"burn f/f guro" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/bGVTeSEQ Created on: Friday 31st of July 2015 02:51:19 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:44:15 AM UTC The Watergirl (Story) (tags: Torture, burning, snuff, cons) « on: Today at 11:40:04 AM » ReplyQuote This was actually just a large number of exercises n writing first-person, a skill I still have not mastered, that I patched together and gave a story. Judge for yourself whether that worked or not. Oh, and since they pretty much always lose, I wanted to buck the trend and write something with cheerleaders on top. No! On top of something other than a grill you dirty people! For shame. *shakes head* -The Watergirl - "Hey, toss me the bitch!" One of the cheerleaders, Anne I think, shouted. I was quickly shoved across the room towards her. Whereupon she flipped up her skirt and shoved me into her crotch. Although already moist it was mostly with sweat. I put my experience to use, licking her with practiced skill. I remembered that Anne likes light nipping along her inner thighs, using that allowed me to build her arousal quickly. And so I alternated between tenderly biting her soft thighs and quick licks upon her sweet spot, periodically I dipped my tongue all the way in. Unconsciously she sent her own signal that she was ready for me to bring her off by clamping her thighs shut around my head. By now I was more at home locked in the sweaty cavern between someone legs than I am in open air, so I didn't miss a beat. I quickly attacked her clit with my tongue, knowing I had to get serious. She had of course adjusted her position so as to cut off my breathing, so I was on a time limit as usual. The cheerleaders were experienced, sexually jaded girls, so it took time to get them off. I could feel my lungs ache as my air supply ran low. I faintly heard voices near me. "Hey, don't break her yet. If we run through another one too soon the school is gonna cut us off." "Like, they're a buncha whiners. These things volunteer, and everyone knows how fast the jocks do theirs in." The one suffocating me replied. "Still, we need this one to make it past the big game." "Alright, alright. I'll let it go before it breaks." It was a few moments after that when I passed out. - Maybe I should explain some things. You know how some amateur and school sports teams have a waterboy? The kid who runs around giving water to the players, and maybe other menial tasks. Well in the town of Dolcett things work a little differently. Football players are a powerful aggressive lot, so the job of waterboy became the "meek weakling whom the players vent their sexual frustrations on". Essentially a whipping boy and cumdumpster that naturally gets broken quickly. Seeing this the cheerleaders, powerful and regal queenbees in their own right, demanded a 'watergirl'. Someone they could use without fears of safety or social repercussion. Now they could cut through all that sexual tension without the tiresome high school "who's fucking who" drama. And best of all; they could snuff it whenever they got tired of it. The request was granted. And so began the position of Dolcett High Cheer Squad Watergirl. - I wasn't the first, not by a longshot, so the position's reputation was already established. The inspiration was simple: I was walking the halls one day and saw an announcement on the tackboard advertising that the position was open. I looked at the poster wondering if I should take the job till my friend Leslie came up. "Wait, you're thinking of being watergirl? You know how brutal they are?" She asked. "Oh come on, I can take punishment. You remember that sleepover? I survived through six rounds of Truth or Hang! What was it, three of our friends snuffed it that day?" "Yeah, I kinda miss Rina." Leslie looked wistful for a moment. "Alright I guess you’re qualified. So the question is: Do you really want to do it?" I had to think about that. I could handle being a sex toy for a group of horny teenage girls with a healthy interest in hard torture. But did I have better things? Honestly I didn't have any important plans. It was mostly just an annoying added stress figuring out what I wanted to do after I graduate. An opportunity to feel I was helping out and doing something worthwhile? Of course I was going to take it. "Yeah, I think I do." - Getting the position proved to be no problem. I was the first to show up and they accepted me on the spot. The job wasn't easy. An important part of the premise behind this is that the cheerleaders learn to see the watergirl as an object rather than a person. This way even the friendliest members of the squad feel no guilt in abusing her, and no one will develop any personal attachment. Needless to say the job could be demanding. - "Hey, come over here. I want to show you something." Marie, the girl I was between the legs of called to her friend. I was diligently servicing her when the girl walked over and sat down. "You know how some