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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Chained Cheerleader
By Robert Vickers
Chapter 1
"Would you ever pose in the nude?" the man asked, his eyes
raking over Debbie's prominent tits. She stirred uncomfortably in
the chair, wishing for the first time she had worn a bra. The
tiny buttons of her nipples hardened visibly at the question. She
tried to will them down into their normal soft state, but the more
she tried, the harder they became and the more obvious her boobs
became.
"No, sir," she said weakly. "I don't believe in such
things."
"Good," Mr. Bradford said, checking off another spot on the
long questionnaire. "We've had bad problems with the other girls
posing naked for those skin magazines. Other teams have dismissed
their cheerleaders after too much bad publicity. We want no such
thing with the Condors. We're an up-front, moral football team
and we intend to maintain that attitude."
"Yes, sir," Debbie said again. She nervously brushed back a
strand of her long, lustrous blonde hair. The girl had been
sitting on the uncomfortable hardwood chair for over twenty
minutes. The interview seemed interminable, but she was willing
to go through hell to get this job.
Or non-job, really. Cheerleader with the Condors didn't pay
very well. Only about fifteen dollars a game, if the rumors were
true. But so many of the girls had used their public exposure to
go on into a modeling career, Debbie decided she would try it.
Besides, all the way through high school, she had always wanted to
be a cheerleader. They seemed to end up with all the burly,
virile football players. She had been too shy then to try out,
but now, with the, added bonus of maybe becoming a model to burn
away her shyness, she would do just about anything.
Just about.
Debbie was glad that Mr. Bradford didn't want her posing
nude. She saw all those magazines of course, but she always
wondered how any woman could get up the nerve to bare her all for
millions and millions of men.
"One last thing, Miss Connors. You've got to fit into the
cheerleading costume. Please try this one on."
The man tossed the skimpy costume across the desk. For a
moment Debbie wondered where the rest of it was. She mentally
pieced it all together and decided this was it. A g-string to
cover her snatch and a tiny little jacket that would barely cover
her ample tits, and that was all.
"This is all?" she asked, her voice quavering just a little.
She was a moral girl and didn't know if she would like being seen
in public wearing so little.
"No. There are knee-high boots that come with it. But we
have to buy those special, and only for the ones who make the
squad. Well," he said, his eyes cold and probing, "put it on."
"Uh, where do I change?" Her green eyes darted around the
tiny office. There didn't seem to be any dressing room visible.
"Hell, you can change into it here. I'll turn my back."
His words hardly reassured her, yet she did want the job.
She glanced at the man just as he swiveled around in his chair.
Debbie thought she could trust Mr. Bradford. After all, he was
the general manager of the entire team and that had to be a
responsible position.
Her hands shook slightly as she reached out and took the
skimpy costume. With sudden resolution, she began stripping off
her blouse. Ample tits spilled out and bounced slightly, swaying
to and fro in front of her chest. The red nipples were still
embarrassingly large, but the man's back was turned. He couldn't
see her obvious arousal. She cupped her tits and tried to pour
them into the small jacket. They crushed flat against her chest,
but she managed to button up the front of the vest.
"Do I have to ..." she started.
"All of the costume," the man snapped. "And hurry. I have
an appointment in less than ten minutes. I have to decide if
you're the right one for this job or not. Other girls are
waiting, you know."
She knew. She had been damned lucky to get such an early
appointment with Mr. Bradford. She began unzipping her skirt.
The tall, lithe blonde gracefully stepped from her skirt and
kicked it away. With a sinuous wiggle, she pulled down her
pantyhose.
For no reason at all, she blushed furiously. She looked at
the back of the man's head. He hadn't turned to spy on her. It
was just her own unease at being more than half naked that was
playing on her nerves. She quickly got out of her shocking pink
bikini briefs, her blonde pussy hair crinkly and damp. Pulling up
the g-string, she wondered if she might not have to shave off some
of that snatch patch.
Tiny blonde hairs peeked out over the top of the tiny
triangle of cloth. She tried to push her pussy fur back down but
it refused to obey her command. Rather than keep the man waiting
any longer, she finally said, "Okay, Mr. Bradford. I'm ready."
He spun around and his eyes went wild. They couldn't stop
anywhere. They danced from her prominent tits to the deep canyon
between them to the trim waist and depression of her belly button
to her flaring, womanly hips; from her fleshy ass to her thighs
velvety, milky and smooth. Tapering legs finished off the
picture.
From her vantage point, Debbie could see Mr. Bradford's
crotch. A huge lump grew there. She didn't know if she should be
happy about that or not. She felt vulnerable, almost naked, and
totally uneasy about this situation.
Still she wanted the job. It would put her on nationwide
television and she would be discovered. She was tall enough to be
a high fashion model. The only problem she saw was that she was
too well-fleshed, and the super-skinny types usually got the
modeling jobs.
Mr. Bradford didn't seem to mind having ample tits and ass.
His cock tried to turn cartwheels in his pants.
"Very good, Miss Connors. Very good indeed. You've got the
job, if you still want it."
Debbie almost backed out as the man slowly licked his lips.
She had heard about casting couches and how it was almost
impossible for a model to get high-paying jobs without balling men
from the advertising agencies. But Mr. Bradford had been so firm
about her not posing nude for any magazines, she knew he wouldn't
proposition her.
And he didn't.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw him signing his name
on the bottom of her contract. She hastily signed after the man.
Now she was a member of the Condors, too. But when he looked up
at her, a cold chill raced up her spine. The look wasn't one of
an employer to an employee. It was ... leering.
"Well?" he demanded. "Get out of that uniform. I still got
a couple more chicks coming in to try out."
"Turn your back," she said weakly. The girl somehow knew
that it wasn't going to work that way this time. And it didn't.
"Look, baby, you're going to be sharing a dressing room with
fifty other women, with people coming and going all the time.
Some of those people passing through are going to be men. Tough
shit. That's the way it works. This is show biz and modesty has
no place in it. Do you want me to tear up the contract or are you
going to get that costume off?"
The way he said it told Debbie that he wasn't kidding. And
what he said was plausible. She knew that big time models
sometimes had to put up with dozens of buyers moving through their
dressing rooms. There wasn't any privacy at all.
She began unfastening the tiny vest, conscious of his eyes on
her. They seemed to devour every single square inch of her naked
flesh. She blushed furiously but the man didn't turn his eyes
away. If anything, he stared even more.
She tried not to hurry, but she was soon fumbling as she got
out of the g-string. Conscious of her naked pussy, she chastely
turned to one side. As she bent over, she was aware that this was
almost as bad. Her ass was naked, too. The girl wanted to cry
but continued until she was safely dressed. The man hadn't quite
broken out into a cold sweat watching her, but it was close. He
pushed a strand of his hair back nervously, and finally relaxed in
his chair.
Debbie could see that, he had pulled out his prick and was
slowly stroking its turgid length. The purple bell-shaped glans
was pulsing hotly and the entire shaft was bright red from jerking
off. She backed toward the door, saying, "Will there be anything
else, Mr. Bradford?" She hoped the answer would be "no," and it
was.
Debbie heaved a sigh of relief when she got to the other side
of the door. The feel of the wooden panel cold and secure at her
back told her that it was okay now. She had survived-and she had
gotten the job!
She floated out of the office, her mind soaring with delight.
She hardly knew what path she followed through the densely packed
offices and the deserted concrete pillars of the stadium.
Debbie stopped, her reverie broken by a sharp gasp. She
cocked her ear, listening more intently. She thought at first
someone was in pain. The sound came again-louder. It was a moan,
but not a moan of pain. It was stark pleasure. Curious, she
explored the empty area behind some of the concrete posts.
There, in plain sight, was a couple locked in a passionate
embrace. From their position, she could see instantly why the
woman was moaning so loudly. A cock the size of a telephone pole
rammed repeatedly into her tiny cunt. The woman had her legs in
the air, wrapped around the powerful man's waist. This wasn't any
casual rape. The woman was enjoying the hell out of this public
fucking.
"Oh, Ben, Ben! Do it harder! Fuck me with that swollen cock
of yours till I can't take it any more! Fuck meeeeee!"
Her body writhed, her hips jerked and hunched up to meet the
inward thrusts of the mighty prick. Debbie was unsure what she
should do. She had just escaped from a blatantly sexual situation
in the general manager's office. If she had asked Mr. Bradford if
he wanted a piece of ass, she knew what his answer would have
been.
He'd have screwed her for the next twenty-four hours.
But to come out and see this startled her. She wasn't from
any sheltered home but to see two people fucking in the open took
her entirely by surprise. Debbie wanted to turn and leave them
alone to screw their brains out, but something stopped her. The
sight of a man and woman fucking turned her on. She had been
getting both scared and hot while she had been with Mr. Bradford.
Now there was nothing but total arousal stirring within her.
She felt her pussy begin to froth and churn with desire. How
she wished it were her cunt spread wide open for that hard-
driving, virile cock! She sobbed softly at the sight of the
powerful thrusts, the hairy ass tightening and spearing the prick
directly into the softly yielding cunt.
The squishing noises told how hard the fucking was. Debbie
knew that the friction in the other girl's cunt must be
unbearable. The heat would be seeping into her belly and feeling
like a puddle of melted lead. It would spread slowly, burning as
it went until the entire body was one giant, quivering, raw nerve
ending capable of giving only one sensation: pleasure.
"Ben, I need more! Fuck me harder! God, Ben, you're such a
fucker. So huge. You fill me up and almost tear me apart. God,
oh God, God!"
The man fucked with smoother strokes and more power, driving
deeper and deeper with each stroke. Debbie couldn't stand it any
more. She knelt down so that the gaping pussy and the cock
splitting the pussy lips wide open were at her eye level. She
could see every lurid detail.
The cunt lips were folding deep into the pussy as the prick
raced up into the superheated fuck tunnel. Frothy cunt oils
boiled out as the powerful piston of cockflesh retreated. The
huge shaft of manmeat gleamed silver with cunt juice.
Debbie reached down and hiked up her skirt to stroke her
slender fingers across her panty-clad crotch. She hadn't bothered
putting on her pantyhose. The idea of having Mr. Bradford watch
that tedious procedure had frightened her a little more than she
had cared to admit. But she had put on her panties. Now her
fingers worked under the edge of those pink bikini briefs and
found hot cunt lips.
She immediately thrust one of her fingers all the way into
her pussy. The feel of that finger wiggling around inside her
cunt drove her out of her mind. She was no virgin, she had fooled
around a little-but not too much. That was something special to
do with someone she cared for. Now she was almost sorry she
hadn't fucked every stud that had come along. The sight of the
dark-haired chick and the mountain of muscle fucking her, turned
her on and awoke hidden desires in her belly.
"More, Ben darling. Fuck me moooore!" the woman sobbed. Her
head was rocking from side to side, a dark cascade of hair flying
all around until it appeared to be a raven-colored halo. The mask
of grim pleasure on her face told of her intense arousal. She was
on the brink of coming.
Debbie finger-fucked herself even faster. She tried to do it
with the same rhythm that Ben was fucking the other girl. That
way, she could almost imagine herself to be the one on the
receiving end of that mighty battering-ram of cock. She sobbed
and moaned herself as she began to diddle her own clit. Her clit
popped up and demanded all the attention she could give it.
She gave it all she could take.
Debbie came a few seconds before the woman getting fucked.
But her come wasn't anything as intense; she could tell from the
way the other woman's body tensed and then shook like a leaf in a
high wind. The ecstasy running amok in that trim body wasn't felt
by every woman. It was reserved for only the most passionate--and
the ones who had been expertly fucked.
"God in Heaven, Sherry," the man said, panting harshly. "It
feels like your cunt's going to mash my pecker flat. I never felt
a chick whose cunt could squeeze down on me like that. It ...
it's great!"
"Oh, shut up, fucker, and fuck me! I need more of that sweet
fucking cock of yours. Don't talk! Ball! I want it all and I
want it now!"
"So you want more, huh? Okay, you sex-hungry bitch. I'm
going to fuck you so hard it'll split you all the way to the
chin!"
The man reached out a huge fist and grabbed the girl's
slender wrists. He easily held both her hands in the circle of
his one. Pushing till she was completely stretched out, her hands
pinned high above her head, he began fucking so fast that Debbie
saw only a blur of hairy ass.
The woman getting the cock stuffed all the way up her cunt
screamed. Debbie couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. But
from the way the girl's legs began to make butterfly motions, up
and down on either side of the man's huge body, she guessed it was
pleasure. She knew that as her knees went wide on either side,
the woman's pussy would contract. As the man pulled out of her
tight cunt, the girl's legs up and rubbed along the sides of his
body.
Debbie could hardly stand it. She wanted to race over and
shove the man off his perch to get to his prick herself. The girl
had never felt like this before. But then she had never been
walking along a deserted stadium and seen two people fucking their
brains out like this, either. It was something new and startling
to her.
Her finger worked back and forth in her tight pussy until her
entire hand was soaked with her thick lubricants. She added
another finger to try and fool herself into thinking it was a cock
fucking deeply into her soft pussy. This sent electric tremors up
and down her spine, but it didn't give her the same feeling that
being plugged full of hot, meaty prick would.
How she envied the girl just a few feet away!
She was getting all the prick any human could possibly want--
and she was still begging for more! Debbie knew that the dark-
haired girl couldn't possibly be aware of what she was saying.
The joy of the fucking had already robbed her of her powers of
thought. She was babbling incoherently. And loving every single
inch of that hard-fucking prick surging into her tight, hot cunt.
"I'm cominnnng!" she shrieked. Her body shivered as if she
were cold, and then she screamed again-louder, more insistently.
The man fucking her didn't even slow down. The sounds appeared to
mean nothing to him.
Debbie could see the man's balls wetly slapping against the
dark-haired girl's ass. Slowly, surely, the man's balls tightened
up more and more. She heard him grunt with the strain of keeping
back the fiery tide of his jism.
The finger thrusting in and out of her pussy seemed so
inadequate to her now. She wanted cock!
But all she could do was watch.
It wasn't quite the same thing, but it took the edge off her
rampaging emotions. She felt high over getting the cheerleading
job. She felt uptight over the way the general manager had been
ogling her, then jerking off as she dressed. The obvious sexual
implications weren't wasted on her. She was strung to a high
sexual tension.
And now this.
She saw the man's massively muscled body begin to shake as if
he were some kind of weakling. Thickly muscled arms quivered, and
then he bellowed like a wounded bull. He slammed hard into the
woman's pussy and lifted her entirely off the bench on which they
fucked. He came.
Debbie could see the creamy jizz fill the cunt and then begin
to overflow. The man didn't stop his powerful fucking for a
single instant. His tempo grew ragged and jerky, but he kept
fucking until his prick dissolved in the heat and pressure of the
girl's cunt.
The spying girl's fingers pulled and jerked and twisted
inside the confines of her tight cunt. She felt a tiny surge of
desire and then she came. But it didn't match that which the
dark-haired girl had experienced. As she watched, Debbie saw the
other girl continue to have one come after another. It seemed
fantastic that anyone could get off like she was, but seeing was
believing.
Debbie caught her breath as she continued to finger-fuck
herself, then came again. She finally gave up.
The huge man was straightening and would soon be putting his
clothes back on. She didn't want him to see her. He looked like
he could be a mean son of a bitch if angered.
And Debbie didn't want to anger him. She sighed and silently
drifted to a spot behind one of the concrete posts to watch some
more. The girl knew she would be unseen here.
"God," the man said, "that was one hell of a fine fuck! I'm
glad you came along, Sherry. You're a prime piece of ass."
"You've got such a way with words, Ben," the dark-haired girl
said, slowly putting her clothing on. "But I put up with that
because you're dynamite with that cock. And hung! God, you're
hung like a bull elephant."
"They don't have me on that front line for nothing," the man
boasted.
Debbie knew then that the man had to be one of the Condors.
He was one of the football players she would be out there rooting
for, trying to get to put out superhuman effort. If his
performance here were any indication of the entire team, they were
unbeatable!
Chapter 2
Debbie waited until the raven-haired Sherry came out from
behind the concrete post. She had to talk with her. The urgings
deep in her belly simply wouldn't go away. She had to find out
about the girl and that bull of a man who had fucked her so
expertly.
"Uh, pardon me," Debbie began, then blushed furiously. She
didn't have the foggiest idea how she was going to approach the
questions she wanted so desperately to ask.
"Yes," said Sherry, still settling her clothing. Then she
noticed that Debbie was blushing. She laughed and said, "You saw
Ben and me fucking, didn't you? Yeah, you sure did!"
Debbie could only nod her head. Finally, she managed to
stutter, "I ... I didn't mean to spy--honest! But I heard the
noise and I went to look and I saw you and Ben and ..."
"And you saw more than you intended, huh? Don't worry about
it, kid," said the older girl. "That kind of thing happens all
the time around here. Hell, with big bruisers like the guys on
the football team and all us sexy cheerleaders, it's got to
happen. But look, do me a favor and don't mention it. We're not
supposed to 'fraternize with the team' as the expression goes."
"Fraternize? It looked like you were ..." Debbie stopped in
mid-sentence and blushed again.
"Hey, you are a shy one, aren't you. Yeah, Ben and I have
been fucking each other all season. Course, this is only the
second game, but what with all the pre-season stuff, it's been
pretty good." She unconsciously began to run her long fingers over
her snatch, remembering the long cock and the hard fucking.
"I'm on the cheerleaders' squad, too," said Debbie. "I was
just hired. In fact, I just came out of Mr. Bradford's office
when I saw you and Ben. But don't worry; I won't say a word!"
Sherry studied the new cheerleader and shook her head.
"You're only about eighteen, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Debbie said defensively, "but what's that got to do
with anything."
"Take some advice from an old-timer. Don't get mixed up with
Bradford. That motherfucker is bad news."
"Old-timer? You're not more than twenty-one."
"Twenty. But the two year difference might as well be a
century. Around here, you learn quick. Like who to put out for
and who to avoid. Bradford's on the no-no list."
"He seemed like a nice-enough guy."
"The hell you say! But let old Sherry clue you in. On our
way to the locker room, of course. We've got practice in about
twenty minutes. The dark-haired girl put her arm around Debbie's
shoulders and guided her down the deserted corridors. Debbie felt
a warmth for this open girl, more so than she had for Bradford.
But still, Sherry just might have something against the man. He
had seemed to be an all-right sort.
"And in here," Sherry said, "are our luxurious, posh, and
otherwise scummy quarters." She made a sweeping gesture with her
arm, meant to encompass the entire locker room.
It stunk. As she made a face, Debbie held back the desire to
sneeze. The room was dusty and hadn't been cleaned in a month of
Sundays. Still, those cold, harsh metal lockers and the few
lovely' girls milling around in various stages of undress pulled
her like a magnet pulls iron. This was the big time. She would
be out in front of nationwide cameras soon showing her stuff, and
she would have the chance to be discovered. Maybe she wouldn't
even work as a high-fashion model; she might jump all the way up
into the film world. Or television. To have her very own series
on television!
And all from a humble start as a cheerleader for a second-
rate football team. It could happen. This was America, the land
of opportunity.
"Where's my locker?" she asked. "I'd better get dressed."
"So eager," said Sherry, shaking her head. "You'll learn."
"If I can find me somebody like Ben, I'm sure I'll learn a
lot," she laughed. "But I need a costume, too. Where do I get
it?"
"Check with the equipment manager." said Sherry, pointing.
"And get a move on. Bradford likes to come through. You should
have your entire costume on before then."
Debbie hardly heard the other girl's warning. She was in a
trance, enthralled with the idea of hitting it big like this.
Cheerleader today, movie star tomorrow. It was possible. And it
would happen; she just knew it.
She took the skimpy costume from the bored man behind the
grate and moved to find herself an empty locker. She was a little
uneasy again about stripping and putting the tiny costume on, but
this time it wasn't so bad. There were only the other
cheerleaders around--other girls. Debbie had to suck in her
breath when she saw so much naked flesh.
