Janet, captain of the cheerleaders, by Arghtime

Good old ice queen Janet, staring at another poor soul. Made by: arghtime.deviantart.com/


Another story, this one with arghtime's OC Pammi!



When it came to the main groups that seemed to rule life in highschool, the cheerleaders were always close to the top. With Janet at their head, their power and influence had actualy increased a tenfold, with hundreds both admiring and fearing the captain of the cheerleaders and the team that she ruled with an iron fist. No one wanted to mess with her and those who asked the cold cheerleader for a favour, knew well to pay it as quickly as they could, for the consequences could be dreadful and brutal.

One thing which differenced Janet from other cheerleaders though, was her attitude. She did not brag, or taunt those weaker than her, she did not try to become more popular than she was or wear the most expensive of clothing. Janet was efficient, calculating and cold. So much so, that she had few friends, even between her fellow cheerleaders. No matter how stunningly beautiful she was, with long, golden hair, curves that would make a model blush and a body only found in dreams....her eyes (blue like ice) scared everyone away. Everyone, except for her two best friends, Chrisitne and Carly.

Currently, the blonde was walking out of the gym after a long training session. In her mind, she had already scheduled how long her shower would take and what she would be doing, even two hours afterwards. Wearing her black skirt and slevless shirt, the blonde reached the door and was about to open it when she heard the whispers.

“And why are we taking these clothes exactly?” said a soft, confused voice inside the lockeroom.

“I need it for...something else ok? Don´t worry, Janet has lots of it, she won´t mind. Infact, she has to much clothes! She will thank us for this” chuckled another voice, this one familiar to the blonde cheerleader.

“Sandra...” Janet sighed and massaged her forehead. Sometimes she wondered if the big-butted goth girl actualy liked getting her granny panties five feet deep into her ass. Janet grabbed the pommel and silently opened the door, to be greeted with a sight that left the usualy expresionless blonde, wide-eyed.

A girl she did not know, of dark skin and darker hair, dressed in two strange rings had her back to her. The clothing this girl (from India by her looks) could only be defined as: What is nerdy even for nerds. Brown pants down to her knees, a long white shirt, a sweater and a strange red tie, with big glasses over her eyes. And, to top it all off, bright pink granny panties with white frills and a tag with the girl’s name on it: Pammi. Janet blinked five times and shook her head. Was this girl real?

Right next to the nerdy girl was a goth Janet knew better: Sandra Shevil. A short, pale girl of long, dark hair and the largest behind in all the school, with a purple shirt and grey jeans that could not contain her panties: A large pair of red grannie’s with black bats. Janet narrowed her eyes as she saw Sandra grabbing some of the clothes she had put on her bag. One look to the left, where a couple of itching powder bottles laid, and she knew exactly what the goth’s plan was.

“Morning girls” said Janet.

Sandra yelped and turned around, her jaw dropping as she saw the taller blonde only a few steps away from her. Pammi screamed and turned around too, but smiled and waved her hand at the blonde, completely oblivious to what was about to come.

“Hi! Sandra is putting some cologne on your clothes while I take the others to wash. No need to thank us!”

Janet ignored the girl and focused her cold gaze on Sandra, who now wished she could find a hole big enough to hide in “Realy Sandra? You know that, even if your little plan had worked, I would have known that it was you who did it”

Sandra gulped and tried to look for an exit, but the blonde covered the only one available.

“I have an appointement that I must attend to, so let’s make this quick” muttered Janet “Now, asume the position”

Sandra whimpered and did so, placing her hands on a nearby wall and pushing her butt up. Pammi looked at the goth and then at the tall, blonde girl “Are we going to play a game? Great!” the indian girl giggled and quickly followed Sandra’s steps, much to both the goth’s and the cheerleaders incredulity “Done! What do we do now?”

Sandra sighed “Clench your butt and wait”

“Wait? For whAAAAIEEEE!!!??” screamed Pammi as her panties flew out of her pants and right up her neck, the nametag brushing it while the cotton sunk deep inside her crack.

“AAAAAGHHHH!!” Sandra screamed next, her eyes rolling up in pain as the bats in her panties seemed to fly and take the fabric with them, pushing it deep into her and going past her neck.

Janet gave some tugs, watching as Sandra’s butt bounced and jiggled and Pammi squirmed desperately on her spot, while still trying to keep her hands on the wall. Wether this was to be in a good position or because she thought this was part of the game, Janet did not know, or cared in the least.

The nerdy girl brought some doubt into Janet’s mind. Was this girl to blame for this? Sandra had obviously been the one that had convinced her to get inside a zone that was completely out of limits during this time and Janet was sure that the girl had not brought the itching powder or even known what it was! Did she realy deserve the punishment that was about to come?

“It is the only way she will learn” muttered Janet before thrusting both pairs of granny panties forwards once more, each tug followed by its wearers screams and kicking.

“OW! I don´t like this game!” screamed Pammi while her panties reached past her head and began to crawl their way over her forehead.

“Are you an idiot or something?! Janet is giving us amggmfkmf?!” Sandra’s words were muffled when the fabric of her granny panties was snapped right on her chin, covering her face with a mask of red and bats.

“Sandra?! What is a agmakgmak?!” Pammi’s own mouth was soon covered too by her panties’ fabric, with pink covering all her face and the stretchy cotton pulling her head back in a weird angle. Pammi whimpered and grabbed her butt. Why would anyone want to play a game like this?!

“Ok Pammi, you can go now” said Janet before smacking the girl’s behind. Pammi screamed and ran away, stumbling and smacking her head with a nearby wall on her way out. Janet sighed and looked at Sandra “Ok, I am curious, how did you convince her to do this?”

“Mfglglagfa!” moaned the goth.

Janet pushed the fabric up, just so Sandra’s lips were free “Speak now”

“She was the one that came to me!” snapped Sandra “She was lost and wanted someone to guide her. I told her I was bussy and she asked me with what, so I told her that I was going to help a friend up. Then she began to jump and squeal with delight, saying that she would love to aid me in that and...you know the rest”

Janet nodded “There are some realy weird people in this school”

“Yeah, tell me about it” muttered Sandra.

“Now, can or pole?” asked Janet while lifting the goth by her panties and taking her away from the room, towards the outside world, each step followed by a bounce.

“Ung! Ow! EEP!” moaned Sandra with each tug “Can´t I just go free?!”

“Can or pole?” hissed Janet.

“Ok, ok, can!” Sandra sighed “Can you at least tell Monique or Cloe to come and pick me out later?”

“I make no promises” said Janet.