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A Cheerleader's Story
by Maryanne (address withheld)

***

Tryouts for cheerleader become something more than just 
tryouts. (MF-teens, mc, oral, hypno)

***

This story is inspired by all those others I've read in 
which the computer or video geek gets the cheerleaders 
under his power. I often wondered what it might be like 
from the cheerleader's perspective. Yes, I was a 
cheerleader, but no, alas, this story is not true. At 
least if it is, I don't remember any of it. 

***

Most people probably have never heard of the University 
of Wisconsin, Green Bay Campus, but for those of us who 
went to school there, the memories are special. It's a 
nice school, just big enough to have all the fun stuff 
you appreciate in college, but small enough to feel 
like a second home.

Sports are a big deal at UWGB; when I went there, we 
had championship teams in basketball, hockey, and 
baseball. We even had a pretty good football team for 
three of my years. The band was also great, and it 
performed at most of the local games. And at that time, 
strange as it may seem, the school also had a world 
championship cheerleader squad. 

Cheerleader squad? World championship? That's right, 
there are championship competitions among college 
cheerleader teams, and UWGB's team, my team, scored 
first place in the world competition in St. Louis for 
seven years straight -- two years before I came, the 
four years I was there, and one year afterward. I know 
we were great, because I have the videos to prove it! 

I lived in a small town near Madison, and all the way 
through high school, I was a cheerleader. I loved it; 
it was my specialness, my identity, my claim to fame. I 
got on the high school squad as a sophomore, and grew 
up with it. When I cheered for my first football game, 
I was a kind of skinny, and the coach put me in the 
back row -- she probably never expected me to amount to 
anything. Well, like girls the world over, I magically 
changed and rounded out, and by my senior year, I was 
the captain of the squad. 

I took great pride in my looks, and my ability to dance 
and sing, and scream, and communicate enthusiasm and 
fun-lovingness to the audience. It was a blast! As my 
senior year progressed, I discovered I had no idea 
where I wanted to go to college, until my high school 
squad and I went to a cheerleading convention in 
Milwaukee. After one of my team's performances, during 
a break, one of the judges approached me and introduced 
herself. 

"You're Maryanne, from St. Bart's in Madison, right?" 
She was cute, blonde, a few years older than me. 
Pretty, and obviously a cheerleader herself. "I'm 
Kerri. I go to UW Green Bay." 

I had heard of it, but only barely. 

"You're really a great cheerleader," Kerri said, 
smiling broadly and warmly. You should consider coming 
to UWGB!" 

She was a senior that year, and was part of what I 
later found out was the first champion squad from Green 
Bay. I told her I was interested, and she promised to 
have the school send me some stuff. 

I was amazed to find myself recruited by UWGB, just the 
way that football jocks and math geniuses are! Kerri 
came to see me and my family at home. Later Ms. Waters, 
the cheerleading coach, came by. They offered me a 
small scholarship, much to my dad's delight. I never 
applied anywhere else. 

Auditions for the UWGB cheerleading squad were held the 
first Friday after classes began. It seemed that there 
were a million girls in the basketball arena that day, 
and they were all as cute, as sexy and bubbly as I was. 
Ms. Waters told the girls that there were 106 girls 
auditioning for 5 open positions, so we shouldn't be 
disappointed if we didn't get chosen. She also warned 
us freshmen, particularly, that it was very unusual for 
a first-year student to make the team. I was scared 
stiff. 

When it was my turn to perform, I was in a line of 
eleven other girls. I looked across the line while we 
were warming up, and was happy to see I didn't appear 
young in comparison to them, and I certainly was more 
dishy than most. I had hopes as I did the routine we 
had been taught, and of course, in spite of being 
nervous, remembered to smile! 

Ms. Waters phoned my dorm that evening -- in spite of 
her warnings, she had chosen me for the squad! I 
screamed and jumped and laughed, right over the phone -
- what else would you expect a cheerleader to do? Ms. 
Waters laughed as well, and asked me to come to a team 
session the next morning. I was on cloud nine! 

