The Saga of Stella #8:
The Cheerleaders’ Torment
By Marcus Lycus
The story of Satan’s Cheerleaders continues!
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Marcus Lycus
February 2008
Issue #8 – The Cheerleaders’ Torment!
“We’re in hot pursuit!” The sheriff yelled as his cruiser chased the Dodge Charger down the country lane. “Them Earl boys ain’t getting away this time! They don’t know the old creek bridge is out!” The police car sped up.
Ahead of them the bright red Dodge Charger accelerated and smashed right through the sign saying ‘bridge out’. Sunlight sparked off the Confederate Battle Flag on its roof. It headed right for the embankment, sped up even more, and jumped!
The horn played Dixie as the muscle car soared over the creek. The police car tried the same jump but flopped uselessly into the muddy creek.
“We shur showed the sheriff huh Hank?”
“Shur did Derrick. Shur did.”
“Hey, I know we wuz jumping the creek but how come the General Jackson ain’t come down yet?”
“I dunno cuz, I dunno.”
“Well maybe I can answer that” giggled a feminine voice from under the car. “You’re taking the Stella express, straight to jail!”
“Aw shoot!” They cursed.
Minutes later Stella deposited the car gracefully in front of the county lock-up; Boss Bull was waiting for them.
“Why thank ya Miss Stella, them Earl boys have been selling their illegal moonshine for years, damn stuff made three kids go blind last summer. And I can’t prove it, but I think they’ve been having carnal relations with their cousin.”
“Stars and comets! I’m glad I was passing through then. Let me know if you ever need help again!” She waved and took off. It was so nice to bust some ordinary crooks for a change.
“STELLA! STELLA!” Came a harsh ultrasonic cry. The girl of the stars sighed and detached her belt-buckle communicator.
“I’m coming Gloria.”
“Well hurry up. And don’t use my real name over the radio!”
“Yeah Minx, OK, I know.”
“Now hurry up and come to the State Police station, we have to find Miss Angel and those four cheerleaders!”
“I know Minx, I know… I’m coming.”
***
Cindi woke up in a box. A small box. It was about 3 feet high and 3 feet wide and maybe six feet long. Hunched in a ball she took up about half of it. On her hands and knees she could crawl from one side to the other. It was metal. It was cold.
One end was a door, a strong metal one with a barred window on it. Peeking out, she could see a concrete storage room, with one lonely bulb hanging from the ceiling. She stuck a hand through the bars and could just reach the latch. It was locked with a thick padlock, she couldn’t budge it.
On the other end was a coffee can with a plastic top and a thin blanket. She opened the can, there was nothing inside.
Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry.
“Hello?” She finally said. “Anyone there?” But there was no answer.
She was still in her cheerleading uniform. Her tight white sweater with the Beavers logo stretched across her breasts, her short white pleated skirt, her ankle-high bobby socks and her white sneakers. Even her sandy blond hair was tied up in a white ribbon.
“Hello?” She said again, louder this time. “Patti? Kristi? Debbi? Miss Angel? Hello? I don’t want to be alone!”
No answer.
“HELLO! IS SOMEONE THERE!” She yelled. She kept yelling until her voice cracked and her throat was raw. There was no answer.
She kicked at the sides of the box; she put her back against one side and pushed with both her legs. Her legs were strong after four years of jumps and splits and kicks but not strong enough to budge the metal sides. She pushed until her legs ached, until tears fell down her cheeks in frustration but made no progress.
Finally she pulled the thin blanket up, curled into a ball and fell into a restless sleep.
She woke up with a start. Someone was in the room! She heard him moving and squinted through the bars. He was a farmer, dressed in a faded plaid shirt and patched overalls. He had stubble and dirt under his fingernails and was chewing tobacco but he was the most welcome man she had ever seen.
“Hello! Please help me!” She croaked with her dry throat. “Someone locked me in here! Please! Just tell me where I am?”
But he ignored her. He crossed the room, picked up a cardboard box in the corner and walked out. He never even looked at her.
Cindi watched the door for what felt like hours. She could see the shadows under it move. It was daytime outside. But no one else came. She started to cry. She huddled in a ball again and fell asleep huddled against the door.
She awoke with another start. Someone was inside. But this time she was too slow, by the time she woke up the door was already closing. But something had changed. This time there was a stool in front of her cage, and on it was a bottle of coke and a couple of twinkies. It made her mouth water just to see them. She reached for them and could just grab the edge of the stool between two fingers. She slowly and carefully pulled it closer. The bottle of coke wobbled but did not fall. Finally she could grab the food and pull it into her cage. She wolfed down the twinkies. Nothing had ever tasted so good. She drank half the coke before she was full. She burped loudly then laughed.
