Chapter 9

Helen and Carrie exchanged knowing glances, then Helen set her jaw and crooked her index finger under Nancy's pink slave collar. She said in a no-nonsense tone, "I am not sure you totally understand cunt, but you had better listen to me and do as we tell you. I intend to have you as my slave and that is the way it is whether you like it or not. If you fuck this up, I will expose you as a tramp, a slut, a pedophile, a dog fucker and whatever else I can think of. You will go to jail and you will lose everything you hold dear!"

Although the tone of voice Helen used was quiet, so as to not arouse attention from other students and teachers walking nearby, it was deadly serious and Nancy was physically unable to break contact with the young girl's blazing eyes. Her knees were knocking and she felt woozy from the fear and humiliation of her situation. She was in the grasp of a teenage monster and her reaction was to piss her panties, almost. Somehow she prevented that from happening, but just.

Helen paused, assessing her prey's mental state, as she sought to prepare Nancy for the next big step to fully becoming her sex slave. She noted Nancy's trembling and her confidence increased at that sign. 'Good, ' she thought. 'She is so afraid, I will have no trouble from my pet, none at all.'

"Nancy," Helen began again. "As you have been told, you are the new mascot for the cheerleading team. This is something you must not forget. You are subservient to all of us, not just me and not just your daughter Carrie. When you are with any of us you must be on your toes and ready to jump when we give you an order. You must carry out that order unquestioningly and, this is important pet, willingly and with a smile on your face, as if it were something that made you happy to be able to do for us.

"I don't want to hear your whiney voice unless you have been addressed by one of us. An exception is when you are spoken to by someone not in the know, when not responding would seem odd. Now tell me that you understand what I am saying to you slut. I have to know that you are not an idiot and can in fact carry this off, or I will just expose you to your husband and friends for the child molester and dog fucker that you are and not waste my time with you."

Nancy had been standing quietly listening to every word Helen spoke, knowing that if she screwed up she would suffer. She did not want them to paddle her ass and she did not want them to ruin her life. She was no dummy and was not going to impersonate one now. She spoke to the muscles in her face and created the prettiest glowing smile she could envision, and holding the edges of her mini cheer skirt she gave an abbreviated curtsey and spoke in a quiet voice.

"Miss Helen, and Miss Carrie, I understand. I will obey you both and all the other cheerleaders and anyone else that you tell me to. I will be careful and not let on to anyone who does not know or should not know that I am your slave and that you are my Mistresses."

"Good, you are not as dumb as you look, pet," Helen said. "Now first we will introduce you to our principal Ms. Hayes. Do you know her?"

"Yes Miss Helen, I have met Karen Hayes several times. She seems nice."

"Ha Ha, yes well it depends on what you call nice, and I am sure you did meet Karen but I doubt that you know her. Not really anyway, my pet," Helen sneered.

"Anyway," Helen went on, "you need to get right with Karen as she understands the situation."

"You mean she knows that you and Miss Carrie are my mistresses?" Nancy stammered.

"I mean, Nancy, that Karen Hayes is aware that you are a slut and that your ass belongs to me. Further, Karen, who has the hots for your daughter, also knows that you are your own daughter's slut pig as well and would like nothing better than to have a three way with the Brenner women; with Carrie's lips on her cunt and your face in Carrie's sweet little ass.

"Well that is up to her, and of course Carrie, I could not care less. I do want you to sashay your sexy little ass into her office and convince her that you are volunteering for the positions of, (1), Cheerleader Chaperone; and (2), sex toy for the principal's office. You are to convince her that we can do our thing and that she will get benefits from your presence, and that you are smart enough to not get any of us in trouble."

Nancy closed her mouth. She realized that she was standing there gaping like a drowning goldfish as she listened to Helen telling her the facts of life. "So," Nancy said slowly, "you are telling me that I am to submit to the principal of this school and be her slut too?"

"I said you will be the sex toy for her office; that includes not only Karen but her administrative assistant as well. She and Mrs. Colson are a couple, and I believe they have been for some years," said Helen. "They must be humored, pet. It is essential that Karen receive services to placate her or she will not allow you to be our mascot and plaything."

