenna, but she broke her ankle. After much debate, Jenna convinced her mom to let her stay home alone. The deal they made is that if Jenna behaves herself and doesn’t have friends at the house, or hosts a party, or does anything stupid, she’ll be rewarded with a car. I think her mother was getting her a car anyway. Doesn’t matter, except it just makes things better for us,” Mitch said.

“How does her getting a car help us?” asked Sammy.

“It’s a huge incentive for her to stay home alone and not have any friends over, which is what we want!” Carl interjected.

“So, what are we thinking here? We’ve got two different days to pick from to gang rape her? Or…are we going to rape her for two days straight?” Jim asked with a smile.

“I’m thinking we set ourselves up at the house as soon as we know her mom is on her flight and don’t leave the house until an hour before mom gets home,” Mitch answered.

“Holy shit! That’s a lot of rape time. Guys, I’m calling this now. I want a solid hour to suck on each of her tits! That’s one hour per nipple. No one fuck with me on this,” Carl exclaimed.

“That’s fine,” laughed Jim, “I’m thinking of doing some crazy shit to that tight little asshole myself.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sammy said sadly. “I can’t stay overnight! My wife will flip out. What am I going to say to her to explain it? Especially during the week.”

“You’ll just have to leave and come back when you can, Sammy,” Carl answered.

“Yeah, sorry, Sammy. But you doing that might work out best for all of us. Carl, I need you to bring something to the house on Day 2 to help with the blackmail we’ll need to keep her quiet. But wait! I forgot. It gets better. That Tuesday night is team picture and award night at her school. Our cheerleader slut is going to get all dressed up in her uniform with her very best makeup, including the fancy ponytail and that stupid blue bow ribbon. Probably sparkles on her face, too. Her friend picks her up to take her there and then drops her off at home by 9:00 PM. Think about that, men. At 9:00 PM on Tuesday, she’s going to be fully dressed in her cheerleading best and walking into a house while the four of us are hidden inside and waiting for her! We’ll have 45-fucking hours to rape the living shit out of that big-titted blonde cheerleader anyway we want!” exclaimed Mitch to his three now ecstatic friends.

End of Part 1

Part 2

Chapter 11

After all the other horrible men left the house, the man Jenna called “Sunglasses”, due to his always wearing reflective glasses every time she saw him, sat on the bed next to her.

She was wearing her blue and white pleated cheerleader skirt like always, but nothing else.

Jenna was lying on her side with her hands tied behind her back.

Her mind and spirit were as broken as her body felt after two entire days of never-ending rape and abuse.

His right hand roughly roamed over all the soft curves of her naked and bruised body as he reminded her for a third time in the last ½ hour what the chain of events would be if she dared to tell anyone, even her mother, what went on here today.

Jenna’s eyes were wide as saucers in absolute fear, but it had nothing to do with what he was saying.

She had convinced herself that this man was going to kill her now that the others were done raping her.

It was what the especially fat one with the pig mask had whispered to her several times while he was raping her.

And Sunglasses was the one that scared her the most, too.

Jenna could remember being so happy when she came home from the Awards Celebration that took place at her high school, where she earned her latest cheer trophy.

She had been promoted to co-captain of the Cheerleader team, her professionally shot photographs were perfect, and she was looking forward to having the house to herself for a few days.

With a smiling face, she practically skipped through her front door, kicked off her shoes and rushed upstairs to her room to change into her pajamas with the goal of spending the night chatting with her friends on her phone.

But as soon as she stepped into her bedroom, she saw Sunglasses smiling at her while he stood beside her bed.

Stupidly, Jenna wasn’t even scared, just confused.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask why he was in her room, she felt a small explosion of electricity against her lower back before falling lifelessly on her bedroom floor.

Jenna remembered several men in masks rushing forward, lifting her up and laying her down on her bed.

By the time Jenna regained some control of her body, her hands were bound together at the wrists and tied over her head to her bed’s headboard.

Two other men held her by her ankles and spread her legs wide.

What happened next, Jenna had a hard time remembering.

It was a never-ending blur of pain, panic and horror.

She could remember them cutting off her bra and panties, and felt relieved that they kept her cheerleader sweater and skirt on.

The fact that she was still dressed made her think that maybe they wouldn’t rape her and that they were just robbers.

She could not have been more wrong.

They kept her arms tied over her head like that until the morning sun shone through her bedroom windows the next day.

During that entire time, she was viciously raped.

So many times.

By so many men.

