Soccer Slut Wannabes

                       Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 16 Revised

       Nirobe took a deep breath thanking her lucky stars that she had managed to evade any further damage to her well toned body. Already she was planning her next move, which was to make sure that whoever was calling the shots believed she had seen the light. Her thoughts were violently interrupted when the object inserted deep inside her clenched ass cheeks was activated, sending a bolt of electricity through her rectum and colon, making it feel as if her insides had caught fire. This was quickly followed by a brutal blow to the back of the neck, paralyzing her upper body for perhaps thirty seconds and utterly terrifying the prisoner that she had just been turned into a cripple for life. Nirobe lost control of her bladder and pissed uncontrollably while she heard laughter in the background, just before a vicious punch landed between her bare tits preventing her lungs from functioning. Even as she struggled to suck some air into her chest, a hand grabbed her hair and snapped the teen’s head back sending a lancing pain shooting down her spine. It took what seemed like an eternity before the soccer star was able to breathe and think clearly once again. It was then that she heard her new master's voice once more.

       " You may be a gifted athlete, but no match for me when it comes to wheeling and dealing. What I just gave you was just a slight taste of what you will suffer if I think you're trying to game me. Now there is another little test that you must pass before we have a partnership of sorts. We'll be making a little tape featuring you and a few of my friends showing just how loyal you can be to me. If you do as you're told and the tape is what I expect when it comes to content, we will have cemented out relationship. If not, you'll come to a very bad end and wind up like the other little soccer wannabe. "

       Nirobe was too frightened from her near death experience to do anything but whatever he wished her to do. How bad could it be? She loved taking on dozens of hard cocks for hours at a time. What would be so different this time? Then she wondered what had happened to the little soccer slut wannabe. Would she  be part of this tape or was she ticketed for something much worse? Her musings were broken by another powerful burst of electrical power that ran through her lower intestine causing her to foul herself much to the amusement of those surroundng her. She was unprepared for the high pressure soaking she received from what must have been a fire hose. It was so powerful that it tipped the stand to which Nirobe was attached, throwing her to the floor and adding another set of bruises to the others she had collected recently.

       She was pulled free of the stand, that gag checked and dragged from the room by her hair despite efforts to regain her feet. That had only gotten her a few kicks to the belly and crotch that brought up some bile. A few minutes later she was pushed into the back of a nondescript van,which would transport her to where the tape was to be made. She quickly discovered there were at least three escorts accompanying her. It became quickly obvious that they were going to use her body to pass the time while the van carried her to another location well outside of the town. She foolishly resisted and was severely punished.

       One of them put her in a choke hold and began compressing her windpipe. Nirobe's struggles didn't last long, just enough for another one to drive his boot into the shaved pubic mound of their cargo. Then the round robin raping began; first her cunt was fisted to open her up sufficiently to allow what felt like a small tree trunk to enter her fuck channel. While that was rooting deep inside her, another was seeing how much he could twist her tits by using her pinched nipples. The third one decided to fuck her asshole which still was loose from being stretched by whatever had been inserted into her rectum during her meeting with the boss of this gang of thugs. In this way they passed the time, except for a stop allowing the driver to have his fun with their passenger.

       Back at the swamp there was a feeling of trouble brewing on the matter of what was left of coach D. She was on the verge of leaving this world and the gang wasn't exactly able to figure out what to do with the body, if indeed she were to cash in her limited number of chips. All Doc could offer was the slim chance that perhaps his dad had some connection interested in a more than slightly used female with limited expectations. In the meantime there was a segment of the lacrosse population that wanted to party on until their all but broken little pinata gave up its last treat. Doc realized that there was a very good chance that all of them would face significant jail time for their part in the death of lady Diana. Their only hope was if they could make her demise appear to be accidental. What better way than to put her gasoline soaked corpse in an old clunker they had stolen recently and drive it off the local lovers leap with a full tank of gas, effectively getting rid of their problem? When he broached the idea he was cheered to the rafters, that is if this place had any. Fortified with this news they turned back to ruining what was left of the coach.

       She proved to be a tough old bird despite her skinny body. Doc shot her up one last time with his best fly-away drugs, as usual taking his normal or was it abnormal piece of the action. Knowing she was on her last legs he had deliberately injected her clitoris with some of the good stuff and it had responded by nearly doubling in size. Later on he would admit that fucking this near death specimen was one of the best lays he ever had, including his sister as well as the best female cadavers he had access to when he was working the night shift at the morgue.

       Doc received more cheers when he escorted the two lacrosse players carrying a very alert coach D for more fun and games. The drugs had brought her around as well as deadened the major wounds they had produced previously. In her absence someone had resurrected a forbidden item, a souped up version of a once popular device used to sexually excite women foolish enough to mount and ride it. To the lacrosse folks it was known far and wide as the womb wrecker. Coach D was about to learn first hand just how powerful and damaging it could be to its rider. A dazed lady Diana, hands tied tightly behind her back, was dragged over to the waiting machine. She too had heard the stories about this awesome destroyer of cunts, and like most women considered the tales to be nothing but the stuff of idle conjecture. Now she wasn't so sure.