"Yes Miss Helen. Yes Miss Carrie, I will do as you wish, of course", Nancy murmured, smiling sweetly (and fearfully), as she spoke.

Just then Todd ambled over to the group, gave Carrie a squeeze and shot a wink at Helen and then a knowing smile at Carrie's mom.

Carrie, surprised but excited, exclaimed, "Hey we've got to get going if we are going to see the principal before class!"

Helen liked Todd as much as any boy and decided to allow his intrusion since they were pretty much done anyway. "You are right, Carrie. Come along Nancy, move your ass," she snarled good-naturedly.

Todd was aware of the basic situation and fell in with Carrie behind Helen and Nancy. He strode along, splitting his attention between his main squeeze and her sexually interesting mother. They soon caught up with other kids heading to class and it became one unruly throng. Todd, being a horny sixteen year old, took advantage of the bunching up and reached his fingers out and under Nancy's mini cheer skirt, cupping his girlfriend's mother's plump ass cheek. Nancy gave a surprised but quiet yelp of surprise but kept shuffling along in her high heels, like a matronly cow in the herd. Todd glances sideways to Carrie who gave him a smile of encouragement.

Todd's hand gave Nancy's ass a squeeze, and then his fingers began to roam over her panties, his finger tips tracing the edges where the nylon met the soft skin of her derriere. It was becoming madding to Nancy, as she knew it was her daughter's boyfriend's fingers making circles on her panties, taking advantage of her, now moving up and down the cleft of her ass. She heard a chortle to her right and looked over to see a female student she did not recognize.

She was watching Todd's hand, and when her eyes rose to meet Nancy's, she flashed her a grin and said with a patronizing sneer, "welcome to McCain High, slut."

Nancy was shamed and so stunned she had no reply. She just averted her gaze and pretended she did not see the girl elbow her friends and laughingly point to her ass. Finally Helen noticed and punched Todd in the arm. "Todd," she hissed. "Behave yourself." Just then, the other girls moved on and Helen had stopped in front of a door marked PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. The door opened and they stepped inside, except for Todd who wanted nothing to do with Principal Hayes.

"Well, good morning ladies. Come in, come in," boomed Mrs. Colson as she came around her large ornate desk in the principal's outer office. "So nice to see you again Helen, and you too Carrie. I wish you would stop in more often; I so enjoy your company."

Mrs. Colson, the principal's assistant, first ignored Nancy, then after the initial pleasantries were over, her beaming smile converted to a more curious gaze as she focused on the only obvious cheerleader in the group, as evidenced by her costume. "And who have you brought us this morning Helen? Is this our new cheerleader chaperone?" Doris Colson asked.

Still not acknowledging the woman standing right there, Doris circled, so close Nancy thought her heavy perfume, favored by women her age, might actually cause her to faint dead away. Nancy could feel her heart beating. She swore all in the room must be able to hear it as well. God, she hadn't had a panic attach since that time Ed's mother had accused her of being an unfit mother to Carrie for allowing her to join the cheer squad in the first place. That had been some time ago. 'If she could see me now, ' Nancy thought.

"Hellooo, earth to cheergirl! Hello!", interrupted Doris while waving a hand in her face. "I asked if you we were talking to the new chaperone, young lady! Well are we or aren't we?" Doris insistently asked, her curiosity now replaced with irritation.

Doris was touching and tugging at Nancy's skirt and blouse, here and there, as if to pull it one way to cover some visible patch of skin, only to uncover another bit of Nancy on the other side. Doris was doing a superb bit of acting, as she really did not care about the propriety, or lack thereof, of Nancy's brief dress. She merely teased and toyed with her to show that she could.

"Yes ma'am," Nancy finally said.

"What?" Doris shot her a questioning look.

"I am the new chaperone, Ma'am," replied Nancy.

"Wha ... oh right, ha ha. I almost forgot about you honey, step over here into my office sweetie. Helen, I will see you and Carrie later," Doris said as she led Nancy by the elbow around her desk, depositing her and plopping down in her leather high back.

"Ok, let's begin the interview," Doris barked as Helen and Carrie exited, chuckling to each other in the knowledge that Nancy was in for an exciting ride on the Colson express.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I had to interview for the position," stammered Nancy.