How many, she had no idea.

Some of them wore different types of masks, and sometimes Jenna was blindfolded and couldn’t see a thing.

Whenever a man wanted to rape her ass (which was often), she was just rolled over onto her stomach and viciously violated.

And then, whenever someone wanted to rape her vagina, she was rolled over onto her back like a toy or a piece of meat.

The men were like animals and seemed to take as much pleasure in hurting her as in having sex with her.

While Sunglasses calmly spoke, he showed her a video that he had taken on his phone of her enthusiastically giving a very large dog a blowjob on her bed.

The dog was on its back, and she was straddling its body on her hands and knees.

The entire grotesque 7” long dog cock was entirely in her mouth, including ½ of the large knot at the base that spread open her mouth as wide as it could go.

These evil men had happily discovered that she had a hidden talent for being able to effortlessly deepthroat a cock if she was on top in the 69 position.

Any cock, man or dog, any size and all the way down to the balls.

It didn’t matter that Jenna was drunk at the time because they had forced massive amounts of alcohol into her ass.

All that mattered to the blonde teen was that the men had promised they would all leave as soon as she made the animal cum in her mouth and if she swallowed every drop.

Jenna had gone well past the point of resisting by that point anyway and was doing anything she was asked to make this multi-day-long rape come to an end.

But the video she was watching now didn’t show any of that.

It only showed her enthusiastically moaning and begging the dog to cum in between every time she deepthroated his obscene-looking 7” cock.

Her red lips stretched out wide each time the dog’s knot at the base of its cock entered the cheerleader's mouth.

In the video, she could see her eyes go wide, and she knew that was when the dog started to ejaculate its seed into her mouth.

She remembered how the dog’s cock was so far down her throat that she just instinctively swallowed after every spurt.

And there were so many spurts!

Watching it happen all over again on video made her swallow despite her empty mouth.

“That ending was fantastic, but we also liked it a little earlier when the dog started licking your pussy that was bouncing up and down over his head. We all saw your thighs start to shake and heard you moan out loud over and over. Why else would you moan while sucking a dog’s dick, you fucking slut? Did the dog make you cum? We have it all recorded on another phone, so don’t lie,” Sunglasses asked her while he recorded her answer with his phone.

The bound blonde teen looked at Sunglasses.

God, she hated his smirk.

Often, the men had instructed her on what to say several times during the past two days, and she knew how painful her punishment would be if she didn’t lie and say what the men wanted.

They told her that it was all to prove she wasn’t raped.

That she was just a willing participant.

Just a slut.

But to her eternal shame, this accusation about the dog was true.

The dog had made her cum.

With no hesitation, Jenna replied. “Yes. The dog made me cum multiple times while I was sucking his wonderful cock. I loved it when he was licking my pussy. Thank you for letting me fulfill my fantasies with him.”

“Fantastic. Remember slut, that is just more evidence to use against you,” Sunglasses told her.

“Ok, Cheer Tits, one last time, just so we’re clear. You’re not going to tell anyone about what went on here over past few days. No one! I have all your email and phone contacts. All your social media accounts and everyone who follows you on them. I have all your mom’s info, including some of the people she works with, including her boss. I know your grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. I know the colleges you’ve applied to and who you’ve been speaking with. I know how to contact everyone you know at your school.” Sunglasses said while he was cruelly squeezing and twisting her breasts, “You don’t even know how many guys fucked you. Even if you said fuck it. Go to the police and try to get us arrested before we release all the videos, which is fucking impossible. Do you think they’ll get all of us? Ha ha! If the cops miss just one of us, that person will upload it all, and your life is ruined.

Jenna stopped looking at the phone that was showing her licking the dog’s repulsive asshole and looked at Sunglasses’ emotionless face.

She tried to burn into her memory what he looked like, but he could be anyone with his shaggy beard and reflective sunglasses, and she’d never remember.

Jenna knew exactly what his penis looked, tasted, and felt like, but she didn’t think that would help.

She doubted that she could identify any of the men who raped and brutalized her.

How many were there anyway?

She tried to keep track a few times, but it could have been six or as many as sixteen for all she knew for sure.

There was the fat one for sure, “sunglasses” here, the breast-sucking one, the aftershave guy, and the tall one with the long penis that only brutally raped her ass.

Some wore Halloween masks, some ski masks, and one had a stocking over his face.

Then, who knows how many more raped her when she was blindfolded.

Her mind couldn’t comprehend how so many men could all be so cruel and heartless as they were to her.

