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Soccer Slut Wannabes –
Chapter 15 (Revised)
Coach D, or as she liked to be known to her friends, lady Diana, was
setting all sorts of records thanks to Doc’s drug cache. The team had never experienced this type of one-girl band ever. The lacrosse members seemed to be divided into two groups. One was annoyed and insulted by this older woman’s behavior and vowed to break her no matter what the consequences. The alternate opinion on the matter was to turn her over to the soccer hooligans and let them be responsible for her ultimate fate, which would probably mirror what happened to the soccer slut that disappeared last year, never to be heard from again. In the interim there still were those eager from both camps to soldier on and suffer the consequences in the event that the soccer hooligans were not interested in having what was left of her, even for sale to another gang located in another state or even the country. Despite being relatively long of tooth, she still had value to folks living in Japan, who loved to recreate WWII, only in their version they won. The soccer coach wouldn’
t be the first to make the long journey to the land created from the tears of the sun goddess Amaterasu.
With very few exceptions the lacrosse animals were the meat and
potatoes type when it came to rape. To them a fuck pig, which was any female dumb enough to associate with these yahoos, had three holes and they should always be plugged with at least one cock. Despite all the drugs that had been pumped into her body, coach D was beginning to run down. This was the dangerous time for any fuck pig. Naturally she was the cause of this problem and had to be suitable punished. Now only those who were proud of being the lowest of the low took center stage. Worse yet, Doc had departed to his room, leaving her to the mercy of the animal pack.
Things started off with double your fun, one of the more popular
games featuring a worn out fuck pig such as coach D. She was dragged to the center of the playground where numerous hooks were embedded in a wooden beam that ran the length of the room. Most were coated with layers of dried blood from other pieces of fuck meat that had been run through the grinder over the years where this ritual had taken place. The wasted coach was hoisted up so her wrists could be secured to hooks by means of heavy duty plastic ties used normally to attach material to wooden pallets. Next her legs were spread wide until the tendons nearly popped from beneath her skin. More ties were used to anchor each ankle to a ringbolt in the wooden floor. When they were finished, her crotch and asshole were at the proper position for the next phase of the doubles game. Some began calling their stretched victim X-meat from the way her body was now presented.
Some of the lacrosse players had retired and gone to their rooms to
catch some sleep before rejoining their fellow animals to finish off the coach for the early morning portion of this slaughter. A dozen players remained, all eager to ruin every hole their victim possessed. They drew lots to see which team went when and what hole they had chosen. Now the fun really began, arranging themselves so two cocks or fists could be inserted into either her oozing, distended wreck of a doughnut, or the bleeding open wound that was once her cunt. Getting a quartet of rather large individuals to arrange themselves so that each had access to what was left of her lower entrances was entertainment all by itself. Even coach D seemed to be joining in the fun, begging for more cock and quickly. That annoyed some of the contestants and they retaliated by using their fists to see just how flat they could make her black, swollen tits that were still noosed to prevent any blood from circulating through them.
Getting two dicks into her bleeding cunt at the same time did not prove
to be a major challenge thanks to the previous pounding that hole had taken
by literally dozens of hard cocks. This team of rapists felt cheated by her lack of response to their efforts, so they brought over a wooden box they mounted to give them easier access to her staring eyes. First they taped her vacant eyes to keep them open before they bathed them with their strong streams of recycled beer that blinded her for a time. Meanwhile the team trying to blowout her asshole was being thwarted by her stubborn sphincter. One of the other teams suggested that first they use fisting to eliminate the sphincter's remaining elasticity. Someone else added that perhaps smearing their fists with hot sauce, which was in abundance in the swamp, might finish the job of loosening up her nearly ruined asshole even before their cocks finished the job. Their suggestions soon had lady Diana's voice breaking and croaking from the horrible pain that was shooting like fire from her nearly destroyed asshole to her addled brain. There were a couple of on-lookers waiting their turn who were taking pictures of the utter annihilation that was taking place before them.
The hot sauce was too hot for the players and so they had to resort
to wearing rubbers to protect their dicks. That didn't stop them from
slathering on more hot sauce over their condoms before cramming their cocks into lady Diana's ruined, bleeding asshole as she made eerie sounds that didn't even sound human. The other team had backed away to give their brothers in arms a chance to score first. Now it was their turn and they were merciless, as befits lacrosse players. They first packed her twat with lots of hot sauce to keep her awake and alert. In their approach, one yanked and stretched her dripping, destroyed twat to its limit so the other member could wedge his cock into that slimy channel still loaded with lots of cooling sperm. Now the one inside her twat yanked her pussy lips to their limit, actually tearing a small portion from one due to the force of his grip. It was an easy entrance for the other man and soon the twin condom team was sawing away inside the coach's ruined cunt that would never again experience what a hard cock felt as it rammed and slammed inside what was once a tight, moist pussy.
