Death of a Cheerleader
It's Sunday night and Samantha is finishing her shift at JP's where she works part time as a waitress. Samantha just turned eighteen. Beautiful, long blonde hair, blue eyes, she has a lot going for her. A senior at Central High, Samantha is the top cheerleader and her boyfriend Josh, is the star quarterback. Samantha has the kind of body that makes all the other girls envious and all the guys wanting to fuck her. Tonight the owner wanted to leave early and asked Samantha to lock up. The restaurant is closed on Mondays and he wants to get a jump on the break. The kitchen staff already left and as usual the last few customers are taking their sweet ass time to finish up. Samantha starts shutting off some lights hoping that they'll get the hint that its time to leave.
She is running late and Josh has already arrived to pick her up. Joshes parents are away and Sam plans on spending the night at his place. She told her mother that she's staying with a girlfriend so they can finish up a class project. Samantha's parents divorced when she was fourteen. Her father is a fire branding Baptist Minister who cites scripture in every sentence and does not tolerate any dissent. Her strict up bringing no doubt contributed to her rebellion of the past few years. Everything she did from being a cheerleader to the way she dressed went against the very grain of her father.
"Josh, why don't you drive out to the back lot and wait for me there. I've got to get changed and I have. a little surprise for you" Samantha says with a wicked smile.
Josh already feels a tingle in his groin and heads to the back lot. The back lot is surrounded by a high fence and has a gate to the side of the building. The lot is used for overflow parking but rarely on Sundays. Josh sees the light go on in a back room and Samantha walk towards the window. Samantha lowers the window shade leaving a 4" gap at the bottom.
"That little tease, she is going to give me a show."
Josh goes to the window and peers in the opening. Samantha faces the window and slowly unbuttons her waitress uniform, revealing her sheer pink bra and panties. She smiles knowing that Josh is watching. Samantha removes her bra squeezing her tits together. She is blessed with large firm tits and large nipples. Samantha slips off her panties and lets them fall to the floor. Turning her back to the window she bends down to pick up her bag, holding the pose for several seconds making sure that Josh gets a good eye full. Josh salivates over her perfect ass, the small tuft of blonde pubic hair and her little puckered pussy lips. He feels as if his cock is going to burst through his pants.
Samantha takes a red bra and panties from her bag and puts them on. The bra and panties are a Spandex/nylon material making them very shiny and silky with an almost metallic appearance. Samantha puts on a jean jacket, unbuttoned to reveal her bra and a black leather micro mini skirt that was so short that the slightest bend flashes her briefs. She slowly bends to pick up her things. She getting excited knowing that the view of her red knickers from under her mini is driving Josh wild.
Josh unzips his pants and gently strokes his throbbing cock. He can't believe what the little tease is doing. As he strokes his cock he's being careful not to come.
"Man, I can't wait to fuck her." A twig snaps behind him. Josh quickly turns around, his cock still in his hand. "What the fuck!"
A man stands before him his face concealed by a hood. Josh realizes that the guy is carrying a sword only a split second before it swings. Josh had no time to react. The first slice cuts across his throat severing his vocal cords. Josh screams but only a bloody gurgling comes out. The second slice cut across his balls and severed his still erect penis. With brute force the sword is driven deep into Joshes stomach. There's a sucking sound as Josh is pulled forward onto the sword, forcing the blade out through his back. The killer slips back into the darkness leaving the crumpled body in a pool of expanding blood.
Samantha is unaware of what had just happened. She thinks that Josh is still peeping in the window. She turns playfully towards the window and lifts the hem of her little skirt. She slowly rubs the crotch of her damp panties with her fingers. As she plays with herself she sucks on her thumb and moved her head from side to side, trying to act like a naughty little girl.
"Hay Josh, your balls turning blue yet? You better not be jerking off. I'm coming right out."
Samantha grabs the rest of her things, turns off building lights and heads to the back lot. Several lampposts and a full moon keep the lot well lit. Samantha walks towards Joshes car. It's parked it under one of the lampposts. She is surprised to find the car empty
"Josh, where are you? Still jerking off?"
She glances around the lot and notices something on the ground outside the back window. "Josh, this isn't funny. Don't fucking scare me." Samantha nervously makes her way to the window.
"Josh, is that you? Stop k i dding around. You OK." Stepping on something squishy she kicks it into the light. "What is that? Is this some kind of sick joke? It looks like... Oh, my God" It's Joshes severed cock.