And beautiful naked flesh at that. She had assumed that she
would be the standout on the team. She was lovely and she knew
it. But these girls at least equaled her firm tits and flaring
ass and tapering legs. They moved with easy grace. No trace of
sag marred any of their bouncing, jostling boobs. And none of
them seemed the least bit self-conscious about wandering around
naked.
Debbie found herself staring. She couldn't help it. She
watched the clean, white flash of legs moving swiftly, lithely.
Pussies came and went, securely positioned in the slingshot-like
pouches of their g-strings. Tits were mashed down flat and held
in while the tiny vests were fastened. Knee-high boots finished
the picture.
Debbie realized she would be late for practice if she dawdled
any more. She looked around one last time to see if anyone was
watching her. No one paid her the slightest bit of attention.
She was only one more naked girl in a sea of absolutely sexy
women.
She wiggled into the g-string, marveling at the way it molded
itself to her cunt lips. She tried tucking in her pussy fur and
found that no matter how much she tried, it always stuck out at
the top of the g-string. She sighed. She would have to shave off
some of her lovely blonde pussy fleece. The singular triangular
piece in back of her fitted firmly into the crack of her ass.
With every movement it grated against her skin.
But it wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, the feel of it
moving slowly over her naked flesh turned her on. She knew it had
to be the tightness of the g-string. It pressed into her sex slit
and onto her clitoris. The blonde just hoped that she wouldn't
embarrass herself when she got in front of people. She had the
horrible vision of actually coming, due to the feel of her
costume.
She sighed and hung her blouse up in the tiny locker. The
vest was something else. Tight, almost too tight. She was
wiggling into it when she heard harsh breathing behind her.
Startled, she turned to see Mr. Bradford standing and watching her
every movement.
"Mr. Bradford!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Trying to hurry you up, you dumb bitch. The others are
already on the field. Get that ass of yours in gear or I'll whip
it all the way out onto the sidelines."
His words were harsh but the way his eyes moved over her body
was obscene. She felt as if her entire body were naked to his
lustful gaze.
"Wh-what about my boots?" she stammered, trying to cover her
confusion.
"Later. Just get a pair of tennis shoes from equipment."
"Mr. Bradford," she said firmly, "get the hell out of here
while I dress. You're not supposed to be in here."
"The hell, I'm not. Remember, I'm general manager. Besides
that, you women's lib types fought to get women reporters into the
team locker room. That cuts both ways, bitch. If women can get
in and get a cheap thrill seeing naked jocks, then there's nothing
wrong with a man going into a women's locker room. That's the
law. Now shake that ass!"
Debbie was stunned. What he said was true, but she had never
thought that particular ruling would ever effect her. She wasn't
a reporter and had no desire to go see a bunch of sweaty men after
a football game. And yet it didn't seem right that Mr. Bradford
could come in here and watch her dress.
Feeling definitely uncomfortable in the costume, she picked
up a pair of tennis shoes and hurried out onto the field. The
team was going through their calisthenics, and the cheerleaders
were grouped at one side of the field. Debbie ran over and joined
them.
"Did Bradford give you any shit?" asked Sherry, moving up
beside Debbie.
The blonde could only shake her head. She was out of breath
from running and didn't quite trust her voice.
Debbie had thought she would be the beauty of the team of
cheerleaders. She was stunned at the sight of so many lovely
girls. Not a one wouldn't have turned heads--twice--on the
street. And dressed in such tiny costumes, she wondered if any
male in the stadium ever watched the game while the girls were out
cheering.
"Good," said Sherry. "And if you run into any trouble with
him, just let me know. Okay?"
Debbie didn't have a chance to answer. They formed up lines
and began to go through their drills. The practice session was
tiring, but she ended up feeling happy about it. Even aroused.
The motion of the soft inner lining of the vest across her nipples
thrilled her. Every leap made it stroke and caress her tits. The
motion of her legs scissoring back and forth, spreading wide with
jumps and splits, made the tiny g-string rub into her most
sensitive flesh. Her pussy lips were actually hard with lust, and
she felt the beginnings of dampness welling up inside her.
She was hornier than hell after the workout.
She tried to keep her mind off the players on the field. She
wondered if they felt the same way after they finished. Somehow,
seeing the way they smashed into each other, she doubted it. They
were probably bone-tired and not wanting anything except going to
bed-to sleep.
The girl felt a hand on her almost-naked ass. Surprised, she
turned and saw Bradford standing behind her. As her eyes opened
in amazement that he would try such a thing in public, he squeezed
down hard on her asscheek. She squealed in surprise.
"Quiet," he said. "This is going to be little session just
between you and me."
"Mr. Bradford, get that damned hand of yours off my butt!"
He smiled, and it was an evil smile. He shook his head as he
said, "You don't understand the arrangements here, do you? I
hire, I fire. And I fire with malice. Nobody gets a job anywhere
if I get nasty about it. You wouldn't want me to do that, would
you?"
His hand stroked the smooth flesh of her butt. Fingers
probed under the thin band of her g-string and sought the humid
crease of her ass. His finger aroused her more than she cared to
admit. She was horny from the practice session, with its sexy
movements and blatant cheers. But with him? No!
"Leave me alone!"
"Suck my cock or you'll be out on the street in five
minutes!" he snapped.
The words took her completely by storm. The emotions
rampaging inside her almost drowned her. She didn't have the
slightest idea what she should do. She didn't like the man--not
in the least--but he was her boss. And he could fire her. She
wanted the job more than she had wanted anything in the entire
world. To lose it now would be terrible!
But sucking his cock might be even worse. It would invite
him to take future liberties with her.
Her horniness finally won out-that and the desire to
continue. She would be discovered, and then she could leave this
lousy place. She'd show Mr. Bradford then!
"On your knees," he ordered, seeing the look of submission
enter her eyes. He shoved her down until her face was even with
his crotch. The huge bulge there told of his hard-on struggling
to get free. She reached out and took hold of the zipper, her
hands shaking slightly.
"Suck, dammit, suck! Now!" He reached down and grabbed a
handful of hair. He pulled her face toward his crotch.
"NO!" she flared. "Not like this. I'm not some sort of
animal to be used whenever you feel like it! Fire me and be
damned!"
"You're going to suck my cock," he said, his voice level and
low and more menacing than if he had shouted at her.
She glanced around, hoping to find some ally to come to her
aid. Sherry, perhaps, or one of the other cheerleaders. They had
all seemed like decent enough girls. But even the football team
had gone into the showers. She and Bradford were alone in the
stadium.
He dragged her out to the middle of the field. Her fright
growing, she wondered if he would rape her. He seemed to be
capable of anything. If he wanted, he could do anything at all to
her and no one would see it. Nothing is quite as lonely as a
stadium after a game.
"Suck my cock, dammit, cunt!"
He stood, legs spread wide. His hand kept a firm grip in the
back of her hair. He pulled her head toward his groin again,
making obscene thrusting motions with his hips.
She gulped hard and quickly pulled down his zipper. His cock
leaped out, as eager as a racehorse at the starting gate. She
tried to back off but his hand wouldn't let her. She had no
choice but to try and get his rocks off as fast as she could.
Maybe then he would leave her alone.
"You're a seductively beautiful bitch," he said, his voice
the same deadly monotone. "I think I'm going to enjoy the feel of
those soft lips sucking my sock. So do it!"
He pulled her lips to the tip of his prick. Hesitantly, she
opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to lightly touch the tip
of his glans. The bell-shaped knob quivered with virile lust.
The man was well hung and shouldn't have to resort to such
brutality to get a chick to suck him off. In other circumstances,
Debbie thought she might have enjoyed this.
But not now. Not with the threat of losing her job--and
maybe worse--hanging over her like a wicked sword.
She took the end of his cock into her mouth and tried to keep
from gagging on it. She sucked, slowly at first, then with
mounting pressure until her cheeks went hollow under the effort.
The man sighed and his hips continued to make their jabbing
motions. His prick slid in and out of her lips, making her feel
that she was being used.
He jerked harder at the knot of her hair and smashed his
prick all the way into her mouth. She felt the rubbery tip of his
glans glance off the top of her mouth before plunging down her
throat.
This time she did choke. She wasn't ready for this.
Besides, she was no Linda Lovelace, capable of taking any
man's prick, no matter what the size. This guy's cock was too
huge for the blonde girl. She began to struggle to get away, but
the strong hand on the back of her head held her firmly to his
crotch.
She clawed and grabbed at the back of the man, her fingers
grinding into his fleshy ass. He laughed at her.
"What's wrong, bitch? Can't handle a real man's cock? I bet
you're used to playing around with all those high school kids.
They've all got four-inch peckers. Not a real eight-incher like
mine!"
She couldn't deny the length or thickness of his prick, but
she wasn't able to breathe. She was dying with that cock down her
throat. When a black veil of unconsciousness began to draw across
her eyes, he jerked his hips back. Air flooded into her tortured
lungs, making her tits rise and fall heavily.
Glancing up, she saw the man taking in every single bounce
and jiggle of her boobs. He had done it for just that reason.
She had actually been hot for cock when this started, but now only
hatred burned inside her.
She vowed to make this man regret having fucked around with
her. She sucked on his prick as hard as she could. Her tongue
flashed out and licked the sensitive underside of his cock. The
rough, pink organ darted around, touching all the right places.
She was teasing his prick with her tongue and lips and teeth until
he would have to come.
"Yeah, baby, that's more like it. You're learning. Hell,
I'm a good teacher. Give a cunt a good prick to work with and she
can do anything, right?"
His words angered her. She sucked harder, pulling more of
his turgid length into her mouth. His cock bucked ant danced
lustfully against her tongue. She found her lips pressing into
the hairy little sac containing his balls. On impulse, she let
her tongue flick out and lightly brush his scrotum. The hairy sac
convulsed. She thought he would come then and there. He groaned
and pulled her face closer to his balls. The girl began teasing
them with her tongue. She could feel the lead-heavy jism inside
coming to a boil. His heavy nuts lurched and tumbled under her
tongue lashing. The more she worked on his balls, the sooner the
entire sordid cock sucking would come to an end.
"Go, baby, go! That's the way a woman should work on a man's
cock. Do it right, damn you, do it good!"
He shoved his hips forward. She took his balls into her
mouth, soft lips caressing the wrinkled flesh. Gnawing gently,
she knew she had supreme power over him. One strong snap of her
jaws and she would castrate him. The power went away abruptly
when he kicked her in the stomach. It wasn't much of a kick-more
of a shove-but it sent her tumbling backwards onto her ass.
"What?" she started. Looking up, she saw his towering figure
looming above her. Suddenly afraid, she tried to get away. He
grabbed her and threw her to the ground at his feet.
"Suck my cock, bitch! And do it right. Any more thought
about biting me and I'll kill you."
She didn't know how he had read her mind. Maybe the feel of
her teeth closing on his balls had done it. She didn't know. All
she knew was fear; he was capable of anything.
The blonde girl began to suck for all she was worth. The
feel of his cock pressing hot and hard against her lips should
have thrilled her. The horniness from the practice session should
have been eating at her cunt and making her get him stiff enough
to fuck her needy cunt. Nothing of the sort happened. Lust was
replaced by horror. She could hardly believe, this was happening
to her.
She just wanted the job of cheerleader. Now she was in the
center of a deserted stadium sucking off the manager of the team.
She sobbed quietly, but she kept her lips clamped firmly mound the
end of his cock.
When he began face-fucking her, she almost passed out. This
was too far beyond her control. He was the dominant one; he was
the one in control of the situation. He could make her do
anything he wanted. And he did.
She was forced to suck his cock. There was no enjoyment in
he act for the blonde girl. She was his captive. Humiliated,
forced to perform in the middle of the empty stadium, she sucked
and licked and tongued his cock. As his face-fucking tempo
mounted, she felt the friction of his cock against her lips.
Normally this turned her on in a big way, but not now. She felt
dirty, used, abused. She wanted to die.
She sucked harder, hoping the added suction would get him off
in a hurry. She could end it then. The girl tasted the heavy
male musk of his aroused, hard-fucking cock and knew it wouldn't
be long. The pulsating prick jerked with new life, and then she
tasted a bitter drop of pre-come. The fiery tide of his jism
couldn't be far behind.
That, at least, would be good. She loved the salty, tangy
taste of come. But the man seemed to read her mind again. He
knew the blonde girl would enjoy this. Just as his prick bucked
and danced with the fountain of creamy come, he shoved her flat
onto the ground.
He came in her face. His spewing prick blasted white hot
come into her lustrous hair. Then, when his prick went limp, he
bent down and rubbed her hair into the dirt.
Without another word he stood and walked off, leaving her
alone and desolate and crying.
Chapter 3
Debbie had to get herself together.
She tried to brush out some of the dirt from her hair, but
failed. Crying bitterly, she made her way to the locker room.
Never had she felt so used, so humiliated. The only consolation
was the fact that Bradford hadn't done all this to her in full
sight of the team. She didn't know if she could bear the thought
of anyone witnessing such utter degradation.
Forced to suck off the general manager! She shivered in
reaction to the thought. She wanted this job-she wanted this job
BAD-but not if she had to put up with shit like this. There were
limits. She could get her big break in other places.
She wiped some of the tears from her cheeks and then stopped.
What did it matter if they stained her face or not? She would
leave the big salty tracks behind. She would wear them as a
badge, a symbol of her degradation.
She opened her locker and saw her clothing inside. For a
moment, she flashed on the prospect of everything being okay after
all. The locker room was quiet, even serene. It seemed something
out of a nightmare, what had occurred to her out on the playing
field.
"Hey, kid," said Sherry, coming in from the shower, "what's
wrong? You look a mess."
Debbie made a motion to cover up the drying white jizz in her
hair. The dust and grass still matted it firmly to her head so
that she didn't have much to worry about in that respect. The
other girl would be hard-pressed to identify the come.
But Sherry did, anyway. She sucked in her breath. Debbie
noticed the way the other girl's tits heaved and jiggled. Seeing
her naked made her seem more vulnerable, as vulnerable as she
herself had been before the lustful desires of Mr. Bradford.
"So that cocksucker got to you, huh?" said Sherry, continuing
to towel herself. She shook her head, strands of her lustrous
black hair flying in all directions. "Don't say I didn't warn
you. He's bad news."
"I'm going to quit. I don't have to do disgusting things
like that!"
"Disgusting? Like what?"
"He made me s-s-suck him off!"
"So what's so bad about that? You're no virgin. Hell, kid,
I can tell just looking at new girls if they are or not. You
carry yourself around like a chick who knows the score. Don't let
it get you. The money's not so good on this so-called job, but
the fringe benefits are great."
"Like what?" asked Debbie, bitter.
"Like probably why you wanted the job in the first place.
The Condors may not be the top team in the league but they play
the top teams. That puts us on national television a few times
each year. You're thinking that somebody out there is going to
see you cheering your little heart out, maybe ogle your bod a bit,
and then offer you big bucks."
"So?"
"So it might happen. It's happened a couple of times to
others. One of the other cheerleaders went into commercials.
She's making a pile of coin a year now. Good money. Another went
into the Grade B movies. Not as much prestige but a hell of a lot
of exposure and money and the chance to move into the big time."
"I want that, sure," said Debbie, leaning against her locker
door. "But I won't put up with Bradford doing all those vile
things to me. He seemed to expect to be able to command me and
have me jump through a hoop."
"He expects it from all of us. But he'll tire of you just
like he did of me."
"You?" Debbie was shocked. She thought Sherry was strong
enough to fend off any such advances. She was obviously wrong.
"Sure. I had to put out to get a job. He just waited a
little longer to get his 'finder's fee' with you. Just be lucky
he didn't want more. Like I said, as soon as somebody prettier
comes along, he'll forget all about you. He's scum, but don't let
him get to you." Sherry finished drying her slender legs, gave a
quick run of the towel over her snatch and shivered mildly.
"Ummm, that feels good. I think I'll go find Ben and see if he's
interested in stuffing something a bit bigger up my crotch."
"So you think I should just avoid Bradford?" asked Debbie,
not sure what to say.
"Sure. And then find yourself someone on the team to ball.
Like Ben--but I'll rip your throat out if you make a play for him.
But yeah, find some guy on the team who's big and strong and ugly
if anybody messes around with his chick. Bradford's not stupid.
He'll leave you alone then."
"But we're not supposed to fool around with any of the team."
"Sure," said Sherry, smiling, "and now you know why--Bradford
doesn't like the competition." With that, the slender cheerleader
stepped into her jeans, wiggled her ass firmly into them and then
turned and left without another word.
Debbie watched her go, wanting to stop her, to talk more.
She didn't want to be left alone in this grim, gray concrete
place. It suddenly seemed ominous to her. She glanced around and
tried to shrug off her mood. She was getting paranoid after what
had happened with Bradford.
The blonde girl stripped off the tiny costume and hung it up
in her locker, then took a towel and went into the showers. She
turned on the water as hot and hard as she could stand. The
soothing blast took the strain from her muscles and rinsed the
come and dirt from her hair. In a few minutes, she felt almost
human again.
She ran the towel over her body and luxuriated in the
softness of the towel against her skin. She sighed in relief and
took special care drying off her tits. She cupped her mounds of
titflesh and carefully stroke them from their broad base all the
way to their cresting nipples. She shuddered with real desire as
her towel raced over her now aroused nipples.
The tiny mounds of erectile flesh quivered with desire. The
hot water and its rush over her tensed flesh had done the trick.
She tweaked one nipple and then the other, feeling the lightning
surges all the way down into her chest. The girl stood there for
only a moment before the self-fondling began to work on other
parts of her body.
Her pussy started to froth and flow. She rubbed the fleecy
towel across her damp pussy mound, running the towel back and
forth rapidly to build up some friction. The friction made her
cunt lips tighten up, in anticipation of a hard fucking cock. She
hated herself for doing this. It made her all tense again, and
she wanted to avoid that.
Deep down the girl knew she wanted a good, long, hard cock
fucking her. She had to enjoy a fuck fest in order to get the bad
vibes out of her system. The idea of sucking cock-any cock-at
that moment appalled her. She just wanted to lie back, lift her
legs and let sweet surge of prick carry her away from the grimness
of the world.
"God, kid, you look great! How about it?" came the mocking
voice. She opened her eyes and saw Bradford standing in the
doorway of the shower. He was eyeing her in obvious appreciation.
She tried to cover her tits with the towel. The blonde girl
realized that this wouldn't do; it left her pussy exposed. But as
she moved the now-skimpy towel to cover her snatch, her tits
bobbled around, the ruddy nipples creating figure eight patterns
in the air in front of her chest. She knew she couldn't turn
around; her bare ass would show then.
"Get out of here!" she screamed. The hollow echo mocked her.
She wanted to run but there was no place she could go. Bradford
blocked the only exit.
"Hell, baby, a chick as hot and horny as you are deserves
some tender loving care. I'm willing to give it to you. I'm
willing to give it all to you. You should be thanking me."
He reached down and lowered his zipper, exposing his
throbbing hard-on. The man's prick bucked and danced with lust.
Lust for her. She stared at the purple-knobbed cock with
fascination. It was as if she had been hypnotized. In a flash,
she knew how a bird is mesmerized by a snake-it had to be exactly
like this.
Bradford moved across the slippery tile floor and jerked away
her towel to leave her bare ass naked.
"Yeah, that's the way I like 'em," he said. "The water makes
your skin gleam. You might put on some oil so that when we fuck
I'll sort of slip across you." He reached out and grabbed one of
her boobs. The pressure of his fingers made her wince with pain.
Jerking away, she cried, "Leave me alone! You got what you
wanted out on the field. I won't suck you off again!"
"And I don't want you to. I want to feel that tight little
pussy of yours clutching my cock. Feels good having a tight
sheath of female flesh all around me. Damned fine feeling!"
She backed up until she was in a corner. The blonde teenager
knew then that this man was capable of doing anything. He could
rape her and then deny it! Besides, from what Sherry had told
her, the man probably considered fucking her as part of his due.
He had already fucked every single member of the football team's
cheerleading squad.
She twisted as he reached for her. The girl managed to slip
past him, the water on her soft skin lubricating her enough to
slide through his fingers. The man staggered, unsure of his
footing on the tiles. This was all the opening Debbie had. She
bolted and ran for the locker room.
