Soccer Slut Wannabes

                               Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 13

       Coach D had made a significant inroad in the opposition, having gone through four groups of three without so much as a deep breath. This was not the way things were supposed to be going.  By now she should be begging for a break, complaining that her asshole and pussy were sore as twin boils. After a short conference between the team captain and Doc, it was decided that after the first rotation, likely to be completed within less than a half hour, the coach would be taken to the bathroom for a little deviation from the original script.

       When little Luci Kawani awoke in the van, she immediately realized it was Nirobe who was blowing her sweet breath into her lungs. Almost instantly the soccer slut wannabe went from dry as dust to an Amazon rain forest in nothing flat. Her glands might be in good working order, but the rest of her body was in dire need of plenty of oxygen and rest. Then she heard her idol start to cry and that absolutely floored her. She could not imagine anything that might cause such a reaction from this paragon of strength and feminine power.

       Things got a bit jumbled for a time, especially since the van had come to a halt while she was being strangled by the thick cock that someone had wedged deep inside her throat, cutting off her air supply and slowly suffocating her. Her eyes hurt from the harsh light coming into the van, but the hood that was put over her head addressed that issue. She was then forced to plow her way through high grass and nettles that stung her bare flesh from the waist down. After climbing some crude steps, she was pushed into a house and after a few twists and turns found herself in a room that must have been fairly large since she could hear the sounds of quite a few other people moving about in this space.

       Hands came from every direction to fondle her big tits and tight little pussy. A finger was wedged into her asshole and rotated. Someone spanked her butt, and another tongue began licking the entrance to her cunt. Teeth nibbled on her tits and nipped at her stiff nipples. Luci was many things, one of them being a highly sexed teenager. Her sparse pubic hair was plucked by one aggressive individual. The pain however was overtaken by the pleasure that also radiated from her excited external sex organs. She was so caught up in this whirlpool of attention and sexual stimulation that she lost contact with Nirobe, who she knew was in the vicinity.

       Her ass cheeks were parted and she felt the head of a cock, a very stiff and large tool, bumping against her tight sphincter. Simultaneously a set of hands grabbed her pillowy tits and began mauling them. It was then that she heard the first pistol shot sound of wood meeting firm ass. She thought she heard a muffled cry of pain and then there was a second, even louder noise, and she definitely heard the sound of Nirobe's panic stricken voice screaming at the top of her lungs.

       Nirobe lost control of her bladder and pissed all over herself as her captors roared with laughter. Immediately after the second blow from the paddle exploded against her firm ass, the cords running from her  stretched nipples were cut, freeing them. However in her mind those sore nipples had to be tearing away from the soccer slut's perky tits. She had been frighened out of her mind and totally humiliated in front of these hooligans. Nirobe Mirimba vowed vengeance.

       Then the paddle blasted into her sore ass once more and she nearly jumped from her skin. As she was recovering from the latest fright, she heard her adversary, the one who seemed to be the leader of this pack of brutes. "Not so uppity are you now? Think you're off the hook? Well think again bitch, we're just warming up. You ain't seen or felt nothing yet!" The paddle flattened her tits this time and Nirobe lost her balance and crashed to the floor, striking her head.

       She lay there dazed, little explosions of stars passing before her eyes. She could hear voices, but couldn't understand what the words meant. A mouth closed over her hooded clitoris and began sucking. Then a tongue came into play as well. This was not one of those brutes, the technique was too sophisticated. It was insidious the way this mouth was taking command of her clitoris.

       Against her will that little nubbin of sex flesh was growing larger with each gentle suck and lick. The little man in the boat was now out from the protection of the hood and very, very erect. Could this unknown person be Luci? If so, why was she doing this, making Nirobe more and more vulnerable to whatever new surprise they had in store for her? That  possibility became reality as she felt the thin cord capture her erected clit. "Got you now bitch!" She groaned inwardly as she recognized his voice. She was about to suffer some new form of torture at this monster's hands.

       Coach D was escorted to the large bathroom located upstairs. She left a trail of cum that dripped steadily from her fuck tunnel and asshole.This would not do, so the team captain had her retrace her steps and kneel down so she could suck the cum from the filthy stairs, which  hadn't seen a mop or even water in at least two years, but in that period had absorbed untold amounts of vomit and spilled beer. A couple of her frustrated sex partners vented their irritation with her performance on the mattress by whipping her back and ass with their belts as she cleaned up the mess she had made.

       It was slow going because of the stairs, which were very difficult to climb while on her knees. She made better progress once she reached the second floor and was able to move quicker, even though she still had to retrace her steps every few feet as the cum continued to leak from her well stretched holes. It was most entertaining to her audience and so they did not begrudge her a few minutes of rest before they dragged her into the bathroom.

       Waiting for her were three bulging enema bags filled with mysterious liquids that bubbled and hissed, as well as a toilet nearly overflowing with day old piss and uncounted turds floating and submerged in the foul smelling bowl. There had been a heated discussion prior to her arrival concerning whether or not she should drink the contents of the bowl or just be dunked in the mess until she passed out and nature took its course.