Sunglasses continued to talk while twisting one of her bright red and massively bruised breasts.

“The second you tell someone, anyone, I’ll know it, and I’m going to release every video and photo that we took over the past few days online to every hosting site in the world along with your real name, social security number, addresses and cell phone numbers of everyone in your cell phone. Everyone. Plus, college discussion boards, your mom’s company customer service site and every social media company that exists. Anyone who searches for your name online will get nothing but images and videos of you getting fucked in every way imaginable,” he said.

Jenna’s eyes filled up with tears, and it wasn’t caused by the fresh feeling of agony brought on by the man torturing her nipple.

No, it was from realizing that he was right, that she’d never tell anyone about what happened here.

It would ruin her life and everyone she loved.

She’d never get into college if she went to the police.

Never cheer again.

She’d lose her family and friends, everything.

The tears were from knowing that these bastards are going to get away with what they did to her.

“Or,” Sunglasses offered, “You keep quiet. You keep quiet, and no one knows. We all walk away, and you go on with your life. You talk, and everything I’ve mentioned will happen. And if all that doesn’t kill your mom…we’ll make sure something else does. You understand what I’m saying, slut? Do you!!”

“Yes! I won’t tell anyone! Ever! Please, leave me alone. Please...I beg you…Please,” Jenna yelled.

With that, Sunglasses put his phone in his pocket, rolled the blonde teen onto her stomach, and freed her hands by unlocking the leather bracelets on her wrists.

He took a slender rope that was tied to a bedpost and tied it to her ankle using a dozen simple knots.

He was going to leave at that point.

Then, after unceremoniously jamming his middle finger all the way into her asshole with one vicious thrust, he savagely moved his arm back and forth so hard it looked like he was punching her ass over and over until Jenna was hysterically begging him to stop.

“It’s going to take you a while to untie that. By the time you’re done and free, I’ll be gone. It’s been fun, Cheer Tits,” Sunglasses said with a laugh.

After using her long blonde hair to wipe his finger clean, he slowly walked out of Jenna’s house and drove away.

A few hours later, the brutally raped blonde teen slowly walked naked through her house like a zombie.

Seminal fluid leaked out of her pussy and asshole and left a trail of slime on both her inner thighs well past her knees.

After confirming that her rapists were no longer in her house and when enough of her mind became clear, she wanted to shower and prepare herself for when her mother returned home.

She constantly cried during the shower, but it wasn’t from the pain of the water hitting her bruised and sore body.

No, it was from remembering what those horrible men did to her there.

After the men took her cheerleader skirt and sweater off, they tied her hands behind her back and laid her on her arms and ass in the tub.

Then, the fat one in the pig mask walked naked into the bathroom.

She had no idea why he sat on the tub's edge with his disgusting asscheeks over her face like that.

Jenna only thought that he wanted to torment her just with the sight of his asshole.

What happened next would give her nightmares for the rest of her life.

Jenna remembered how, just as she pitifully began to beg the four naked men in her bathroom to stop and leave her alone, a long tube of dark brown shit shot out of the fat one’s asshole and completely covered her face.

Jenna’s mouth was wide open at that time as she pleaded with the men for mercy, and it took her mind a few seconds to even comprehend what it was that had just filled her entire mouth.

Once she did, that was when the choking and screaming began as Jenna’s body thrashed around in the tub like she was having a seizure.

While the men stood laughing around the tub, one after the other took that moment to urinate all over her body.

It didn’t matter to them that she was choking on the fat man’s shit and her own vomit that was falling back into her mouth.

The men only laughed at her and made her thank them for trying to piss away all the shit and vomit off her face.

They then let freezing cold water from the shower wash enough of the bodily waste off her body so they could untie her hands and allow her the freedom of movement so she could fully clean herself off.

After she turned the cold water to warm, Jenna remembered putting handfuls of shampoo into her mouth in the vain hope of making the taste go away.

After she had cleaned herself, the men each took turns standing with the naked teen in the shower and had her rub soap all over their old, fat and wrinkled bodies.



Now, back in the shower, she was forcing herself to wash her hair and finish the shower before her mother got home.

Jenna styled her hair and applied makeup only to give the illusion that everything was fine.

There were bruises and whip marks literally all over Jenna’s body except for her face, hands and feet, but she didn’t think her mother would see anything with the clothes that she was wearing.

Jenna was hungry, but every time she tried to eat something, she was reminded of what she was allowed to eat during her ordeal.

