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Archive-title: College Cheerleader, The





Cheerleading in today's sports world is a sport in itself. 

The cheerleaders are athletes in their own right. I found 

this out in a very painful way. I had gone to college 

football games all of my life and had noticed that the female 

cheerleaders were always good looking and had well toned 

bodies. On this particular day I went to a game which was 

between two very competitive teams, they were also the 

biggest rivals in the league.



I was a fan of the Tennessee team, having been brought up in 

Knoxville, and was pulling for them to beat Kentucky. I now 

live and work in Kentucky and so I was a little torn at any 

rate. As I think back on what happened I realize that I had 

gotten my tickets to the game in Kentucky and thus I was 

sitting in the Kentucky section. At first as I would cheer on 

Tennessee the people around me were teasing me in a good 

natured way and I noticed that one of the cheerleaders was 

noticing me.



Every time that Kentucky would do something positive she 

would get on the PA system and say things like, " how about 

that Mr. Tennessee fan " or " what happened Mr. Tennessee fan 

are the cats too much for the Vols ? " After the half 

Kentucky was beating Tennessee badly and I was really taking 

a lot of teasing from the people around me. Then this 

cheerleader really got into it with me. Finally, she got on 

the PA and said, " Hey, Mr. Tennessee fan. Come on down here 

and let's see if I can convert you to a cat fan. " I 

hesitated and she said, " What's the matter are you afraid of 

this little pussy cat. " That did it, I went down and jumped 

over the wall down to the cheerleaders. As she approached me 

I noticed several things that had not been evident from a 

distance; she was beautiful, she was tall, and she looked 

strong. She came up to me, put her arm around my shoulder and 

said, " I'm going to twist, turn, squeeze and fold you in 

front of these people until you yell over the PA system what 

I tell you to yell. We are going to do this like they did in 

the Roman times; that is I'll ask the crowd what to do from 

time to time. Kentucky is slaughtering Tennessee so maybe 

this will give the fans some excitement to watch. Do you 

think you can take me ? How old are you, I'm 19 and strong as 

an ox. You look about 40 and weak. "



I told her that I was forty and that I really didn't want to 

be wrestling with her in front of all these people; that she 

certainly did look healthy enough but that I was a man and 

felt that I could beat her. I told her that her legs were 

probably stronger than mine but that my upper body strength 

was superior to hers. Her name was Brandi, and her reply was, 

" I'm glad to hear you say what you did, it will make it more 

fun. Put your hand on my arm and then make the same statement 

about your upper body strength again. "



 I thought this a strange request, but this whole situation 

was strange anyway.  I placed my hand on her arm and started 

to tell her that my upper body strength was superior to hers 

when she flexed her arm muscles. I stopped my comment in mid 

sentence as I realized that she also had me beaten in this 

department. " What's the matter ? Still think you can compete 

with this little girl ? "  All of this had been broadcast 

over the PA system and a roar went up as I stood there and 

shook my head.



Without another word Brandi wrapped her arm around my neck, 

gave a powerful squeeze and threw me to the ground. She 

walked over and straddled my body and raised her arms above 

her head and said through the PA system to me, " Well, how do 

you like those apples big boy, how's that chicken neck feel ? 

I'm now going to demonstrate the power in my arms by lifting 

you over my head. Are you folks ready to see me start 'the 

conversion process' ? "  The crowd went wild as Brandi bent 

down and laid the PA mike down on the ground; grabbed a 

handful of my hair and raised me to my feet. She then placed 

one hand on my neck and grabbed the seat of my pants with the 

other and lifted me, seemingly effortlessly, over her head. I 

was scared to death by now of this beautiful Amazon. She 

looked up at me and winked. Then she asked, " Are you ready 

to admit that this 19 year old is too much woman for you ? " 

One of the other girls had brought the microphone over so 

that everyone could hear what was being said by both of us. 

