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The Basketball Team #8
Tom groaned and sat back on the bench. Things had gone terrible
for his daughter's team since the whistle had blown. For some
reason, they seemed slow... listless... almost like they weren't
really trying. And why did they all seem to waddle rather than
run like the black girls? Even Melanie, his daughter, was playing
a terrible game. What was going on? He looked over at Synthia,
hoping that she would do something, but the woman just sat there
looking...almost stunned.
That bitch had got him to put up... how much for this game? And
now this niggar beside him had gotten him to bet another $500.
This fucking game was going to cost him a weekend in Barbados
with his secretary. Fuck basketball!! I never want to see the
game again, and when I get these two bitches home I'm going to...
The ball went through the hoop; two more points for the home
team, and the crowd went wild. The black girls moved with smooth
animal grace and could do nothing wrong. 'Course it helped that
the white team seemed so... listless.
**
Synthia breathed a sigh of relief as the opposing team scored
again. They were already ahead by ten points, and were playing
well. The way things were going, she'd be out of this nightmare
in a couple of hours. Then, she told herself, she'd be in a
police station so quick...
TWEET!
The whistle blew. Moving mechanically, the coach signalled for
two girls, Elizabeth and Whitney, to replace two of their team
members. The two girls groaned. Each member of the team had a
thick butt plug up their ass and a small, actively buzzing dildo
in their pussy. Something to help them enjoy the game more, Larry
had told them, laughing. As long as the girls just sat there, it
wasn't too bad; even pleasurable (Terry, on the far end of the
bench, was rocking back and forth, her eyes closed and lips
parted), but running and playing... well, it wasn't much fun.
And the shifting of the strange members did nothing to encourage
swift movement, even if they were not so tired out...
The two girls did as they were told though. Larry had let them
know in no uncertain terms what would happen if they did anything
unusual. They wanted out of the nightmare as badly as Synthia.
Moaning, they got to their feet and half waddled onto the court.
Regina and Shanda limped off, their faces shiny with sweat.
Their hands went to their crotches to ease the shifting when
they sat down.
TWEET!
Synthia sighed as the play resumed, shifting uncomfortably on the
seat. That fat black bitch had stuffed her aching ass with a
massive dildo after the dog had finally finished. After the dog's
cock, it hadn't seemed too bad, big as it was, but now her poor,
abused asshole was finally tightening back up, and the plastic
cock felt like a tree trunk. Especially with the almost equally
large dildo inhabiting her pussy.
Only a couple more hours...
**
Alice O'Donald looked around uneasily as the buzzer went off at
half time. She was closer to the court than her husband, and she
was sure that something was wrong. The girls looked... almost
sick... like they were in pain, or something. She'd tried to
catch her daughter's eye, but Melanie had ignored her, playing
the worst game she'd played in her life.
Pulling her fur around her shoulders, she tried to stand.
"I don't think so, maam," the black man - Tiny - said, glaring at
her. " There's a lot our'n money, and you's never knows who might
wanna get it and might take a piece or you fine white ass sides
from you."
The redhead looked around. Her husband was lost behind a sea of
black faces as the crowd milled around. He had a point; maybe she
should stay where she was. Clutching the bag of money on her lap,
she remained at the official's bench. She didn't know which she
feared more, the black crowd or the big black bodyguard she had
at her side.
**
The frightened girls trooped into the dressing room. Some of them
huddled on the bench, shaking and crying, but others, such as
Terry and Sandra, leaned back against the wall, rubbing their
crotches through the thin skirts of their basketball uniforms.
The
willowy blonde had come three or four times during the first
half, once while actually on the court.
Synthia came in last, almost waddling with the two large dildos
stuffed in her ass and pussy. She looked around at her players,
but received mostly hostile stares in return. They blamed her for
their predicament.
Larry walked in, followed by half a dozen black teenagers.
Synthia groaned: "What now? Aren't we doing what we're supposed
to do? We're losing the fucking game."