So many memories of when her mouth was full of cum, piss and even shit and being made to swallow it all.

And then those horrible men made her say thank you for it every time.

It all made her too nauseous to eat anything.

When her mother, Sally, came home, Jenna forced a smile and steeled herself not to cry out in agony after receiving a long and welcoming hug.

Even her mother’s soft body pressed lightly against her tortured breasts felt like agony.

Her poor breasts!

So many times during the past two days, Jenna thought that the evil men were going to rip them off her body.

The only time she had any respite from all of them twisting, mauling, slapping, torturing and punching her breasts was when the “Sucker” abused her nipples.

“That sick bastard!

Memories of how he sucked and chewed on her nipples until they were purple and numb made tears fill up her eyes.

Just when Jenna thought the “Sucker” had had enough, he took out what he said was a cigar cutter and removed several layers of skin on the very tips of her nipples so he could suck the blood out of her breasts.

Jenna had always been so proud of her large breasts, but she wasn’t anymore.

Now she hated them, suspecting that they were probably the reason these men noticed her to begin with.

Later that night, after noticing how quiet and slow-moving her daughter was, Sally asked Jenna if she was feeling well.

Jenna lied and said she was feeling a lot like she had during the horrible time she was sick a few weeks ago, when she even stayed home from school, but she was feeling better now.

While they were talking about that in Jenna’s bedroom, Sally washed her hands in the bathroom and noticed a used condom in the trash bucket.

She immediately became angry, thinking about Ryan being in the house while she was away, which was exactly what she had told Jenna not to do.

But before she had a chance to talk to Jenna about it, Sally realized that Jenna wasn’t going near her bed like she was afraid of it, and then she noticed a dozen hickeys on Jenna’s neck and cautiously asked how things were with Ryan.

At that, Jenna was barely able to keep herself from having a nervous breakdown.

Just being in the room where she was so brutally gang-raped and being asked about another stressful sexual event broke her, and she fell sobbing into her mother’s arms.

Jenna mentally used her poor sexual experience with Ryan to vent and disguise her emotional devastation from the gang rape.

She knew that she couldn’t tell her mother what had happened and risk something even more horrible happening.

It took several minutes for Jenna to calm down enough to tell her mother that she and Ryan had sex while she was away, and she kept crying that she was sorry over and over.

Knowing that something awful must have happened, Sally gently asked her if Ryan forced himself on her, but Jenna refused to reply and got extremely upset when pressed to answer.

Sally told her daughter that she would support whatever she wanted to do and take the rest of the week off from school if needed.

Chapter 12

All that week, Jenna refused to sleep in her own bed and used the spare bedroom.

Sally wondered if Ryan had forced his way into the house.

Since she had wanted to install a home security system and thought that her daughter didn’t feel safe in her own house, she immediately had one installed that weekend.

All the doors and windows were now alarmed, and several cameras were placed at strategic locations outside the house.

In addition, a panic button was installed next to Sally’s and Jenna’s beds that would immediately notify the alarm company.

This eased Jenna’s mind enough to start using her own room again.

The following week, Sally got Jenna the car as promised.

With the added home security and the freedom from having her own car, Jenna relaxed enough to return to her normal routines and socialize again with her friends.

Jenna broke down in tears when she got her period a few days later.

Cheers of absolute joy.

It was something she had refused to let herself think about.

The FatMan had repeatedly told her that he hoped he would make her pregnant every time he orgasmed inside her.

That he would impossibly make her marry him.

That he would keep her pregnant for the rest of her life.

The thought of telling her mother that she was pregnant and wanted an abortion would have been more than she could have endured.

A week later, Jenna asked her mother if they could change everything about her bedroom, and the two of them spent a weekend painting and replacing almost everything in her room.

Redoing the room was wonderful for both of them, except for two awkward moments when Jenna had to force herself to remain calm.

One was when Jenna’s Mom asked her where her largest cheer trophy was.

At that, Jenna managed to keep her hand from shaking with anxiety as she painted a wall while she remembered what the men had made her do to herself with her most prized trophy.

The trophy was 3’ tall and featured a 1’ tall metal figure that was up on one leg, holding a pom-pom over her head, standing on top of an ornate base.

It was the man with the huge penis who noticed the smooth and long shape of the gold-colored cheerleader on the top half of the trophy and thought it would be “awesome” to see Jenna fuck herself with it.

It was humiliating and excruciating.

“It fell and broke, Mom, so I threw it away. I don’t care. I have enough,” Jenna lied.

