Chapter 9: Using the Cheerleaders as Cum-Dumpsters

T. Ropex

“This is your alarm, please wake up for the game!”

The sounds hot my awareness. I woke up in my sleeping pod. I felt refreshed and ready for the day ahead of me. I smiled and wanted to stretch in here, but it was a tight fit. Still, I arched my back as the sleeping pod opened.

I had my nutrient goo, slurping it out of its package. With that infusion of the perfect amount of calories to energize me through the day, I was ready to begin. The AI announced the teleportation. I flashed and appeared at the stadium.

It was full of people.

The entire thing shook with their enthusiasm. I was overwhelmed by it. I stood in awe of their cheering as the football team burst onto the field. I had seen football players in the Life Reenactments, but not them actually playing these “games” they talk about.

These players were covered in padding. They were big, strapping men. The sort that I had expected to always see on earth. I was nodding along, eager for this. I knew it would be amazing. I rubbed my hands together.

But where were the cheerleaders?

“Teleporting you to the cheerleaders,” the AI said.

Rita Simpson

“You look so sexy,” Mom said as she smacked me on the ass. I shuddered at the way she did that.

I smiled at her. Me and the girls were in our short skits and boob tubes. No bra. No panties. We all had our legs, pits, and pussies waxed today. We were as bald as we could be, so ready to give the crowd a wild show.

“You win, and you will be fucked by the entire football team,” Mom continued. “They’ll gangbang you all because you helped them win.”

The nondescript guy from yesterday entered and nodded to us. I ignored him. He was boring.

“Go out there and shake your moneymakers!” Mom continued. “Flash those tits and pussies. God gave you some tight-ass bods! Use them!”

My mom would never say such things, this stupid voice in my mind said. Ignored it.

“Let’s go!” Mom shouted.

We darted out onto the field. The crowds were cheering. It was homecoming. The teams were out on the fields. The coin flip was about to happen. Daddy was coaching our boys. I was so eager for it. I spun around and faced the crowds. We clapped our hands together and shook our pompoms.

We did our high kick, flashing our pussies at the crowd.

Shocked gasps rose from the audience. They were all college kids. The boys were pointing. Some were hollering, but there was this ... buzz of confusion. Suddenly, I felt so embarrassed and exposed. Vulnerable. I wanted to dart inside.

The crowd wasn’t getting pumped up by us. I faltered in my chant. I looked at Zelda, Carolina, Esmeralda, and Lizzie. They were all as confused as I was. Why wasn’t the crowd getting pumped for us? Why weren’t they screaming out their voices for us?

I wanted to shrink down into a little ball, but we had to keep cheering.

More shouts. People seemed offended that we were so hot. Were they jealous? We spun around and did our booty shakes. The janitor loved this move, our skirts flying up to flash our waxed pussies and tight asses.

The crowd was growing more restless. A referee was blowing his whistle. He was pointing at us. What was going on? These were our outfits? I looked about and gasped as Daddy was marching from the sideline, his headphones on. He looked so furious.

“What the fuck are you girls doing?” he demanded, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward the sidelines. “I did not raise you to be a fucking tramp, Rita! What the blue fucking blazes was your mother thinking letting you come out here like this?”

“But Daddy!” I gasped, tears in my eyes.

What was going on? We were so sexy. This was how things were supposed to be.

No, they’re not, that awful voice whispered. Something is very, very wrong.

“D-Daddy!” I sobbed. “You’re hurt-ting m-me.”

“I’m going to spank your ass red for dressing like a tramp. Blue fucking blazes, what in the Lord Almighty do you think you’re doing.”

T. Ropex

Why were people not responding? There was so much confusion. I was growing so frustrated with humans. They were just not behaving how they represented themselves in all the videos I watched. It was becoming more and more clear that the Life Recreations were all fabrications.

Why would they do that?

Now that man was yelling at the girl. That was her father, the coach. She was supposed to be inspiring the crowd to cheer on the team so they could win. How could they do that if everyone was getting mad at them?

“Adjusting the scenario.”

“Now I want you to get out there and cheer the crowd on, Rita,” the father said, his anger gone. Rita’s tears were also gone. She was beaming at her father, clearly happy now. No tears. They had vanished. The crowd was cheering so loudly. The referees weren’t mad. There were even cameras out there.

“So you better dance that slutty ass off, Rita,” said her father. “Because if we lose, I’m going to see that you and your girl get punished. Trust me! You’re gonna pay, so you better cheer us on!”

