The Cheerleader's Last Hurrah
by GL

I never quite fit in at my school--or anyplace else, for that matter.  I was labeled a "geek" and a "nerd" and people constantly made fun of me and played practical jokes on me.  I was now a senior and the prom was coming up, which made me all the more depressed.  I couldn't think of any girl to ask to the prom who wouldn't just laugh and make fun of me.  If only Brittany felt about me the way that I felt about her.  Brittany was my next-door neighbor and I have had a crush on her since junior high.  I must have been crazy to even imagine that she would ever go for a guy like me.  I would stare at her for hours from up in the old oak tree that was in my front yard.

Brittany actually used to be nice to me until she met Rick at the start of 11th grade.  I had already noticed a change in the way that she was acting soon after she started hanging around with "the beautiful people".  Brittany joined the cheerleading squad and after that only associated with people who were the best looking and the most popular.  Rick was on the football team and I give him credit for single-handedly making my life a living hell through most of high school.

Rick was the one who poured milk on my head in the cafeteria while everyone laughed, and he was the one who tore my pants off and made me run across the quad in my underwear.  I was so embarrassed that I didn’t go to school for a whole week.  Rick was always calling me names like "loser" and "fag" and would tell people that I was gay because he never saw me with a girl.  So I was especially affected when I heard that Rick was dating my little angel, Brittany.

Brittany was one of the most beautiful girls at Rancho High.  She had long blonde hair,  deep blue eyes and an adorable upturned nose.  Everywhere she would go, guys were always staring at her and trying to meet her.  It also didn’t hurt that she had the most killer body you could ever imagine; a perfect hourglass shape with c-cup tits that stood straight out from her chest.  I would spend countless hours fantasizing about Brittany and what I would do if I could make love to her.  I still remember when she kissed me on the cheek at a birthday party when we were in the seventh grade.  After that day, Brittany became the object of my affection and it seemed that she was the only girl that I could talk to.

Despite the fact that Brittany - or Britt as I sometimes called her - got a reputation for being "stuck-up", I still never lost hope that maybe someday she would give me a chance.  But that all changed on Friday.  Earlier in the day I had overheard Brittany telling some of her cheerleader friends that she didn’t know who she was going to the prom with.  I knew that I had to work fast if I was going to ask her, so at lunch time I put my plan into action.  I saw that Brittany was sitting with the popular crowd in the middle of the cafeteria.  This made me feel uneasy, but I knew that it was now or never.

I went up to the table and asked Brittany if I could ask her something.  I could already hear her fiends giggling and saying the word "geek" under their breath. Brittany said  "I’m a bit busy now... " as if to shoo me away, but I told her that it was important so she stood up and told me to whisper it to her.  I leaned over and whispered that I thought she was the cutest girl in school and would she do me the honor of accompanying me to the senior prom.  Brittany instantly pulled away and sat down with a disgusted look on her face.  I felt so weak and dizzy that I thought I was going to faint.

"You want me to go to the prom with you?" Brittany exclaimed loudly.  "You have got to be kidding!"  The whole cafeteria could hear her as she and her friends laughed in my face.  "Why would I waste my time with a loser like you?" she said.

I tried to move but my legs were frozen.  Everything seemed like it was in slow motion and I felt like I was about to leave my body.  Just then I felt a hard smack on the back of my head.  I instinctively turned around and saw that it was Rick and a couple of his  friends.  Apparently he and everyone else had heard what Brittany said to me.

"Why would she have anything to do with a pussy like you?" Rick yelled.  He continued, "Besides, you are such a fag you should be asking a guy to the prom!"  The whole room laughed as Rick then tripped me and I fell onto some empty yogurt cartons.

I saw the door and crawled out and started running towards home.  I had never been so humiliated in my whole life and I knew that I could never go back there.  The more I reflected, the angrier I became.  I sat alone in my room, in the dark, feeling sorry for myself when all of a sudden a light bulb went on.  I was tired of being walked on and I was finally going to do something about it.  I thought of an ingenious plan to get even and "Plan A" would begin tomorrow.

Because I lived next door, I was very familiar with the comings and goings of that little bitch, Brittany.  The next evening I heard a horn honk and knew that it was Rick coming to pick up Brittany for the class party.  I had time until that whore would get what was coming to her.  I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was the unmistakable sound of Rick’s hot rod followed by Brittany walking  towards her front door.

It was time.

I opened up the bottle of ether that I had stolen from the science lab and generously soaked a large rag with it.  I tiptoed up the side of Brittany’s porch and got behind her as she fumbled for her keys.  I put my left arm around her neck and firmly held the ether soaked rag over her mouth and nose.  Brittany started to pass out and I felt her body go limp in my arms.