Sixteen girls, including yours truly, showed up at the 
Phys Ed building the next morning -- a morning I will 
never forget as long as I live! We chatted for a couple 
minutes, then sat down in desks as Ms. Waters came in, 
accompanied by a guy, of some college age. He was 
pushing a cart with a video player and a monitor. 

"Well, girls, welcome back for another year," Ms. 
Waters began. "I know it's going to be a great one, 
because we've got our two-year championship run on the 
line! Are we going to get a third one this year?" 
"YES," we all screamed. 

"You bet we will! We have five new girls to introduce. 
Some of you veterans were at the auditions yesterday, 
and I'm sure you'll agree they were brutal! The 
winners, UWGB's new cheerleaders, are seniors Susan and 
Marsha, junior Billie, sophomore Carly, and -- believe 
it or not! -- our new baby, freshman Maryanne!" The 
girls gave us all a big cheer, "Welcome, friends, 
welcome, Susan, welcome Marsha, welcome, Billie, 
welcome Carly, welcome Maryanne, welcome all!" I was so 
proud! 

"OK, well, now it's time for our first focusing 
session. Dance practices are scheduled for later today, 
and you new girls will get your costume fitting as part 
of the focus session." 

I thought, what's a focus session? 

She smiled, perhaps seeing some perplexity on our 
faces. "Don't worry, it'll all be clear in a little 
while. We can't tell you everything at once! Just relax 
and let things happen this morning, and you'll be just 
fine." She sat down in an empty desk, in the front row 
next to me. "OK, Jimmy," she said to the video guy, "I 
guess we're ready." 

Jimmy's voice was soft, yet strong and sensual. He had 
long brown hair, tied in a pony tail in the back, and 
brown eyes. "Right, this one is the review we do every 
fall, 'cause y'all have been away all summer and may 
have lost some of the conditioning. You ready to get 
back in the swing?" 

The girls all smiled and nodded. "Great. Now you new 
girls, this is a focus video. It helps you focus your 
mental and physical forces together, and we think it's 
our secret weapon in your winning the cheerleading 
championship two years in a row. Besides, it's real 
cool, right girls?" The eleven girls who had been 
cheerleaders last year, along with Ms. Waters, smiled 
sweetly and serenely. "Just relax and look at the 
screen, and listen to the music and the voices." 

He pushed the "play" button. After a second, a deep 
purple background appeared on the monitor screen. 
Several seconds passed, and eventually I noticed that 
there was a sort of musical ringing sound. More time 
passed, and then the number "10" appeared on the 
screen. When this happened, I heard many of the girls 
in the room sigh heavily, and breathe deeply. 

The sound changed in pitch, becoming lower, and more 
melodious. The background changed to a soft lavender, 
and the number "9" appeared. The girls sighed again. 
The screen faded to pink, and the music became even 
more rich and deep, and the number "8" appeared. I 
thought I also heard a male voice whisper, "eight". The 
effect was very nice; the colors on the screen were 
very pleasant to the eye, and the changes that the 
sound, or music, or whatever it was, went through made 
me feel warm and relaxed. In passing, I thought that 
this was the nicest countdown thing I had ever seen on 
a video. 

As the number "7" appeared, the voice whispered, 
"Seven," and I found myself feeling very relaxed. 

I felt the tension draining from my shoulders and my 
back as the countdown proceeded. It was real easy to 
just sit there and let the sound and the pictures kind 
of take over my whole mind. The numbers passed and I 
just let them go. At "4," motion to my right attracted 
my attention. 

I tore my eyes away from the screen and discovered that 
Ms. Waters head was dropping forward. Vaguely 
surprised, I turned to survey the rest of the group, 
and found them all in varying stages of deep 
relaxation. The returning girls, particularly, looked 
mostly like they had dozed off to sleep. Some had 
nodded forward, others had slumped in their chairs. The 
other four new girls were staring emptily and dreamily 
at the screen. 

"Three," the voice said. My gaze returned to the 
screen, which was now a beautiful deep shade of green. 
The sound became a deep, dark vibration that I could 
feel warming me all over. More sensuous, relaxing 
feelings swept through me and over me. I leaned back in 
the desk chair, staring at the monitor, happily. I was 
a college cheerleader, I was beautiful, sexy, and 
relaxed, and everything was fine. 