“We’ll cheer you on, Daddy!” Rita beamed, her tits jiggling in her boob tube. “We want to have the team gangbang us. You can fuck us, too, Daddy!”

He slapped her on the rump, making her giggle. She darted back out to the field to join the other girls. They had their pompoms, looking so sexy in their short skirts and boob tubes. Their tits bounced as they went through the cheers.

The teams squared up.

The crowd roared.

Then a ball was kicked.

The game was ... violent. My jaw dropped as these big men in armor were crashing into each other. They were throwing the ball and tackling each other. They were knocking men down, and the humans loved it so much.

“The violence,” I said in shock.

“Humans are such a primitive race,” said the AI. “They still slaughter animals for food and clothing material.”

My jaw dropped.

Still, there was something ... primal about it. The girls were jumping and flashing their titties. Their boobs sometimes popped out. The crowd was cheering so loudly for their team. Only, they cheered the loudest when the other time had the ball like...

They were trying to make it hard for the team to concentrate. It was so fascinating. The crowd participated in the game. The girls cheered them on. They were so sexy, flashing their long legs. When their team scored, they would hug and kiss each other.

Zelda and Esmeralda made out for too long and had to be pried apart. The crowd loved it.

The points were climbing higher and higher until ... the game was paused. Half time. The cheerleaders were doing their routines. The other side had cheerleaders, too, but they weren’t dressed sexily. They weren’t getting the attention of the home team’s sluts.

“The home team is on track to win big,” the AI said.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. The words the father told his daughter echoed in my mind. Punished. Humiliated. I had seen one Life Reenactment that was ... extreme. Spanking. Bondage. Watersports. If the team lost...

“Adjusting scenario,” the AI said.

Rita Simpson

Half-time was over. I felt Daddy watching. I wanted to make him proud.

Kickoff was one. Our team was receiving. I was shaking my pompoms with the building drums for the moment when the ball was kicked. The people in the crowd were getting so wild. The ball was kicked. We jumped in the air and did our own scissor kick, flashing our pussies.

We landed and spun around, shaking our butts at the stands. Our skirts were rising up to flash our asses. It was so awesome. I watched the ball spin through the air. The receiver caught it and started running up the field only to drop the ball.

It bounced out of his hand and a defender picked it up and ran it into the end zone.

I blinked at that. What? How did that happen?

Then there was another kickoff. I was cheering them on. This time, the fair catch was called. Our offense went out to drive it toward the end zone. We were getting the crowd pumped up, flashing our perfect tits.

The quarterback threw an interception. Another touchdown for the other team. Now we just had one touchdown lead. Daddy looked dumbfounded. He was shouting at his players. Then he glared at us. Was this our fault?

“We have to cheer our hearts out, girls!” I gasped. “Let’s go!”

We flashed our pussies longer. We shook our boobs. Our tits bounced free as we shook our pompoms over our heads. We rubbed those tassels against our breasts as the offense was driving down the field, but...

We failed to convert a fourth down and had to kick the ball away.

Now we cheered on the defense, but they were failing. They blitzed the quarterback only for him to run thirty yards. Then they missed a running back who threaded through a hole in their defense and ran it all the way down to the ten-yard line. After that, a simple throw by the quarterback and it was another touchdown.

How could that happen? The game was tied, and the third quarter had only just begun.

We kept cheering. We had to, but the mood was shifting. We had to get the crowd pumped again as another kickoff. Another failure by the offense to convert a fourth down. The other team had the ball and ... drove down to another touchdown.

“We have to work harder, girls,” I said. “We have to inspire everyone. We can’t let our team lose! Let’s trib!”

“Yes!” Esmerelda said and kissed me.

I made out with her as the ball was kicked. We sank to the ground and scissor our legs together, our tits out. We humped our pussies together, grinding them as the crowd cheered us on. Our team received another kickoff. This time, the offense converted a first down. Then a second.

They were driving the ball down the field. We were inspiring them. I shuddered, my clit rubbing against Esmerelda’s. We were both gasping and moaning. Then the quarterback fell back and threw an amazing pass. It was caught, but...

A flag.

The ball went into the end zone as the referees came out. “False start, offense, five-yard penalty. Replay third down.”

The touchdown didn’t count. It was horrible. I wanted to cry. With that five-yard penalty, we didn’t convert the fourth and did a field goal. Someone, the kicker missed. It was thirty yards. Thirty! The crowd was booing despite how we ground our cunts together.

