Bobby at the Cheerleader Carwash Ch. 02

Over the few weeks, my three cheer slaves and I settled into a routine. The girls all took turns cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my needs. They were required to be naked at all times, except when I told them to wear something in particular. For example, they wore their bikinis on Wednesdays, and their cheer uniforms, minus underwear, shoes and socks, were worn on Saturdays. All three were chatterboxes, and sometimes I had to go for a walk or sit outside with a book to get some quiet time.

They were always in fetters everyday. Handcuffs or ropes on the wrists and/or 20" ankle cuffs were worn, even when sleeping at night. This assisted other rape activities suck as attaching ropes to their handcuffs and tying them to a rope which I threw over a tree branch. I pulled the ropes up until the girls were on their toes. Then I fucked them from behind while playing with tits and clit. The girls didn't like it, but I did. At night, we all slept on the king-size bed. I could use any girl at anytime.

On some nights, we sat around the fire eating, drinking, talking, and having rape-sex. I would select a girl for rape, lay her down, tie wrists to ankles, and fuck her with vigor. The girls didn't like the rape part as they thought it was mean since everyone was being cooperative most of the time. Using strong words, slaps, spanking, and hair-pulling overcame their resistance, and all parties benefited from the rape activity.

Two and a half weeks after I kidnapped them, the girls were talking about missing their periods. The next day, I thought that they must have gotten some latent stomach flu. They complained of nausea and cramping. Then Sofia threw up in the morning followed by Emily and Bree in the afternoon. Emma suggested that me and her drive to a nearby town and buy pregnancy test kits. She put on a mid-thigh, spaghetti-strapped sun dress and white leather flats and no underwear from her gym bag. It was a 90 minute drive one way. We returned with six kits. Emma helped the girls with the testing.

The sticks turned blue. The three teen cheerleaders were knocked up with their rapist's babies! I stumbled out of the R.V. as the enormity of my actions hit me full-force.

I put my hands on the sides of my head, and wondered aloud: "What the fuck was I thinking of? Kidnapping and raping three teenaged girls and knocking them up? Becoming a father at my age? Dumb ass! What am I going to do now? "

I didn't receive an answer.

Restlessness began to affect me, and I wanted to get back on the road. On the last day, I decided on a hike the rest of the way to the top of the mountain. I told the girls that the hike was a final exam for their graduation into slave hood. I would be filming the whole experience from beginning to end.

The pregnant girls wore their cheer uniforms minus bras and panties. Ropes tied their wrists behind them. Thin, five foot chains connected their slave collars together. Butt plugs and dildoes were inserted into pussies and butts. I had a leash on Emma, and I led the sexually tortured cheer girls along.

When we got to the top, I laid out a 20' by 20' camouflage plastic tarp. The girls then did their cheer routines of cheering and tumbling. Afterwards, I ordered to strip off and do some more cheerleader routines naked. It was a sight that could bust your pants from a big hard-on. Naked cheerleaders doing their routines were mega-hot!

I threw three ropes over a tree limb and tied their ankles together. Ball-gags were added to the girls' look as bondage slaves. I hoisted them up so that they were hanging upside down. They were told to hold their pom-poms. I scattered their cheer uniforms about the ground under them. I got great pictures and video of the slave cheerleaders.

When I was done photographing them, I let them down and removed their bonds. During the entire hike and suspension bondage, the girls never complained, and were even were very cooperative as if to please me. Then we sat down for a picnic with a spectacular view of the valley below. The meal was followed by rape sex for the rest of the afternoon. The girls were bound in a variety of positions and were raped with gusto. When it started to get a bit dark, we did naked selfies and headed back down to the RV. The girls were naked, and their bare feet were used badly by the time we got back. The girls all bore this stoically.

A thought kept hitting me since I took the girls. Why was Emma so....compliant?

I just had to know, but how was I going to ask that kind of a question?

