The Selection – Cheerleader Sally Ch 2: a Frankel story
Introduction:
More nasty sex for poor Sally
Originally written by Frankel
I ran to the address I had been told was my new home in what was known as The Selection girls’ ghetto.
It covered two city blocks and was wall to wall high rise apartments with no doors or windows.
Like all the apartments I found mine was very basic. Just one couch and a double bed for furniture. There was no kitchen as we only ate government subscribed food delivered to us wherever we were, our location tracked by GPS at all times.
I was unlucky. My apartment was on the ground floor. Girls higher up were less likely to be raped as it was easier for men to just grab a girl on the lower levels.
My next appointment was still a while away so I lay down on my bed and rested, listening to the sound of at least ten different rape scenes being played out on the street and nearby apartments.
In this ghetto you were more likely to be raped by a guy not subscribing to your group than in any other place.
Of course at the time I didn’t know any of this. This was still my 18th birthday and I had only known sex even existed for a few hours. Why men did it was still a mystery as I had never had an orgasm myself and was yet to find out that men actually felt physical pleasure when I sucked their cock or they fucked me in one of my holes.
All I knew was that men were obsessed by it and that my years in The Selection seemed every bit as bad as the dreaded work farms.
“Perhaps it is easier once you are selected when you turn 21. When you enter a harem, whatever that is,” I thought.
When my next appointment drew close – the shower rape – I undressed and got into my shower. I washed myself with a beautifully fragrant soap and was glad of the hot water as it ran down my aching body.
I became lost in my thoughts and screamed in real fright as a hand suddenly clasped over my mouth and somebody swiped a card over the back of my head. My chip beeped twice so at least I knew this was my appointment and he was from Red Group.
He pushed me against the shower wall and pressed his body hard up against me, his hard cock pressing against my butt cheeks.
“Shut the fuck up bitch,” he yelled, his hand leaving my mouth and moving down to cup my breasts. “I am going to fuck you long and hard you little fucking cock tease.”
He used both hands to spread my butt cheeks and slowly forced his cock up into my arse, its wide girth driving up inside of me, splitting the walls of my anal cavity as it pushed deeper and deeper.
Slowly he pulled back out then suddenly thrust hard back in, pushing my whole body up the shower wall. He turned the shower head so water sprayed into my face and I had to close my eyes.
He pulled out again and this time thrust in so hard that I screamed in real pain as his cock lifted me off my feet and he pushed my face into the tiles.
He then picked up a slow rhythm, clearly savouring the whimpers of pain I made each time he lifted me off my feet with his hard thrusting cock.
He repeated this over and over again until the water ran cold, freezing my skin as it ran down my heaving body.
He turned the tap off, pulled out of my arse and forced me to my knees in front of him. I knew what he wanted me to do but this was meant to be a rape so he was going to have to force me and I was in no mood to make it easy for him.
He grabbed my head and shoved my face against his cock but I kept my mouth closed and made the biggest mistake of my life. I reached up and slapped his balls.
He doubled over in pain and I took my chance and ran out into the lounge forgetting my cheerleader uniform was still in the bathroom.
I was wet and naked in the lounge with nowhere to go.
“You’re dead bitch!” he screamed from the bathroom and came bounding out. He crashed me to the ground and pinned me down to the floor.
“No bitch does that and lives,” he said and forced all his fingers into my pussy. Slowly he pushed his entire fist inside me and then began to fuck me with his fist forcing it painfully inside me until it was wrist deep.
I screamed in pain, knowing I had crossed a line and in fear for my very life.
“I’m sorry!” I said desperately. “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your cock.”
He twisted his fist inside me then took it out and moved his cock over my face as I lay on the floor. This time I opened my mouth and he slammed it into the back of my throat. Desperate to please him, I flicked my tongue around his shaft as he fucked my mouth like a cunt.
He groaned and I realised the tongue flicking felt good and did it faster, twirling my tongue all around his hard cock. An unfamiliar wetness formed in my pussy and I found I had a sudden desire to feel this cock inside me.
He turned his body around, his cock still in my mouth, and drove his head between my legs. His balls now bounced in front of my eyes and I felt his tongue begin to lick my clit.
It was a sensation like nothing I had ever felt before and my pussy become saturated as I moaned with this delightful new sensation. His cock continued to pound my face but I found I was starting to enjoy it, a desperate desire for this hard cock in my mouth overwhelming me.
I found myself bucking my hips into his face as a great tension built up inside of me and suddenly burst in a massive orgasm that had me screaming with pleasure for the first time in my life.
“You filthy bitch, you can’t get enough cock can you?” he said.
I couldn’t speak with a dick in my mouth so simply moaned in agreement hoping he would take me in my pussy.
