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Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 14
Coach D didn't realize it, but she had made a few enemies during her time as the "protected" queen slut of the lacrosse team. The only thing that had saved her was the relationship she had with the lacrosse team's leader. During her reign she never stooped to servicing the rest of the team unless ordered by her owner, and the pressure for revenge had intensified when she became the coach of the women's lacrosse team. It went off scale when in her second year her team had won its conference and made it to the national semifinals, thanks to Nirobe Mirimba's efforts. Unlike her lacrosse peers, Nirobe was considered by the men to be a real player and it didn't hurt that she was quite generous with her favors when it came to doing the nasty. The urge for revenge upon coach D had been passed down from one team to the next when it came to her, and at last here was the perfect opportunity for vengeance.
All lady Diana, AKA the coach, knew was she was in terrible pain and needed lots and lots of cock to moderate the fire burning in her pussy. She was so juiced that she couldn't comprehend that her reactions to the mob of studs gang fucking her had something to do with all those injections she kept receiving every time she got tired or passed out from some terrible thing one of those brutes did to her bare body. At present she was still unsure of her situation and just exactly how she came to be in this madhouse inhabited by what seemed to be an army of animals disguised as men.
A group of these animals had just arrived and were dragging her downstairs, making gross remarks about her fate once they got her to the next destination. She couldn't help noticing that her tits had grown substantially and they hurt like fury, especially when they made contact with the rough floor. That amused her captors who seemed to go out of their way to make sure her bruised and bloated tits picked up plenty of splinters as well. This pain soon had a competitor. It had started back in the room where the "doctor" had injected her again and again, going through the center of her nipples and into the flesh that felt as if it was stretching. Now she felt hot, very hot, and the feeling grew stronger as they dragged her battered, well raped body along, taunting her that she might not survive the next round of gang fucking she would endure. She licked her lips, amazed at how much they had swollen and cracked, almost as if she had been out in the desert heat beneath the pitiless sun for the better part of the day. How could that be? With all the drugs flowing through her veins, it was not surprising that she could not think logically.
Her trio of escorts had grown tired of dragging her naked body across the floor, and decided to take a break and give themselves a reward for all the exertion she was causing them. They found an empty room that was in shambles, the typical look of a true lacrosse player's digs. One of them cleared off enough junk from the bed to allow him to sit. Lady Diana was forced to her knees before him. Not satisfied with this arrangement, they found a box for her to knell which allowed her ass to be skewered while she gave head to the one seated on the bed. He squeezed her big balloons and yanked the nipples until she screamed from the pain. That got her a brutal punch to the region between her shoulder blades. She gasped and whimpered, but there was no scream; she was learning despite her other physical problems. The other member of the trio forced her head forward, making it easy for his buddy on the bed to push his fat cock into her warm mouth. The coach was too slow in responding to his needs and she absorbed another punch, this time to one of her kidneys. The one getting his cock sucked, grabbed her by the ears and used them like reins to set up a rhythm that was satisfactory. Meanwhile the other one began working his thumb and then an additional finger into her tight asshole. His comment about how tight she was brought laughter from his buddies.
The trio settled into a rhythm, rotating from mouth to asshole with practiced skill as they made the coach into their own private blow-up doll. After a few minutes one of them observed that their victim was getting hot and he wasn't kidding about it. The others admitted they had noticed the jump in her temperature, but were too busy fucking her senseless to let anyone know about it. One even remembered that Doc wanted her to be kept dry since the drugs he pumped into her body would make her grow hot as a pistol. Aware of what was happening just made things more entertaining as far as they were concerned. However they were not prepared for her demands as they continued to fuck her bowlegged and made sure she got plenty of practice when it came to sword swallowing. Now she was begging, even demanding for more than they could deliver and that little fact annoyed them to no end. They resorted to beating her bare body back and front with heavy handed blows that shook her relatively frail form. Her swollen tits took dozens of vicious puches that left them even larger and more sensitive. Finally they decided that enough was enough. They were sure that the gang waiting for this freak would give her all she'd every want and well beyond if the truth were to be known.
The hair on the back of her neck stiffened as Nirobe felt something large beginning to press against her tight asshole. She shuddered almost against her will as she felt the pressure grow. Then his large hands wrapped around her stiff nippled tits and began squeezing them. It didn't take long for the chocolate beauty to react to the twin onslaughts on her shaking body. The pressure on her sphincter relaxed for a time and then returned with more force, bringing a new level of fear with it. Nirobe began to sweat, her body taking on a sheen that was quite noticeable and brought wise cracks from the group of rapists surrounding her. Those massive hands continued to crush her tits and his fingernails dug into her nipples and gave her something new to add to the other threats that occupied her mind. He was taking his time and building up the level of fear that was taking over her consciousness. She heard his voice ask for some "hot sauce" and that brought a round of laughter from the group.