Still not finished with their torture toy by a long shot, the two
teams stripped off their rubbers and forced the nearly comatose piece of
fuck meat to open her mouth to collect them, warning her of the dire consequences that would occur if she spit them from her mouth without their permission. Unfortunately Lady Diana's mind had taken refuge somewhere else and so it was easy for her to spit out the fiery, foul tasting rubbers, much to the chagrin and irritation of the players who surrounded her helpless bare body. There was a quick discussion about what punishment would be given to this disobedient subhuman. It was quickly decided that only fire was capable of bringing her back from wherever she was hiding. One of them remembered there was still some flash powder left over from another fuck pig initiation. He was immediately deputized to bring it back so the barely conscious fuckmeat could be properly punished for her insubordination and other sins of the flesh. While he rummaged in a pile of junk to uncover the item in question, coach D was double fucked fore and aft by two more teams. They were covered with her blood by the time they withdrew from the twin, gory, oozing, lacerated and fried holes that used to be her best features.
It was then that the lacrosse player returned, brandishing his find, a
nearly full tube of flash powder, still bone dry. Poor lady Diana was about to
be brought even closer to the burning flames of hell. The other teams decided to wait and see if their victim would be able to feel pain once she had been introduced to the flash powder. Meanwhile one of the players finally decided to take matters into his own hands when it came to the coach's black, swollen, pulsating tits that appeared on the verge of exploding. Some members muttered that he was taking away some of their fun, but outside of grumbling, no one challenged him. When the fuckmeat began to wail then scream as the blood circulation was restored to her blackened tits, the lacrosse animals began to chant and cheer for what he had done.
The one who found the powder was of course given the first chance
to use some. He could pick any spot on the fuckmeat's body except her eyes. He took his time, walking around the wasted, barely alive soccer coach. He would poke his finger into a small region to see what degree of reaction he could get from her. After a time there started some rumbling from the crowd of lacrosse players, and so he made his selection, one of her armpits.
It didn't really matter much which armpit he chose, both were soaked
and stunk to the high heavens. He found a rag and used it to dry the area he
had decided on. The fuckmeat was so far gone that she barely acknowledged his presence, which further irritated him. Even when he rubbed the black powder into her armpit, she was calm and distant. He cursed, then backhanded her a number of times making her hair fly from each blow. Without any fanfare he produced a lighter and set lady Diana's armpit on fire, bringing her back from wherever she had been hiding. The stench of her burning armpit made the rape gang move back from her location. Then as suddenly as it had burst into flame, the powder burned into the fresh flesh, extinguishing itself and leaving the coach screaming to the heavens, and very much awake.
The worst thing she could have done was make them believe that she
still had plenty of fight left in that battered and bleeding body. Now another letter B, which stood for burned to a crisp, was going to be added. The gang of rapists somehow managed to assign positions for burning the fuckmeat without causing a riot among themselves. Naturally the doubles teams would still have rights to doing her holes in between the burning. To avoid causing her to pass out too many times, which would get in the way of progress and enjoyment, coach D would only be burned three times in a row before being double fucked front and back. That decided, the first lucky player was given his powder ration and after a careful assessment of her battered, bruised and bleeding body he chose one of her very sensitive tits.
He made a big production of drying her nipple with the rag before
rubbing the powder over it and spreading the rest in a straight line to bisect
the bloated and still black tit. He used a match to set her nipple on fire and she screamed down the walls as it was charred to a crisp just before the other line of powder ignited and deep fried a thin strip of her tit. The pain was so great that she frothed at the mouth like an animal, chewing her lips and tongue. For a few seconds there was silence from the assembled rapists and sadists before they broke into cheers. Coach D hardly heard them, so great was her agony.
A rag was stuffed into the fuckmeat's mouth to prevent her from
swallowing her bleeding tongue. This irritated one of the sadists who had
planned to coat her tongue with powder before setting it afire. He was argued out of this idea by his peers who feared she might die before they all had a chance to burn the bitch. Some how she survived having her other tit and armpit burned. Nearly half her swollen blackened tit was coated with a thin layer of flash powder and set afire with less than average damage to it. However there was wild cheering as her armpit literally bubbled for a few seconds as the dense packed powder ate deep into that sensitive flesh, nearly driving her insane from the terrible pain. It was almost a relief when she was double raped in both holes, not once but twice as the four teams blasted her insides into mush, leaving her bleeding like the stuck fuck pig she truly had become.
It was while the last two teams were busily destroying coach D's
innards that Doc made another appearance and didn't like what he saw.