Then she felt it. She had to go. Bad.
Now she knew what the coffee can was for. She backed towards it and pulled off the top. She peeled down her white panties, blushing red. Balancing herself with one hand on the roof and one on the floor she managed to use the coffee can and not spill a drop. She quickly put the top on and pushed the can as far from herself as she could.
Cindi decided to save the rest of the coke for later.
Twice now someone had entered when she was asleep, so she figured they were waiting for her to close her eyes. She hunched into a ball by the door and closed her eyes most of the way. She waited.
And waited.
Finally she fell into a light sleep.
“Ah!” She opened her eyes with a start. There was someone in there. Another hillbilly-type in ripped jeans and a faded shirt. He was just standing there, looking at her.
“Um, hi?” She said hesitantly. He just stood there, chewing tobacco.
“Hey mister, can you let me out of here? It’s real cold and real cramped.” He stared, he chewed.
“Can you talk mister? Can you tell me where I am? Why I’m here?”
He crouched down looking at her. Like the other farmer he had leathery skin, a scraggly beard and was missing a few teeth. He smiled at her.
“Please mister? I just want to know where I am, what’s going on. Please… just say something?”
He got up and turned to leave. Cindi’s arm reached out and grabbed his jeans. “Please mister, please, I’ll do anything! I…” He waited. She let go of his jeans and slumped down in defeat. He spat and left.
He’d left behind another ‘meal’. Ding-dongs and 7-up this time. Cindi polished them off and used the can to do number 1 and number 2.
This time Cindi tried to keep awake doing stretches in her small cage. She kneeled, extended one bare leg and bent over it until she could touch her toes. Then did the other leg. She lay down on the cold metal and did some girl pushups. She kept it up, it was only way to fight off the cold and boredom and fear.
After a while, she heard the door open again. She pressed her face against the bars, it was the same guy. He was carrying a tray of food, real food; she could smell the chicken and gravy. Her mouth watered, after nothing but twinkies and coke she needed that food.
“Mister! Mister please! Please tell me what’s going on! Please let me out!” He stood in front of her and grunted. She started to cry. “Please mister! Where are my friends? What do you want? Just tell me! I…” This is where she had stopped last time; she had thought it but hadn’t been able to say it. This time though, “I’ll do anything you want! You can do anything you want! I’ll… I’ll suck your cock okay? I’ll suck your cock!”
He looked down on her with a big grin on his face. Apparently Cindi had said the right thing.
He reached into his shirt and pulled out a key. He opened the door. Cindi hesitated until he gestured, “Come on out girly, don’t got all day.”
She crawled out and waited on her hands and knees for him to tell her what he wanted. She was afraid to find out. His eyes crawled up and down her tan legs and the curve of her back. She shivered.
“Stand up girly.” He gestured too, as if she might not understand.
Getting up hurt! Cindi had been stretching in her cage but her muscles still ached as she stood up for the first time in a long time. She put her hands over her head and stood on her tip-toes stretching and sighed with relief. She was also glad he’d told her to stand up, maybe he didn’t want a blowjob, maybe things would be OK.
The hillbilly walked to a shelf and said “turn round girly, put yo hands behind yo back.” Cindi complied. Anything was better than that cage.
She felt him wrap some rough rope around her left wrist. He tied it tight; she could feel the circulation being cut off. Then he tied a loop around her right wrist just as tight. Next he wrapped the rope around her forearms tight enough to pull them together and even wrench her shoulders. “Ow!” Cindi cried. He ignored her and tied them tightly at the elbows.
Still standing behind her he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Wat’s yo name girly?”
“My name? Um… Cindi.”
“Cindi ay? Sin-D. I like that name. Gonna do me some sin.” He put a filthy hand on her left breast and squeezed. “High priest say we can’t do nuttin to you cause he needs a maiden. Can’t even take yo clothes off. That’s wot he says. An I gonna listen to the High Priest, he fuck yo up if yo don listen to him.” He squeezed her breast harder. Another hand cupped her sex and squeezed. Cindi rubbed her legs together involuntarily and moaned.
“What are you doing?”