The other time was when her Mom was painting the exposed beam in the part of her room with a vaulted ceiling and noticed two spots that were all dirty and scratched up.

Jenna only shrugged and said that she had no idea, despite knowing exactly why.

Since she had been unconscious at the time, she had no idea how the men had done it, but when she woke up, she found herself upside down and hanging from the beam by her ankles.

They had taken her sweater off, leaving both of her massive breasts hanging down on either side of her face.

Jenna remembered how her cheerleader skirt was flipped over in such a way that it only covered her stomach.

She could clearly remember how the polyester material felt as it slid over her skin while she struggled against her bonds.

Sally then asked Jenna to hold the paint can for her, which positioned Jenna directly under the beam where her rapists abused her.

Unable to stop the memories that filled her head, she stared at the wall while she remembered how her exposed pussy was in the perfect position for the men to press their mouths against and lick and suck her clitoris.

Which they all did much to their perverted enjoyment and, incredibly, her own.

How could her body have betrayed her so?

How could she have had an orgasm under those conditions?

Her mouth was also at the perfect height to entertain each of their penises.

This was the time that her rapists confirmed Jenna’s outstanding deepthroat skills that she herself didn’t know that she had.

Sunglasses started laughing when he felt the different blowjob sensation as his penis pressed into the tightness of her throat.

He was at the exact height needed to thrust upward with his hips, completely filling her mouth and throat with his penis until her lips were smashed against the base of his hard-on.

Jenna remembered how the other three men in the room were so excited that she wasn’t choking or throwing up.

Each of them had to have a try.

The Tall One with the Long Penis went last.

Once his whole ten-inch penis was in her throat, he hugged her body, lifted her up a little, and then let her drop back down on his member.

Over and over and over…

Her ankles felt like they were broken.

Over and over and over…

And then they started whipping every inch of her body.

All four of them.

With their belts.

With leather whips.

No matter how she screamed and begged them to stop.

“Jenna? Jenna? Hello, Jenna?” her mother said.

“Oh, sorry,” the teen replied, lifting the paint can up higher and wiping a tear from her eye as she remembered her torment.

The blonde teen closed her eyes in a vain attempt to stop replaying what the men did to her until they took her down.

It was weeks later, but she could still see faint lines all over her body from when they all whipped her repeatedly.

Chapter 13

In time, Jenna got used to unexpected tears and mild panic attacks from the memories of her gang rape.

The only full and total breakdown she had was when she spent time at her friend Lucy’s house because Lucy had a large German Shepherd.

The dog was always friendly, and Jenna used to love playing with the animal, but now it only triggered memories of the awful time she was made to have sex with that huge Rottweiler in her bedroom.

When the Shepherd started to lick Jenna’s hands and face in greeting, she had a flashback of the men’s Rottweiler licking her pussy while she was tied spread eagle until she had an orgasm against her will.

Jenna stood up suddenly and turned away from the Shepherd, who was used to playing like this with Jenna in the past.

He jumped up on her waist, his tail wagging.

This only reminded Jenna of how the evil men’s Rottweiler had sexually mounted her when she was on her hands and knees in her bed.

She remembered how that huge dog cock had buried itself into her vagina after one thrust and then fucked her with speed beyond human comprehension.

Jenna froze and started weeping as she remembered feeling the dog's cock spurt itself into her.

The spurts seemed to never end, and each one sent a pulse of extreme heat into her vagina.

A very concerned Lucy quickly ordered the shepherd to lie down.

Since they were leaving the house anyway, Jenna just apologized to her friend and said that she wasn’t in the mood to play with the dog.

That wasn’t the only sexual time with the Rottweiler.

The men also wanted to see if her lack of a gag reflex would also work with a dog, too.

To the men’s endless amusement and her eternal shame, it did.

The animal’s disgusting penis, longer than most of the men’s that raped her, went deep into her throat until only the swollen knot at the base of the cock was in her mouth.

And Jenna remembered that Sunglasses had it all on video.

She thanked god that she was able to keep herself from telling anyone what had happened to her and ruining her life.

A few days after that, Jenna started getting the college acceptance letters she had been hoping for all year but now dreaded.

They were all full scholarships at the best universities, but it all depended on her joining that college’s cheerleading team.

Cheerleading was ruined for Jenna.

She hated it now.

All those men had made her wear her cheerleading uniform during almost every moment of her vicious gang rape.

She couldn’t even think of wearing it without breaking down in tears, much less actually doing a cheer routine, but she knew that she had to, or she wasn’t going to college.

