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Soccer Slut Wannabes
Chapter 7
How Kim Kawani ever survived the long trip to Nigeria was one of those great unexplainable mysteries. Perhaps it was the circuitous way that she was transported to her final destination that helped her recover to a degree from the terrible damage that had been done to her body. Had she been flown as cargo, there is no doubt she would have frozen to death in transit, weakened as she was. Her new owner's place was a rather large brothel located in Lagos that served the needs of the local oil workers, and also took care of the special requirements associated with those responsible for supervising and managing the vast oil fields that had made Nigeria a power in Africa.
To say that he was infuriated at the condition of his "chattel" was an understatement. However he had not gotten rich by letting his emotions rule his intellect. This piece of damaged goods showed potential and his keen eye realized that there were some clients of his that would pay top dollar for an interlude with this exotic, diminutive beauty with the face of a child and the body of a woman. So he made a significant investment of money and time in rehabilitating her body.
Three months later a revitalized Kim Kawani, now known as Jade Star, made her debut as the top whore in the brothel, doing business on a scale that had never been seen at the place. She was now the proud possessor of a tight pussy and an even tighter asshole thanks to the outstanding surgeons imported from Europe, who not only repaired, but rejuvenated her damaged parts. While they were at it, some minor improvements to her eyes, nose and cheekbones were done that turned her face from cute to beautiful in a very exotic way. Asian women were not common to this part of the world and Jade Star caused a sensation and a sudden demand by the competing establishments for Asian prostitutes.
Unfortunately there was only one Jade Star and she ruled the shadow world like an empress, listening at all times to her counselor, the brothel owner, Xavier. Another tremendous advantage she had was her command of the English language, spoken by almost anyone who had a high position in the oil monopoly that had sprung up in Nigeria. Xavier had gambled and won a fortune with this young woman who he had brought back from the grave. In her first three months, Jade Star made nearly one million dollars for the owner who took it all as his due. To the young woman, money was not her goal, freedom was. So began the jockeying for position between the two. It would seesaw from time to time, but always she remained a virtual prisoner.
If the truth be known, Kim and Xavier had a great deal of mutual respect for each other, as well as backgrounds that had some odd similarities. Both had been born off-shore, but matriculated at universities in the US. Xavier was an all-American selection in two sports, lacrosse and soccer, while Kim was considered good enough to be given a soccer scholarship, that unfortunately she never got to use or enjoy. Despite this, what kept them bonded was their business. Each depended upon the other for its success. To Kim, this was just a way station on her return to the US and revenge for what had befallen her. Xavier was taking a much different view of her career, looking at her as an investment that would pay dividends for many years even as she lost her cachet. He had no loyalty to Kim; she was merely a valued employee. Like all valued employees, there would come a time when he would have to replace her, at a profit of course. Naturally neither confided in the other concerning their long term views of this relationship.
There were many nights when Luci had dreams about her missing and presumed dead sister, and this was one of them. Perhaps it had been the revelations of the coach, her injury, or merely the excitement attached with being where she knew her sister always wanted to be. This particular dream was unlike the others in that Kim spoke directly to her from a place foreign, almost alien to the girl. What she said made no sense at first; almost as if she were speaking in a strange tongue. Gradually Luci picked up a word or two that she understood, but the missing parts left her baffled as to what Kim was telling her. It dawned on Luci that her sister was wearing a mask that nearly replicated her appearance, except for subtle changes here and there. The significance of this escaped her completely.
Gradually the masked version of her sister began to change, to grow in size and shifting into a new physical form. Then the mask melted away and Luci was confronted by a grinning Nirobe Mirimba, who had replaced her sister and now was speaking in a language much akin to what Kim had used to try to communicate with her. Luci looked down at herself to discover she was clad in her sports bra and nothing else. When she looked up a soccer ball was flying straight at her head. The girl awoke screaming, waking the coach and even bringing a few members of the team to her room to see what the fuss was all about. She took some kidding, but the coach made everyone leave and sat by Luci's bed until the girl was overtaken by sleep. There were no other dreams that night, at least none she could remember upon awakening to the blaring speakers announcing that it was time to start the day.