“I ain’t doing nutting. That’s what the high priest says I gotta do. Nuttin.” He rubbed her sex more vigorously and lifted his hand; Cindi had to balance on her tiptoes to keep his fingers from entering her dry and closed pussy. He pinched her clitoris and rubbed her labial lips.
“Hey!” She said but he painfully pinched her nipple. She got the idea and closed her mouth. His hand on her breasts got more gentle, now it lifted her breast and rubbed the nipple through her tight white sweater. The hand on her sex was also slower, almost lovingly rubbing her clit and stroking her vulva like a loving pussy cat. He nibbled on her ear and she gasped. After so long in the cage this was really, really getting to her. She was a cheerleader, used to moving her body, used to long evenings in the backseat of a chevy, she felt her pussy getting warm and moist. His crotch was pressing against her ass, gyrating and making her move. Her legs started to feel weak, she lowered herself a bit. Right on to his waiting fingers.
“UH!” she gasped. The digits pushed through the thin white panties into her love canal and wiggled. It felt so good. He was kissing her neck. He was rubbing her breasts. Another finger slipped in. “UH!” She moaned again. She wiggled her hips and pushed her tight ass against his crotch. She could feel the erection through the hillbilly’s jeans. He pushed his hand up harder, lifting her off her feet, now her entire weight was supported by those wiggling fingers pushing deep, deep inside. “AH!” She yelled. She could feel streams of juice running down her thighs. She couldn’t believe it. She was cumming; this goddamn hillbilly was fingering her into an orgasm!
He lowered her feet to the floor. “Ahhh…” She sighed. He pulled out his fingers with a pop and pushed her. She fell face-first onto the concrete floor. With her hands still tied so cruelly she could only turn her head and let her breasts and stomach take the impact.
“Git up, on yo knees girly. Yo got yours, now I wanna get mine.” He kicked her ribs to make the point. Cindi managed to wiggle on to her knees and face him.
He unzipped.
The smell was overpowering. Had we washed in weeks? Cindi didn’t want to know. If she’d had more in her stomach she might have puked. Instead she just swallowed hard and licked her full lips. ‘I got two choices’ she thought ‘I can suck him off, or I can sit in the cage till I starve to death and maybe if I do a good enough job he’ll let me out’. She opened her mouth and took his dick into it.
“UK!” She gurgled. He’d grabbed the back of her head and pulled until his filthy cock was choking her. Panicking she writhed and shook until he relaxed his hold and let her breath. Then he did it again! And again! Cindi had given head dozens of times before but nothing like this!
She tried to relax her throat and let the shaft slide in like a popsicle, in and out, in and out. She fought the urge to gag. She could feel the filthy cock with her tongue; it was getting hotter, starting to throb. Her eyes went wild, NO! No one had ever dared cum inside her! She tried to say something but all that came out were sexy little whines. Then she felt it. She tasted salt and felt something hot pass down her throat. The hillbilly let her go and she fell to the floor gasping. Before Cindi could recover he shoved her back in her cage and locked the door.
He left the food on a stool near the cage. She could still smell it but with her hands tied she couldn’t reach it.
She felt her stomach heave. The foul cum and the smell of the hot food were making her sick. She looked at the coffee can. With her hands tied it would be hard, but it was doable…
She crawled to the can and opened it with her teeth. The smell of piss and shit hit her button nose. She started to pant, she could feel her stomach churn, taste the puke rising. She spat out the top, put her face over the foul can and opened wide.
Considering how little she had to eat, Cindi puked for a very long time. It was hard to keep her balance without her hands and hard to aim but she manage to keep all but a few drops in the can. Finally the heaving stopped and she just crouched there panting.
The smell filled the tiny cage. She crawled to the corner and picked up the plastic cover with her teeth. Crawling back she tried to fit it over the metal rim and seal it. She had to position it with her teeth and then push with her chin; it was hard, delicate work. A bit too much for the abused teen. She pushed a bit too hard, and the can upended itself all over her.
Covered in her own waste products the teen girl started to cry.
***
“Tell me what you know officer.”
“Well Miss Minx-“
“Ms.”
The state policeman snarled. He hated superheroes, he hated yankees, he hated people who came in and told him how to do his job and he hated women’s lib. So relations with the Minx were not going well. But she’d saved the governor’s life back when she was Night Fox Girl so the word from the capital was to give her anything she wanted.
“Well Miz Minx, it seems that Miz Angel and her four cheerleaders were on their way to the school’s opening game and they never arrived. We’ve checked every inch of the interstate, no sign of them or their car.”