       Lady Diana had ingested so many chemicals and in such volume that she was unable to understand the danger she faced. The squat rounded machine, with a patch of Velcro surrounded by a thick rounded shaft that looked somewhat like a real penis, had been brought to the center of what had become her personal torture chamber. It took the help of the escorts to get her properly mounted on the machine. The thick shaft had easily penetrated her dripping cunt without causing her any trouble. Now she waited calmly as the electrical cord was run into a metal box. Then without any warning the machine hummed into life and the fat shaft began stimulating her worn out cunt and oversized clitoris.

       She soon found herself surrounded by wild-looking, bleary- eyed savages who must have just come from the jungle looking for white women to rape and kidnap. She shuddered at the prospect of serving and servicing these creatures. Poor coach D had begun losing what was left of her mind. Those around her began getting restless; their victim seemed to be enjoying the ride, which was not the plan. One of them lost his temper and struck her across the side of the head, nearly knocking off the machine. That signaled the rest of them and it soon became a wholesale massacre with her the victim. She tried to dismount but found it nearly impossible the way she was situated with her knees straddling the machine and the Velcro keeping her skin attached to the body of the vehicle. It ended abruptly when one of the  savages brought his fist down on the top of her skull, making the poor woman bite her tongue almost in two. She passed out but remained attached to the machine.

       They held a council of war to discuss what would happen next. There was some excited talk but no real answer to deal with the problem of the cunt that wouldn't die. That was bad enough but Doc had talked to his dad and it was no go on him taking her off their hands. To make matters worse it would be sunrise in an hour or so, preventing them from ridding her by means of the flying clunker. Finally they decided to leave the issue undecided until everyone had gotten some sleep and something to eat. To show just how fucked up this gang of brutes truly were,a few decided that since their pinata was still alive they might as well use her since she was on the edge of leaving  anyway. Those interested in doing her drew lots to see who got her in what order. With that matter settled, everyone took their leave.

       It was well after noon before the entire gang of lacrosse folks assembled in the torture chamber to discuss what to do about their fuck and torture toy who had managed somehow to survive the last twelve hours without any help from drugs. Some of them were passing the time by seeing how much piss an extremely dehydrated coach D would swallow without any persuasion. Her badly cut tongue had finally stopped bleeding sometime during the time she was sexually satisfying the guys who wanted to use her. Lots of her cuts from last night had scabbed over and even her tits were looking almost normal considering how much punishment those rainbow colored fun bags had absorbed previously. Of even greater interest was the discovery of a few more attachments to the machine and some instructions on how to up the speed and power. There still remained the issue of keeping the skinny victim properly attached to the shaft. Then they learned that Doc wasn't offering any freebies when it came to drugs for the fuck toy. It looked as if they were on their own when it came to doing their victim.

       For a collection of low IQs, when it came to thinking up ways to hurt their little torture toy, the lacrosse folks were above average. They started out by changing the vibrating shaft that had been used on her previously. Next once she was settled into the proper position they glued her thin thighs to the sides of the machine so she couldn't move off the rotating shaft that would turn her big clitoris and surrounding territory into bloody mush. A leather bondage pouch, a souvenir of another orgy, was used to restrain her arms behind her back. Finally someone made a noose that went around her neck and was pulled tight to make her sit up straight and not slouch. Once everything was as it should be, the power was turned on and off coach D went at a gallop, her cunt starting to feel the attack of the fat shaft on the mucous membrane that protected her pussy under normal circumstances. The look on her face was priceless; eyes wide, face taut, her lacerated tongue flopping from between her bruised lips caused by all the blowjobs she had given last night.

       The audience of perverts and rapists surrounded their prey and watched the unequal struggle. For someone who had been through their version of bootcamp and still be functioning was an amazing feat. Unfortunately they needed a lot more gratification than watching the coach's face turn a bright red and her tongue loll out of the corner of her mouth like a dog. It didn't take one of them long to realize that her tits were swelling and the nipples were hard as stone. The coach was really getting turned on by what was happening to her twat, especially her swollen, giantic clitoris that seemed to throb in rhythm to the vibrating shaft grinding away inside her fuck box.

