Special thanks to Cheer_Smartie526 for fixing my awful grammar and making some great suggestions that made the story flow better.
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The clicking noise made it real. Courtney felt the metal cuffs press into the skin on her wrists. Rick closed the handcuffs just enough to let he know they were there. She looked left and right, as if she was concerned someone would see her. That was unlikely, since they were in the garage of Rick's parent's house. She wondered if Rick could hear her pulse pounding. To her the noise was almost deafening. He might not be able to hear her excited hear heartbeat, but there was no missing her swollen nipples. Even with a shirt and bra on they jutted out noticeably. This situation was unimaginable even a month ago. Now she was sweating in the summer heat being handcuffed. Soon she would get fucked by a guy she thought for was gay for years. He slipped dark sunglasses onto her. There were pads glued to the lenses, effectively blinding her, but without the obvious blindfold. They were about to drive somewhere, and he did not want anything to attract attention.
Rick smiled as he guided Courtenay into the passenger seat of the car. It was almost exactly a month ago that he had received a late night text from her that changed everything. All it said was
911 need help right away.
He thought about ignoring it. He was with Nancy. He was Nancy's boy toy, or booty call as she liked to say. She was ten years older with a sex drive that at least matched his. She was the one that insisted that he respond to Courtney's plea. When he found out she wanted to meet at the police station he was intrigued, and hopeful that karma had finally caught up with her. At the time he thought Courtney was the perfect specimen of the bitchy head cheerleader. She was tall, sexy, and blonde with large breasts and a perfect ass. She was also arrogant, bullheaded and sometimes mean. The only thing about her that did not fit the cheerleader stereotype was her intelligence. She actually was quite smart.
Courtney sat down and felt Rick buckle her in. She heard the car door shut, and the garage door begin to open. The sound of Rick's door closing was followed by the noise of the engine coming to life. The muscles in her stomach clenched. She was certain her panties were soaked. Rick had been her savior, and now he was going to be her master. In the quiet darkness she thought about the night everything changed.
She had been on a date with a guy from the local college. He ran a red light and the police pulled him over. The car and expired registration, no insurance and he had a warrant for some unpaid speeding tickets. With the car impounded she had nowhere to go. She managed to keep the police from calling her parents. She was in a grey area, being a few days shy of 18 classified her as a minor, but made her old enough for the police to release her on her own. Rick was the one member of the cheerleading team she thought she could intimidate into silence. If her parents found out she had snuck out with a college guy she would be grounded well past graduation. She was shocked with Rick arrived with an older woman. She had long believed Rick was gay. He was neat, thin and quiet. Too kind to be a jock, and too well dressed to be a nerd, gay was the only category in Courtenay's world he fit into. At first she thought his passenger was a transvestite, but as soon as the woman stepped out of the car, Courtney had no doubt about her femininity. She was quite attractive, and dressed in a tight leather outfit. She did not recognize the woman, but the woman recognized her. Courtney began to cry, out of concern that Rick's companion would tell her parents. What the woman said changed everything. She said "I know your secret, so I will tell you one of mine. After we take you home, Rick is going to tie me up and fuck me in the ass. I won't say anything about you as long as you won't say anything about us."
Courtney had kept the secret, and so had they.
Rick smiled as he pulled out of the driveway. After he rescued Courtney they had actually become friends. He began to understand her behavior. For years they had butted heads on the cheerleading squad. He was the only guy, and everyone thought he was gay. Courtney did most of all. The girls routinely walked around topless around him. Tonight he would do more than just admire her tits. He was a little surprised that she wanted to be tied up. She seemed to enjoy being in charge. She was head cheerleader and senior class president. Maybe she realized that since they had graduated she would have a different role in the real world. Rick turned onto the dirt road that led to his family's cabin. It had been years since anyone lived there. The house was built in the 1920's. It had the basics, running water and electricity, nothing more.
