Soccer Slut Wannabes ( Lex Ludite )
Chapter 1
Kim Kawani stood two inches under five feet, but had a tight body with enough curves to make any red-blooded male or female student have visions involving themselves and a naked and securely restrained Kim going at it all day and half the night before the next group of sex fiends took over. As luck would have it, the women's university soccer team had the opportunity to act out their wildest fantasies when little curvy Kim submitted herself for team membership. The dedicated lesbian members thought they had died and gone to heaven, while the bisexual ladies were gleefully rubbing their hands together at the prospect of taking this tiny teen down a few pegs before allowing her to occupy their beds on a regular basis while she was being intensively trained as the soccer team's fuck toy and all round cunt rag.
The night of the initiation, Kim was removed from the main group and taken to a very private location for a more challenging examination of her personal skills. The diminutive Hawaiian-Japanese cupcake was stripped to the skin and tied face down to a wooden sawhorse, her tight little body supported only by the spine of the fixture. Her wrists and ankles were tightly roped to the legs, allowing access to her shaved pussy and super tight asshole on one side and her pouting mouth on the other. Soon there were two lines of team members waiting their turn to check out Kim's ability to eat pussy and take big things in both her lower holes.
It didn't take long for the women to realize that this tiny teen was a super sex freak. Her fast tongue and suctioning mouth brought one girl after another to incredible orgasms. Her pink clamshell pussy swallowed the biggest toys that they had and her tight asshole proved capable of being stretched to unbelievable dimensions without tearing. After a couple of rounds lasting the better part of two hours, the ladies were satisfied sexually to the point that they moved on to the more painful portion of her special initiation.
Her apple shaped ass that proved to be firm as well as shapely took dozens upon dozens of vicious swats from the heavy paddle that was passed from one team member to another until everyone had a chance to flatten her firm butt, which was swollen to impressive dimensions after nearly an hour of steady pounding. Then they switched to the strap, laying the leather to her body from neck to the backs of her knees, spending plenty of time seeing how often it could bite into her shaved pussy which was drooling steadily as the leather cracked and broke the smooth skin surrounding that perfect pink clamshell.
The team took another sex break before they moved the badly beaten girl to the showers for some serious water sports. After a brisk cold shower, Kim was placed face up on a low weight training bench and strapped down tightly, with her hands beneath the bench and cuffed. Now the squad leaders took turns making Kim swallow their golden offerings. To encourge her in this activity, one member was placed beside the diminutive darling with instructions to see how far her nipples could stretch in the event that she proved to be unwilling to participate in this phase of her initiation.
The group working on the Island cutie had to be back to the main initiation ceremony, so they had made a deal with the lacross team who lived off campus to take care of their star pledge while they handled the rest of the team's business. This proved to be a serious error since little Kim Kawani's mind and body would not completely survive being run through the lacross team meat grinder. Naturally the lacross guys put it to their guest, stuffing her swollen pussy and distended asshole with their meatpoles until they had pumped enough sperm into her to populate a small third world country. Little Kim was barely conscious by the time they finished raping her to the limit of their dicks, which was considerable.
There was a story going round that claimed after this first gang raping, her cunt and asshole contained upwards of two hundred ccs of sperm in each, an impressive example of the sexual capability of the lacross team members, and proof that she had been raped by other males not affiliated with the team. How this was determined still remains a mystery. Rumor had it that members of the basketball and football teams, all strapping dudes with huge cocks, had been invited to finish off the slant-eyed slut after the lacross team had had their way with the pert Polynesian naked body.
While the guys swallowed some of those famous little blue pills to rejuvenate their cocks, the Asian mini-pussy was put on the super syberon. This was a souped up version of a popular sex machine that had been modified by the mechanical and electrical engineering guys. The more powerful motor allowed the machine to use a much larger stimulator, now almost the size of an average cock. It was now guaranteed at its highest speed to take the skin off any cunt or asshole mounted on it for more than ten minutes. Little Kim was positioned and tied into place and then the fun began.
They started her off at twice normal speed using a standard stimulator, and let her get a taste of what was to come. After running it in this gear for twenty minutes they changed the cock attachment to super size and kicked the machine up to its highest speed. As advertized, it stripped away the lining of the little cupcake's cunt in well under fifteen minutes, but she took extra time just for laughs, or in her case, screams and shrieks. At this point, no one was keeping time; it was a lot more stimulating to hear the sallow-skinned slut scream to the heavens and beg in her mother's tongue. To prevent her from bleeding to death they swabbed her cunt with an alum solution that made her almost lose her mind from the pain it caused. They gave her a shot of meth and soon she was cranking on all cylinders once more. The guys then took her off the machine and gang fucked her freshly bleeding twat for an hour or so.
Then they put her back on the super syberon, only this time she was mounted anally, another capability of this modified machine. To make it even more interesting, the super sized head was coated with acid jelly before the wasted wannabe was mounted for her last ride. Somehow she lasted for over fifteen minutes even though the jelly probably ate away half her colon. Perhaps the meth made her impervious to what was happening to her insides, who knows for sure?
They finally took her off the machine and used a gardenhose to clean out her ruined asshole so it could be gang raped one last time before she was sent to a better place. The biggest studs on the basketball and football teams were given a crack to finish off the half-dead candidate and they blew out her asshole doing double anals while another guy with a huge hand fisted her cunt until it too was stretched beyond its limits and deep fissures in her vulva opened in half a dozen places. Sometime during this final raping she went into shock, but it wasn't until one of the guys noticed that her face was gray and she was cold to the touch, that it dawned on folks that the little bitch was at death's door.
So they stuffed what was left of her into a big duffel bag and had a couple of the football players transport the ruined teenager to a neighboring state where they sold her to a representative of a brothel located in Africa that specialized in ultra rough trade, and was only too happy to take the hot bodied wannabe soccer player off their hands. Meanwhile the soccer team members were spreading the story that the girl was so distraught over not making the team that she had fled the university and probably came to a bad end.
They also concocted another rumor that Kim may have met with foul play and been dumped into the nearby lake by some local criminals who were pimping her services in the big city located some twenty-five miles from the campus. No one ever connected her disappearance to the lacross team thanks to the great coverup done by the ladies of the soccer team. It was so successful that they could hardly contain themselves waiting for the next crop of soccer star wannabes that would be flocking to the school. This made the next year's initiation of new women's soccer team members a most challenging event considering what the former one turned out to be.
( To be continued )
Soccer Slut Wannabes
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 2
"Persons unknown may have done in my sister and carefully hid her remains or perhaps sold her into sexual slavery, but that will not deter me from submitting myself as a candidate for the varsity soccer team. I am seventeen, very well built for those of you who are into big tits with nipples that are perpetually stiff, a shaved pussy with cunt lips that are thick and meaty and a clit that is the size of a walnut and has been known to double in size when I'm properly stimulated. I am definitely masochistic and go both ways without any problem. Kim trained me to be a champion pussy eater and my tongue has spent as much time in her asshole as in her dripping twat that produced some of the juiciest cunt sludge I've ever swallowed. I am willing to do almost anything to join your team and strive to become at least all-conference in my freshman year."
The initiation committee could hardly wait to get their hands on little Luci Kawani after reading her letter. In fact she was invited to work out with the team during the summer before she enrolled at the university. They promised to run her until her tongue hung out and then take her to their house so that tongue could have plenty of time to lick some of the best soccer pussy in the Midwest. Luci was sworn to secrecy about her visit; no one, not even her parents, could know that she was coming to the soccer summer camp for fear that her eligibility would be compromised.
The soccer crew drew lots to schedule her sex education when she wasn't being taught the ins and outs of what transpired on the soccer field. Luci would spend two weeks learning the ropes, literally as well as figuratively. She arrived in the early evening and was greeted by a couple of players who drove her to their house for her introduction to the team members, who eagerly awaited her arrival, especially the two heavyset midfielders who were going to double up on their teen sex toy tonight.
Luci was the belle of the ball, so to speak, and her hosts made sure she chugged plenty of malt liquor to show everyone that she was soccer material. All that alcoholic liquid she drank made her march, then soon stagger back and forth to the john. Little did she know that there were a number of peep holes cut into the walls and ceiling so that the girls could spy on their prey as she peed, directing a powerful and noisy stream of used malt liquor, into the toilet that for some reason refused to flush, no matter what she did to try to empty the bowl.
The sight of her hairless, thick-lipped cunt featuring that huge clitoris drove the ladies into a near frenzy and Luci had no idea just how close she came to being gangbanged that very first evening she spent at the soccer team's house. The fact that her plump pussy was packed into thong bikinis was a huge plus as far as the ladies were concerned. They considered this to be proof positive that she was nothing but a tramp and a teaser just like her older sister, who was probably still feeding the fish population in the lake or handling the dregs of the sex trade in whatever foreign brothel that had bought her body, according to the two main rumors they had begun last year.
Luci was getting more than just a little dizzy after downing half a dozen 40s of strong malt liquor. When it was suggested that she get some sleep so she'd be fresh for tomorrow's practice, there was some sniggering among the team members who weren't lucky enough to have the little sex bomb for their fuck toy this evening. It got even funnier when Luci inquired about taking a shower. She was informed that there would be no showering until after tomorrow's practice, this being soccer team custom.
Furthermore she learned that this evening she would be sharing a bed with one of the co-captains of the squad as well as the best midfielder on the team. To make certain that she wouldn't violate any of the other regulations of the team, Luci would be cuffed after she stripped down to show the assembled ladies her body. The tight bodied teen was too far gone to voice any objections and soon she was stark naked with her hands cuffed behind her back. Those who had to wait for an opportunity to defile this soccer virgin took some independent action.
While one team member checked her breasts for firmness, another inserted two fingers up her cunt and moved them around inside the teen's tight twat before pulling them out and sucking off the pussy juice they had collected. She pronounced it as surprisingly full bodied with hints of muskmelon, almonds and fish roe. Her description brought gales of laughter from her teammates. Another parted her firm buttocks and poked her stiff tongue against the teen's chocolate starfish until it yielded slightly. Then she switched to suction mode and Luci moaned as the sensation of having her asshole vacuumed pierced the malt liquor induced fog that was settling down over her mind. The captain stepped forward and pulled Luci by her hips toward her so she could suck the Asian cookie's tongue and do a preliminary investigation of the inside of her mouth. Heaven knows what might have happened next except the winners of the nightly raffle claimed their prize and hustled the naked, black haired lovely toward their bedroom.
Her two captors wasted no time getting to know Luci in the most intimate way. One of them, Tiffany, straddled her chest and pressed her crotch to the teen's mouth. This hairy, unkempt cavern possessed a very unique aroma created by her distain for douching after having sex with her nerd boyfriend. He had two good characteristics. One, he was smart and helped her keep her grade point average high enough to make her eligible to play on the school soccer team. Two, he had a great cock and considered her pussy to be made of spun gold. Her nerd boy could get it up, deliver the goods and recover before Tiffany got anxious for another helping of that salty sauce he injected into her pussy as often as four times in a single session.
Haley, her companion, situated herself between Luci's firm thighs and began taking an inventory of her goodies. After leaving a back and forth trail of hickies on the little cupcake's inner thighs, she captured Luci's massive clitoris between her teeth and began worrying it back and forth to gauge its resilience and response to this type of rough handling. Meanwhile Tiffany was gasping loudly and commenting that the level of pussy eating enthusiasm of their little bundle of sex flesh was on the verge of going off scale. Luci went crazy once Haley, now controlling the Polynesian cutie's swollen clit, brought her knowing tongue into play. The scent of an aroused pussy soon filled the air and the two players giggled and redoubled their efforts to bring Luci to the first of many climaxes.
Tiffany, still straddling her little bedmate, moved so that her hairy cunt was effectively blocking the girl's ability to get a deep breath, and Haley intensified the stimulation she was providing to Luci's bloated love button. What pushed the helpless teen over the edge was when the teeth, now nibbling her clit, bit down hard, not once, by a series of times, each bite a litttle stonger until with a muffled moan Luci arched her back and presented her tormentor with a gift of her salty spendings, a rather substantial gift from one so young. It was greedily sucked up and then that snake of a tongue began worming its way deep into her spasming fuck tunnel.
Despite the alcohol induced buzzing in her brain, Luci it gave up more times than she could remember or distinguish. It seemed no matter what they were doing to her, eventually it caused a freight train of over one hundred cars to rumble through her sweating, quivering body, turning her brain to mush and making her see and hear things that only intensified her response. She underwent outbursts of pure primordial lust, so powerful that she felt as if she was on the verge of death or being consumed by flame. Her swollen pussy, teased beyond its ability to react, mindlessly produced a stream of creamy sex sauce that drooled from her thick-lipped cunt and was eagerly gobbled up by the two soccer players.
Haley and Tiffany made pigs out of themselves and delighted in their behavior. Luci's mouth, tongue and lips were put to work ferreting out all manner of things that were wet and salty and located in the most interesting portions of her two bedmates' bodies. She made the circuit from mouths to breasts, then nipples and armpits before homing in on their dripping cunts, one hairy and musky, the other smooth and bearing the scent of a recent lemon douche. Luci was even given the opportunity of exploring that dark mysterious area between their firm, almost muscular cheeks.
The little cupcake of a girl licked and kissed the pebbled skin as she moved deeper to finally confront the puckered entrance to that most secret place, a region of tremendous sensitivity that was seldom stimulated. Tonight she made one exciting discovery after another as her tongue and lips probed that tight region guarding one of the few entrances to her lovers' bodies, urged on by their moans and the way their bodies trembled in anticipation of the brief, intense reactions that she would cause. It seemed as if she was using every one of her senses to direct her efforts to bring Haley and Tiffany to one strong orgasm after another. It proved to be exhausting work as they were totally demanding and had no interest in the pressure they created that slowly eroded her strength as she tried to meet the challenges they kept throwing out to her.
After what seemed like an endless night, her tormentors showed her a little kindness. They rolled her onto her back and placed a pillow beneath her heart shaped bottom to elevate her pubic mound and provide an access to her anus. It was Haley's tongue that began to swab Luci's puckered butthole, while Tiffany spread the teen's cunt lips to fully expose Luci's fat clit to her suctioning mouth and teasing tongue. The teen groaned as she started to respond to Haley's tongue moving from her anus to cross that pebbled swath of skin separating it from her blood bloated cunt. Her oozing pussy cream dribbled onto Haley's extended tongue, betraying any claim on her part that she wasn't enjoying their ministrations to the fullest.
Just as Haley's tongue began to move up the length of that soaking wet sex trench, Tiffany's teeth captured the teen's clit and began nipping that bundle of nerve endings to begin the process of getting her off. By the time her companion's tongue joined with her own at Luci's clit which by then was vibrating like a struck tuning fork, Luci was on the verge of a mind numbing orgasm. She was not to be denied. This one was gigantic; it started in her cunt and radiated to her extremities as her skin turned to goose flesh and literally rippled from the intensity of this climax, a type never previously experienced by the little Asian cupcake. For a brief moment she wondered if her heart would stop from the force of what was making her body twitch and quiver as if all the electricity in the world was flowing through her body. Then mercifully she escaped as the world she knew faded to blackness.
( To be continued )
Soccer Slut Wannabes
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 3
Luci awoke to darkness, the need to do something about her nearly bursting bladder having disturbed her sleep. She quickly discovered that her hands were still cuffed behind her back and her companions had neatly sandwiched her between them. Her attempts to extricate herself from this tangle of bare bodies aroused Tiffany enough to threaten her with bodily harm unless she stopped being a nuisance. Luci described her problem and got a rather nasty laugh in response. Only by promising to provide the soccer player with more of her tongue once she relieved herself was Luci allowed to use the bathroom down the hall.
Tiffany made the most of the situation, fingering the teen as she stood in the tub to take care of business. Luci was warned that if she awoke any of the other team members, she'd be in very big trouble and no doubt would be kept quite busy making amends to those she disturbed. Her captor was impressed by the strength of the teen's bladder control muscles; delivering a powerful stream of piss that splashed noisily into the tub in which she stood. When Luci was finally done relieving herself, Tiffany reached over and stuck three fingers into the Asian cutie's cunt and made sure to capture the remnants of the girl's golden offering. Luci grimaced when Tiffany presented the three fingers for her to suck clean, but dutifully licked every trace of her urine from the woman's fingers, sucking each one in turn as Tiffany grinned.
The little teenager had a sinking feeling that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The look on Tiffany's face was wolfish and the girl was steeling herself for another lickathon. When she was ordered to lie down in the tub which contained plenty of residual recycled malt liquor, Luci knew she was in big trouble. The teenager also realized that making any kind of noise that might bring other members of the team into the bathroom would be far more dangerous. She complied and shuddered as her body made contact with the liquid waste she'd just released. When Tiffany gingerly stepped into the tub and carefully situated herself so she stood over the girl, Luci took a deep breath and hoped for the best.
