Stacy made the last adjustments to her outfit as she stood in front of the hallway mirror. In her WCU cheerleader uniform, she stood at 5' 7" with a tight white sweater that showed off her bust. She wore a white pleated skirt with that went mid-thigh on her shapely legs. Her hair was long blonde and past her shoulders. Her face was pretty and she had blue grey eyes.
"Lookin' good Stace. How much is this modeling gig getting ya? Her roommate Monica asked.
"Quite well thank you." She said primping her hair and pursing her lips.
"You don't look happy." Monica said as she snapped Stacy's picture on her phone.
"Oh I'm fine."
"Do you think the university is ok with you using the uniform?"
"It's not for publication." She said as she headed out the door.
She sat in the car and let the reality settle in. This was her first time doing this and in spite of all the planning and precautions, she was still nervous. In reality her heart was thumping hard and she wanted to come up with an excuse to cancel. It would be easy to do and there would be nothing they could do to her. But a deal was a deal and in this town, promises kept meant much. Her phone tweedled as she started the engine.
"Still on?" the message read.
"Yes. I'm on my way, time of arrival depends on the traffic." She replied.
By city of Los Angeles standards, traffic wasn't bad and she made it to her destination before she died of old age. It wasn't a studio in Burbank as she had told her roommate, but rather a residence in a quiet neighborhood. She keyed in the code for the gate and drove up the steep driveway. She stopped her car and killed the ignition. Again she thought about reneging on the deal. Technically it was illegal and not an enforceable contract in court. "Fuck it. A deal is a deal. I promised them I would do it." She said and she left the car. Her nerves made her finger shake as she rang the doorbell and after a short wait the door opened. Stepping inside, she immediately shaded her eyes as she was greeted by a bright light in her face. Off to her right was a camera mounted on a tripod. On her left was a monitor that showed her standing in the door way. In front of her was a middle- aged man wearing nothing but shorts. He held a half consumed bottle of water as his eyes surveyed her from top to bottom. Her heart started to pound again making it feel like her head was going to pop off.
"My darling is finally here." He said stepping up close to her, his right hand reaching over to stroke her cheek his left on her chest, kneading her breasts.
"At least your tits are real." He said pushing her sweater up and unhooking her bra exposing her breasts.
"What's my name?" said as he reached under her skirt and tugged her panties down to her knees.
"Master?" She said unsure of her answer.
He flicked her nipples hard with his finger-tips.
"You don't know? Think harder, if that's possible." He grabbed her nipples and began to pull.
"Dave?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Is that how you greet a superior?" He gave a twist.
"Master Dave?" She said with a tear coming down her cheek.
"A little dense huh? That's not surprising for your fine institution of higher learning." She stood still as he went behind her. He pressed himself against her ass and she could feel his hard dick. Roughly he grabbed her arms and bound her hands.
"Hey hurry up Dave, don't hog all the fun." Came a voice from the other room.
"Do you know who that is?" Dave asked. She shook her head no expecting another pull on her nipples.
"No I'm sorry master Dave." She said cringing. Dave's open hand sped toward her face landing a blow across her cheek with a loud crack.
"Sorry Don, just teaching her some manners." He said slapping her other cheek equally hard.
"His name? I hope you caught the clue numbskull." He menaced.
"Master Don?"
"Wow your IQ must be in the double digits. That would put you on the honor roll at WCU right?" He grabbed her hair and twisted her face to look at him. A second tear followed the first down her cheek.
"Well you know our names. I guess we should know yours...if we cared. I now christen thee "Cunt" in honor of the one part of your body that seems to function properly."
"DAAAAAAAVE." Came the voice from the other room.
He pulled her along by the hair her panties around her knees and arms tied behind her back limited her to an awkward shuffle. He ushered his stumbling charge into a living large living room in which cameras and monitors for each one had been strategically placed all about. Another middle-aged man dressed in shorts and wearing shoes was sitting on a couch.
"I think "Stupid West Cal Bitch" is a good name." Don said.
"Accurate, but too long for her to remember." Dave said pointing at his forehead theatrically.
"Of course. Come here Cunt." He pointed at the floor in front of him. She stumbled forward to her assigned spot at his feet. Her heart rate had calmed slightly, but she was still nervous. Looking about she could see they had monitors showing every camera angle, including one down at floor level. The man named Don was sitting there calmly rubbing his crotch in anticipation.
"Do you know why you are here today Cunt?" he asked. She nodded dumbly.
"Say it."