“And that’s it?”
“Yeah, that’s it. We put out an APB and we’re waiting for word. You know how things are these days with wimmins lib and what not. They’re probably off somewhere smoking the wacky weed.”
The Minx turned and walked out. Obviously the police were going to be useless. She jumped in her Ferrari convertible and roared out towards Suzy’s high school.
***
“Uh…” Debbi moaned. “Where am I?”
The cheerleader was in a dark, windowless room. Her head throbbed from where that weird priest had hit her. She could feel dried blood on her cheek. She tried to move but couldn’t.
She was hanging from an X-shaped apparatus, spread eagled against the wall, her hands and ankles chained to each point. Her socks and shoes were gone though her short pleated skirt and tight white sweater were still on. The leather cuffs were padded so they didn’t hurt but when she pulled on them there was hardly any give. Her shoulders and arms ached. Debbi realized she must have been hanging by them while she was unconscious. She wondered how long she had been out.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could make out something across the room, some kind of table, or altar decorated with a goat skull and an inverted pentagram.
Comprehension dawned on her.
“LET ME OUT!” She screamed. “HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE! ANYONE!”
The door opened. The brown-robed priest entered, his pentagram medallion proudly displayed on his chest.
“Hello my child, have no fear, I am here.”
“I-“
“I think we may have gotten off to a bad start. I am Brother Barnicus.”
“Please don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you? I won’t hurt you; after all I am a man of the cloth. I would never even touch you; I must keep myself pure, devoted only to my lord.” He bowed to the altar and made the sign of the pentagram.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s right; you’re like a priest or something. So um, please let me go?”
“Go? Oh I can’t do that. I have something even better for you. Tonight you will become the bride of the Dark Lord.”
“But…”
“Yes, the prophesy tells us tonight a pure maiden shall become the Dark Lord’s bride and we shall all receive our reward!” He ran his eyes up and down Debbi’s petite frame, taking in the tan thighs, the heaving breasts and her wide brown eyes. He licked his lips. “Yes, yes, tonight the Dark Lord will ravish you, you with your breasts and hips and legs and hair…” He walked up to her and smelled her hair; he ran his fingers through it and sighed. “And skin” he licked her cheek, then her neck. Debbi turned her head away in disgust. “And breasts!” He fondled her breasts through her tight sweater. “And legs!” He ran his sweaty hands up and down the squirming girl’s legs. “And… and… PUSSY!”
He reached between her legs and squeezed hard. Debbi screamed!
The monk put both sweaty hands on her buttocks and squeezed, he pushed his crotch against hers and thrust again and again. Debbi could feel his member through her skirt, through her panties, through his robes pushing against her labial lips. His mouth was sucking at her neck. He pushed, and pushed again and then.
“UH! UH! Uhhhh…” He let go, a dark spot forming on his robes. He raised his hand to her face and let a tear fall on his finger. He licked it.
“Don’t cry my child, you should be honored.”
“W-why? What are you going to do to me?”
“Yes Brother, what are you going to do to her?!”
The door slammed open and the sheriff barged in.
“Oh sheriff! Thank god!”
SLAP! “Don’t use that word!” Barnicus yelled.
“So you found her huh? When were you planning on calling me?”
“Ah, yes sheriff, you see, I was just… that is…I was… she was…”
“I can see what you two were doing.”
“She wanted it you know, her kind always does.”
“What do you know about women Barnibus?”
“I… I read. A lot. And I have dreams. You know.”
“No, I really don’t. Now let her down, we have to get them ready.”
“Yes sheriff, of course sheriff.”
“Sheriff! What’s going on? You have to let me go! He’s not a real priest; he’s like a devil worshiper or something.”
The sheriff grunted. “Why? Cause he’s got one of these?” He took out his pentagram medallion and smiled. “Now gag her and let’s get going.
Debbi cried the whole way down the mountain. They’d cuffed her hands behind her back and gagged her but hadn’t returned her shoes. Rocks and twigs cut her feet, branches lashed her legs. And above everything was the fear. What were they going to do to her?
Finally they reached the road and the police car. The sheriff opened the trunk and pushed her in. He slammed it shut and they got moving.
***
“So Mr. Principal you say they left for the big game never arrived.”
“Yeah, Miss uh, Minx is it?”
“Ms.”
“Right. Anyway it’s mighty funny Ms. Minx. I mean those girls, they could be a bit wild but Miss Angel, she was a good egg. Something must have happened.”