of guys say it feels good if a girl hums or makes other sounds during a blowjob? Something about vibrations or shit." Marie asked her. "Yeah." "Well I think I found a way to recreate that." She said confidently "First you get it firmly locked against your pussy, however you like it." She pushed my mouth tightly against her centered around her clit, making sure to get a comfortable seal, and held me there with her thighs. "Get it licking." I made sure I was doing just that. "And then..." She reached down and grabbed my right hand, an awkward process in this position clearly, and lifted it up without disturbing my position. She the laced her fingers in mine, positioning her hand around halfway up my fingers, and placed my palm flat on the bench on which she was sitting. "Make her scream. Loud." She pushed her hand forward, hard. Using the leverage from the bench my fingers snapped, except the pinky. "MMPHH! MGHH!!!" The pain was excruciating. I screamed like I never had before, but my face was trapped against her vagina. "Aahh... You really can feel it. I don't think we’re getting quite as much as the boys out of this one. But still the whole thing is a turn on." "Neat! When you're done I want to try it. Here let me get something heavy. I'll just crush the hand some, that should work right?" - And that girl babysits my younger sister and baked cookies for our history teacher when she was sick. Quite the contrast. The job could also get exhausting. - I was waiting in the locker room when the girls all flooded in. We were away for a big tournament. I heard the squad captain’s voice rise above the chatter. "Alright girls. We had a hard time out there, there were difficult routines and everyone is stressed out about the big tournament. I can't have you all stressed out and frazzled. So I'm insisting that each and every one of you make use of our little toy over there. And hopefully you'll get a good night’s sleep later." Everyone looked over at me, where she was pointing. "So line up and wait your turn!" Without being told I took a spot at the end of one of the benches. Every one of the cheer squad lined up in front. The first girl simply sat down and flipped up her skirt without a word. - Needless to say that left me exhausted and with a sore jaw. There was one time, but only one, that I was used so harshly I couldn't come back for a while. - I was doing my duties as usual. One of the squad was beating me whip various crops to see which kind she preferred. I could still somewhat hear the conversation in the background. "So, we've gathered lots of good ideas for the carwash fundraiser. Anyone have any final ideas to add?" The captain asked. "Why don't we dangle the watergirl out front a little off from where we do the washing? Then customers can choose to beat her while watching us wash instead of waiting in the car if they want." A rather new member suggested. "Hey, that's actually pretty good." Another girl spoke up. "We'd want to pick the tool for hitting carefully though. I recommend pool cues. They're pretty light, so they won't kill her too quickly, but still pack a nasty punch." "Girl piñata it is then." The captain confirmed, writing down notes. A few days later the event happened. For anyone not familiar I might as well explain it. Carwash fundraisers are a common way for students to raise money, usually for their club, sport, etc. But also for charities. They are held by groups of any age, old enough to be trusted around soap and hoses that is, and are always a simple arrangement. Soap, buckets, hoses, and sponges are the only tools. Naturally cheerleaders (and similar groups) are especially likely to try this route. Other groups can only appeal to a customer’s charitable nature. However attractive young girls wearing very little clothing, that will rapidly be wet, have another draw. As planned I was dangled upside down by my feet near the washing area. Each customer was invited to either wait in their car or torture me depending on their preference. The day was long, longer than my usual duties. I t didn't take long before I was covered in bruises and suffering terribly. The real trouble though was a particular customer near the end of the day. He decided that instead of beating me like most he would rather experiment a little. So this gentleman took the pool-cue and forced it up my ass. Unlubed and blunt end first. When it seemed to get stuck he decided forcing it left and right a few times and then shoving it was good enough. I can't remember the details as by this point I was slipping in and out of consciousness, but I know he stopped about a quarter of the way in and left. I would have snuffed it that day. Except for the fact I was still alive enough by the time the carwash was over that the girls didn't know what to do with me. They couldn't snuff me after school hours or outside of special events, I wasn't theirs after all. If I was on my last breath they would have just left me, but it looked like