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Ambushed
by Peg Thebois
It had been a month since Clarissa Marshall had grabbed my wrist as I
was walking down the hallway between classes but today was the day. I
hadn't even seen her and a group of her friends were just hanging out in
front of some of the lockers as I was walking right by them. When I
felt a hand grab me out of nowhere I immediately cringed, thinking it
was one of the big jocks stopping me long enough to take a swing at me.
After a moment without a bludgeoning fist I glanced over to see the
steely grip on my arm was not a big brute but the head cheerleader.
She held her hand in front of herself with four fingers extended, "Four
weeks," was all she said. She then let go of my arm and with both hands
shoved me in the back forcing me back into the flow of the other
students. I glanced back to see if she would offer some explanation but
instead she just made a shooing motion with a sneer on her face.
Clarissa was the very typical cheerleader, thin, with long legs, and
moderately sized perky breasts, her shiny blonde hair came down past her
shoulders. She also had the sort of attitude one assumes a head
cheerleader will have, chipper and perky but also superior and catty.
If you weren't fortunate enough to be part of her social circle, which
was confined to the cheerleaders and the jocks, she had nothing but
demeaning comments for you.
Every Friday I had computing sciences immediately before lunch and it
was the walk from that class to my locker that took me past the same
place, and there she was again. Her eyes picked me out of the crowd and
then she held up three fingers the next week, followed by two fingers,
last week it had been one and I saw her mouth, "next week". Whatever
she had planned was going to happen today, and given that I was a
scrawny nerd and so far outside her social circle it was not likely to
be pleasant.
I thought about trying to take another route to get to my locker but
there wasn't another way without going outside the school and circling
around to another door. Instead I just tried to blend into the crowd
and hugged the wall farthest from where she stood. My heart was
pounding as I tried to get past her, I tried to keep my head down and
avoid her notice but glanced out of the corner of my eyes watching to
see her standing there with the rest of the cheerleaders. Only they
weren't there! I stopped short upon realising that the girls weren't
where they had been every Friday lunch hour for the last week. As I
looked around for them I felt the person behind me shove me in the back.
"Keep moving dorkus." I froze, I knew that voice it was Danica,
Clarissa's best friend and fellow cheerleader. She was just like
Clarissa except with a temper to match her fiery red hair. I slumped my
shoulders, as I walked forward, maybe there would be an opening between
some other students and I could make a run for it, I still didn't know
where Clarissa was though, or any of the other girls. I wasn't paying
attention to the wall to my left so when Danica suddenly whistled I was
completely taken by surprise as the door I had been walking past opened
and two pairs of arms reached out and grabbed me. Between them pulling
and Danica pushing me I was out of the hallway almost instantly. I
heard a couple exclamations of surprise from the other side of the door
as Danica pushed it closed behind us and started jamming those wooden
wedges that usually held doors open underneath the door to hold it
closed.
Looking around as I was pulled into the room I now knew where Clarissa
was, along with four more of their girls and where I was. The door I
had been walking by was the back door into the girl's locker room, the
other door opening into the gymnasium. I was being easily carried into
the center of the room Clarissa had my left arm in one hand and left leg
in the other and Jennifer had the other side. Just as it was occurring
to me how much trouble I was in another girl came up slapped some duct
tape across my lips. I guess I wouldn't be able to even call for help.
The girls put me down on the floor as the brunette with the duct tape, I
didn't remember her name, started to tape one of my arms to the legs of
a bench that was bolted to the concrete floor. Once both arms were
secured this was Clarissa and Jennifer finally released my arms.
Clarissa sat down on my chest and grabbed my face. "I told you it would
be today. But I didn't tell you what would be happening today. To be
honest I wasn't even sure myself when I started, but I've had a month to
figure out exactly how we want to have fun with you."
While she was lording over me Melanie and the duct tape girl went to my
legs and although I couldn't really see what they were doing it soon
became obvious as I felt them tugging my jeans and ginch off. I tried
to struggle, to keep them from exposing me but between my arms secured
to the bench and Clarissa straddling my chest it wasn't very effective.
someone handed Clarissa some heavy duty fabric scissors and she quickly
did away with my t-shirt. Then duct tape girl handed her my jeans and
with a bit of effort the fabric shears soon had those cut in half as
well, followed by my tighty whities, and then she took my shoes and cut
right down the laces continuing to the toe and slitting it down the back
too. Here I was tied down in the girls locker room and every piece of
clothing I had on me was now cut in half.
Clarissa climbed off of me and all the girls gathered around me except
for Danica who was standing next to the bank of gym lockers right across
from me. "Hey Clarissa," Jennifer smiled toying with her own blonde
hair, "are we just going to leave this loser here for the next class to
find?" She wasn't a very good actress, clearly she already knew the
answer.
"Well I don't know, what do you think dork, Would you like for us to
just leave you here for the next class to find?" I had to shake my head
no, even if I was let go I could maybe try to hide somewhere after
school closed I could sneak to my locker where I kept my sweat pants for
gym class. "Well then if we are going to let him go I think we should
give him something to wear, hey Danica, why don't you show him what we
got for him?"
Danica opened up the locker directly across from me and if it wasn't for
the duct tape I think I might have gotten sick. Hanging there was a
cheerleader uniform. Not even the same one they wore either whereas our
school colours were blue and black, this was in white and pink, but it
was the same sort of tiny pleated skirt and sleeveless top.
"I think that looks adorable," Melanie giggled. "But what about his
feet?"