“Is there anyone else missing? Anyone else acting oddly?”
“Yes, now that you mention it, Jack the janitor didn’t come in today. Didn’t call either.”
“Do you have his address?”
***
“Hey cheer-piggy! Come here cheer-piggy!”
Kristi squirmed in the mud, pulling herself off of her side and getting back on her hands and knees. Her ankles and wrists were still tied; they’d been tied all night. Separated by just a few inches of cloth. She could only crawl through the mud to the gate. Three farmers were waiting there for her, looking cruel, and degenerate and horny. One smiled at her with a gap-toothed grin. He took a swig from his moonshine jug and opened the gate. “Come on out cheer-piggy!”
Kristi crawled out of the pig pen. Her legs were coated in mud and her arms up her elbows. She could feel some squishing inside her white cheerleader panties. There was mud on her cheeks and in her hair. She’d slept next to a pig and she could smell the pig on herself. The rich cheerleader wished she could just die.
“Please guys, please. My daddy has money. He can pay you. No one has to know.”
The farmers all laughed at that. “Oh he has money does he? Well we won’t be needed money before too long. We’ll have all the money in the world after tonight. But first we gotta get you all cleaned up for the ceremony. Wouldn’t want the High Priest thinking we didn’t take care of you.”
Kristi felt a little better. She didn’t like the sound of that whole High Priest thing but a hot shower would make her feel tons better.
“Lie down cheer-piggy!” The farmer’s boot kicked her across the face and knocked Kristi on her side. She lay there in shock. No one had ever hit her before! Her parents were much too modern and of course no one in school dared to make trouble for her. So she just lay there, whimpering.
“Come on guys; let’s give cheer-piggy here her shower!”
The farmer who imprisoned her opened his fly, the others did the same.
‘Oh my gawd, they’re going to make me suck them off! Just like that time those guys in school got me drunk!’
Then the piss came.
The three hillbillies pissed all over the brunette, with special attention to her mouth and hair.
Urine flowed down her face soaking her uniform. Kristi tried to keep her mouth closed but couldn’t help sobbing. She swallowed some of the salty liquid and it only made her cry more.
***
“About time you got here.”
“Sorry Minx there were these redneck bootleggers and then this truck driver with a monkey and I helped the police and-“
“Save it Stella. We need to check this place out.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a bit of a long shot but the guy who lives here is the janitor at the school. He didn’t come to work today and some of the students said they got weird vibes from him.”
Without breaking stride the Minx picked the lock on Jack the janitor’s apartment door. The two heroines walked in.
“Yuk!” Stella said.
“Yeah.”
The smell of unwashed clothes, unwashed dishes and rotting food hit the two. Even for a bachelor pad it was gross. But the two crime fighters held their breath and got to work.
The only magazines were playboy, penthouse and hustler. They didn’t find any books until Stella found a xeroxed copy of the Satanic bible under the filthy mattress.
Finally they found the altar inside a closet. It was just a crude wooden thing with a goat skull and a pentagram but it chilled their hearts. They were clearly on the right track. And they had to hurry before something happened to the missing women!
***
Suzy Angel awoke with a splitting headache.
She was in a windowless concrete room, the air tasted damp and musty. She was lying on a cot attached to the wall, a metal toilet and sink were next to the cot and the far wall was just a row of bars. A jail cell then. But she hadn’t done anything!
She sat up. Her head swam and her stomach churned. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was having tea with the sheriff’s wife.
“Hello?” She called out timidly.
The door at the end of the hall opened and the sheriff appeared.
“Sheriff Morningstar! What’s going on? Why am I in here?”
“That’s where we put criminals Missy Angel.”
“But I didn’t do anything! It was Jack; he tried to kidnap us, then had a heart attack.”
“That’s what you said; it’s not what he says.”
“He’s alive?”
“Yep, and he says you gals hijacked his truck and beat him up.”
“But that’s not what happened!”
“Well Missy Angel you’re gonna be in here until we figure that out.”
“But, but, where are the girls? They can tell you what happened!”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head; the girls are in good hands.
“S-sheriff? What are you talking about?”
“Oh you can stop calling me sheriff. After tonight I won’t have to pretend any more.” He took the tin star off his shirt and tossed it in the corner. “Call me High Priest, or even better… call me Master.” He dropped his gun belt on the floor and opened the cell door. “The Dark Lord said his chosen bride was coming tonight, so we gotta keep our hands off them. But you… No one said nothing about you teach.”
