Cheerleader Bullies




I was a skinny, pale and frail nerd, very quiet and shy. I also had a visual
disability that made me the object of much teasing and taunting. And I was an
A student respected by teachers. That didn't sit too well with some of my
underachieving peers. As they say, the popular girls can be cruel, especially
when you are different in any way.

Girls who bully always attack a lone individual who cannot escape. They always
travel in groups so as to overpower a helpless victim. These girls seem to
delight in having a male victim. They caught up with me one morning around 8
as classes were beginning for the day. Girls in a gang have anonymity and will
do things that they wouldn't dare try as an individual--safety in numbers.
These girls were out to teach me a good lesson for being a disabled student
that made them look bad with such good grades.

As I was walking to class, a group of girls came speeding down the hallway
screaming my name in frenzied teen-girl voices as if I were Elvis. Scared, I
started to run. They purposely drove me to a deserted section of the school
closed down for remodeling and renovation. I was trapped up against lockers
with nowhere to run as they closed in. I would guess there were about 12 to 15
of them, most seniors who were cheerleaders.

Classroom doors had shut and the late bell had rung. I was out here trapped in
a secluded alcove, surrounded by tall teen girls who could easily subdue and
overpower me because there were too many of them to fend off. I never had a
chance. I was scared to death.

I was pinned up against lockers. My wrists were pulled behind me and pinned
painfully in a tight twist. A girl wrapped a long arm around my neck to keep
me in a chokehold. One had a handful of my hair, yanking it and slamming my
head back against the lockers every time I resisted. One girl took my glasses
and clapped her big hand over my eyes as a constant blindfold. Other girls
wrapped their arms around my body to restrain my struggles. One girl sat on my
feet to hold my knees still. Everytime I struggled, they dug long fingernails
into my skin until they drew bl**d. What could I do?

The tallest, prettiest, and oldest cheerleader was a 6 foot tall, very
deep-tanned brunette about 18 years old. She saw how scared I was. I could
hardly breathe because I was panicked with fear, as if my heart had stopped. I
tried to plead with them and beg to be let go but they all laughed and teased
me. She walked up behind me and clamped her left hand over my mouth very
tightly while I was still talking. She never again took her hand away the
entire time they held me. I remember how helpless and panicked I felt once she
had ended my ability to communicate. Her big white hand was so smothering I
could breathe even less now. All the girls were laughing at me and encouraging
her to "Gag him! Gag him! Gag him!"

I will never, ever forget that long, slender feminine hand clamped airtight
over my mouth for so many hours. To this very day, I can still taste and smell
her floral sweet perfume in my nostrils. The tall brunette decided to keep me
gagged as a measure to keep me from talking to them or calling for help. One
girl even had a camera and took a picture of her best friend's hand as it
covered my mouth. I couldn't get her to let go. She warned that if I tried to
bite her hand, the girls would knee me in the groin! I knew they would do it.
My wrists were kept behind me so I had to stay gagged.

The gang leader was a tall blonde who looked like a bronze viking. She came up
to my face and started to harass me and call me names. She used her index
finger to punctuate every word she said as she jabbed it into my breast bone.
She laughed and smiled, knowing her girlfriend's muffling hand was keeping me
quiet and unable to defend myself. She taunted me and called me every name in
the book.

Helpless, I worked a foot free and lashed out, trying to kick her. But she
grabbed my foot in mid-kick and stripped off my shoe. The Viking opened the
side door and threw my shoe out into the snow! She said I would have to
apologize to her for trying to kick her. If I didn't, she would throw my
glasses outside too--they were in her hand for safekeeping. All the while
there was cruel laughter and grinning as the girls held me tighter.

The girl gagging me with her big, long-fingered hand had an idea. She demanded
that I must apologize to the leader--with her own hand still kept over my
mouth as a gag! If I refused, the glasses were going out the door. If I could
not speak clearly enough behind her muffling hand, then the same would happen
with the glasses. She herself was the final judge as to whether or not I could
be understood. The leader informed me that they were keeping me hostage for
the day. And that I had to obey every single word that the brunette girl said
to me because she was my "commander."