Larry just grinned at her. "Pretty uppity for a dogfucker."
Synthia turned red and dropped her eyes. "'sides," the black man
went on, looking at the girls, "this thing's not done yet. Yo
losin, alright, but there's still time t' turn it around. I'm
here to tell you that's a bad idea."
Synthia started to say something, but Larry turned to the
players. "OK... everyone pair up." The girls just sat there.
"Now" He grabbed Regina by her short hair and pushed her over on
the bench next to Whitney. The two girls glared at each other,
but did as they were told. Soon, they were sitting, facing each
other on the bench. And, in short order, there were five pairs of
girls.
Marty rushed in, short of breath. "Am I late?" Walt, the
cameraman ran in behind him. "You promised you wouldn't start
without me, spook."
"Didn't start nothing yet," Larry growled, deliberately ignoring
the director's manner of speaking.
Marty ignored them, looking at the girls: "Alright, ladies... you
girls are all gonna star in my next film, 'Hoop Sluts'. For the
next half hour, you're gonna neck with your friends. Or else."
The girls groaned, but no one protested. They knew it was
hopeless. One by one, each pair began to kiss each other. At
Marty's prompting, and under Wilt's viewfinder, the action got
heavier and heavier. Before long, tops were open... breasts
squeezed... tongues entwined... sweating, half-naked teenage
bodies writhing...
At Marty's instructions, Walt paid particular attention to Regina
and Whitney. He found the contrast between the butch, tomboy and
the sweet, young looking blonde irresistible. The two girls both
hated it, but with a little 'persuasion', they were soon giving
it their all: humping and moaning and writing like a couple of
lesbian sluts.
<"A natural," Marty sighed, looking at Regina. "A fuckin'
natural... and photogenic! What a find. Yes sir. The kid
comes through again. I am a genius.">
Lucy walked into the dressing room. Smiling, the fat black woman
looked around. She saw Synthia, sitting by herself at the back of
the room. When she pointed it out to Larry, he called her over
and had her kneel before him and suck his cock for the remainder
of the break.
He came in her mouth just as the buzzer went off. Lucy, who had
been looking forward to having her pussy sucked, heaved a sigh of
disappointment.
**
Tom looked away, swallowing angrily. Things went even worse in
the second half. The white girls just didn't seem to have any
energy. Even after the half time break, his daughter looked
tired...almost dazed. He looked down at his wife, wondering
how he could get his $500 back from this bloodsucker beside
him, but Alice was pretty much blocked from sight as the home
crowd, ecstatic with their team's unexpected success, was
jumping up and down in the bleachers.
Tom groaned as another two points lit up on the home board. He
would have to forget those new clubs he wanted. This damn game
was costing him a fortune.
**
Synthia glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes left in the game,
and they were hopelessly behind. Nothing could win the game for
them now. There wasn't enough time. That black bastard had done
it to her... Now she would sneak out and get the police... she'd
have the last laugh on that niggar...
Synthia looked around. Time to make a her exit. Everyone was
blocked off. She wasn't sure the blacks would let them go. She
didn't want to take any chances. Moving carefully, her ass and
pussy still painfully full, she slid off the bench and moved
slowly back under the bleachers.
Safely out of view, she turned and hurried as best she could down
the corridor towards the exit. The crowd let out a roar behind
her - another two points for the home team - but she didn't care.
All she cared about was getting out of this...
"Mmph..."
A black hand slipped over her mouth and pulled her into a side
room. She struggled furiously, but her head hit the doorjam and
everything went black.
**
Alice watched, wide eyed as Synthia slipped off the bench and
hurried away out of sight down the corridor. Something was
definitely wrong. Frightened, she turned to run to her husband,
but a large hand on her knee froze her in place.
"We don't be wanting to be doin' that, do we?" Tiny asked,
leaning over and putting an arm around her shoulder. The redhead
tried to scream, but all she could manage was a quiet whimper.
Even if she had screamed, it would have been lost in the screams
of the crowd.