The room was still deserted. She wasn't sure what she had
thought she might find. Help, certainly, but barring that, some
slim chance of escaping what she knew would be her fate.
Bradford wasn't slow in following her. He was already
pounding hard and fast on her trail. The girl tried to grab her
clothes from her locker, but the man managed to slam the door
shut. She barely avoided getting her fingers caught by the door.
"Don't," he said menacingly. "I like you naked. That way,
you won't go running outside for help."
She sprinted for the end of the lockers. Not sure what to do
then, she feinted to the right and ran left. The man was there
waiting for her with open arms. He circled her wet body and
lifted her high. No matter how she kicked and fought, she
couldn't escape him this time.
"Bitch," he panted, "I ought to whale the tar out of you for
this. But I figure only a little punishment will suffice. This
is your first offense, after all."
She started to protest, to scream, but then stopped.
Something told her that any more fight on her part would make
things bad--so very bad--for her. She went limp and tried to
snake through his arms. It was as if he had read her mind. He
was ready for her.
He landed on top of her. A dull whoosh knocked all the wind
from her lungs. She gasped for air, each breath coming hard. All
she could hear was the man laughing and saying, "You've been bad.
Gotta punish you. God, do I have to punish that sweet white ass
of yours"'
She felt the man moving her around. Something hard clinked
at her left wrist as he pulled her arm out straight. The same
thing happened with her right arm. She tried to free herself, all
the while gasping air into her tortured lungs. She found herself
chained firmly to two of the benches in the locker room. As she
struggled, she discovered that Bradford had chained her legs, too.
This put her face down, supported by the chains, between two
benches. Her pussy was widely exposed in the vee of her legs.
Now, no amount of struggle would cover up her snatch.
"Trying to disobey your superior, eh?" he said.
She screamed as a leather strap landed firmly on her ass.
The pain rocketed all the way up her spine and shocked her into
awareness. She could feel an ugly red welt slowly rising on her
once smooth ass flesh. The man didn't seem content with a single
stroke. Another followed, and another and another until she was
lost in a terrible world of searing red pain.
He laughed as he whipped her with the broad leather strap.
When he stopped, the cessation was almost as bad as the whipping
itself. Then he dropped to his knees in the vee of her legs and
placed his hand flat on her curvy ass.
"Hmmm, just about the right temperature, don't ya think?"
"Don't spank me any more," she whimpered. "I'll do anything
you want. Just don't hit me with that strap again."
"Of course you'll do whatever I want you to.
You have no choice-now. No, I think I'll whip you a few more
times-to make certain you remember this lesson."
He stood, and this time the whistling leather strap landed
across her turgid cunt lips. She screamed in real pain. All else
had been a warm-up for this. He whipped her tender pussy lips
until she was positive they were bruised and would never heal.
The girl began to hate herself. She felt her pussy getting
damp. She hated this; she hated the pain. She didn't want the
man whipping her, and still she was becoming excited. Her frothy
cunt juice boiled out of her. There was no explaining this
reaction. The man whipping her didn't seem the least bit
surprised.
He ran his fingers up and down the length of her sex gash, as
if sampling the quality of her fuck juice. Satisfied, he puffed
the rough side of the leather strap tightly against her snatch and
began to drag it back and forth. This was about what she had been
doing to herself with the towel back in the shower.
The difference now was that the man was doing it, and he was
pulling as hard as he could. The friction made her cunt lips
burn. That heat bubbled up into her belly and threatened to drive
her out of her mind. She couldn't tell if what she felt was true
sexual desire or some bastard feeling he was coaxing from her.
"There," he finally said. "The leather strap's good and wet
with your love juice. See?" He thrust the cunt-juice soaked strap
under her nose. "SEE?"
She could only nod numbly. She didn't trust herself to
speak. Not now, not after the ass spanking--and this.
"Bitch!" he suddenly cried. "I'm really going to punish you
now!"
She opened her mouth to argue, to plead, to grovel. He slid
the leather strap, soggy with her cunt oil, between her lips. A
quick jerk fastened it securely between her teeth, an effective
gag.
"Now, you will receive the true punishment. Or is it really
punishment?" he asked himself. "This is a gift many women would
gladly slit their wrists to get. I'm going to fuck you. I am
going to give you my precious pecker! All the way up that shitty
asshole of yours!"
She tried to scream, but the leather strap between her teeth
prevented it. She didn't want his prick all the way up her ass.
She didn't!
But she was powerless to stop him. The more she struggled,
the tighter it seemed that the chains on her wrists became. She
thrashed about, trying to turn one of the benches over. It wasn't
possible; she didn't have the leverage to do it.
The terrified girl felt the man pressing his cock against her
liquid gash. How she hated herself for responding like this! She
willed her pussy to stop flowing. It didn't help. If anything,
she felt even more of the boiling hot fuck oil building up inside
her, ready to rush out at an instant's notice.
"God, you're a hot one! I can feel the heat boiling out from
inside you. Fucking your ass is going to be instructive."
He stroked back and forth, his cock cradled by her bruised
and trembling pussy lips. She shuddered and felt hot, salty tears
running down her cheeks. She wanted to die. But death wasn't
possible for her, either. Not the way he had her chained down.
He tired of feeling her injured cunt lips on either side of
his cock. He suddenly rammed his prick all the way into her cunt.
The blonde teenager passed out from the shock. He surged balls-
deep into her cunt. The twisted position she was chained in made
her think his cock was breaking off inside her cunt.
He stroked until she fully regained consciousness. She
sighed softly, hating the taste of the leather in her mouth, but
beginning to turn on to the feel of a cock in her pussy. After
all, this was what she had been daydreaming about when he
surprised her in the shower. It wasn't quite the way she would
have wanted to get his prick, but it did thrill her, now that he
was fucking her.
He seemed to sense her enjoyment. With a lewd squishing
noise, he pulled out.
She felt hollow inside, needy, wanting. And then she felt
the tip of his long, hard cock press into the puckered knot of her
asshole. She sensed it and tried to keep him from fucking into
her precious, tightly guarded passage.
"Ah, the little bitch doesn't want to feel my cock, does she?
That will change. I'm going to have you if I have to rip you
apart all the way to the chin!"
He shoved harder. She grunted, biting down on the leather
strap in her teeth. She couldn't escape the man's probing cock.
No matter how she twisted or turned, she remained directly beneath
his prick. The chains on her wrists cut into her soft flesh
cruelly. She could even feel tiny streams of blood beginning to
flow.
Worst of all was her ass. The man's hairy body rocked to and
fro across her tortured butt. The whipping had raised red welts
that throbbed and hurt like hell. She couldn't avoid him, no
matter how hard she struggled.
"You like it, don't you, you dumb cunt?" He thrust forward
even harder, the head of his cock forcing apart the tight muscle
of her anus.
The blonde teenager thought she would die then and there.
Never had such pain blazed through her loins. She tried to get a
firmer grip on her rampaging emotions. She, knew that if she
could only relax, the pain in her butt wouldn't be as great. But
knowing what she had to do and doing it were two different things.
"God, you're tight up the ass! This is more than I bargained
for. Fucking your ass is going to be a treat!"
He shoved harder. She felt another inch of his virile,
throbbing alive prick enter her asshole. The quivering muscle was
at the breaking point. When her anus finally relaxed, he drove
balls deep into her butt.
She shouted and cried around the thick plug of cunt-juice
soaked leather strap in her mouth. This couldn't be happening to
her. It couldn't! Yet she could feel every single contour on the
man's buried prick as if he had dipped himself in acid before
fucking her asshole.
"Shit," he moaned, "you're so goddamn tight I don't know how
long I can stand it. And hot! Baby, I never felt an ass hotter
than yours. Just don't you start to fart or I'll really have to
fuck the hell out of your butt!"
She made tiny animal noises deep in her throat. It didn't
seem to help. She was becoming more and more aware of the pain
throughout her body. The way he had whipped her ass had raised
welts. And every motion of his body across her tortured butt
caused a lance of searing pain to stab into her guts. The pulling
and twisting feeling in her shoulders and hips came from being
chained to the benches. No amount of struggle would help relieve
that. If anything, the pain would only mount.
She swung slightly as he drove his prick in and out of her
butt. She felt the man's cock ripping tender tissue. He filled
her guts with his flaming prick until she was just about on the
verge of passing out. The only bright point she could think of
was that he had greased his cock in her pussy before beginning to
bugger her. That saved some of her delicate flesh from injury.
Some. But not much. Not enough.
He fucked faster. The heat threatened to melt her down
inside. The huge head of his cock spread until it threatened to
rip her rectum apart. His throbbing cock pulsed and jerked harder
inside the tight sheath of her asshole.
He grunted and said, "Just like a goddamn guillotine. Feels
like a hangman's noose around my cock. God, I love this!"
He fucked even faster. The heat charred her guts. The
twisted-up and torn-apart sensations mounted until she was hardly
able to stand it. Her shoulders ached and her butt hurt and his
cock drove ever deeper into her, sodomizing her, butt fucking with
more and more power.
She may have passed out; she didn't know. The only
recollection she had was the sudden hot surge of his come as it
blasted into her convulsing shit chute.
He fucked and fucked and fucked until she was limp. And then
his fountaining cock died amid a flow of his come.
"There. That was your first installment. You're going to be
a good girl from now on, aren't you? If you're not, you know what
to expect."
He turned and walked off. For a horrifying instant. Debbie
was afraid he was going to leave her just like that, chained and
helpless. She had visions of men coming in and abusing her while
she was at their mercy. She was paranoid but she couldn't help
it, not after all that had happened to her so far.
But Bradford came back and released her from the chains.
"Don't want to leave any marks," he told her calmly.
She fell face first onto the floor. The benches scooted away
from her clutches and she was vaguely aware of her tits Pressing
into cold, hard concrete. She wanted to laugh hysterically. The
coldness of the gray cement under her was almost a comfort. It
wasn't a leather strap swatting her tender butt or drawing roughly
across her cunt lips. But she couldn't laugh. Not after what had
happened.
She burned inside from the cornholing. Her asshole had been
pulled apart by the man's thick cock. She hated him for that, and
she hated herself even more for the stirrings of true passion deep
inside her. In spite of the torment he had brought to her, she
was still hornier than hell!
By the time Debbie had pulled herself into a sitting
position, the cold concrete under her well-fucked ass, Bradford
had left. Again, she was alone in the locker room.
Chapter 4
Debbie simply sat, naked, on the bench. She cried bitterly,
her entire body shaking with the strain of her emotions. Never
had the young girl been subjected to such abuse. Her ass hurt
worse than anything she could remember. The strap had been more
than effective in raising welts on her soft, tender flesh. The
way her asscheeks throbbed and hurt now, she wondered if the pain
would ever go away.
And that was just part of it. The cuntjuice soaked strap had
been thrust between her lips. The hinges of her jaw ached and she
didn't even know if she could speak without pain assailing her.
Every moment was sheer agony and, worse, so was the knowledge that
she had been so helpless during the abuse.
She hadn't been able to fight the man off. He was too strong
for her. He had cornered her at her most vulnerable time. Coming
out of a shower, wet and stark naked, wasn't the time she would
have expected any sort of sexual assault from him. She had been
totally at his mercy--and she had discovered that the team's
general manager had no mercy.
All Bradford had was lust. And she was the object of that
searing, soul-tearing lust.
She sobbed and rubbed her snatch where the rough leather
strap had chaffed her delicate pussy lips. The girl wasn't sure
that this was what truly bothered her. More than the physical
abuse was the knowledge that her cunt had begun to froth over with
lust when the man had begun.
She had liked it! And she wanted more. She shook and sobbed
and wanted more. The workout with the other cheerleaders had
aroused her. When she had come into the locker room she had been
as horny as she could ever remember being. The brutality Bradford
had shown her had only ignited new and different sexual fires in
her belly. Debbie hated him for doing this to her. He had taken
advantage of her. But she had silently gone along with it. She
knew she could have fought a little harder, said something a bit
differently to make him stop.
She hadn't. She had allowed him to use her like some plastic
mail-order blow-up doll. The girl knew she was no better than a
convenient receptacle for the man's cock.
"What's wrong, kid?" came Sherry's soft voice.
"Nothing," lied Debbie, trying to find her towel and pull it
around her shaking shoulders. She wanted to be alone. To tell
anyone of the utter humiliation that had been heaped upon her
would only add to her despair.
"You're lying. That son of a bitch Bradford did something do
you, didn't he? Did he use the whip on you?"
"The whip?"
A cold wind blew across the young girl's naked body then,
causing her tits to bob slightly. She felt gooseflesh springing
up, all over the whitely sloping cones of her jugs. But Debbie
wasn't positive if it came from the cold air or the knowledge of
what Bradford could have done to her.
A whip!
"Yeah, that motherfucker enjoys the S&M bit. He didn't use
it on you, I don't suppose." The raven-haired girl sounded as if
she were fishing for gossip, rather than desiring to help.
"Leave me alone."
"Nope. Not when Bradford has got to you. You need some
tender loving care right now. Let me see." Sherry pressed closer
and made Debbie roll over onto a bench and present her perky rear
for inspection. The dark-haired girl sucked in her breath.
"Damn, he beat you good! Those welts are ugly. Do they hurt very
much?"
Debbie shook her head, not knowing how she should answer. It
seemed that to be brave about this was the right way to go. To
admit that her ass smarted like someone had dripped acid all over
it wouldn't be the proper course of action to follow.
She winced as Sherry began lightly stroking her long fingers
over her reddened assflesh. Soon the pain vanished, as if by
magic. The other girl's touch soothed even as it had hurt at
first. Debbie sighed and tried to relax. This wasn't so bad, not
with Sherry stroking the tortured curves of her butt.
"Want me to kiss it and make it well?"'
Debbie tried to roll over and look at Sherry. She discovered
strong fingers gripping her waist and holding her firmly in
position. The girl couldn't evade those questing red lips as they
sank down to lightly kiss her butt. She had to admit that it was
sort of sexy.
But to have another girl kissing her ass seemed so perverted.
She had to stop this before anything heavy got going.
"No, Sherry, please, don't do that. I ... ohhh, that's so
good! But you shouldn't be doing this!"
"Nonsense. If it feels good, do it. Besides, that lousy Ben
already left. Seeing you here all naked and wanton turns me on.
Let's just keep going for a while and see what develops."
For a few seconds, the impact of the dark-haired girl's words
didn't hit Debbie. But the softness of the lips brushing her
anguished ass did. The subtle moves that can be given only by a
tongue came to her, creeping down into the humid canyon between
her meaty slabs of asscheek. The other girl was trying to drive
her tongue into her ass! The very same ass that Bradford had just
fucked!
"NO! Don't Sherry. Not there. Not up my ass. Oh, sweet
Jesus, that terrible Mr. Bradford fucked me up the ass. You
can't!"
Sherry did.
Her tongue drove down into the dank depths of Debbie's ass,
seeking out her well-fucked asshole. Slithering tongue impacted
against tormented anus and surged past it. The blonde girl could
only endure a flash of pain as that tongue shot all the way up
into her bowels.
"God, Sherry! No, don't tongue fuck my ass! Please, don't
do it to me! He already raped me up the ass! He had me chained
and he raped my bottom. Don't do this to me!"
But her pleas went unheeded. And the girl had to admit--
secretly--that she wasn't in pain. Just the reverse, she was
enjoying this. The pain of a huge prick fucking her butt was
gone. The wet strokes given her ass by the other girl's tongue
turned her on in a big way. She soon forgot all about her agony.
Pleasure surged through her body.
"You like it, don't you?" demanded Sherry. "Tell me how much
you like it, you sexy bitch. Tell me!"
"I do! I love it more than I can say!"
Debbie writhed around on her belly, almost flopping off the
bench and onto the floor. Fingers gripping the edges of the hard
wooden bench, she began thrusting her ass back into the girl's
eager mouth. She wanted more of that tongue! She was getting
greedy. She wanted it all the way up her ass!
"Damn, you're more than I can handle!" said Sherry, her
tongue working along the perineum and heading for the other girl's
pussy. "I'm feeling the strain. My tongue feels like it's coming
out by the roots. I'm going to see if this isn't better for both
of us."
Debbie came as Sherry's tongue blasted into her cunt. She
felt the roughness of the other girl's tongue as it parted her
inner cunt lips and shot all the way up into her trembling depths.
The way that pink oral organ stroked her juicy cunt walls drove
Debbie insane with lust. She came again. She felt a flood of
come juice boil out of her guts and spatter all over the sucking
lips fastened to her pussy. She trembled like a leaf in a high
wind as the orgasm ripped through her.
"There," said Sherry, licking her lips clean of the salty,
tangy love juice. "That's more like it. I love the taste of
another woman's pussy. It drives me wild! And it makes me horny,
too. Can you do anything about that?"
The lithe, dark-haired girl stood up and stripped off her
skin-tight jeans. Debbie could only watch in a dazed stupor. A
sex-fog from her come still misted her brain. But she realized
what was being offered and what she was expected to do in return.
The teenager had never made it with another woman. The idea
had seemed perverted, dirty, something that wasn't to even be
mentioned in polite company. But Sherry had shown her what a
woman's mouth could do when applied to a pussy. It was thrilling
beyond words. Her insides still hummed a joyous tune from the
tremendous climax she had been given.
Could she possibly turn down the other girl when she needed
in return what she had already freely given to Debbie?
She couldn't!
Debbie clumsily rolled over onto her back, the wood pressing
painfully into her tortured butt. She lifted her legs and kept
them spread wide so that her cornsilk-blonde pussy was widely
exposed. If she was going to eat pussy, she wanted more of the
same in return!
"Come on," she said in a shaky voice. "This is all new to
me, but I want to try it. I really do!"
"Good girl," said Sherry, straddling her face.
Debbie looked up into the curly strands of pussy fur covering
the other girl's snatch. She felt her mouth go dry from the
sudden shock of realizing what was going to happen. She couldn't
do this! She couldn't. It was dirty. It was ... lesbian!
And then the pussy mound was firmly crushed into her mouth.
She tried to cry out in protest, but discovered a little hip
wiggling that pushed pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips down into
her mouth. Her lips moved against those quivering sex lips and
her tongue could go only one place.
Into the tight sheath of Sherry's steamy cunt.
Debbie's mouth remained dry but the promise of moisture
trickling from the other pussy spurred her on. Hesitantly, she
thrust out her tongue. She felt the powerful walls of the other
girl's pussy clamp down around it. She gasped and began flicking
her tongue in and out as fast as she could. This feathery,
teasing movement drove Sherry berserk with desire.
"God, tongue-fuck my cunt! It's too much! I need it now!
Tongue-fuck me hard! Harder! Harder, damn you, harder! Ohhh,
yeah, ohhhhhh!"
Debbie felt thighs pressing into the sides of her head. They
hardened as the first hint of orgasm passed through Sherry's body.
She tongue-fucked harder to give the girl what she apparently
wanted. Debbie was rewarded by a flood of cunt oil.
She tried to avoid getting the juice into her mouth. It
seemed perverted to suck and lick up that fuck juice. But she
wasn't in any position to avoid getting it all over her tongue.
Surprised at the pungent taste, she found herself wanting more.
Soon, her tongue flew in and out of the velvet-hung cunt in a wild
attempt to get as much of the love juice into her mouth as
possible.
"Yes," hissed Sherry, "yessss! That's what I neeeeed!"
Debbie felt the other girl going wild with desire. Something
moved deep inside her own cunt. She realized it was Sherry's
tongue working feverishly to ream her out. The girl groaned and
sucked harder on the pussy lips pressing into her mouth. Nothing
seemed more important to her in that instant. She knew that if
she gave all the mouth-love she could, she would be getting it all
back.
Her tongue raced in and out of Sherry's pussy. She felt the
violent contractions of the cunt walls around her slender tongue.
The other woman was coming. She was climaxing hard!
Firm thighs crushed down on either side of Debbie's head.
She was stricken blind and deaf. But it didn't matter to her.
She still retained the power of feeling. And feel she did!
Her tongue stroked the quivering flesh of Sherry's cunt lips.