The third quarter ended with the other team getting a touchdown.

I was humping against Esmeralda, but it was hard to put any oomph into it. I just ... wanted to curl and fail. Down two touchdowns. It wasn’t impossible. We had to just keep trying. Rally the crowd. We ground our cunts together as the offense played better.

My orgasm built and built. I was nearing my climax, my clit sparking against Esmerelda’s. The pleasure burst through me. It felt so good to have that happening. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the way the sparks sizzled between us.

It was so good to do this. I whimpered as we humped our twats together. The pleasure sparked through us again. It was so good. The team was heading for a touchdown. They were down to 1st and Goal.

“This is it!” I moaned, my tits heaving. “We’re making a comeback.”

“A cum back!” squealed my cheer partner. I humped against the Hispanic slut’s cunt. Our sparks sizzled.

“GO, TEAM, GO!” we all squealed as we burst into our orgasmic delight.

The quarterback through the ball. The crowd cheered as the waves of my rapture swept through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I moaned and gasped, my tits bouncing. My mind drowned in rapture. I trembled, unable to watch the throw.

It had to be good. I just knew it. I was cumming so hard. I whimpered as the crowd’s cheers died away. Then boos rose. I trembled, my body quivering through the ecstasy, and glanced at the field to see one guy on the other team running with...

The football.

An interception?

“No!” I gasped, my orgasm dying away. I hopped up to my feet. “No, no, stop him!”

But they didn’t. He ran from one end zone to the other and scored another touchdown. This was a disaster. My spirits were crushed. How could we recover from this disaster? The clock was ticking down. The fourth quarter was winding toward its end.

We didn’t recover. The other team scored two more times before the two-minute warning was called. After that, the opposing team just did the two-minute drill, running down the game clock and not allowing any timeouts. Our team had given up.

We had lost the first homecoming in the history of our school.

“It’s our fault,” I whimpered, tears in my eyes. I glanced at Daddy.

He was furious. He turned to Mother and grabbed her arm, shouting at her. She sank beneath him, nodding. Then she motioned us to follow as the team headed to the locker room. The crowd filed out of the stadium, dejected. We had let everyone down. We were such failures.

The girls and I headed after the team, our pompoms clutched in our limp arms. I wanted to pull down my boob tube and cover my tits. Daddy was going to punish us all for failure. We absolutely deserved it for such a terrible performance.

We slunk into the locker room. The guys were already peeling out of their equipment. They were sitting dejected on the benches. They glanced at us, their eyes narrowing. Daddy was already berating Mommy, wagging her finger at her.

“They’ll do better next time,” Mom was saying.

“This was fucking homecoming! Blue fucking blazes, the most important game of the season, and we got our asses handed to us.” He glanced at us. “You girls ... You...”

He grabbed me by the arm and thrust me over a bench. I gasped at that. The other guys were grabbing the other girls. And Mom. They were ripping her out of her tracksuit, bearing her tits. Daddy ripped my skirt off, tearing the cloth.

“Fucking pathetic sluts,” he snarled, the nondescript man watching and smiling. “You thought that miserable display was good enough?”

SMACK!

His hand cracked down on my rump. Pain exploded from his touch. I gasped at that. My eyes rolled back in my head at the pain that swept through me. I clenched my butt-cheeks, whimpering from Daddy’s hard spank.

“Daddy!” I sobbed, my ass burning.

SMACK!

“You shameless, little whore!” he roared.

SMACK!

The others on the teams were squealing.

SLAP! CRACK! SLAP!

They were being spanked, too. Mommy was, also, her ass being paddled by a Black player.

SMACK!

My asscheeks burst with stinging heat from Daddy’s angry spank. I bucked on the bench from the pain burning across my butt-cheeks. It was just intense. The pain blazed across me. Tears spilled down my cheeks.

SMACK!

I squealed at the heat.

CRACK!

“Fuck!” Mommy cried.

“You deserve this, too, Madeline, for leading these whores to such abject performance!” Daddy roared.

SMACK!

“Daddy!” I howled, the pain consuming my rump. It melted down to my pussy.

SMACK!

“Dirty whores!” a player shouted.

“Fucking sluts!”

“You’re pathetic!”

A player leaned over me and spat in my face. It ran hot down my cheek.

SMACK!

“That’s right!” roared Daddy my asscheeks burning from the heat. “Dirty fucking whores let us down!”