Then to the girl's dismay, Tiffany released a stream of dark orange-yellow piss and played it over Luci's face before moving so her pee splattered onto her captive's big tits and ran in rivulets down to her belly, separating there to run down the sides of her naked body. There was nothing that the teen could do to prevent this humiliating incident. Then Tiffany ordered her to open her mouth and taste a real woman's piss. The diminutive teen shut her eyes and opened her mouth. The piss tasted rank, acrid and extremely salty. She obediently swished some of it around in her mouth and even gargled before being allowed to swallow the foul tasting fluid. Tiffany laughed and continued to paint the girl's face with the remainder of her urine. Then she announced that Luci needed a shower and ordered her out of the tub and into the shower stall. She turned the tap on full and a waterfall of icy water poured down upon her shivering naked body, washing away the terrible evidence of what had just occurred.
Tiffany dragged her captive's shivering body from the shower and began roughly toweling off Luci. It was then that things got worse for the girl. In walked a naked, stone faced woman in her early twenties with dark hair and eyes, cocoa colored skin and a figure that could only be described as awesome. She demanded who it was that was disturbing her rest and promised that person would pay dearly for this gross intrusion. Luci knew she was in the deepest of trouble when she saw how deferential Tiffany's behavior was towards this goddess.
In less time than it takes to tell, Luci found herself kneeling before this tawny, imperious female, preparing to worship her pubes, and quite excited by the prospect. Nirobe Mirimba, now comfortably seated on the toilet cover, legs spread and ready for a good tonguing, was the star of the university soccer team and had made all-american last year in her junior season. Thanks to dual citizenship, she was also scheduled to play for the national team representing her mother's country of origin in the upcoming World Cup tournament. Luci could hardly control herself from diving headfirst into that patch of black springy hair flecked with dried cum, and consuming the private parts of this goddess until her tongue and lips went numb. When Nirobe's hand guided her mouth to that musky vulva, Luci started shaking like a leaf in a wind storm, bringing a giggle from Tiffany and a clucking sound from this creature who already owned the Asian cupcake's mind and soul without knowing it.
Luci took a deep breath as if she was about to do a high dive into the deep cold quarry that she and her friends used every summer. Her initial foray immediately unearthed the fact that the cunt of this superior being was loaded with what could only be relatively fresh sperm, something that Luci had often experienced when she went down on her best friend, who it turned out was a hopeless nymphomaniac. The two soccer team members laughed and chatted as Luci began excavating the mother lode of sperm from Nirobe's well used fuck tunnel. Confirmation of her discovery was not long in coming. Even though she was putting in a major effort to do a good job, she could not help but hear the conversation that was going on above her bobbing head.
" How was the gangbang? Find any good cocks for me to try out? "
Nirobe laughed at Tiffany's questions and urged Luci to get her tongue deeper, because there was plenty more back there. Then she described her evening in graphic detail while Tiffany and to a degree Luci gave her plenty of attention. The teen could hardly believe her ears as she listened to Nirobe's story. However the more sperm she sucked from the woman's pussy, the more believable the story became.
" Those white boys were laying in the weeds for this poor innocent girl and did they ever lay the wood to me. I wasn't in their place for two minutes when they told me to strip down or they'd tear my clothes off. Not wanting to damage my rags, I did as they told me. No sooner was I in my birthday suit than the guys with the bondage gear started working on me. In a couple of minutes my hands were buckled into a two-sided leather glove and yanked up so that it could be clipped to the leather collar someone else put around my neck. The bastard went out of his way to tighten that collar until I gasped. By then I was getting really funky and those white boys picked up the scent and hustled me into the rec room."
" I knew I was in for a long night because they had brought out the king size mattress and there must have been at least two dozen dudes waiting to tear off a piece of yours truly. The guy running the gangbang told me there were another dozen or so guys due once the bars closed. As usual I would be working without a net, since no one would be wearing a condom. However he assured me as always that this gang of studs were all good to go when it had to do with being free of all STDs. At least that's what he tells me every time I do one of these gangbangs for him. I reminded him that there was not going to be anything but plenty of cocks going in and out of every hole, and for damned sure no rough stuff. He just chuckled and gave my nipples a good hard twist until I started tearing up. He told me he wasn't interested in getting in the way of progress, since he made some good money off these little get-togethers featuring the black beauty as I am called. Shows you how color blind he must be. I don't know how many times in the last six months I told him it's the cocoa, tawny, chocolate, mocha, but not black beauty. I even suggested that I'd put out some pussy and ass for the guy who could come up with a better name than black beauty! "
By this time Luci was mining the mother lode, and it was a struggle to get all that gooey scum sucked up and swallowed without getting a little queazy. All that malt liquor she drank was not mixing well with this gigantic pool of aging sperm that was being transported into the dark haired teen's belly. Based on what she heard next, there were even more unpalatable times ahead. The fact that Nirobe was rubbing Luci's neck almost absent mindedly as if the girl was a pet, was contributing to the ambivalent feelings she was having. Part of Luci wanted to become this tawny beauty's pussy slave until the end of time, but a small portion was rebelling, repulsed by the lack of control her mistress to-be was displaying.
" I'll say one thing for white boys, they do appreciate a woman of color. The brothers would just start pounding this pussy and stretching it all out of shape just because they have the kind of equipment that can do that job. At least the white ones will stick a finger or two into my crack and move it around to check for moisture. Naturally I'm always wet when it comes to getting my poontang pounded to a pulp. I learned that expression from one of the brothers who tried to turn me inside out when I was just a teenager experimenting with sex for the first time. He sure taught me a lot before I moved on to white men. "
" Well let me tell you, this gang of white boys really did a job on me. Most of the time I had at least two cocks sawing away inside me, and after most of them got their rocks off once they could last a lot longer. Then they made me air tight for most of the time. I don't know why it is that the guy with the biggest cock always tries to turn me into a sword swallower, but that's what happened tonight. I was on the verge of passing out at least half a dozen times. By the time the second wave of cocks came by to stir up all the cum I'd already had deposited in my snatch and asshole, I was faced with the problem of having too many hard cocks ready for servicing and not enough holes to go around. "
" White boys can be creative when there is pussy and ass involved. They got me into a position with one cock fucking my pussy from below and two cocks taking turns drilling out my asshole. I got the same treatment from the front, two cocks alternating in my mouth. The white boy under me supported my body so the two ass fuckers could have a clean shot at my butthole.Later on they tried double fucking my asshole which really hurt and nearly ripped my sphincter. They finally gave up on that idea and concentrated on doubling up in my cunt, but not before some wise guy jammed a butt plug up my asshole to keep in all the sperm they shot into it. Wow, let me tell you, double vag is a trip! However I'm sure the little slant-eye here will be thrilled to have an opportunity to suck all that stale sperm from my butthole once she finishes up cleaning out my sore twat. By the way, don't expect me to be doing any serious running at today's practice. I'm sure that the little soccer wannabe will fill in nicely for me while I rest up from my labors of last night and early this morning. "
It turned out that Nirobe hadn't been to bed yet. She'd just arrived back at the house from the gangbang and heard the noise from the bathroom and peeked in to see what was going on in there. Luci gulped when the lithe lovely stood up, announcing that her twat felt pretty good and it was now time for her butthole to get a good cleaning. She asked Tiffany to do the honors and pull out the butt plug so the pussy slave could get busy sucking all the cum from her asshole. Then she settled down on the toilet cover, this time facing away from Luci, and presented her gorgeous ass for the little slave to begin worshipping.
Luci realized it was now or never; either she got to work on that sore, puckered rosebud or give up her dreams of playing on the soccer team. She closed her eyes and let Tiffany guide her face right up to the cleft between Nirobe's firm rounded cheeks. The little doll stuck out her tongue and Nirobe backed up to dock her asshole against Luci's mouth. The Asian teen kept her eyes closed and started to lick out Nirobe's butthole. To her surprise the stuff issuing from that dark donut shaped hole wasn't much different than what she experienced swamping out her cunt. It was salty, sharp and slimy; nothing new from what she'd been dealing with before. This encouraged her to attack her task with much more gusto than she displayed previously. This was quickly noticed by Nirobe who purred like some satiated jungle cat as Luci's mouth and tongue worked diligently to suck out every drop of whatever had been hosed into that dark place.
" This little yellow firecracker may be worth keeping around for a while. Maybe she'd like to go to my next gangbang and be my fluffer."
Nirobe's remark brought laughter from Tiffany who replied that her sister, Kim, had certainly been a lively pledge until she got weird and left for parts unknown. Luci's ears pricked up at that remark and she slowed her ass tonguing to listen closely to this portion of the conversation. She was disappointed to discover that Nirobe had been away training with the national team in Africa during the time that her sister was pledging the soccer team last year. However she soon started getting wet when she heard Nirobe speak on the subject of herself.
"It's around four in the morning and we'll be expected to roll out of bed promptly at six, thanks to our fearless leader, Lady D. I don't know about you, but I'd rather spend the two hours seeing how this little cum sucking sex toy now vacuuming sperm out of my butthole can handle the new strap-on I got last weekend. It was a gift from my lady friend for services rendered over and over and over. She and her live-in sex toy set some kind of a record for getting this poor sister to give it up. They kept me naked and tied spread-eagle to their big comfortable bed while they took turns seeing how often they could make me climax. Their toy collection was bigger than the inventory of most adult porn shops, and it seemed I didn't get any breaks to even catch my breath, as they went from one toy to another. I have no idea how many batteries they went through, but it was a bunch."
"There were times that weekend I truly thought they were going to make my heart stop. I had some of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Her young friend who is maybe my age really knew her stuff. By the way she happens to be Micky Wilson, the pro golfer, also a woman of color. I was either getting ready to have an orgasm, having one, or immediately after having one, being convinced that I wanted to start ramping up for another round of fun and games. Most of the time the mistress was sitting on my face giving directions or seeing how far up my cunt she could get her bony fist. For a woman in her early sixties, she really has a lot of energy. Let me tell you, it's a trip the first time there's someone fisting your cunt while someone else is giving your clit a good going over with a pocket rocket vibrator. However by the tenth time the thrill is gone and it's just lots of hard work. It's almost like soccer practice, except there's no running, just a lot of deep breathing."
( To be continued )
Soccer Slut Wannabes
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 4
As she was marched down the long hall towards Nirobe's room, Luci found herself getting very, very wet in anticipation of being handled roughly by the two soccer team players. She was not to be disappointed. Her butt had been pinched and patted as she made her way over the bare floor, wincing every time she caused a creak. Nirobe's room was Spartan in décor and furnishings, the only item of consequence being her queen sized bed. Luci could hardly wait to be sandwiched by these two powerful women, her masochism coming to the surface.
Nirobe pulled a locker from beneath her bed and opened it to reveal a variety of sex toys. The ones that got Luci's attention were the strap-ons she retrieved for herself and Tiffany, a pair of backup dildos, plus a wheel vibrator. The tawny goddess stretched out on the bed and motioned for the girl to begin eating her pussy. Luci could not move fast enough to begin her servicing of this powerful creature who evidently was omnivorous when it came to sex partners. Tiffany entered the lists as well, rubbing the head of her strap-on dildo against Luci's drooling cunt to lubricate her weapon before plunging it into her defenseless body.
Luci gasped as Tiffany's dildo breached her tight asshole with one powerful thrust and began boring deep into her rectum. The teenager recovered quickly and moved her tongue like it was the swaying head of a king cobra, licking back and forth over the mouth of Nirobe's cunt. It did not take long for the woman to begin oozing her creamy spendings onto Luci's waiting tongue. All the while like some rhythm instrument, Tiffany's dildo moved in and out of Luci's slowly opening butthole, wedging deeper and deeper into the colon of her victim.
Nirobe was a bit taken aback by the skill of that fast tongue now seeming to be operating in another gear. The woman had been eaten by experts, but she was quickly realizing that this little sex maniac was something out of the ordinary. She suddenly caught her breath and then took off like a rocket as she unexpectedly had the first of many orgasms. Tiffany laughed at what was occurring just a few feet from where she knelt, her hips moving smoothly and most of the dildo now disappearing between Luci's firm curvy cheeks on every stroke. There was no question that this little minx took after her older sister. Tiffany tried to imagine how it might feel if the two of them were doing her, and decided that might be too much of a good thing.
Luci's neck began to ache from the pressure of Nirobe's hands as she tried to jam the Asian doll's head into her dripping cunt. Having made most of the dildo do a disappearing act, Tiffany now was seeing how it behaved when it was moved from side to side. That added to the fire that was slowly building within Luci. Once again her incredible tongue brought Nirobe to a major orgasm that totally curled her toes. The soccer star felt as if she was being buffeted by huge waves, and could do nothing about it. The teenager gnawed away at the last bit of resistance and then she made Nirobe have a series of climaxes, each one slightly more intense than its predecessor. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she acted as if she was havng a fit, even frothing at the mouth as one huge tidal wave after another crushed her down into the depths of this fiery ocean that was threatening to overwhelm her completely.
What goes around comes around, or is it cum as in orgasm? Whatever it was that fueled Luci's fast tongue and suctioning mouth finally needed a refill. It was at this point that Nirobe took command despite her weakened condition. Now it was time for that bitch known as payback. Even though Tiffany continued her efforts to widen certain portions of the little cupcake's rectum and colon, Nirobe hitched up her new strap-on featuring what could only be described as a major portion of a horse's cock. She patted Tiffany on the butt and suggested that Luci was more than eager to remove with her mouth whatever was now coating the dildo that had been reaming out her lower intestine. The midfielder grinned and shifted her hard rubber battering ram from the soccer slut wannabe's anus to her mouth.
While Tiffany straddled Luci's chest and got herself comfortable, Nirobe slipped three fingers into the teen's oozing cunt and smiled; there would be no need for any lubricant, even with her toy's extra large girth, not to mention a length well in excess of a foot. The teenager's twat was warped by the entry of that monster dildo; her cunt lips thinned and then seemed to disappear as the huge head began sinking into the pink. For the first time there appeared some degree of fear in the expression of little Luci Kawani. Her little cunt had been stretched by some huge cocks, but this man-made tool had no give to it. Her twat either stretched to accommodate the tool, or tore. At this point it was touch and go concerning which way things would work out.
Nirobe settled back on her haunches, keeping the tool wedged inside the Asian babe, giving her time to adjust to the effect it was having on her fuck tunnel. The tawny goddess stared fixedly at Luci's face for signs that she was ready for another few inches of this battering ram. The girl had blinked back some tears and now was focused on the ceiling. Nirobe interpreted that to mean she was steeling herself for another assault on her over stuffed cunt. She did not disappoint the teen, giving her another slow dose of hard rubber. Luci's groans and gasps grew louder as her young cunt grudgingly gave ground to the intruder.
Tiffany had been paying attention to the show taking place before her. Now she decided it was time to take care of business. She ordered Luci to open wide and when the teen complied, she slammed about four inches of her dildo into the girl's mouth, managing to get a beachhead established by the head of the toy which was now poised to begin its painful journey down Luci's gullet. The almond-eyed teen gasped and tears poured down her cheeks as Nirobe put some muscle behind the next thrust and collapsed any resistance from the slant-eyed doll's bloated fuck box. Over half of the huge hunk of hard rubber was now buried within the teen's straining twat.
The two soccer players now took their time running their weapons in and out of the tiring teen whose firm body was beginning to weaken from the concerted assaults of her two captors. She experienced the kind of teamwork that they used when they were on the field. The bedsprings squeaked steadily as the two dildos moved in tandem, one opening the girl's cunt further with each stroke while the other continued to make inroads into her convulsing throat.
Even for these two well conditioned athletes, it proved to be an arduous task to finally overcome the last bit of resistance from the almond-eyed cupcake before her little trembling body was totally conquered. Now they picked up the pace and began to really punish their victim for her temerity. Nirobe was moving her hips from side to side so her giant toy could scrape the stretched walls of the teen's cunt. Tiffany was punching her tool straight down the girl's yielding throat, pausing once she had gone as far as possible and watching her captive's eyes grow large and her face begin to redden as she fought futilely for air.
This cruel, uneven struggle had turned into a massacre. Luci began to panic, believing that she was on the verge of being severely harmed or perhaps even killed by their brutal atttacks. Suddenly she lost control of her bladder and showered Nirobe's crotch with her urine, startling the woman to the point that she quickly withdrew her dildo from the swollen cunt of her victim. Tiffany was still fixated on the way Luci's color was changing; now approaching a dark ugly bluish cast, a sure sign that she was nearing suffocation. The thing that may have saved the cute little wannabe was the blaring of the speakers located in the halls, announcing the start of another day for the soccer team.Nirobe muttered under her breath and decided that Luci needed a tiny reminder of her less than equal status here at the team's house. She arched her back and pulled all but the first inch or so of the dildo from the teen's twat. Then with a grunt she slammed as much of it as was humanly possible into the girl's churning guts. Tiffany followed suit and her weapon did a job on the teen's voice box. For the rest of her stay she would rarely speak and what came from her was very difficult to hear or understand.