Those turgid flaps of flesh guarding the inner recesses of her
tight pussy pulsed with life. The throbbing of the girl's distant
heart came through like the beating of a drum.
Debbie ran her tongue up and down the juicy sex gash. She
kept the lips firmly parted with her darting tongue, continually
surprising herself at this perverted lovemaking. She wanted more!
She couldn't get enough of another woman's cunt!
"Yessss," Sherry groaned aloud. "I love it. Give me more of
that mouth!"
"Give me more of yours!" cried Debbie. She couldn't get
enough of another woman's cunt!
"Yesssss," Sherry groaned aloud. "I love it. Give me more
of that mouth!"
"Give me more of yours!" cried Debbie. She had forgotten the
beating she had received from Bradford. All that counted now was
the delightful sensation of a quick, delicious tongue surging in
and out of her cunt. And she kept her own moving up and down the
fluid gash of Sherry's pussy lips.
When she got to the tiny spire of clit poking up meekly,
Debbie couldn't resist the temptation to suck it into her mouth.
She pursed her lips and inhaled. Sherry went berserk with desire.
Her legs clamped again around the younger girl's blonde head as
they tumbled to the floor.
The cold concrete assaulted Debbie's spanked ass, but it
didn't matter. She was too lost in the wildness of her own
rampaging sensations. The girl couldn't control her own body.
Sherry's tongue had triggered her deepest hidden desires and
released them to flood forth.
Gasping for breath like a fish out of water, Debbie simply
sprawled on her back. The concrete under her was nothing compared
to the delights of the tongue reaming out her pussy. She had long
since forgotten about the other girl's cunt. Robbed of all
strength, she could do nothing but lie back and take the tongue-
fucking being given her.
"This is filthy," she groaned. "Shouldn't do this ... it ...
it's too nice! Nothing this good can be moral."
"Screw morals," snarled Sherry. "Just keep those trim legs
of yours spread and I'll teach you filthy!"
Her tongue speared deep into the blonde girl's pussy, raking
across aroused cunt lips and plunging all the way to her cervix.
The girl felt the warmth puddling in her belly. She tried to hold
her down her coming orgasm. She wanted to savor the sweet
sensations in her tender body and hoard them like a miser hides
gold. She wanted to wait, and then release it all in one huge
flood that would totally overwhelm her senses.
She wanted all that. And she got it.
Her thighs were quivering with lust and slowly drifting
farther and farther apart as the other girl's tongue continued to
swirl inside her pussy. Debbie's breathing became harsher. She
felt her boobs dancing around on her chest like blobs of jello.
Every breath she took was liquid fire. Her throat was covered
with sandpaper. And then she exploded.
"Aieeee!"
It wouldn't die. The more she struggled, the more she tried
to hump up and get that tongue buried even farther into her needy
cunt, the stronger the sensations became. She erupted like a
volcano, the lava of her frothy fuck sauce blasting from her
pussy. She felt hungry lips eagerly sucking it all up. She
couldn't hold back a single thing now. Her body flushed with
excited blood and her head split apart, utterly blown from the
intensity of her come.
She slowly drifted back down to reality. Sherry's tongue
still licked, up and down her feverish sex slot, but the intensity
was gone. The feel of tongue against cunt lips was nice--but only
that. The explosive quality had been drained from her.
"Okay, okay, Sherry. Enough," she said, drowsy now. "That
was super! It really was. Just the thing I needed."
Sherry flipped over and sat on the bench, looking down at the
blonde cheerleader. When she smiled, the dim lighting in the
locker room reflected brilliant silver from her lips. She had
gotten all of Debbie's cunt oil on her mouth. Realizing this, she
slowly licked it off. The silver vanished under the pink tip of
her darting tongue.
"You're good, kid. You have potential. Hell, you can be
great with a bit more practice."
The meaning was obvious. A cold lump began to form in
Debbie's belly. She knew what the other girl meant: she wanted
more of this woman-to-woman action. Debbie was too confused at
that instant to give her an answer.
Things had moved too swiftly for her. The job and the forced
blowjob and then the bout with Bradford in which he had chained
her and spanked her butt and then fucked her up the ass. Now this
lesbian love-making with a girl she counted as a friend.
It had all come too fast for Debbie. She could only shake
her head sadly.
Chapter 5
Debbie cheered her young heart out for the team. She leaped
and did aerial splits and screamed encouragements until she was
hoarse. And still the team was losing.
She had come onto the field feeling self-conscious with the
skimpy costume on. As she cheered as the game wore on, she had
forgotten all about the tiny g-string moving sensuously along her
snatch, all about the thin vest rubbing against her nipples and
hardening them. All that mattered was cheering the team on to a
victory.
"Go, team go!" she cried.
She landed, did a split and then rolled up to wave her fluffy
pom-poms in the air.
"Good, good," said Bradford. "You're doing a fine job. But
we need more out of you," he said, coming up behind her. She was
proud of herself. She didn't flinch away when he put his hands
around her waist. After all, they were in the middle of a
televised game. The entire scene might be broadcast coast to
coast. She didn't want to do anything that might lose her the
spotlight.
Turning around and hitting the general manager of the team
wasn't the kind of thing she wanted going out on nationwide
television.
"More?" she asked numbly. "I'm doing the best I can. All of
us are."
"Yeah, and you're here on the sidelines. We need to really
inspire those men out there. They're getting their heads bashed
in. The other team's stronger and bigger. They need an edge.
They need something to win for."
"I'll do my best," Debbie said. Her voice was almost gone
now. She swallowed hard and looked at Bradford. The man grinned
an evil grin as he turned to walk away.
"I know you will. We're going to make this field goal. Wait
and see."
She watched as the team pushed down into field goal territory. It
would be a forty yard attempt. Not impossible, but their field
goal kicker's longest had been only thirty-three yards. It would
take a hell of a pep talk to get him enthused and ready to break a
personal record.
Debbie saw Bradford talking to the man. They pointed in her
direction. She had no idea what they were saying. She guessed
that Bradford was hyping the guy up and that she was supposed to
give him a private little cheer of encouragement. She smiled a
winning smile and danced around a bit before launching herself
into the air, legs spread far apart. She thought she would pull
herself apart all the way to the chin, but she didn't. The
landing hurt her aches, but it seemed to be well received by the
kicker.
He gave her a thumb's up sign and raced onto the field. She
watched in hushed silence as the snap came, the kicker turned and
glanced in her direction for a split second, then stepped forward,
his leg swinging hard. The football missed the outstretched
finger of a blocker by inches and soared through the uprights,
forty yards away.
The team had taken a one point lead.
She joined all the others in a wild, ear-splitting scream of
encouragement. Debbie brushed a strand of damp blonde hair from
her eyes and adjusted the tiny vest. She was acutely aware that
the firm bulges of her tits threatened to spill out of the jacket
at any instant. But whoever had designed it had made sure such a
thing was only threatened; it never happened--quite.
Rubbing damp hands on her naked thighs, she self-consciously
adjusted the g-string. Getting used to being more naked than
dressed in public view was something that would take a while to be
comfortable with.
"Hey, Debbie, come over here!" shouted Bradford, standing
beside the man who had just made the field goal. Debbie thought
Bradford wanted her to personally congratulate the man. She was
willing. She didn't know much about the game of football, but she
had found herself getting surprisingly worked up over whether or
not the team won.
She trotted over, and the kicker eyed the jiggle and bounce
of her jugs with obvious approval. She felt a little embarrassed
at the way he leered, but that was his right. She knew she was an
attractive chick. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten the job in
the first place.
"Hi," she said brightly. "That was a great kick. You put us
ahead."
"I had a hell of a lot of incentive," the man said.
"Oh?"
She felt a little uneasy at that. Both the kicker and
Bradford were staring at her in a way she couldn't quite put into
words. They obviously expected more from her. But how much more?
"Yeah, you know," said the player. "Like Mr. Bradford here
said."
He obviously expected a lot more. And the girl was beginning
to get the glimmerings of what that "incentive" promised by
Bradford had been.
"And exactly what was it Mr. Bradford said?" she demanded.
"Did he promise you something he couldn't deliver?"
"No, I didn't," Bradford said hastily. "And you just go
along with him. If you don't, you can just walk right on out of
the stadium. You're no virgin. And he deserves it."
"It, Mr. Bradford? Exactly what is this 'it' you're talking
about?" She threw down her pom-poms and stood, her hands on her
flaring hips. With her legs spread just a little, she was
perfectly silhouetted against the bright fights of the stadium.
The player licked his lips and began fumbling at the front of
his pants.
The girl stood as if she were rooted to the spot. She
couldn't believe that he actually expected her to fuck in plain
view of everyone in the stadium. Yet, from the way he fumbled
around getting his cup out of the way so that his prick would
swing free told her the entire story.
He did expect her to fuck. Then! There!
What horrified Debbie most was the knowledge that Bradford
had promised her to this man if he did well. He kicked the field
goal and she was going to be his. It was that simple.
She was no longer a woman, a living, breathing woman. She
had turned into a piece of property to be used as Bradford
decided. He could award her to any of the team members whenever
he wanted. She had become no more than chattel property--a slave.
But she wasn't going to protest. She was too stricken to even
speak.
"See, Debbie, that guy is hung. He'll give you one hell of a
fine fuck. And I know what that tight little pussy of yours is
like," Bradford said, more for the player's benefit than anything
else. He had never fucked her cunt. He had only raped her up the
ass.
"Get her over here, Mr. Bradford, unless you want me to ball
her in plain view of that goddamn camera crew."
The player sat on the end of the bench. He was surrounded by
a half dozen other players, all intent on watching the progress of
the game. Debbie stood rigid and frightened, her eyes fastened
firmly to the man's cock. It jutted up and out of his padded
pants, red and ugly and impossibly long. She licked her lips and
shook her head, a cascade of bright blonde hair circling her
shoulders. She hoped this would clear her head. This had to be a
dream, a nightmare!
"Dammit, get over there. Sit on his lap and let him fuck
you. He did good and now he should be rewarded. You're supposed
to get the team worked up to the point where they win. So give
him what's his!"
Bradford's voice pushed the girl over the edge. It shocked
her back into awareness. She started to back off. She shook her
head and blurted out, "God, no! Not this! Not in public! There
are fifty thousand people watching! This is sick!"
Bradford slapped her. She felt the sharp sting of his
fingers against her cheek. Tears flowed from the corners of her
eyes. Concentrating on the pain helped her to write off the
numbness that fell over her like a soft, cottony blanket.
"No!"
He slapped her again. And this time, he moved up behind her
to prevent her from turning and running toward the locker room.
All the while the man moved into position behind her, Debbie found
herself unable to look away from the jutting hard-on sprouting
from the player's crotch.. His bell-shaped glans throbbed with
virile lust. The entire cock pulsed with excited blood, blood
pumping harder and harder into his already steely erection.
Under ordinary circumstances, Debbie might have been tempted-
-maybe. But not like this. Not in public and definitely not at
the order of the general manager. He didn't own her. He had
raped her anally and she had allowed that because of the possible
exposure she might get. Modeling jobs. Television series. Even
starring in movies. All those could be hers and she knew it. But
to put up with Bradford--and this humiliation! It wasn't worth
all the fame and fortune in the world!
But she had hesitated too long. He held her firmly in place,
she could no longer run. His fingers ran under the thin string of
her g-string, tugging at it, pulling it down. She felt the cool
air gusting across the playing field seek out the humid crease
between her legs. She hadn't realized when she was getting hot
and horny just thinking about fucking in public.
"No, I refuse," she said, straining in the circle of the
man's arms. The harder she fought, the more she realized she
couldn't escape. These men would be able to do anything they
wanted to her. She was helpless!
Bradford pushed her closer to the man seated on the end of
the bench. Others on the team turned when she began to protest.
A couple of them smiled at her predicament.
Debbie went cold all over. She realized that this wasn't the
first time this had happened. It was simply that she was the one
chosen as the carrot to be given to the faithful mule for long and
useful service. These men used sex as a reward like other
businesses used money bonuses.
"Get down on your knees and suck his prick for a while. I
think he would like that."
Bradford towered over her. She couldn't possibly elude him.
And the worst part of the entire degrading scene was the way she
felt.
She was turned on!
The girl hated herself more and more for that. She tried to
tell herself that he was forcing her to do this. He would punish
her severely if she didn't do exactly as he ordered. His command
was her only concern. She wasn't responsible for anything that
happened.
Yet she was. She could run. She could scream for help. She
could attract all sorts of attention. After all, fifty thousand
fans were in the stadium. One of those fans would surely come to
her aid if she cried rape loud enough.
But Debbie couldn't do it. She rationalized. She convinced
herself that she had no alternative. She didn't want to hurt the
team's image. This could destroy everything a lot of devoted men
had worked for all season long. To let one evil manager's whim
wreck all that was unthinkable. She felt some obligation to the
team.
She sucked.
The throbbing prick shot up between her ruby lips as his hips
came up and off the bench. He gasped as her soft lips clamped
firmly on the very tip of his cock. She licked around the hooded
edge of his glans and then traced out each and every contour. The
man could hardly keep his seat on the bench.
She felt a surge of power over him. They had forced her to
do this but who was really in charge? She was! She was the one
making him moan in stark lust for her body. She called all the
shots. And if she could make him get his rocks off fast, she
would show Bradford just what a hot chick she really was. He
couldn't possibly say anything to her if his prize stud got off
fast.
She sucked harder. Her tongue danced all over the man's
cock, lightly touching the quivering sides of the shaft and moving
downward until she came to the hairy sac containing his balls.
Her tongue batted the trapped balls inside the scrotum until the
man was crying out almost as loud as the cheerleaders still going
through their routine.
The girl felt another surge of carnal power. The g-string
rubbed up against her snatch and dipped into the crack of her ass.
The dearness, the softness, the motion of cloth against naked,
aroused flesh, made her hornier than hell.
This added to her sucking. She wanted to give him the best
head she could. The blonde cheerleader was going to show them
that she could do all they wanted and make them all feel small.
She'd show them!
And then Bradford moved in closer. She felt him grab her
hands and pull them behind her back. She abandoned her post at
the man's cock and tried to turn to face Bradford. The general
manager had her hands firmly secured with a short length of
string. The thin thread cut into her wrists and threatened to cut
off all the circulation.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "I ... I'll suck him
off, but don't do anything else to me!"
Her frightened eyes flashed across the sea of strange faces
just feet away from where they crouched. All those people
watching her humiliation! She tried to move but Bradford shoved
her roughly. She stumbled and fell into the man's lap. A hard,
round pillar of cock pressed firmly between her thighs and nudged
into the thin fabric of her g-string.
Her cunt began to water at the nearness of the man's prick.
She tried to stop it. The harder she thought about stopping her
frothy flood of juice, the worse it became. The arousal was too
intense for her to simply deny.
She hated being humiliated and degraded like this. Or did
she? Hadn't she virtually asked for this all night long? She had
played with Bradford and now he was getting even with her. He was
simply giving her to a player to fuck. That was it. So simple.
She felt the man's fingers fumbling at the thin string, and
then her cunt was naked and exposed. Trying to close her legs did
no good. The man was too powerful. After all, he was a football
player; he tossed around men weighing two hundred pounds. He may
have been only a kicker, but he was strong--too strong for her to
evade.
His cock raced along the fluid gash of her snatch. He missed
her cunt hole on his first stroke. She shuddered under the
bludgeoning impact of that thrust. She shook and tried to stand.
His hands held her firmly in place.
"Stop, please! Stop! Not in public. My hands. They're
tied. You can't do this to me. Not here, not now!"
"Do it," came the cold command from Bradford. The man stood
back a few paces and watched as his player began to seek out the
tight little hole of her cunt.
Debbie had never been more frightened in her life. This
couldn't possibly be happening to her. This couldn't happen to
anyone. Fucked in plain sight of all those people, tied and
unable to do anything about it!
She screamed as the huge prong of the man's cock blasted into
her tiny little pussy. She thought he was ripping her apart all
the way to the chin. Their position made the head of his cock
seem to hang up for a moment just inside the pinkly scalloped
ridges of her cunt lips. He shifted her around a little and then
his cock surged to the hilt up her pussy.
He began twisting her from side to side. She strained and
tried to get her hands free. The only thing that did was bruise
her flesh. The tiny thread bound her too tightly, and the man was
far too strong for her.
What was worst of all was that the feel of his prick
spreading apart her inner membranes robbed her of all strength.
If she had stood, she would have collapsed to her knees. The
feeling was rumbling throughout her body, and it was a feeling of
sexual weakness. She wanted that cock and couldn't help herself
now.
"Fuck me quick," she sobbed. "Please, ohhhhhh!"
He didn't seem to hear. His prick stayed buried balls deep
in her cunt. Her delicate insides had begun to expand to take the
hugeness of his cock. The girl's resilient cunt walls spread
until she could feel every single bump and ridge on his pecker.
The cock danced with more and more lust for her. She felt
the thick head expand until she was positive he would rip her
apart again. And then he began to bounce her up and down on his
knees, like a father might do with his little girl. She felt
herself tossed up into the air, the prick almost leaving her cunt.
She didn't know which was worse. Having that mighty cock
threatening to rip her up was bad, but the emptiness after his
prick left her pussy was even worse.
But it didn't last long, that feeling of hollow, aching need.
Her cunt gulped and filled itself with the huge plug of prick
again. She slammed down hard onto his lap. The girl almost went
out of her mind with the sensations rippling through her. She
didn't think she could be that close to coming. The nearness of
prick wasn't all that she needed for getting off. She needed a
little tenderness in her lover--and she was getting none of that
now.
Gone was the feeling of power she had experienced as she had
greedily nursed at the man's prick. Bradford had seen her
reveling in that power and had allowed her just enough
satisfaction so that when he deprived her of it, that made the
loss all the worse. He was a sadist! He enjoyed playing mind
games with her.
Anything that would torment her was fine with him. She could
barely focus her eyes, but she saw the huge bulge growing at
Bradford's crotch. He was getting off just watching her being
publicly abused. He had loved the feeling of her flesh yielding
to the tightness of the knots he put into the thread on her
wrists. And the sight of the huge prick splitting apart her
puckered cunt lips was almost more than he could bear.
She closed her eyes, hoping the world would go away. It
didn't. If anything, it made the sensations in her body all the
more potent. The up and down fucking she received jolted her
repeatedly, rattling her teeth. She felt her pussy yielding
softly again and again to that male battering ram. The man's cock
drove into her juicy twat like a branding iron fresh from the
fire. Every single inch seared her flesh.
And then came the torrential outpouring of his come. Spurt
after spurt filled her pussy in a vain attempt to put out the
fires of lust burning there.
She felt his cock begin to wilt inside her. Debbie felt
nothing inside. She was still horny, but that wasn't the powerful
driving force it once had been. These men made fucking into
something cheap and tawdry. No longer could she get her kicks
from a cock. It would take more, lots more.
Chapter 6
The player lifted her to her feet. He had to support her,
Debbie's knees refused to lock properly and hold her body erect.
With a quick yank that cut deeply into her flesh, he tore off the
string holding her hands bound behind her back.
Hot and harsh breath assaulted her ear as he said, "You're a
tight cunt. I like you. Maybe I'll go out there and boot another
couple of field goals. We'd both like that, wouldn't we?"
"Burn in hell!" she shot back. He only laughed and fondly
patted her on her curving ass. He shoved her into the arms of
Bradford and then began stuffing his limp prick back into his
padded pants.
Debbie considered trying to kick him in the balls and then
discarded the idea. The man already had the cup back into place.
What she could do to him now was less than any single one of the
defense of the other team might try. She succeeded in getting
free of Bradford's circling arms and ran for the locker room.
With any luck, she could be dressed and away from this
terrible stadium before any of the others noticed she was gone.
Debbie wanted nothing more than to leave and find some dark place
to curl up and cry.
Tears running down her face, she opened her locker and began
taking out her street clothes. She ran her hands over the fringed
vest she wore, knowing that her chance at fame and fortune was
gone. She was quitting the cheerleading squad. Hell, they
weren't anything more than a whore corps to be used by any of the
players!