I carried her off the steps and around the side of my house to the work shed in the back that my dad had built for woodworking.  My parents were gone for a week visiting relatives so I had plenty of time to carry out my revenge.  I didn’t know how long the ether would last so I hurried to finish large cross for my little goddess.  It wasn’t exactly a cross because I had added two additional pieces of wood to the bottom at an angle making it look like a cross on the top and a peace sign on the bottom.  This way her legs could be spread and then bound.

My hands trembled as I cut off Brittany’s clothes.  She was lying back like a peaceful dreaming angel, not the raving, ball-cutting bitch that humiliated me at school yesterday.  Her full, creamy white breasts strained under the elastic of her undersized bra.  With one cut of my hunting knife, her bra fell to the sides exposing the most beautiful tits that I could ever imagine.  I knelt down and gently caressed and sucked those beautiful tits and became intoxicated by the musk of her perfume.

I was extremely aroused by this time and I could feel my cock swelling within my pants.  I quickly removed Brittany’s pants and felt her tan, shapely thighs. She had a thong on and the material barely seemed to cover her plump-looking mound.  I had to see it.  I pulled the thin panties down over her thighs and stared in awe at her perfect, beautiful pussy.  The lips of Brittany’s cunt were understated and perfectly symmetrical with only a little bit of fine blonde hair above them.  I ran my fingers lightly up and down her tightly-closed lips marveling at their softness.

I picked Brittany up and laid her on her back on top of the cross which was flat on the floor.  I pulled her arms out to the side and tightly bound her wrists, palms up.  Then I lined up her spread legs with the angled beams and bound her ankles.  I put wedges of wood under her feet and secured them.  I was finished with the preparations now and all I had to do was to wait for Brittany to awaken, but the sight of her naked body bound to the cross was too much for me.  I pulled out my huge, hard cock and stroked it slowly as I stood over her.  Afraid that I would make myself come too soon, I put my dick away and sat down close by.

After about twenty more minutes, Brittany started to wake up.  She was groggy from the ether and it took several minutes for her to realize the situation that she was in.  She tried to move her arm but couldn’t and looked at it and saw that it was tied down.

In a scared, little-girl voice she started sobbing, "What’s going on?  Where am I?  Help me, please!"  When Brittany looked down at the rest of her naked body bound to the cross, she really got scared and started yelling and screaming, "Oh my God, help me, help me please!!"

I felt it was time to clue that whining bitch in on just what was happening and who was in control.  I stepped from behind the shelf and Brittany immediately recognized me.

"Jeff, is that you?" she cried.  "What are you doing?"

"Shut your mouth, you filthy whore!" I yelled back at her.

Brittany was crying  and pleaded with me, "Don’t do this, let me go, I won’t tell!"

I told her to shut up and that it was too late.  I knew that if I would let her go now, I would go to prison for sure and hell if I’d do that.  Not for that bitch!  Now that she was awake, I was going to have some fun and get my revenge.  I stood over her and took my clothes off revealing my hugely erect cock.  She had a scared look on her face.

I growled, "I bet that you never would have guessed that a geek could have such a big cock!"  Brittany started to cry again.  I knelt over her face and squeezed my cock until some clear pre-cum dripped out and I rubbed it on her quivering lips.  She tried to turn her head but she couldn’t.  She jerked as I started smacking her in the face with my hard dick.  Tears were streaming down her red face and it seemed to excite me even more.

I then asked her, "Brittany, are you ready to feel some real pain; the kind that you caused me?"  She shook her head back and forth to tell me "no" but I laughed at her tears; the same way that she laughed at me at school.  I went over to the tool bench and got four quarter inch by three inch nails and a large hammer.  As I knelt over Brittany again, she looked at me in disbelief of what I was about to do.  I held the sharp nail against her open right palm and looked at her sobbing face until I saw the terror in her eyes.  I raised the hammer up high and swiftly brought it down pounding the thick nail all the way through her manicured hand.  Brittany let out a blood-curdling shriek that was so loud and guttural that it made me jump.  I looked at her hand and some blood was starting to drip out from around the nail.  Her face was twisted and contorted from the pain and she was moaning and crying in agony.  The sight of this suffering bitch turned me on so much that I felt my cock growing even larger.

I took another nail and put it against Brittany’s left palm and she started begging me to stop and to let her go as she cried like a baby.  I told her that she was right and that I was going to let her go.  As she started to mumble, "Thank you, thank you... " I quickly raised the hammer again and brought it down pounding the nail through her other hand.  She screamed and screamed from the excruciating pain as it shot through her body like a bolt of lightning.  It was gratifying to see this stuck-up cheerleader, who thought that she was so special, reduced to a broken lump of useless flesh.

