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The Dolcett Cheerleaders
By Sarah
posted with permission of the author
©Copyright 2004, All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced. No permission is granted, actual or implied, to reproduce any version of this story, in whole or in part, without the express consent of the author.
WARNING : This story is intended for adults only.
Chapter 1 - Welcome to Dolcett High
Dolcettville Central High School was like the rest of the other typical high schools in the United States. It had its football team, basketball team, and other various clubs and activities. There were dances, the corny school fundraisers, and the drama department. There was the cafeteria, and the bookstore that overcharged the students for outdated books. Yes, it was just like every other typical high school, that is, until someone looked closer.
“It all started back in the 1940’s, when some stupid construction project cut off the town from the rest of the state except by one lone drawbridge. The town council voted to disregard the rationing that was the rule of the days, and instead offered a cash bounty for any family to sell their girls for money. Some families took the town up on the offer, while other families moved off. When the war was over, the city council offered to the citizens of the town a vote on weather to allow the continuation of the sell off. The measure passed 100%. No one seemed to question what happened to the girls that were sold off, but every once in a while, a few would seem to turn up in public.”
“Of course, the rest of the country was still progressing, and new families were welcomed to join the community, and those present were allowed to leave, but no one ever decided to leave. The town council had made a few rules thought, for the new arrivals. One of the first requirements of any new couple moving in was that any daughters of age, between 14 and 30, were automatically bought by the town. Most couples moving in didn’t seem to object to this, since the town owned girls were to be used by one and all.”
Samantha Rose sat through the lecture like the rest of her class. She knew town history, but still, she and the other 23 girls and 5 boys paid attention to the teacher. They knew the penalty for falling asleep in class.
Samantha had watched as one of the girls, Bridget, had been caught sleeping, and dragged from the classroom. Samantha had not known what had happened to Bridget, till last Monday, when she had spotted Bridget harnessed to a cart, dressed in a harness, bit, bridle, hoof boots, and the most striking piece, a tail. Bridget had been transformed into one of the Ponygirls of Dolcettville.
Samantha and the other girls in the class knew that it could happen to any of them, if they broke the town laws. All the girls also knew it could happen if they were “recommended” by any of a number of people, from the principle or teachers, to the police or even some grouchy old lady. Samantha sat in class like the rest of the girls in the approved Dolcettville High Uniform. She had on a short white pleat skirt, white knee socks, tennis shoes, and a white halter top. She, like all girls between the ages of 14 to 30, was without panties or bra. The image, at least according to the town law, was to represent the purity of the girl’s meat.
“Ok class. Remember, cheerleaders and other sports girls are to report to the gym today after classes, for uniform issue and some basic rules, as well as the vote on team captain.” Ms. Hernandez reminded the students as the bell rang.
Samantha rushed to the gym, and joined the other 40 girls in line for the cheerleading uniforms. She also saw girls in line for the track equipment, ballet clothes, and even a few in the line for the swim team. Samantha waved to some of the girls, knowing that most would not be returning for school the next year. One little fact not known to most of the girl sin line was that when a girl joined a team, she raised her chances of being purchased by the town.
“Ah, Samantha. Good to see you. Let me get your uniform, and you can go change in the locker room upstairs.” Ms. Hernandez said. Ms. Hernandez handed Samantha a skirt, halter top, 2 pairs of shorts, and 2 cutoff tee shirts.
“There you go, dear. Now run along and change into the uniform, and then come down into the gym.”
Samantha rushed to the stairs, and then quickly changed into her new uniform, which featured a metal pole on the front, with two O’s over her breasts. The skirt was fire red, as was the shorts. As Samantha looked at the tee shirt, she saw it was just two O’s over her breasts.
Samantha took time to look around at the other girls changing. Some, she saw, were slipping on bikinis which were blue, while other girls put on a leotard that was fire red. The track girls were not up here in the dressing room, and Samantha wasn’t sure where they were. Little did the girls who signed up for track knew that they had committed themselves to becoming the town’s newest ponygirls. Even now, they were being taken as a group to the school’s stable, and fitted with their harnesses, boots, and bits. Their tails wouldn’t be added till they had completed their training. Samantha knew a few of her friends had tried out, and knew from previous years that the girls never showed up in classes again.
As Samantha descended the stairs to the gym, a few of the swimmer girls came down, and they turned off towards the pool. The girls in the swim team didn’t know it either, but their lives had been forfeited too. The swim team prided itself on the rigorous training, and one of the motivations the swimmers in this particular pool had was that a school of live sharks were to be released 1 min after the girls were in the center of the pool, and the ones who made it to the edge and then out were the fastest. The pool in Dolcettville High was a big box, roughly 60 feet across. The coach of the swim team only took the first 20 girls out of the pool, and then a fence rose up, trapping the remainder in the pool. Since over 60 girls had signed up, there would be a few empty seats in school the following day.