She stepped out of her g-string and started to strip off the
knee-high white boots when she heard the harsh click of heels
against the concrete. Turning, the blonde teenager was startled
to see Bradford and another of the players standing and watching
her.
Never had she felt more naked. Debbie realized all she wore
was the pair of boots and a lot of naked skin. Trying to cover up
her voluptuous tits jiggling around in front of her chest was
pointless. Likewise, she couldn't cover up her fleecy white-
blonde snatch and hope to escape.
"Get the hell out of here and leave me alone!" she shrieked.
"Don't just stand there, get the fuck out of here!"
The only response she got was laughter. The football player
said, "She's everything you said she was, Mr. Bradford. I'm glad
I made that touchdown. Hell, I'd make a dozen to get a shot at a
chick as pretty as this one. Shit, just to hold those boobs of
hers is worth it!"
"Go to it, Mark. She's all yours." Bradford stood back,
crossed his arms and let a smug look creep onto his face. He was
enjoying the sight of the young girl's torment.
She couldn't forget this was the man who had spanked her butt
and then fucked her up the rear. He had chained her before
cornholing her. He had forced her to suck him off in the middle
of the stadium after practice on the very first day.
She hated him with a passion that transcended anything she
had ever felt before.
But Debbie found herself confronted with a more immediate
problem. The football player advancing on her obviously wanted to
fuck. She wanted to escape this evil place! But now she had no
chance at all. If she had been able to summon up the nerve, she
could have called attention to her rape outside. In the gray
dimness of the locker room, there wasn't a chance in hell that
anyone would hear her screams. She was at the man's mercy, unless
she could dodge and outrun him.
She feinted to the left, and then tried to go right. He was
waiting for her. She cursed her own stupidity at the move. He
was expert at reading the attacker's body language. She couldn't
hope to fake this man out. Never. What came to her aid was her
nakedness. In spite of the cold, she had begun to sweat like a
pig when she saw what might be in store for her. The slipperiness
of her naked skin allowed her to slide through his grip.
"Hot damn!" he cried. "This is fun. Keep running, chick, as
long as you can. I enjoy chasing almost as much as I enjoy
fucking!"
He tossed aside his helmet and began to unlace his pants. He
sported a monstrous boner that bobbed in front of his crotch as he
moved. He held out his arms and advanced on her in a half-crouch
that told her that escape wasn't going to be easy.
She just hoped it was possible.
"You make a right pretty sight, chick. All that naked flesh
just waiting for me. And I dig those boots you all wear. I do!
They make you even sexier, though nothing's as sexy as a bare
pussy just oozing juice for my cock."
He lunged. She managed to keep just out of his reach, but
she realized then that she couldn't do this forever. She would
slip and he would have her. And then he would rape her, just as
Bradford had done, just as the other player on the team had done.
She would be nothing more than a convenient cunt to fuck.
She wasn't a woman to any of these men; she was just a pair of
tits bouncing around, a trim waist and a flaring ass with a nice,
juicy twat hidden between firmly fleshed white thighs. That was
all--a hole to fuck!
"Get away from me!" she cried, knowing it would do no good.
The sight of the chain-link fence that separated their lockers
from the property room gave her an idea. If she could get into
the property room, she might be able to lock the gate and keep
this cock-sporting football player away.
The terrified young girl ran to the chained gate. She
rattled futilely at it, a cold feeling growing in the pit of her
stomach. She realized that there would be no escape for her. Not
now, not with the football player getting into the spirit of the
chase. To him it was nothing more than a little added fun.
To Debbie, it was a matter of life and death.
She wasn't sure she could stand the added humiliation of
being raped a second time. It had been bad out on the field. The
threat of a camera covering her degradation had frozen her solid
then. The idea that any of the fifty thousand spectators could
see that long, hard prick jutting up from the place kicker's
crotch and driving in between the puffy, pink lips of her cunt
kept her from protesting too loudly. But now things were
different.
She jerked savagely at the locked gate, knowing it wouldn't
budge and yet having to try. Through that door lay her only hope
of safety.
Tits bouncing, the ruddy tips tracing out sexy figure eights
in the air in front of her chest, she turned from the locked gate
and tried to evade the player with a quick end-run.
He was waiting for her.
The blonde teenager ran squarely into his arms. She
struggled but it did no good. He was too strong. The girl tried
to kick him, her booted feet her best weapon. He hardly noticed.
He was too heavily padded for her to injure enough to get away.
"Hey, beautiful, why struggle so much? This is going to be
fun!"
She felt his prick force its way between her tightly clenched
thighs. The idea that he could fuck her whenever he wanted robbed
her of all dignity. She was only a piece of property to this man.
She was his reward. He had done good and now he got to fuck her.
"She's all yours, Charlie," came Bradford's cold voice from
the shadows of the semi-dark locker room.
In that instant, Debbie hated him more than she had ever
hated anyone in her life. He was everything she loathed in the
world. He didn't have a single human feeling in his body. His
heart had been taken out years ago and replaced with a cash
register. If the team won, he kept his job, maybe got a pay
raise. If the team lost, he might be fired. Therefore, in his
mind, it was all right to do whatever he could to keep the players
happy.
Letting them fuck the cheerleaders was a simple enough
reward, from Bradford's point of view. From Debbie's, it was
stark terror.
"Get away from me!" she bellowed, hoping the player would get
the message. The way his prick pulsed and jerked with added
virile life, she could tell he was even more turned on by her fear
than before.
"No way, beautiful blonde lady. I'm going to fuck you. I
was promised and I'm going to have that tight little pussy of
yours. I bet you've just been waiting for a stud like me, haven't
you?"
His arms tightened around her trim body. He picked her up
and tossed her against the chain-link fence. She felt the squares
of wire cutting into her tender flesh. She moaned and tried to
escape. It wasn't possible. She was helpless in his grip,
nothing more than a trapped animal.
She groaned as he moved a little closer to her. His cock
prodded the juicy lips of her pussy. She could hardly believe
that the chase had turned her on. She felt nothing but stark,
gut-wrenching terror, yet she couldn't deny the fact that her
pussy was getting damp. She was starting to flow with oily fuck
fluid just as if she were in bed with a man she loved.
This wasn't going to be fun, it was going to be rape--and she
was as turned on by the prospect as if she were spreading her legs
willingly for the man she loved. The girl was horror-struck and
knew she wasn't supposed to be aroused. There was no denying the
feelings welled up inside her cunt, though. She was hot for this
football player's raping prick.
Confused, frightened, she didn't know what to do. The moment
she stopped struggling the man found the warm, moist place he
wanted to stuff his cock. His prick surged into her awaiting
cunt.
"AIEEEEE!"
The entire world shook around her. She felt heavy hands
pawing at her tender breasts. The titflesh flowed under those
meaty fingers like putty. He was trying to rearrange her jugs
into another shape. The harder he squeezed, the more resilient
her tits became. They bobbed under his groping hand until she was
breathless.
"Please, oh, sweet Jesus, please don't do this to me."
Her words said one thing and her body another. She felt the
heat of his cock pressing into the tiny, clutching walls of her
pussy. This was rape! She shouldn't enjoy it, but she was. She
needed cock. The leaping and cavorting around as a cheerleader
had turned her on. The feeling that the camera followed her every
sexy movement outside made her hornier than hell.
The brief fucking she had gotten from the place kicker had
been frightening to her, but it had also pushed up her needs to
the point where she couldn't control herself any longer. Now that
real cock, virile cock, pushing repeatedly into her needy cunt was
all it took to rob her of all her strength.
She went weak in the knees and collapsed down around the
spike of hard manmeat rammed to the hilt up her pussy.
"See, you like it," the player gloated. "And it gets better.
Just wait till I really get to fucking. Shit, baby, you have the
tightest cunt I ever felt around my pecker. If I didn't know
better, I'd have thought you were a cherry-carrying virgin!"
The man spoke for his own benefit. He wanted to hear those
words to get himself really turned on. The effect on Debbie was
much the same. The feel of his prick sliding easily back and
forth in her cunt thrilled her. The heavy hands mauling her soft,
fleshy tits were enough to make her breath come in tortured, sharp
gasps.
Her legs spread a little more, almost of their own volition.
She felt wanton and sullied. She was filthy, dirty, perverted. A
good girl didn't let a man rape her without struggling. But she
was helpless and she knew it full well. There wasn't any way in
hell she could hope to fight off this burly football player. His
cock was only an indication of his true size. Sure, that prick
was long and it filled her pussy to overflowing, but it was his
strong hands on her tits that really held her pinned against the
chain link fence.
He fucked with longer, more powerful strokes. She moaned
every time his prick blasted into her seething interior. Her cunt
walls clamped down hard on the male invader, trying to hold it
inside. She was turning greedy. She wanted it all and she wanted
it now.
The pain from the fucking almost pulled her attention away
from the pleasure of the cock fucking her. The girl's back was
criss-crossed with the pattern of the chain link fence. Her butt,
still not recovered from the whipping given it by Bradford,
throbbed and ached horribly. But the friction of the cock fucking
her juiced-up pussy was enough to soothe her, to warm her belly
and to excite her to the point of climax.
"No, no," she moaned, "don't do this to me."
She said those words but deep down she wanted more of his
cock. Wrapping one slender, white leg around the man's waist, she
pulled him a little deeper into her cunt. The feel of his bell-
shaped glans digging deeper and deeper into her soft yielding cunt
pushed her over the brink of orgasm.
She came.
But the man wasn't satisfied with the fucking. He obviously
wanted more. She felt him lifting her up with one impossibly
strong arm. Something rattled and she felt links of chain
circling her lift wrist. Struggling failed to free her hand.
Bradford had chained her to the fence. Twisting around, she
attempted to keep her other hand free. She failed.
She was chained spread-eagle to the fence. What was worse,
the man's prick slipped from her hungry pussy with a lewd, juicy
plop. Empty inside, abandoned and chained to the fence, she
simply hung there. Never had the girl felt more forlorn or
humbled. The blonde's feet failed to touch the cold concrete
floor by almost two inches. Her entire weight was suspended by
her arms and shoulders.
Already, they had begun to ache under the strain of her
weight.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "Why me? What
have I ever done to you?"
Bradford stood looking at his handiwork. He checked the
chains and the locks he had placed on them, insuring her
imprisonment. He smiled and said nothing. That was worse than if
he had boasted about her captivity, her helplessness. They both
knew that she was his to do with as he pleased.
"Hey, let me get back in and get to fucking, huh, Mr.
Bradford?" demanded the football jock. His cock gleamed in the
dim fight of the smelly locker room. The cunt juice drying on his
cock had turned it into a shaft of the purest silver. Visibly, as
the cunt oil evaporated, his erection turned back into a throbbing
alive, red cock.
"Let me hold one of her legs. We'll make sure you can really
fuck into the tightest possible pussy," said Bradford, casually
grabbing one of Debbie's white booted feet and pulling the leg up.
He held her so that her leg was at a right angle to her body.
She hung, suspended from the chain-fink fence, her bonds rattling
as more and more weight was applied to them. She began to feel
the full effects of the degradation.
Her pussy was obscenely exposed to the man wanting to fuck
her. Her blonde-rimmed pussy trembled with fear at the impact of
the man's cock. The way Bradford held her leg insured the
tightest possible cunt to drive into.
"Yeah, that's more like it," the player said. He grabbed
Debbie's other foot and tucked it under his arm as if it were the
football and he didn't want the other team to ever strip it from
his grip. He moved forward. The girl had to close her eyes.
This was too horrible to be happening to her.
She felt the strain mounting in her shoulders. The cold
metal link grating behind her cut mercilessly into her soft, white
flesh. The way her legs were spread kept her from struggling.
But even a token protest wasn't possible for her.
Hands and feet immobilized, she was completely at Bradford's
mercy. And the man had no mercy whatsoever. He laughed aloud as
the player moved into the widespread vee of her thighs and pushed
his cock back into her small-diametered cunt.
Debbie felt she was going to be ripped apart. The cock drove
in fast and hard. She felt the plum-tipped cock spread her pussy
lips and then explode all the way up into her guts. The friction
burned at her cunt walls. She trembled like a leaf in a high
wind. The pain rose in her body from the twisted, contorted
position, but still the man shoved his cock deeper into her belly.
"Stop it!" she begged. But it did no good. She could tell
by the look on the man's face that he wasn't going to stop fucking
her until he came. He was too far lost in the wonderland of lust
for that.
His hips pistoned in and out, sending his cock raking along
the tender walls of her cunt until she wanted to die. This wasn't
the way fucking was supposed to be. It was supposed to be tender
and passionate and slow and wonderful. This was quick and brutal
and she had never felt more abused in her young life.
The player's hands probed the most intimate portions of her
body. While her leg remained under his arm, his hand explored her
asshole. A finger traced her tiny anus and drove hard and fast
into her shit chute.
She screamed--and she got off on it. The orgasm crushing her
body was totally unexpected. The girl hated herself for being so
weak. It seemed as if any sex, no matter how she got it, was all
right with her body. The feel of the man's finger exploring her
asshole should have turned her off entirely. This was rape. This
was brutal. This was degrading.
She came again.
Everything conspired against her. The pain that should have
prevented, her sexual pleasure somehow added to it. She had
something to compare the ecstatic pleasures of a cock reaming out
her seething hot pussy to. The pain built up and actually got her
off again.
"I ... aaaieee!"
Her body quivered and she lifted her hips in a vain attempt
to jam her snatch down over the man's impaling spike of hard cock.
The way she was chained and held by the two men prevented much
motion on her part. But it did spur the man to a faster tempo.
He fucked her with long, powerful strokes that set her innards on
fire.
"More, give me more! I hate it! I hate you both! And I
want more!"
Bradford laughed harshly. She barely heard him over the
pounding of her own pulse in her head. Temples throbbing like the
beat of a drum, she knew she was far gone sexually. The man
fucking her began to diddle himself with the finger that was
stuffed all the way up her ass.
"Hey, damn, this is fucking great!" he cried. "I can feel my
cock through her guts. She sure as hell is a tight and hot bitch!
Wow!"
She cried openly now. The conflicting emotions ripping her
apart inside added to the power of her comes. The man's prick got
her off again and again. She couldn't control herself. Pain
built up in her body. The way her legs were being harshly yanked
apart compressed her cunt around the man's cock. She knew he was
going to rip her apart with that fleshy sword.
He didn't.
What he did do was fuck her until she came like a human
machine gun! Again and again she came, until she hardly realized
she was smashing herself back against the chain-link fence. Blood
ran down her back from where she cut herself on the cruel metal.
Her legs were kept too wide for her to do much else but bob up and
down in an attempt to get more cock into her greedy little pussy.
Her actions were further guided by the thick finger jammed
all the way into her asshole. The man drove his cock over the tip
of his finger, only a thin membrane separating his digit from his
hard-fucking cock. And when he came, it seared her guts as if he
had spewed acid into her captive twat.
"God, oh, God!" he cried. He arched his back and rammed
furiously into her cunt. His fountaining prick soon deflated and
he took a step back. He looked down stupidly at his melting cock.
It was drenched with his come and the girl's fuck juice. His
prick finally went to sleep, and hung limp and spent against the
front of his pants.
"Not bad," said Bradford, still hanging onto Debbie's leg.
He enjoyed giving that imprisoned leg tiny jerks. He knew that
pain would be shooting into her pussy every time he did it.
"Not bad, man? Shit, it was great! Makes me want to go out
and take on their whole fucking team!"
Debbie's tears tracked down her cheeks, leaving salty trails.
With her hands chained, she couldn't even brush the tears away.
Never had she been in such an impossible position, such a helpless
position!
Chapter 7
Bradford let the blonde teenager hang on the chain grating
for some time. She tugged futilely at the locks on her wrists.
The chains he had fastened were cutting into her flesh, causing
ugly red welts to rise around the links. She strained to get her
toes onto the concrete floor. She was barely able to succeed.
It was pure torture that lanced through her legs. She had to
stand on tiptoe. It wasn't even possible for her to get the balls
of her feet onto the floor. The strain in the calves of her legs
caused the muscles to knot and throb angrily. The blonde girl
knew that the muscle spasms would cause her boots to split apart
at the seams.
She started to cry openly. But somehow, the cheerleader in
chains managed to hold back the flood. She didn't want to give
Bradford the satisfaction of seeing her all bent out of shape.
She hated him and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about
it. In her position, she could only survive and hope to escape
sometime soon.
He had to make a mistake that would allow her to escape. He
just had to!
"A good win, team," she heard him saying. She jerked and
rattled the chains on her wrists. This wasn't the other
cheerleaders coming into the locker room. It was the entire
football team.
She tried to hide her nakedness the best she could. Raising
one leg and bending it covered her fleecy blonde snatch--a little.
She realized how vulnerable she was. Naked as the day she was
born, aside from her boots, she presented the perfect target for
any of those men's pricks.
Something moved deep inside her at the thought of all those
football players gang raping her. Trying to deny the fascination
she felt with the idea was impossible. She didn't want to be gang
banged by a couple dozen horny football jocks. She didn't! But
she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like.
"Here she is, guys. All yours," Bradford said, pointing to
the naked Debbie chained to the link fence. "Special for you.
You won and you deserve something hot to slip into."
Her eyes widened in stark horror as she saw a half dozen of
the football players coming toward her. They tossed their helmets
aside with careless contempt. Already, they began unfastening the
lacing on the front of their pants. They were all going to have
her. One after another, they were going to fuck her until she was
a bloody, mutilated pulp.
"Don't do this!" she begged. "I don't want you fucking me.
Please! It's Bradford who's forcing me to do this. Do you think
I'd want to be chained up like this if I had a choice?"
Her words fell on deaf ears. A couple of the men smiled
wickedly, another one laughed. They were used to Bradford's
"rewards". Nothing she could say would stop them from raping her
repeatedly.
And the idea made her pussy turn liquid and begin to churn.
She didn't understand. She couldn't possibly look forward to the
idea of having these men fuck her until her cunt was rubbed raw
from half a dozen cocks. And yet that seemed to be the reaction
building up inside her traitorous body.
"Me first," said the tallest of the men. His cock was
already stiff and bucking boldly in front of his groin. He held
the staff in a thick-fingered hand. The eye of his prick poked
out over the top of his fingers, the knobby end visibly pulsing
with unrestrained lust for her fleece-rimmed cunt.
"Spread 'em, doll," ordered another one. "This is going to
be a quickie for all of us. We ache and we want to get to the
showers. But first things first. Right gang?"
They all laughed at her helplessness. She kicked out. Her
booted foot hit one of the men squarely in the middle of his
belly. It was as if she had kicked a stone wall. He didn't even
grunt.
"Honey," he said, holding her foot captive in his hands,
"I've been nudged by a bug harder than that. I go out there every
week and get the shit pounded out of me. Now it's my turn to fuck
the shit out of you! I want to take you up the ass!"
His cock pulsed as he spoke. She couldn't pull her eyes off
that stiffening rod of cockflesh. When his hard-on was like a
steel bar, he moved closer, his prick parting the thick slabs of
her asscheeks. She groaned softly when his glans touched the
puckered hole of her anus. The tiny muscle of her asshole refused
to allow any cock up her chute.
And then she screamed as he continued to force his way upward
into her tightest passage.
"Don't do that!" she sobbed. "You're going to hurt me.
You'll tear me apart inside if you fuck my rear."
"Fuck your rear?" he mocked. "I'm going to fuck your ass
like it's never been fucked before. I'm going to burn you up with
my fucking. You're gonna love it and you're gonna beg for more
after I'm finished!"
He lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. Crushing
her against the chain-link fence, he almost ripped her in half.
Her thigh pressed into her tit, mashing it flat. She cried out in
abject pain. The way he moved threatened to pull her arms from
their sockets. As he jerked and shot his prick upward again and
again, she knew there was no way of keeping his unlubricated cock
from her asshole.
"My cunt," she moaned. "Stuff it up my cunt and get it
greasy. You're killing meeeee!"
Her entire body shook like a plate of jello. She felt his
cock stop bludgeoning her asshole to move forward a few inches.
He stroked along her sex gash. Her fuck oil oozed from deep
inside and greased her snatch. He smiled broadly as he hunched up
and down between her cunt lips. The juicy cradle held his prick
nicely, but he wanted more and he was in the position to take it.