He took his cock out of my mouth and dragged me on to all fours. He moved behind me and I realised with horror that he was moving his cock not into my pussy but back into my arse. In an instant my desire for his cock became fear of it instead.
The now familiar pain of anal entry filled my brain and I curled my fingers on the floor as he began to thrust into me. My breasts rocked beneath me as he forced his cock in and out of my arse.
“No!” I screamed. “In my pussy! Please!”
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “First it slaps my balls and now it’s giving orders!”
He slapped my butt cheeks hard then took my hair in his hands and yanked my head back.
“No bitch tells me what the fuck to do,” he said. “One more fucking word and I’ll have you sent to the work farm.”
An image of the machine they attach women to at the work farm appeared in my mind and I bit my lip and took the pain as his cock extended fully into my arse and he pulled my hair so hard strands came out in his hand.
He began to groan and I sensed he was close to cumming and turned my head towards him and tried to smile at him, a last desperate attempt at making him forgive me for all the rules of female behaviour I had broken.
Something about my smile seemed to excite him.
“That’s more like it bitch, smile as I rip you open!”
He roared almost like an elephant and cum erupted into my arse. He gripped my hips to steady himself as wave after wave filled me. Finally he pulled out of me and I submissively bent down before him like a dog and started kissing and licking his feet deeply afraid he would report me to a work farm for my indiscretion.
They had shown us photos of the insane eyes of work farm women every day at school. Three days on the machine broke most women it was said.
“You scared bitch?!” he asked.
I was too scared to answer, worried whatever answer I gave would be wrong. In the end I did the only thing I could think to do and raised my head up and started to gently lick his balls.
“Now that is better,” he said.
His cock grew hard again as I took his sack in my mouth and sucked it, twirling my tongue around it in a way I knew he liked.
He pulled my head off him and guided his cock back into my mouth. I closed my eyes as his cock slid between my lips.
“Look at me bitch!” he said.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him as he developed a steady rhythm to his fucking of my mouth. I started to moan as if I was enjoying it but now I was simply hoping to please him.
He clamped my head between his hands, a look of intense concentration on his face as his cock thrust ever more rapidly into my throat. Cum still covered his cock and combined with the stink of my insides to be one of the most unpleasant tastes I had ever encountered but I did my best to smile at him around his cock.
Without warning, without him even flinching, he came in my mouth. This time the cum drained out slowly and settled as a creamy puddle on my tongue.
He took his cock out.
“Show me,” he said.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to show him his cum on my tongue.
“Swallow,” he said.
I swallowed.
“Stand up,” he said.
I stood.
“Jump,” he said.
I started to jump up and down on the spot. He grinned nastily as he watched my breasts bounce with every jump.
“Jump outside,” he said.
I jumped towards the door and then outside onto the pavement where a woman dressed as a nurse was being pack raped by three men. Without further instructions I kept jumping down the road.
“Stop!” he called out after me. He walked over to me and slapped my face hard so my head turned.
“Smile,” he said.
I smiled. He grabbed both my nipples with his fingers and twisted them painfully. I knew it was a trap, he was trying to make me stop smiling without permission but I managed to keep smiling as pain wracked my body. He slapped me again but I kept smiling as he slapped my head back and forth over and over again.
“You’ve got potential,” he said. “You’ve got spirit and the good sense to obey.”
He looked me up and down.
“And my God what a body as well. Where’d you learn that trick with your tongue?”
I stayed smiling, fearing a trap.
“I asked you a question bitch, you have to answer me.”
“I thought of it myself,” I said. I wanted to ask if it felt good but knew women weren’t allowed to ask questions. My life hung in the balance and it was not the time to take risks.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“18 today,” I said.
“Jesus,” he said. “Your first day in The Selection. You did well. Some girls make the mistake of hitting out on their first date and haven’t the brains to stop.”
He slapped me again.
“Hitting my balls was a mistake but you learnt your lesson. Keep it up and I might select you. Do you know what that means?”
“No, sir,” I said.
“It means you become my property. You do what I say when I say but for me and me alone. My cock is the only cock you touch and only when I say. But it also means I have to take care of you. I become your guardian and I must feed, clothe and protect you. No more rough stuff then. I make love to you, I don’t hurt you anymore. I have ten girls already and all of them have come to love me, even though I would brutally rape them when they were under selection. Kneel down.”
I knelt before him and opened my mouth.
“Good,” he said. “You know your place. Survive selection and your place will be as a Queen. These are the hard years but trust me if you survive them paradise awaits. Fail and it is hell. Trust me, I have visited a work farm. The machine never stops.”
He pushed his cock into my open mouth and I started sucking. I knew every word he had said was true. I wanted him to be my master. I knew deep down that through him there would be salvation. Other men I had met already might have killed me for what I had done but he had been fair.
