In a school gymnasium

You’re on a wooden floor in an empty gymnasium. You hear loud footsteps and giggling outside and then a bombshell of cheerleaders in tight yellow Sunnydale High tops burst in. They line up around the walls of the room, ignoring you, as they start to do stretching exercises, while you lie there watching their hot taut bodies contorting, bending over, arching back, finding your muscle stretching as well as theirs. You wish you could touch yourself, give yourself some relief, but the ropes binding you make it an impossibility, and so you continue to watch, their sensual moves teasing you into a frenzy, and you're unable to avert your eyes as things get {if@ Male==true}harder and harder{else}ever more moist{endif} for you.

Finally, a brunette cheerleader blows a whistle and they gather around you in a circle, but it’s the statuesque brunette leader, looking down at you dismissively, who grabs your attention followed shortly thereafter by your {if@ Male==true}nutsack{else}nipples{endif}.

“The name’s Cordelia Chase,” she says, as she squeezes hard, your pain being offset by your pleasure in seeing her comrades stripping down around her and shaking their pompoms in your face. “But most people call me Cordy, which is kind of appropriate,” she says, as one of the other cheerleaders passes her some cords. “That’s right, me and the Booby Gang are going to show you the ropes.”

She takes one of the cords and ties it around your {if@ Male==true}balls, separating them from your ever-so-aroused cock, which she quickly ties another cord around the base of{else}breasts, pulling it tight{endif}. You start to say something but she squeezes hard once again, and twists. You scream but are silenced as one of the cheerleaders sticks some panties into your mouth.

“Give me a B, give me a U,” chant the cheerleaders. “Give me an S, give me a T.”

“Want to see my bust?” asks Cordelia, staring down at your {if@ Male==true}balls{else}now-sore nipples{endif}. The other cheerleaders snigger.