SMACK!

More spit landed on my face. And on the other girls. On Mommy, too.

I shuddered, the humiliation soaking through me as my ass burned so hard. I clenched and realized something wet was dripping down my thighs. I was ... excited. I was being degraded, treated like a dirty fucking slut—a piece of worthless garbage—and cream ran down my thighs.

“What’s this?” Daddy demanded. He swiped a finger up my cunt. “Blue fucking blazes, you’re getting turned on, you disgusting whore!”

SMACK!

This time, Daddy spanked my waxed pussy. His hand smacked down on my entire pussy. My cuntlips burst in pain. I bucked on the bed, the heat sweeping through me. It was so intense to have that rushing through me.

“Daddy!” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Little harlot!” he growled as he spanked my pussy again.

SMACK!

I burst in degrading rapture.

The heat swept through me. I squealed, my cunt cream gushing out of her hips hand. Smacks echoed around us, more spanks falling on the others as I bucked through my orgasm like a whore. I whimpered as Daddy rubbed at my cunt.

“Our daughter came like a fucking slut on my hand, Madeline!” Daddy roared. “Just what sort of depraved whore did you raise? Huh?”

“A cheerleader whore!” Mommy cried.

“This is what we do we cheerleaders whores!” Daddy grabbed me as I trembled through my orgasm. I whimpered and moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. He threw me over his shoulder and marched me from the benches. “Bring the sluts!”

The other guys cheered. The brawny football players carried the others. I whimpered, my mind drowning in rapture. My pussy burned. It hurt so much that it felt so good. The others were slung over the shoulders of brawny guys, their asses bright red.

Especially Mom’s.

Daddy slung me off and all but dropped me on the tiled floor of the showers. He grinned as I yelped from the heat burning across my rump. He smiled down at us, nodding at us. I shuddered at the heat in his eyes. He was so ... manly.

“Daddy,” I whimpered.

Mommy was set down beside me followed by the other girls. The football players were all getting naked, their bodies fit. So was Daddy’s. He was buff like them, his chest hairy. His cock thrust out hard before him. We were being surrounded by all of them, dicks aiming at us.

“These sluts need to understand their place!” Daddy roared, staring down at Mommy and me. “We were counting on you, and you failed us. You’re pieces of fucking trash. Just worthless cum-dumpsters and toilets. Boys!”

The guys all grinned at us like feral animals, some White, some Black, all big and brawny. They aimed their cocks at us. I shuddered as I knew what was coming. They groaned. Daddy pissed first, splashing my tits. Then he aimed his stream at my face.

The others pissed on us.

I gasped as more streams of hot, acrid urine splashed across my body. I trembled as they soaked my boobs and bathed my hair. Mommy gasped beside me. She spluttered as one guy pissed in her mouth. All of us were squealing.

I shuddered on my burning ass as the piss soaked my tits. One guy urinated on my pussy. They were drenching us down. I trembled as they soaked us. Daddy’s stream fell on my face. On my lips. I ... opened wide.

I swallowed Daddy’s piss.

His salty urine filled my mouth. He groaned as he did that, his stream starting to peter out. He grunted, forcing out a few more gushes that splashed over my tits. He smiled at me as another guy pissed in Mommy’s mouth. They soaked her big tits.

“Give your mother a big, sloppy kiss,” growled Daddy. “Lick each other clean, you filthy whores. You let my boys down, Madeline! You and your daughter are just cum-dumpsters until we win.”

I turned my head, my mouth full of that disgusting piss. I brought my lips to Mommy. I kissed her. Our lips melted together. We thrust the urine into each other’s mouths. I shuddered as we traded the pee back and forth.

It spilled over our lips and ran down our chins. The others were moaning. Mommy cupped my breast and squeezed it as we made out, passing the piss back and forth. I whimpered and broke the kiss. I ducked my head down.

I licked the piss off her tit. I stroked over her boob, gathering up the disgusting stuff. That made my pussy even wetter. I whimpered as I moved over her, licking up the urine. I felt the nondescript man watching.

Approving

I’m not a whore, gibbered that stupid voice in the back of my head. I’m not a whore. Mommy’s not a whore. Daddy’s not a disgusting pig.

I was the disgusting pig. That was why I was licking up all the urine. I cleaned her up. My tongue stroked over her. It was so foul of me to do that. I moved down her body. She licked at my boob, brushing my nipple.