“Stop! Wait! What are doing?”
The sheriff dropped his pants and reached for Miss Angel’s blouse. He tore it open with one strong pull.
“Nice teach, real nice. Helluva lot nicer than that old hag I’m married to.”
“Sheriff, please…”
“Oh you want it, I know you want it. You liberated modern women like to pretend and to lie, but I know you really want a real man to show you what it means to be a woman.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her over on her stomach. She tried to struggle.
“Please! No!”
CLIK-CLIK he handcuffed her wrists behind her back and bent her over the cot. He pulled down her jeans and panties.
“Tonight your cheer girls will get theirs, but now you’re gonna get yours.”
“AH!”
***
“Excuse me sir? Do you know Jack?” Stella held up a picture they’d found in Jack’s apartment. The bartender grunted and turned his back.
Stella and Minx had found a couple of matchbooks from this roadhouse off the interstate so the duo of damsels had moved on to there.
SLAP! Stella felt a hand on her butt, squeezing her ass cheeks through her hotpants. “Hey babe, looking for a man?”
Stella looked at the Minx.
The Minx nodded.
The two crime fighters smiled.
***
Lily looked up the hill at the tool shed and grabbed a farmer. “Who’s watching the girl up there?!” She hissed.
“Huh? Up there? Don’t worry about blondie over there Mrs. Morningstar; Lucifer and Diablo are keeping an eye on her. She makes even one funny move; they’ll rip her to shreds.”
Lily looked again; something about that girl bothered her. But no matter, after tonight no one would ever have to worry about that cheerleader again.
Patti sat in the tool shed, ignored. The two vicious attack dogs meekly sat on their hind quarters, as if awaiting an order from their mistress.
Patti smiled. She petted them on the head.
***
“Thanks all the help guys!” The Minx dusted off her hands and headed back to the Ferrari.
“Sorry for the trouble!” Stella added sweetly.
A few men groaned weakly.
The roadhouse was in shambles now. Every window and every stick of furniture broken in the fight. It had taken a bit of persuasion but the customers had finally come forward. They’d seen Jack, seen him a lot. He spent his weekends up in a remote hilly area, filled with strange old farms and settlements that were off the grid, not a part of any official county or town.
One helpful biker gave them directions to the local sheriff’s office. A guy named Morningstar.
The two climbed in and the Ferrari roared to life. The sun was setting; they could feel there wasn’t much time.
***
The four cheerleaders were dragged back to the clearing at sunset. Miss Angel was already there, on her knees next to the altar. Her blouse was torn open and her jeans were around her knees. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground.
Cindi, Debbi and Kristi’s once-white uniforms were covered in filth. The girls looked dazed and confused, unable to cope with where they were or what was going on. Only Patti seemed unfazed. Her uniform was still spotless, her eyes clear and a faint smile played on her full lips.
The clearing was filling up with dark-robed cultists. Each one carried a single torch to light the ceremony. The girls were pushed and prodded to the center, in front of the ram-skull altar.
“Kneel in the presence of the Dark Lord!” The high priest commanded.
WHACK! Cultists struck out with cudgels, hitting three of the girls in the back of their knees, forcing them to painfully kneel. Oddly no one tried to hit Patti, she just knelt on her own, stifling a giggle.
The high priest nodded his approval and faced the altar.
“Audi precas maya satana blessed be…”
“AUDI PRECAS MAYA SATANA BLESSED BE…” The worshipers repeated.
“Dark Lord! Tonight is the most unholy of nights! Tonight we fulfill your prophesy and bring you your chosen bride!”
For the first time he got a good look at the filthy, degraded cheerleaders.
“Holy shi- I mean, uh, By Lucifer’s beard! What did you idiots do to them?”
There was much mumbling and shuffling of feet among the hillbilly cultists.
“Well you didn’t fuck any of them did you? You know what the Dark Lord will do if you fucked them right?”
There was murmuring of agreement.
“OK then, hopefully the Dark Lord doesn’t mind a bit of dirt…” He took a whiff “or whatever. You first!”
He grabbed Debbi by her short sandy brown hair and shoved her in front of the altar.
“Oh Dark Lord tell us, is this your chosen maiden?”
Wind howled, trees shook, and deep rumblings were heard from inside the altar.
“No? Well then bring forth the next girl; let us see if she is the chosen maiden!”
“Maiden?” Debbi blinked. “What’s a maiden?”
