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Cheerleader's Torment

Chapter 2 In The Car

Cheerleader's Torment
by James Dawson
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Chapter Two - In The Car


Kate realized that she could not look into the faces of the guys.  She
bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and trying as hard as possible to
keep her shoulders hunched and her elbows and arms in tight around her
body, she slowly leaned her ehad forward, allowing her long dark hair to
fall over her chest and slid the blindfold over the top of her head. She
moved it into place.
	There was a thick moment of silence.
	She suddenly flinched as she felt another hand help adjust it.  She
started to reach up to pull it away, but caught herself.
	"Relax, Kate," she heard Mike say, "just relax."
	The tension in the car was suddenly tormenting. She heard rustling in
the front seat, like a backpack being opened.
	 She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes tightly behind the blindfold.
She felt a  hand gently pull her hair hanging in front of her back over
and behind her shoulders exposing her chest area.  She resisted the urge
to grab it. 
	She felt as though the guys were all staring at her large breasts, and
it made the full twin mounds feel even bigger than they already were,
like they were sticking out all the way into the front seat. She wrapped
her arms around them. This was her worst nightmare, and she actually
began to contemplate leaving and going home.
	She heard someone clear their throat.
	"Now remember," Mike said, "you have to follow instructions. And you're
not going to have to do anything all of the others haven't done."
	Silence. Not a sound save the idling of the car.
	"Understand, Kate?"
	God, could she go through with this? She remembered her mother.
	Slowly, she nodded her head. He was right, they'd all done it. She had
to go through with it.
	"Okay, first you need to relax" Mike continued. 
	She nodded gently. She heard more movement.
	"Now, put your hands, with the palms down onto the seat on either side
of you."
	Slowly she unfolded her arms and laid her hands on the seat.
	"Put the palms down against the seat."
	She bit her lip again, and turned her hands over, flat against the
seat.
	"Now, very slowly, Kate," Mike continued, "take a nice deep breath.
That will help you relax."
	GOD.
	Slowly she began to breath in.
	"No a DEEP breath, Kate, come on now...all the way...sit up
straight...fill your lungs."
	She could feel her face grow hot as her chest expanded, forcing her
breasts to stand straight out. She prayed no one would touch her.
	"Now hold it for a second"
	She sat still. The sound of the idling car was interrupted by a gasp
from one of the guys.
	"That's right, Kate...now slowly let it out" 
	She did, fighting the reflex to cross her arms in front of her.
	"That's good. Now again."
	Again, she filled her lungs, making her boobs stick out. 
	"Now hold it."
	She turned her head to one side, trying to lessen the embarrassment.
	"Okay. Now let it out."
	She did. 
	"Feel better, Kate?" Mike asked.
	She nodded gently. She took a normal breath. 
	She waited to feel the car start moving. 
	It didn't.
	"Before we get moving," Mike said, "I want to ask you a question."
	Oh, God. She thought.
	"And you HAVE to tell the truth, always."
	She nodded again
	"Tell us, Kate," he said. "are you wearing a bra?"
	She felt like she had been jabbed. She could suddenly hear her heart
pounding in her chest. She could feel her breath get tight.
	"Kate?"
	She struggled to answer.
	"I asked, Are you wearing a bra?"
	"Ahh...yeah.." She whispered.
	Of course she was wearing a bra. Even under her T-shirt, they could all
see that. 
	"Good," Mike said. "Bras are nice."
	He paused.
	"Is it a nice one?"
	Her throat became so tight she could barely breath. 
	She couldn't respond.
	"What color is it?"
	"W..wwhite." she finally said.
	"White? Mmmmmm" he paused.
	"Is a lacy one?"
	She was unable to say a word. This was agony.
	"Describe it for us, Kate."
	"W..w...what?"
	"Describe your bra to us."
	She tried to catch her breath. She suddenly remembered the three other
guys, and especially Jack who'd been staring at her all semester.
	"Its..its...white..." she said finally.
	"Is it lacy?"
	"Ah...No...well...not really..."
	"Not really? What do you mean? You mean part of it is?"
	Kate tried to swallow. She had never been so embarrassed in all her
life. Sitting in the back of the car, she felt as though she was under a
spotlight..
	"Y...y...yes...part of it,." she finally said. "Around the top.."
	"The top of the cups?"
	"Y..yeah."
	"I see." 
	They all listened to the car idle, and Kate prayed the car would start
moving.
	"And what about the panties?"
	"Wha..."
	"The panties. You ARE wearing panties..."
	"Yes."
	"Do they match the bra? Are they a set?"
