I finally let you graduate. You thought you were finally free of me. You’d moved away to go to college… but you’ve been having some issues, so you head to the dean’s office, only to find me waiting for you. I promised you’d never get rid of me, and I kept that promise.I know you’re here to tell me about the torment the cheerleaders' sorority has been inflicting on you, but I already know all about it. I recount the story of you becoming their chastity slave, made to dress in panties, clean their house, and masturbate in front of them for their amusement. They also got their football friends to punch you, only stopping when you paid them.The cheerleaders also implemented a pre-game ritual, making you kiss their asses before each game. This escalated over time to include farts, then sharts, then a full on toilet box with your face inside. And of course there are photos and videos of all of this! You wouldn’t want those getting out… at least, not more than they already are.

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