But by the end of the week, the blonde teen forced herself to wear it, attended cheerleading practice and prepared to participate in an upcoming district cheer competition.

For the next two months, Jenna’s life slowly returned to normal, and the memories of the awful gang rape were less frequent.

She graduated from High School at the top of her class, and she and her friends were planning several trips during the summer before they all scattered off to different colleges.

Chapter 14

It was a hot and beautiful Friday, and Jenna was trying on a new bikini before she left her house to drive with 3 of her friends to the beach.

It was a solid navy blue in color, contrasted wonderfully against her pale white skin and long blonde hair.

But she liked best how it hugged every curve of her breasts and butt like it was painted on.

It was the first time she appreciated her sexy body and even her large breasts since the gang rape.

The blonde teen was more than pleased to finally get her confidence back.

She giggled, thinking how jealous her girlfriends would be when they saw her because Jenna was the only one out of all her friends who had lost weight these past few weeks after they had all agreed to go on a diet for the summer.

After exercising more to relieve stress from the gang-rape and practically starving herself for the past month, all of what she called “baby fat” was gone, and all the muscles in her already toned stomach, arms, and legs were visible when she moved.

While she was looking in her closet for her sandals, the blonde beauty heard her phone ding, telling her that she had received a text message.

“I’m coming, Charlotte! Geez! I just talked to you. So impatient,” Jenna said out loud as she slipped on her shoes and picked up her phone.

But it wasn’t Charlotte or any of her other friends.

The caller ID only said “unknown”.

Curious, she tilted her head and read the message.

That’s when her heart sank, and her whole life suddenly came to a screeching stop.

Her legs no longer had the strength to keep her standing, and her ass fell down on her mattress.

Her hands were trembling as she read the text.

“Hey there, Cheer Tits. Pine Tree Motel, 399 Mountain Lane, Cottage #25. Be there this Sat, 11:00 AM. You’re staying the night. Wear your cheerleading outfit. No bra or underwear. Tell no one. Come alone or else.”

“Oh my GOD!” Jenna cried out and burst into tears.

Jenna never went to the beach with her friends that day.

Instead, she stayed home and cried while her mind raced through scenarios where she could avoid what she knew was going to happen to her.

But nothing came to her.

There was no way out, and she knew what would happen if she didn’t show up.

The next morning, she lied to her Mother about staying over at a friend's house for the night and stood in her room looking down at her cheerleading outfit on the bed.

She used to love the old-fashioned sweater and pleated skirt that the team opted for.

It looked like something from the 50s, and people loved it.

She loved cheering so much.

But this was going to ruin it forever.

Jenna was glad her mother was out of the house and wouldn’t question what she wore when she left.

With a defeated sigh, she stripped and put on her skirt and sweater.

She felt naked without her underwear and bra, even though she was fully covered.

“Did they want the bow and makeup, too?” she thought to herself while holding back tears.

She did not want to risk angering the men, so she wore the bow and applied her makeup like she was going to a cheer competition.

As she reached for her white sneakers, she exclaimed, “Oh My God! How many men are going to be there?”

Jenna suffered through two panic attacks while driving to the motel, which was almost an hour from her house.

After taking a right after Milton Orchards, the Pine Tree Motel was on a rural road about halfway up a mountain and surrounded by apple orchards.

In addition to the typical long two-story building with multiple rooms and a pool in front, it had numerous small and picturesque cabins spread out in the woods out back.

She had to drive down a ¼ mile road deep into the woods to reach Cottage #25, which was the farthest away from the main building.

Jenna was relieved that no one would recognize her car since it couldn’t be seen from the road.

Absolutely frozen in horror, she stood unmoving in front of the cabin door.

A strong wind blew and lifted her cheerleading skirt, exposing her beautiful uncovered ass, but she didn’t move.

Before today, her hand would have quickly moved in modesty to cover herself without thinking.

But she didn’t notice.

She no longer even knew who or where she was.

With a visibly shaking hand, Jenna knocked on the cabin door.

After a long pause where she stopped breathing, Sunglasses opened the door with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Cheer Tits! Hello. Hello. Come on in, you fucking slut!” he said.

By the time the door closed, Sunglasses had one hand squeezing her breasts under her sweater while the other did the same to Jenna’s ass under her skirt.

“Oh, yeah, baby. I missed this. You are one hot fucking cunt!. Sunglasses sneered while his hands mauled her body.