	"S...s..sort of..."
	She was dying.
	"Sort of?"
	"Well...They...they're white too..."
	"I see. That's nice."
	A pause.
	"Well, I guess we'd better get going," Mike said finally.
	A wave of relief swept over Kate. She took a deep breath.
	"We're going to leave the blindfold on for the journey, Okay, Kate? It
part of the tradition."
	She nodded. Anything to get moving.
	Bur the car didn't move. 
	Again, she heard some rustling in the front seat. 
	"You know, before we go," Mike said suddenly, sounding only inches from
her. 	"I guess we really ought to just check to make sure your telling
us the truth."
	Kate's heart sank. She instinctively drew her arms around herself.
	"Relax, Kate," Mike said."It's nothing major. You won't even have to
take anything off."
	She couldn't relax. She could feel her face burning under the
blindfold.
	She could here the breathing of everyone in the car.
	"Now, tell you what," he continued, "just reach up and undo the top of
your jeans."
	This was a nightmare.
	Her hands felt glued to the seat.
	"Come on, Kate."
	Slowly, she moved her hands along her thighs reached up to the button
of her jeans. Her fingers felt dead. She sucked in her breath and worked
her thumbs underneath the waistline. She rotated the metal button
through the slot in the material.
	"Good," Mike said. 
	"Now pull down the zipper"
	Kate took another deep breath and lifting her bottom off of the seat,
worked the zipper down. The jeans opened in a V pattern, exposing the
top of her panties. 
	Kate could hear the others nervously adjusting their seats.
	"Now, just pull the top of your panties up a bit so we can all see
them."
	She grasped the material in the front and pulled it up, pulling it
taught in her crotch.
	"Can everyone see?" Mike asked.
	There was a general affirmative grunting, and their proximity started
to make her feel sick.
	"That's great," said Mike, suddenly sounding like he was right in front
of her.
	 She released the material, and, lifting her bottom from the seat,
started to work the zipper back up.
	"Ah, just leave them that way." Mike instructed. "It'll be more
comfortable."
	She slowly lowered herself back down into the seat. She relaxed her
hands, laying them over the exposed area. She pushed her bottom as far
back into the seat as possible, and sat with her shoulders slumped
forward.
	They all knew what was coming next.
	"Now, show us your bra, Kate."
	She became dizzy. so lightheaded that she almost fainted. 
	The tension had built up to the point of exploding the glass from the
car windows.
	"P...pl...please. I'm not lying."
	"It's all part of the test."
	Suddenly, she began to cry. It surprised her as much as everyone else.
The tears just burst out, and she hung her head down. Her beautiful
thick dark hair fell back forward over her chest. She started to reach
toward her eyes.
	"DON'T touch the blindfold," instructed Mike.
	She stopped at his sudden sharpness. She let her hands slowly drift
back to the top of her jeans, laying them flat over her exposed panties.
The tears built up behind the large blindfold and then leaked out from
the sides, running down the far side of her cheeks. They let her cry
quietly for a moment.
	"Now, come on Kate, its not so bad," said Mike. "Showing us your bra is
no worse than being on the beach."
	She didn't respond. After a moment she stopped crying. She sniffled and
brought her right index finger up to her delicate nose and gently rubbed
underneath.
	"We're going to run out of gas here," said Mike, again sounding so
close, but in a different spot, more to her right. 
	Suddenly she heard him turn off the engine. 
	There was silence.
	She realized that he was serious. 
	She heard him reach over and put the radio on, and the sounds of some
Seventies station filled the car.
	"All you have to do is just show us the material, just so we know you
were telling the truth, that's all."
	Slowly Kate's hands drifted up from her covering the exposed area of
her panties to the bottom of her T-shirt. She ran her thumbs against the
material.
	"Atta girl," Mike said, though this time he suddenly sounded much
further away.
	Slowly, she raised the material up over the top of her jeans, exposing 
her creamy skin. She pulled it up beyond her navel.
	"Now come on and sit up straight," 
	"Hold on," Mike said,
	She stopped.
	"Pull your hair back behind you. We need to be able to see."
	Kate fought back tears.. She reached up and with the back of her hand,
pulled her hair back off of her chest, pushing it back over her
shoulders. She tried to sit up straight.
	"Okay, much better."
	She took a breath and grasped the front of her T-shirt again. She
pulled it up just to the bottom of the bra. 
	Slowly she pulled it up to expose the bottom half of each full bra-cup.
Her hands made two tight fists which met in the middle of the top of her