Samantha entered the gym, and saw the other girls sitting in the bleachers, so she went and joined them there, chatting with a few girls, and saying hi to a few familiar faces. Ms. Hernandez came in a few moments later, and the girls quieted. Most women who made it past 30 in Dolcettville had earned the respect of the townspeople, and as such, were allowed to “recommend” girls both as ponygirls, or even as roasts, if the town needed them.
“Ok girls, settle down. Now, congratulations on becoming members of the spit muffins cheerleading squad. Most of you might not be aware of this, but you are one of only 3 groups on campus that are guaranteed to be returning to school next year, provided your name is not recommended, or drawn for one of the 5 lotteries we have. Since we have 40 girls on the team, and 5 lotteries, as well as the possibility of being selected as a town girl, most of you might not make it. Still, let me give you a breakdown of how many might be called. At the 5 lotteries, we call 4 girls, which means 20 of you have a chance of being called. You may, of course, volunteer to be picked at the lotteries. Also, the town founders traditionally call 5 girls to become town girls at the homecoming parade, and also 5 more at the graduation celebrations. So, all said and done, 30 of you 40 girls will be called, either as lottery picks, or as town choices. Now, there is 2 chances to avoid being called, first off, be named team captain or co-captain. These positions are voted on by you, however, these 2 girls are not immune from being recommended if the squad does not win at regionals. The other way not to be called is to quit the squad. I must warn you, however, that quitting the squad usually does land the girl in the town’s clutches.
Now that the formalities are done, it is time to take nominations for captain and co-captain. If the girl nominated does not want the job, just say so. Ok, girls?who is it going to be for captain?
As a surprise, a new girl, named Betty was nominated for captain, and Bridget won co-captain. Ms. Hernandez took the girls out to the football field, and soon the squad, under the direction of Ms. Hernandez, Betty, and Bridget was warming up and putting together a routine for the first football game. The girls were working hard, and Samantha soon had the job as one of 8 flyers. (For those who aren’t familiar with cheerleading, a flyer is the girl tossed in the air.) The girls soon exhausted, moved to the locker rooms to change, and Samantha went home, happy to be on the squad.
Samantha and the rest of the cheerleaders made an arch for the football team, and the team crashed thru the banners, the crowd cheered, the band played, and the opposing team looked scared.
The girls on the squad moved to the sidelines, and soon were doing their cheers, pushing their team on, or else taunting the other team’s cheerleaders. Both sides knew the girls of Dolcettville High were weird, but the crown on their half of the field looked weirder still, wearing flaming red shirts, some carrying signs with flames on them. The cheerleaders, Samantha among them, knew that if the team won, the girls wouldn’t have to have a losing lottery draw. On the field, the Dolcettville High Flames knew that as well, and were doing their best, or so the crowd from the opposing team thought. In actual fact, the flames were doing poorly on purpose.
Samantha and the other cheerleaders were setup from the start, but with their naïveté, they thought the team just needed more encouragement. The Flames were loosing by only one touchdown in the final quarter, and the girls on the sidelines knew the team could turn it around in the time remaining on the clock (5:45) so they cheered their hearts out. But, as if someone had a sense of humor, the Flames lost the ball and the other team scored a touchdown. A big cheer when up from the opposing team’s fans, and when the gun sounded, the Flames had lost by 14 points.
Samantha and the rest of the cheerleaders were escorted back to the gym, along with the football team, and most of the fans. The girls were led in, and as they entered, a collar was attached to each girl’s neck, with a number on it. A plastic tag was in a large black box on the stage, and Betty and Bridget were on stage with Ms. Hernandez, to draw out the five tags of the girls to be cooked for the loosing feast.
Samantha had number 23 on her tag. As the lottery began, 10 men took up positions behind the girls, ready to capture any girl who tried to flee. None did, but it was the law in the town. Ms. Hernandez asked the assembled cheerleaders if any of them wished to volunteer before placing the tags in the bowl, and 3 girls stepped forward. Ms. Hernandez then removed those girls numbers from the stack, and dropped them in the bowl. As the machine rolled the numbers into a random series, the three who had volunteered had their hands tied, a ring gag inserted in their mouth’s, and were taken to some stocks, where their heads and hands were encased. The girl’s uniforms were removed, and soon, lines of men were around them, using their holes for their pleasure. Some men took all three girls, in all their holes, while other men and some of the football players used just one hole. The girls could be heard moaning around the cocks in their mouths as the various men took them.
Samantha watched as Ms. Hernandez took 2 more numbers out of the box, and read off “Numbers 31 and 8” to the crowd. The two girls with those numbers soon found themselves in the open stocks, being used by the various men in the gym. After the men had their fun with the girls, a new set, know as the spit brigade, came in the gym, and almost within 10 minutes, all 5 girls were spitted, hands tied behind their backs, and ankles tied to the spit. The crown carried the girls down to the end of the football field, where 5 pits had been pre-dug, and the 5 spitted girls were soon cooking over the coals.