Samantha looks at the crumpled figure, her heart squeezes tight as she realizes that her boyfriend has just been butchered. Her mouth opens to scream but no sound comes out. She freezes momentarily as if in an icy grip. She starts shaking and without control she starts to pi$$ herself. The pi$$ squirting into her panties actually jolts her. She stops herself from urinating and leaves out a piercing scream. She screams as she runs towards the car. "Help Me! Help Me!" The restaurant is remote enough that no one hears her cries. She reaches the car just as the hooded figure rushes out from the shadows. Samantha jumps in the car and quickly locks the doors. She shakes violently, her heart pounds in her chest.
"Oh GOD! OH GOD! Where! Where are the fucking Keys?"
Suddenly, the passenger side window implodes. She knows her only chance is to run and bolts out the driver's door. Confused, she runs in the wrong direction, the 6ft wooden fence blocks her path. Samantha leaps onto the fence and tries frantically to climb it. She looks quite the site as she pulls herself up on the fence with her shiny red briefs glistening from underneath her leather mini. With both hands she grabs the top of one of the laths. She gets one foot up on the top of the fence. One last push and she'll be over the top. She pulls on the lath for leverage but it snaps under the pressure. Samantha comes down hard on her back with the wind knocked out of her. Samantha tries to get up but is grabbed by the hair and forced back down, kicking and screaming.
"Please no, oh god don't do this. Why! Why!"
Her bra is wrenched from her chest and wrapped around her neck. The assailant uses the bra to drag his struggling victim under a lamppost. Her shoes come off as she tries in vain to dig in her heels. Coughing and choking she tries desperately to scream. The bra is released and tossed aside. She lays there stunned trying to catch her breath when a thin rope in the form of a noose is placed over her head. The noose tightens around her neck as she is hoisted up onto her toes.
"No! No! Don't kill me. I didn't do anything. Oh God, please don't do this."
With her toes on the ground, Samantha grabs the rope to stop it from cutting into her neck. The hooded figure stands in front of her holding the rope taut with one hand. She sees eyes peering out from a hood but her vision is too blurred to make out the face.
"Please, please stop your choking me. I'll do any thing you want? Just release me and I, I, I'll let you do anything you want but please don't hurt me," she pleas and begs.
His free hand lifts the hem of her skirt and slides inside the front of her wet panties. A sharp nail cuts one of her pussy lips as he pushes two fingers into her cunt. Probing for virginity he finds none. Samantha squirms and struggles to stay balanced on her toes, her pleading reduced to sobs. Satisfied with his finding he removes his finger and uses both hands to hoist her up. She tries desperately to grab the rope as it cuts into her tender flesh, franticly kicking her legs back and forth trying to feel the disappearing ground. She sees him tie off the rope. She can't believe or understand why this is happening. She jerks and twitches until her arms start to drop slowly to her side.
Suddenly, Samantha's eyes opened wide as more adrenal shoots through her body. Her will to live is strong. She is not going to give up yet. Reaching above her head she grabs the rope. With tears flowing down her cheeks Samantha uses all her strength to slowly pull herself up. The noose loosens enough from her neck allowing her to fill her lungs. She holds the rope tight with one hand and reached higher with the other. It takes amazing strength but she pulls herself up. The noose loosens even more.
But Samantha is not allowed to escape. He wraps his arms around her thighs, springs his feet high off the ground and uses his full body weight to pull her down. Samantha is yanked down with such force that the rope cuts deep into her neck snapping it. Samantha's body gives a violent shutter, the remaining contents of her bladder is released into her briefs. She is silent now. The only sound is the creaking of the rope as she slowly swings. As her pi$$ seeps from her panties and runs down her thighs her killer slips back into the night.
II
Samantha's humiliation is not over yet. It's the next morning and two boys are on their way to school. Their passing the back lot when one of them bounces his ball over the fence. "Finders, keepers", says the other boy as they both scurry up and over the fence. As they both run for the ball their stopped in their tracks. In front of them hanging by the neck is a dead girl. Her breasts partially exposed by her open jean jacket. Red panties peeking out from her black leather mini skirt.
"Holy sh!t! Let's get the fuck outa here."
Both boys turn and dart back over the fence. They immediately run into three of their buddies.
"We, we, just found dead chick and, and she's half naked! She's hanging from a lamppost. We have to get help."
"No! Wait a minute. Show us where she is", demanded the other boys.
They argue for a few minutes about getting help, but decided that if she is already dead, it can wait. After all they all want to get a good look at her. Soon Samantha has five 12 and 13 year old boys looking over her dead body. They giggle nervously as they stand around her corpse.