"Oh that's right," Clarissa mock pouted, "I got carried away and cut up
his shoes didn't I? Well good thing we got him a replacement pair of
shoes."
Danica reached in behind the cheerleader outfit and pulled out a hot
pink pair of high heeled shoes, and I mean crazy high heels. "I'll bet
even if his little dick got hard it wouldn't be at long as these heels."
That wasn't how I would put it and I would have argued her assertion if
I'd been able to speak.
"Those are ridiculous, no real cheerleader would ever wear heels with
her uniform."
"Maybe not Erika, but he won't really be a cheerleader, we're just going
to dress him in the uniform." Erika! That was the name of the girl
with the duct tape. Clarissa turned her back to me and raised the hem
of her own skirt showing off the tight lycra shorts she was wearing.
"See these loser?" I did my best to make an affirmative sound. "These
are called spankies, real cheerleaders wear them over our panties so we
aren't flashing cotton when we jump or flip. But you aren't a real
cheerleader so you can just wear your panties."
Danica already had the panties in her hand and was coming toward me now.
If ever there was a time to start struggling it was now, The panties
were horrendous, hot pink and just row after row of lace ruffles, and
despite my struggles they were soon tugged up around my waist. They
then pulled out a lacy bra in the same colour which with two girls
lifting me off the floor they managed to get fastened around me, it
seemed to be the type with removable straps because they were then able
to attach those without untying my arms.
The cups of the bra were enormous but that seemed to be intentional as
the girls came at me from both sides stuffing rolled up cloth into the
cups until they were bulging. I wanted to cry, this was a nightmare,
they were going to dress me up in that cheerleader outfit with these
enormous porn-star tits and those stripper heels. I wanted to but I had
to stop myself, even with what they were doing to me I wouldn't let them
see me cry.
Once they had stuffed the bra it came time for the shoes. Jennifer even
produced a tube of superglue which she applied to the straps after they
were cinched up tight, "We wouldn't want them slipping and falling off
now would we?"
Clarissa stood over me, looking down with her usual arrogant smirk, "I
think we can undo his arms now. If he tried to run away like this it
might be even better than if we get him all the way into his cheerleader
outfit." I was thinking she was right, the panties bra and heels alone
would be far worse, at least the skirt would cover my ruffled butt. I
should have said yes to being left naked for the next class to find, it
would have been less humiliating than all of this.
The girls set free my arms and I was pulled to my feet. Jennifer was
immediately behind me applying the superglue to the back fastening of
the bra, "Some of the boys here are pretty good at getting bras off
pretty girls and some others are so desperate they might even try for a
bra from a sissy freak."
With the top and the skirt I thought that would be the end of it but I
was shoved down on the bench and realised my mistake when all the girls
started pulling make-up out of their purses. Just great, I guess I
wasn't a cheerleader without make-up.
That took the longest, all the girls with their various brushes
attacking my face and my eyes, and finally after peeling off the tape
covering my mouth they came at me with lipstick. As they finished up my
lipstick the class bell rang. They had spent the entire lunch dressing
me up in all this junk.
"One last thing and then we can let him go." Danica pulled a long curly
wig out of the locker, streaked blonde and light brown with a big pink
bow tied in it. As Clarissa and Erika grabbed my arms to keep me from
trying to run away I saw Jennifer squirt the rest of the tube of
superglue inside the wig. Struggle as I might the girls held me in
place as Danica jammed the wig onto my head and held it firmly in place
for a few seconds while the glue set.
I could hear the murmur of crowds in the hallway as everyone started
making their way to classrooms returning from lunch as the girls dragged
me struggling toward the same door they had pulled me in through. But
one scrawny guy can not fight off five athletic women and before I could
do much about it I found myself being shoved out into the hallway.
In a panic I tried to run back through that door, but no matter how hard
I pushed on it the five girls on the other side had no trouble holding
it closed. Only after a few attempts to get back into the locker room
did I became aware of the laughter coming from behind me.
Terrified i turned around finding the hallway crowded with other
students, but very few of them were moving, they had all stopped to
watch the show as I had pounded on the girls locker room door. when the
first flash hit me I noticed most of them had their cell phones out.
Flashes bombarded me as dozens of my fellow students captured images of
me dressed like a cheerleader.
I turned to run but those damn heels were not as easy to turn in as they
looked. I hit the ground on my belly and could feel the breeze on my
butt. That tiny little skirt had barely covered my panties when I had
been standing up. Now that I fell it must have flipped up and so those
ridiculous panties were on show for everyone. I reached back and tugged
my skirt back down before I even tried to get up.
I knew I had to get out of here had to find somewhere to hide, but also
had to find some real clothes. I remembered my gym clothes in my locker
again. I struggled to my feet, lurching and stumbling in those stupid
shoes, holding myself upright as I staggered toward my locker but the
laughter hooting and more importantly the constant flashes and beeps
from camera phones did not stop the entire way there. I tried in vain
to tug the wig off but the glue had set, it was held fast to my scalp.
Even the short walk to my locker had my legs burning with the unfamiliar
technique of walking in high heels, but I could see my locker by now. I
didn't dare try to run though, even at a walking pace I had lost my
balance and fallen down two more times before I got there. Finally my
change of clothes was at hand.
As soon as I grabbed the combination lock though I just starred at it in
disbelief. I couldn't see the numbers to work the combination, the
entire lock had been spray-painted pink. Standing right outside my
locker and I couldn't even get into it. I heard someone call out and
turned toward them, again, turning too fast my balance gave way and I
fell backwards onto my butt. Only then did everything finally overwhelm
me and I could no longer hold back the tears.
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