Before I could answer, and at this point I was going to say 

no to her question, Brandi dropped me down into her uplifting 

knee and knocked the breath out of me. Then she lifted me 

back up over her head and asked her question again. This time 

I said yes. Brandi put me down on the ground and stood there 

as if she had not expended any energy at all. She raised her 

arm up and flexed it toward the stands and the crowd again 

let out a roar.



Then she grabbed me in a head lock, squeezed, then pushed my 

head in between her thighs in a standing head scissors. The 

pain was unbearable and so I submitted. But, Brandi was 

really into this by now and was ignoring my pleas. I tried to 

separate her legs to relieve some of the pain, but I wasn't 

strong enough to budge those massive, muscular thighs. Brandi 

was ecstatic; " what's the matter little one ? Cat got your 

tongue ? " With that the crowd roared in laughter. I was 

humiliated ! I was loosing a lot of strength and Brandi knew 

that; she increased the power a little and I began to beg her 

to quit. I was beginning to feel faint and I knew that this 

powerhouse of a girl was going to knock me out in front of 

all these fans; and there was nothing I could do about it. 





I was at the point now that I could not talk or think; as she 

snap squeezed me I could only groan with each increase in 

pressure. At last I began to fall into merciful unconscious- 

ness. I wasn't out all the way, Brandi had other plans for me 

at this point.



 She leaned over me and said, " Now little one I want you to 

ask me nice to put you in a body scissors and crush the 

breath out of you. Or maybe you would rather me continue to 

work on your weak neck and head some more. Here feel these 

legs as you decide. "  It was so hard to concentrate; but, I 

knew that I didn't want her legs on my neck or head anymore, 

plus I thought that she couldn't really hurt me too badly in 

a body scissors. Feeling her hard as steel legs as I 

processed these thoughts made me wonder; I said, " Brandi, 

would you please put me in a body scissors and crush the 

breath out of me ? " My voice sounded hoarse and strained as 

I listened to it over the PA system. Brandi spread her legs 

and with her arms raised my body in between them. As she 

closed them on my waist I knew that I was wrong; I was 

already feeling pain and she wasn't squeezing yet. I knew 

when she did; she tensed her entire body, flexing every 

muscle and concentrating all of her power into her legs. I 

could not breathe, I panicked and tried to thrash around, but 

I had nothing left; it was unbelievable, here I was dangling 

between the legs of a woman being crushed into oblivion and I 

was helpless.  This beautiful 19 year old was crushing me 

once again into the pit of unconsciousness.  This time I went 

all the way out.



" Hello sleepy head, you must have gotten bored and went to 

sleep on me. How's that 'macho' body feel after tangling with 

this wildcat ?  have you had enough ? "  To emphasize her 

questions she flexed her arms and legs. I assured her I had 

had enough and was willing to do as she said. Her comment to 

this was, " I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking. 

But it has sure been fun to 'train' you. Now say, Go cats, 

beat Tennessee. And I want to hear you say, nothing sucks 

like a big orange. "  She held the microphone up to my mouth 

and I said Go cats, beat Tennessee with no problem. I 

hesitated on the other statement. Instantly Brandi straddled 

my head, bent over and raised my neck between her calves, and 

squeezed me until I was screaming, NOTHING SUCKS LIKE A BIG 

ORANGE. She released me and said, " Very good now, I believe 

that the Tennessee mascot is a dog isn't it ? Well I want you 

to crawl around behind me like a dog. When I say heel and 

point to my side you had better be there unless you want 

another session with my strength so soon. "  





I followed her around on my hands and knees; from this angle 

I could always see the flex of the muscles in her legs; I 

also noticed the other female cheerleaders had strong legs 

and some of them were looking at me as if to say, ' I can 

take you apart like she did.' 



In fact a couple of them came over and squeezed me in a 

standing head scissors. I was left laying on the ground each 

time; but, I contributed it to the fact that Brandi had 

softened my neck up so much. In fact, I really don't know. 

I'm now a Wild Cat fan.  GO CATS !!!



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