Cheer Team Tryouts

A/N: In case you missed the story codes in the summary, this fic contains graphic non-consensual sex, including a minor, no less. I do not endorse rape, and consider it a dispicable crime. This is a fantasy only. On that note, enjoy. If this chapter goes over well, there will be more to come. Please R&R, as this is my first erotic fic.

Making the Cut

Emma knocked firmly on the door of the gym office. She was nervous, but refused to show it. A cheerleader was confident, collected, and forward. Emma wanted, desperately, to be a cheerleader.

“Come in.”

She opened the door, her shoulders back and a bright smile on her face, despite the knocking of her heart. “Coach Reid, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Lands,” she said, nodding to each of the gym teachers in turn. “You wanted to see me?”

“Come in, Emma. Close the door.” It was Coach Reid who spoke from where he leaned on the metal desk in the corner. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Lands sat in the visitor’s chairs, clipboards in their laps. She felt her nerves rise further, and turned to face Coach Reid directly.

He was a fairly big man, six foot two or so, and still fit despite being sixty. He’d probably been pretty handsome when he was young, she decided. He still looked all right now, even if her was old. Sort of like Harrison Ford a few years ago—only with a bit more muscle. He smiled gently at her. “Relax, you’re not in trouble. Its just an interview.”

“I know, Coach.”

“But being in a teachers office is spooky, especially after school hours, and only a few weeks into high school,” he finished for her, smiling. She relaxed slightly. He might be old, but Coach Reid was pretty cool—and he had a sense of humor, more than most teachers seemed to.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Well, we’ve been talking, and I have to say that you’re tryout was impressive—certainly enough to make the squad.”

“Really?” She couldn’t help the way her voice rose in excitement. At fifteen, Emma had dreamed of being a cheerleader since she was a little girl, and hearing his praise brought her closer to her dream.

“Yes, definitely. Of course, that’s not the only test you need to pass, but you definitely made an impression on us all.”

“A cheerleader has to be totally dedicated, Emma,” Mr. Anderson told her. She turned slightly to look at him. He was the youngest man here at about thirty-three, and built like a basketball player at well over six-four. His skin was so black that it was indigo, and her had huge hands, ones that could hold a basketball easily. “Dedicated to the squad, the teams, and the school. That means putting all of those first, before yourself or your social life.”

“I understand—this is all I’ve ever wanted. I want to be a cheerleader. I want to cheer on our teams, and help them take us all the way to states and regionals.” She knew she sounded completely confident, because she felt it. This much she knew—cheerleading could be her whole life.

“Enough to put being a cheerleader before everything else?” Mr. Lands demanded. He was an ex-football player, and still built like a linebacker. He was huge, built like a tank, and must have been two hundred and fifty pounds, mostly bone and muscle. He dwarfed most of the school—certainly her. “To know that the squad and the school are all important?”

“Yes.” She looked at coach Reid when she said it. “I can do it. I can be a cheerleader, absolutely.”
Coach Reid looked at her for several long minutes before smiling. He nodded to the other teachers, then looked back at her. “Well, you certainly look the part.”

For the after school tryouts, which had ended over an hour ago, she had been given a squad uniform. The short red and white shirt and matching cropped top showed her figure well. The skirt fell over her long, toned legs, and her tight rear. The top showed her abs and 38C breasts to full advantage. With her long blonde hair and classic features, she knew she looked good, and very much like the stereotypical cheerleader.

“Thank you.” She took a deep breath. “So, am I on the squad?”

He smiled lightly, uncrossing his arms. “There’s one more test first, which all three of us will administer. Are you ready?”
She didn’t know what kind of test it might be, but figured on a written or oral test on cheers and moves, or maybe having to come up with a short routine. She could handle it; she was a cheerleader.

“Absolutely,” she declared boldly.

The arms that came around her shocked her, leaving her breathless for several heartbeats. In that time, She felt hands wrench her top up, off over her head. She stared blankly at Coach Reid—who was still smiling.

Rough hands grasped her full, firm breasts, making her give a shocked cry. Another hand clamped over her mouth.

“Total dedication, Emma,” Coach Reid said softly. “You said you have it—let’s see if you really do.”

Fear, horror, and dawning comprehension filled her as those hands manipulated her breasts. She didn’t notice that another hand had slid under her skirt until huge fingers probed hard at her opening. She tried to scream, but the hand on her mouth blocked all sound.

Coach Reid straightened as her vision blurred with tears from the pain and terror. From the desk he lifted something she didn’t recognize. As he came closer, she cowered slightly. The hand on her face lifted, but even as she drew breath to scream, Reid shoved something in between her lips, forcing her mouth and teeth open around the round, rubber object. She felt a strap slip over her head and tighten, forcing the ball further in her mouth, straining her jaw. Tears fell in earnest now.

“Poor Emma—pain is gain, Emma. How can you be a cheerleader if you can’t take a little pain?”

She blinked away the tears, meeting the Coach’s eyes. Why?

He smiled, but it didn’t seem so kind anymore. Now it was patronizing. “Do you want to be a cheerleader?”

Hesitatingly, she nodded, clinging to that truth amid the unreality of male hands on her body and a gag in her mouth.

“Then don’t question, Emma—do what it takes to make the squad.”

She had to let this happen to be a cheerleader? Had to let them touch her—oh, God, what if they wanted to fuck her? She could feel the hard press of an erection against her back, and was certain there were two more as well. Could she?