“I’m not a slut! You’re making me do this!” Jenna replied angrily.

Sunglasses just smiled before making her kiss him on the lips and sucked on her tongue.

The cabin was mostly one large room with a fireplace against the wall on the right and a king-sized bed against the far wall.

There was a kitchen to the left of the entrance door and a large bathroom after that.

Jenna could see a 2nd-floor loft above her with more beds for guests.

Not seeing any other men in the room other than Sunglasses, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as last time if it were just him.



On the king-sized bed, Jenna saw familiar and numerous dildos and sex toys that she hoped she would never see again in her life.

This time, there were two cameras on tripods at different heights and angles.

And worst of all, at the base of the bed, Jenna saw that obscene sex machine these men had used to mechanically rape her with multiple dildoes in all different shapes and sizes.

The machine was just a huge motor sitting on a table with a dildo-capped rod that extended out from it at the height her pussy or ass would be if she were lying on the bed.

Once the motor was turned on, the rod moved horizontally back and forth at various speeds controlled by a remote control.

During her gangrape, when they or the dog weren’t fucking her, the men had used the machine on her with different obscene-shaped dildos each time.

Without thinking, Jenna turned closer into Sunglasses like she was welcoming his molestation and pleaded with him not to use the machine on her again.

“We’ll see Cheer Tits, we’ll see. It depends on how well you behave. Now get into bed while I undress. We’re going to start off with some 69 deepthroat. That’s your specialty,” he said as he reluctantly let go of her body and started removing his clothes.

Just like her rapists had discovered before, when Jenna was on top and in the 69 position, she had no gag reflex and could take any sized penis all the way down to the base with no effort.

Sunglasses especially wanted this, and Jenna did her best to make him happy and followed his every instruction perfectly in the hope of avoiding triggering any of his sadistic tendencies.

Jenna hated this sexual position the most.

Her blue and white pleated cheerleading skirt offered her no protection or modesty.

Since her vagina was over his mouth, Sunglasses licked and sucked on her clit while squeezing her ass cheeks.

As hard as she tried not to, the blonde teen was unable to keep herself from feeling pleasure.

Being forced to have multiple orgasms like that while her mouth was being raped was even more humiliating than the forced sex.

When she felt his finger start to probe and press into her anus, Jenna closed her eyes and waited for what she knew would happen.

Seconds later, she gasped while her whole body flexed as Sunglasses plunged his middle finger all the way into her asshole in one stroke.

Feeling her throat contract even harder around his cock every time he violated her asshole like that made Sunglasses do it over and over again, and even added his index finger to make her start screaming in pain around his dick.

When he told her he was about to cum and ordered her to keep his entire cock in her throat while he orgasmed, Jenna kept her lips at the base of his cock and continuously swallowed while his cum spurted directly down her throat and into her stomach.

Remembering how she was trained the last time, she kept his still-hard member in her throat until he slapped her ass and said enough.

“Amazing, slut. Absolutely amazing. I never had a girl deep-throat me before you. And now I have it on video forever. Whoever you marry is going to be ecstatic!” Sunglasses exclaimed. “Now, to tie you up!”

“Why? You don’t have to tie me up. I’ll do everything that you want me to. Please… no,” Jenna pleaded.

“Too bad slut. I like the look of you tied up,” Sunglasses ordered.

Sunglasses used ropes to spread her legs out wide, tied her wrists together over her head, and tied that rope to the bed's headboard.

With her hands tied like that, it was easy to untie her ankles and then roll her over onto her back.

Sitting on the bed next to her, he let his hands slide over her body as he admired her helpless and sexy body.

He then positioned the cameras where he wanted them and turned on some extra lights to brighten up the room.

“Perfect,” he said, “just fucking perfect.”

“Feel free to be as loud as you want. Scream and beg me to stop all you want. I actually like that more. This place doesn’t get busy for a few more weeks, and all the other cabins are closed. No one will hear you. Right now, I just want a slow and comfortable fuck,” Sunglasses said as he got naked and into bed between her spread-out legs.

For almost an hour, he slowly pounded her pussy as hard as he could while squeezing and twisting her breasts in his hands; all the while, the poor blonde cheerleader was screaming in pain and begging him to stop.

Unfortunately for Jenna, all her screaming and begging were like music to his ears.

After Sunglasses orgasmed as deep inside her pussy as he could, he collapsed on top of the tied-up cheerleader and took a quick nap with his head between her huge tits.

