EXTRACT FOR
CHEERLEADERS IN PAIN
(Kim Hardwick)

For as long as he's been in charge of student discipline at Holy Rosary, Scott Stein has taken his job seriously.  Even after five years of daily bouts of evening chicken choking, the thrill of physically breaking down a young, probably virginal and certainly fertile young girl until she's nothing more than a whimpering, bawling mass of tits and clean shaven pussy still excites him.  And he realized, as an aside, that what excites him even more is the act of using his leather bullwhip on said female flesh.

The way the teenage girl's fleshy hips and buttocks quiver every time he strikes them with the bullwhip or cane or at times, the baseball bat, never fails to get him hard.  And on occasion, he has interrupted his beatings to shove his stiff cock into their open mouths and shoot his load deep into their throats.  And then he continues beating them.

Yes, as he looked at these three frightened, fertile girls, in their skimpy cheerleader outfits, he knew he was going to impregnate one and definitely pound the living shit out of all three.  He was going to turn them into good Catholic girls.

Taking a deep breath, he glared at the three shivering girls and realized that even he couldn't handle them at the same time; he needed help.  He reached into his jacket and removed his phone.

"Hey, listen, I'm down in the office; I need your help with a discipline problem.  Yeah, thanks.  See you in a bit."  He ended the call and placed the phone back into his jacket.

"Mr. Stein, what are you doing?  I think we rather have Mother Superior punish us.  This is creepy."  Vanessa always was the outspoken one.  He decided right then that he would heap barbaric and unspeakable pain and misery on her.  

"Just shut up and wait.  I have my back up coming; you whores need to be saved from Satan's grips."  He figured that kind of talk would confuse them enough to give his mentor time to arrive.  

He was full of self-confidence, he would never be confused for a metrosexual sissy boy, but he was also realistic enough to know he could not handle three hormonal, fertile, probable teenage virgins in tight, skimpy cheerleader outfits by himself.  Wasn't happening.

As he took off his jacket, continuing to glare at the increasingly anxious and fearful probable virgins, he gave birth to a frightful erection thinking about how delectable it would be to pierce Vanessa's nipples with his pocket knife and then pass a thin gauge chain through it and link it to the pierced nipples of the other two girls.  A circle jerk of teenage cheerleaders by their nipples.  That would be so hot; worth the dangers involved.

KNOCK KNOCK

The girls jumped and Heather even screamed.  Excellent, they are psychologically ready to be destroyed.  He smiled knowing how this would play out.  And it wouldn't be pretty.  

Walking to the door, he already knew who would be there.  He was excited to see the reaction of the girls, when they found out who their chief tormentor would be.

"Welcome!  I've been preparing them for the ordeal."

"Perfect.  I have had my eyes on these tramps for quite a while.  It's certainly time for someone to clip their wings and lead them on the straight and narrow path."

"MOTHER SUPERIOR?"  

The three yelled in unison.  The shock, fear and uncertainty of their immediate future were palpable in their unified cry.  Their innate 'gut' told them that her appearance did not bode well for them; not in the least.

"Mr. Stein!  What is the meaning of this?"  Mother Superior was angry.  Being brought up under the old, pre-modernized framework of the Roman Catholic Church, she eschewed the modern for the traditional.  For her, new did not mean better.

Stein, looking back at the cheerleaders like lambs about to be led to their slaughter, said, "The Mentor is due any minute; the disciplinary protocols are in place.  Would you care to witness the punishment, or perhaps, you will retire to your office and pray?"

The looks that they exchanged, combined with the cryptic dialog had the three girls quaking with fear.  Two of them, Heather and Vanessa, could feel the onset of their period, and were almost overwhelmed with their hormonal feelings.

In truth, Heather was biting her lower lips and secretly wishing that Mr. Stein would spank her.  This talk of punishment, combined with the dark lighting of the basement office and plain 'weirdness' of it all had her aroused.  Her panties were soaked.

"Very well, just make sure they experience the Roman Touch.  Come see me later when you are done."  Turning towards the girls, Mother Superior warned them, "And don't think that your parents won't find out about this!  I will stamp out this frivolous rebellion on your parts tonight!"