She didn’t have a chance to think further, as she was pushed roughly into Coach Reid. Before she could blink, she found herself pressed down on the desk, her back and hips on the empty surface, her legs forced open, hanging over the edges. She struggled, but found Mr. Anderson and Mr. Lands gripping her shoulders firmly, one hand each holding her, the other free to wander. Coach Reid stood between her open thighs, skimming his eyes over her.

“Yes, you definitely look like a cheerleader.” He flipped her skirt up, onto her stomach and roughly tore her spankies aside. She heard the material rip, and began struggling harder.

“Feisty,” Anderson chuckled, one of his huge hands closing hard over her left breast, squeezing until she cried out, the sound muffled by the ball gag. “Perfect. Well, Coach, gonna start off?”

“Oh, absolutely.” As Emma watched in dawning horror, Reid opened his pants, his hard cock springing forth. She didn’t know much about sex, but she was sure he was bigger than normal. The long shaft was a good eight inches long, and the base that jutted out from his pants must have been three inches across. There was no way it would fit inside her! She shook her head wildly, screaming behind the gag. Anderson twisted her nipple hard, making her throw her head back on a choked scream. Oh shit, that hurt!

She felt another pain, a burning, spreading ache between her thighs, and lifted her head to find Coach pressing himself into her. She tried to kick as the pain grew, but found both of her breasts pinched and squeezed mercilessly. Between the cock spearing into her vagina and the hard hands pulling at her tits, she felt like one huge pain—and it grew, steadily.
There was a sudden, searing pain inside her, and she arched her back on a cry. Unfortunately, that only drove Coach’s cock further in her, tearing her hymen forcefully. Tears spilled out, and she gasped around the gag, sobbing at the pain.
She felt Coach Reid stroking her hips and thighs lightly, and the hands at her breasts eased slightly, manipulating roughly rather than painfully. Her vagina burned, from the lips that were stretched out around the base of Coach’s huge cock, to the inner depths where the tip rested, she felt like she was being split in half. Emma wept desperately, trying to plead, beg, for them to stop.

“Now, Emma, the real test,” she heard the coach say, and felt him move.

He pulled back, causing nearly as much pain as when he’d entered—and then slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her. She screamed again, and again, and he slammed himself into her, the sound coming out from behind the gag as no louder than gasping breaths. Anderson and Lands grew rough again, pinching her nipples and squeezing harshly. Lands bent to her, his mouth closing hard over her nipple, sucking hard, then biting down, his teeth chewing and sawing at the hardened nub, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the sensitive nerves scream. Reid slammed into her, over and over, endlessly, and she barely noticed his hand going to the point where her body met his, barely felt his manipulation of the nub between the stretched folds—not until she felt her body tighten, draw around him against her will, making his movements more painful and yet pleasurable. She shook her head, wild, trying to fight off the climax that he was forcing on her. She couldn’t come while being raped! It was a bigger violation than the rape, that her body could find any pleasure in the act.

Despite her disgust, the climax built. The harsh treatment of her nipples became worse, but she could feel her breast tighten with the climax, her nipples hardening to ridged points that were ruthlessly taken advantage off.

Without warning, she came; hard, ruthlessly, her body milking the cock that forced itself in and out of her. The orgasm went on and on, and seemed to redouble when, with a few quick, brutal thrusts, Reid came in her, shooting his cum into her, her body grasping at him and the cum, eager even as she wept with the horror, pain, and terrible pleasure of it.
Emma went limp, sobbing and gasping from pain, fear, and the aftermath of her forced climax. Absently, she heard movement around her, felt the half-erect cock slid out of her, causing her body to clench again, making her gasp. There was a light slap to her hip, and the hands at her breasts and shoulders released her, but she barely noticed. Only when she felt herself being lifted, turned over to sprawl on her stomach on the desk, did she rouse herself enough to lift her head. She turned her face to look over her shoulder, and through the tears, saw the blurred shape of Mr. Anderson standing behind her ass.

His huge hands went to her cheeks, each one engulfing one side of her ass entirely, stroking and squeezing. “Oh, very nice—was she a good ride, Jeff?”

“Hell, yeah—tight as a fist and hot as hell,” She heard Reid say. “And she came hard enough to milk me dry. Her ass’ll be even tighter.”

Wha—Emma tried to figure out what the were talking about when she felt something hot and blunt probing the crack of her ass. Pure shock dried her tears, and she could see what was going on. Anderson was bending over her, his pants pushed over his hips, his cock jutting out and rubbing against her. Desperate, she began struggling in earnest. If Reid’s cock had hurt her that much, what would one in her ass do? And Anderson was even bigger than Reid—at least an inch or two longer!

She clawed at the desk, trying to push herself up, pull away, when a hand wrapped itself in her hair, yanking enough to make her scream against the gag, then pushed her head down, swashing her cheek against the surface of the desk, holding her there. “Fighting didn’t work before, slut,” Lands told her calmly, “and it won’t work now. We all give this ‘test’, and we aren’t done yet.”

The blunt head of a cock, slick with something, probed her opening, then began to push in earnest, making her burn, as a hand slid under her to grab her breast, still sensitive and raw from the earlier treatment. The twin pain made her arch, and Anderson took advantage of the movement by pushing hard, steadily, into her ass, pushing his full length into her even when she tightened, screaming from the shock of the movement.