Early the next morning, we were on the road after some camp clean up. There was not a trace we were ever there. The girls were put into 12" leather wrist cuffs, and Sofia and Bree had 6' chains that connected their right ankles to I-bolts in the floor. I told them to wear their cheer skirts and nothing else. Sofia began to teach Bree how to knit baby stuff. Emma was having a bad case of morning sickness and chose to lie down in the bedroom.

After a couple of hours, Emma came up and sat down on the front passenger seat. She was wearing my old football jersey, and that was all. She put her size 5.5 feet on the dashboard and began to paint her toenails red even though she was wearing handcuffs. This was a good time to get my big questions answered.

"Emma, why are you so enthusiastic about being my sex slave? Why did you help me subdue the other girls? Damn it girl, I kidnapped and raped you, and now you're pregnant. I ruined your life."

Emma stopped doing her nails and stared straight ahead. There was a long pause, and she seemed to be alone with her thoughts. Then she spoke slowly in a low voice, each sentence carefully considered and crafted as she spoke freely to me for the first time.

"My life so far has been something most girls' dream of and can never have. I've been an excellent gymnast since I was six years-old. When I turned 14, I wanted to do cheerleading and eventually became the captain. When I was 16, I won the Miss Teen County pageant and was first runner-up at the state competition. I sing in my church choir and sometimes did solos. The church awarded me the teenager of the year plaque for my volunteer work and teen leadership. I have a 4.2 GPA and have a couple of scholarship offers. Boys adore me, girls hate me. If everyone knew what my life was really like, they would run like crazy away from me."

Tears rolled down her face as she paused, and she used a jersey sleeve to wipe her eyes. Then she continued with mild sobs.

"My parents divorced, and my dad disappeared when I was three. My mom worked hard, took care of me and my sister and brother while doing college part-time. Eventually, she started her own business, and became a millionaire. That's when things began to go bad. Mom met this guy, and she fell in love again. After a year, my mom began to hint about marriage, the asshole said he could never marry a woman with kids and that he wanted a friend with benefits relationship. A few days later, mom saw the jerk making out with some young woman at a night club. After that, mom became a shrew. She went to happy hours and parties, and came home drunk. It turned out that she was a mean drunk. She became verbally and physically to us kids to the point my older brother left for the army the day after graduation. It was constant torture between home and school where a clique of girls led by a girl who came in last at the county pageant made my life hell. My only true friends are Bree and Sofia. Bree even beat up two of the girls after school which helped for a while."

"But surely you have a boyfriend," I said with concern.

Emma laughed bitterly.

"The boys are in awe of me and see me as unattainable. So far I have only been on two dates. The first date with a nice nerd kid was a bust since he was so nervous, he had some seizure, and I had to drive him to the hospital. The second date was with the basketball team captain who nearly raped me. He said that I should be honored that a superstar like him was going to take my cheerleader cherry. If a cop car hadn't pulled up behind us, the bastard would have gotten away with it. After all that, I decided that teenage boys were too immature and erratic for me, and no more high school dates."

I handed her my handkerchief, and she wiped her face. Then she continued.

"Out of nowhere, mom brought home some guy named Gus who was like a dozen years younger than her. Mom said that he was going to live with us. I was shocked. The loser didn't even have a job. It also meant that I would be alone in the house with him during the day. At first things were okay, but then he began touching me 'accidentally' on my butt, breasts, and between my legs. Finally one night, I awoke to find him with his right hand inside my panties and his left hand under my nightie foundling my breasts. I screamed and mom came in. I told her what happened. Gus claimed he heard me having a nightmare. I yelled that he was trying to rape me. Mom accused me of being a liar, and that I hated Gus. Behind her, Gus smirked. My own mother believed a pervert rather than her own daughter. That's when I realized I was on my own."

