Episode 416: wHO MADE wHO

Lifting her head up Josie McKellen realized her dire situation. Tied spread eagle to the ground behind the Rhinos goal post in the dimmer lighting she felt alone and used. Strangely, she liked it.

“What just happened?”

Flexing her muscles in an attempt to pull out the tent spikes holding her down she just didn’t have the leverage to do so. Yelling for help would be humiliating and with the halftime show going full blast nobody could hear her anyway. “Those fuckers used me and left me to suffer. I didn’t even see a single face clearly. This is what I get for being sociable. At least they tied me down so I could face the game. My legs wide could so be the goal post.” Irony, she laughed until she felt a eerie chill.

“What if I’m stuck here the rest of the game? They even took my uniform with them.” Snickering under stress she did realize there was a streaker at every game. Well, dozens it appeared. “Piper just stripped. YOU BITCH! Stop stealing my blunder.” Watching from the distance was all Josie could do. At least the song selection was hot.

First set over in the fifteen-minute switch off between team spirits, the hard stuff was ramping up. The announcer Donny Cates high up on his glass enclosed perch laughed at seeing his ex-girlfriend Marcella VanCamp lead her marching band with a baton and nothing else on. He choked on his Pepsi as he got ready to DJ the next music collage for Piper and her tramps. Tramps? He used that to his advantage.

“LET’S TRAMP IT UP!” He called out over the speakers as the lower scale sex songs faded. AC/DC on tap he hit the play button and stood up. First a salute then he dropped his own pants to beat off right along with everyone else. Best seat in the bird house!

“Work it, ladies!”

Piper Cherry rejoined her Swallowers in a tighter formation. Totally nude and pom poms in hand they revved up to the vibe of AC/DC and Thunderstruck. The song a serious anthem the girls moved about the field encouraging cheers, shaking their tits like strippers in heat. On the Rhino sideline pep coach Valerie Decker found Principal Miles Tucker hovering once again.

“I’m sensing failure.”

“My girls just fucked in front of everybody. What more do you want?”

“Your attitude in check for one thing. I believe you’re done for the night. Go to my dungeon and await me.”

“Goddammit!” She cursed and walked to grab her duffle bag and move to circle the stand side of the field. Walking through the grass she was greeted by a number of Lafayette stooges that were on Tucker’s Honor Society, his version. They were told to make certain she went straight there. “I’m capable of walking to my destination.”

“Are you? Are you really?” Jonas Pratt paused her in step. Two boys took her bag away while others stripped her of her uniform until naked. Once nude three more boys grabbed her from behind and lifted her up off the ground. Jonas then unclamped her prosthetic leg and removed it. Stood back down on her one true leg she teetered. “Keep up!” Cursing like a pro she hopped on one foot the entire way to the school with a shirtless student pulling her hair and choking her. This involuntary slave shit was for the birds. No choice but to comply she simply endured it and proved her athletic ability.

Knox Hardecker watching her ordeal strangely felt bad for her. While he was heartless most days, for some reason a one-legged slave being tortured was not to his liking. Tempted to intervene his cell rang prevented his interference. Neo Pryor calling him, he chose to answer it.

“Yeah?”

“Mister Hardecker?”

“Uh? You’re not Neo.”

“No, I’m not. He is here with me though.” Knox could hear Kelly Herbert screaming with verses of, “Don’t stop!” Kelly should have been sent home by now.

“Who is this?”

“Join us at her car ... well, in the yard close to it. Perbert’s mommy did not want to go home.”

“Son of a bitch.” Knox mumbled under his breath. “You a cop or something?”

“Oh, no! If I called the cops Perbert’s mom would still be here until Monday. The cameras don’t lie Hardecker. We know what you’ve been up to. You’re a very busy man. Someone worth meeting in person.”

“If you’re setting me up just know my dad is a bigwig lawyer. I’ll sue the pants off of you.”

“My pants are already off, Mister Hardecker. Who do you think is fucking Perbert’s mommy? Oh, and that ingenious shirt, I had it run up the flagpole in your honor. Mommy here thanked me for that. So, yes, find me by the flag.” Call severed Knox gnashed his teeth.

“Fuck! I wanted to watch the rest of the halftime show. Seeing Lily naked again ... mother fuck!” Kelly was his problem. If she was in trouble the world would collapse around him. Dominic Black would be called, and he would likely end up hanging alongside her shirt on the flagpole. “I’m comin! I’m comin’!”

So was Kelly!

Thunderstruck moving into High Voltage by AC/DC the Swallowers dropped their pom poms and ran at the fence. Forty vigorous cocks sticking through the links the girls jumped up and held the fence, reacting as if being electrocuted. It was hilarious, but once they dropped to the ground the ladies’ made rounds of trying to kiss every penis in their shake. Wake too!

Even Piper puckered up and delivered the goods. Mass cheers for their rapid efforts. Songs bleeding quickly from one to the other in this collage the next tune up was You Shook Me All Night Long. This led the ladies to make a second wave of rounds to stroke cocks. Two hands two shafts, easy pleasy! They had to keep Horton happy! The Lafayette side was feeling cheated. With Valerie Decker MIA the lead cheerleader Gidget coaxed her ladies to do the same. The fences were electric.