"Now, chick, now I'm gonna fuck that tight ass of yours. My
cock's got your love juice all over it. Hope that makes you
happy, you nagging bitch!"
She almost passed out when he moved back to her asshole. She
felt the blunted nosecone of his prick ramming straight into the
center of her anus. The pain shooting through her body was
intense. She sobbed and moaned constantly, pain hitting her from
all angles.
The way her shoulders felt, she wondered if she would ever be
able to lift her arms again. The circulation had been cut off in
her hands. The chains cut deeply into her flesh. The position he
held her in, her leg draped up over his shoulder, made her feel
like the wishbone of a chicken being yanked apart. Every single
movement brought her pain. Even the stabbing motions with his
cock against her reluctant asshole sent lances of burning pain
into her belly.
Then he surged up and into her rectum. The girl's resilient
insides expanded slowly to take the thick bulk of his cock. But
his fuck stick moved faster than she could stretch internally.
She still felt the pain from all the other sources and now it was
as if a red-hot poker had been shoved into her guts.
She passed out.
When she returned to consciousness, things hadn't improved at
all. The man grunted and strained as he reamed her out. Her
asshole had stretched to take the thickness of his fucking cock,
but the friction of his prick against her tender puckered ring of
anus felt like a cigarette lighter had been applied to her
smouldering flesh.
"Hell, I don't mind sloppy seconds," said one man. "But not
up her shit chute. Look, I got a boner and I want to use it. I'm
battered and bruised from that goddamn tackle out there. Now get
out of the way and let me fuck her cunt before I collapse."
"Let's share," grunted the man already embedded firmly in the
young cheerleader's ass. "I'm game. I stay in her butt and you
can have her cunt. How's that?"
"Okay by me. But get one of those hands undone. Can't fuck
her when she's shoved up against the fence like that."
Debbie hardly knew what they were doing. Her world was
filled with red, searing pain. Every moment that passed only
added to her torment. She was being abused by these men. They
were going to gang bang her. One after another, they were going
to degrade and humiliate her as if she weren't any sort of a human
being. She was nothing more than a hot, tight pussy to fuck.
She felt one of her hands unchained from the fence. For a
second, hope surged through her. She was going to be released.
It didn't work out that way. They merely changed the chain
to another post, this one near the lockers. She was suspended
between the fence and the post now, both sides of her body widely
exposed to the men's lustful advances.
"Got to keep working. Shit, this chick's rear is sucking
away at my cock. She's gonna milk me of my jizz any second now."
"You never did have any staying power," taunted the other
man, coming up in front of Debbie so that she could see him. Her
vision was blurred by the fucking of her ass--the pain jolted her
constantly--but she saw the huge hard-on of the man in front of
her.
"Don't ... don't do this to me," she pleaded, knowing it
wouldn't do her any good.
The man didn't even seem to hear her. "You never did last
very long after the real fucking started. I'll pace you, Frank."
The man moved into the wide-spread vee of Debbie's legs, his cock
slowly moving up her trembling inner thigh until he came to her
matted bush.
He laughed in her face as she quivered. He thrust upward and
sent his prick bouncing along the ridge of her puffy cunt lips.
She shuddered with the pain of the buttfucking and the fact that
her arms felt as if they had turned to lead. And now the man in
front of her was going to add his cock to her body.
"Don't do this!"
He stuffed his prick into her steamy hot twat. She screamed
and almost blacked out again. She had often fantasized what it
would be like to have two men making love to her at the same time.
But even in her wildest dreams, it had never been like this.
It was both wonderful and awful at the same time. The cock
up her pussy was huge. It threatened to burst her apart at the
seams. But together with the cock fucking her ass, she felt
filled to overflowing. Her body couldn't possibly handle two
fucks at the same time.
But she was young and up to the task. Her inner membranes
screamed out a protest, and then slowly stretched to take this
second fucking prick. By the time her cunt walls had expanded
enough to the player's prick, the man up her ass had begun to pump
into her hard and fast.
She felt his prick begin to expand. The hooded tip of his
cock throbbed and she knew he was close to coming. She almost
hoped he would. Then he would to limp and his prick wouldn't duel
with the other man's through her delicate inner walls.
"Slow down," cautioned the man buried balls deep up her cunt.
"We want to do this together. Team work, man, team work. That's
what it's all about, you know what I mean?"
The man fucking her ass only grunted. Debbie felt him slow
down, his cock still jerking and bucking, hard in the tightness of
her ass.
"Now, on the numbers. You in, me out. Then we reverse so
that only one of us is in her at any given time."
"Shit," complained the man behind her, "that's too
complicated. I'm about ready to get my rocks off. You can fuck
any goddamn way you want. I just want to feel her shit chute all
around my prick."
The man began to fuck the girl's ass hard again. She felt
his prick expanding the ring of her anus. She trembled and broke
out into a sweat. Rivers of salty perspiration ran down between
her huge tits, tickling and arousing her. The girl hated herself
for getting so turned on by this. She was hung up and chained,
her wrists bruised and battered by the metal links. Her back was
criss-crossed with welts from where she had been banged against
the fence. She had been raped and abused, tortured and pulled
apart--and still her pussy frothed over with thick love oil.
She was turned on and hated herself more and more because of
it.
"God, this is super," muttered the man fucking her twat.
She moaned softly every time he fucked balls deep into her pussy.
She was getting hotter and hotter from the fucking. He was one
hell of a fine cocksman. The chained cheerleader just wished she
had met him under other circumstances.
But this was agony for her. The combined action of a cock up
her pussy and one up her butt robbed her of real pleasure.
Her clit sang a joyous song every time the man's bush ground
into it, but the feel of both cocks inside her drove her out of
her mind with pain.
"I can feel the underside of your cock running against mine,"
one of the men crowed. "This is out of sight!"
Both men fucked her at the same time now. Cocks shooting all
the way into her body rattled her teeth. She felt the man up her
pussy swing from side to side, giving her the thrilling feel of a
real cock. But the prick filling her asshole ripped away all her
pleasure and filled her with pain.
"Faster," grated the man cornholing her. "I want to bugger
her faster. Gotta feel the heat burning my prick to a nubbin.
Just gotta fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His chanting set the pace. She felt her lithe body being
lifted entirely off the floor by their powerful upsurges. Hung
suspended on the tips of two pricks, she was totally helpless and
completely fucked over.
Crying no longer released the anger in her body. She tried
to concentrate on the good feelings. There were too damned few of
them! The man's bush dragging over her clit was pleasant, but it
was too brief. The twisted out of shape feel of having both cocks
in her body at the same time proved sheer agony and quickly erased
what joy she may have had before.
The man in her ass came. She felt the hot, sticky surge of
his come. The girl's body arched and she rammed her butt straight
back into the curve of his crotch. She couldn't help herself.
She had to get more of that sweet, fucking cock up her ass.
As she moved, she took his thick spike of cock another inch
into her butt. This triggered a huge come that sent her off into
a sexual orbit that didn't end until the man's prick melted in her
superheated body and dribbled from her asshole.
The man up her cunt continued to fuck with increasingly
powerful strokes. She was lifted up onto her toes every time he
rocketed upward. By twisting from side to side, rocking her hips,
moving against the chains binding her so firmly, she managed to
get a little pleasure from the fucking.
She came again.
And then it was all over for her. The man fucking her cunt
spewed out his cum into her sucking pussy.
He stood with a stupid look on his face, then smiled. "Baby,
you got the hottest pussy I ever fucked. You make going out there
and winning really worth it. If Bradford keeps you around, I'm
gonna bust my balls for another chance like this!"
"That's what. I like to hear," said Bradford, coming up to
leer at the naked, dangling girl. "She leads the cheers, so it's
only fitting she should give her all for the team's morale."
"Fuck that 'all' bit," said the football player. "'Just so
long as she has a cunt that's tight and hot, that's what matters."
"Right," agreed Bradford, smiling benevolently.
Debbie was exhausted. She hung from her chains, sweat
running in wide rivers over her naked body. She felt like
homemade shit and wanted nothing more than to die.
But not until she killed Bradford. Her hatred for the man
was all that really kept her going.
Chapter 8
When Bradford finally released her hands from the chains,
Debbie collapsed to the floor. She didn't want to show weakness,
in front of the man, but her body had reached the limits of its
endurance.
She fell onto her face, barely catching herself with her
hands to prevent bloodying her nose. The cold concrete grated
harshly against her tender nipples and crushed her tits flat
against her chest. As she tried to raise her body and turn over,
she found a foot placed squarely in the middle of her back.
"You're not going anywhere," Bradford told her. His cold,
harsh tone indicated that more torment was in store for her. But
what could it possibly be? Hadn't he tortured her enough already?
"What did I ever do to you?" she demanded. "Why are you
doing these horrible things to me? You've forced me to suck you
off and you raped me up the rear and now this! Gang banged by the
team. I can't take any more!"
"Ah, but you can and will, my dear," he informed her. "I
have great plans for you. All you cock-teasing bitches are the
same. You flaunt your boobs and wiggle your asses and get a man
hard and ready, and then you turn him off just like that."
"What are you talking about?" she sobbed. The rough concrete
abraded her nipples. And in spite of the mistreatment, she felt
her tits throbbing with excited blood. The entire scene aroused
her strangely. She didn't enjoy being under this dominant man's
control, and yet something about the entire situation stirred her
emotions.
"You know what I'm talking about, cunt. You're all alike,
each and every one of you. I watch you out there on the field,
flaunting your perfect bodies and knowing you're the one who'll
'permit' some lucky man to fuck you after the game. You think
you're too good for the likes of me. I'll show you who's too good
for whom, bitch! You're going to be the team's reward for such a
good showing. And when they're through with you, I think I might
have something special in store for you. Something that a horny,
sexy bitch like you might enjoy."
"Go to hell!"
"I might go to hell, cunt, but you're already there!"
He dropped his knee into the center of her back. The more
she struggled to escape the more difficult it became for her to
move at all. The pressure on her spine was excruciating. The man
snared her wrists and pulled them firmly into the small of her
back.
She heard the rattle of thin chains and felt the cold links
being pulled tightly around her hands. The circulation had barely
returned to her hands and her flesh seemed more dead than alive.
Now she was trussed up again and unable to effectively fight him
off.
Naked, except for her sexy white knee-high boots, she was as
helpless as a new-born babe. The man could do anything he wanted
to her and she couldn't stop him.
He rolled her over and studied her nakedness. He seemed to
approve of what he saw. His hands touched her check lightly. She
flinched away, tossing blonde hair out of her eyes. But his touch
didn't stop there. Slowly, his fingers traced a feather-light
route down the side of her face, along the line of her throat and
stopped in the deep valley between her jiggling tits. She felt
her breath coming in harsh, stuttering gasps now. The feel of his
hand so close to her sensitive boobs did the trick.
"Yes, the cock-teasing cunt is aroused, isn't she?" said
Bradford. "I think you will become even more so before I'm
finished with you."
His fingertips moved up the steep white slope of her tit.
When he found the turgid little nubbin of her nipple, he gripped
it between thumb and forefinger. He clamped down hard. She felt
as if an icy knife had been driven into her chest.
"Ummmm, nooo!" she whined. "Stop that! It hurts my tit!"
"Isn't that a shame? I think I like the satiny feel of that
knocker of yours. It's so cool, so smooth, so delectable."
His hand engulfed her entire tit. He crushed down with a
furious grip. She screamed in pain as his fingers left ugly red
streaks on the sides of her once-perfect cone of titflesh. He
didn't seem to be satisfied with her torment. He pressed down
firmly with the palm of his hand until her nipple began to harden.
He felt it throbbing with every beat of her heart. He rotated the
mound of tit until the girl writhed on the floor in obvious pain.
"So you don't like a real man handling your knockers, huh?"
he asked. "I think you spurn me. I think you should be given to
a few more of the members of the team. Perhaps then you will see
how kind and gentle I am. Then, after they have finished with
you, you will beg me for my prick. You will want my prick more
than anything else in the world. And if you grovel enough, I
might even permit you to sample it, cunt!"
The pressure on her tit suddenly vanished. She gasped at the
way her released boob danced around like a blob of mercury on a
plate. Debbie closed her eyes and tried to will away the pain in
her nipple. It refused to die down. The more she thought about
it, the hotter the nipple became. It filled with blood and
pounded so hard she simply knew it would explode.
The girl forgot all about the pain in her tit when she felt
something cold and long and hard rammed up between her silken
thighs. Opening her eyes, she saw Bradford jamming a broom handle
into her twat. She kicked out with her booted feet but it did no
good.
Simply trying to fend him off this way had opened up her
pussy to the handle of the broom. The rounded tip of the
broomstick touched her inner cunt lips and then plunged six inches
into her heated cunt.
She screamed in pain. The wooden handle wasn't thick, but
the straightness of it caused her to arch her back to accommodate
it. She knew the man was going to cram that stick all the way
through her guts so that it would come out her mouth! He had
something against her and wanted to punish her. She didn't know
why he was doing this. All that mattered to her was the wooden
stake spearing her juicy twat.
"You love it, don't you, you scum-sucking bitch? Admit it!
Admit you love this!" The man was screaming at the top of his
voice now.
"Yes, yes!" she lied, hoping to get him to pull the broom
handle out of her cunt. The man didn't. He began fucking her
with it.
She tried to think of something that would be more painful,
more degrading. She couldn't. The girl had to thrash around on
the floor as the man fucked her with his wooden dildo. Only when
the stick came out coated with her inner fuck oil did he stop.
And then he forced her to lick the handle.
Debbie almost gagged at that. She didn't know that her own
juice would be so terrible. She remembered that Sherry's had been
exciting, but then they had been tender with each other. That had
been a mutual love act, not a brutal rape with a broom handle.
"Not enough?" he asked.
He rolled her over and pulled her up so that her ass wagged
in the air. She didn't know what he was going to do. With her
cheek pressing coldly into the cement floor, she thought that she
had endured all he could offer. She quickly found out how wrong
she was.
He repeated her cuntal rape by stuffing the broom stick into
her asshole. What little lubricating fuck juice remained barely
helped grease the entry of the wooden rod into her bowels. The
girl felt sick to her stomach as the man started butt-fucking her
with the broom. The wood threatened to splinter and rip her apart
inside. She worried about bleeding to death. But the man soon
stopped.
Then he forced her to lick off the broom handle again.
Debbie was totally debased and humiliated by this action. She
cried openly and didn't care if the man saw her weakness. Nothing
else could be done to her, she thought. He had raped her with a
broom both up the cunt and up the ass. Nothing was left to
torment her with.
And again she was wrong.
"Come on over, guys. I've got her all hot and ready for
you!"
Bradford smiled down at her as he ran his hands under her
arms and picked her up. When she had her knees under her, he
smiled even more broadly and called out, "Come on, Stan. You
deserve a little pussy."
"Right, boss man," cried a player. He came sliding in on his
back, his head poking between the kneeling girl's thighs. She was
so startled at this, she rose up just enough to allow him to shove
his head directly under her pussy. His tongue flashed out and
roughly stroked the entire length of her cunt lips. The shuddery
sigh that passed through her body promised so much more to come
that she almost thought everything that had gone before was worth
it.
"Come to me, pretty mama," he called up to her. "Lower that
lovely blonde pussy onto my face!"
She carefully relaxed the straining muscles in her thighs.
She felt her cunt lips being parted by the man's probing tongue.
His rough, pink tongue slithered along her turgid, blood-engorged
cunt lips and then gently parted them. Each touch was sheer
heaven for her. This wasn't torture, this was paradise!
His tongue pushed apart her puffy outer cunt lips and then
teased the more delicate scalloped inner ones. She felt her pussy
begin to churn and boil. The aches in her body slowly vanished as
his tongue gave her new and more intensely pleasurable sensations
to concentrate on. The feel of his tongue surging in and out of
her velvet-hung cunt soothed and stimulated her. She could forget
her dilemma and rejoice in the wonderful emotions filling her
body.
He tongue-fucked her until she came. His tongue slipped out
of her froth-filled pussy to work along her blonde fur-rimmed cunt
lips. When he discovered her little clit, a crafty tongue snared
it. He teased the little pillar of erectile flesh into full
extension. When it was quivering with lust, he sucked hard on it.
Debbie blasted off into orbit again, coming hard. She
groaned out loud and tossed her luxurious mane of blonde hair from
side to side. She wanted to reach down and grip the man's cock
with her hands, but they were still chained behind her back.
"She likes having her pussy eaten out. Let's see if she
enjoys sucking cock, too," said Bradford. "You, Alex, come on
over and have this blonde bombshell suck you off."
A burly guard lumbered over and pulled down his pants.
Debbie opened her eyes and saw a ponderous cock the size of a
telephone pole bucking with stark lust just inches in front of her
face. She felt the effects of the tongue in her cant more and
more. It made her feel sexy, horny, desiring more and more cock.
She would have reached out on her own and gripped the prick
to stuff it into her mouth if her hands hadn't been chained so
securely behind her back.
"Go on, Alex, stick it in for her!"
Jeers and shouts from others on the team spurred the huge man
on. He grabbed onto the thickness of his cock and shoved it
forcefully between her lips. The cheerleader took it all in one
gulp.
Her lips strained to encircle the ponderous log of a cock.
But she managed. Her soft lips stroked the entire length of his
cock as it blasted into her dank mouth. Cradling the man's cock
with her tongue, she slurped noisily. The thick musky male taste
aroused her even more.
After hours of torture, she was being given everything a
woman could desire. One man's eager tongue licked and fucked her
cunt. Another man's prick was being thrust repeatedly into her
sucking, hungry-for-prick mouth. She hardly knew how to respond
to this kindness after so much torment!
"Atta girl, keep sucking. God, she's got a mouth like a
vacuum cleaner," the huge man muttered. "And I love it. I gotta
get all the way in. Let's see you deep throat me!"
The battering ram of cock bounced off the roof of her mouth.
For a horrifying instant, Debbie was afraid she might choke to
death. The huge plug of cock rammed all the way into her throat.
She was no Linda Lovelace, but she could take a man's prick.
But this wasn't just any man's cock. This one was as huge as
some men's wrists. The throbbing hose of cock filled her throat
and shut off all her air. She swallowed hard a few times, her
Adam's apple bobbing up and down to massage the most sensitive
portion of the man's pecker.
"God, she is good!" the player moaned. "I gotta really fuck
that sweet, sucking mouth of hers now. I'm gonna face-fuck her
like she's never gotten cock before!"
He pulled out. Debbie heaved a quick sigh of relief. Air
gusted into her lungs. When she exhaled, she saw the crinkly
forest of the man's bush stir. The hot air stimulated his balls
and made them boil and throb with ill-suppressed need.
His hips exploded. He rammed forward and almost knocked her
backwards. She strained hard. She couldn't fall backwards; that
would deprive her of that long, thrusting tongue squirming around
in her tight little pussy!
She kept her balance and tried to tongue the man's prick the
best she could. The strain she felt at the corners of her mouth
wasn't anything compared to the strain she caused in the man's
hard-driving prick. She used her tongue in a sexy, educated
manner. Her tongue looped around the thick head of his cock,
teasing and tormenting all the right places. The tiny triangular
flap of skin dangling under the cleft head received special
attention.
When she tasted the bitter drop of pre-come beading at his
piss-slit, she knew it wasn't going to take much longer to get him
off. She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow under the
pressure.
And in the midst of having her pussy eaten out and sucking
off another guy, she heard Bradford say, "What? Two more of you
horny studs? Hell, why not? Go stuff your doings into her hands.
Let her jerk you off that way. She don't mind a bit. Just try
her."
Debbie felt heavy, hot rods of cockflesh thrust into both of
her hands. She couldn't see behind her, but feeling those pricks
was enough. She squeezed them and began running her fingers up
and down the fleshy shafts. They pulsed and danced with new lust
when she managed to snare both sets of balls in her hands.
Teasing them, she bounced the balls off the tips of her
fingers. The girl found it hard to coordinate all her movements.