“My bra’s a maidenform” Cindi offered.
“He means a virgin dumbass.” Kristi corrected.
“Oh, then I ain’t been no maiden since I was fifteen!” Debbi volunteered.
“Me either.” Cindi added.
“Heck, I even my ass ain’t a maiden, not after this summer.” Kristi threw in.
“Well, well that certainly makes things easier.” The High Priest smiled. He advanced on Patti. “So then you must be the chosen maiden!” He painfully wrenched her arm and dragged her to her feet. He threw her on to the altar and faced the ram skull again.
“Here she is Dark Lord! Your chosen bride. Take her! Take her! And give us our reward!”
Wind howled, trees shook, thunder rolled in the distance. The earth around the altar shook and deep rumblings and smoke emanated from the ram skull.
“What?”
“Mister you’re barking up the wrong tree” Kristi explained. “Patti ain’t no maiden; she just only goes for older men. She’s been with half the teachers in the school!”
The shaking got worse, thunder rolled, several cultists fled the clearing.
Patti sat up on the altar. Her blond hair looked almost white, her pale skin almost translucent. Her smile was frightening.
“Yes High Priest Morningstar, or should I call you Merkowitz? That was just one of the great many errors you have made this day.”
***
Stella and the Minx explored the deserted settlement. Sheriff Morningstar’s office was just where they’d been told but there was no one around. It seemed everyone had suddenly left.
“Stella! Come here, I think I found Miss Angel’s car!” The Minx called out from an abandoned barn.
“Um, Gloria you should really come outside.”
“Not now Stella, this is really suspicious. Why wouldn’t the sheriff report this? And why is it so far from that damaged tree we found on the interstate?”
“Gloria, really, you have to come outside.”
“Stella even though there’s no one around you shouldn’t use my real name. Now help me open the trunk maybe there’s come clue in there.”
“Sorry Minx, but please come outside.”
“Okay! Okay! What’s so important outside…” The Minx stepped outside and saw the red glow and whirling thunderclouds over the hills. The clouds almost looked like a demonic face.
“Oh…” She said.
“Yeah. That’s what I said.”
“Can you see what’s happening?”
“No, that’s the scary part; I can’t see anything over there at all. It’s like that time with the Moon Witch’s house.”
“I hate magic.”
“Me too.”
“But if they’re up there…”
Stella and the Minx looked at each other and nodded. The brunette jumped in her Ferrari, the blonde took to the air. They headed for the glow.
***
“No Sheriff Morningstar the Dark Lord’s chosen bride is not among we four.”
“But… but the prophesy said- I mean there must be-“
“Yes Sheriff Morningstar, there was one pure maiden among us, one sweet woman who had saved herself for twenty-six years and was destined to be the Dark Lord’s bride. But you could not control your lusts, you defiled her, you debased her, you took the Dark Lord’s bride for yourself!”
There was a crack of lightning. Morningstar could see the entire cult was now facing him with anger. Miss Angel rose to her feet and pointed.
“No, wait, I didn’t know-“
“Now you will face the Dark Lord’s punishment!”
“No! I don’t know who you think you are little bitch but you’re not in charge here, I am! Lucifer! Diablo! Attack!”
He pointed at the blonde and heard his Dobermans growling. They pounced!
On him!
The sheriff screamed as the dogs tore his flesh, he fought his way free and ran for the woods, his own dogs hot on his heels. He almost made it to the woods when there was another flash of lightning.
Everyone was blinded for a second, when their vision cleared only a heap of ash remained.
“As for the rest of you, the Dark Lord has no need for inbred morons! Go! And never return!”
Lightning flashed again, trees exploded in sparks, the rest of the cult scattered. Lucifer and Diablo took off after Brother Barnibus and Lily Morningstar, nipping at their heels.
Soon the clearing was empty of cultists.
Except for one.
Jack the Janitor stood rooted to the ground. Wanting to run, needing to run, but unable to move.
He peed his pants.
“Your reward…” Patti said in a low voice, stroking his unshaved chin. “You want your reward…”
“Puh-please…”
The other cheerleaders and Miss Angel rose and surrounded him.
“You want your cheerleaders.”
“Nuh, no…”
The girls started pawing his fat body, pulling off his clothes, licking his hairy flesh. The thunder got louder.
“And we want you…”
Patti grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. She coaxed out his tongue and it intermeshed with hers. Debbie was on her knees in front of him, opening his pants. Kristi and Cindi were to either side, nibbling his ears. Miss Angel looked on approvingly.