Samantha and the other remaining cheerleaders were near the pits, but Samantha was in no condition to help with the cooking. She and the other cheerleaders were tied in various positions, to be used by the crown as sex toys while the meal was being cooked. Samantha looked at the girls over the coals, knowing by the end of the year, she might be in that position.
As the meat was done, the cooks took it off, and the crowd came forward to take their choice cuts, according to town seniority and position. Mayor Perro wasn’t in attendance, but most of the town council was, and they always got the best cuts. Samantha watched from her bound up position as the five former cheerleaders slowly made their way into the mouths of the townspeople. The other 35 cheerleaders knew that they might soon join their teammates.
Samantha knew she was privileged to be in the high school and on the cheerleading squad. She knew this more as her class toured the ponygirl stables of Dolcettville.
The ponygirls were kept in one of 5 town owned stables. The girls assigned to be the town ponygirls were set apart from the private ponygirls in more than one way. The town owned ponygirls were used in the mayor’s coach, when he decided to travel around town, or in the local parades. The town ponygirls were provided with harness, and the other ponygirl needs free of cost, while those girls in the private system were either taxed for their gear by doing hard labor, or else their family was asked to pick up the tab.
Some of the other benefits of being a town owned ponygirl was the exemption from the cookouts, free room and food, and the prestige from being in the best of the best class of ponygirls.
The privately owned ponygirls did have the option of freedom, of course, but most girls in the private stock of ponygirls didn’t seek freedom. They relished being ponies, since, after all, most had joined the herds voluntarily. There was of course some resistance at first, but when the new ponygirls saw the other animals, they knew they would be ponies.
Dolcettville had a unique herd of girl animals. There were 4 classes, the ponygirls, the moo girls, the pig girls, and the exempt girls. The moo girls of Dolcettville had the basic look of being girls, except that their skin had been dyed to that similar to a cow. These girls did not go to school, but rather they were kept in one of the town owned barns, and used for both milk production and meat. The pig girls were kept at a separate barn, and their only purpose was to be used as roasters during the town’s big celebrations. The ponygirls were the town’s only mode of transportation in the city. Cars were outlawed since they polluted the air, and since gas prices were over $40 a gallon. The last set of girls, known as the exempt set, were girls in Dolcettville who had done either outstanding work at school, earning a 4.0 or better average, or were town hero’s, having preformed some vital or necessary service for the town.
Samantha and the rest of her class returned later to the school, and were given the homework assignment of writing a report on the uses of the town ponygirls, and also to conduct an interview with a town ponygirl, and report on the conversation. Samantha and the other girls sighed, knowing it would blow their weekends, but perhaps they could get some pleasure out of the experience as well.
As Samantha was leaving the class, Ms. Hernandez came up to her and asked if she would be interested in helping the cheerleading squad to become more motivated. Samantha was curious and asked how she could help. Ms. Hernandez wanted to have a girl on the squad who would keep tabs on the other girls, and make sure they were towing their weight on the squad. She explained that there were rumors of some girls going to parties or getting drunk on the weekends, and that those activates were against the cheerleading rules. Samantha had heard similar stories, and knew the girls who were breaking the rules. Samantha quickly agreed, and rattled off the names of 5 girls who were known to be breaking the team’s rules. Samantha did not consider herself to be a snitch. She knew what had to be done in order to stay alive for the final game and homecoming.
As Samantha entered the gym the next day for practice, Ms. Hernandez called the team over and quickly called out five girl’s names. The same girls Samantha had named the day before. The girls called were confused, but they walked up to Ms. Hernandez without knowing what was happening, or why they had been called. As the girls stood there, seven of the football players walked up behind the girls and tied their wrists behind their backs. The girls were scared now, but as they tried to scream, the boys shoved ball gags in their mouths, silencing them.
Ms. Hernandez then took some rope, and bound the 5 girls together by the neck, and marched them outside to the football field. The other squad members, including Samantha, followed the bound girls outside.
Ms. Hernandez stopped under the goal posts. The rope around the girls necks was removed, while nooses were tied and then placed around the girl’s necks. Then the football players took a grip on the ropes, and waited for a signal to pull.
“Girls, you have broken the cheerleading squad’s rules by going out partying and drinking. There is evidence that has been presented to me, and to the school, that you have done this. As punishment, you 5 are to be hung by the neck till unconscious, then lowered, stripped, and placed into holding cells. Should the football team loose tonight, you 5 will be the main course at the loosing banquet. In the event the team wins, you will remain in the cages, to be hung by the neck before each game, and should the team loose at any game, you 5 will be the meat. I don’t know if there are more of you who have broken the rules, but if you have, you had better turn yourselves in now, because if I find out later, you will be hung till dead or thrown in the grinder. Understood girls?” Ms. Hernandez announced to the noosed girls, and then whole squad.
As the squad heard the sentence, a few girls shuttered, then stepped forward. Those girls admitting to breaking the rules were similarly striped and bound, then noosed. In all, 15 girls were noosed nude under the goal post, with 30 o
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