"Wow, look at the way she's dressed, you can see her tits"
"She must be a hooker."
"Yah, she's sure dressed like a hooker."
"I've never seen anyone dead before. Her face is kinda blue."
"Yah, she looks like road kill." They all laugh.
"Hey, isn't that, that cheerleading chick from Central High. You know, the real sluty one, she was one stuck up cunt?"
They look at her closely, "Yup, that's her alright. Somebody really fucked her up good".
They all had fantasies about this particular cheerleader and here she is strung up in front of them. They study every detail, how the noose buried into her neck, the blood on her neck and jacket, her breasts, the surprised look on her face, the way her eyes bulged and tongue sticks out. Of course what they find even more intriguing is how she's dressed, in the black leather mini skirt and the shiny red briefs. Samantha is strung up high enough that her panties are at their eye level. Her thighs are separated slightly giving them a clear view of her crotch.
"She smells like she pi$$ed herself", says one of the boys as he pushes her body to make it swing.
"Don't do that," says another boy looking around nervously.
"She doesn't feel anything" and he gave her another push.
"No, don't touch her, we'll get into trouble."
"Bullsh!t, there's no one else around and she sure as hell not going to tell anyone."
Excited and nervous their hormones start firing on all cylinders. Watching her swing is starting to arouse them. They realized that they have a life size doll that theirs to explore. One of them takes a stick and pushes aside her jacket to get a better view of her breasts. Her jacket slips over her shoulders and falls to the ground.
"Oops, that looks better" he says as he pokes her tits with the stick,
"Look at the cunts nipples, they have to be an inch long."
Another boy picks up her red bra from the ground, "She got big tits alright. I think my sister would get lost in this thing". Another boy picks up the hem of her skirt to get a better look at her pantied covered ass.
"Let's take her skirt off. We can dress her back up later. No one will know."
He undoes the snap on her skirt and pulled down the zipper. Her skirt slips over her hips and falls to the ground. The k i d with the stick starts poking at her panties.
"I've never seen my sister were panties like these," he says running the point of the stick down the crack of her ass and pokes her pussy trough the fabric. "Feels like she has a tight cunt" still poking her. He dares one of the other boys to pull her pants down.
"I'm not touching her, you do it."
They all look at each other for a few moments, they have never seen a real girl's cunt before and even if she is dead, they all curious for a look.
One of them nervously touches the crotch of her panties with his finger. "Yuck, their fucking wet. The fucking cunt did pi$$ herself," he laughs. He starts to pull the crotch aside to expose her pussy.
"Just take the fucking things off." One of the other boys pushes him out of the way and tugs her panties down to her knees. An odder of pussy juice and pi$$ fill their nostrils. They all gawk at the small tuft of silky blond hair that covered her pubic mound and the slit of her pussy. One of the boys tries to spread her thighs further apart for an even closer look at her pussy.
"She's fucking stiff as a board. Quick someone grab her other leg and pull."
They are now in a frenzy of excitement. They manage to separate her thighs by several inches allowing them a bird's eye view of her cunt. One by one they closely examine and smell her cunt. They notice that one of her small pussy lips protrude and has a small cut on it while the other one is tucked slightly into her cunt. Finally, one of them puts his finger between her lips and pushes it into her cunt.
"Boy is she fucking tight."
By now they all want to touch her. They start pushing and shoving each other, acting like a pack of wild d0gs over a piece of meat. While one of them fingers her cunt someone else is groping her ass. Others reach up and fondling her breasts and nipples. As they claw and poked at her body one of them grabs her panties and pulls them off the rest of the way. He inhales the odor from the briefs and holds them up like a prize.
With all the excitement over the girl they don't even notice the crumpled corps next to the building. They all get into some trouble for destroying evidence and interfering with a crime scene. The police will conclude that the boys are guilty of misusing Samantha's corpse but given their age there is little they can do. Besides, they have a double murder to solve. They never will discover who is responsible for the brut@l murders of Samantha and Josh.
Over the years the boys will tell again and again their story of Samantha. How they found this half naked cheerleader strung up by a rope. They will recite in detail how the noose cut into her neck, the surprised look on her face, her bulging eyes and protruding tongue. They will tell how her big tits stuck out from her opened jean jacket. How the slut was dressed in a tiny leather skirt and shiny red panties. They will cover every detail right down to her pi$$ing herself.
Samantha is now a part of their lives. For every time they closed their eyes to jerk off, they will think of their favorite cheerleader.
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