( To be continued )
Soccer Slut Wannabes
Chapter 5
It was a very interesting fifteen minutes as the team members leaped out of bed, raced for the bathrooms to relieve themselves, then headed to the kitchen for breakfast. There were a few glitches in this morning's operation. Haley awoke to find herself alone in bed, a situation that bugged the devil out of her. Nirobe was faced with a piss soaked bed compliments of her little friend, Luci. Luci was so worn out she could barely move, not the best way to start off the first day of practice with the university team.
Nirobe made no bones about what she planned to do with Luci once practice was over and she had time to give her exactly what she deserved, with interest of course. Haley was looking for her fellow midfielder so she could tear out some of her hair by the roots. Luci was in such pain she could barely stand up, and on the verge of bursting into tears, but held herself together from fear that such a display would cook her proverbial goose as far as becoming a member of the team in the future.
By the time Nirobe nonchalantly made her entrance, pushing a teary eyed Luci Kawani in front of her, everyone else with the exception of Tiffany were seated at the training table waiting for the cook to begin serving. There were plenty of whispered comments going back and forth among the ladies, and they grew in volume when Tiffany arrived to complete the group. It was very obvious that Luci had been treated rather harshly. Her well-stretched pussy was still oozing from the treatment it had taken from the toys used on it by all three of her bedmates. The teen's cunt lips were swollen and scarlet, but it was her enlarged clit that captured everybody's attention. That fat throbbing mass of sexual dynamite seemed to be calling to every female at the table. The twosome due to have her this evening were especially excited at the prospect of having this super sex toy at their disposal.
Haley was not about to let Nirobe make her look bad and so she instantly challenged the haughty soccer star. Nirobe's response was cool and fairly accurate. She had arrived at the house quite late and had no idea who this person was occupying the bathroom with Tiffany. It was fairly obvious that Tiffany was disciplining the girl for some offense, but that was all she knew. One thing led to another and she decided to assist her teammate in this endeavor. So she and Tiffany had taken the teen to her bedroom and given her a taste of what she could expect as long as she remained in this house and did not obey her superiors in all things.
Then with a mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes she innocently asked when it would be her turn to have this little Asian cupcake as her bedmate. Some loud muttering and a few veiled threats greeted that remark. It was Lady D, the team's coach, and a former member of the squad in her university days, who told everyone to calm down and that she would talk privately with Nirobe concerning this rather touchy subject. In the meantime practice for all team members as well as their guest was scheduled to begin in less than an hour.
To further put Luci in her place, she was given her breakfast in a bowl put out in the corner of the kitchen. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, forcing her to eat from it as if she were a dog. A few of the team members took an occasional glance to where she leaned over, lapping up her food and at the same time giving them a good view of her angry cunt lips, dripping pussy, and that fat clitoris peeking from its hood. The two players who had drawn her for tonight were already preparing their plans for that hot wet cunt, not to mention imagining how that fast tongue of hers was going to feel on their pussies.
At last an exhausted, but free Luci Kawani took her place on the grassy field, playing on a wing. Her sore cunt was forgotten in the first rush of adrenalin that propelled her in the direction signaled to her by Nirobe.
The poor teen never saw what hit her. The next thing Luci knew she was on her back shaking her head violently to escape the fumes coming from the smelling salts being held under her nose. For a few seconds she saw double, but as soon as she was jerked to her feet and slapped soundly on her firm curvy bottom, she recovered her wits and the practice started up once more. Her tongue was literally hanging out by the time the whistle signaled the first rest break.
The player who had knocked her senseless came up and joked about leveling her; claiming being setup by Nirobe like that was a ritual every new player underwent. Then she casually mentioned that she was looking forward to having Luci lick her butthole until it glistened when they were in bed together later in the week. The almost, but not quite petite China doll was struck speechless, but secretly the crotch of her briefs began to get a bit damp. Being the sex slave of a group of dominant women was a secret fetch that really turned on the almond-eyed teen. Somehow she managed to survive the morning workout despite taking more hits than she had ever experienced on the soccer field. Toward the end of the session she was moved to a fullback position and gave thanks for this merciful action on the part of the coach, Lady Diana.
Just before the team was to break for lunch, Diana announced a sudden death session, something in which Luci had often participated when she played juniors. When the coach also mentioned that Luci would be a part of the session, the little cupcake's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she was surrounded by her grinning teammates, who unceremoniously stripped the teen down to her briefs and sports bra. They hustled her toward the net where one of the team awaited, holding a hockey goalie's mask under her arm. Before Luci could react she was grabbed and pulled into the net area where a rope dangled from the top of the cage. The Asian cutie always wore her hair in a long plait and the rope was knotted to it, while other ropes anchored to the sides of the cage as well as stakes driven into the turf were used to spread her arms and legs wide. The mask was fitted to her face by the laughing players and then she was pulled off her feet so she hung in midair, supported only by her long braided length of hair.
Luci nearly wet her panties when she realized that she was to be the target for this practice session. Half a dozen players, including Nirobe Mirimba, lined up to take a turn shooting sudden death goals at the dangling teen's body. Lady Diana called out to the women that each would take three kicks with Luci's head and crotch worth two points and the rest of her body one. The two highest scorers from round one would have a shoot out to determine the winner, who would win a prize to be presented at lunch. Luci just knew that somehow or another she too would be involved in the prize activity.This only made her pussy ooze faster and the teen's obvious excitement was now blatantly revealed as the crotch of her panties developed a growing wet spot. This was quickly noticed by all the players, bringing forth all sorts of sexually charged comments concerning their invited guest player.
There were two forwards and two midfielders lined up to shoot at the target. To her dismay, Luci now recognized Haley among the group. She realized that her erstwhile bedmate would be highly motivated to do the maximum damage to her relatively defenseless body. The little cupcake was sure that Nirobe would show her no mercy as well, but for other reasons. She had already wrecked havoc on the teen's bare body, but she would still do her best to put her great talent on display even at this minor initiation ritual. The human target watched as the ball was set up, waiting for the first striker to send it hurtling towards her.
Luci was not prepare for the speed of the first kick which rocketed off the ground and hit her squarely between the tits, driving the breath from her lungs. She had no time to react to the second shot which glanced off the inside of her thigh leaving an area of numbness. It was the third shot, delivered with brutal force and unerring accuracy, striking her squarely in the face that brought a roar of approval for the assembled team and a broad smile from Nirobe who had just taken the lead with her first two-pointer. The next player hit her just above the crotch, making her feel as if she had to vomit. Before she could regroup Haley nailed her between the legs and the combination of all the activity last evening and this morning, coupled with this violent blow to her pussy did make her toss her cookies. Coach D was in the process of calling for a time out when the last kicker also nailed Luci in the face, bringing more of a gasp than a cheer from the players. Poor Luci was totally oblivious to what happened afterward since she was out cold.
When the little Asian babe opened her eyes, she had difficulty seeing or focusing. She also had a splitting headache and a gash on her chin. The mask had offered a degree of protection, but it was not fitted for her smaller features. It evidently shifted after the first hit to Luci's face, then dug in after the second blow, causing the deep gash that would likely need stitches. Another effect of the shifting mask was the swollen area around both eyes, which explained her vision problems. A very worried coach D was asking her over and over if she could hear what she was saying. The teen had to use hand gestures to communicate, much to the relief of the slender blonde with watery blue eyes and a figure that could only be described as boyish.
Efforts to get Luci to her feet failed; every time she tried to stand, the pain in her head intensified tremendously. So it was that Luci Kawani's first practice resulted in her being carried from the field on a stretcher; two of the scrubs being designated to cart the teen back to the house for a closer examination of her injuries. On the way back, the numbness in her thigh wore off and was replaced with a throbbing ache. However it was now her badly bruised crotch that was taking center stage. The teen was in tears by the time she was transferred to a bed, which proved to belong to coach D.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
Soccer Slut Wannabes
Chapter 6
Thanks to a handful of aspirins, and a couple of ice bags placed in strategic places Luci was feeling much improved by the time the team returned from the afternoon practice. A few of the ladies popped in to check on her progress including the one who had finished her off with that final kick. Luci was thankful for the sentiment expressed, but disappointed that Nirobe and her two bedmates from last night hadn't bothered to show their concern.
The teen limped slowly to the dining room for supper, declaring that she was much improved and felt sure she'd be back on the field in another day or so. The group, who were devouring their meals like they hadn't seen food in a week, largely ignored her. She sat between two women she didn't know. Except for an occasional grunt or request to have something passed to them, they concentrated on eating with a dedication that was astonishing.
Luci wondered what was in store for her this evening. The prospect of having two demanding bed partners in perfect health taking turns on and in her body with who knows what, didn't sound like a very attractive way to spend the night considering the sorry state of her physical condition. Thus the little Asian cupcake was both surprised and delighted to be told by coach D that a cot had been set up in her room and Luci would be spending the night getting her rest. An hour later, freshly filled ice bags in her possession, Luci found her way to the cot and settled down for the night. She quickly nodded off, but sometime later her sleep was interrupted by the arrival of Lady D, as the players called her.
She feigned sleep but could not resist watching as the pale blonde stripped to the skin revealing a lean, well toned body featuring a set of apple sized breasts with stiff nipples the size of pencil erasers, a flat belly and a hairless vulva. Luci's slitted eyes grew wide when the woman reached down to part her pink cunt lips and then after quickly licking the fingers of her other hand reached down and gave her clit a slow, teasing rub, moving up and down a number of times before her body shuddered.
Luci was astonished at how quickly the coach had gotten herself off. She shut her eyes and prayed that she had not been caught witnessing this highly personal act. When she opened her eyes, coach D was donning a robe. Then she scooped up a towel from the bed and headed off, probably to take a shower. For a brief moment Luci wanted to leap from her cot and follow the slim woman so she could join her there. In point of fact the teen was rather ripe since she had not taken a shower since her arrival at the soccer team house.
The Asian doll slept fitfully, tossing and turning on the narrow cot, waking up frequently. The first couple of times she could hear the sounds of the soccer team doing whatever they did before going to sleep. The next time there was silence. Luci lay there trying to collect herself, and could not help noticing that coach D had not returned to the bedroom. Finally she came out of a rather nasty nightmare. She was hanging by her wrists, stark naked and Nirobe was throwing darts into her bare boobs. The teen managed to disturb the sleep of the coach, who had returned from wherever she had gone.
Before she could feign having returned to sleep, the coach was out of bed and leaning over her. The teen looked up at a pair of bare breasts and a face hovering directly over her head. Then a dry, cool hand touched her brow, checking for a fever. Then coach D spoke and Luci started to get that same feeling she had when she first set eyes on Nirobe.
"You've had a rather busy day young lady. Not exactly the way I would have wanted it to play out, but such is the life of a ladies soccer coach and young girls foolish enough to put themselves in the not so tender hands of young women who are feeling their oats. There is very little I can do for you off the field, please understand that those are the rules. You are going to have to buckle down and give it your all, and not just on the field either. My ladies are a randy lot, as I can vouch."
" No matter how many times I go to the showers with every intention to just shower, someone or ones usually intervenes and I am dragged off to a strange location or a convenient bed. Tonight was no exception. I should be used to it by now; after all I once was your age and had to go through the rigors of the soccer team's initiation ritual. Worse still, they decided to put me on probation for the first year and that made my life rather stressful."
The little cookie was wide awake by then and taking it all in like a sponge. She realized that the coach was using her more as a listener rather than a confidant. Luci also became aware of the odor she knew quite well, and it was emanating from coach D. She couldn't help wondering which of the team members had enjoyed the company of their soccer coach, and exactly what went on. For tonight only, there were two kindred spirits sharing the small bedroom. She laid her head back on the pillow and listened to the story that unfolded.
"My freshman year was dominated by the three S's; school, soccer and sex. School was inescapable and a cruel mistress. You could not negotiate with most of the profs or obtain delays when assignments were due. That wasn't necessarily true in certain rare cases, but these always involved upper class students, never lowly frosh such as myself. There were profs, both men and women, who would offer some leeway in exchange for a sexual favor or two. I was fortunate enough not to ever get into a situation that required me to effectively prostitute myself. I am always proud of that fact. To go on probation for scholastic reasons meant no soccer, which in turn meant no scholarship for me. No matter what else was going on, school requirements had to be met, even if it meant no sleep, shifting other things at some future cost or even turning down a tryst with some influential player, coach or supporter of the team."
"To me soccer and sex at times seemed synonymous. What may have saved my sanity was that the coach left me off the traveling squad and rarely played me at home unless it was against a much weaker opponent. I used this free time to catch up on school assignments and the like, but it came at a price. The squad knew from my initiation that I had an extremely strong sex drive and did not discriminate when it came to the sex of my partners. Over half the team were either dedicated lesbians or bisexual, fairly similar to the distribution of this year's group. Being on probation meant I was at their beck and call. Rarely a day went by when I didn't have to service one or more of the team. Evidently I was fairly good at it, and so the demands for my talents grew as the year progressed."
" After a while the straight team members decided that they wanted to have some fun with me as well. That was when I was introduced to the Syberon, a fiendishly designed machine that could produce intense orgasms in even the most reluctant female. For weeks on end I was tied up and forced to ride that machine for lengthy periods as my orgasms clicked off like clockwork. My tormentors took to betting on how many I would have over a certain period of time. I freely admit to loving sex, but even I was not able to keep up with the demands of this mechanical contrivance. There were days when I could barely walk thanks to an extended session with my mechanical lover as the women called it. In passing I should tell you that according to what I heard about your sister's initiation, she was forced to ride a much more powerful version of the machine and it may have finally pushed her past her limits."
" As bad as that was, it paled in comparison to what I had to do when I, along with another pair of unfortunates, would be volunteered to serve as "hostesses" at one of the wild parties or orgies thrown by the lacrosse team. You talk about your alpha males, their off campus house reeked of testosterone. For reasons I will never understand, I was very popular with those wild men. Once they kept me naked and available for an entire weekend, but only for lacrosse team members. Every one of them had me at least once a day, and some came back for second and third helpings. Somehow I survived that as well, and by end of year I was welcomed as a full fledged member of the university's soccer team."
"It didn't hurt that midway through the year one of the lacrosse team decided to make me his personal slave, a rare honor not given to many. He was one of the leading scorers on the team, and as his slave I had a favored status that stood me in good stead with the soccer team. As his private stock, so to speak, I slept only with him or someone he designated. In the nearly six months I served my master, this only happened twice. The first was the captain of the lacrosse team who had become briefly estranged from his sweetheart, a remarkably gifted athlete who held the conference pole vault record and ultimately made the US Olympic team. The second was his father who was a member of the lacrosse team when he attended the university."
"Both times I considered it an honor to serve my master in this manner, and treasure both occasions. My former master is currently working in New York as a senior stock broker, the youngest in the firm's history. He is expected to go far and his engagement to a fine young lady from a very good family was recently announced. I look forward to attending the wedding. That's enough for tonight, you need to rest so you can romp with your potential peers and show your mettle. I won't bore you with the rest of my life story, but being able to talk to you like this may have helped us both."
(To be continued-lex ludite)
Soccer Slut Wannabes
Chapter 7
How Kim Kawani ever survived the long trip to Nigeria was one of those great unexplainable mysteries. Perhaps it was the circuitous way that she was transported to her final destination that helped her recover to a degree from the terrible damage that had been done to her body. Had she been flown as cargo, there is no doubt she would have frozen to death in transit, weakened as she was. Her new owner's place was a rather large brothel located in Lagos that served the needs of the local oil workers, and also took care of the special requirements associated with those responsible for supervising and managing the vast oil fields that had made Nigeria a power in Africa.
To say that he was infuriated at the condition of his "chattel" was an understatement. However he had not gotten rich by letting his emotions rule his intellect. This piece of damaged goods showed potential and his keen eye realized that there were some clients of his that would pay top dollar for an interlude with this exotic, diminutive beauty with the face of a child and the body of a woman. So he made a significant investment of money and time in rehabilitating her body.
Three months later a revitalized Kim Kawani, now known as Jade Star, made her debut as the top whore in the brothel, doing business on a scale that had never been seen at the place. She was now the proud possessor of a tight pussy and an even tighter asshole thanks to the outstanding surgeons imported from Europe, who not only repaired, but rejuvenated her damaged parts. While they were at it, some minor improvements to her eyes, nose and cheekbones were done that turned her face from cute to beautiful in a very exotic way. Asian women were not common to this part of the world and Jade Star caused a sensation and a sudden demand by the competing establishments for Asian prostitutes.
Unfortunately there was only one Jade Star and she ruled the shadow world like an empress, listening at all times to her counselor, the brothel owner, Xavier. Another tremendous advantage she had was her command of the English language, spoken by almost anyone who had a high position in the oil monopoly that had sprung up in Nigeria. Xavier had gambled and won a fortune with this young woman who he had brought back from the grave. In her first three months, Jade Star made nearly one million dollars for the owner who took it all as his due. To the young woman, money was not her goal, freedom was. So began the jockeying for position between the two. It would seesaw from time to time, but always she remained a virtual prisoner.