Under the table, Tiny's hand crept up towards her crotch... His
fingers tore a hole in the pantyhose and slipped into her slit.
"You'll just sit and enjoys the game. Lest you'll like has to go
to the can. I be happy to take you." Tiny offered smiling, as at
that warm hairy slit his fingers were exploring.
**
The final buzzer went off.
The home crowd burst into a frenzy of screaming and shouting,
rushing down onto the court.
Tom rose up to try to get to the table and retrieve his wife.
Frank pulled out his trusty old sock and hit him behind his ear.
The roll of silver dollars did the work just like always. Tom
sank to his knees and Frank pushed his way through the crowd,
using the impromptu blackjack to overcome obstacles.
**
Whitney heaved a sigh of relief as the buzzer sounded. It was
over... finally over. At last she could get the bloody dildo and
butt plug out of her body, escape this madhouse and get back to
her life. And Regina... she felt a bad taste in her mouth at the
thought of what she'd been forced to do with that dyke bitch.
Well, she'd have to do something about...
"Ahhh..." The blonde girl staggered and dropped to her knees as
she was knocked forward by one of the crowd. She tried to get to
her feet, but there were too many people. She thought she would
be crushed, but a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her through
the crowd, protecting her from the worst of the crush. She was
pulled towards an exit at the back of the gym and, finally,
through a pair of doors.
She looked up to thank her protector, but suddenly let out a
scream when she realized...
**
Melanie looked around, confused as the sea of black bodies broke
over the basketball court like a tidal wave. She thought she
heard her name being call and looked over towards her official's
bench.
"Mom!"
It was her mother. She was bent over the table, her legs splayed
wide and dress bunched up around her waist. A large black man
stood behind her, pumping his hips back and forth.
Melanie let out a yell and started trying to fight her way
through the crowd towards the table. It quickly became
impossible to make any headway. Hands grabbed at her, squeezing
her breasts and crotch... Finally, one of the hands didn't let go
after copping a feel, and she felt herself pulled away from her
mother.
A man stepped in front of her mother and slipped his cock into
her screaming mouth just as Melanie was pulled out the exit.
**
Frank walked through the crowd to Larry. The coach was standing
there with two struggling teenagers writhing in his grip.
"Got em all?" the bookie asked.
Larry grimaced. "The bitch coach done slipped away on us."
"Shit! I wanted that bitch for me. She'll have the cops down on
us... quicker than shit."
"I know, but there's nothin' we can do bout her right now.
Where be Tiny?"
Frank looked around. "I get's him," he said, sauntering back into
the crowd. "You get the bus loaded."
Larry watched for a second and then walked towards the exit, the
two girls still writhing in his grip...
**
Tiny was in heaven.
The redhead's pussy had been special, but her ass... so warm and
tight you'd think she'd never been reamed out up there before.
And the feel of her body as she kicked and screamed under him...
A crowd of on lookers were offering advice and one man had
filled Alice's mouth to help quiet her cries for help.
"Tiny!" The bodyguard looked up to see his boss looking at him.
"You bastard. What the fuck yo be a doin? We got's to get outta
here. Let's go. And better not forget's that money."
Tiny sighed... but orders were orders. Letting out a grunt of
effort, he grabbed the woman's red hair and pulled her back so
that her body was almost parallel to his, directly in front. The
extra weight pulled her down and his cock slid even further into
her guts. Keeping one arm around her, he picked up the bag and
began walking towards the door. The redhead let out little grunts
of pain with each step as her body was suspended off the ground
by the cock buried deep in her ass.
Frank was waiting at the door when Tiny arrived. The bookie
grabbed the money and followed his bodyguard and Alice out the
exit.
"Room for more," Lucy called out. "Best hurry on up here...
Where you get that there white whore??"
"It be a two-fer sale you old whore and don't be trying to take
her for your crib. She be 'tached to me by dick!" Tiny explained
as he mounted the steps with the dazed Alice firmly impaled on
his dick.