        Then there was the matter of the golden showers. Some wanted them to be given while she held the enemas, others wanted her to swallow those golden offerings before taking the enemas, on the theory that it would make the enemas even more painful to the coach if they were given on a full stomach. Doc made the call and decided a compromise could be achieved. So coach D would be swallowing piss from the tap, so to speak, while she took the enemas. One could call it a win-win or a lose-lose situation depending on whether you were a lacrosse player or the soccer coach.

       Things went well for the first enema. It was swallowed up by the coach's colon without too much trouble, while nearly half the team emptied their bladders into her open mouth. A few times she tried to turn herself into a fountain, but the lacrosse team was wise to the ways of their sex partners who often tried to do the same trick. A half dozen blows to the base of her spine using the buckle end of the belt was enough to convince her of the folly of that tactic.

       Whatever was in the second enema made their guest feel as if her lower intestines were melting. Her screams were so loud that they nearly shattered glass. She writhed and twisted so much that hardly any piss found her mouth. On the bright side, lots of the stinging stuff found her eyes which only added to her general misery. When Doc heard that some genius had added a jigger of lye to the already scary mixture, he hit the ceiling.

       Immediately he ordered the players out of the bathroom so he could straighten things out and keep the soccer coach from losing half her lower intestines. It was touch and go, but in the end, if you'll pardon the pun, he managed to counteract the damage caused by this dolt, who was suspended from access to Doc's medicine cabinet for one month, a very serious penalty. After a consultation with the team captain the fun resumed, minus the third enema.

       Coach D went bobbing for turds, being held under while the members slowly counted up to eighteen, the number of players on the squad. To make it more interesting, some of the hardier types took a turn on her gaping asshole, jamming their cocks in and out as fast as they could go while the others chanted and counted to the magic number as she was submerged. At the ten minute mark one of the keener-eyed players saw the first evidence that she was taking on piss along with perhaps a turd or two.

       "Thar she blows! Bubbles on the aft quarters; she's beginning to list to the side." In fact the poor dazed woman was struggling to avoid just what was happening. When she was pulled to the surface she not only coughed up brown chunks, she also expelled plenty of the yellow stuff through her nostrils. Things really got rolling after that. It took longer and longer for the gang to count to eighteen, meaning she had an opportunity to take on even more turds and piss with each dunking.

       No one really remembers when she finally passed out, but it was at least another round or two before someone noticed she was unconscious. By then her face was coated with a brownish mess that prevented anyone from observing that her face had turned a pale blue and her eyes were shut tight. There were no volunteers to give her CPR.

       The best they could do was drape her limp body over the edge of the large tub and pound on her back in an effort to make coach D clear her lungs. Doc described her recovery as nearly miraculous, and to celebrate, two very well hung studs took turns sodomizing her to welcome her back into the swamp and even more fun and games.

       After a shower so hot it nearly removed the skin from her shaking body, she took a detour into Doc's room for a quick checkup that included his cock stretching her asshole before emptying into her mouth. Satisfied that she was capable of continuing her job of entertaining the troops, he shot her up with a few more drugs to keep her in tip-top condition as far as her sexual appetites were concerned.

       To even the playing field, he suggested that the temperature of the rec room be raised significantly through the use of space heaters, and the coach receive nothing to drink, even piss and cum were off limits, until she was fucked to a frazzle and begging for mercy. What she didn't know was that the last injection she got, in the gums, would elevate her body temperature and metalbolism to such a point that she'd almost literally burn herself to a crisp fucking any stud that came near her.

       Nirobe made no effort to struggle as they prepared her for the next ordeal. She let them bend her body at the waist while a zipper in the hood was opened to give access to her mouth. When ordered to stick out her tongue she hesitated for a moment, long enough for someone to land a brutal punch to her right kidney. The pain was excruciating and convinced her it was wiser to do as they ordered rather than suffer needless agony and still be coerced into following their commands. The cord was looped around the middle of her extended tongue and pulled tight until she was certain another yank would slice it in two.

       When they began to tighten the thin line connecting her tongue to her clit, she realized what a precarious position she was being forced to assume. Her limber body was forced to extend itself further and further to avoid having either her tongue or clit severed. Sweat began to pour from her glands, and the first tell-tale shivering started in the backs of her legs. The merciless tightening of the thin line ceased and she exhaled in relief.

       Without warning her firm ass cheeks were split in two horizontally by either a riding crop or whip. It felt like fire as the welt bloomed from her taut skin. Then she took a deep breath as she felt hands spreading her ass cheeks apart. They were going to sodomize her, and there was nothing she could do but pray that she didn't panic and ruin herself permanently. She froze when she recognized his voice, announcing that he was going to thoroughly enjoy making her beg for mercy while he turned her asshole into mush.

                       ( To be continued - lex ludite )