I could scarcely believe that only a day ago I’d been a pampered princess. Now I was a naked captive, bound and helpless while three nude girls whip...ed me without mercy. They took turns for a time, noting with glee how I continued to struggle in my bonds. Then they began whipping me together, increasing the pace and the savagery of their assault. But then something amazing began to happen.I felt as if I were floating. The searing pain of my bottom took me to new heights of ecstasy, and I felt. My fellow cheerleaders whooped and twerked, performing topless, shaking pompoms or their tits at the crowd. When they did high kicks, they flashed naked pussies and toned rumps. I had overturned everything with my presence.My futa-cock changed the world's paradigm. Things were utterly different. “We want to be bred by you,” moaned a caramel skin cheerleader up front. She had green eyes that blazed in delight, her brown hair falling short about an almost elfin face. She looked like the cheer. As it crossed the back of my mouth and kept going into my throat, I reached out with my tongue to try and lick his balls.It took years for me to get used to the feeling of my throat spasming, trying to cough him back out while his hand held me in place, but the feeling he gets from the gentle squeezing of my throat muscles is more than enough reward for a little discomfort.He thanked God, less eloquently than I had, for his portion of our ritual,My nose attempted to get air into me, but the. I heaved myself up, found my shorts, slipped the earrings in my pocket and used the flashlight to make my way back to camp. I managed to slip into my tent and sleeping bag without waking Ron and slept soundly for about three hours before the smell of bacon and coffee awakened me.For the rest of our trip, I kept my secret secure. By day, we explored, hiked and swam in our island paradise, acting just like the young men that we were. But by night, I would creep away from the camp, don my earrings.