The feel of the tongue in her pussy kept her from being able to
concentrate on any one thing. She had the cock in her mouth and
now two delightfully lustful pricks in her hands.
"God fucking damn!" cried the man whose prick moved in and
out of the cheerleader's eager mouth. The hot surge of his jism
filled her mouth. The first spurt arched over her tongue and
spattered onto her tonsils. She didn't want that. Not at all.
She loved the taste of a man's come. Her tongue pressed hotly
into the spewing slit of his cock in time to catch the full blast
of his second shot of come. The thick goo smeared salty and tangy
over her taste buds. She continued to nurse greedily at his cock
until she had milked it of every single drop of his come.
When it fell from her mouth, limp and tired, she sighed. One
of the cocks vying for her attention was gone. She turned her
attention to the twin pricks in her hands. Stroking up and down
was easier now. She felt the slickness of the cocks and guessed
that her hands were sweating and lubricating her movements.
"Christ, she's dynamite! I think I'll go out and win every
fucking game after this. If more of this is in store, that is!"
"Don't worry, guys," came Bradford's voice. "I promise you
more like her if you continue winning. Hell, you can even have
her after every game, if she's what you like."
"Blondes always did turn me on," said one of the men. His
cock jerked and grew in circumference. Debbie's grip tightened on
his cock. She knew it wasn't going to take much longer for him to
get his rocks off.
"Yeah, I figured they would," said the other. "Do blondes
have more fun?"
"With me they do," joked the other one, his voice becoming
more and more strained as his body tensed for the come. "They're
easier to find in the dark. Oh, ohhhhhh! God, this is too much!"
She felt his cock convulsively jerk. Hot, sticky strands of
come drenched her hand. She kept up her pressure until the cock
had gone as limp as a garden hose in the sun. With only one cock
left to handle, she gave it all she could. One hand cupped the
man's balls while the other worked on the thick stalk of his
prick.
When he got off, she was quivering all over. The smell of a
man's come filled her nostrils. She loved the odor. It blanked
out the rest of the smelly locker room until her mouth was
literally watering. She forced her hips down so that the man
under her wide-spread, wanton pussy could eat her out even better
than before.
The slithery feel of his cock-hard tongue fucking her pussy
sent shivers of delight racing up her spine. Lightning bolts
jolted through her body as she came. The man began sucking on her
pussy. That, coupled with his hard teeth gnawing on the tender
flaps, brought her off again.
And then he was gone. Only the pleasant afterglow of orgasm
remained in her body. Debbie crouched and bent forward, lost her
balance and tumbled to the floor. She had forgotten that her
hands were still chained behind her back.
As she lay there, the glow vanishing from her cunt, she felt
come drying on her hands. Somehow, all this wasn't quite as
exciting as it had been. As she thought about it, everything
turned sordid, depraved, totally ugly. She had been forced to do
these lewd and vile acts. The girl was no longer master of her
own destiny.
Bradford controlled her and he wasn't about to let her go.
This had been a pleasant interlude, but she feared that more pain
was coming her way.
She was right.
Chapter 9
"Let's let the other cheerleaders in," said Bradford. "We
can take her out with us through the equipment room."
Debbie felt strong arms lifting her off the cement floor.
She seemed to float, weightless. Never had she felt such power as
the football player lifting her showed. He didn't even seem to
notice her weight. She struggled a little and found herself as
firmly trapped by him as if she had been embedded in a solid block
of concrete.
Bradford took out a ring of keys and opened the chain-link
door that she couldn't get through earlier. She cursed under her
breath. If only she'd had those keys. The blonde girl's pussy
still stung a little from the effect of the broom handle fucking,
but not as much as her asshole. After all, she had been eaten
out. That type of tonguing should soothe all but the worst of
hurts.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded. She grunted as the
player tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
"Don't ask questions, cunt," came Bradford's cold reply.
They made their way through the interior of the stadium. By
the time they emerged into the cold night, the lights were going
out. The stadium was again deserted, waiting like a malignant
beast for another weekend to come so that it could fill its maw
with fifty thousand people.
"Out onto the field, boss man?" asked the player. Debbie
grunted every time he bounced up and down. He hadn't taken off
his cleats and this gave him an odd rolling gait. With her belly
pressed into his massive shoulder pads, she was getting the worst
of the deal.
"Yeah. Tie her to the tackling dummy. Then you can get the
rest of the team. The ones that don't have anything better to do,
at any rate."
"Right, boss."
The player threw Debbie down and turned to race into the
cloaking room of the now empty stadium. She lay on the cold
ground, staring up at the diamond hard points of the stars
overhead. She didn't know if they were mocking her or not. She
thought they must be.
Bradford lifted her and placed her against one of the
tackling dummies. She strained to get away front him. The chains
on her wrists prevented her from effectively fighting the man off.
"Don't give me any of that shit," he ordered. "This is going
to be the team's reward for winning."
"You mean I'm going to be the reward!" She found her breath
coming in short, hard gasps. Her excitement and fear mingled and
mixed until she couldn't tell one from the other. "Why are you
doing this to me? You haven't ever done this to any of the other
girls. I would have heard about it if you had. Why me?"
"You remind me of my first wife. Oh, so beautiful and prim
and proper--and the biggest cock-teaser in the world. You come on
strong and get a guy hard, then shut him down. Not now, cock-
teaser, not now. This time, I'm going to show you what you're
missing."
She tried to run again. He simply stuck out his foot and
tripped her. She fell to her knees, trying to keep her face out
of the dirt. What the man did next startled and shocked the
blonde teenager. He looped a length of chain around her neck and
fastened it securely to the tackling dummy.
"Just like a dog, bitch. That's what you are--a bitch in
heat. Well, the team's gonna put that fire out. You're gonna get
more cock than you ever dreamed of before we're finished with
you."
A flood of futility came over her, drowning her in self-pity.
She was chained like a dog. She couldn't move without the chain
stopping her, choking her, humiliating her even more than she had
been in the past.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "I hope you burn in hell! I'll
see you dead!"
"Sure you will," he taunted. "Who is it that has the key to
the lock to this?" He reached down and jangled the chain around
her neck. "I have it! And you're going to do as you're told."
"The bitch has a tongue. Perhaps I should cut it out."
Debbie recoiled in horror as the dim light filtering into the
stadium caught and reflected off the opening blade of a wicked
penknife. The man advanced on her. She tried to get away from
him but the end of the chain stopped her. Almost gagging from the
cruel links around her neck, she flinched away from the cold steel
blade of the knife.
He pressed it into her belly, then slowly drew it up to a
spot between her tits. He pressed hard enough to depress her skin
but not hard enough to cut into her flesh. The feel of the steel
against her skin threatened to cause the girl to pass out in
fright.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
"I should cut one of these off." He placed the very tip of
the tiny knife under her left tit. Slowly, with agonizing care,
he traced along the huge mound of titflesh, then worked the point
all the way to the crest. There, he ran the edge of the blade
repeatedly over her now hard nipple. The coldness of the blade
had made her nipple spring erect.
"Don't do this to me, please!" she pleaded. "I ... I'll do
anything you want!"
"Of course, you will. As long as you're chained, you are
under my command. You have no choice but to obey."
"It ... it would be better if I did what you ordered of my
own free will. You can release me and I promise to do whatever
you want. But take the chains off me, and don't cut me with that
knife!" Her voice had turned shrill. The man laughed in her face.
"You'll do what I want now. And I don't have to worry about you
breaking your promise and running away. Not that running would do
you any good. No cop will believe your story. It's your word
against mine. I'm respected in this community. I'm leading the
team to a winning year. That makes me someone special, and you're
shit! You're nothing!"
Debbie recognized the ring of truth in the man's words. It
would be her story against his if she managed to get away. A few
bruises and a tormented pussy didn't verify her story. Anyone
could have raped her. It didn't have to be the general manager of
a successful football team. He could concoct any sort of a story
he wanted.
Maybe he'd tell the police he had fired her, and her lies
were how she planned to strike back at him personally. Or he
could simply say she was off in the head, a candidate for the
funny farm. Anything Bradford said was believable; anything
Debbie said would be taken as a lie or the ravings of a demented
mind.
"Such a nice tit. A shame to waste it on a cock-teaser like
you."
He traced around the turgid nipple with the point of his
blade. She shuddered at the hardness, the coldness, the sharpness
of the blade. He leaned forward slightly and the very tip of the
blade bit into her tit. She shrieked as a tiny drop of blood
welled up.
The man dropped to his knees, cupped her injured breast in
his hand and nursed greedily. She felt him sucking the blood from
her wound. The girl closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself
somewhere else, with someone else.
She failed.
"There they are!" came a loud cry from across the field.
Hope flared and then died. Debbie had hoped it was someone coming
to rescue her. Instead, several members of the team trotted onto
the field. A couple of them even held their boners.
The sight of the men hanging onto hard pricks caused
something to snap inside her. She writhed away from Bradford and
ran to the other end of her chain. The suddenness with which she
ran it to its end jerked her off her feet. Gagging weakly, she
kneeled in front of the tackling dummy.
One of the men silently dropped down behind her. His hands
went around her waist and his thick cock pressed hotly between the
slabs of her ass. He rammed forward, his cock spearing her
directly in the pussy.
She grunted as the dry prick rubbed her raw as it worked its
way into her hidden depths. Her pussy had gone dry from being
threatened with the knife. But the nearness of the cock, the feel
of the man's hands stroking her flanks, pulling hard at her
dangling tits, even fondling and fumbling with her clit, all built
up sexual tension inside her belly again.
"Ummm, why are you all doing this to meeeee?" she moaned.
The cock slid in and out of her cunt more easily now that her
juices had begun to flow. "I never did anything to you!"
"Hey, you mean she's not willing?" demanded one of the men.
"Mr. Bradford, you told us all these chicks liked what we did to
them. All of them were nymphos, hungry for cock, no matter how
they got it."
That's right, Stan. Look, you know how some chicks tell you
not to fuck them when you're doing just that?"
"Yeah. They sort of get caught up in the fucking and lose
track of what's going down."
"Right. She's like that. She loves this but she's not able
to admit it. She really digs it when you're rough."
"Well, okay, Mr. Bradford. As long as you say so." The
player turned to the man fucking furiously and said, "Hey, get
off! I want my turn and I hate sloppy seconds."
"Make her suck you off, then. I'm staying on till I COME!"
The man's prick exploded like a stick of dynamite inside Debbie's
tight, clinging pussy. Her juice hadn't lubricated her cunt
enough. He had begun fucking and the friction had mounted too
fast. She felt the heat threatening to burn her up inside. Now
the hot rush of the man's jism filled her tiny pussy.
She shuddered under the impact of his hips as he jerked
spastically. And then the cock melted and she felt another,
harder cock filling her from behind. Hairy thighs rubbed against
the smoothness of her ass. She cringed a little when those hairy
thighs began to move. She had forgotten the whipping that
Bradford had given her. The welts still remained, the bruises
still turned patches of her ass green and blue.
"Stop, stop it! I beg you!"
"Here," said the man who had suspected she wasn't doing this
of her own accord. "Suck me off!"
She found her mouth filled with cock. Twisting her head to
the side was the only way she could handle that. With her hands
cruelly chained behind her back, she had to depend on the man
fucking her doggy style for support. Her tongue looped out and
licked the purpled hood of the other man's knobby cock.
Debbie found herself thrown into a timeless, weightless
place. She felt the cock reaming her out from behind, fucking her
like a bitch in heat. There was no thrill to that for her, even
though her pussy was frothy with cunt oil now. She was burned out
emotionally. She had taken all she could accept. Anything more
was beyond her capacity to endure.
Bradford seemed to sense this. He wanted to inflict as much
punishment on the young girl as he could. Quietly, he unfastened
the chain around her neck. As soon as the man fucking her had
finished, she realized that no one else had come to take his
place.
Her cunt aching from the frantic fucking, her breath coming
more easily now that the chain was off, she plotted her escape.
With the suddenness of lightning in the twilight, she dashed off.
The girl realized she couldn't run very fast, but she had to try.
Her hands being chained behind her back impeded her more than
she'd have thought. The cool air nipped at her flashing legs,
then cunningly sneaked up and caressed her steamy pussy. She felt
the night breeze gusting through the tangled mat of her pussy
mound and the sweat drying on her tits. The bounce and sway of
her boobs as she raced away from the tackling dummy and the
football players bothered her. But nothing could bother her as
much as staying and allowing more of those men to gang rape her.
She didn't even hear the man coming up behind her. Faster
than thought, he tackled her. She fell heavily, her face skidding
along the dirt, her tits cruelly dragging in the grass.
"Gotcha!" he laughed.
She found herself sitting up and staring into the proud face
of an unknown man.
Bradford told her, "He's the free safety. Fast, too. He can
cover forty yards twice as fast as you were making it."
And then she learned why Bradford had allowed her to escape.
She had run directly under the goal post. He fastened twin chains
to the cross bar so that they dangled down to about eye level. He
unfastened the bonds on her wrists and rechained her.
She hung, her feet barely touching the ground, from the goal
post. One after another of the jocks came and grabbed her legs.
They held her like a wheelbarrow as they stuffed their pricks into
her tight little cunt and fucked her till they came.
One after another rocked her back and forth and set her
swinging, just to fuck her. The numbness returned. After the
fourth man fucked her, Debbie hardly felt the cocks as they slid
in and out. The agony from her arms drowned out all other
sensations.
Chapter 10
"Jesus! What the hell's going on!" came a voice ringing
through the empty stadium.
Debbie dully turned her head and peered into the gloom. She
could hardly see. A red veil of pain crossed her eyes and a
strand of her once lustrous blonde hair fell over her forehead.
She tossed her head and sent the vagrant hair back into place,
then saw Sherry standing at the edge of the field. The other
girl's expression told the entire story.
She was shocked.
Something inside of Debbie made her suddenly unhappy. Sherry
hadn't had to put up with tortures like this. She hadn't been
required to fuck the entire goddamn football team. Only she,
Debbie Connors, had done that.
It was a dubious honor but the blonde cheerleader felt a
surge of pride in what she had endured. Somehow, this made her
seem better in her own eyes. She had withstood pain and more
cocks than she had ever had in her entire life. She had been
whipped and raped up the ass, forced to suck men off, jerk them
off and then had been gang raped.
She had endured all that--and more.
The mental anguish she felt couldn't be put into words.
Everything Bradford had done was designed to humiliate her
further. He hadn't bothered to take off her boots. Other than
this, she was stark naked and had been the entire evening. This
promised her some very small protection while denying her that
which mattered. He robbed her of her dignity whenever and however
possible.
The idea of having some of those big, strong, burly men fuck
her was nice. She'd had that in the back of her mind ever since
she'd spied on Sherry and Ben fucking their brains out. Bradford
had sensed her desires and had perverted them. He had twisted
those aspirations into something filthy and lewd.
She had begun to think she was personally responsible.
Debbie didn't believe Bradford when he called her a cock-teaser--
not quite. But the tortures added on to other tortures had taken
their toll on her mind. Slowly, she was beginning to think he
might be right. He had forced her to doubt herself and her own
morals.
"What the fuck is going on?" demanded Sherry again. "This is
the most sordid thing I ever saw. I didn't believe Debbie when
she said you were after her ass, Bradford, but, God, do I ever
believe it now!"
"Take her, too," the man said calmly.
One of the football jocks looked at the general manager and
then over at Sherry. Indecision was written on every line in his
face.
"Are you sure this is okay, boss? I mean, Sherry's a good
girl. And Ben don't like to share his chick with nobody."
"It's all right, I tell you."
Bradford's voice took on an added snap. The command was
obvious.
"No, I think I'm gonna go shower. The others can bugger her
for you if they want. I mean, God, Ben's a mean motherfucker! If
he caught me fucking around with Sherry, he'd rip my bloody arms
off!"
The man turned, tucked in his now flaccid prick and trotted
off. The others exchanged glances and guiltily let Debbie's legs
swing free. She groaned as the full weight of her body rested
again on her chained arms and shoulders. The blonde's entire
weight was suspended from the cross piece of the goal post, her
feet barely touching the ground.
Sherry swaggered over, anger written in her every movement.
"I think I'll tell Ben about this. Goddamn, I hope he rips all
your arms and legs off. And maybe he'll twist those slimy peckers
of yours, too!"
Sherry stood with her hands perched on her perky hips. She
stared directly into Bradford's eyes as if daring him to say
anything. Just as he started to speak, she cut him short.
"I'm going to tell Ben about you, not them. They were duped
into raping Debbie. But you were the one responsible. Shit,
Debbie, I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said he had it in
for you. I figured he wanted a quick piece of ass and, what the
hell, he deserves it. After all, he's the general manager. But
this is too much!"
Debbie cringed as the girl lightly pushed on her bruised
tits. The movement was enough to set her swinging. She moaned
loudly, the pain almost more than she could bear. The girl was
positive her arms would fall off. She was slowly regaining a
sense of where she was--and it was terrible.
The cold air blowing across the field simulated icy fingers
into her raped pussy. She felt the wind drying the flow of her
cunt oil and making her entire body tremble. The way she had been
fucked up the ass and the cunt had left her bruised and battered.
The girl knew that the next day would be worse. Her body would
protest this abusive treatment and she would feel real pain.
Right now, she was still coasting along, numbness covering
her mind and body.
"There's laws against this, Bradford. I'm going to see you
tossed into the slammer for the rest of your life."
Bradford only smiled, his lips turning up evilly at the
corners of his mouth. "You think so, bitch? I control the
contracts on you and that muscle-bound boyfriend of yours. What's
he going to choose, a piece of ass like you or a multi-million
dollar meal ticket for the next five years?"
For the first time since coming to Debbie's rescue, the dark-
haired girl looked unsure of herself.
"You can't cancel Ben's contract. That's already signed.
And I mean more to him than a quick fuck."
"I'm sure you do, but what man is going to blow off over a
million dollars? He might fight it in the courts and win, but
that'll take years. He doesn't have years left playing ball.
He'll be over the hill then and nobody'll want him. The money's
good, but that asshole boyfriend of yours loves to play football.
He'd die before he'd get himself in a position where he might end
up benched."
"No," said Sherry, the conviction gone from her voice.
"Yes," said Bradford, moving with the suddenness of a
striking snake. His arms circled Sherry's waist and he hoisted
her up into the air and spun her around. Never releasing his hold
on her, he used his weight to carry her to the ground. Flat on
her belly, his strong arms pinning hers to her sides, she was
totally helpless.
Debbie moaned, "No, Sherry, run! Get away, please, please!
Get help! Get Ben! Ohhhhhhh!"
Chains rattled in the darkness of the playing field. All
Debbie could see was the struggling pair. She had no way of
telling what the outcome of the fight would be. Hoping and
praying did her no good. The blonde teenager saw Bradford stand
and laugh.
Sherry rolled onto her back and managed to sit up, her hands
securely chained behind her back. Debbie could see the muscles
standing out in bold relief on the other girl's neck as Sherry
fought against the bindings. It did her no good. She wasn't
strong enough to get free.
"Now that we've settled this mess, let's have some fun. Just
the three of us, since all my friends seem to have gone to the
showers."
"What are you going to do, Bradford?" demanded Sherry,
indignant and more than a little frightened now.
"You're making a real asshole out of yourself, cunt," snapped
Bradford. "I think you should find out what it means to smart off
to me."
He dragged Sherry over to where Debbie still hung limply. He
pulled another length of chain around both their waists and
cinched it tight. They were bound together face to face.
"I'll be back," he promised.
Debbie managed to keep from crying only through incredible
effort. Her entire world was crumbling again. For a brief
moment, when Sherry had come onto the field, she'd had hope. That
had been her mistake. She had hoped and thought that she would
soon be free of Bradford. Sherry had failed, and now both of them
were at the man's mercy.
"I'll cut his balls off!" flared Sherry, her entire body
shaking in anger. "Wait till I get out of this, I'll ..."
Debbie cut her off with one single sentence. "What makes you
think we're going to get out of here?"
"What?"
"What makes you think Bradford won't kill us when he's done?
We might be able to make a charge against him stick with the cops.