If the truth be known, Kim and Xavier had a great deal of mutual respect for each other, as well as backgrounds that had some odd similarities. Both had been born off-shore, but matriculated at universities in the US. Xavier was an all-American selection in two sports, lacrosse and soccer, while Kim was considered good enough to be given a soccer scholarship, that unfortunately she never got to use or enjoy. Despite this, what kept them bonded was their business. Each depended upon the other for its success. To Kim, this was just a way station on her return to the US and revenge for what had befallen her. Xavier was taking a much different view of her career, looking at her as an investment that would pay dividends for many years even as she lost her cachet. He had no loyalty to Kim; she was merely a valued employee. Like all valued employees, there would come a time when he would have to replace her, at a profit of course. Naturally neither confided in the other concerning their long term views of this relationship.
There were many nights when Luci had dreams about her missing and presumed dead sister, and this was one of them. Perhaps it had been the revelations of the coach, her injury, or merely the excitement attached with being where she knew her sister always wanted to be. This particular dream was unlike the others in that Kim spoke directly to her from a place foreign, almost alien to the girl. What she said made no sense at first; almost as if she were speaking in a strange tongue. Gradually Luci picked up a word or two that she understood, but the missing parts left her baffled as to what Kim was telling her. It dawned on Luci that her sister was wearing a mask that nearly replicated her appearance, except for subtle changes here and there. The significance of this escaped her completely.
Gradually the masked version of her sister began to change, to grow in size and shifting into a new physical form. Then the mask melted away and Luci was confronted by a grinning Nirobe Mirimba, who had replaced her sister and now was speaking in a language much akin to what Kim had used to try to communicate with her. Luci looked down at herself to discover she was clad in her sports bra and nothing else. When she looked up a soccer ball was flying straight at her head. The girl awoke screaming, waking the coach and even bringing a few members of the team to her room to see what the fuss was all about. She took some kidding, but the coach made everyone leave and sat by Luci's bed until the girl was overtaken by sleep. There were no other dreams that night, at least none she could remember upon awakening to the blaring speakers announcing that it was time to start the day.
Luci was determined to get onto the field today despite her recurring headaches. At the breakfast table, her little nightmare was discussed, but not the way she imagined it would be. The girls homed in on coach D rather than Luci, accusing her of attempting to seduce the wannabe. This is turn led to an open discussion of her little meeting in the showers with a number of the squad. Two of the ladies swore that she had seduced them, getting them to go with her into the back area of the showers where she then proceeded to get on her knees so she could eat out their freshly washed pussies. They said she was so sexed up that in order to prevent her from damaging their twats, they called for help and fortunately there were about a half dozen other girls showering, and they came to the rescue.
Someone had the good sense to get something to tie her hands with, and once this was done they dragged her out of the showers and into the weight room. They put her on a bench and took turns sitting on her face in an effort to calm her down. This only made her crazy and so a number of the ladies decided to see if fisting her would bring her to heel. One of the wings, who had big hands, finally calmed her down after fisting her for almost twenty minutes, most of that time spent tilting her uterus as her big fist pounded away at its entrance. Another girl laughed and observed that coach wasn't interested in having kids anyway,so they actually were doing her a favor.
Luci was stunned speechless to hear such lies, or were they? Did coach D have anything to do with her weird dreams? Luci decided that it would be safer and enhance her chances with the rest of the team if she got out of the coach's room and started sleeping around with the ladies as she was supposed to be doing. She was so busy plotting her own strategy that she nearly missed the comment made by Tiffany. The midfielder observed with an evil grin that perhaps coach D needed her attitude adjusted compliments of the lacrosse team.
"It looks as if someone who looks a lot like coach D has to spend a day or so over at the swamp riding the big green machine when she'd not being fucked cross-eyed by the mighty men of the university's lacrosse team. Remember how funny she walked for a couple of days after her last trip to the swamp?"
It was then that Nirobe piped up, arguing that coach D enjoyed the action she got over at the swamp too much, and instead needed to hang around with the guys that she knew.
"She needs a good round the clock, no holds barred, gangbang featuring the meanest studs in town. Those boys don't fool when they fuck. They do it to show the bitch who is the boss,and they do it just for the fun of it. No girl who goes through one of those twenty-four hours of hell ever volunteers for another unless she's been so fucked up by the first that her brain died."
That made everyone except the coach break into laughter. It was no secret among the players that their coach was heavy into cock, and loved to be put in her place every chance she got. Rumor had it that she had volunteered to be used round the clock by the lacrosse team and some of their closest friends and supporters, but at the last minute had chickened out after seeing what happened to another girl who had been put through the meat grinder previously. The coach glared at Nirobe and announced that she was to take twenty laps before practice and another twenty afterwards. The girl merely grinned and made a mock bow in the coach's direction, ending the discussion.
Somehow Luci made it out onto the field and coach D had her play on the back line for the first portion of the practice. To her surprise and delight Luci got her act together and even made a number of good deflections on kicks designed to open up the wedge for some quick runs by the wings. At the end of the first rest period she was reassigned to midfield and played beside Tiffany on the first team, holding her own and not making any serious mistakes. Tiffany even swatted her on the bottom,a great compliment, as they ran off the grass for the second break. Nirobe came over and whispered into her ear that she was expecting her tonight and to not be late. This was puzzling since she knew that another pair had drawn her for the evening.
When practice was over for the day, the temperature had climbed well over a hundred in the sun. It was now that coach D disciplined Nirobe Mirimba in a manner that she'd not forget for some time. The coach announced that she was using one of her overcalls. An overcall was the right of the coach to revise a player's discipline to her satisfaction before it was totally done. Overcalls were limited to one per practice,and rarely executed except for the most flagrant offenses, such as what occurred this morning at breakfast. The rest of the squad stayed around to see just what the coach had in mind for their star player.
Nirobe was made to strip down to just her shoes, before her hands were cuffed behind her back. A leather collar was locked around her neck and attached by a ten foot length of chain to the mowing machine that coach D had "borrowed" from the grounds people, who were invited to watch Nirobe's discipline in exchange for the use of their machine. It had a top speed of six miles an hour, an easy pace for any well-conditioned athlete. However doing it in the blazing sun after playing for half an hour without hydrating, then being forced to run on grass while restrained and stark naked made the pace somewhat challenging. Coach ran the girl at the machine's top speed until she staggered and came close to falling. Then she slowed to let her finish without collapsing in humiliation before her peers. It was a chastened Nirobe Mirimba who limped from the field.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 8
It was a furious Nirobe Mirimba who stomped into the soccer team's residence and headed for the showers. The rest of the team respectfully waited until she finished showering and strode from the area, stark naked except for a towel draped over her shoulder. A couple of team members who were standing in the vicinity of Luci clucked their tongues and exchanged comments concerning the unfortunate that would be sharing Nirobe's bed tonight. When they realized that the unfortunate was standing within hearing distance, they tittered and moved away from the teenager.
Dinner was not the usual raucous semi-riot it normally was after a strenuous practice and a long hot shower. The ladies seemed more interested in wolfing down their food and leaving the area as quickly as possible. The last three people seated at the training table were Luci, Nirobe and coach D. Nirobe made sure that neither left before hearing what she had to say.
"Coach, you had a perfect right to do what you did, I accept that, no hard feelings. Now you listen to what I have to say. You have humiliated me for the last time. I need to remain on the team until the World Cup starts, then you can go to hell for all I care. Since I can't get at you, your little girlfriend here will have to take your place starting this evening. I don't think she'll be in any kind of shape to practice with the team for the rest of her stay here; I have other plans for her. Let's just say that's it's going to be a dry run for her initiation, which I will miss just like when we had her sister last year. Now you can stick that up your tight, prissy ass for all I care. Get in my way and I'll blow the whistle on you and your little girlfriend, or is it girlfriends?"
Coach D blushed red and became somewhat agitated by the accusation that there was anything going on between her and the teenager. She realized however that despite any lack of evidence, a scandal like that, involving someone underage, would spell the end of her career in soccer. Having effectively eliminated the coach as an obstacle to her plans, Nirobe, who was no fool, contacted the two girls who were scheduled to have the company of Luci this evening. She explained the situation and offered them the opportunity of joining forces to not only fix little Luci, but also to make a statement concerning the overbearing attitude of the coach. She also broadly hinted that coach D was in for a few nasty surprises before this contest of the wills ended. They quickly agreed to her offer since summer soccer practice was one big pain in the ass as one of them bluntly put it. Anything to break the monotony of it all seemed to be the idea that carried the day in any discussion on this subject.
Before Luci, in handcuffs, was marched off to the showers an hour or so later, half the team had already agreed to what Nirobe suggested. To seal the deal all those who had signed up already were invited to witness little Luci being shown the error of her ways, big time, with the promise of even better times to come once they got better organized. The hint that perhaps coach D would be joining them on at least one evening for an open season kind of meeting of the minds and bodies was bandied about by some of the more adventurous members of the cabal.
They wasted little time giving Luci Kawani a thorough scrubbing both inside and out, despite the fact that she had taken a shower in this very place less than two hours ago in front of a number of drooling team members who nearly overpowered and dragged her off to the weight room for some early getting to know you action. One thing about little Luci, she didn't have a modest bone in her hot young body. Left to her own devices she 'd run around naked as the day she was born, enjoying all the stares she got from both males and females. She had been raised in a culture that didn't consider teenage consensual sex anything to obsess about.
The tiny tart did strenuously object to the bottle brush that was used to scour her cunt and even her tender, tight asshole, but being handcuffed and overmatched by the trio of strong, well-conditioned athletes made her objections inconsequential. For her troubles they forced her down on the tiles and took turns emptying their bladders on their sputtering victim's face and big tits. Then to show that there were no ill feelings, they put her back under the shower, this time a very cold shower that turned her skin to goose bumps. When she was told that they had ways to warm her up, she sighed, but her eyes danced at the prospect of swapping some bodily fluids with her soon to be team mates.
The weight room was not a place familiar to the teenager; this would all change as from now on almost every evening she would make an appearance with a new set of friends and have her hot young body manipulated, then probed by various sex toys and tools, not to mention hot tongues, moist lips and mouths capable of pulling a vacuum on some areas of her body. Tonight her new friends introduced her to the whirlpool bath, normally used to ease aching muscles and the like. This time she was forced to sit on the laps of her fellow soccer players and enjoy the sensation of having large inanimate objects inserted into her tight asshole. Once they were seated properly she would be required to perform dozens of risers , as they called them, until her legs quivered, and her tight asshole became stretched and a bit sore.
To let her have a chance to recover her strength, the two team members took turns sitting on the edge of the bath and feeding their shaved cunts to Luci in order to sample her ability to eat pussy. She quickly proved what Nirobe already knew; this little teenager had a turbo tongue and knowledge that would put most hookers to shame. Luci now had another set of conquests, eager to have sex with her at the drop of her panties, that is if she wore them. Nirobe felt left out, even though she was going to have the Polynesian pussy all to herself for the remainder of the night. However in her case she wanted the almond-eyed honey to put that tongue deep inside her butthole and have it do tricks. Luci did as her mistress ordered and a great time was had by all, including the two absolutely amazed players who up until now, thought they had seen everything.
Luci was put to work doing more risers as the other player took a turn making her ride the dildo she had brought to the party. This time Nirobe busied herself with Luci's big tits, nibbling on the stiff nipples and leaving numerous bite marks on those firm boobs. The other member of the trio swapped saliva with the teenager and tried to suck her tongue right out of her mouth, something that the little teenager loved to have done to her. Both of the players insisted that Luci tongue their bungholes, and while she did this, Nirobe tried to get her hand up the girl's tight cunt. Up until now it had been all fun and games, but things quickly changed.
Without warning Luci was unceremoniously dunked and held under by her new friends. Struggle as she might, and she put up quite a fight, they managed to keep her under and she started swallowing some water. Nirobe egged them on and dared them to hold her under until she passed out and really took a big gulp of the heated water. By the time they pulled her out, Luci's face had turned almost blue and she was not breathing. They panicked, but Nirobe only laughed and called them little pussies who were afraid to play with the big people. She dared them to submerge the girl immediately and hold her under for another minute. They refused and with an evil grin Nirobe pushed Luci under and kept her down on the bottom while she counted to sixty, perhaps a bit fast, but slow enough to scare the living daylights out of the other two players.
For all her bravado all Nirobe had to back her confidence in what she said were the old wive's tales her mother would tell her when she was growing up. If the water was warm rather than cold, that was good for survival. What kind of fish lived in the water wherever the person was swimming had much to do with whether they lived or died. The cleaner the water the better the person's chances. Very young and very old had little chance if they were under more than a few minutes; others who were stronger could stay down almost twice as long and still be revived. The best techique for reviving a person who had been under for many minutes was a good solid kick to the ribs or a knee drop onto the belly, especially a belly that was bloated from taking on too much water. To Nirobe's wayof thinking, Luci had everything in her favor; one only had to apply those things that have been proven to work over the years and wait for the drowning victim to come back to life.
The cocoa-colored soccer star heaved Luci's chilled body over the edge of the tub and let her drain, occasionally slapping her on the back and shouting into her ears. Her two companions huddled together and shivered, fearful that they had just contributed to the death of the cold, pale-faced teenager hanging over the edge of the whirlpool bath, water dripping from her body, but no sign of respiration. Nirobe looked at them and laughed, calling them old women not worthy to be members of this outstanding group of female athletes. She jumped from the tub and pulled the seemingly lifeless body of Luci Tawani down to the floor, on her back. Then as the two horrified women looked on she delivered a ferocious kick into the teenager's ribs causing her body to roll onto its side. Then she took a swift step and launched another vicious kick that exploded into the bulging belly of the gray-faced teen.
The teenager rolled over onto her back, and a fountain of water errupted from her mouth. The trio of players stopped breathing for a second as they watched the Polynesian cutie return from the dead. Nirobe was the first to take charge of the situation, punching Luci between her big tits, forcing air to be taken into her lungs. Then anger took over for fear and she decided to show her companions just how angry she was at the behavior of their victim. She ordered them to bring the gasping teen to her feet and put her in a half-nelson. They followed instructions like a pair of automatons. Satisfied that Luci was out of danger Nirobe stepped forward and launched another gut busting kick into Luci's midsection, bringing a torrent of water from her belly and lungs. Then she did a cross-over and drove her foot up between the girl's thighs, her shin making contact with Luci's cunt mouth, literally lifting her body off the floor. She was turning blue when the player holding her let go of her arms, and she collapsed to the tile vomiting up everything she had eaten today.
"O.K. that's enough fooling around. Let's see just how much punishment that little twat can take. Let's tie her down to the bench and really give her a good workout. Who wants to fist her first? I want to see how big a dildo that asshole of hers can handle. Then afterwards we can give her a serious whipping with the belt I brought in my bag of tricks. We'll teach her to fool around with real soccer players!"
(To be continued-lex ludite)
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 9
Fisting is no simple process; it can sometimes take months of steady practice before one's fist can be comfortably inserted into the partner's cunt. However if there is a significant mismatch in the size of the fists, one partner may be doomed to be the fistee, and miss out on a lot of fun. Luci and her older sister, Kim, spent the better part of a summer doing each other, until Luci, the smaller or the two, managed to make a fist and get it into her sister's tight snatch. Thus the plans of Nirobe to have Luci fisted were doomed to disappointment, although the trio put a lot of energy into the attempts.
Undaunted Nirobe reached into her bag of tricks and came up with an inflatable dildo that was soon buried deep inside Luci's cunt. This proved to be great fun as each member of the trio took a turn at pumping up the rubber monster embedded within their little victim. Soon she was bulging, but alas there came a point when her bone structure limited the amount of air that could be pumped into the dildo. That gave Nirobe another idea that proved to be a winner.
It took some doing, but with her two strong companions twisting the teenager's big tits in opposite directions and Nirobe jamming a length of plastic tubing down her already scraped raw throat, they finally forced the wannabe to swallow a portion of it. Now she was at their mercy. It was a simple matter to hook the tubing up to a convenient nearby water tap and start the water flowing into Luci's belly. At first she panicked due to the restriction of air flow caused by the tubing that took up most of the space in her throat.
One of the players calmed her down by rubbing her fat clitoris until it twitched and some traces of cunt sludge began dripping from between those fat cunt lips. Nirobe got the bright idea of bringing their victim to a nice big orgasm, almost against her will. She wondered out loud what might happen under these rather stressing circumstances as Luci's mind had to deal with her breathing problems, the expansion of her stomach as it filled with water, and an impending orgasm that in all likelihood would scramble her senses. She suggested that everyone take a turn sucking the teen's clit to bring her close, but not over the edge. Nirobe throttled back on the flow of water into the teen's bulging belly, rubbing the bloated organ to calm the girl.
She nodded her head to the girl teasing Luci's fat clit as it vibrated like a struck tuning fork. Luci's entire body shook as the first wave of her orgasm rumbled through her bound bare body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she shook harder as the orgasm's intensity grew rapidly, sending her over the cliff and into the abyss. Water began spurting from her nostrils as her mind gave up the struggle against the inexorable pressure that was being brought to bear on her insides. Shortly thereafter her color changed, becoming pale, and her body moved spastically, reacting randomly to whatever stimulus happened to trigger a reflex.