The latest fuck pig was on the verge of leaving the planet for good which would mean a lot of trouble to find the body a good home that would be undisturbed for a few decades. The animal act featuring his fellow lacrosse players had gotten well out of hand. He couldn't help but notice the burns on the fuckmeat's tits and armpits not to mention her destroyed asshole and cunt. This was bad enough, but her staring eyes, bloody mouth and chewed tongue indicated a lot more damage to it than he would have liked to see at this point. It was not anything that any of the usual organizations would take off his hands even if he sweetened the deal with some of his best drugs. He sighed and realized that it was time he made a phone call to his dad for some good advice. Perhaps the old man had use for this "slightly" damaged piece of fuckmeat, or had a contact that might take her off his hands.
How interesting that after Nirobe Mirimba had been gang fucked
until she could barely draw breath, they decided to string her up for more
fun and games. Unlike the way coach D was hung, her opposite number
faced a somewhat different arrangment. The carmel colored beauty was hung in an X-configuration by her ankles that had been spread apart to their limit and tied with rope to hooks in the ceiling. Her arms were pulled apart until her muscles threatened to fail, then her hands were cuffed individually and attached to rings that had been hammered into the floor. Someone thought her battered, bare body looked like an X, and so she became Nirobe X. She was still hooded and would remain so for over an hour, the amount of time it took for them to beat her senseless.
There were aways two men working on that tough brown-skinned
teenager. One would be beating her crotch using a rubber hose, with every
blow creating a rainbow of color as her cunt gave up some pussy juice. The other would be drubbing her lower back and especially the kidney areas, with a thick length of copper wire covered in neoprene, bringing grunts and an occasional gasp when a particularly devastating blow struck a sensitive area. Others would use their fists, sinking them deep into her washboard belly or kicks to her tits, trying to knock the breath from her and strike fear that she might not be able to suck any air into her burning lungs. What finally finished her off was when someone wrapped a length of rope around Nirobe's neck and slowly strangled her while another repeatedly punched the soccer star in the gut.
She woke up to discover her hood was gone, but instead her eyes
were taped shut with some kind of glue that she could not overcome. They had taken her down from the ropes, but instead she found herself sitting on what felt like a large corn cob stuffed deep inside her ass. Her arms were stuffed into some kind of bondage gear that kept her helpless. She ached from head to foot, at least that's the way her body felt at the moment. They had also made sure that she wouldn't be going anywhere soon thanks to the hobbles holding her legs fast to whatever it was she was seated. She sensed his presence just before he boxed the sides of her head, not once but a number of times, causing ringing in her ears for many minutes afterward. Nirobe felt dizzy and fought back the urge to vomit. Then he spoke and she grew very frightened.
" Glad to see that your none the worse for wear despite the efforts of
my men to do otherwise. If you don't change your attitude I'll have to let them do some other things to your body that I guarantee will prevent you from walking for at least six months, perhaps longer. Naturally I'll have to make some adjustments to your future if you refuse to cooperate. As of now I have offers for your body from my associates in Japan as well as Nigeria. "
" I don't think you'll enjoy what my Japanese friends are planning to
do to your body once you service their friends and associates until they
become bored with your limited talents. Nigeria could be worse. Imagine handling upwards of thirty clients each and every day with no holidays. Even a well-muscled athlete like yourself would soon be worn down and thus of little use to the brothel. I won't bore you with the limited options you'd soon be facing. "
Nirobe was unprepared for the blast of electricity that arced through
her colon. This was major league pain, the type she rarely experienced.
The second bolt of power followed quickly and she nearly swallowed her
tongue as it briefly felt as if her insides were melting. Her tormentor whispered that this was but a preview of what would happen to her if she failed to cooperate. When he inquired if she needed another little shock to help make up her mind, she shook her head furiously, bringing an evil chuckle from him.
" By the way your little friend is going to do some traveling while you
are away doing my business and demonstrating that awesome athletic talent
to your adoring fans. If you are successful, the little Hawaiian honey, somewhat the worse for wear, will be restored to your tender mercies. Just to make sure you understand your situation I'm going to add a little memento hidden away on your rather impressive body. It will serve as a constant reminder of our arrangement. "
The lithe, carmel-colored athlete had little time to fortify herself for
what was to follow. A nipple was captured and used to lift the tit, exposing
its underside. At the same time as the nipple was cruelly twisted, breaking her concentration, a small symbol was burned into the flesh of her tit. The smell from the tiny charred spot was etched into Nirobe's mind. She had been branded in much the same way as if she was a head of cattle, no more, no less.
While Nirobe was swearing allegiance to her new master, Luci
Kawani was being prepared for her visit to a world famous brothel
located in eastern Europe. Of even greater importance coach D was on the verge of leaving this earthly travail behind thanks to the good offices of Doc and the other lacrosse team members. If that wasn't enough for any person's plate, there was still the matter of Jade Star, nee Kim Kawani, and the continued struggle with her master, Xavier.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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