Cheerleaders in Hell

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible:

Galantly, he walked to his padded throne. Followed by his servants, he approached and took his seat. Herein, within the depth of Hell sat the infamous Ivan the Terrible.

He was not Satan himself, nor did he want to be. But wizely, Ivan chose to stay on the good side of the demon. He did what came natural to him; he climbed the ranks of power quite easily. He always found a way to reach above others.

While he was still a slave of Satan; he was one of the main figureheads in Hell these days. He had a crew of servants; albeit not as large as Satan; but enough to satisfy him. He held an estate, decorated exclusively in intricate shade of black intertwining with a fiery red; a rather expected design in hell.

Mentally, Hell had little effect on Ivan mentally. In life, he was a maniacal tyrant; caring nothing for the life of anyone but himself. His thought patterns were simple; others were there to serve him; to please him and to fulfill his wishes. Granted, his position in Hell did not allow him as much control as he enjoyed in life. But, he could still control many of those pathetic wretched souls in hell.

Physically, Ivan was a commanding presence. A giant of a man he was, standing more than 6 and a half feet tall. Besides height, he was quite muscular, sporting the physique of a brute.

His face was rather dull and expressionless; but well maintained. He sported a neatly-trimmed beard covering only his chin; a rare style of Russians. His medium-length dark hair was combed back neatly. His eyes were said to be lethal. In truth, they were of a very dark royal blue. But, few knew; they were taught not to look directly into his eyes. A direct stare would cause flames to shoot from around the eyelid; symbolic to the way he would burn a hole into the soul of the fools who didn't know better.

He would almost always be seen in a dark trench coat enclosing his body from neck to just above his ankles. Only some of his dark shined boots could be seen. What he wore underneath the coat varied with the situation. Usually he would wear simply the coat. If he needed to fit into more of a gothic knight-style atmosphere; he would reveal his shadow-black suit of plate. On his left ring finger, he wore a ring of solid platinum; exclamated by a dark gem for which none knew a name.

He approached his chair; followed by 2 servants. He sat down and sent the two away. He sat there, twiddling his fingers. "Is rather boring in hell these days. Not an new interesting soul to torment around. Not a pretty face or figure to pleasure me. Is not right way to treat legend of great old country." He finished his statement and dozed off in his chair, hoping for some entertainment.

 

[Guest]

Tif sat on the porch of her parents home combing her long blond hair into a ponytail as she waited for Buffy to pick her up for the cheerleading contest the were to go to. I hope we don't miss the bus again she thought to herself, Buffy is always late. Maybe I should call her, she thought to herself. But she knew she wouldn't she would just sit there and wait for her like the others had told her too. At 5' tall and 97 pounds she was always a bit intimidated by the other girls perhaps because she was also not as developed as they were. But she was probably one of the most athletic on the squad.
So there she sat waiting for her ride and cursing herself for not being more assertive.

 

[sail away]

Buffy raced her shiny red BMW convertible that her rich father bought her for her 16th birthday. Sometimes she would get puled over. Sometimes she would get out of getting a ticket by fucking the cop. The cops were so big and strong and ‘gifted’ that she intentsnialy drove like crazy just to attract the attention of her favorite cops. Today was no exeption. Buffy drove through the speed trap knowing that officer Johnson would be on duty. After demanding that Buffy strip, bend over the officer’s motorcycle and let her get fucked in all three orifices, the good officer let Buffy go with a warning and kept her panties for ‘evidence’. As Buffy drove to Tiffy’s place she knew she would be late.

As Buffy drove by Tiffy’s house she honked her horn and says, "Hay Tiffy come on were late let’s go. Jump in!"

 

[Guest]

Hearing Buffy's car long before she saw it Tif was on her way to the curb when buffy showed up Honking like a mad woman. Tif smiled sweetly thinking how fun and sometimes scarry her freind was. She hopped into the Bmw and gave her freind a hug. "we better hurry or we'll be late." Tif saind always the nervous one "We don't want to get into trouble she said.
She wished she was more like Buffy, she never cared if she got into trouble.
"Do we have to pick up anyone else?" She asked still worrying about being late.
Buffy just roared away from the curb somewhat annoyed at her timid freinds worrying.

 

[sail away]

As Buffy and Tif drove away. Buffy grins at her friend and said, "Hay sorry I’m late, but feel this out." She took Tif’s hand and put it under her short cheerleader’s skirt and put Tif’s hand to her shaved pussy. Then she pushed Tif’s finger deeply in her pussy and in the goo left by officer Johnson. Then she let go of Tif’s hand and said, "That’s why I was late darling. Taste it!"