Nirobe lost her control and began begging when the first little dab of the special ointment that came from Doc's stash was gently rubbed into the undersides of her average-sized tits. To give her something else to worry about beside the feeling that her fun bags had caught fire, the paddle blasted into the pebbled flesh of her ass. It caught her by surprise and nearly caused the filament bridging the gap between her nipples and clitoris to tear one or both regions from her body as she reacted blindly to the agony caused by the unexpected blow. The gang cheered and urged the punisher to greater efforts and he met the challenge. He soon replaced the heavy wooden paddle with a whippy rattan cane. Now she would have something to really frighten her into near madness. Nirobe shuddered with terror as she felt the outline of the cane measuring her rounded ass cheeks. He announced to her and the audience of rapists that the "black" beauty was about to experience the cane, and if she survived ten of the best, he would have the wire connecting her clitoris and tongue cut. He watched bemused as her entire body grew rigid, preparing for the onslaught. To make it more interesting he would rub some of the fiery salve into her firm, rounded buns. He was sure that a few blows would open some deep cuts and allow the ointment to begin burning deep into her muscular flesh.
Nirobe could not control her fear, which made his task even more enjoyable. His cane began tapping the top of her rounded buttocks, each tap growing a bit stronger than its predecessor. She started moving her body from side to side, perhaps a few inches each time. The maddening tapping continued as did her movements. Then without warning he struck, cutting into the crevice beween her jutting hams. There was a strangled yelp from her and she tottered, but held her position. Her reward was another cut in the same region, even harder this time. The wire moved to its limit and stopped, a tribute to her toughening will. He chuckled at her weakening responses to the game that was unfolding and quickly moved to another region, her well muscled back. The blow sounded like a rifle shot when it landed just beneath her shoulder blades. A strange part whistle and part wail emenated from their play thing and her body shivered as it absorbed the full power of that vicious stroke. He grinned and announced that he had almost broken his favorite cane on this darkie's back. Part of him was secretly annoyed that she still hadn't made the move that would cause the wire to break before it severed either her clit or tongue. There would be no more fun and games then, just pain and punishment, a great deal of both after he turned her over to the others for more disciplining.
He had been so busy caning his victim, the deep groan and the odd movements of her upper body took him by some surprise until he remembered the ointment he had lovingly and carefully applied to her firm tits not less than a few minutes ago. Now it had kicked in and the results were as advertised. She was reacting as if a fire had broken out on a portion of those solid jugs. To take her mind off her new problem he ripped into the firm flesh located just below those bouncy buns, breaking the skin on both legs and starting a small trickle of blood flowing down the backs of her legs. Tears began flowing down her cheeks as he rubbed some of the ointment into her big, firm ass cheeks. She knew what was in store for her very soon and he did not disappoint her. He went back to the maddening tapping and watched her body shake and twitch in response to the cuts, welts and the fire burning away on her firm knockers. He stopped tapping for a time and moved the tip of the cane across the ointment covered region of her bottom, extending the region that would soon be reacting to the chemicals eating away at the flesh he had covered.
Her adversary walked around her, poking and prodding her bare body with the cane for his amusement and to add to her fear. She was tougher than he thought, which was fine with him as long as she didn't embarrass him in front of his people; that would be unforgiveable. She might survive what happened to her for that stupid move, but she'd never play soccer or walk again after he broke every bone in her feet and legs. Worse yet this nympho would be hard pressed for any sexual relief after she got an acid douche, reserved for only the major league ball-busters, who were few in number and mostly in insane asylums. He jabbed his cane into the side of one of her tits and heard the muffled moan from beneath the hood. Too bad she'd never see his face, she'd have a fit if she did. Satisfied that she was on the verge, he grinned at his troops and gave them the high sign before taking up his position behind her straining body.
Nirobe sensed her doom and she was not disappointed. The first whistling strike cut her hams in two leaving a deep welt that broke when the second blow landed in the same spot. A ridge of swollen flesh grew rapidly around the bloody wound. Even as the third strike was only inches from her welted bottom did she finally break, bellowing as she pulled her upper body into its normal stance. The third blow made her feel as if her bottom had been sliced into two bleeding mounds. It took some seconds for her to realize that the excruciating pain associated with her tongue and clitoris being ripped from their moorings was absent. By some miracle the wire had broken leaving her still whole. She sobbed as her entire body quivered. He moved quickly to the front, facing his devastated victim and cut her tits in half with one savage stroke of his cane. The beads of blood from the previous strikes flew from the cane into the air from the impact of the blow.
He took a deep breath and with the final stroke his bloody cane found its target, Nirobe's swollen clitoris. For a few seconds there was dead silence in the room as the carmel colored beauty absorbed the pain and the audience held its breath waiting for the sound of her capitulation. They all were disappointed as the hooded woman crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. She had gone beyond her limit and had taken the only way out short of death. Her adversary smiled coldly and kicked her in the ribs to make sure she was not feigning to avoid taking more pain and suffering. There was still going to be plenty of time for more agony and mind shattering punishment. For the moment she would be meat for his slavering followers. At a sign from him they surrounded the unconscious victim and prepared to see how close to death they could bring her as they brutally raped her in every hole she had. He cautioned them with a simple request and what would happen if they went beyond.
"Be certain that when I return she lives and can feel pain or those of you who caused otherwise will suffer what was her due."
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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