Chapter 2011 The Cheerleaders Cunt Ritual:>Ep2
- "Yeah, the girls will show up soon, but they wanted us gone first for some reason." Dutch explained, and I heard a little frustration in his voice from having to follow orders and not being told the full story of why he was doing this.
- "Anyway, we've done our part. The girls said we'd be paid once they're done with the dork, so let's be off. My cousin said he could score us some beer and weed." Dutch told Bradley excitedly. The last sounds I heard for a while were their hurried footsteps as they left me, and then the slam of a far off door.
- I stewed in my terror for a few minutes before I found the resolve to collect myself. While the gag in the mouth prevented me from taking deep breaths, somehow it also made it more difficult for me to hyperventilate, which was helpful. Slowly I calmed down, and now that I was sure Bradley and Dutch were gone I attempted to test my restraints. Sadly they were well tied, and nothing I could do loosened them a bit or got me any more free. I couldn't shake off the hood on my head or spit out the gag either, despite my efforts. I did manage to figure out that I was tied to a pole, and that it was somewhat slender but still sturdy enough to firmly hold me in place.