With her large hand smothering me, I of course failed the apology. Every girl
was laughing as I muffled and mumbled, trying to speak. They were all grinning
and mimicking me. Thankfully, they didn't have the nerve to throw my glasses
out. Instead, I was subjected to a strip search as the girls held me still and
held my mouth quiet. They took money, tokens, pens, ane other personal items.
The blond leader tore off my shirt pocket in one swipe. Then she ripped my
shirt open as I heard buttons popping and go flying. Many girls were touching
and petting my bare chest, making very lewd, humiliating comments.

The bell rang every hour. Students in the halls could not see or hear us as we
were tucked away in the side alcove. Two other girls kept their hands clamped
over the brunette's hand as I suffered a triple layer of teen-girl hands to
gag me. There was no way I could attract attention, much less breathe. The two
girls to my right and left would always let go after the late bell sounded but
the brunette never would take her insufferable hand away. At least half a
dozen other girls begged her to let them relieve her--each wanted to hold my
mouth with a hand.

The fear, trauma, terror, humiliation, and emotional stress were just too much
after a few hours. I broke down, starting to cry in spite of myself. The loud
sound was horribly muffled into the tall brunette's hand. She mimicked my
muffled crying and encouraged everybody to join her in unison. Everyone
laughed and mimicked me. I was so embarrassed and humiliated, denied even the
right to cry openly without a hand to gag me. It gave her another idea. She
had all the girls walk up to me one at a time to "interrogate" me. They were
to ask me embarrassing questions and I was f***ed to answer them with her hand
over my mouth. I was mimicked and ridiiculed. This went on for hours. Girls
kept coming up and putting their hand over hers as thery talked privately to
me in jeering teasing.

Afternoon came with lunch over. There was no relief in sight. I was
suffocating behind that damned female hand as I had been tasting and smelling
it for hours. The girls all dragged me forcibly into a nearby girls' restroom
with lookouts posted at the door just in case. They decided to keep me there
for the rest of the day with more privacy afforded to them in there. I was
marched up to the bathroom mirror and demanded to look into it to see what I
looked like under girl power and control. I saw myself surrounded by my taller
and older female captors holding me tight. My hair was tousled, glasses gone,
arms bl**dy from nail scratches. One girl kept biting my face to leave purple
bruises. Shirt ripped wide open, no buttons. And my lower face covered by a
giant white teenage-female hand with long fingers and scarlet nail polish as a
permanent gag. I looked foolishly ridiculous and absurdly silly, weak and
vulnerable, as over a dozen girls taunted me.

In the mirror they next performed the wedding ceremony. I was forcibly
"married" to the girl with her perfumed hand kept across my mouth who "loved"
me so very much! The Viking officiated as the marrying priest. Then, horribly,
my new "wife" thrust her free hand down into my briefs and helped herself to
my anatomy! At her command, her friends took down my pants and briefs to make
her sexual work even easier. I squirmed and tried to call out but her left
hand was still clamped firmly over my mouth--with other hands doing the same
to silence me. It was my first sexual experience and it seemed like an
eternity before she ended it. She raised her semen-soiled hand to my face to
f***e me to see it as everyone hooted and cheered. She said to me as she held
my gaze, "It's okay. We're allowed to have sex together. We're married now.
Perfecftly okay." The blond Viking stood by, enjoying the view as her brunette
friend took over.

My nightmare ordeal lasted nearly five hours. I was drained, spent, exhausted,
sick to my stomach. When the dismissal bell finally rang, all the girls ran to
their lockers to get ready to catch their buses. All that were left were me,
the Viking, and the brunette. The blond leader held me tight up against the
bathroom wall with her arm across the front of my throat, holding my hands
with her free hand. Her brunette partner stood off to my left, now with her
inverted right hand sealed thumb-down over my mouth. They were dictating the
terms of my promise to them. I was never to tell a soul what they had done to
me, not even a teacher or parent. I was f***ed to repeat the word-for-word
dictation of their promise back to them with my mouth covered. As the Viking
left, she said to her brunette partner, "Take care of him." I was left alone
with the tall girl. The brunette continued to hold me silent, purposely
keeping me with her another 20 minutes so she would be sure I would miss my
bus. Finally, she let me go. But not before using her fingers to stuff my
mouth with a whole pack of spearmint chewing gum one stick at a time, ordering
me to not speak to anyone. "Chew. Don't talk."