The number "2" faded onto the screen, and the voice, in 
normal conversational tone, deep and melodious, said, 
"two". My mind and body were softly relaxed and limp. 

As "1" came onto the screen and disappeared, I stopped 
thinking about anything. 

The screen was a deep, deep blue, fading to black. 
"One," the voice said. 

The screen was now completely black, it felt that I was 
in a totally dark room. 

My eyes were locked onto the monitor screen, and my 
body felt totally paralyzed. 

The number "0" faded into my mind, and then 
disappeared. I didn't care. 

Everything was soft and fine and relaxed. 

"Zero," the voice said. Behind me, for just a moment, I 
heard one of the girls snoring lightly. 

The voice on the tape became pleasantly factual. "Focus 
video number fourteen, simultaneous introduction and 
refresher. Some of you have been focus conditioned many 
times before, and are looking forward to many more 
times, and others of you are doing this for the first 
time. Either way, you are in for a most pleasant and 
sensuous experience. If you've been conditioned before, 
you know you are on your way into a deep, warm sleep 
now. Don't worry if you don't think it's working; it 
is, you just don't realize it yet. Relax and surrender, 
stop thinking and let yourself go. Many of the other 
girls are already sound asleep. You'll be under too 
before you know it." 

A small dark gray spot appeared on the monitor. "Those 
of you who have never been focus conditioned before are 
still awake and conscious, but are very, very relaxed. 
You feel happy and calm. Look at the spot on the 
screen, and let your entire mind be consumed by its 
shape, and its soft gray color. In just a few more 
minutes, this video will put you into a beautiful, 
relaxing sleep. You are already in a soft, gentle 
trance. The colors, the sounds and the voices of the 
countdown you just experienced were carefully selected 
to irresistibly entrance you. You are totally fixated 
on the screen, and the soft gray spot, and you love 
sitting there completely relaxed and having your mind 
completely blank." 

I could hardly form a thought, but I hoped I was doing 
this right, because I wanted to be the best UWGB 
cheerleader ever! 

The gray spot on the screen began to get brighter, and 
was pulsating gently, in time with my heartbeat. 

"Now the spot on the screen is taking over your whole 
mind and body, and sending wave after soft wave of 
relaxation through you. You were very relaxed before, 
but now, with each beat of the spot, you feel your body 
losing tension, losing energy, losing strength. You are 
becoming incredibly and completely relaxed, very calm. 
Your arms and hands are completely relaxed. Your 
shoulders and neck are completely relaxed. Your back 
and fanny are completely relaxed. Your legs and feet 
are completely relaxed." 

The spot started to fade, and get smaller. 

"Now you feel yourself becoming sleepy. You are tired, 
and relaxed, and happy, and you are drifting gently 
into sleep. Your eyelids feel like they want to close, 
and you are not up to the effort of keeping them open. 
You are sleepy, relaxed, and your eyes are closing. You 
can't keep them open any more, and you don't want to 
keep them open any more, because you want very much to 
go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep." 

My eyes had closed some time in there somewhere. I 
didn't notice exactly when. "I am now going to put you 
completely to sleep. I'm going to count down again from 
ten to zero, and each time I count, you will go deeper 
and deeper into sleep. Ten. You are happy and content. 
Nine. Your body is completely relaxed. Eight. You are 
soft, and relaxed, and sleepy. Seven. Every part of 
your body is relaxed. Six. Your mind is empty. Five. 
You are in a warm, wonderful sleep." I was slouched 
back in the desk chair, and my head was tilted back 
against the seat rest, my eyes gently closed. My arms 
lay on the desk, my legs out in front of me. I was 
sound asleep. 

"Four. You are going deeper, deeper, deeper to sleep. 
Three. You are so very happy that it's working so well, 
putting you so thoroughly to sleep. Two. Your mind is 
empty except for my voice. One. You are in a deep, soft 
sleep. Zero. You are completely asleep." 

For some time, nothing else happened. I was happy, and 
soft, and content. 