       This mob was not the type that let matters take their course. These dudes wanted action and plenty of it, not what their victim was providing so far. One got in her face and began cuffing her ears until they were a bright red. Had he been watching her face and the way her lips and tongue were moving, he might have witnessed her first orgasm of the day, a monster that made her bare body look like a giant tuning fork. To celebrate the event one of them yanked the noose tighter and watched with a stupid grin on his face as the skinny fuck toy's face turned red then blue, her eyes popping and that lacerated tongue still captured by her purple lips. Fortunately for the gang of rapists, sadists and perverts there were a few with clearer heads and one of them stepped up and took the noose away from his fellow lacrosse team member. For a few nervous moments it appeared the two were about to square off, but were distracted by the vomit that was spewing from their torture toy's mouth.

       There was a lively discussion about the degree and type of punishment their little fuck toy must suffer for her flagrant display of bad manners. Because she was still glued to the machine that was busily ruining what was left of her cunt, it wasn't realistic to have her taken off just so she could lick up her own vomit. They instead selected one of the  mob to use a rag to pick up the vomit. The low man on the lacrosse totem pole was naturally chosen. To make him feel a little better he was also given the opportunity to hurt the bad lady for making him do this menial job.

       Poor coach D, she was back where she was last night, the lowest of the low and possibly on the way to an even lower position in the grand scheme of lacrosse world. It was a toss up whether her vomit or the rag tasted fouler. Twice she dry heaved and was punished for these breaches of conduct. By then her ears were swollen shut from the repeated blows they absorbed for her misconduct. Finally her furious tormentor jammed the vomit soaked rag into her mouth and taped her lips shut to hold it in place. This only added to her misery since the only way to vent the terrible taste and smell was either swallowing or snorting it through her nostrils. There still was the decision of what to do to make the disobedient fuck toy remember her place in this world of hurt. After much arguing,swearing and threatening it was decided that her big tits should be coated with some of the left over flash powder and set off one tit at a time to keep the pain at a very high level for a long time.

       Regardless of her fate the humming machine was doing a great job of distracting coach D from her plight. That vibrating wand up against her huge clit was creating a massive amount of high grade pussy cream, not juice, cream! It had been spilling out and getting down into the Velcro pad upon which her ass cheeks were settled. She had been clicking off an orgasm every few minutes at first, but now they seemed almost continuous. She was too busy enjoying herself that she ignored the hands rubbing more of that powder into her big fat tits with extra attention given to her stiff nipples. Even when one of the grinning sadists approached with a burning piece of splintered wood she was nearly oblivious to what it foretold. He jabbed it into the torture toy's nipple, but not long enough to set off the powder. He was jeered by the rest of the animals, which annoyed him. His next jab went through her stiff nipple making her scream soundlessly into her gag at just about the time when the black powder flared up and started burning away the skin that it covered.

       Lady Diana had gone through the mill and then some. So it was no shock that her reactions to having her tit burst into flame were rather muted. It didn't take the powder long to burn down below the skin. Even though it extinguished quickly the heat lasted much longer and thus did more damage. Her nipple had shriveled to a crisp with more damage due to the extra layer of powder it had been given. Her entire body was still shaking and twitching from the burns. In addition her mental faculties had sustained additional damage that would prevent her, if she survived, from once more coaching ladies soccer in any capacity.

       Another of the lacrosse team picked the short straw and so got the privilege of setting off their skinny little fuck toy's other tit. The coach was in a daze from the first fire and so was just as surprised by the second erruption of flame that took place on her other tit. This fire burned hotter and longer thanks to the extra powder that had been lovingly rubbed into her tit and nipple. She fainted from the pain before the fire burned itself out, leaving behind a second charred tit with a nipple that looked like a small piece of charcoal attached to the smoldering landscape that once was meat covered with skin.

       While the members of the swamp continued to use and abuse their fuck and torture toy, little Luci Kawani was being prepared for a long trip to a far away place. However prior to that she was checked out for her ability to sexually satisfy both women as well as men. She'd been taken to a seedy motel well off the highway frequented by cheating husbands and wives, perverts of all stripes and members of local swing clubs who used this motel as their monthly meeting place. Her arrival was duly noted by the desk clerk who had seen everything at least twice. He was intrigued by the sight of this short Hawaiian honey with a set of tits that were awesome. She was stark naked with hands cuffed behind her back, her feet hobbled to make sure she wouldn't try   to escape the one holding her leash attached to her spiked metal collar.

       While her owner checked her in, the clerk made sure she was legal by hefting her big tits and sticking his tongue down her throat. When the clerk came up for air he took a series of photographs of the hot little wahine and gave him his key once money had changed places. She'd be working in the big room that could handle up to eight visitors at a time provided they were quiet. They laughed at that remark and then little Luci was led down a long corridor toward her place of business for the night. Meanwhile the clerk was busily posting her naked pictures on the corkboard behind the admissions desk. This one was going to be very busy if he knew anything about her owner. He was a regular and always escorting a hot piece of young pussy who would work her cute ass off before he led her out and stuffed what was left of her into the trunk of his Mercedes.

                       (To be continued - lex ludite)