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"So to get away from Gus, I joined this candy-striper summer program and loved it! I decided that I wanted to become a Certified Nurse Midwife. I loved being able to witness babies being born and cared for. I liked helping expectant mothers. I always dreamed of someday getting married and having lots of babies of my own. When I told my mom that I wanted to be a CNM, she blew up at me. She said that I was a fucking idiot, and that if I had any sense in my pea brain, I would go to an Ivy League school and get an MBA so I could join the family business. If I didn't, she would cut me off and kick me out. My grades began to drop, and my mom really piled it on me. And that scumbag Gus molested me so bad and often that I alternated living with at Bree's and Sofia's houses. Not that mom cared about that at all."

There was along pause.

"After that stuff I've been telling you, I went into a depression so bad that I thought about ending it all. Bree and Sofia have been my best friends since second grade, and if it weren't for them talking to me, I would have done it."

She turned and stared at me.

"When I saw you pull into the carwash, I sensed something about you. It was like you were one of those noble barbarian warriors from history. I wasn't supposed to be taking customers in, but I grabbed the clipboard from Kara and ran over to you. When you grabbed my hair and kissed with such force and passion, and then you told me you were going to take me to dinner, and after that you said that you were going to rape me, I nearly swooned. You were definitely no immature boy or groping pervert. Your voice and expression was that of a powerful man who commanded respect, knew what he wanted, and would take it by force if necessary. A Master who would care for and protect his property."

"That was when I decided I wanted to be with you no matter what you did to me. I helped you take Sofia and Bree because you wanted to them to make a harem, and also if I were to become a sex slave, then I wanted my best friends to be with me."

"You know, nobody ever once said I was beautiful. I'm an ugly, worthless, pariah girl. Now that you know my story, if want to drop me off somewhere, I'll understand."

"Emma, you are the most beautiful girl, both inside and outside, that I have ever met in my life. The huge problem is I'm 58 and you're a teenager. That's way too much age difference. So I will release you and your friends at the next big town and give you cash to get home if you want," I offered with a heavy heart.

"I don't care about ages. I'm staying and having your baby," Emma said with a smile.

"Yeah, same goes for me. I'm staying with Emma," Sofia shouted from the back.

"You asshole! You knock us up and now you want to get rid of us. I'm fucking staying here to make sure you treat Emma alright," Bree joined in.

"Then it's settled then. You're not going anywhere Emma. You're my woman now as are your friends. You will take care of me and have as many babies as I order you. The same goes for your friends. While I will rape and bind you endlessly, I will never sell you girls," I said firmly.

Emma slid out of her seat and crawled over to me. All I was wearing was a robe and sneakers. She pulled my robe open and held my cock in her hands. She sucked and licked my manhood with such relish that it was her best blowjob to date. All the time she stared up at me with desire and love. My right hand stroked her soft blonde hair.

I couldn't help making moaning sounds as she blew me with such fervor. When I finally came, my cock was in the back of her throat. It was so intense that I nearly lost control of the RV. My cum shot down her throat, and when it was over, she pulled off without spilling a drop. Emma got back into her seat and resumed painting her toe nails. There wasn't any further conversation.

As we traveled around the country, I continued to tie the girls up in all sorts of positions and rape all of their holes. Morning sickness sometimes put a damper on things, but having three nubile teenaged girls to service me helped. When we slept, I was surrounded by three naked cheerleader slaves who I could fuck anytime of the night if I wanted to.

Sofia and Bree were bound in the RV with an 8-foot chain connected from their left ankles to an eye-hook bolted to the floor and 12-inch handcuffs, unless we were camped out at a remote area because I still didn't quite trust them. And I also found it sexy to see hot teen girls in bondage. When Sofia complained about being chained up too much, I bent her over the table and pounded her pussy until she came. I hadn't cum, so I drilled her ass as she screamed and begged me to stop which I didn't do until I blew my wad up her tight, teen, cheerleader ass. After that, her whining became her way of letting me know she wanted some hot rape sex. Never try to understand girls!

However, on the 141st day of the girls' captivity, my doubts were ended because of a major incident at a bowling alley of all places, and it was caused by a cock-teasing brunette girl.