Cheers for Chicky X


Chicky X answers the call of the local authorities... agreeing to go undercover as an Empire Skullcrushers cheerleader... the Skulls mascot does a stunt every game where he devours a cheerleader... but these girls are never seen again... still no bodies or proof of wrong-doing can be found... and so in black hot pants and halter top... each with white skull logo... Chicky X go go dances during the timeout...

The crowd cheering... and clapping... as you go through your routine... a louder cheer going up as a large rubber skull bounds onto the floor... doing a routine for the crowd... waddling here and there... playing to the assembled crowd... running all around the arena... before turning towards the cheerleading section... as if selecting a target...

Chicky X giggles and shakes her white pom poms in the air with black gloved hands... though most of the crowd... as well as the skull... seem more intent on the shaking of the curve of ass protruding from the all-too-short short-shorts... the tight black ones with the white skull on the seat... belonging to the slender blonde with the bob cut...

The crowd cheering as their skull advances... chasing you around in circles... waddling quickly... chasing you to and fro before you finally succumb... and dive into the rubber flap between the skull teeth... where the operator is controlling the suit... a big man dressed in black from head to toe... reaching to grab hold of you...

Chicky X dances away from the first attack... looking horrified as the skull comes at her again... the crowd roaring as they already know what's coming... cheering as the cute blond is sucked up head first... round ass and flailing legs briefly on display... before disappearing completely... one pom pom... and then another being spit out... as the Skull mascot waddles about...

The man inside trying to secure your arms behind your back with steel cuffs... and then gag you... the cheers of the crowd stifling any screams... as the mascot waddles away with you inside... another cheerleader who won't be seen again...

Chicky X squeals as her wrists are cuffed... gasping as her costume is ripped away... hearing the crowd go wild as the tattered shorts and top are spit back out... leaving her in nothing but her own pink panties... as she is gagged... her ankles cuffed as well... writhing helplessly... the crowd roaring approval as the Skull exits through the tunnel...

The Skull waddling past the dressing rooms and right out of the stadium... to where a black van is waiting... hopping in the back... before the operator wriggles out of the mouth... holding you tightly... two more men on each side grinning... "Not bad... this one's going to fetch an even higher price than usual..."

Chicky X looks all around... with wide blue eyes... shaking her head as she is manhandled into the black van... pert modest-sized breasts jiggling tightly... squirming ass balling up... half in... half out of her pink panties... hung upside down from a hook in the back of the van... by the cuffs on her ankles...

The men laughing as the van drives away... "We've got enough now to fill that order... once this one's caged and ready to go, we can head to another stadium and start again... it's getting a little too hot around here..." The men gripping and squeezing... groping and pinching... and generally exploring every inch of bound body on display...

Chicky X squirms frantically as her tits are squeezed... and her ass spanked... shaking her head... gagged lips pouting as her hair is gripped... eyes blinking as her face is pressed to one man's crotch... her nose and cheek rubbed against the rock-hard shape of his erect cock...

The van turning and driving towards a seemingly disused warehouse as the gag in your mouth is replaced with a thick shaft... pounding ruthlessly into your throat as the three abductors take turns... before the van pulls to a halt... and the gag is replaced... before you're carried over one shoulder and into the warehouse... the sound of gagged pleading filling the space...

Chicky X swallows hard... choking... thankful for the long upside down ride to be over... even as the fingers of a cruel hand press the pink fabric of her panties deep into her ass crack... hearing the pleading sounds all around... making a few mews of her own as she realizes the tracking device was on the costume spit back out at the arena...

The men grinning... carrying you past a series of iron cages... barely large enough to kneel in... various cheerleaders kept like battery hens... bound and gagged... mewling helplessly... as the men bring you towards you own cage... the door swinging open wide...

Chicky X looks about furtively... trying to think... not wanting to become the last item of a slave shipment if she can help it... but a little short on ways out of her predicament at the moment... the steel cuffs quite unbreakable... the cage quite small... forcing her to huddle up... boobs to knees... tears streaming down her cheeks...