Later at a red light Buffy again grins at her best friend, leans over to her and plants a big French kiss on her. After a short time other cars start honking. The two break there kiss and while driving to the buss Buffy turns to her friend and says, "Hay if you want to bring me off before we get to the buss it’s DEFINITELY ok with me darling."

 

[Guest]

Tif rolls her eyes at Buffy, "As if" she says "Didn't you get enough before you picked me up?" Some times her freind is way too impulsive. Tif hopes she doesn't force her to do something wierd, it always amuses her freinds to get her into uncomfortable situations.
"Aren't we going to miss the bus." she asks Buffy trying to change the subject
She has been looking forward to this cheerleading contest for a long time.

 

[sail away]

Buffy grins and says, "Oh come on don’t be so stiff. And hay, I NEVER get enough!" She pouses and makes a poutty look at Tif and says, "Last chance baby."

 

[Tif]

"Lets just get there Buffy" She says rolling her eyes again in that child like way that makes the wheels star turning in Buffy's mind.

 

[sail away]

Buffy grins and says, "You want me to bring you off?"

 

[Tif]

"Buffy, please don't say that" Tif replies turning very red, her freinds always make fun of her limited sexual experience, well no sexual experience.
She looks down and buffy reaches over and gives her left breast a playful squeeze
"Hey watch it thats kinda sensetive you know" Tif wonders if her breasts are more sensitive because they are small.Her face turning even redder

 

[sail away]

Buffy: "God, Tif. Loosen up and enjoy life. We could all die today you know." Buffy pauses, the contuse. "By the way are you still a verg?"

 

[Tif]

"yea right like whats going to happen" I replied "and quit teasing me you no I've never been with anyone"

 

[sail away]

Buffy and Tif drive up to the school parking lot were the bus is waiting to take them to the cheerleading contest. They are late and everyone in the bus are shouting at them to hurry up. Buffy gets out of the car and leans over the back door to get her big duffel bag. While leaning over her skirt rides up exposing EVERYTHING to the boys and girls in the buss and the lucky passers by on the street who shout and make cat calls. Buffy just grins and waves at them. Then Buffy grabs Tif by the hand and says "come on girl run!"

Once in the buss Buffy says, "Hay guys, Buffy and Tiffy’s here. Now we can go!" [Buffy is of course spoiled rotten.] Then Buffy says, "Sorry we’re late guys but Tiffy molested me on the way over. GOD it was GREAT! But she wont give me back my panties!" Everyone yells and shouts. And Buffy gives Tif a wicked grinn.

 

[sail away]

OOC: Sorry I meant to put this line in too.

IC: Buffy says, "That girl just NEVER get enough!"

 

[vicky69]

Logan:

Logan walked up straight to Buffy, "You're late. Again." she eyed both Buffy and Tif coldly.
She turned her attention fully to Buffy, she looked the girl up and down, "You fucked that cop again, didn't you?" a grin formed on her pretty face.

 

[sail away]

Buffy was a bit intimidated by Logan’s remark and her body language, but then Buffy grinned. She liked losing control as much as she had it. And the only child of a millionaire father had a lot of control.
"You fucked that cop again, didn't you?" Buffy’s jaw dropped, but being the always cool in control girl that she is said, "How did you know." Then Buffy grins slyly and continues, "Where you watching? Did you enjoy it? I did! Let’s just say he’s gifted." The people in the buss roared!

 

[vicky69]

Logan held her hand up and the crowd quiet down. Being the captain of the cheerleading team has a lot of advantages, people respects her. "No, I was not watching you and officer what's-his-name. But you almost ran into my porsche with that stupid bmw." she flipped her hair behind her back.
"Besides it's not like I can't tell from this, sweetie." Logan smiled sweetly as she lifted a used condom from Buffy's hair, "Looks like officer what's his name left you a little something in exchange of your panties."

 

[sail away]

Buffy; "Euu… that came out of my ass! You can have it."

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

ooc: where are all those evil people that said they would join. And where is Satan? This could prove difficult to do without Satan.

 

[Tif]

Not wanting to face a lecture from Logan or draw anymore emberassing attention to herself Tif ducked onto the bus and took a seat. Buffy and Logan were right behind her.

 

[sail away]

Only two sets were available. Tif took one. The only other was were Logan was sitting. That meant Buffy would have to sit next to that stuck up bitch Logan for the whole ride. Buffy thought, "This is going to be the bus right to hell!"