I could last for a few hours. So they called an ambulance and cut me down. - The internal bleeding and torn sphincter left me out in the hospital for over a week. Honestly, not my fondest memory from my time here. But I guess sometimes girls like me need to learn our limits by exceeding them. Of course it's not all brutal abuse and suffering. First off I really do fetch the girl’s water between cheers, and in fact most other minor menial tasks. And second, there are easier, less harsh times. While the girls don't show me direct affection, that would be weird since I'm a toy not a person with them, there are times when they just want to enjoy a fun soothing toy. - The squad was on the road again to compete against a rival school. We were all staying in a hotel room for the night. The girls had all already gotten in bed, but there was still occasional whispering. "I can't sleep." One of the girls spoke up. "Me either." Another agreed. "You're probably not used to staying in hotels." One offered. "Some people aren't as good at sleeping away from their own bed. A few of you may also be worried about the upcoming competition." She added. "What should we do?" The first girl asked. "If you have a girlfriend on the squad, cuddle up with them. But for the rest of you, make use of our toy over there. It may seem cliché" She paused a moment "Okay *very* cliché. But it really is true that good sex calms you down." It wasn't long before the first girl beckoned me over. Knowing what was expected I crawled under the sheets and got to work. It wasn't long at all before she was moaning and twisting under the covers. Once I was finished she curled up under the sheets with my head between her thighs. I gently removed myself and slipped of the bed. Once I was out the next girl over was already beckoning me over. I pleasured over half the team that night. Leaving each one happier and better rested. - I really enjoyed that trip. Part 2 - I woke up after my practice as usual. No real injuries today, so I was able to make it home fine. It was the next day when things got weird. I was having lunch as usual when Cindy, one of the cheerleaders, sat down across from me. As already stated the girls are supposed to see me as an object not a person. So when not serving the squad the girls completely ignore me. It's kind of hard to see someone as a disposable sex toy if you gossip with them during school hours after all. "Hello Penny." She said, as if this was normal. "Uh, uhm..." I looked down in embarrassment while she was casually eating her lunch. "You don't have to be so awkward. I don't care what extracurricular activities you enjoy," Wow, she didn't even pause coming up with that description "I just wanted to chat with you." "Oh, uhm. Okay." Well, this was confusing. "You enjoy any activities besides cheerleading?" I decided to just go for it and talk to her. "Oh yes. I enjoy dance, I guess that's related though. I'm also interested in psychology, I hope to get a career in that someday." So we talked. She was polite, interesting, generally good company. The whole experience was still pretty weird for me though. Actually getting to know one of the girls who I let use and break me. Who might be the one to kill me. We continued to talk over the next few days. When cheerleader practice next came around I decided to keep an eye out for how she acted. The day wasn't that hard, no new creative tortures, and thankfully she was able to use me as normal. She beat me with a crop until she was warmed up enough to have me eat her out. Very bland and normal stuff. The next day she called me to hang out at the mall with her. I still wondered what was going on. When I showed up I naturally had to wear long sleeves and heavy makeup. Although no one would question all my injuries they still aren't exactly fashionable. Particularly the burn wounds, last time some girl decided to get creative and hold matches beneath my underarms 'till they burned out. Those are still sore. It somewhat surprised me when I found her that Cindy broached the topic without hesitation. "It must be hard staying fashionable with all those bruises." She casually commented. "Look Cindy. I know you didn't just pick me for a friend at random. Why would you go out of your way to hang out with the cheer squads snuff puppet?" I pointedly asked. She sighed. "Yes, you're right. I have ulterior motives. But you should know that to some degree I gained those motives because of you, not the other way around." "I've always been fascinated by the psychology, perspectives, and attitudes of voluntary snuff victims. The cheerleaders picking one up was perfect. I observed you as much as I could, but just seeing a snuff-whore in use doesn't give a complete picture. I decided to introduce myself, at the same time I figured why not make a report for my social studies class out of it? So you could say you're my object of study personally, professionally and academically." She paused a moment. "But