Nirobe had learned her lesson from what transpired in the whirlpool bath. She cut the slow flow of water off and massaged the teen's bulging belly to make her start to relax. The soccer star was aware that taking the tube in and out of Luci's already damaged throat was asking for a lot of trouble, and she wanted it to remain just in case the teen showed that she could take more abuse. Gradually the color returned to the girl's face and her breathing returned to normal, albeit shallow to accommodate the pressure developed by her bloated belly now pressing upward against her lungs. One of the players made a fist and pantomimed smashing it down onto Luci's swollen gut. Nirobe shook her head furiously and glared at the culprit; that was all she needed considering her falling-out with the soccer coach.
To keep her companions from getting bored and distracted, Nirobe came up with ways to tease their captive. She experimented with the tubing, seeing what happened when she moved it from side to side or attempted to push a little more of it into the teenager's belly. The side to side motion brought groans and gasps from the buxom wannabe. Pushing the tubing in and out over perhaps three or four inches seemed to terrify Luci. Armed with this knowledge she let her companions amuse themselves, but warned them if they caused the Polynesian pussy to go into any kind of seizure, they were excluded from the rest of the session. The two of them soon were merrily tormenting the little bundle of sex meat, while Nirobe supervised the fun and games, occasionally teasing the teen's nipples to erection then sucking them as the girl struggled not to give in to the fire that was burning within her tight little body.
You talk about timing being everything, here was a perfect case in point. Nirobe was on the verge of finishing off Luci and taking what remained of the teen back to her bedroom for some good hot sex. It would feature Nirobe's collection of dildos opening up new regions of Luci's lower orifices that had never seen the light of day. If that wasn't enough, the teen's turbo tongue would be matched against her mistress' tight cunt and even tighter asshole. Suddenly there came the sounds of laughter and a familiar voice pleading that she wasn't in the mood for bondage, pain and lots of hard, hot sex delivered by a gang of girls who could never get enough of their coach's tight holes, hot lips and fast moving tongue.
"You know you love what we do to you! Why else would you show up in the showers always at the same time, naked and hot to trot with only that silly towel as protection. Is that your security blanket against us big, muscular girls being too hard on your frail skinny body? Come on, we know all about your weekends with the lacrosse team and how they almost fucked you to death and still you begged them to keep the cock coming until you passed out and nearly died on them."
A stark naked coach D was rudely shoved into the weight room, barely staying on her feet because her hands were behind her back, restrained with heavy duty ties that normally were used to hold fairly large items to pallets during shipment. She looked up and was face to face with a grinning Nirobe Mirimba plus two other members of the team, and there on the bench a bloated soccer slut wannabe, appearing to be ready to burst from the way her belly bulged. Her captors were almost as surprised as the coach, but quickly regained their composure sufficently that two of them resumed pawing and probing the naked woman as she whined and went through the motions of resisting their advances. This was a ritual that took place almost every night during the month-long summer practice. However this night was rather special considering that there was an insurrection brewing among the team members, and they also were dealing with the arrival of Kim Kawani's sister, ostensibly to prepare herself to become a member of the team when the season started.
Nirobe was licking her chops even before the coach played into her hands with the plea that she be allowed to exchange places with Luci and take whatever they were planning to do to the little dumpling. The soccer star thought she had died and gone to heaven; this was too much. Although not an actress,she gave a good impression of one as she seemed to be mentally debating with herself over this generous offer. Already most of the others had caught on to the ruse and could hardly contain themselves, wondering what the chocolate-skinned girl would do to the one who humiliated her this afternoon. Finally with a deep theatrical sigh Niobe held out her hands and accepted the offer from coach D.
Luci was freed from the bench and taken away by a few of the team so the coach didn't realize that the little Polynesian had already taken the course that she had just volunteered to endure. In less time than it takes to tell, coach D was on the bench, her legs straddling it with her ankles tied tightly together. Her arms were pulled back and her wrists were cuffed and anchored to the back of the bench. A device usually used to cinch straps tight around cargo was handed over to the grinning trio. The gang had been planning to do to the coach exactly what Nirobe would do to her arch enemy, once her belly had been filled to its limit and a slight bit beyond. Meanwhile in the showers a mini-gangbang was forming with Luci as the star attraction.
Nirobe had her companions use some extra plastic ties to cut off the blood circulation to the coach's pert tits. While they were occupied, Nirobe had the pleasure of forcing her enemy to swallow the very same tubing that had been down Luci's throat and into her belly. Once that was accomplished, she opened the tap to the maximum and stepped back to watch the coach's stomach begin to round and then bulge as the torrent of water passed unimpeded into her belly. Her breathing grew ragged and she began to struggle against her bonds as the water overwhelmed her insides, seeking any space available to be stored.
As her belly grew larger and larger, it began intruding into the space normally occupied by her lungs. Soon Coach D's face turned a ghastly shade of blue as her lungs collapsed. The audience began to get nervous at what they were seeing, but Nirobe continued to let the water pour down her victim's throat. Then when she was satisfied, quickly turned it off and began pounding her fist into her captives's swollen midsection, causing her to convulse, and in doing so, actually expel the tubing from her throat. A fountain of water spewed from her mouth and her body quivered and shook as she fought to survive the terrible pain and lack of oxygen.
Once they revived the coach, she was again forced to swallow the tubing so they could make her look as if she were pregnant with twins. This time the water was introduced slowy because Nirobe wanted to see if she could also fist her rival as her belly grew. It took some effort, but at last her audience broke into cheers as the soccer star's fist disappeared into coach D's cunt. It became a race between Nirobe's fist and the expanding stomach of the coach; the chocolate beauty trying to reach D's cervix before the water pressure once more flattened her lungs. To make the contest more even, the player operating the water flow monitored it so that the race was almost a dead heat. Nirobe screamed with delight when she encountered the thick membrane protecting the coach's uterus, seconds later the tap was opened to full to finish off the coach.
This time the cinching strap was employed to force the water from her bloated belly. The results were astonishing as the water shot high into the air once the tubing had been yanked free of her throat and the strap sank into her distended flesh. The team members took turns tightening and retightening the cinch until coach D's stomach was washboard flat, and the only bulges that remained were her blackened tits that had nearly doubled in size and appeared on the verge of exploding. Nirobe flicked her fingers against the swollen bags and grinned at the sound they made. It took all her considerable strength to free the coach's tits from the death grip of the ties. Turning to the crowd of players, she suggested they take a turn on the coach using the dildos they'd brought along for that very purpose. As two lines formed, one at her head and the other where her thighs spread wide in welcome, Nirobe went to see how her little buddy with the turbo tongue was doing in the showers. The night had just begun and she certainly didn't want little Luci worn to a frazzle before she had her way with the diminutive sexual dynamo.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
Soccer Slut Wannabes -
Chapter 10
Leaving coach D to the tender mercies of
some outraged soccer players, Nirobe went in search of her fuck buddy for this
evening and perhaps beyond if she turned out to be as hot as she thought she
was. Usually the noise of the other players raping and ruining the soccer
wannabe would act as a beacon for her to home in on, such was not the case this
evening. Something was out of whack, of that she was sure. She stopped walking
and listened for any sound coming from the area containing the showers.
Her approach paid dividends as she heard
some faint noises that might be voices. She started walking in that direction
and the voices became distinguishable as coming from some of the other players,
however there was something wrong with their tone, too subservient, almost as
if in the presence of some type of authority. How could that be? This area was
off limits to the local police and during the summer there was only a small
skeleton crew of campus police that stayed close to their headquarters, which
was over a mile from here.
Nirobe was so bemused that she was taken
completely by surprise when a hand clapped over her mouth and another set of
hands put her in a chokehold. She made a poor decision by striking out blindly
before she knew the number or strength of her opposition. A blunt instrument,
which turned out to be a foot clad in hiking boots, found her crotch with
disastrous consequences. The one choking her increased the force on her
windpipe and the chocolate skinned soccer star soon lapsed into
unconsciousness.
When she awoke, Nirobe discovered her
hands were securely bound behind her back, she had a sore pussy and looking
down at her was Luci Kawani. It took a moment for her to realize that the
diminutive soccer slut wannabe was hanging by her ankles from an overhead water
pipe with her hands tied behind her back. Without even thinking, Nirobe began
to struggle against her bonds. That proved to be a big mistake as the same foot
that had kicked her in the crotch now stomped on her belly and then her tits
for good measure. She almost wet her panties when the bottom of that hiking
boot loomed over her face. Another voice intruded and her face was spared, for
the moment.
The tall soccer star was now staring up at
a trio of ski masked men. In the background she could hear the sounds of flesh
slapping against flesh, with an occasional wimper from one of the players. It
was apparent that they were being raped by others from this pack of marauders.
It made little sense to her.The only other people on campus in force at this
time were the lacrosse players, who were a randy lot, but never left the swamp
in search of quail, which always came to them..
Plenty of stories, many of them true, had
been told about these university freebooters who lived by their own rules and
did not take kindly to uppity women. In fact when she was a university student,
coach D had been a live-in sex slave to the group. In that case it had been a
win-win situation since the young Diana was a sex crazed animal who fit in well
with those brutes. This attack was not their style. All they needed to do was
snap their fingers and at least a third of the ladies soccer team would come
running.
"Let's see now, we got the slant-eyed
micropussy and the sista. All we need now is the coach. Where's the coach
darkie, and be quick about it? Talk or my friend here will stomp your face
until even your mother, whoever that whore was, wouldn't recognize you."
To add emphasis to his words, the one with the hiking boots stepped forward and
kicked Nirobe in the ribs, hard, but not hard enough to break anything, yet.
The third member of the trio took this opportunity to punch the inverted Luci
in the belly, causing a mixture of snot and bile to spew from her nostrils.
"Down the corridor, turn left and
follow the shouting. She's being worked over by the rest of the team." As
soon as Nirobe finished, her captor turned and ordered the others to get their
companions and "rescue" the coach from the soccer women. Once that
was done they would retreat with their prisoners and see how much information
about the ladies soccer team they could squeeze from their captives.
While he waited, the leader of this gang
gave Nirobe a much more thorough examination that involved removing her sports
bra to get a good look at her tits and then yanking her shorts down to check
out her pubes. He chuckled at the sight of that patch of black springy hair
guarding her twat. "I prefer my pussy smooth as a baby's behind." His
remark brought a quick retort from Nirobe, one she quickly repented.
He grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and
yanked, bringing a scream of pain from his prisoner. "I don't like uppity
women, especially blacks. By the time my crew and I are done taking you down a peg or two, you'll be begging us
to fuck your tight ass and loosen it up so the brothers can use it as well
without rupturing your bunghole." Then he backhanded her across the face a
number of times, each blow making her head spin and her hair fly.
The soccer star made the mistake of
glaring at him once he stopped slapping her. Suddenly it felt as if the room
had been emptied of air, then the shock and pain associated with the powerful
blow he had delivered to her sternum became the focal point. She could not draw
breath, no matter how hard she tried. The pain was so strong that she panicked.
Now she dare not try to breath because she might faint from the pain associated
with that simple act.
His masked face was now inches away from
her and she could smell his breath. He laughed and told her she wasn't about to
die, he had other plans for her. This was just a taste of what she'd be getting
once they got her out of this area and to a safe place. Leaving Nirobe to her
pain and terror the masked intruder approached Luci and began fondling her big
tits, thumbing the nipples into hardness. Then he started to torment her about
her missing sister.
"I hear your sister was a big whore and thought she
could outfuck the lacrosse team. They sure showed that little gook who was who.
Are you as stupid as she was, or will you get with the program and live to keep
fucking your betters, such as my crew? If you're a good little gook whore maybe
I'll take you back with me when we leave the territory. If you're like your
sister, you'll love to fuck. That's what we're going to find out when we get
you into friendly territory. There won't be any machines screwing you
bowlegged, just good old white, hard cock that never gets tired of pounding
gook pussy into mush."
"My grandfather nailed plenty of
Korean cunt when he served. I'll bet there must be a dozen half breed Koreans
running around today with some of his blood in their veins. Who knows, by now
some of them might be high up in the South Korean army, not that it was worth
the powder to blow it to hell. Then there was my daddy who spent two tours in
Nam before he lost his leg to a pungi stake. He says he must have fathered at
least as many and probably more locals than even his father. It's not the same
now that we're fighting in the Middle East. The local pussy isn't worth the
trouble, especially when there is so much American pussy wandering about lookin
to get laid."
He couldn't help noticing the aroma of wet
pussy wafting towards him from the vicinity of Luci's oozing cunt. His fingers
began stretching her nipples to their limit, and her twat went into overdrive,
pushing out a wall of pussy juice that ran down her belly and parted to wrap
around her big jugs before dripping onto the floor below. "You are one hot
piece of gook ass. Damn! If my crew doesn't get back soon with the other cunt,
I'll take you down and fuck your brains out on this very floor, come hell or
high water."
By now Nirobe had regained her breath and
ability to think and reason. She had made two very serious mistakes and paid a
high price for both. Her ribs hurt like fury and her lungs seemed to be filled
with sharp tacks every time she tried to take a deep breath. A session of heavy
duty raping was on the horizon, and after that who knows? She had managed to
alienate the leader of this band of thugs to the point that he was already
thinking up other things to make her wish she had been more civil to him.
Strange as it may seem, the number one
fear on her list had to do with little Luci Kawani, who seemed to be turning on
the gang's leader by just being her slutty childlike self. Nirobe did not want
to be low woman on this one's totem pole, not when it was so obvious that he
had color issues, and black was much
worse than yellow, especially when the yellow one was sporting a set of
tits that belonged on a full blown, grown up woman with plenty of meat on her
bones. Men liked that, even the white guys who gangbanged her senseless would
occasionally complain that she lacked that special something when it came to
the tit department.
Before Nirobe became a basket case, the
others from this band of marauders returned with coach D. One look at her arch
enemy made Nirobe's problems look trivial. The woman was comatose, her face
gray, eyes wide but unfocused and lips a cobalt blue color. Two of the masked
men were carrying her wet, naked body, and grumbling about it. "Who the
hell would want something like this? My dog wouldn't fuck her if I held a gun
to its head." The leader approached, put his hand on coach D's chest
between her swollen, nearly black tits that were still noosed tightly by heavy
duty ties that disappeared into the buging flesh, and whistled.
"It would be like fucking a corpse to
do this piece of cold meat! Somebody get rid of those ties before her tits
explode and make a mess all over the place." A knife was produced and
after a tentative poke or two , did its job and sliced through the tough
plastic, taking some skin and flesh with it. Coach D barely moved even though
there were now two fairly deep cuts in the undersides of her smallish tits.
Then his men gave him a quick rundown of what happened when they engaged the
soccer women.
The soccer team players were so busy
fucking the bloated body of their victim with a pair of huge dildos, that the
gang was able to take them completely by surprise. The victim's belly was
bulging like she was due any second. Her titties were black and swollen, and
her face looked like it belonged to a person who had just been brought to the
surface after being under for many minutes.
Their superior strength and the element of
surprise helped them make short work of the uncoordinated response that the
team members put up against them. The six women, tied hand and foot, were left
in the showers with the cold water running full on. They proceeded to force as
much of the water from the victim's belly as they could under the
circumstances. This was made necessary as she was having severe breathing
difficulties as the result of her distended belly pressing up on her lungs.
Once this was accomplished, they carried their target from the scene and
returned.
In a matter of minutes the half dozen
masked invaders shepherded their three prisoners from the building and into a
large van that was parked in the shadows of the structure. Their getaway was
clean, and they had no difficulty driving either on or off the campus grounds,
as their information about the guards and their rounds was as advertized. On
the way inside they had used bolt cutters to open the gate, and disguised the
damage so no one would suspect the entrance had been compromised. It would be a
considerable period of time before the guards were made aware of what had
happened. By then they would have turned over coach D to those who had ordered
her capture, and be in transit to their base of operation to start the fun and
games involving their other two prizes.
( To be continued - lex
ludite )
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 11
Coach D had sunk back into a near coma by the time the gang dropped her off at the swamp, the nickname for the lacrosse team's house located just outside of the university's grounds. This was a deliberate choice made many years ago when that group won their first national title and became legends. They were close enough to use the athletic department's facilities and the lacrosse field, but were undeterred in their "social" life by the campus authorities. They had long since worked out an accommodation with the local police, so they pretty much did as they damn well pleased, short of murder.
Some would say that the situation involving the missing soccer slut wannabe should be laid at their door as well, hinting strongly that foul play of the worst kind was now in their repertoire. If the truth be told, a few of the team were not at all confident that when the little Polynesian left their place she was breathing. However the majority of the membership were quite willing to swear to the fact that the girl was alive and well. They also claimed they had no idea where she was going. That part was the truth, since at the time of her departure, negotiations were still going on with the slavers.