OOC: I guess we’er ready for the big crash. Maybe good old Satin should write this part. Or at least Big bad Ivan. So let’s get the ‘party going!’

 

[scubasteve]

OCC: Mind if I join? This could be a fun bus trip til the crash!

I know that some of the bigger schools also have guy cheerleaders....they do the lifting and throwing and catching the girls..........wouldn't mind catching a few myself!

I will be 18, 6'1", brown hair and big brown eyes.........not overly mucular but fit.
My name is Skylar Jones.

IC:

After seeing those 2 girls come on the bus, I was haveing trouble concentrating on what everyone was doing. I have had a really big crush on the cute chick......Tif her name was. She was cute! Not like the others with thier ummm....sizable attributes. See, small breast have a profound affect on me.....I love them! They need speciall care as they are more sensitive. I heard the bratty rich girl Buffy say that tif never gets enough........hmmmmm........somehow that didn't make sense. She always seemed shy to me but boy was she flexible!!! she could do the splits with her legs going sideways so far down that you couldn't slide a piece of paper between her pussy and the ground........ Just the though of her doing the splits on me.....face/cock.......it got me instantly hard......shifting a bit so no-one would notice, I looked across the isle and watched her.....her face was red and I felt sorry for her embarassment. She looks up.....notices me looking at her. I smile at her and say Hi. she looks down, going red again and mumbles a Hi out. Hey come on girl.......Buffy says......you got that cute guy there saying Hi to you and you can't even look at him when you say Hi let alone say it loud enough for him to hear!!!!!??!!!........Hey I said, Leave her alone! I think You've done enough for her already! Buffy sits back with a shocked look as some others hoot and laugh. Tif looks up, making eye contact, we just gaze at each other for a few minutes and then she smiles...........putting my heart at rapid speed.......thanks she says.....

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

IC: he sat there in Hell, bored out of his mind. He needed to get out. He needed to visit the mortal world, perhaps there would be some entertainment there. His years of climbing the ladder of leadership in Hell have yielded him the ability to travel back to the mortal world; this time with a different identity, but a similar physical apprearance. Ivan ws rather proud of his looks.

He left his mansion and approached the portal to the mortal world. Everything had been cleared inside for travel (shockingly enough, people still need clearance to fly here too; they're not as uncivilized as you'd think). He stepped through the portal; but his destination for translocation was unknown.

He found himself at what looked to be a football field. People were gathering in large numbers; apparently there was a game starting. While there was no football in 11th century Russia, Ivan had managed to keep with the times in the mortal world. He had visited the mortal world more times than your average Joe would ever want to know.

Before entering the stadium, he noticed girls coming out of a bus dressed in uniforms; no doubt cheerleaders. As he watched them exist, he could see serious potential in some of those girls. Sadly though, he could do no physical harm to them in the mortal world; he did not have such power as of yet. He could do whatever he wished to them in hell, but not here.

He put on a pair of shaded glasses, he could not run the risk of burning through the soul of a foolish mortal and being discovered. He bought his ticket, being careful to avoid direct eye contact with the salesclerc. His glasses prevented direct eye contact; but he wanted to be on the safe side.

He bought a front-row seat, to position himself close to the cheerleading squad. He cared not for money; he had as much as he needed here.

Throughout the game, he watched the cheerleaders do their routine. There were quite a few there that he would drag into his bed and seduce at will. As he watched, he noticed one of them wasn't wearing any panties. "Kinky little one is she not?" he thought to himself.

As he watched, he realized that he wanted to send these girls to hell somehow. "Yes, we could use some new souls and blood in the depths. They will do nicely." He would need a way to somehow kill them without actually touching them.

Quickly he figured out his source for attack; the bus. The bus was not a mortal, and he could inflict damage onto any non-mortal object. So, he left the stadium back to the parking lot. He had no problem passing through the security there; his invisibility would serve him well here.

He approached the bus and summoned himself the necessary supplies. Knowing his way well around a vehicle, he climbed under teh bus and quickly cut the brakes. Foolishly, he noticed that the gas tank was positioned near one of the tires. If a hole could be made through the tank near the wheels, the tire motion could generate enough friction to heat the gasoline.

So, he made a decent-sized puncture; making sure that there would be some leakage; enough to leave a trail and cause suspicion; but leaving plenty of fuel to cause a massive explosion. Furthermore, he inserted a highly-flamable, highly-explosive substance into the tank. If any of the fuel should catch fire, this stuff would explode immediately. None of the people on the bus would survive; he was sure of it.