They don't much care, usually, about rape, but maybe this time
they will. He can't take the chance of losing his job. And Ben
is going to rip him limb from limb, right?"
"Right!"
Debbie did cry then. She knew Sherry was wrong. Ben
wouldn't do any such thing. They were all alone, on their own and
totally under the command of the team's general manager. Bradford
could do any damned thing he wanted to them.
"Here, kid, let me try to boost you up a little." Sherry
hunkered down and got her shoulder under the naked girl's tits.
Straightening up took some of the pressure off Debbie's arms but
the shoulder crushing the bottom of her boobs was more than she
could stand.
"God, kid, I didn't want to hurt you," said Sherry, a touch
of panic coming into her voice. "I was only trying to help,
honest!"
"I know, I know," sobbed Debbie. "It's not your fault, it's
Bradford's. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone in my
life!"
"What's he going to do with us now?" asked Sherry, real fear
tingeing her words.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," came the cold voice
they both recognized instantly. "I'm gong to show you girls how
to have some real fun. And I mean real fun!"
Sherry suddenly found herself trying to support all of
Debbie's leaden weight. The pair of them tumbled to the ground,
still chained together at the waist.
Debbie felt the pressure leave her shoulders. Bradford had
released her from the goal post. She tried to use her hands to
attack the man as he came closer. She discovered that her arms
refused to move. The circulation had been cut off for too long.
"Now we do a little rearranging. You'll both love this!"
The rattle of chains and the meshing of arms and legs kept
both the girls confused. Neither cheerleader was able to escape.
When the man had finished with the rechaining, they found they
were chained like animals to one of the goal posts.
One chain locked around their necks, and they were positioned
so that their wrists were chained behind the other's back. No
amount of struggle now would get them free.
"Here, kid, take this."
"NO!"
Debbie heard a resounding smack as Bradford slapped the other
girl's face. Then she felt a long, hard cylinder shoved into her
hands, chained behind Sherry's back.
"Since the bitch won't take you, you can fuck her with this."
The shaft in Debbie's hand was a dildo. She felt Bradford's hand
moving across hers, guiding her downward over the smooth curve of
Sherry's ass.
"I won't!"
"You will," said Bradford, "or you're both dead right here
and now."
A ripping noise came and Sherry tensed. Bradford had cut
through the crotch of her jeans with a knife. The girl arched her
back and tried to avoid the sharp pointed blade probing toward her
snatch.
"Shove that fucking dildo in and get to using it!"
A humming noise came and Sherry moaned louder as Debbie did
as she was told. Frightened of dying now, she wanted only to
please Bradford. If it required her to fuck her friend with the
vibrating dildo, she would do it--and gladly. Anything was okay
with her, as long as Bradford left her alone.
But Bradford didn't leave her alone. He had never intended
to. The man walked around behind the girl, his hands resting on
her naked butt. He stroked the tortured, well-fucked flesh and
hummed to himself. She cringed, gooseflesh popping up over her
once smooth ass. She hated his touch as much as if he had dripped
slime.
"Keep fucking Sherry with that vibrator. It's not as good as
my prick, of course, but that's her loss."
Debbie felt some of the circulation returning to her hands--
and it hurt terribly. Needles of sensation danced along her
wrists and arms, and she almost dropped the vibrator. She clung
desperately to it because it helped return the feeling to her
hands. No matter that she was raping her friend. After all, she
had put up with much worse this evening.
Deep down inside, Debbie almost enjoyed this. She was
feeling Sherry's tits growing with lust under the thin tee-shirt
she wore. Their tits pressed firmly into one another's and she
was beginning to feel just a little sexy again. And naughty, like
the time the two of them had eaten each other out. That hadn't
seemed the least bit perverted at the time. Neither did this.
Not now--not after all that had happened to Debbie tonight.
"You do that good, cunt. Maybe you've had practice."
She tried to shut Bradford's voice out entirely, but the
man's lewd fondling of her ass made it difficult. When he gripped
the dual mountains of her asscheeks and pulled them apart, she
moaned louder, pain shooting all the way up into her pussy. It
hadn't been that long since the man had fucked her up the ass, and
she was still sore. The whipped flesh of her buttocks quivered
under his obscene probing.
She cried out when his finger jabbed directly into the
puckered ring of her asshole.
"What's wrong, bitch? Don't like it? Don't like it when a
real man wants to fuck you up the shit chute? Maybe you'd rather
I used the dildo all the way up your ass. I will if you don't
fuck your friend faster!"
"Sherry, I ..."
"It's okay, Debbie. I know what's going down here. Do it.
Ummm, oh, sweet Jesus, it's so damned big in me!"
Debbie continued to shove and pull the dildo in and out of
her friend's pussy. She felt a thick flow of fuck juice drenching
her hand. The other girl was getting turned on. Debbie wished
she were getting hot, too. That would make what was going to
happen to her a little easier to take.
She sobbed when Bradford moved his finger along her pussy
lips. He stroked back and forth, promising tenderness but
delivering only brutality. Debbie grunted as Bradford threw
himself fully on top of her. She felt her tits crush down on
Sherry's, then there wasn't any space between their bodies at all.
Bradford had made a sexy sandwich out of them, Debbie caught in
the center.
She couldn't fuck Sherry with the dildo, not with Bradford's
weight pinning her hands firmly under the raven-haired girl's
body. But the man wasn't in any condition to notice: His prick
sailed back and forth in the juicy cradle of her cunt.
The thrill of sex passed through her body for an instant.
She could forget all that he had done to her; it vanished as
nothing but ecstasy filled her. He touched all the right nerve
endings. The nearness of a cock was like a breath of cool air on
a muggy day. And then he perverted this as he had done everything
else.
He moved back and bludgeoned her already tender asshole with
the tip of his prick. He didn't try to ease forward gradually,
coaxing the puckered ring of anus to relax. That would be too
gentle. He rammed hard, his entire body carrying his prick into
the girl's butt.
"AIEEEE!"
Even Sherry, pinned underneath her, gasping at the force of
the impact. Debbie almost blacked out as the cock raced all the
way up her ass. The emptiness of her rectum had almost been a
comfort after all the butt-fucking that had gone on earlier. Now
the man's big, swollen prick reamed out her ass again. She cried
bitterly at the pain. Most of all, she cried in humiliation.
No matter what the man did, he managed to abuse her and make
her feel like shit. She could only passively take his cock all
the way up her tightest passage. The hot drill of his cock seared
delicate tissues as he speared deeper and deeper into her body.
"Can't breathe," protested Sherry. "Hurry, damn you, hurry
and get off so I can get some air into my lungs!"
Debbie shook her head and tried to dear her brain of the
cobwebs that were forming. She was on the verge of passing out
again. The pain of the butt-fucking was almost more than she
could bear. Then an idea came to her. If she could change this
from brutal anal rape to something more to her liking, she
wouldn't feel quite so used.
She lifted her head and peered into Sherry's startling blue
eyes. Her own sea-green ones sparkled with the hint of an idea.
She licked her lips, even as Bradford continued to cornhole her.
Then she bent forward and kissed Sherry full on the lips.
For a moment, the girl underneath her tensed. She soon
melted and returned the kiss with great fervor. Their tongues
duelled, dancing in and out of each other's mouths until they
panted with lust. Debbie felt some of the agony passing from her
body. This was turning her on. She wanted more of Sherry's sweet
mouth.
Insistently, she pressed her tongue against the other girl's
closed lips. When those ruby lips parted slightly, she shoved her
tongue fully into Sherry's mouth. The dark-haired cheerleader
began sucking on her tongue. Her pearly teeth nipped and teased
while the very tip of that rough, pink tongue flicked all over the
tip of Debbie's trapped tongue.
She felt urgings deep inside her beginning to grow. Getting
off on fucking was a psychological thing, at least part of it was.
She was thinking sexy thoughts, good thoughts. Her pussy began to
drool obscenely. She encouraged it, almost wishing the man would
start fucking her cunt. She needed that!
But he continued thrusting hard and fast up her tailpipe.
Her asshole burned and the electric thrill she felt mounting
inside her took longer to reach the point at which she would get
off.
But when the blonde cheerleader came, she came with the full
impact of a ton of bricks falling down a well.
She arched her back and shoved her ass into the curve of the
man's crotch. She had to get more of his fuck stick into her
body. She simply had to!
Hot cock burned along her delicate bowels. She shuddered and
began fucking backwards to get even more of that mighty, swollen
prick into her guts. The way it quivered and danced and throbbed
told her of his virility. She needed that to get off even more.
When she came again, the top of her head blasted off. She
couldn't control her body. She almost succeeded in tossing
Bradford off with the mighty convulsions of her tender young body.
"Shit, baby, you're hornier than I thought. Great what a
man's cock will do for a real sex-crazed bitch, isn't it?" he
grunted.
He picked up the tempo of the fucking until she was positive
he would burn himself to a charred nubbin in her body. Then came
the swift flood of his jism. The surge got her off again, and
then nothing but flaccid cock remained.
Limp cock, and the man's burning desire to degrade both of
them.
He stood, his prick flopping loosely in front of his crotch.
He said slowly, "I think I'll rearrange you. Yeah, that would be
real nice!"
He unfastened the locks on their chains and swiftly moved to
rechain them in a different position. Sherry was pulled spread-
eagle between the goalposts. He began using the dildo on her
pussy, twisting and spinning it until Debbie thought he was going
to shove the eighteen-inch artificial cock all the way up her
pussy until it vanished.
Debbie's sex-fogged brain cleared slowly. She realized that
Bradford wasn't paying her any attention now. He had simply
chained her hands behind her, looped some chain around an ankle
and fastened it all to her neck. She couldn't run without choking
herself to death.
But she saw the gleam of brass on the ground.
Hope flared. She rolled over and over until she could see
the piece of metal close up. A key! The key to her locks! She
managed to get the key between her fingers, and after dropping it
several heartbreaking times, get--it into the lock. A simple turn
and the lock opened. It took her a few more minutes to unwrap
from the lengths of chain Bradford had bound her with and then she
was free.
Free!
But to do what?
She couldn't possibly tackle Bradford. She was too weak, too
sore and aching in muscle and mind, to attack him. Even swinging
a length of the chain, she couldn't hope to stop him from raping
Sherry. Sherry had made the mistake of thinking she could reason
with that animal; Debbie wasn't even going to try. Learning from
her friend's mistake, the blonde cheerleader turned and ran.
She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. She
just knew that she had to get away from the evil scene on the
playing field. The deserted concrete corridors under the stadium
had never looked more inviting to her as she raced into them, her
boots clicking wildly and echoing.
Chapter 11
Debbie felt every muscle in her young body protest as she
ran. Her tortured tits bounced painfully, jiggling up and down.
Never had she wished more for smaller jugs. Her bruised flesh
gleamed ugly and forbidding in the dim light. But she ran on.
Even though her cunt hurt and her ass felt like it might fall off,
she ran and ran and ran.
And ran into the arms of a tall, dark man walking out from
one of the team offices.
"God in Heaven, what's this?" he exclaimed. "Do you always
run around here mother naked?"
The man held her at arm's length, his eyes raking over the
lithesome form. He stared at the way her tits had been bruised.
He reached out a surprisingly gentle hand and stroked one of her
cones of titflesh, as if testing it for temperature. His hand
pressed in until she winced, then took hold of the tiny button at
the very crest.
He rolled the nipple between his fingers until she moaned
lightly and closed her eyes. The sensations lancing into her
chest were nice. This was the way a man was supposed to handle
her tits. Not the way Bradford had done, but this way!
"Ummm, that's so good. But please, I have to get away!"
The man didn't answer. His hand moved to her waist. He
traced the outline left by the chain which had held Debbie firmly
to Sherry while Bradford butt-fucked her. The man's exploring
hand drifted lower, across her corn-silk blonde bush. The matted
and tangled pussy fur parted for his fingers. She felt her legs
opening wantonly as he stroked her puffy cunt lips. She sobbed
and bit her lower lip as he found every single sore spot.
"Who are you?" he finally asked. While she tried to think of
an answer, he continued to explore her body. He found her whipped
ass and his fingers worked down into the humid canyon between her
meaty asscheeks. She couldn't stand that, not after being raped
up the ass so many times.
"God, no, not there!" she cried. "He raped me there. I ...
I don't ever want another man fucking me up the ass!"
The dark stranger hanging onto her arm didn't seem the least
bit surprised at her outburst. He had even accepted her nakedness
as if it were a common occurrence.
"Answer me," he said. "Who are you?"
" I ... I'm Debbie, one of the cheerleaders. H-he did this
to me!"
"He? You mean Bradford? My general manager did this to one
of my cheerleaders? Answer me!" The man shook her until her teeth
rattled. It was exactly the shock she needed to come to her
senses. Panic fled finally, and she calmed down a little.
The girl started to consider what the man had said. "His"
team? "His" cheerleaders? Who was he?
"Yes! Bradford! He did this to me and he's out on the field
fucking a friend of mine with a dildo--until he can get his hard-
on back. Th-then he'll p-probably rape her up the ass, too!"
"You escaped and you ran in here like this." The man stated
it, he didn't ask. He shook his head slowly, as if finally
understanding a complex problem. "So that cocksucker didn't
believe me, huh?"
"What's happening?" Debbie asked. "Who the fuck are you?"
She would have recoiled in horror at such coarse language a few
days before. She had been changed mightily by the events of this
evening.
"I'm Nichols, the owner of the team. And I warned Bradford
about fucking around with the cheerleaders. We had a big mess
with one little redhead about six months back. We hushed it up
and he promised not to do it again."
Nichols' eyes drifted down to the matted pussy fleece
covering Debbie's snatch.
"I see he lied to me."
"He ... he's out on the field raping my friend. She's a
cheerleader, too. Sherry!"
"Don't worry. I know her boyfriend, Ben. He's one of the
star players on the team. Come with me." Nichols turned and
walked into the office. He snapped on the light switch and picked
up a phone. He dialed and smiled just a little, grim and
determined, while he waited for someone to answer. Finally, he
said, "Ben? Mr. Nichols. Yeah, sure. Look, you better get over
here, 'Bradford's raping your girl. Hell, I don't care what you
do to him. Bradford doesn't work for me any longer. Just don't
kill the son of a bitch. I don't want you in jail."
Nichols hung up the phone with a decisive click. "That takes
care of our Mr. Bradford, once and for all. But what about you?"
Debbie didn't know what he meant for a minute. Then it hit
her. She could sue the team. She could make millions off this.
But something about the way the man spoke told her that wasn't the
best course of action. She could get more in the long run by
going along with him.
"I ... I joined the cheerleaders for exposure. This wasn't
the type of exposure I meant."
"I know," he said tiredly. "You thought about hitting the
movies, the big time in television. Some producer would discover
you and you'd be on easy street for the rest of your life."
She admitted she had thought that.
"It doesn't happen, doll. Never." His eyes worked over her
bruised and battered body. She felt suddenly naked in front of
him. He was looking at her more as a desirable woman now than a
battered remnant of a berserk man's lust,
"You're saying I could do better some other way?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Look, you're gorgeous.
Hell, I can see real beauty no matter how dirtied up it is.
You're pretty. And you're smart. You picked up on what I'm
saying right away. I dig you. Together we can go places and do
things you never could on your own."
"What if I just want out? What if I just want money?"
She felt herself becoming strangely aroused by this man. His
whole demeanor was one of total command. She didn't feel the way
she had felt with Bradford. She wanted to obey when Nichols
spoke. And she knew then from the melting feeling inside her cunt
that she would do whatever he wanted.
He was the dominant one, he commanded--and she was nothing
more than a slave for him.
"You don't," he said.
"What do I want?"
"The same as everybody else. Power. Money. Fame. And with
me, you can get all that. But you want something else, too. I
can feel it. Some of these aggressive chicks are only looking for
a man to tell them what to do. You're not one of those types, are
you?"
"No," she said shyly. She almost blushed and didn't know
why.
"Yes, you are. And I'm the only one strong enough to tell
you what to do. You're going to stay with the cheerleaders and
you're going to stay with me. And right now, we're going up to
the top of the stadium."
"But ..." He grabbed her arm and dragged her along. She
tried to protest again, but felt the sharp sting of his hand
spanking her hot ass. Debbie moved along faster, barely keeping
up with the man as they went up the steep steps of the stadium.
When they had come to the very top row, he turned and pointed out
over the city. Only a thin railing prevented her from falling
more than ten stories to the parking lot below.
"That's my city. I'm filthy rich and I own just about
everything--and everybody--worth coming here. You can share it.
You WILL share it."
He moved behind her, pressing her body into the railing. She
put her hands onto the cold steel pipe and pressed hard against
the man's body. Debbie felt an instant of vertigo as she looked
down at the tiny cars in the lot.
"I ... I'm afraid of heights."
"Then it's time you did something about it."
His meaty hands pinned her slender wrists to the railing on
either side of her body. He moved behind her naked body and
pressed harder. She could feel the hard lump growing at his
crotch. A thrill passed through the girl's body.
It was happening to her again!
Nichols was going to rape her just like Bradford had done.
This time, however, it felt different. He was dominant, but
he didn't seem cruel. She wanted to obey when he commanded. And
if he wanted to fuck her, no matter how much her cunt and asshole
hurt from the raping earlier, she wanted him to go ahead. She
wanted him to fuck her!
"Do it," she said, her voice catching in her throat. "Go on
and fuck me, if that's what you want to do!"
"Of course it is. And I don't need your permission to do it.
You're mine now, and whatever I order you to do, you'll do it.
Fast!"
"Yes, yes!"
She felt her heart beating faster. She let her tits rise and
fall, the cold night air causing gooseflesh to spring up on her
once smooth knockers. She thought back to the way Bradford had
chained and raped her on the football field.
This was different. She wanted Nichols' cock. She wanted
him to be happy. She wanted whatever he wanted.
She bent forward over the rail as soon as she felt his prick
nudging between her thighs. The girl opened her stance a little
to more widely expose her snatch to his questing prick. The long,
hard, hot spike of cockflesh rested lightly against her bruised
pussy lips, but the cheerleader didn't feel pain. She was
thrilled.
A man, a real man, not the pseudo-macho type of fucker that
Bradford was. Nichols was the real item. His cock was immense
and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her
entire life.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me long and hard. I want to
feel it. I ... aaaieeee!"
His prick slammed into her juicy, needy cunt. His hands
clasped her wrists firmly to the railing. She was pulled apart by
his arms and impaled firmly by his throbbing pillar of prick. And
she loved it.
"More! Give me more!"
"I'll give you whatever I please--and you'll love it!
"Yes, yes, anything you say!"
The girl couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had
found a man who dominated her without abusing her. She was putty
in his hands. She would do literally anything for more of his
cock. The way it filled her to overflowing turned her on almost
as much as his commanding airs. He was a real stud and not afraid
to show it. He could deliver hard and fast fucking that Bradford
never had!
His prick slid balls-deep into her cunt. She sucked in her
breath and held it. She felt the nearness of his powerful body.
Straightening a little, she brushed his firmly muscled chest and
belly, her ass fitting perfectly into the curve of his crotch. He
pulled back out of her tightly clinging, steamy interior, with a
lewd squishing noise.
He fucked back into her cunt, the power of his stroke forcing
her forward over the railing. She panicked. For an instant she
felt as if she were falling. But he was strong enough to hold
her. She didn't have anything to worry about, he would protect
her, he would tell her what to do. He would never allow her to
fall, unless she displeased him. Debbie wanted nothing more in
the world than to please Nichols. The man could give her
everything she had wanted out of life. Fame. Wealth. Even
power. But now those things seemed like adolescent fantasies.
They were no longer as important to her as being with him,
listening to him speak, obeying him when he ordered her.
She wanted to be his slave.
"Fuck me good!" she begged. "I'll do anything to please
you!"
Her words were cut off by the fear of falling again. She
looked straight down ten stories. The fear racing through her
body fed her lust. She felt his cock splitting apart her pussy
lips. The thrill of danger and the excitement of his prick built
an orgasm inside her.
She looked out over the city, lights twinkling in the dark,
and came. Hard! Her only thought was how she could best please
the man fucking her.
Debbie had found her dream.
The End
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