My ankles are tied, my wrists are bound behind my back and I am cleave gagged with a bandana as I hope around this backyard trying to find a way to away from them trying to make me do things i don't want to do.

The next thing I know, Im hogtied in the back of a pickup truck. He is insisting that I will be going to practice and I don't want any part of it. I struggle, i yell thru my gag, I moan, and i protest. I don't want to be a cheerleader. I don't want to go to practice. This rope is keeping me here or else I would rip this uniform into shreds and run away naked. I struggle w al... Show more