Courtney felt the car turn off the paved road. Finding out that Rick was not gay had been quite a shock. At first she felt violated. He had seen her breasts. He had seen all of their breasts, the entire cheerleading team had routinely changed outfits in front of him. True, he had protested at first, insisting he was not gay. She did not believe him, and mocked anyone who did. For years she had the entire squad thinking he was harmless. He did hair, painted their nails, and even shaved their legs. The shock turned to something else in the car with that woman. She described in great detail what he had done to her, and what she wanted next. By the time they dropped her off and she snuck back into her room she was thoroughly aroused. She masturbated that night, thinking of Rick and his slutty older woman. Now she was hopeful some of those things would happen to her. She had finally stopped obsessing about it, but she was getting some chewing gum out of Rick's backpack and noticed the handcuffs. The sight brought it all back. She had been unable to hide her erect nipples from Rick. He could have seduced her in minutes, but chose to make her wait. Now she was on her way to be tied up, whipped and fucked for her crimes against him.
Rick looked over at his passenger. She was adapted quite well to her role as captive. Before they left he had explained the basics. She knew her safe word, and understood that she could stop everything by saying it three times. Rick had already decided he would stop after a single utterance. Since the night he had picked her up from the police station they had become a lot friendlier. Their budding friendship would be tested tonight. The temptation to get back for the years she had taunted him would be tempting. If he could stay focused on making this something she enjoyed, he knew it could be the start of something fantastic.
Courtney quietly struggled against her restraints. She could not believe how turned on she was. After Rick had taken her home that night she began to think of him differently. They began to spend time together outside of cheerleading practice, and he became a frequent star in her fantasies. They began to understand each other's faults, and appreciate each other's gifts.
As they drove she thought back to her first date with Rick. She was not even sure it was a date. It had not gone well. Her subtle hint about wanting to hook up was answered very directly. When she asked him out he had told her quite directly not to wear panties if she wanted to fuck. She decided she wasn't going to let him take charge. She wore a pair of plain cotton underwear. As soon as he picked her up he slipped his hand under her skirt and across her ass. He said nothing about it. The evening was still fun. He took her to eat at a food truck had the most incredible Asian fusion food, followed by a wonderful independent film at the local art house theater. Seated in a dark corner, he had handcuffed her wrist to his. He caressed one of her breasts, urging her to play with the other. When she finally acquiesced to his request she quickly soaked her plain white cotton panties. After the movie he dropped her off without so much as a good night kiss. That night in her fantasy he wore the handcuffs while she imagined riding his cock to orgasm, all the time he begged her to stop. It was only after her climaxed, as she put her things away, that she noticed he had slipped a small vibrator into her purse. She was unable to resist it, and soon she was coming again. It was the first time she had climaxed twice in the same night. Both times she was thinking of Rick. Tonight she wore exactly what Rick asked for. She wore a shirt with buttons, a bra that fastened in the front, a skirt and no panties. She had no doubt that she had already soaked the seat cover in his car.
Rick pulled up next to the cottage. It was a small place with large front porch. He grabbed a bag out of the car and led Courtney up the steps. He flipped over a small table on the porch and put the overstuffed cushion onto it. Gently he lowered Courtenay on to the pad. Her torso fit neatly between the sturdy legs of the table. She squirmed nervously.
Courtney was not sure what was going on. She knew they were outside, she was on something soft, but her head and legs hung over the side and thick posts pressed against her shoulders and hips. She felt Rick wrapping rope around her thigh. He was using a lot rope. He moved on to her other leg, then her arms. When he was done her arms and legs were tied to the thick posts.
"I can't move, "she said
"That's kind of the idea."
"So now what?" Courtenay asked.
"Anything I want, that's what." Rick replied.
"What if I don't want it?"
"You just have to take it princess, just like everybody else. Welcome to the real world."
Courtenay winced slightly at his comment, she knew it was true. Before graduation she had ruled the school. Being tied up was actually something of a relief. She lay on her back, stuck like an upended turtle, and her eyes were still covered. She felt Rick heft the table so she was sitting upright.