Then Patti bit down, blood splurted out of Jack’s mouth. The others bit down as well. Jack the janitor tired to scream from his ruined mouth, Patti was biting down on his lips now… he vanished under the four girls.
***
“STARS AND COMETS!” Stella yelled. The winds were howling pushing her away like they were alive. Lighting bolts were targeting her, each one hurt more than anything had in a long time. Even the rain was like a hail of bullets, stinging her invulnerable flesh. She couldn’t even see the Minx’s car on the trail below.
And then it all stopped, and the night was clear.
“Stars and comets… what happened?”
Stella landed in the clearing, it was rain-soaked and dark smoking craters dotted it. In the distance she could hear shouts and barking.
The sudden storm had vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
Five girls were sitting in the mud, soaked from the sudden rain. The only other thing in the clearing was a smoking pike of rocks and a skeleton.
The girls seemed to be coming out of a daze.
“What happened?”
“Where are we?”
“Who is that?”
“How long have we been here?”
“I was going to ask all of you the same questions.” The Minx said coming up the road. The storm has bogged down her Ferrari in the mud, forcing her to walk up to the clearing.
“Oh wow! It’s Night Fox Girl!” Miss Angel yelled.
“I’m called the Minx these days, and this Stella.”
“Hi!”
“Any idea what happened?”
“No Minx, I… I really can’t remember anything since we got into Jack’s car.”
“Jack the janitor; do you know where he is? Or where that skeleton came from?”
The girls looked around at clearing and at the bones at their feet and shook their heads.
Cindi belched.
“I think there was some cult or something, they were doing some ritual…” Miss Angel shook her head, “I can’t remember.”
Stella hugged her and said “It’s OK, you’re all OK now, I’ll fly you to the State Police station.”
Patti came close and smiled at the blonde heroine. “So you’re Stella, the girl of the stars.”
“Um, yeah.”
Patti put a hand on Stella’s forehead. She leaned in and whispered in Stella’s ear. “So much power in such a fragile mind. So many needs. So many wants. So much pain. We will meet again.”
“Huh? Oh yeah, great. Thanks. Now come on, get on that big rock, we’re all getting out of here.”
***
One week later…
“It’s so good to see you Gloria! So glad you could make the football game!”
“Thanks Suzy! I heard about your ordeal and came down as soon as I could. Is it true you were captured by devil worshipers?”
“I guess, to tell the truth none of us really remember that much about it. But that’s probably for the best. They still haven’t figured out what that skeleton they found was, or who those poor people eaten by wolves were. And no one can find Jack the janitor either.”
“But you got to meet the Minx and Stella right? What was that like?”
“Well really it was nothing like I expected. I mean when we were going to school you would always hear stories about Night Fox Girl getting kidnapped or tied up, but she must have really grown up. She was very impressive.”
“That’s good to hear. How are your girls doing?”
“See for yourself!” Suzy Angel pointed to squad who were doing routine across the field.
“Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar!”
“All for the Beavers, stand up and holler!”
They fell into splits and the crowd went wild.
“They seem to have recovered.”
“Well they’re tough girls and very supportive of the team.”
“Oh no! We have an injury!” The announcer yelled as the quarterback was taken off the field. The cheerleaders ran over.
“Stevie! What’s wrong?”
“It’s my leg, I think it’s broken.”
Patti stood over him, wind picked up her hair, her voice grew cold and even her slightest whisper carried over the crowds.
“You will get up, you will get up and you will win this game do you hear me? You will win this game by the power of the Dark Lord!” She put a hand on his forehead and his body jerked.
Stevie jumped from the stretcher and got back in the game.
Soon the score was 64 to 10 for the Beavers, and it wasn’t even halftime.
“Yes they’re very supportive. Y’know Gloria, somehow I don’t think we’re going to lose a single game this year.”
Afterword
This story could have been shorter, but really, the subject of cheerleaders and hillbilly cultists required at least two chapters to do it justice. And you can be sure Satan’s Cheerleaders will return to vex Stella and the Minx.
The end of the story is straight from the movie, the cultists kidnap some swinging 70s cheerleaders only to find that, opps, none of them is a virgin! I think it still works.
Let me know what you all think.
Next issue I kick off a longer story arc building towards the special double sized 1 year anniversary issue! After this NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME!
Next issue: The Green Golfer is back… FOR REVENGE!
Marcus Lycus
February 2008
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