Distantly, I heard Jimmy turn the tape machine off. 
"Excellent, girls, excellent," Jimmy said. His voice 
was just like the tape's, but nicer in person. "Susan, 
Billie, Marsha, Carly and Maryanne, you five are very 
happy, and very proud of yourselves for being put to 
sleep so completely and so quickly. The others have 
been conditioned like this dozens of times, but you in 
your first time have done very, very well. You are all 
in a deep, soft, hypnotic trance, and you will stay 
there until I tell you to wake up. This video has 
hypnotized you, and you know you will willingly and 
eagerly be hypnotized whenever you watch it." 

I heard him move the video cart to the corner of the 
room. I was perfectly content to sit slumped in my desk 
chair, happily asleep. "All of you girls know how 
easily hypnotized you are, and how completely powerless 
you are to resist. You are so easily hypnotized that 
from now on, you need only watch the countdown leader I 
showed you a few moments ago, and you will immediately 
go into as deep a trance as you are now. 

"Jackie, you are so well conditioned, you were 
completely asleep by the time the countdown reached 
zero. Julie, you were too. From now on, all of you will 
go to sleep just like this whenever you see the 
countdown video. Now, girls, those of you who've been 
conditioned before, sit up straight and open your 
eyes." 

There was a moment of bodies moving within furniture, 
and then quiet again. "Great. You new girls, in just a 
moment, I'm going to tell you to open your eyes, and 
when you obey me, you'll still be as wonderfully asleep 
as you are now. I know you can do that. Now open your 
eyes." My eyes opened. I found myself staring vacantly 
at him. I could also see Carly to my left, her eyes 
also open and gazing at Jimmy, and to my right, Ms. 
Waters, also with her eyes open but obviously utterly 
hypnotized. 

"Now, new girls, the others have been conditioned over 
the past years to do some things which you want very 
much to learn. We are going to do them together, with 
you doing them with the other girls. You'll see the 
older girls do them and you'll want immediately to do 
them too. OK, girls, present." 

My gaze was closest to Ms. Waters, and as Jimmy gave 
the command, "present," her hands came up and began 
unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn't move, but I saw one 
of the older girls sitting beyond her, and she was 
serenely pulling her sweater over her head. 

"New girls, you are still in a soft, deep hypnotic 
trance, but go ahead and look around the room. You'll 
see what all the girls want to do when I say 
'present'". I turned slowly and languidly toward the 
back of the room. All of the returning girls were 
taking off their tops. In slow motion, I turned the 
other way. Carly was watching Ms. Waters. The girl 
behind Carly was just dropping her blouse on the floor, 
and as I watched, she reached behind for her bra snaps. 

The senior girl in the next row back was not wearing a 
bra, and as her sweater went over her head, her naked 
breasts tumbled out. My attention returned to Carly; 
her hands came up and pulled her tee shirt over her 
head. Turning back toward Ms. Waters, I saw that she 
and most of the girls in the room had their bras off 
now; the floor was becoming littered with shirts, 
sweaters and bras. Then I noticed vaguely that I was 
unbuttoning my own blouse. My hands seemed to operate 
on their own. 

I watched them finish with the buttons, pull the sleeve 
over my left hand, pull my left arm out of the shirt, 
then pull the shirt over my right arm, and drop it on 
the floor. My hands moved between my breasts, grasped 
the plastic snaps on my bra, and unfastened it. One 
more movement, sort of a shrug, and it too was on the 
floor. 

I turned back and stared contentedly at Jimmy. His gaze 
spent a long while on my chest. 

"Whoa, Maryanne!" he exclaimed, eyes still down. "Kerri 
told me you were the best-qualified candidate we had 
this year, and she was certainly right!" Jimmy came 
over and squatted between me and Ms. Waters. His hands 
came up and cupped her breasts, fondling and kneading 
them, lifting them, rubbing the nipples. Ms. Waters 
smiled contentedly. 