I sucked his cock hard as it grew once more and smiled up at him, trying to show worship for him in my eyes.
He smiled back and came in my mouth.
“See you around bitch,” he said. “I’ve booked you a few more times already. Going to rape you at the beach tomorrow.”
He walked away leaving me kneeling naked in the street. I hurried back home, hoping none of the men watching me from the shadows were rapists from other groups.
When I made it back I checked my phone for appointments.
“Street abduction and side alley rape. 300 Smith Street Newtown 9 pm.”
I had just enough time to make it if I left now and wasn’t raped on the way.
I quickly dressed into my cheerleader costume and headed out the door. Another cheerleader from my team was being raped by at least ten men across the road. She was bound with ropes and being taken in all three holes at the same time. The chance that all those men were Red Group was very small. I was starting to believe there was little point in the group system as it was being broken all the time.
“Why don’t the men from Red Group complain?” I thought. “They pay for us and others take us for free. It doesn’t make sense.”
I started to run, trying hard to be quiet and hoping none of the men raping my fellow cheerleader would chase me.
I was lucky and they didn’t come after me. I made it across town a bit quicker than I had expected and was able to slow to a walk on Smith Street.
It was dark now and I was surprised how quiet it was. It was only 8.30 so in the end I was early.
I walked past 300 Smith Street a couple of times but no-one grabbed me so when it started to rain I headed into a nearby bar.
There were only two people in there, a barmaid and a man who was fucking her face. The guy looked at me and took the barmaid off his cock.
“You busy?” he asked.
“Getting raped at 9,” I said.
He bent the barmaid over and started fucking her from behind.
“Get the girl a scotch,” he said.
The barmaid poured a large amount of scotch into a tall glass and slid the drink over to me. I was impressed at how easily she did it while being fucked so hard.
“Drink it,” he said. “Your rapist will want you drunk.”
I had never tasted alcohol and drank it too quickly, coughing as it burnt my throat. I managed to drink it all and the effect it had on me was almost immediate. My head was spinning within minutes and I had to be reminded by the barmaid that I had an appointment to keep.
I staggered out of the bar and wound my way down the street to 300 Smith Street. This time there was a man standing there.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Fine,” I said.
“You look a little unsteady. How about I walk you home? Quite dangerous on the streets for a pretty girl.”
“Thank you,” I said knowing this must be my rapist. Only he would have said this.
“You live close?” he asked swiping his card against my head. It beeped twice.
“Sure,” I said playing my part. “Just around the corner.”
“Come on, then,” he said and took me by the arm and helped me as I tottered unsteadily along the street.
We turned into a dark side street. He gripped my arm tightly and I knew it was only a matter of time until he jumped me but I was now so tired and drunk I couldn’t feel scared. I simply wanted to get it over with. We passed an alley and he pushed me inside. I fell to the ground and he dragged me by my hair into the darkness.
I didn’t scream, simply let myself get dragged along until we reached the end of the alley way. He jumped on top of me, cobblestones digging painfully into my back as he forced my legs apart and penetrated my pussy with his small dick.
Having been fisted only a few hours before I could barely even feel this guy’s cock as he fucked me. The rain had cleared by now so I lay still and looked up at the stars in the sky and wondered to myself if there were other worlds around those stars.
“Are women treated like this there?” I thought. “Maybe on that planet it is the men who are slaves.”
I was brought back to this world when the guy bit my tit.
“Scream bitch! Do you like being raped or something? Why aren’t you screaming!”
“Because your cock is so pathetic,” I thought but knew it would have been death to say it.
Instead I said nothing. I wasn’t going to scream for him. It was the one bit of power I had left and I knew, even in my drunken state, that it was risky. He could get mad and get rough if I didn’t fear him but I was just too tired to care.
I simply looked up at the stars. He was getting frustrated and his cock became limp to the point where he couldn’t keep it in me.
He slapped me twice but I lay still.
“Fucking lazy bitch,” he said. “Worst cunt ever!”
He kicked me in the legs and walked off into the night.
I picked myself up and walked back into the street. I could see him across the road wanking as he watched me stagger up the road. As I reached Smith Street he ran up and grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees.
I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face but refused to wrap my lips around his tiny cock. He still couldn’t stay hard so he had to pull out and masturbate over my face.
“Look at me!” he yelled. I looked up at him and he cried out and came on my face, a surprisingly large load which covered my forehead and eyes.
“Keep it on your face slut,” he said. “You have been owned.”
“How pathetic,” I thought as he walked off. As soon as he was out of sight I cleaned the cum from my face and started for home.
My next appointment was at home at midnight.
“Sleep rape,” is all it said.
“Thank God,” I thought. “Won’t even have to open my eyes.”