"I'm a dumb slut from a worthless school. I am here to learn about the superiority of UCSFV" She said.
"That may be the first correct answer ever given by a WCU student." Don said as he stuck his fingers in her crotch then sniffed them as if he were sampling a fine wine.
"Hmmm smells good. I guess you passed the basic hygiene course required of all WCU undergrads though many seem to need a refresher course. Get down." He pointed at the floor. Her arms still pinned behind her back she found it difficult to lean forward, so she kneeled first and Dave helpfully increased the discomfort in her shoulders by holding her arms up as she slowly lowered down. Her nose ended up on top of his laces, the scent of his morning exercises assaulting her sinuses.
"Walked the dog and did some yard work. I haven't washed these in ages." Don chuckled.
"It's like paradise Master."
Dave's hand landed hard on her ass, some of the blow softened by her skirt. "Nobody asked you!" He yelled. She could feel her skirt being hiked up and she panted in anticipation. Loud cracks reverberated off the walls sending shocks of pain through her body. She clenched her teeth around the laces and started loosening them. More blows rained down on her causing her to squeal. Don held up his hands and Dave stood back admiring his work. One of the monitors displayed her ass bright red in HD glory. One of Don's feet came out of the shoe and rested on her face.
"Clean them Cunt." Don ordered.
Intent on licking his feet, she wasn't paying attention to the monitors showing Dave with a butt plug in one hand and a UCSFV pennant in the other. He smiled and turned the base around to show Don the small hole he had drilled. Don nodded acknowledgement through eyes half shut in pleasure as Stacey's warm lips and wet tongue lapped off the sweat and grime. Don inserted the flag into the base of the plug and waved it around chuckling to himself. Her first inkling of what was going to happen came from the cool sensation of lube dripping onto her asshole. Still enjoying the feeling of her ministrations, Don said nothing at first as Dave placed the tip of the plug against her bunghole. Stacey yelped at Dave's first attempt causing Don to put up his hands again to reign in his friend's enthusiasm.
"Slow." He said.
Dave lubed his finger and gently pushed inside. She paused briefly to focus her mind on the pressure she felt. Slowly her ass dilated allowing him to insert the plug. Finished with the top of his feet, she waited obediently until he lifted his soles for her to continue her work.
"Is that microphone on?" Don asked pointing at one nearby. Dave gave a thumbs up.
"Alright Cunt. Up and at 'em!" he stood up and grabbed her hair pulling her up to a kneeling position. Her face about level with is crotch. At her other end the flag touched the floor like a long tail of a submissive dog. Don pushed her head close to the microphone and fished out his hard cock. She opened her mouth ready to suck but he rubbed it all over her face instead. One hand in her hair and one at the base of his cock he held it right above her mouth.
"You want it bitch?" he asked.
"Yes master."
He then battered her face with his cock first whipping it on her lips making a sticky pop sound, then moving to her cheeks and nose. He tugged her head upwards and placed the tip on her bottom lip. She felt his manhood slowly push inward over her tongue. As it journeyed further, her gag reflex kicked in and she choked, involuntarily she tried to pull her head back to get relief from the pressure.
Instead his strong hand pulled her closer to the microphone and his cock pushed in farther. Drool and spittle tried to wash the intruder out of her mouth as her lips finally touched the base of his cock. Her nose smooshed into his pubic mound as he used both hands to hold her head firmly in place. A feeling of panic filled her as her body began to struggle against the feeling of suffocation. The seconds dragged on, her torso beginning to wiggle and legs began to push before he finally leg go, allowing her to breath in long, desperate gasps.
Waiting for her breath to become normal, she could see her make-up was running from the tears. Still holding her hair he roughly forced himself between her lips and began fucking her face. More liquid poured out of the corners of her lips and she made a strange GYUCK GYUCK GYUCK sound with every thrust. He pulled out again and whipped his dick across her face making a sound of meat being softened by a chef. Then again he face fucked her.
"My compliments to your professors. It looks like you were their star student." He said as he withdrew his cock and wiped it across her lips.
"Ready Dave?"
"It's a go." He replied. Stacey was walked over to an x taped to the floor. Don positioned her in front of a camera as Dave uncapped a marker and drew the number 38 on one breast and 9 on the other. Above the 38 was UCSFV and the 9 read UWC. Around her neck he hung a sign that hung below her breasts that read "We lost. No bowl for us." Don and Dave stood back and admired their handiwork she stood there dazed with her panties at her knees, make up running and a UCSFV pennant hanging out of her ass.