He took out a tape measure, and Ms. Waters stood up by 
her desk. Jimmy stood up also, and proceeded to take 
her measurements -- across the nipples, underneath her 
breasts, in the small of her waist, and around her 
hips. He wrote the numbers down on a yellow pad. "Hmm, 
Ms. Waters, you feel very proud of yourself. You've 
lost a half inch in the waist, and your boobs are still 
37." She smiled even more warmly. I noticed her nipples 
were swollen and erect. 

He moved around the room and gave each girl a very 
complete fondling, then taking her measurements and 
writing them down. He complimented many of them about 
their figures. The girls seemed to really, really enjoy 
his attentions to them and being felt up by him, and I 
found myself looking forward to him getting around to 
me. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he made his way 
through the other girls. 

As he felt Carly's breasts, she gazed dreamily and 
happily into his eyes. He whispered something into the 
ears of each of the new girls, and as he did so, each 
of them closed her eyes, sat down, and smiled happily. 
He saved me for last. As he turned from Carly to me, I 
thrust my chest toward him in anticipation; his first 
touch was to heft the weight of my breasts from below. 

His hands then closed, trying to cover my entire 
breasts, taking their entire mass and substance in his 
grasp. "Magnificent," he whispered into my ear, "you 
really love your boobs, Maryanne. Your boobs are 
sensational, spectacular. You are going to make a great 
cheerleader, and you're so happy that you're going to 
have four whole years of this! Close your eyes and just 
enjoy my fondling your tits, Maryanne." 

My eyes closed, and my whole being focused on my 
nipples and the skin of my breasts. His hands, palms 
open, rubbed across my nipples and the lower part of 
his hands stroked the undersides; it felt wonderful. 
"You're wetting yourself, Maryanne," he whispered. "Let 
your mind drift down to focus between your legs, and 
you'll realize you're becoming warm and wet." I smiled, 
just like the others had, eyes still gently but firmly 
closed. Inside my shorts, inside my panties, I was 
doing exactly what he was telling me to do. 

Jimmy returned to the front of the room and put down 
his pad. "Well, Ms. Waters, it's the first meeting of 
the year; what do you want to do now?" Ms. Waters voice 
was softer than usual, and a little slower. "I want to 
give you a blow job," she said. 

Jimmy sat on the table at the front of the room, facing 
us. "New girls, it's a tradition here that Ms. Waters 
always sucks my penis at the first focus conditioning 
each year. How many years has it been, Ms. Waters?" 
"Five, this year." 

"Very well, come up here and complete." 

Ms. Waters got up and walked, languidly, up to the 
table. As she did so, she unzipped her skirt on the 
side, and let it fall to the floor. The white silk slip 
went in the next step. When she arrived just in front 
of Jimmy, she reached down and pulled off her shoes, 
stockings and finally her panties. As she straightened 
up again, he reached out and grasped her boobs. "So, do 
you love being hypnotized like this, Ms. Waters?" 

"Yes, Jimmy." 

"Do you want to give me a blow job now?" 

"Yes, Jimmy." 

He leaned back on the table, removing his hands from 
her boobs and supporting his weight from behind. "OK, 
go ahead." 

Ms. Waters bent down and unfastened his belt, then the 
snap on his jeans. Jimmy raised himself up on the 
table, and she pulled his jeans and underpants down to 
his ankles. For a moment, she knelt down and busied 
herself removing his sandals, then pulling his pants 
and underwear completely off. I was fixated on his 
cock. It was stiff and huge, sticking straight up in 
the air as he reclined on the table. I couldn't take my 
eyes off it. I wanted it. I really wanted it. 

My high school boyfriend had fucked me once the prior 
spring, and I had thought I wanted that, but this -- 
this, I really wanted! Ms. Waters came up and bent over 
him, and began licking the underside of his penis like 
a lollipop. It jerked and trembled as she touched it 
with her tongue, and although it seemed impossible, it 
appeared to get even bigger. She kissed the head a few 
times, rubbed her lips across it, and then slowly and 
rhythmically, took first the head, then the shaft into 
her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked 
and massaged his cock with her lips and tongue. 