mostly you're hot and a pretty good friend." She finished. That left me a fair amount to think about. Not that I was too surprised. I knew something was up the moment she introduced herself. Honestly, I wasn't too angry. Certainly some girls would be. But I guess understanding her motives and expecting this anyway meant I didn't mind all that much. "Alright, but I'd thank you to be more honest in the future." I warned her. She smiled. "Duly noted. Well then, with that out of the way let's have fun!" So we hit the stores, shopped, in general had a good time. On the way home she talked to me. "Now that everything's out in the open can I ask you a few questions?" "Sure." "Why are you so willing to get snuffed?" "I admit I get confused why people think of that. You're going to die too, it's not just me. So will any football player, butcher, or priest. Everyone dies. So a little bit more or less time just doesn't seem too important. The important thing to me, the really, really important thing, is how I feel about the time I do have." "Okay, point taken. Do you really enjoy all the strange things, torture pain humiliation, done to you?" "Not everything. The life of an owned slut has a lot of ups and downs. It's kind of like an emotional rollercoaster, while you get the smooth highway. Well, anybody's life gets a little bumpy I guess." She looked away and took a few notes. I decided to chance learning a few things myself. "I'd like to ask you a few questions too." She seemed unfazed. "Alright, go ahead." "How come you aren't bothered by knowing me and using me while knowing I'll be snuffed?" She smiled. "Just like most people aren't ok with dying, most people aren't comfortable with killing or letting things die around them. But I'm not most people either. I like the thought of hurting and controlling people. Snuffing is the peak of that." She reached over and pinched my cheek. "So you better be ready, it's only a matter of time before I snuff that sweet ass." I couldn't help shivering at that. "I guess we make the perfect pair then. A perfect sick disturbed pair." - Things continued quite well. Cindy and I met up regularly, she would sometimes ask me questions to glean more information about the psychology of the situation. Of course my time as watergirl had to end sometime. The school's sport season began to near its end. One time shortly before an important game the girls began to talk. "We need to come up with something big for the championship." The squad captain stated. The girls all nodded, many deep in thought. Cindy however smiled. "I have a suggestion." She spoke up. I wondered what she was up to. "We have a willing snuff puppet right here." She gestured to me. "Why don't we do a show based around her? At halftime we could set up a big display, tie her to a stake in the middle of it and set it all on fire. The screaming alone would be fantastic." I was actually not being used by the girl’s right then, they had me cleaning some of their stuff instead. I nearly buckled when I heard that. Burning? Really?! That would be horribly painful! Of course everything else they have me do is anyway... Sigh. Sometimes I wonder why I signed on for this. The other girls looked to consider the proposal. "That sounds like a great idea Cindy. You!" She pointed at one of the girls. ""And you. Plan out some routines. We can't let the execution steal the whole show. Me and Cindy will work out the display and clear it with the school. This should be fantastic! If it goes over well we may have to snuff a girl every year." "Great then, it's settled." - I met up with Cindy after school. She seemed quite happy. "Seriously girl, burning? I knew you were going to do something like this but you could have suggested something a little less painful." I couldn't help but complain. Yeah maybe I enjoyed my job and would still willingly go along, but she could have made things a little easier on me. "Hey! This isn't just for our fun remember. I needed to suggest something that also makes for a great show and you can't beat burning for that. A great big fire is good for any show, and burning tends to result in a lot of great screaming. Hence burning it is." I found that I couldn't fault her logic, sadly. "Okay, fine." I sighed. "Looks like I'm getting agonizingly charred to a crisp for the audiences viewing pleasure." "Don't forget the most important part" Cindy stepped behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "MY viewing pleasure. I couldn't help but giggle. "And your’ viewing pleasure." - It was the last full day of practice before the big game. I was pretty sure the squad was going to take full advantage of that fact. And boy was I right. When I arrived in the locker room the squad had already started to discuss the coming fun. “I have the perfect thing!” Enthused Mariah, a Latina with long frizzy hair. “The biggest problem with fucking is whoever’s got a cock thinks they’re in charge.” all of the other girls nodded knowingly “But this toy is designed to solve that. It’s a two headed strap-on.” She stood up, walked over to her locker and pulled the toy in question out, plus a small remote. “The end that goes into the wearer is covered in electrodes. Using the remote you can raise the charge to zap them as hard as you want. Force them to go faster, slower, or just make her scream for you.” “Sounds perfect.” The team captain responded. “So then, everyone who wants to will get a turn at being fucked by our little toy. Now remember.” Her voice suddenly turned very strict and authoritative. “This time you cannot break her. We need her alive and intact for the show.” “Other than that: Have fun!” She concluded. The squad practiced. Everything looked good, I knew that in a few days they would do a great job at homecoming. I have to say that I felt proud thinking that I had played some small part in their success. Of course I was also going to be playing a much larger part than usual. Once practice ended the ‘fun’ began. Mariah pulled out the toy. “Hey bitch!” She called me over. She was holding what looked almost exactly like an ordinary double ended strap-on, the only notable difference being a network of wires and nodes covering the end going inside the wearer. The function was obvious once you had a clue what the device was for. I walked over and helped slip the harness on and eased the phallus into myself wordlessly. The sensation of fullness barely even registered to me after all the abuse my cunt has been through. “Alright, let’s see if it works!” The latina enthused. Holding the remote she pushed a sliding dial up to the top. Suddenly agonizing pain ripped through my lower regions like fire. “Aagghh!!!!” I crumpled to the ground screaming. Dear god that hurt. I barely even noticed when the pain had faded and the squad could be heard laughing around me. “Yup! Works like a charm. This is going to be great!” She shouted. “Absolutely!” The captain agreed. “Now get the bitch up and let’s get fucking.” And so they helped me up. Mariah got on all fours on one of the benches. I knew what I was supposed to do. Walking over to the bench I lined up behind the slender latina, grabbed onto her hips, and slid inside her. I quickly set into a decent rhythm. This was definitely not something I normally did, but I still had a little bit of experience doing the fucking. Enough to not screw up at least. Right about when I got comfortable a sharp pained suddenly burned through my cunt. “Uh, go faster! Ugh.” Mariah gasped out. Remote in her hand with the power turned halfway up. I powered through the pain to obey. Pushing myself to the limit to fuck her as hard as possible. Fortunately it seemed to work. She started to moan and lowered the power. With the pain only mild the extension in me started to actually feel pretty good. Soon both of us were enjoying the vigorous fucking I was giving her. It wasn’t long before she came with a passionate cry and her body limply slumped down on the bench. “Nice enough job.” The squad captain commented. “But you didn’t really take advantage of that thing. You’ve gotta take charge. Make the bitch squirm. Let me show you how it’s done.” She took Mariah’s position on the bench, only lying on her back, and beckoned me over. I straddled the bench and slid forward. She then waved her hand in a gesture to enter, I cautiously obeyed. Unsure how to proceed I began to gently thrust. “Aagh!” I screamed at the sudden, but not entirely unexpected, pain. “Nope.” She made sure to pop the ‘p’. “I didn’t tell you to start.” She relaxed humming cheerily for a few seconds. “Okay now you can start.” She commanded, rather perkily. And so I began again, gently easing into a rhythm. “Aahhh!” My cunt went ablaze again! “Too slow.” My tormenter scolded with a tone of mock disappointment. So I sped up my thrusts, energetically fucking her. However my desperate efforts were interrupted by crippling pain stopping me again. With a dramatic sigh I was scolded again “Too fast. You really can’t handle this can you? Poor incompetent thing. Come on, try again.” With a great pain between my legs I sorely attempted to proceed once more. Desperately trying to work into a nonexistent balance. Fortunately she seemed satisfied, presumably getting bored of electrocuting me repetitively, allowing me to continue for a while. Again it began to feel pleasant, with her even helping to keep the rhythm, until I saw her finger the remote. Sending me reeling in extreme pain once again, this time dropping me to the ground. “Mmh, that was nice.” She sounded contented. “I should keep something like this on everyone I fuck.” With that she slipped off the bench. “Okay, next!” And with that they hoisted me up. Everything after that passed pretty much the same, except each girl taking their own approach on how and when to shock me. - The air was tense around school leading up to the big game. Even off-time the cheerleaders practiced tirelessly to memorize their routines