I still had several more things to complete before putting "Plan B" into motion, so I grabbed another nail and waved it in Brittany’s face for effect.  She shuddered at the thought of having to endure even more pain than she was already in.  I could hear her begging again for me not to hurt her anymore.  I told her that she should have thought about that before as I placed the nail over the top of her foot.  I realized that the nail might not be long enough to go all the way through her foot so I got some "five inchers" from the bench.  I resumed my position with the nail pressed against the top of her right foot.  Brittany knew what was coming and started to cry and plead even more.  With a hard blow I slammed the hammer down hitting the nail and pounding it through her foot into the wooden wedge.  This one really must have hurt because she screamed much louder than before.  Brittany bellowed wave after wave of pitiful screams as her flesh was ripped apart by the nail.

I unfortunately did not have time to savor all of her agony so I took the last five inch nail and positioned it over Brittany’s left foot.  Her screaming and pain had not yet subsided from the previous nail as I brought the hammer down again.  As before, it easily penetrated her foot causing some pretty bad bleeding.  Her response was immediate.  Brittany let out another loud shriek as her eyes rolled back from the intense pain.

"There!" I exclaimed as I looked down at my handiwork with satisfaction.  The bitch was crucified!!

The sight of Brittany’s crucified, naked body sent a shiver through me and I realized that I had never been so sexually aroused.  My cock swelled to an immense size and the huge purple head began secreting more sticky droplets.  I knelt between her ravaged legs and began to taste the sweet juices from her exposed cunt.  This must have been a welcome relief from the horrible pain that I had been inflicting upon her.  After a few minutes, I started rubbing my big aching cock around the opening of her teenage cunt.  Brittany let out a grunt as I forcefully rammed my hard cock to the hilt.  Her whole body burned with pain as I stroked my cock in and out of her.  Because she was so tight, I felt that I was about to come within only a few minutes.

I pulled out and straddled her once beautiful face.  It was now contorted with agony from the holy crucifixion.  I forced my huge aching cock into Brittany’s inexperienced mouth and started pumping in and out causing her to gag and choke.  Her mouth was so hot and tight that I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer.  I placed both of my hands around Brittany’s throat and started to choke her as I force-fucked her mouth.  I could see she was having a hard time breathing as I continued to pump.  Her face turned purple as I was nearing orgasm.  She had a desperate, terrified look on her face.  I squeezed even harder and Brittany’s eyes started to bulge out.  I started to cum.  I pumped jet after jet of my hot cum in her mouth and throat as her pitiful life slipped away.  I felt her body go limp as I pulled my spent slimy cock out of her mouth.  That was the best orgasm that I ever had.  I now felt satisfied that that little bitch got what was coming to her.

It was now time to put "Plan B" into action.  I gathered up Brittany’s torn clothes and used them to wipe up much of the blood that had dripped from her feet and hands.  Then I put the remnants of the boards that I used to make the cross in the back of my dad’s truck.  I put the rest of the nails in my pocket and then found a vile with a cap.  I carefully filled it with some of Brittany’s blood.  Now it was time to load her in the truck.  I pulled the cross up and rested it on the end on the tailgate.  I picked up the other end and slid it in without too much trouble.  I covered the back of the truck and drove to a secluded area that I had already picked out.  I dug a four foot hole with a post digging tool and when I was done, I pulled the cross from the truck and planted it in the ground.  I then took one last look at the crucified Brittany and drove off.

I was in the alley behind Rick’s house within a half an hour and turned off the engine.  Fortunately the garage was unlocked, so I gathered up the wood remnants, nails and bloody clothing and hid them in the corner, but not too well.  I then scraped off some of the dirt from my shoes in an obvious place.  I tiptoed  out of the garage to the side where Rick’s car was parked.  I used a coat hanger and opened the car door in seconds.  I took the vile of blood from my pocket and dripped it in strategic places throughout the car.  I knew that Rick would be the number one suspect anyway because he was the last person to be seen with Brittany.  I just thought I would make the detective’s job a little bit easier.

I hurried home and waited for the fireworks.  The next morning I went outside and noticed a squad car parked in front of Brittany’s house.  The police were called when Brittany failed to come home.  I overheard her brother giving Rick’s name and address to the officer.  My plan was almost complete.

The next day I was watching the news and was shocked to hear that Rick had been arrested and charged with Brittany’s murder.

Revenge is so sweet.

THE END

"The Cheerleader’s Last Hurrah"  by Garrett Lewis/ Copyright 2000

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