I happened to glance away from his mid-section, and saw 
that while Ms. Waters was sucking his cock, he was 
looking straight at my breasts. Suddenly, got off the 
table and stood up. His penis stuck out in front of 
him, throbbing, as Ms. Waters got to her knees and 
resumed her duty. After a few more moments, he pulled 
his penis out of her mouth. "Ms. Waters," he said, 
somewhat urgently, "pose. The rest of you, complete." 
Ms. Waters, kneeling naked on the floor in front of 
him, simply stopped moving, licking her lips once, and 
waited. He reached down and guided her to her feet, 
then turned her around to face the table. 

She pliantly let him place her wherever he wanted. He 
bent her over to grasp the table leg about half way up, 
with her butt facing him, then reached down and spread 
her legs wide apart. Meanwhile, the older girls were 
"completing," taking off the rest of their clothes. 
This time, Carly also obeyed immediately; she was one 
of the first to get her panties off. I think I was the 
third or fourth. Jimmy waited until the rest of us were 
naked, then he pressed himself up against Ms. Waters' 
fanny, and from my angle I could actually see his cock 
make contact with her labia. In a single thrust, he was 
in her. He fucked her for only a few moments, then 
demanded, "Ms. Waters, come!" 

Ms. Waters screamed; he thrust a couple times more and 
told her to come again. She squealed with delight, and 
he pulled out of her. "Dress and sleep," he said to 
her. 

He strode quickly to the back of the room, his penis 
still red and rigid, and told Julie to pose. He backed 
her up against the wall, spread her legs and humped 
her, told her to come, then to dress and sleep. An 
asian girl whose name I didn't know, pretty, but with 
small boobs, was next. He lay down on the carpet floor, 
his penis sticking up, and had her impale herself on 
him. She mounted him and rode for a few minutes, then 
also came. As Jimmy left each girl, as her ecstasy wore 
off, she returned to her desk, put her clothes on, and 
went to sleep. 

Eventually, all the girls were sound asleep except for 
Carly, whom Jimmy screwed briefly face-to-face on the 
floor, and me. He finished with Carly and ordered me 
pose; I felt my body go limp, but not collapse. He 
moved me to the table in the front of the room, placed 
my butt on it, and I sat. Spreading my legs, he reached 
up and cupped my boobs in his hands. As he came closer, 
I felt the tip of his cock touch the inside of my left 
thigh, then rub its way toward my vagina, and finally, 
with seemingly no effort at all, enter me. He fucked me 
with his penis, his hands and his power over me. 

He made me gasp with amazement and thrill at every 
thrust, every twist of his palms against my nipples. He 
told me to come five times, and each time I knew I was 
going to do it, couldn't believe he could make me do 
it, and then, as he said the word, my vagina and 
clitoris exploded again and again. I think he spent 
about fifteen minutes in me, and at last, after 
screwing Ms. Waters and the fifteen other girls 
briefly, he bent back and looked at my boobs, still 
with his hard cock inside me, and thrust a few more 
times, then went off inside me and filled me with his 
fire. 

He told me to come again, and of course, I did. He held 
me for a few moments, as I felt his cock soften inside 
me, and his juices running out of me onto the table, 
and he whispered, "dress and sleep." Dreamily, I heard 
Jimmy put a tape in the video player. I was sound 
asleep, feeling happy and content at the relaxation and 
mental strength created by the focus conditioning 
video. I felt fantastic, sitting limp, eyes closed. 

"Now it's time for you to wake up and complete your 
cheerleader practice," the video said. "You can 
remember what went on while you were asleep, but it 
will seem very normal and straightforward to you, and 
you will feel wonderful and want to be put to sleep 
again very soon. You won't be interested, or able, to 
talk about it with anyone else. You will feel very 
refreshed and relaxed when you wake up. On the count of 
five, you'll be completely awake, powerful, feminine 
and alive. One. Two. Three. Four. Five." 

My eyes popped open. I stretched. Standing up, I 
realized the front of my panties were very wet. 
Embarrassed, I exchanged a look with Ms. Waters, then 
with Carly. Ms. Waters smiled. "Well, girls, what did 
you think of the focus video?" 

"Fantastic," Carly said. 

"Yeah, terrific," I answered. "Can we do this at every 
practice?" 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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