All that was last year's news and currently coach D had been kidnapped in order to settle an argument that had broken out concerning her sexual preference. None of the current occupants were there when the then soccer slut was kept as a sex slave by the team for a full semester. All had heard stories about her ability in the sack, the weekend gangbangs that left her half dead but still pleading for more hard dick, and the fact that she was the private stock of one of the team leaders. On the other hand everyone was also aware of her strong interest in her soccer slut ladies as manifested in her frequent encounters with them in the showers.
Everyone involved in this running argument was in agreement that the only way to settle the matter was to have a show and tell with coach D on their turf, under their rules. It was a simple matter to negotiate with some local soccer hooligans to bring her to the swamp for testing and evaluation. However it was a bit disconcerting to have what appeared to be a cold, nearly dead body dropped off at their doorstep. After a brief conference it was decided to drag the body into the house and see if she was alive.
The pair carrying her across the threshold nearly dropped the body when coach D let out a low moan and her eye lids fluttered. When she started talking they dropped her onto the rough wooden floor, bringing a yelp from her. One of them cursed and kicked her in the ribs, claiming she almost made hm piss his pants, that is if he had been wearing any. The other grabbed lady Diana by the hair and pulled her to a sitting position as he screamed.
"You up for a serious gangbang by the biggest, baddest studs in the state? Well bitch, answer me!"
When she only mumbled, he slapped her across the face over and over, one hand holding her head steady, the other whipping back and forth like a demented metronome. Others pulled him off the woman before he did some serious harm to her.
Fortunately for all concerned, one maverick had actually come to school to get a degree as well as play lacrosse. He was accepted grudgingly despite being a national high school all star. However once his talent for forging drug perscriptions became known, he was welcomed with open arms. Thanks to his connections at the medical school, his father was well known for his unique specialty, penis enhancement, he managed to stock his room with a collection of exotic drugs rarely, if ever, found at your average pharmacy. It was this that allowed them to bring coach D back among the living in souped up form for the challenge that they planned for her.
Meanwhile on the other side of town a similar situation was taking shape involving Nirobe, Luci and the local soccer hooligans, buttressed by friends and assorted low-lifes attracted to the scene by the scent of free pussy. To Nirobe Mirimba this gangbang was no different than the ones in which she got paid to participate. It was a closely guarded secret among the soccer sluts that their All American soccer star was a full blown nymphomaniac.
The haughty mocha-skinned beauty was unprepared for what these brutes were fixing to do besides just rape her in every hole until they bled. This had turned into a grudge match and she was vastly outnumbered. She did get a little taste of what was in store for her once they dumped the body of coach D on the doorstep of the swamp. It wasn't more than a minute before her ankles were untied, a sure sign that they planned to start raping her immediately. She made the mistake of kicking one of them very close to his family jewels. He cursed and fell backwards, hitting his head on the metal floor, bringing laughter from his mates.
What happened next was no laughing matter. He lunged forward and got his hands around her neck. He began squeezing and Nirobe gasped, her air supply pinched off by his iron grip. Then she saw stars as he head-butted her in the face, breaking her nose in the process. The second butt opened a deep gash in her forehead and knocked her cold.
When she awoke, someone was raping her with brutal strokes, each one a hammer blow to her insides. Nirobe's nose made wheezing noises as she tried to draw breath, and every time she inhaled, her chest hurt. A disembodied hand grabbed her by the throat and shook her so hard that her eyes felt as if they were going to bounce from their sockets. "Still think it's funny? Well bitch, answer me or do I have to break your jaw next?" The soccer star cringed, realizing it was the same one who had knocked her out and broke her nose.
The one raping her told the other to get out of his way until he finished nutting in the bitch's cunt. She thanked the gods for the smallest of favors. Her rapist had turned into her protector. That's how far she had fallen in such a brief time. Nirobe figured she had been out for a while since the gash in her forehead had stopped bleeding, leaving her with a vicious headache. It was dark inside the van so she had to strain her ears to try to pick up any sounds that might be coming from the vicinity of her companion, Luci. The one inside her picked up the pace and she knew that soon she would be at the mercy of the other who had already done major damage to her face.
Back at the swamp their guest of honor had been carried up to the "doctor's" crib for a quicky physical examination and some drug therapy. Doc, as he was known to the rest of the team, who also lacked any shred of originality in their hulking bodies, charged a fee for his services and while the patient transporters waited discretely outside his closed door, he collected in full from his latest patient. Never when he sodomized a coed, hooker, his sister or a close friend of the family were their cavities this cool. It was sort of freaky, reminding him of his brief tenure in the coroner's office, working the night shift. Those were the days. On the other hand she was quite tight, strange considering the tales that were told about her.
After collecting his fee and determining that coach D was alive and suitable for drug therapy, he called in the transporters to hold her down while he gave her a series of injections and followed that up with a handful of pills covering the colors of a rainbow. It didn't take long for her to respond to all the interesting chemicals that were reacting with other interesting chemicals that were routinely generated within her body.
Rarely was there such chemical bonding, as one molecule swapped space with another and others combined to allow this new enhanced molecule to bond with still another souped up devil's brew formed by a change in the molecule's valence. Some of the new molecules were what is called long chained types. They were often upwards of perhaps half a mile in length, but their dimensions were such that they could very easily be accommodated anywhere within the body. It truly was the modern mad tea party that Lewis Carroll anticipated in his classic children's story. Alas, in his days they only had to make do with laudanum, which wasn't half bad if done properly.
His two assistants were totally boggled by what they witnessed in his room. They winced sympathetically when his patient's nipples were pierced dead center with hypodermic needles loaded to their limit with an amber colored fluid that first made those nips as hard as glass and then quickly effused into the breast tissue, causing it to swell. Within ten minutes the coach went from a 32B to a 35D bra size, and by the time the gang was finished skewering her fore and aft dozens upon dozens of times she was a 36DD and remained that way for nearly a week afterward.
That was nothing compared to what happened after the next series of shots she got. He explained very carefully to the two lacrosse players, now playing the part of twin Igors, to get a good grip on their patient and hold on for dear life until the spasms ended, which might take upwards of three minutes to run their course. Being lacrosse players they thought he was fooling with their minds. How could this skinny chick who was still only semiconscious do anything that they couldn't handle with one arm tied behind their backs?
Doc sighed as he loaded up a metal cannister that terminated in a needle so thick that it gave the Igors a chill. He lined the needle up to an area in her armpit and tentatively pushed the tip gently against the skin and paused. He frowned and reset the needle slightly to an area a few centimeters away and gave his a cohorts a stern look. Then he pressed a lever in the cannister's base and all hell broke loose.
You talk about zero to sixty in a few seconds, this was zero to Mach one! One of the Igors was hurled half way across the room by her initial reaction. The other had the good sense to roll over and pin her to the bed while she thrashed and fought to escape his hold. Doc joined him in restraining the coach and, as predicted, in about three minutes she stopped frothing at the mouth and shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. That is not to say that she was at peace, far from it. Whatever was awakened inside her was just raring to get out and do some damage.
When the second injection was given, both Igors had her in a death grip and this time there were no surprises. The "doctor" casually mentioned that the glands he had injected were now sending wave after wave of powerful signals to other glands that would make their patient almost impervious to pain. Since the purpose of this trial was to determine her sexual limitations, he thought it only fair to even the playing field a bit by assuring that she would not be exposed to unwarranted pain or punishment. The Igors had a hard time accepting this idea, but they knew better than to fool with him over this trivial detail. Pussy was pussy and that was the focus around the swamp anyway.
There remained a final set of injections to be made, and even the Igors knew what was coming. Indeed these were scheduled for her external sex organs. By the time he got done shooting up his patient, her clitoris was the size of a walnut, blood red and throbbing, and her cunt lips or labia majora, as Doc described them, were a gaudy red-purple color and so thick that they blocked the entrance to her snatch. "It looks like a baboon's ass" one of the Igors observed, much to the amusement of Doc.
The pills covered the spectrum but predominantly enhanced her endurance and ability to stay awake and very alert. There would be no nodding off at this gangbang, no matter what! Many of the pills were derivatives of speed, or meth as the junkies called it. This was much purer and quite a bit more potent. Without some of the other chemicals from the previous injections, this souped up drug could do severe internal damage to various glands and organs.
The lacrosse team members were hard pressed to believe that the naked, wild woman who descended the stairs was even remotely related to the skinny, cold, near dead specimen that had been literally carried up those same stairs. Following her was Doc, who intoned the words, "Gentlemen, start your engines!"
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Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 12
Nirobe caught a break. The van began to slow just about the same time as the rapist started filling her sore cunt with his deposit of little wigglers. She thanked her lucky stars that she had the IUD inserted last year. Without that protecting her, she would probably have had a child and with any luck be carrying a second by now. There would certainly not be any chance of her playing in the World Cup tournament either.
Her former playmate leaned over and promised to even the score once they got her and the little gook into their place. That reminded Nirobe that so far she hadn't heard a sound coming from Luci. She knew the teen had a raspy voice as a result of Tiffany's dildo assault on her throat, but this dead silence made her nervous considering the violence she had already endured on this little jaunt to wherever they were being taken.
When the van's door slid open, Nirobe's worst fears were realized. Little Luci Kawani had the entire length of one of the kidnapper's cock wedged into her throat. The outline of the monster could be clearly seen on her bulging neck. The tiny teen's face was a pale blue, and her eyes were wide but unfocused. She was within a minute or so of cashing in her chips at the tender age of eighteen. The mocha-skinned soccer slut let out a scream that rattled the walls of the van and galvanized the other kidnappers into becoming aware that their cohort was on the verge of snuffing the little gook.
Of all people, it was her assailant, the one who broke her nose, that took command and saved Luci from death. He smashed his fist into the face of the ski masked kidnapper and that seemed to awaken him to the fact that he was one small step from a lifetime behind bars, if he was lucky that is. His cock popped from Luci's throat with a sound like a champagne cork being expelled from a bottle. She remained comatose, which brought curses and wailing from the quartet of kidnappers occupying this portion of the van. Nirobe screamed to them to start CPR, and got a blank stare.
Once more it was the brutal one who took action, cutting her hands free and yelling at her to do something. Under normal circumstances Nirobe might have made him sweat a little before doing her thing, but she didn't have time for any games. It was touch and go for many long minutes as she tried to force air into the teen's lungs and make her start breathing on her own. The only sound breaking the dead silence came from Nirobe who gulped in great lungfuls of air and expelled them noisily into the open mouth of the soccer slut wannabe.
She was on the verge of panic when Luci gasped and choked, announcing her return to the world of the living. Nirobe began to cry and for her troubles she caught a backhand from the nasty kidnapper who had played a big part in saving Luci's life. Nirobe vowed that she'd kill him quickly when she got the chance as her way of thanking him for his kindness towards Luci. The veneer of civilization was very thin for this one who was the first of her family to leave the dark continent for the new world of America.
It was a struggle before the lacrosse guys managed to get coach D under control. The first one to approach her had the tables turned as she attacked him. The others were so stunned that they just stood there open mouthed and watched as the skinny woman did her best to tear off the stud's clothing so they could get busy doing the nasty right there on the wooden floor. They finally snapped out of it, and still it took three of them to restrain her.
A metal collar was produced and fixed around her neck despite her efforts to break free. She did manage to rake her fingernails across the arm of one of the studs, drawing blood, and getting a punch to the side of her head that calmed her down considerably. They took advantage of this lull to pull her arms up behind her back and fasten them to the cuffs at the base of the collar. A knee to her pussy took all the fight out of her, allowing them to half drag, half march the naked soccer coach to the big room in the back of the house.
Dominating the room was the king sized mattress, a veteran of many gangbangs, as evidenced by the yellowed stains covering nearly every square inch of it. An arc light had been set up to illuminate the activity that would take place on that battle ground. Two of the team held video cameras to document what was about to transpire. It served two purposes, entertainment for the many parties that normally took place at the swamp, and blackmail to keep the female participants quiet about their ordeals. Unlike most of these events, this one would be most memorable and provide years and years of stories concerning just what did transpire on this unfriendly field of strife.
The team captain made a short speech welcoming coach D back to the swamp where she had made her original claim to fame. Then he triggered the collar to send a burst of high voltage electricity through her neck and head as a demonstration of what might be in store for her if she did not put forth her best effort. While she was still recovering her equilibrium, the first wave of lacrosse players hit the mattress and busied themselves establishing their piece of the coach's action. The rest of the group stood back and urged their swamp brothers to give her hell.
One stud laid down and another pushed lady Diana to her knees, urging the coach to get busy hardening his bud's cock, which already was bigger than most and yet only halfway erect. Instead of being frightened by this large piece of man-meat, coach D tried to inhale it whole, bringing a roar of approval from the gang surrounding the mattress. Doc smiled, delighted that his patient had responded so well to his drug therapy. Meanwhile a third stud was establishing his turf by prying the coach's asscheeks apart so he could bury his bone deep inside her rectum. This was greeted with cheers as inch after inch of hard cock slowly disappeared between her nearly flat but firm cheeks.
The partner of the first stud now had a solid grip on the coach's skull and was pushing her face up and down on his bud's rapidly growing joint. It now filled her mouth with plenty to spare. A few more push-ups and it was choking her on every downward push. The stud was satisfied that his dick was hard enough to do some damage to the woman and so he scooted beneath her and wedged his cock into her cunt with one quick thrust.
The force of his massive member splitting open her snapper drove the air from lady Diana's lungs, breaking her concentration. The second one took this opportunity to fill her mouth with his solid slab of cock, and then started to push it down her throat. At that point the coach took another jolt from the electrified collar, just to make things interesting. Now she was on the defensive, much to her dismay. They had her air tight and were working as a team, filling and stretching every hole worth penetrating.
The drugs did their thing and before long the soccer coach was giving as much as she was getting, and enjoying it as well. The onlookers were awed at the way she could simultaneously handle both dicks that were double penetrating her as at the same time the one in her throat was scraping away her gullet's protective lining. The trio was trying to all cum at the same time, but the way she was going that was nothing but a pipe dream. The first one to blow his nuts was in her ass and he stayed buried, waiting for her mouth to become available for a cleaning.
As luck would have it, her convulsing throat muscles milked a big load of man gravy from the cock excavating her mucous membrane, some of which exited through her nostrils, bringing another round of applause from those waiting their turn. The guy ass fucking her now took over and made her suck his dick until it glistened. She sucked so hard that he started to think about taking another turn here and now, but was booed from the mattress at such a suggestion.
Now it was a death match between coach's cunt and the mighty missile plowing a new path inside her juicing fuck tunnel. The group started to chant and count, urging the stud to hose her down with a tidal wave of scalding hot cum. It took some time, but he finally flooded every inch of her birth canal with his lively sperm. Coach D would have a need for the morning after pill once this gangbang was history.
The moment it became evident that Luci Kawani was going to live, things reverted to what they were previously. A knife was pressed against Nirobe's throat so tightly that its blade broke her skin, terrifying the soccer slut. Her wrists were quickly tied tightly behind her back, so tightly that by the time they entered the ramshackle house, her fingers were already devoid of feeling. A hood had been placed over her head prior to her exiting the van to prevent her from identifying where they were holding her and Luci.
The teen's escorts took full advantage of her nudity as she was walked through high grass and stickers that bit into her flesh from her lower thighs on down. Unknown fingers and hands probed and poked her tits and crawled over her ass cheeks and crack, not to mention those that parted her cunt lips and teased her pussy as she tried to keep moving. Twice a heavy hand crashed against her ass to make her come to a halt so she could be more easily groped by these ski masked thugs.
At last Nirobe entered the house and still wearing the hood was marched down a long hall and pushed unceremoniously into another room where she tripped and fell to her knees, a sharp pain radiating from the area that had come in contact with the wooden floor. Her escorts laughed at her current situation and made no effort to help her to her feet. "Get up bitch before my foot goes up your ass!" She scrambled to her feet, knowing full well that the speaker meant every word he said.
Someone shoved her forward and then another pair of hands halted her, taking the opportunity to tweak her nipples as he did. She heard some scuffling that must have been associated with Luci's entry into the room as well. Nirobe ears pricked up as she heard the tiny teen's raspy voice, sounding as if it was far away.Then she heard a loud crack as a hand made contact with bare flesh, followed by a series of smacks indicating that their diminutive captive was putting up some form of resistance, not the best way to ingratiate oneself with her captors.The muffled curses soon quieted and all Nirobe could pick up were a few strangled sobs that were obviously coming from the little wannabe.
Then she suddenly felt her nipples being pinched between the thumbs and forefingers of her mystery assailant. Whoever it was, he seemed bound and determined to either stiffen or tear them from her tits. After some minutes of this steady mauling, something new was added. What felt like heavy thread or perhaps fishing line was noosing her fat nipples and really digging into them. For a moment she was terrified, wondering if they were perhaps going to literally slice her nipples from her breasts. Then the pressure leveled off, a positive sign that belied their intention of mutilating her, at least for now.