Luci was determined to get onto the field today despite her recurring headaches. At the breakfast table, her little nightmare was discussed, but not the way she imagined it would be. The girls homed in on coach D rather than Luci, accusing her of attempting to seduce the wannabe. This is turn led to an open discussion of her little meeting in the showers with a number of the squad. Two of the ladies swore that she had seduced them, getting them to go with her into the back area of the showers where she then proceeded to get on her knees so she could eat out their freshly washed pussies. They said she was so sexed up that in order to prevent her from damaging their twats, they called for help and fortunately there were about a half dozen other girls showering, and they came to the rescue.
Someone had the good sense to get something to tie her hands with, and once this was done they dragged her out of the showers and into the weight room. They put her on a bench and took turns sitting on her face in an effort to calm her down. This only made her crazy and so a number of the ladies decided to see if fisting her would bring her to heel. One of the wings, who had big hands, finally calmed her down after fisting her for almost twenty minutes, most of that time spent tilting her uterus as her big fist pounded away at its entrance. Another girl laughed and observed that coach wasn't interested in having kids anyway,so they actually were doing her a favor.
Luci was stunned speechless to hear such lies, or were they? Did coach D have anything to do with her weird dreams? Luci decided that it would be safer and enhance her chances with the rest of the team if she got out of the coach's room and started sleeping around with the ladies as she was supposed to be doing. She was so busy plotting her own strategy that she nearly missed the comment made by Tiffany. The midfielder observed with an evil grin that perhaps coach D needed her attitude adjusted compliments of the lacrosse team.
"It looks as if someone who looks a lot like coach D has to spend a day or so over at the swamp riding the big green machine when she'd not being fucked cross-eyed by the mighty men of the university's lacrosse team. Remember how funny she walked for a couple of days after her last trip to the swamp?"
It was then that Nirobe piped up, arguing that coach D enjoyed the action she got over at the swamp too much, and instead needed to hang around with the guys that she knew.
"She needs a good round the clock, no holds barred, gangbang featuring the meanest studs in town. Those boys don't fool when they fuck. They do it to show the bitch who is the boss,and they do it just for the fun of it. No girl who goes through one of those twenty-four hours of hell ever volunteers for another unless she's been so fucked up by the first that her brain died."
That made everyone except the coach break into laughter. It was no secret among the players that their coach was heavy into cock, and loved to be put in her place every chance she got. Rumor had it that she had volunteered to be used round the clock by the lacrosse team and some of their closest friends and supporters, but at the last minute had chickened out after seeing what happened to another girl who had been put through the meat grinder previously. The coach glared at Nirobe and announced that she was to take twenty laps before practice and another twenty afterwards. The girl merely grinned and made a mock bow in the coach's direction, ending the discussion.
Somehow Luci made it out onto the field and coach D had her play on the back line for the first portion of the practice. To her surprise and delight Luci got her act together and even made a number of good deflections on kicks designed to open up the wedge for some quick runs by the wings. At the end of the first rest period she was reassigned to midfield and played beside Tiffany on the first team, holding her own and not making any serious mistakes. Tiffany even swatted her on the bottom,a great compliment, as they ran off the grass for the second break. Nirobe came over and whispered into her ear that she was expecting her tonight and to not be late. This was puzzling since she knew that another pair had drawn her for the evening.
When practice was over for the day, the temperature had climbed well over a hundred in the sun. It was now that coach D disciplined Nirobe Mirimba in a manner that she'd not forget for some time. The coach announced that she was using one of her overcalls. An overcall was the right of the coach to revise a player's discipline to her satisfaction before it was totally done. Overcalls were limited to one per practice,and rarely executed except for the most flagrant offenses, such as what occurred this morning at breakfast. The rest of the squad stayed around to see just what the coach had in mind for their star player.
Nirobe was made to strip down to just her shoes, before her hands were cuffed behind her back. A leather collar was locked around her neck and attached by a ten foot length of chain to the mowing machine that coach D had "borrowed" from the grounds people, who were invited to watch Nirobe's discipline in exchange for the use of their machine. It had a top speed of six miles an hour, an easy pace for any well-conditioned athlete. However doing it in the blazing sun after playing for half an hour without hydrating, then being forced to run on grass while restrained and stark naked made the pace somewhat challenging. Coach ran the girl at the machine's top speed until she staggered and came close to falling. Then she slowed to let her finish without collapsing in humiliation before her peers. It was a chastened Nirobe Mirimba who limped from the field.
(To be continued-lex ludite)
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