The cheerleaders.

The pattering cascades of showers are within earshot, but the women taking them are out of sight; an ominous threat you don't yet have to face as these rapacious redheads escort you deeper into the locker room. Janine quickly undoes your handcuffs, and yanks your arms behind you; she wraps your bindings around a support beam and taunts you by waving a key in front of your scowling, tear-stained face.

She proffers the little silver trinket to Charlotte, who—instead of accepting it—begins a monologue, "Well, here's where we say farewell. I honestly can't thank you enough, Janine, but as an inadequate token of my boundless gratitude…" she pushes the taller girls hand back, "please, keep the key."

The Peregrines' captain simply smiles, and leaves… leaves you alone with the most dangerous girl you'd ever met. You swear you can see a silhouette taller than Janine over your captor's head, but your attention is planted on your current imperilment.

Charlotte licks her lips as she scrutinizes your sexy, bound body; placing her index finger in front of her smiling mouth in a hushing gesture, she takes a step closer and drops her ankle-length skirt to the floor— revealing underwear soaked with her own lust-juices. She reaches one of her hands into the waistband of her sopping wet panties and starts vigorously masturbating, not breaking eye contact with your blushing face.

"Ah! Ah! Ooooh~ the majesty of your embarrassment, it's so, uh~ so— uuuuhhhh~!!" Her eyes roll back as an orgasm overtakes her. "That was my fifth climax today, Sam. Why would a boy so sexy, feel so denigrated by female attention?" She says this whilst ogling you from head to toe, soon settling her gaze on your dangling cock, "Eh, never mind that quandary, I'd say it's my turn with you."

As she stalks towards you, you shout out, "No! No!! Let me go!! Please, somebody— mmmph!!"

The evil redhead stuffs her soaked panties into your mouth before you can get anyone's attention, her salty and sweet juices muffling your screams of protest. Gagged and chained up naked in the middle of the girls' locker room, you're unable to escape your fetters, unable to cry for help, your bare feet losing their traction on the wet linoleum floor while Charlotte commences your sexual ****.

You stare at your attacker with fear, wide-eyed as she gropes and squeezes you, carelessly feeling up your genitals while fingering herself again. It's not long, but it feels like forever, the violation as she explores your cock for her own perverse pleasure. Charlotte's mastrubation hastens, soon pulling her moaning self chest-to-chest to cum on you; her hot juices drip down your thigh as another orgasm wracks her slender body.

"Ooh~ Make that six. And don't be so quarrelsome Sam— I only wanted to cop a feel~"

Hiking her ankle-length skirt back over her narrow hips, Charlotte glares into your panicked eyes with a malefic smile. A stain beginning to form on her crotch, she calls out to the showers, "Hey giiiirls~ I've an incredible treat for you over here!"

You try to protest, or at least beg for mercy. "Mmmpphh!!! Mmphh!!! Mmmmpphh!!" But it's no use.

A miniature stampede of women approaches. Cheerleaders in varying states of undress twist their attention towards you, eyes widening and smiles growing as they realize the gift they'd been given: A sexy boy, helpless, humiliated, and naked. Hot, well-built girls—in towels, in miniskirts, and in the buff—lick their lips at the sight of you, allowing their animalistic urges to overtake them as they eye your trembling, sexy physique.

Half of them turn to thank Charlotte as the geeky sadist leaves—one even giving her a kiss on the lips—before, as a hive mind, they descend upon you, not like vultures but like locusts; swarming your helpless self so ravenously that it stops your heart.