He made short work of preparing the bus, leaving himself plenty of time until they loaded back in. He sat through the game, paying little attention to the actual match, finding himself in a rather lethargic position with his eyes dazed, focusing mostly on the girls, paying an occasional glimpse to the game at hand.

While the game was in progress, he placed a call back to, telling his advisors and friends to make sure that this particular group was sent to us. His final call was to heaven, to make a little deal with the servants of God, to make sure that he got his girls.

"Be good, go to heaven, be back, go to hell. Such bullshit no?" He thought to himself and laughed. "These stupid mortals, they think they they have control in their fate. Fools they are all. Is not about be good or be bad. Is about proper negotiation. In life and in death, they are no individual; they are not see as Jonny Smith; they are just number 92043242; they are no more than a lotto ticket picked to go. There's some individuality for you eh? Da, indeed."

He had a good laugh thinking about all of this. Soon, the game ended, and people began exiting the arena. He left his arena to head to his translocation spot. As he walked by the parking lot, he looked to see the cheerleaders enter the bus, and he smiled. "They will do nicely, da".

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

OOC: Grace Marks was a young Canadian servant girl who obtained pre-tabloid notoriety in the 1840's, when she conspired with a ranch hand to brutally murder their employer (Thomas Kinnear) and his mistress (Nancy Montgomery). They escaped with the wealth of the house, only to be captured several days later. Convicted for pre-meditated murder, her conspirator James McDermott was sentenced to death. She narrowly escaped it and was instead place in an insane asylum - Kingston Penitentiary - (where she had agressive and forced relationships with numberous patients), due to claims she was mentally unstable and, many say, her youthful beauty that she used to her advantage.

Grace flounced into the dark chamber, bored of days spent brooding and complaining. She had already wandered through the corridors on her daily trip, no new souls to torture, or none, at least, worthy of her attention. All everyone seemed to do anymore was rock back and forth in the corners moaning about how they were innocent and didn’t deserve this. And then there’s the on-going debate between the evil academic minds on how long eternity really is. Boredom, sometimes, could be worse than damnation.

“Does a girl have to go to hell and back to get some new blood these days?”

Speaking to no one in particular, she let her low laugh echo across the stone caverns and through the tightly chiseled tunnels. Perched on a rock ledge, surrounded by flames that licked over the rock, casting a gargantuan shadow of her petite silhouette on the floor in front of her, she sat back and enjoyed her supremacy. Many underestimated her based on physical appearance - they thought a twentysome year old, tiny female could never hold a position of power. Hell was one place where being ugly as sin, gigantic, brutal, and undeniably selfish had its benefits.

Sighing, Grace looked about, trying to find someone to pick a fight with or at least scream nonsensical insults at. Ivan was bound to be somewhere about, but he could be so dull and self contained at times, acting as if she, the one and only Grace Marks, wasn’t even there. And Satan was certinately becoming lax with his duties these days, he had locked himself up in one of his studies, supposedly preparing for the end of the world. Again. For only the 217,752 time. He had yet to succeed.

 

[sail away]

OOC: Very nice story line Ivan!

IC: On the bus ride over to the rival high school Buffy could see Skylar making eyes at Tif. To Buffy, spoiled as she is, this bruised her ego. "Ass hole!", she thought. But Tiffy deserves the attention of a nice boy, Buffy thought. Buffy leans over to Tif and whispers to her best friend, "Go on, talk to the guy. He’s trying to your attention. Don’t waste the chance." Then Buffy smiles at Tiffy and says, "Remember we could all die today and go to hell or something and you’ll never see him gain!" Just then Skylar says to Buffy to leave her alone. Buffy says, "ok, ok’.

When the bus got to the rival stadium the girls got out and went to their side of the stadium to do their cheering. Buffy had a big grin on her face the whole time because she still isn’t warring any panties. Buffy nudges Tif and says, "I’ll make the crowd cheer!"

During the cheering routines Buffy had many opportunities to flash her shaved, and swollen pussy. And her new clit hood ring that she just got last week. God she felt great flashing in public! Then Buffy made sure that Skylar’s fingers went deep in her pussy and well greases ass hole during the lifts. There was little Buffy hand DPed in public and who would know that the cause of her high pitched screaming was do to her cumming, and not cheering! Also the painful (but pleasure-full) tugging on her new coliteris hood ring that Skylar was making when his finger inadvertently puled on the ring sending a jolt of pain through little Buffys pussy. Buffy thought, "Oh this is heaven and hell!"