Jenna just lay there quietly, stared at the ceiling, and was thankful she was on birth control.

No matter what happens today, she at least won’t get pregnant.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep, but the intense pain she felt from Sunglasses biting her nipples quickly woke her up.

“Ok, Cheer Tits. Going to get the fuck machine going. Since I’m a nice guy and you’ve been cooperative, you get to choose which one!” he grinned.

“No, please, not that,” Jenna pleaded.

“No? Did you just say no? Are you trying to piss me off, slut?” Sunglasses said threateningly.

“I’m sorry! Please, what are my choices?” she asked quickly in a panic.

“That’s better. 1st. Do you want to get fucked in the pussy or ass?” he asked.

“Pussy, please,” Jenna replied.

“Ok. Dildo choice now! Dirty Dog, Dragon Snake or Abstract Agony?” he asked while holding each one to her face while saying its name.

Jenna started crying when she saw the dildos.

She remembered clearly how badly each of them hurt her when they were used the last time.

Definitely not the Abstract one.

Its bizarre shape of varying thicknesses with different-sized square blocks on the sides hurt her the most.

That was the one that made her asshole bleed for days after the gang-rape.

Not the Dragon one, either.

It was so long!

The man said it was over 2 feet long and flexible enough to bend anyway it could in her vagina to reach her innermost parts.

Feeling that thing hammering over and over against her cervix had made her pass out a dozen times, only to be forced awake while the dildo was still pounding away inside her.

“The Dog, please! Fuck me with the Dirty Dog!” Jenna begged.

Bright red, ten inches long with a thick barbed head and a knot at the bottom the size of a billiard ball, it would hurt her terribly, but it was definitely the lesser of the three evil choices she had to make.

As soon as it was set up correctly, the Dirty Dog dildo was plunging slowly in and then almost out of her pussy.

Jenna refused to cry, no matter how much it hurt her.

She wasn’t going to give this evil man that satisfaction.

Sunglasses stood back and appreciated what he was seeing before him.

“You are one fucking beautiful piece of fuck meat, Cheer Tits!” he exclaimed as he sat on the bed next to her and rubbed his hands over her flat stomach and then up to cup her tits under her sweater.

“Thank…arhhhh you,” Jenna tried to say just as the artificial dog knot pushed unrelentingly all the way past her pussy lips and made her cry out in pain.

“So listen, slut. Your sexy-as-fuck body is on call this summer. I’m going to text you with a time and place like this one, and you’re going to show up with no hesitation. Don’t worry about all your summer plans. I know all about them, and even when and where you’re going to college. I know when you’re going away with your friends this summer too. I won’t interfere with any of that because I’m a nice guy. But I know when you’re home and available. And you know what happens if you fuck it up, right?” Sunglasses asked and gave her erect nipple an excruciating twist.

“Yes!” Jenna answered loudly, not daring to complain or beg.

“When you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, plan on getting a text from me with instructions. Your entire Spring Break next year will be spent with me. Maybe we’ll go someplace nice and warm so you can spend the whole time in a string bikini getting drunk and fucked constantly,” Sunglasses said with a laugh.

Jenna was crestfallen as she heard the hell that her life would become, but refused to cry.

She knew that this was never going to end now.

She knew that she had to be strong to survive.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Hope sprang into Jenna’s heart!

When that door opens, that person will see her tied up!

Was this her salvation?

Was someone going to rescue her?

Her hopes were dashed when Sunglasses casually yelled out, “It’s open!”

When the wooden door swung open, Jenna’s eyes went wide, and she started pulling against the ropes that bound her fast while her heart started beating so wildly in her chest that she couldn’t breathe.

But she still didn’t cry.

In walked her nightmares.

In walked the Fat Man, naked from the waist up and wearing his pig mask.

But she didn’t cry when she saw him, despite remembering how he raped and tortured her.

In walked the Tall One, who was wearing a black eye mask like from an old cowboy movie.

He had his sweatpants down low enough to stroke his 10” long penis while walking towards her.

But she still didn’t cry despite remembering the agony her ass felt after every time he raped her.

Jenna refused to lose herself and give these evil men the satisfaction of knowing what power they had over her.

It was only after the 3rd man, who was also wearing a black cowboy mask, walked into the cabin that Jenna started to sob a river of tears.

But it wasn’t because of that man either, though.

She barely saw that man.

It was because that last man was holding the leash of a horribly familiar 120 lb rottweiler that already had a 9” long erect penis bouncing up and down under its stomach as it approached her.

The End

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