Cheerleader Raped and Humiliated for Her Big Tits - Sex Stories

Cheerleader Raped and Humiliated for Her Big Tits

... attention. She was wearing a skin-tight khaki dress that barely reached her knees. It had a row of metal snap buttons that ran from the collar to the hem, and a belt that pulled it snug around her waist. It was so tight that it showed every curve of her body. And the boots she had on made her legs look their sexiest.

Suddenly one of the cars roared to life, and Linda jerked around to see what was happening. The kids laughed when they saw her jump, and Linda blushed a dark shade of red. When she turned back around, though, she screamed.

"Yahoo!" Two guys were riding on the motorcycle that roared across the parking lot toward her. The one in back had something in his hands that Linda couldn't quite make out.

"What was that you said about simple-minded shit-kickers, you big-titted city slut?" Linda froze under the harsh glare of the motorcycle's headlight, wanting to run but not sure which way to go. An instant later the cycle was roaring by her and it was too late. She had a second to see that the guy on the back was holding a lasso before he tossed it over her head. After that it was too late to run, too late to fight, too late to even scream. The rope pulled painfully tight around her arms and chest, and then it yanked her off her feet.

Linda hit the ground so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her shoulder bag with her cheerleading outfit was trapped against her body by the rope, but her fingers slipped off the strap as she was pounded into the concrete. She ...

... had a hazy image of the motorcycle wobbling back and forth, and she hoped it would fall over. The guy in front must have been a good rider though, because he straightened back out and then put on a burst of speed. A spilt second later Linda felt a second jerk, and then she started sliding across the parking lot.

"Whoopee, get along little doggie!" someone yelled. Linda wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't even draw enough breath to whimper. Pain ripped through the cheerleader's body as she was dragged across the rough concrete at the end of the lasso. The rope twisted as it pulled her, dragging her first face-down and then face-up across the parking lot. By the time the motorcycle squealed to a stop in the middle of the bunched cars, Linda had been battered almost unconscious.

"Turn her over!" a boy growled, and someone else stepped in to kick Linda over onto her back.

"Shit!" a girl grumbled. "Look at that slut's tits!"

"What else could you look at?" a boy replied. Linda Blame was a pretty girl. She had soft brown hair that tumbled to her shoulders and wide brown eyes that always seemed to twinkle. Her face was a perfect round-cheeked, schoolgirl oval. But right now the crowd of kids who were staring down at her hardly even noticed her face.

Linda had delicate ankles, perfectly turned calves and full, meaty thighs. Her hips were wide, and she had a big, lush ass. But her waist was small, a sharp curve that made her hips and ass seem even fuller. Boys and ...