She had little time to ponder her situation as things changed quickly and became more painful. Her nipples were being stretched upwards, lifting her tits from her chest. This continued slowly until she was forced to raise her heels from the floor, her entire body weight now balanced precariously on the balls of her bare feet. She heard a low chuckle that made her blood freeze. How long could she maintain this stressful position? Even now the backs of her legs were beginning to stretch to accommodate the strain caused by her noosed nipples being pulled to their limit.
Nirobe was caught totally unprepared for the heavy wooden paddle that landed full force against her firm ass making a sound like a pistol shot. It was followed by laughter that made her hair stand on end. "Again!" she heard and another explosion blasted away at her bottom, causing her to move reflexively in such a manner that her nipples felt like they were tearing away from her greatly elongated tits. Nirobe panicked.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 13
Coach D had made a significant inroad in the opposition, having gone through four groups of three without so much as a deep breath. This was not the way things were supposed to be going. By now she should be begging for a break, complaining that her asshole and pussy were sore as twin boils. After a short conference between the team captain and Doc, it was decided that after the first rotation, likely to be completed within less than a half hour, the coach would be taken to the bathroom for a little deviation from the original script.
When little Luci Kawani awoke in the van, she immediately realized it was Nirobe who was blowing her sweet breath into her lungs. Almost instantly the soccer slut wannabe went from dry as dust to an Amazon rain forest in nothing flat. Her glands might be in good working order, but the rest of her body was in dire need of plenty of oxygen and rest. Then she heard her idol start to cry and that absolutely floored her. She could not imagine anything that might cause such a reaction from this paragon of strength and feminine power.
Things got a bit jumbled for a time, especially since the van had come to a halt while she was being strangled by the thick cock that someone had wedged deep inside her throat, cutting off her air supply and slowly suffocating her. Her eyes hurt from the harsh light coming into the van, but the hood that was put over her head addressed that issue. She was then forced to plow her way through high grass and nettles that stung her bare flesh from the waist down. After climbing some crude steps, she was pushed into a house and after a few twists and turns found herself in a room that must have been fairly large since she could hear the sounds of quite a few other people moving about in this space.
Hands came from every direction to fondle her big tits and tight little pussy. A finger was wedged into her asshole and rotated. Someone spanked her butt, and another tongue began licking the entrance to her cunt. Teeth nibbled on her tits and nipped at her stiff nipples. Luci was many things, one of them being a highly sexed teenager. Her sparse pubic hair was plucked by one aggressive individual. The pain however was overtaken by the pleasure that also radiated from her excited external sex organs. She was so caught up in this whirlpool of attention and sexual stimulation that she lost contact with Nirobe, who she knew was in the vicinity.
Her ass cheeks were parted and she felt the head of a cock, a very stiff and large tool, bumping against her tight sphincter. Simultaneously a set of hands grabbed her pillowy tits and began mauling them. It was then that she heard the first pistol shot sound of wood meeting firm ass. She thought she heard a muffled cry of pain and then there was a second, even louder noise, and she definitely heard the sound of Nirobe's panic stricken voice screaming at the top of her lungs.
Nirobe lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself as her captors roared with laughter. Immediately after the second blow from the paddle exploded against her firm ass, the cords running from her stretched nipples were cut, freeing them. However in her mind those sore nipples had to be tearing away from the soccer slut's perky tits. She had been frighened out of her mind and totally humiliated in front of these hooligans. Nirobe Mirimba vowed vengeance.
Then the paddle blasted into her sore ass once more and she nearly jumped from her skin. As she was recovering from the latest fright, she heard her adversary, the one who seemed to be the leader of this pack of brutes. "Not so uppity are you now? Think you're off the hook? Well think again bitch, we're just warming up. You ain't seen or felt nothing yet!" The paddle flattened her tits this time and Nirobe lost her balance and crashed to the floor, striking her head.
She lay there dazed, little explosions of stars passing before her eyes. She could hear voices, but couldn't understand what the words meant. A mouth closed over her hooded clitoris and began sucking. Then a tongue came into play as well. This was not one of those brutes, the technique was too sophisticated. It was insidious the way this mouth was taking command of her clitoris.
Against her will that little nubbin of sex flesh was growing larger with each gentle suck and lick. The little man in the boat was now out from the protection of the hood and very, very erect. Could this unknown person be Luci? If so, why was she doing this, making Nirobe more and more vulnerable to whatever new surprise they had in store for her? That possibility became reality as she felt the thin cord capture her erected clit. "Got you now bitch!" She groaned inwardly as she recognized his voice. She was about to suffer some new form of torture at this monster's hands.
Coach D was escorted to the large bathroom located upstairs. She left a trail of cum that dripped steadily from her fuck tunnel and asshole.This would not do, so the team captain had her retrace her steps and kneel down so she could suck the cum from the filthy stairs, which hadn't seen a mop or even water in at least two years, but in that period had absorbed untold amounts of vomit and spilled beer. A couple of her frustrated sex partners vented their irritation with her performance on the mattress by whipping her back and ass with their belts as she cleaned up the mess she had made.
It was slow going because of the stairs, which were very difficult to climb while on her knees. She made better progress once she reached the second floor and was able to move quicker, even though she still had to retrace her steps every few feet as the cum continued to leak from her well stretched holes. It was most entertaining to her audience and so they did not begrudge her a few minutes of rest before they dragged her into the bathroom.
Waiting for her were three bulging enema bags filled with mysterious liquids that bubbled and hissed, as well as a toilet nearly overflowing with day old piss and uncounted turds floating and submerged in the foul smelling bowl. There had been a heated discussion prior to her arrival concerning whether or not she should drink the contents of the bowl or just be dunked in the mess until she passed out and nature took its course.
Then there was the matter of the golden showers. Some wanted them to be given while she held the enemas, others wanted her to swallow those golden offerings before taking the enemas, on the theory that it would make the enemas even more painful to the coach if they were given on a full stomach. Doc made the call and decided a compromise could be achieved. So coach D would be swallowing piss from the tap, so to speak, while she took the enemas. One could call it a win-win or a lose-lose situation depending on whether you were a lacrosse player or the soccer coach.
Things went well for the first enema. It was swallowed up by the coach's colon without too much trouble, while nearly half the team emptied their bladders into her open mouth. A few times she tried to turn herself into a fountain, but the lacrosse team was wise to the ways of their sex partners who often tried to do the same trick. A half dozen blows to the base of her spine using the buckle end of the belt was enough to convince her of the folly of that tactic.
Whatever was in the second enema made their guest feel as if her lower intestines were melting. Her screams were so loud that they nearly shattered glass. She writhed and twisted so much that hardly any piss found her mouth. On the bright side, lots of the stinging stuff found her eyes which only added to her general misery. When Doc heard that some genius had added a jigger of lye to the already scary mixture, he hit the ceiling.
Immediately he ordered the players out of the bathroom so he could straighten things out and keep the soccer coach from losing half her lower intestines. It was touch and go, but in the end, if you'll pardon the pun, he managed to counteract the damage caused by this dolt, who was suspended from access to Doc's medicine cabinet for one month, a very serious penalty. After a consultation with the team captain the fun resumed, minus the third enema.
Coach D went bobbing for turds, being held under while the members slowly counted up to eighteen, the number of players on the squad. To make it more interesting, some of the hardier types took a turn on her gaping asshole, jamming their cocks in and out as fast as they could go while the others chanted and counted to the magic number as she was submerged. At the ten minute mark one of the keener-eyed players saw the first evidence that she was taking on piss along with perhaps a turd or two.
"Thar she blows! Bubbles on the aft quarters; she's beginning to list to the side." In fact the poor dazed woman was struggling to avoid just what was happening. When she was pulled to the surface she not only coughed up brown chunks, she also expelled plenty of the yellow stuff through her nostrils. Things really got rolling after that. It took longer and longer for the gang to count to eighteen, meaning she had an opportunity to take on even more turds and piss with each dunking.
No one really remembers when she finally passed out, but it was at least another round or two before someone noticed she was unconscious. By then her face was coated with a brownish mess that prevented anyone from observing that her face had turned a pale blue and her eyes were shut tight. There were no volunteers to give her CPR.
The best they could do was drape her limp body over the edge of the large tub and pound on her back in an effort to make coach D clear her lungs. Doc described her recovery as nearly miraculous, and to celebrate, two very well hung studs took turns sodomizing her to welcome her back into the swamp and even more fun and games.
After a shower so hot it nearly removed the skin from her shaking body, she took a detour into Doc's room for a quick checkup that included his cock stretching her asshole before emptying into her mouth. Satisfied that she was capable of continuing her job of entertaining the troops, he shot her up with a few more drugs to keep her in tip-top condition as far as her sexual appetites were concerned.
To even the playing field, he suggested that the temperature of the rec room be raised significantly through the use of space heaters, and the coach receive nothing to drink, even piss and cum were off limits, until she was fucked to a frazzle and begging for mercy. What she didn't know was that the last injection she got, in the gums, would elevate her body temperature and metalbolism to such a point that she'd almost literally burn herself to a crisp fucking any stud that came near her.
Nirobe made no effort to struggle as they prepared her for the next ordeal. She let them bend her body at the waist while a zipper in the hood was opened to give access to her mouth. When ordered to stick out her tongue she hesitated for a moment, long enough for someone to land a brutal punch to her right kidney. The pain was excruciating and convinced her it was wiser to do as they ordered rather than suffer needless agony and still be coerced into following their commands. The cord was looped around the middle of her extended tongue and pulled tight until she was certain another yank would slice it in two.
When they began to tighten the thin line connecting her tongue to her clit, she realized what a precarious position she was being forced to assume. Her limber body was forced to extend itself further and further to avoid having either her tongue or clit severed. Sweat began to pour from her glands, and the first tell-tale shivering started in the backs of her legs. The merciless tightening of the thin line ceased and she exhaled in relief.
Without warning her firm ass cheeks were split in two horizontally by either a riding crop or whip. It felt like fire as the welt bloomed from her taut skin. Then she took a deep breath as she felt hands spreading her ass cheeks apart. They were going to sodomize her, and there was nothing she could do but pray that she didn't panic and ruin herself permanently. She froze when she recognized his voice, announcing that he was going to thoroughly enjoy making her beg for mercy while he turned her asshole into mush.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 14
Coach D didn't realize it, but she had made a few enemies during her time as the "protected" queen slut of the lacrosse team. The only thing that had saved her was the relationship she had with the lacrosse team's leader. During her reign she never stooped to servicing the rest of the team unless ordered by her owner, and the pressure for revenge had intensified when she became the coach of the women's lacrosse team. It went off scale when in her second year her team had won its conference and made it to the national semifinals, thanks to Nirobe Mirimba's efforts. Unlike her lacrosse peers, Nirobe was considered by the men to be a real player and it didn't hurt that she was quite generous with her favors when it came to doing the nasty. The urge for revenge upon coach D had been passed down from one team to the next when it came to her, and at last here was the perfect opportunity for vengeance.
All lady Diana, AKA the coach, knew was she was in terrible pain and needed lots and lots of cock to moderate the fire burning in her pussy. She was so juiced that she couldn't comprehend that her reactions to the mob of studs gang fucking her had something to do with all those injections she kept receiving every time she got tired or passed out from some terrible thing one of those brutes did to her bare body. At present she was still unsure of her situation and just exactly how she came to be in this madhouse inhabited by what seemed to be an army of animals disguised as men.
A group of these animals had just arrived and were dragging her downstairs, making gross remarks about her fate once they got her to the next destination. She couldn't help noticing that her tits had grown substantially and they hurt like fury, especially when they made contact with the rough floor. That amused her captors who seemed to go out of their way to make sure her bruised and bloated tits picked up plenty of splinters as well. This pain soon had a competitor. It had started back in the room where the "doctor" had injected her again and again, going through the center of her nipples and into the flesh that felt as if it was stretching. Now she felt hot, very hot, and the feeling grew stronger as they dragged her battered, well raped body along, taunting her that she might not survive the next round of gang fucking she would endure. She licked her lips, amazed at how much they had swollen and cracked, almost as if she had been out in the desert heat beneath the pitiless sun for the better part of the day. How could that be? With all the drugs flowing through her veins, it was not surprising that she could not think logically.
Her trio of escorts had grown tired of dragging her naked body across the floor, and decided to take a break and give themselves a reward for all the exertion she was causing them. They found an empty room that was in shambles, the typical look of a true lacrosse player's digs. One of them cleared off enough junk from the bed to allow him to sit. Lady Diana was forced to her knees before him. Not satisfied with this arrangement, they found a box for her to knell which allowed her ass to be skewered while she gave head to the one seated on the bed. He squeezed her big balloons and yanked the nipples until she screamed from the pain. That got her a brutal punch to the region between her shoulder blades. She gasped and whimpered, but there was no scream; she was learning despite her other physical problems. The other member of the trio forced her head forward, making it easy for his buddy on the bed to push his fat cock into her warm mouth. The coach was too slow in responding to his needs and she absorbed another punch, this time to one of her kidneys. The one getting his cock sucked, grabbed her by the ears and used them like reins to set up a rhythm that was satisfactory. Meanwhile the other one began working his thumb and then an additional finger into her tight asshole. His comment about how tight she was brought laughter from his buddies.
The trio settled into a rhythm, rotating from mouth to asshole with practiced skill as they made the coach into their own private blow-up doll. After a few minutes one of them observed that their victim was getting hot and he wasn't kidding about it. The others admitted they had noticed the jump in her temperature, but were too busy fucking her senseless to let anyone know about it. One even remembered that Doc wanted her to be kept dry since the drugs he pumped into her body would make her grow hot as a pistol. Aware of what was happening just made things more entertaining as far as they were concerned. However they were not prepared for her demands as they continued to fuck her bowlegged and made sure she got plenty of practice when it came to sword swallowing. Now she was begging, even demanding for more than they could deliver and that little fact annoyed them to no end. They resorted to beating her bare body back and front with heavy handed blows that shook her relatively frail form. Her swollen tits took dozens of vicious puches that left them even larger and more sensitive. Finally they decided that enough was enough. They were sure that the gang waiting for this freak would give her all she'd every want and well beyond if the truth were to be known.
The hair on the back of her neck stiffened as Nirobe felt something large beginning to press against her tight asshole. She shuddered almost against her will as she felt the pressure grow. Then his large hands wrapped around her stiff nippled tits and began squeezing them. It didn't take long for the chocolate beauty to react to the twin onslaughts on her shaking body. The pressure on her sphincter relaxed for a time and then returned with more force, bringing a new level of fear with it. Nirobe began to sweat, her body taking on a sheen that was quite noticeable and brought wise cracks from the group of rapists surrounding her. Those massive hands continued to crush her tits and his fingernails dug into her nipples and gave her something new to add to the other threats that occupied her mind. He was taking his time and building up the level of fear that was taking over her consciousness. She heard his voice ask for some "hot sauce" and that brought a round of laughter from the group.
Nirobe lost her control and began begging when the first little dab of the special ointment that came from Doc's stash was gently rubbed into the undersides of her average-sized tits. To give her something else to worry about beside the feeling that her fun bags had caught fire, the paddle blasted into the pebbled flesh of her ass. It caught her by surprise and nearly caused the filament bridging the gap between her nipples and clitoris to tear one or both regions from her body as she reacted blindly to the agony caused by the unexpected blow. The gang cheered and urged the punisher to greater efforts and he met the challenge. He soon replaced the heavy wooden paddle with a whippy rattan cane. Now she would have something to really frighten her into near madness. Nirobe shuddered with terror as she felt the outline of the cane measuring her rounded ass cheeks. He announced to her and the audience of rapists that the "black" beauty was about to experience the cane, and if she survived ten of the best, he would have the wire connecting her clitoris and tongue cut. He watched bemused as her entire body grew rigid, preparing for the onslaught. To make it more interesting he would rub some of the fiery salve into her firm, rounded buns. He was sure that a few blows would open some deep cuts and allow the ointment to begin burning deep into her muscular flesh.
Nirobe could not control her fear, which made his task even more enjoyable. His cane began tapping the top of her rounded buttocks, each tap growing a bit stronger than its predecessor. She started moving her body from side to side, perhaps a few inches each time. The maddening tapping continued as did her movements. Then without warning he struck, cutting into the crevice beween her jutting hams. There was a strangled yelp from her and she tottered, but held her position. Her reward was another cut in the same region, even harder this time. The wire moved to its limit and stopped, a tribute to her toughening will. He chuckled at her weakening responses to the game that was unfolding and quickly moved to another region, her well muscled back. The blow sounded like a rifle shot when it landed just beneath her shoulder blades. A strange part whistle and part wail emenated from their play thing and her body shivered as it absorbed the full power of that vicious stroke. He grinned and announced that he had almost broken his favorite cane on this darkie's back. Part of him was secretly annoyed that she still hadn't made the move that would cause the wire to break before it severed either her clit or tongue. There would be no more fun and games then, just pain and punishment, a great deal of both after he turned her over to the others for more disciplining.
