Cheerleader Sally's Brutal Initiation into The Selection's Dark World of Sex and Submission

The Selection - Cheerleader Sally Ch 2

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

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