breasts, squeezing them together like balloons, forcing them both to
stick out rudely. She held the position. They could easily see the
material.
	"Come on, Kate. We've got to see about the lacy top part as well."
	Choking back a new sob of humiliation at being forced to display
herself like this, she pulled her T-shirt up farther, exposing the
creamy skin of her cleavage.
	"Higher, all the way up."
	 She could suddenly hear rasping breathing and the car's other
occupants shifting in their seats. She pulled the shirt all the way up
so that it was bunched up beneath her chin. Fully realizing the obscene
display she was making, she turned her head to one side in shame. She
let out another sob.
	"Well that does have some nice lace work on it," Mike remarked. His
voice sounded odd, like it was partially obstructed. "Can you guys all
see that?"
	There were some grunts.
	"See, its not so bad. What's all the crying about?" asked Mike.
	With one swift move, Kate pulled the T-shirt back down.
	There was a moment of silence.
	"You know what," he continued, "I think that since you are so
uncomfortable, what we need to do is get you used to being more casual."
	"P..p..please," she said, frozen in position. Her hands gripped the
bottom of the T-shirt, making the knuckles go white.
	"Why don't we take the T-shirt off all together..."
	"NOOOOO..."
	"...and have you ride for a while in your bra, just to kinda get you
used to it?"
	She could hear snickering from the other guys.
	"No..PLEASE...I don't need...
	"Yes, I think it's a good idea. It'll help loosen you up."
	"NO, my God, what about...what about  the other cars..."
	"See, there you go. People wear much less than that big thing on the
beach."
	Kate really started to panic now. But how would she get home from here?
Where was the nearest phone? You never know who might be on the road.
	As if reading her mind, Mike said, "It's all part of the test, Kate.
You have to do as your told..."
	He paused for a moment.
	"... or we can let you out here, but your T-shirt is coming up here in
the front with your shoes and socks either way."
	She realized she had no choice. He sounded so serious, and she knew
that alone, in just her bra and jeans with no shoes, she'd be in big
trouble.
	"It's up to you Kate."
	"Pl....." she started but cut it off. She realized it would do no good.
	"What's it going to be?"
	"I...I...don't have any choice, do I..."
	"Oh, I don't know," said Mike. "Standing out there is just your bra I
don't think it would take you long to get a ride..."
	Laughter filled the car.
	Kate just sat clutching the bottom of her shirt-- her shirt that was
about to come off.
	"Okay, now we don't want to mess up the blindfold here, so here's what
we'll do. Now Kate, you have to show us that your going to do what your
told here- that's the test."
	She made no sound.
	"So in order to keep everything together, Kate, first you pull your
arms out of the sleeves."
	She still didn't move until she realized he meant now.
	"Come on..."
	Slowly she obeyed reaching up with each hand and pulling her elbows and
then her arms through the sleeves and back underneath the. She crossed
her arms across her chest beneath the shirt.
	"Now Kate, put your hands back on the seat on either side of you like
you had them before, palms down."
	She straightened out her arms, and her hands appeared from underneath
the material. She did as she was told and jammed her thumbs underneath
her thighs.
	"Okay," Mike continued, "now lean forward, Kate, and you two guys pull
her shirt up to her shoulders and carefully lift it over her head- BE
CAREFUL with the blindfold....that's part of the test?"
	Instantly, Kate felt two hands on either side of her start lifting her
shirt up, exposing her to all of their eyes. They stretched the neck
hole out and lifted it over her head, pulling her hair out along with
it.
	Instinctively,  her arms came up, and she immediately crossed her arms
across her full breasts.
	"Now, Kate," said Mike. She could her a smile. "You weren't supposed to
move your hands..."
	A sob escaped her lips. She held herself tight.
	"Maybe," said Mike forcefully, "maybe we make you ride the rest of the
way NAKED."
	"NOOOOO.." her head suddenly shot up. She jammed her hands back down
underneath her thighs.
	"Now, THAT'S more like it."
	Her shoulders sagged forward. She listened for the sound of the
ignition.
	"Just before we head out, Kate, lets try to relax with some more deep
breathing"
	GOD, would it never end. 
	"Ah...Sit up straight now...shoulders back" he said. His voice sounded
odd, preoccupied.
	"That's great. Really fill those lungs."
	Her face burned as she felt her bra rise and tighten.
	"Great. Okay." 
	She heard rustling as everyone got settled for the ride.

	Finally the ignition, and the car pulled out onto the highway.



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