He had been so busy caning his victim, the deep groan and the odd movements of her upper body took him by some surprise until he remembered the ointment he had lovingly and carefully applied to her firm tits not less than a few minutes ago. Now it had kicked in and the results were as advertised. She was reacting as if a fire had broken out on a portion of those solid jugs. To take her mind off her new problem he ripped into the firm flesh located just below those bouncy buns, breaking the skin on both legs and starting a small trickle of blood flowing down the backs of her legs. Tears began flowing down her cheeks as he rubbed some of the ointment into her big, firm ass cheeks. She knew what was in store for her very soon and he did not disappoint her. He went back to the maddening tapping and watched her body shake and twitch in response to the cuts, welts and the fire burning away on her firm knockers. He stopped tapping for a time and moved the tip of the cane across the ointment covered region of her bottom, extending the region that would soon be reacting to the chemicals eating away at the flesh he had covered.
Her adversary walked around her, poking and prodding her bare body with the cane for his amusement and to add to her fear. She was tougher than he thought, which was fine with him as long as she didn't embarrass him in front of his people; that would be unforgiveable. She might survive what happened to her for that stupid move, but she'd never play soccer or walk again after he broke every bone in her feet and legs. Worse yet this nympho would be hard pressed for any sexual relief after she got an acid douche, reserved for only the major league ball-busters, who were few in number and mostly in insane asylums. He jabbed his cane into the side of one of her tits and heard the muffled moan from beneath the hood. Too bad she'd never see his face, she'd have a fit if she did. Satisfied that she was on the verge, he grinned at his troops and gave them the high sign before taking up his position behind her straining body.
Nirobe sensed her doom and she was not disappointed. The first whistling strike cut her hams in two leaving a deep welt that broke when the second blow landed in the same spot. A ridge of swollen flesh grew rapidly around the bloody wound. Even as the third strike was only inches from her welted bottom did she finally break, bellowing as she pulled her upper body into its normal stance. The third blow made her feel as if her bottom had been sliced into two bleeding mounds. It took some seconds for her to realize that the excruciating pain associated with her tongue and clitoris being ripped from their moorings was absent. By some miracle the wire had broken leaving her still whole. She sobbed as her entire body quivered. He moved quickly to the front, facing his devastated victim and cut her tits in half with one savage stroke of his cane. The beads of blood from the previous strikes flew from the cane into the air from the impact of the blow.
He took a deep breath and with the final stroke his bloody cane found its target, Nirobe's swollen clitoris. For a few seconds there was dead silence in the room as the carmel colored beauty absorbed the pain and the audience held its breath waiting for the sound of her capitulation. They all were disappointed as the hooded woman crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. She had gone beyond her limit and had taken the only way out short of death. Her adversary smiled coldly and kicked her in the ribs to make sure she was not feigning to avoid taking more pain and suffering. There was still going to be plenty of time for more agony and mind shattering punishment. For the moment she would be meat for his slavering followers. At a sign from him they surrounded the unconscious victim and prepared to see how close to death they could bring her as they brutally raped her in every hole she had. He cautioned them with a simple request and what would happen if they went beyond.
"Be certain that when I return she lives and can feel pain or those of you who caused otherwise will suffer what was her due."
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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 )
Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 16 Revised
Nirobe took a deep breath thanking her lucky stars that she had managed to evade any further damage to her well toned body. Already she was planning her next move, which was to make sure that whoever was calling the shots believed she had seen the light. Her thoughts were violently interrupted when the object inserted deep inside her clenched ass cheeks was activated, sending a bolt of electricity through her rectum and colon, making it feel as if her insides had caught fire. This was quickly followed by a brutal blow to the back of the neck, paralyzing her upper body for perhaps thirty seconds and utterly terrifying the prisoner that she had just been turned into a cripple for life. Nirobe lost control of her bladder and pissed uncontrollably while she heard laughter in the background, just before a vicious punch landed between her bare tits preventing her lungs from functioning. Even as she struggled to suck some air into her chest, a hand grabbed her hair and snapped the teen’s head back sending a lancing pain shooting down her spine. It took what seemed like an eternity before the soccer star was able to breathe and think clearly once again. It was then that she heard her new master's voice once more.
" You may be a gifted athlete, but no match for me when it comes to wheeling and dealing. What I just gave you was just a slight taste of what you will suffer if I think you're trying to game me. Now there is another little test that you must pass before we have a partnership of sorts. We'll be making a little tape featuring you and a few of my friends showing just how loyal you can be to me. If you do as you're told and the tape is what I expect when it comes to content, we will have cemented out relationship. If not, you'll come to a very bad end and wind up like the other little soccer wannabe. "
Nirobe was too frightened from her near death experience to do anything but whatever he wished her to do. How bad could it be? She loved taking on dozens of hard cocks for hours at a time. What would be so different this time? Then she wondered what had happened to the little soccer slut wannabe. Would she be part of this tape or was she ticketed for something much worse? Her musings were broken by another powerful burst of electrical power that ran through her lower intestine causing her to foul herself much to the amusement of those surroundng her. She was unprepared for the high pressure soaking she received from what must have been a fire hose. It was so powerful that it tipped the stand to which Nirobe was attached, throwing her to the floor and adding another set of bruises to the others she had collected recently.
She was pulled free of the stand, that gag checked and dragged from the room by her hair despite efforts to regain her feet. That had only gotten her a few kicks to the belly and crotch that brought up some bile. A few minutes later she was pushed into the back of a nondescript van,which would transport her to where the tape was to be made. She quickly discovered there were at least three escorts accompanying her. It became quickly obvious that they were going to use her body to pass the time while the van carried her to another location well outside of the town. She foolishly resisted and was severely punished.
One of them put her in a choke hold and began compressing her windpipe. Nirobe's struggles didn't last long, just enough for another one to drive his boot into the shaved pubic mound of their cargo. Then the round robin raping began; first her cunt was fisted to open her up sufficiently to allow what felt like a small tree trunk to enter her fuck channel. While that was rooting deep inside her, another was seeing how much he could twist her tits by using her pinched nipples. The third one decided to fuck her asshole which still was loose from being stretched by whatever had been inserted into her rectum during her meeting with the boss of this gang of thugs. In this way they passed the time, except for a stop allowing the driver to have his fun with their passenger.
Back at the swamp there was a feeling of trouble brewing on the matter of what was left of coach D. She was on the verge of leaving this world and the gang wasn't exactly able to figure out what to do with the body, if indeed she were to cash in her limited number of chips. All Doc could offer was the slim chance that perhaps his dad had some connection interested in a more than slightly used female with limited expectations. In the meantime there was a segment of the lacrosse population that wanted to party on until their all but broken little pinata gave up its last treat. Doc realized that there was a very good chance that all of them would face significant jail time for their part in the death of lady Diana. Their only hope was if they could make her demise appear to be accidental. What better way than to put her gasoline soaked corpse in an old clunker they had stolen recently and drive it off the local lovers leap with a full tank of gas, effectively getting rid of their problem? When he broached the idea he was cheered to the rafters, that is if this place had any. Fortified with this news they turned back to ruining what was left of the coach.
She proved to be a tough old bird despite her skinny body. Doc shot her up one last time with his best fly-away drugs, as usual taking his normal or was it abnormal piece of the action. Knowing she was on her last legs he had deliberately injected her clitoris with some of the good stuff and it had responded by nearly doubling in size. Later on he would admit that fucking this near death specimen was one of the best lays he ever had, including his sister as well as the best female cadavers he had access to when he was working the night shift at the morgue.
Doc received more cheers when he escorted the two lacrosse players carrying a very alert coach D for more fun and games. The drugs had brought her around as well as deadened the major wounds they had produced previously. In her absence someone had resurrected a forbidden item, a souped up version of a once popular device used to sexually excite women foolish enough to mount and ride it. To the lacrosse folks it was known far and wide as the womb wrecker. Coach D was about to learn first hand just how powerful and damaging it could be to its rider. A dazed lady Diana, hands tied tightly behind her back, was dragged over to the waiting machine. She too had heard the stories about this awesome destroyer of cunts, and like most women considered the tales to be nothing but the stuff of idle conjecture. Now she wasn't so sure.
Lady Diana had ingested so many chemicals and in such volume that she was unable to understand the danger she faced. The squat rounded machine, with a patch of Velcro surrounded by a thick rounded shaft that looked somewhat like a real penis, had been brought to the center of what had become her personal torture chamber. It took the help of the escorts to get her properly mounted on the machine. The thick shaft had easily penetrated her dripping cunt without causing her any trouble. Now she waited calmly as the electrical cord was run into a metal box. Then without any warning the machine hummed into life and the fat shaft began stimulating her worn out cunt and oversized clitoris.
She soon found herself surrounded by wild-looking, bleary- eyed savages who must have just come from the jungle looking for white women to rape and kidnap. She shuddered at the prospect of serving and servicing these creatures. Poor coach D had begun losing what was left of her mind. Those around her began getting restless; their victim seemed to be enjoying the ride, which was not the plan. One of them lost his temper and struck her across the side of the head, nearly knocking off the machine. That signaled the rest of them and it soon became a wholesale massacre with her the victim. She tried to dismount but found it nearly impossible the way she was situated with her knees straddling the machine and the Velcro keeping her skin attached to the body of the vehicle. It ended abruptly when one of the savages brought his fist down on the top of her skull, making the poor woman bite her tongue almost in two. She passed out but remained attached to the machine.
They held a council of war to discuss what would happen next. There was some excited talk but no real answer to deal with the problem of the cunt that wouldn't die. That was bad enough but Doc had talked to his dad and it was no go on him taking her off their hands. To make matters worse it would be sunrise in an hour or so, preventing them from ridding her by means of the flying clunker. Finally they decided to leave the issue undecided until everyone had gotten some sleep and something to eat. To show just how fucked up this gang of brutes truly were,a few decided that since their pinata was still alive they might as well use her since she was on the edge of leaving anyway. Those interested in doing her drew lots to see who got her in what order. With that matter settled, everyone took their leave.
It was well after noon before the entire gang of lacrosse folks assembled in the torture chamber to discuss what to do about their fuck and torture toy who had managed somehow to survive the last twelve hours without any help from drugs. Some of them were passing the time by seeing how much piss an extremely dehydrated coach D would swallow without any persuasion. Her badly cut tongue had finally stopped bleeding sometime during the time she was sexually satisfying the guys who wanted to use her. Lots of her cuts from last night had scabbed over and even her tits were looking almost normal considering how much punishment those rainbow colored fun bags had absorbed previously. Of even greater interest was the discovery of a few more attachments to the machine and some instructions on how to up the speed and power. There still remained the issue of keeping the skinny victim properly attached to the shaft. Then they learned that Doc wasn't offering any freebies when it came to drugs for the fuck toy. It looked as if they were on their own when it came to doing their victim.
For a collection of low IQs, when it came to thinking up ways to hurt their little torture toy, the lacrosse folks were above average. They started out by changing the vibrating shaft that had been used on her previously. Next once she was settled into the proper position they glued her thin thighs to the sides of the machine so she couldn't move off the rotating shaft that would turn her big clitoris and surrounding territory into bloody mush. A leather bondage pouch, a souvenir of another orgy, was used to restrain her arms behind her back. Finally someone made a noose that went around her neck and was pulled tight to make her sit up straight and not slouch. Once everything was as it should be, the power was turned on and off coach D went at a gallop, her cunt starting to feel the attack of the fat shaft on the mucous membrane that protected her pussy under normal circumstances. The look on her face was priceless; eyes wide, face taut, her lacerated tongue flopping from between her bruised lips caused by all the blowjobs she had given last night.
The audience of perverts and rapists surrounded their prey and watched the unequal struggle. For someone who had been through their version of bootcamp and still be functioning was an amazing feat. Unfortunately they needed a lot more gratification than watching the coach's face turn a bright red and her tongue loll out of the corner of her mouth like a dog. It didn't take one of them long to realize that her tits were swelling and the nipples were hard as stone. The coach was really getting turned on by what was happening to her twat, especially her swollen, giantic clitoris that seemed to throb in rhythm to the vibrating shaft grinding away inside her fuck box.
This mob was not the type that let matters take their course. These dudes wanted action and plenty of it, not what their victim was providing so far. One got in her face and began cuffing her ears until they were a bright red. Had he been watching her face and the way her lips and tongue were moving, he might have witnessed her first orgasm of the day, a monster that made her bare body look like a giant tuning fork. To celebrate the event one of them yanked the noose tighter and watched with a stupid grin on his face as the skinny fuck toy's face turned red then blue, her eyes popping and that lacerated tongue still captured by her purple lips. Fortunately for the gang of rapists, sadists and perverts there were a few with clearer heads and one of them stepped up and took the noose away from his fellow lacrosse team member. For a few nervous moments it appeared the two were about to square off, but were distracted by the vomit that was spewing from their torture toy's mouth.
There was a lively discussion about the degree and type of punishment their little fuck toy must suffer for her flagrant display of bad manners. Because she was still glued to the machine that was busily ruining what was left of her cunt, it wasn't realistic to have her taken off just so she could lick up her own vomit. They instead selected one of the mob to use a rag to pick up the vomit. The low man on the lacrosse totem pole was naturally chosen. To make him feel a little better he was also given the opportunity to hurt the bad lady for making him do this menial job.
Poor coach D, she was back where she was last night, the lowest of the low and possibly on the way to an even lower position in the grand scheme of lacrosse world. It was a toss up whether her vomit or the rag tasted fouler. Twice she dry heaved and was punished for these breaches of conduct. By then her ears were swollen shut from the repeated blows they absorbed for her misconduct. Finally her furious tormentor jammed the vomit soaked rag into her mouth and taped her lips shut to hold it in place. This only added to her misery since the only way to vent the terrible taste and smell was either swallowing or snorting it through her nostrils. There still was the decision of what to do to make the disobedient fuck toy remember her place in this world of hurt. After much arguing,swearing and threatening it was decided that her big tits should be coated with some of the left over flash powder and set off one tit at a time to keep the pain at a very high level for a long time.
Regardless of her fate the humming machine was doing a great job of distracting coach D from her plight. That vibrating wand up against her huge clit was creating a massive amount of high grade pussy cream, not juice, cream! It had been spilling out and getting down into the Velcro pad upon which her ass cheeks were settled. She had been clicking off an orgasm every few minutes at first, but now they seemed almost continuous. She was too busy enjoying herself that she ignored the hands rubbing more of that powder into her big fat tits with extra attention given to her stiff nipples. Even when one of the grinning sadists approached with a burning piece of splintered wood she was nearly oblivious to what it foretold. He jabbed it into the torture toy's nipple, but not long enough to set off the powder. He was jeered by the rest of the animals, which annoyed him. His next jab went through her stiff nipple making her scream soundlessly into her gag at just about the time when the black powder flared up and started burning away the skin that it covered.
Lady Diana had gone through the mill and then some. So it was no shock that her reactions to having her tit burst into flame were rather muted. It didn't take the powder long to burn down below the skin. Even though it extinguished quickly the heat lasted much longer and thus did more damage. Her nipple had shriveled to a crisp with more damage due to the extra layer of powder it had been given. Her entire body was still shaking and twitching from the burns. In addition her mental faculties had sustained additional damage that would prevent her, if she survived, from once more coaching ladies soccer in any capacity.
Another of the lacrosse team picked the short straw and so got the privilege of setting off their skinny little fuck toy's other tit. The coach was in a daze from the first fire and so was just as surprised by the second erruption of flame that took place on her other tit. This fire burned hotter and longer thanks to the extra powder that had been lovingly rubbed into her tit and nipple. She fainted from the pain before the fire burned itself out, leaving behind a second charred tit with a nipple that looked like a small piece of charcoal attached to the smoldering landscape that once was meat covered with skin.
While the members of the swamp continued to use and abuse their fuck and torture toy, little Luci Kawani was being prepared for a long trip to a far away place. However prior to that she was checked out for her ability to sexually satisfy both women as well as men. She'd been taken to a seedy motel well off the highway frequented by cheating husbands and wives, perverts of all stripes and members of local swing clubs who used this motel as their monthly meeting place. Her arrival was duly noted by the desk clerk who had seen everything at least twice. He was intrigued by the sight of this short Hawaiian honey with a set of tits that were awesome. She was stark naked with hands cuffed behind her back, her feet hobbled to make sure she wouldn't try to escape the one holding her leash attached to her spiked metal collar.
While her owner checked her in, the clerk made sure she was legal by hefting her big tits and sticking his tongue down her throat. When the clerk came up for air he took a series of photographs of the hot little wahine and gave him his key once money had changed places. She'd be working in the big room that could handle up to eight visitors at a time provided they were quiet. They laughed at that remark and then little Luci was led down a long corridor toward her place of business for the night. Meanwhile the clerk was busily posting her naked pictures on the corkboard behind the admissions desk. This one was going to be very busy if he knew anything about her owner. He was a regular and always escorting a hot piece of young pussy who would work her cute ass off before he led her out and stuffed what was left of her into the trunk of his Mercedes.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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