Cheerleaders always have sex with the audience

"I wish that cheerleading wasn't about dancing and acrobatics. Instead, I wish all cheerleading performances involved them having sex. I wish that random people from the audience would be selected during the game, brought down to the field, and have sex with all the cheerleaders, except the captain, in front of everyone. On the other hand, I wish it was the captain's role to encourage the fucking, and teach them the best ways to pleasure the crowd. I wish all cheer rehearsals had big audiences. Also, I wish I could hear your conversations."

"No, no NO!" Jess shouted as her legs shook from arousal. The feeling of pleasure was mixed with her heart sinking in horror at what her master just wished for. The duding sensations were too much for her, and she fell to her knees, as her juices flowed down her legs.

"Jess, JESS! What's wrong? You're leaking so much!" Sam yelled as she turned off the music and ran over to her captain. "Somethings been bothering you all day."

"I... I'm fine... I... no I'm not... I can't do this anymore... I... I'm not strong enough..." Jess whimpered in a brief moment of weakness inflicted by her master's perversion.

Cockgobbler, placing a hand on her shoulder, encouraged her. "That's not true. I may not know what's going on, but you're one of the strongest people I know. You inspire us all captain."

Jess smiled slightly, while Cockgobbler turned to the bleachers. She shouted, "Isn't that right everyone?!"

Jess suddenly heard a cacophony of applause and cheers.

"Jess! Jess! Jess! Jess!"

Looking up in horror, Jess saw that the bleachers, which previously only had Kevin, were packed. Hundreds of her classmates, teachers, and even non-students, were all in the audience, cheering her on. Their support honestly would have been inspiring, had it not been for the terrifying circumstances.

Sam leaned down next to Jess. "See, they all believe in you, and so do we. Now, are you going to just sulk there, or are you going to give them what they came for?"

Jess looked at her, "C-came for?”

Sam smiles, “Well yeah. I mean, they can only get blue-balled for so long. We only have so many hours in a practice to get gang banged.”

Jess whimpered, “No, this is all wrong. We're supposed to be doing cheer practice... there shouldn't be so many people."

Sam looked confused. "Uh.... what are you talking about.... how could we possibly do cheer practice without so many people? Who would fuck us?”

Jess, trembling, got to her feet. Her mind was in denial of what her master had wished for.

"We... we were just going to do a dance routine... we were practicing that..."

Cockgobbler was looking increasingly worried about Jess. "What are you talking about? You mean like pole dancing? Isn't that a little basic?"

"No! Just... normal dancing... cheering for our team! That's what cheerleading is!" Jess insisted, refusing to let her master take this piece of her identity away from her. "And we only need an audience during a game! We don't need them for practice!"

Zara, who had been distracted groping herself, finally tore her eyes away from her knockers. "I'm totally lost. I mean, I know sometimes we run masturbation drills, or have sex with each other, but those are just warm ups. What would be the point of practicing if we didn't let the crowd fuck us into oblivion?"

Cockgobbler added, “Yes, just yesterday you were complimenting my anal, and Sam's orgasm moans.”

Sam interjected, "I mean, obviously YOU don't have to do it, but we're not the captain..."

"No! No! NO!" Jess screamed, her voice so loud that the audience could hear. "Chearleading isn't about fucking! It can't be! IT CAN'T!"

Cockgobbler was deeply concerned for her friend now. Tiffany tried to talk some sense into her. "Jess... having a public orgy till the crowd cums is literally what cheerleading is. That's what it ALWAYS has been... I mean... for as long as its existed."

Sam added, "That's right. It's what we do every day at practice. I mean, we've had hundreds of cheer practices together, and sure, we can scissors each other just to get warmed up, but we always get each hole fucked a dozen times at least. That's just basic preparation for the real thing."

"B-but... I..." Jess tried to argue, her ability to deny this reality quickly fading. The true horror of all of this was dawning on her. She looked up at the bleachers, unable to find Kevin who had blended with the crowd.

Did that fucking pervert realize what he had just done? He hadn't just done this to her friends. There must have been millions of cheerleaders thought history... tens of millions... maybe more. With a single wish, he had turned those millions of girls into prostitutes. Football games were now public orgies with a sport happening in the background.

And not only that, if her master's wishes really were retroactive, that meant that all of her squad mates had been fucked hundreds, maybe thousands of times by strangers. And had done so in front of thousands of cheering audience members.

Looking at Sam, she thought back to how proud her family had been when she became a cheerleader. In this new reality, was that still the case? Were they excited and proud of their little girl for being a public whore? Had they gone to games and cheered as they watched their daughter getting screwed up the ass?

It was all too much. Cheerleading was such a core part of her identity. Of all of the things Kevin had inflicted on her, this shook her very soul. There's no way he could possibly understand what this meant for her.

Turning to the bleachers, and no longer caring if people thought she was crazy. "Master! Please! You can't do this you fucking pervert! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME... THEM!”

"Kevin? What does he have to do with anything?" Zara asked, but Jess ignored her.

The audience grew silent, not understanding why the cheer captain was screaming. What sort of conversation was happening down there?

Meanwhile, Kevin thought to himself for a moment, having listened to the entire exchange due to his wish. He was surprised by her reaction. He thought she would be grateful that he had excluded her. He had done so because he knew he couldn’t change her memory to think this was all normal. Plus, he didn’t want some stranger having sex with her, when he was supposed to be her master.

He started to get angry. He was pissed that she didn’t appreciate his mercy.

Clearly she still didn’t understand, Kevin thought. Perhaps he was too soft on her.

He opened his mouth and made another wish.