to perfection. Obviously the athletes had it just as bad, everyone was trying in their own way not to let the stress take over and ruin them before they had a chance. My unique routine of course could not be practiced. Fortunately dying can be done entirely on instinct, and has no aftermath to worry about. The pain was a little bit worry-some though. Oh well, nothing I couldn’t handle. Finally the day came, an air of both revelry and tension overtook the community. I stood on the sidelines as the stadium filled up and the sounds of shouting and cheers filled the air. The athletes played and the cheerleaders cheered. Every routine was executed to perfection, flips, tosses, dances, and rolls. All of it. The games was close, as expected. By halftime we were two points behind, so it could easily still go either way. Of course I would never know. My heart was pounding when a whistle heralded the arrival of halftime. The teams rushed off the field. The audience waited with baited breath to see what would happen. A fair number of them already new something special was planned you see. First our team rushed across the field from one side to the other pulling a tarp in their wake. At this point the audience was clearly confused. Next the girls of the cheer-squad began to backflip onto the field. They flipped and cartwheeled in elaborate patterns across the tarp, noticeably spreading a white powder in their wake, ending by all arriving at the center perfectly in harmony to lock hands and form a ring. Our teams coach then strode onto the field holding a simple wooden pole roughly 6-1/2 feet tall with a small yet heavy base. He walked straight towards the ring of cheerleaders, who broke away and cartwheeled off the field right before he reached them leaving behind a circular mound of the white powder. Arriving at the center the coach placed the pole in the middle of the powder ring and then jogged off of the field as well. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. This was it. The sports team once again ran across the field, this time straight towards me. Upon reaching me three members grabbed me- “Ah!!!” -And pitched me up into the air. I couldn’t help but yelp in panic even expecting it. “Ooph!” Thankfully three members caught me safely on their shoulders. Two others grabbed rope. I was then paraded across the field, following our script I smiled and waved at the cheering, though still confused, audience. I also caught a glimpse of Cindy as she waved, smiled, and blew me a kiss. Our little parade ended at the pole. I was dropped on my feet right against it where the team wasted no time tying me to it. After getting one loop around me on both of the ropes though they made a little show of having two players, each holding a different end of a rope, run in opposite directions to bind me further. After doing that with each rope and tying off the ends the team ran off the field. The finale piece of the puzzle was quite simple. The head cheerleader struck a match, lifted it into the air for the audience, walked to the edge of the tarp, and dropped it. The white powder immediately erupted in flame. I couldn’t help but cringe as the fire followed its twisted elaborate trail to the center igniting the thick ring in a sizable burst of flame. From there I imaging it lit every other trail form a brief but beautiful mosaic of fire. But I was not thinking about that. Obviously. No, the moment the fire first burst forth beneath me I was screaming. At first more in shock really. But the pain set in quickly. Oh god I screamed as the fire burned out my legs. Agony crippled my body’s attempts at thrashing, even if I weren’t immobile already I would have gone down quickly. Somehow I was still capable of vaguely noticing how the audience leapt from their seats in a standing ovation. Okay, “riotous display of howling joy” would be far more accurate than “standing ovation”. I think I was so used to having to follow orders through the worst of pain that even now I watched for cues. I felt a tinge of pride at how much they loved my snuff. That didn’t stop my inhuman howls of agony as I felt my lower body slowly turn to char and sensation slowly fade away. The powder they used produced almost no smoke, obviously the first use was giving the audience a clear view. But allowing me to see and breathe longer was a side benefit. It hurt so badly. Even my extensive, altogether obscene, experience being tortured wouldn’t have been enough to keep me sane. No, I used that as the base. The foundation to hold up my pride. Pride that my screams were pleasing more than I’d ever imagined. And that my death would be the start of a new tradition. Because I could tell from the cheers that no crowd in this town would be satisfied next year without a pretty great snuff with their game. Everything was fading. Most of my torso was still pretty intact, but the pain started to numb. Everything else too. I think it was the oxygen running out around…. -End