"First off, I agree. You are sorry. Second, there is an interview process that you must go through, and go through it you will! Unless you wish me to call Helen back in, that is, and tell her you refuse to be the cheerleader chaperone."

"NO! Uh I mean no, ma'am. That's quite all right. I apologize for suggesting I wouldn't cooperate with you, Mrs. Colson. But, you do remember me, don't you Doris? I mean we had you to our home, you and your husband, and, and, well, I have met you several times at school functions. I am sure you must remember me."

Nancy was confused and searching for a friend, any friend in this seemingly unfriendly institution, a place that she had had no fear of until today. Even a normally chilly Doris Colson would do if she would but smile and offer a kind word.

"Hmmf, what impertinence. Yes of course I know who you are Nancy," rebuked Mrs. Colson. "You are some stray pet that Helen has taken in and is training to be her slut. Who you are not is some respectable parent, attending the school on some business involving your child's education. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME??" she shouted.

Nancy retreated, visibly shaken by the attack. "Yes Mrs. Colson, please forgive me again ma'am. I did not understand before but I do now," Nancy meekly replied.

"Good. Jesus God Almighty. I have seen some pretty stupid bimbos come in here, and Helen seems to be attracted to them in particular, but you are one of the densest ninnies ever. Now, let's see if we can get the basics out of the way quickly, ok my little airhead friend?" she added smugly and still with much malice in her tone.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, remove your panties, and lift your skirt for inspection. NOW!" Doris added with a sneer, adding the emphasis to show she would brook no more hesitation.

Nancy instinctively looked up at the window whose drapes were open, but though her mouth formed an "O" as to speak, no words came. Her hands moved quickly and adroitly to lift her skirt and grasp the waistband of her bikinis. She sensed she was a lot closer to actual physical retaliation from the woman than she was comfortable with and wished to avoid, at all costs, finding out for sure. She was exhibiting her pussy for Mrs. Colson's preview when she heard the inner door to Principal Hayes' office open behind her.

Nancy froze, but her hands continued to hold her mini-skirt up above her navel so that her entire ass was exposed to whomever had just come from the principal's office while Doris was gazing unashamedly at her shaven cunt. "Ok, Mrs. Brenner, let's have you strut for us ok?" She stressed Nancy's formal title to mock Nancy's attempt to put their relationship on equal footing. That was a ridiculous proposition considering their contrasting positions. Doris was superior now, looking down at this hopeless, submissively dressed bimbo in a school cheerleader costume that was totally juvenile and ridiculously ill-fitting. There was no question of showing her any respect or treating her with civility. They both new why she was there and who was in charge.

Nancy began slowly walking forward, as Doris sat back down in her high-backed chair. Nancy held her arms out and forward, grasping the ends of her mini skirt, so as to continue her total exposure to Mrs. Colson and whomever else had entered the office. When she reached the front of the room, Nancy had no choice but to turn and discover the identity of the person.

Clap Clap Clap! A laughing Karen Hayes was leaning against a cabinet, her smiling eyes taking in the suburban mother and housewife standing in the center of the office as she showed her appreciation. Nancy stopped in her tracks and gaped at the female school principal. She was not surprised it was her. She had expected it to be her, yet it stunned her anyway. Karen was always so together; all business, dressed to the nines, fashionable, professional and so young for the position. A school principal's job was not an easy one but Karen seemed born to it.

"Doris, don't you think we should make our guest more comfortable?" They both looked to her expectantly.

"Please do take off those silly clothes! You shouldn't have to hold your skirt up over your head all day. Relax and strip them off. Now!" Karen made it clear that is was an order, not a suggestion, and while her face was smiling, the tension in the air was deadly serious.

Nancy unbuttoned, then unzipped and dropped her skirt, stooping to retrieve it from the floor. She continued undressing, pulling her tight sweater over her blonde pony tail, then folding it and adding it to the small pile of clothing. Her big tits moved as she moved. Nancy was soon naked except for her white spiked heel go-go boots. She was a sight of loveliness and sexuality. Principal Hayes was practically salivating as she eyed the shivering housewife standing there in the altogether.