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“You know why I’m here… If you want to truly be one of us,you’ve got to know who is in charge.”

The team leader had planned to pay a visit to this rookie
cheerleader’s apartment for some time. Now that she had her all to herself, she
was going to take her time playing with her prey. The newcomer was certainly
talented during rehearsals, though to truly test her, there was only one way to
be sure that she’d be the right pick for the team.

“Complete control of your body is of uttermost importance in
our world, I’m going to test your control out for myself No matter what I do
you are going to remain perfectly still. Fail and I’ll know you aren’t cut out
for it.”

The first ten minutes wasn’t so bad, with the team leader
kissing her and fondling her; she knew to expect this, having been told that
she often preyed on the newer members in the most obscene of ways. It was when
her pussy became the target that she began to struggle to keep her legs and
body from moving involuntarily. As if sensing the difficulty, the older, much
more experienced girl bound the girl’s wrists together and slid a blindfold
over her.

“Don’t you dare move or say a word.”

The next 45 minutes was a tormenting exercise in
self-control as the girl’s body was slowly teased by such cruel, calculating
fingertips, before her pussy was cruelly tantalised by such faint, delicate
strokes of a devious tongue. It took all of her effort and will-power not to
thrust her hips up, though somehow, even as her whole body burned with need,
she maintained her composure. Only during the last 5 minutes of the seemingly
never ending hour did her pussy get much more direct attention. The feeling of
those lips pressing around her clitoris, feeling it being sucked and rolled
around under that expert tongue nearly made her cry out, though she managed to
only let out a gasp of pleasure. While her heavy breathing and occasional high
pitched moan from the back of her throat worried her, she could barely think of
the fact that failure may mean being kicked out of the cheerleader team, all
that was on her mind was of the hungry mouth enveloping her dripping wet sex.
The fact that it did not stop however made her feel in the back of her mind
that the little sounds being made were not an issue. It was when the heat of
orgasm reared its head however that she gave in, she had been so quiet, though
as that red hot climax burned through her, a gasp of unconstrained ecstasy
escaped her lips. She came hard just as the woman stopped. Her orgasm seemed
held in limbo, needing that mouth to return as her body convulsed, though she
was left without any more contact; she wanted to scream out for her to not
stop, but stopped short of doing it. The team leader simply watched as the girl
was overcome by the contrasting agony of climax and unfulfilled pleasure. Once
the ruined orgasm receded, the girl breathed heavily and remained still and
silent, curious as to what the verdict would be.

“Well done, you controlled yourself well, and didn’t say a
word even when I ruined your orgasm. Welcome to the team.”

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“Now, you are allowed one, single word. Yes, or no. Do you want me to stop touching, untie you, and leave right now?”