The men chuckling as they close the door and lock it... leaving you trapped in the cage... feet pressed against the steel cage door... the men looking over their six captives... "Not bad... we can get them crated up and shipped off by tonight... too bad we don't have time for any more fun..." one of the three grinning as he moves over to your cage... "Well, I need to piss first..."

Chicky X murmurs in protest as she is sprayed with warm acrid urine... hair mated to cheek... splattering across the tops of her shoulders... trickling down... breasts... knees... arms... cold by the time it dampens her panties... and the wrists she continues to try to work free of the tight cuffs...

The nasty liquid helping you to slip free of the cuffs... as you manage to get one hand almost all the way free before the three men leave... finally popping loose... even as the door creaks from the pressure of your feet on it...

Chicky X brings her hands in front of her... the cuffs dangling from one wrist... blinking as the door creaks... bracing herself... back pressed against the back of the cage... grunting... slender thighs flexing as she kicks out with all her strength...

The lock holding fast... but the hinges breaking... sending the door clanging out across the warehouse... giving you room to wriggle free of the cage and get yourself out of the cuffs... wondering how long the three captors will be gone...

Chicky X almost grins... panting with excitement... frantically taking the pin from one of the broken hinges... putting it to work on the cuffs on her ankles... managing to pick the lock... then the ones dangling from her wrist as well... getting to her feet... looking about for something she could use to pry open the other cages...

One of the bars of the cage door having come loose... a long flat bit of metal... enough to pry off the other doors one by one... as you work frantically... knowing that any moment the three cheernappers might be back... possibly armed... or with reinforcements...

Chicky X goes quickly from one cage to the next... freeing the captive cheerleaders one by one... leading them to the door... looking for the van that brought her... intending to send them on their way if possible... before dealing with the cheernappers herself... topless or no...

The last cheerleader freed when the doors open... the three men walking back in... shocked to see their captives free again... one of them running for the door... to fetch a weapon or reinforcements... the other two moving in... "I don't know how you got out, but you're going back in those cages..."

Chicky X shakes her head... "I don't think so... I'm Cheerfighter and this mascot scam is finished..." her pert boobs swinging pertly back and forth as she runs forward like only a genetically-enhanced girl can... leaping into a splits kick... pink panties pulling tight over her sex...

The kick landing hard on one of the two faces... sending the kidnapper tumbling back... nose broken and out of the fight... the other managing to roll with the kick and only staggering back... as the third kidnapper returns... brandishing a taser... snarling... "Stand still... or I'll use this..."

Chicky X eyes the man with the taser... "On one of your own if you're not careful..." spinning in a flash of flesh... swinging the cage bar in her hand at the taser in the hand of the cheernapper... aiming to send it flying at the already staggered man who didn't go down from her kick...

The taser knocked out of one man's hand... and into the other's face... who reacts with shock in every sense... taking the full voltage and going down like a sack of potatoes... the one remaining kidnapper clutching his hand... wide-eyed... then charging you... aiming to knock you off your feet with the force of his momentum...

Chicky X brings her knee up between his legs as he tackles her... bringing the bar up in front of her to block and fend him off as she rolls to her back... attempting to toss him overhead as she goes down and rolls... hoping to come out on top... straddling her attacker... if successful...

The knee crunching home... as the bar smacks him hard in the chin... and you both roll over... leaving you on top as planned... and the final kidnapper groaning in pain underneath... before you put his out of his misery with another smack from the steel bar...

Chicky X gives a thumbs up to watching cheerleaders... drags the three men one by one to the van... cuffing them to each other with their own cuffs... finding keys to the van on one... telling the cheerleaders to watch the men... driving toward the DDSTV Tower to get herself and the other victims clothes... smirking as she hears the kidnappers groaning in the back... the cheerleaders getting their revenge...

(Feb 2010)