Debbie felt every muscle in her young body protest as she ran. Her tortured tits bounced painfully, jiggling up and down. Never had she wished more for smaller jugs. Hr bruised flesh gleamed ugly and forbidding in the dim light. But she ran on. Even though her cunt hurt and her ass felt like it might fall off, she ran and ran and ran.
And ran into the arms of a tall, dark man walking out from one of the team offices. "God in heaven, what's this?" he exclaimed. "Do you always run around here mother naked?"
The man held her at arm's length, his eyes raking over the lithesome form. He stared at the way her tits had been bruised. He reached out a surprisingly gentle hand and stroked one of her cones of titflesh, as if testing it for temperature. His hand pressed in until she winced, then took hold of the tiny button at the very crest.
He rolled the nipple between his fingers until she moaned lightly and closed her eyes. The sensations lancing into her chest were nice. This was the way a man was supposed to handle her tits. Not the way Bradford had done, but this way!
"Ummm, that's so good. But please, I have to get away!" The man didn't answer. His hand moved to her waist. He traced the outline left by the chain which had held Debbie firmly to Sherry while Bradford butt fucked her. The man's exploring hand drifted lower, across her corn-silk blonde bush. The matted and tangled pussy fur parted for his fingers. She felt her legs opening wantonly as he stroked her puffy cunt lips. She sobbed and bit her lower lip as he found every single sore spot.
"Who are you?" he finally asked. While she tried to think of an answer, he continued to explore her body. He found her whipped ass and his fingers worked down into the humid canyon between her meaty asscheeks. She couldn't stand that, not after being raped up the ass so many times.
"God, no, not there!" she cried. "He raped me there. I… I don't ever want another man fucking me up the ass!"
The dark stranger hanging onto her arm didn't seem the least bit surprised at her outburst. He had even accepted her nakedness as if it were a common occurrence.
"Answer me," he said. "Who are you?"
"I… I'm Debbie, one of the cheerleaders. H-he did this to me!"
"He? You mean Bradford? My general manager did this to one of my cheerleaders? Answer me!" The man shook her until her teeth rattled. It was exactly the shock she needed to come to her senses. Panic fled finally, and she calmed down a little.
The girl started to consider what the man had said. "His" team? "His" cheerleaders? Who was he?
"Yes! Bradford! He did this to me and he's out on the field, fucking a friend of mine with a dildo until he can get his hard-on back. The then he'll p-probably rape her up the ass, too!"
"You escaped and you ran in here like this." The man stated it, he didn't ask. He shook his head slowly as if finally understanding a complex problem. "So that cocksucker didn't believe me, huh?"
"What's happening?" Debbie asked. "Who the fuck are you?" She would have recoiled in horror at such coarse language a few days before. She had been changed mightily by the events of this evening.
"I'm Nichols, the owner of the team. And I warned Bradford about fucking around with the cheerleaders. We had a big mess with one little redhead about six months back. We hushed it up and he promised not to do it again."
Nichols' eyes drifted down to the matted pussy fleece covering Debbie's snatch.
"I see he lied to me."
"He… he's out on the field raping my friend. She's a cheerleader, too. Sherry!"
"Don't worry I know her boyfriend, Ben. He's one of the star players on the team. Come with me."
Nichols turned and walked into the office. He snapped on the light switch. And picked up a phone. He dialed and smiled just a little, grim and determined, while he waited for someone to answer. Finally, he said, "Ben? Mr. Nichols. Yeah, sure. Look, you better get over here. Bradford's raping your girl. Hell, I don't care what you do to him. Bradford doesn't work for me any longer… Just don't kill the son of a bitch. I don't want you in jail."
Nichols hung up the phone with a decisive click. "That takes care of our Mr. Bradford, once and for all. But what about you?"
Debbie didn't know what be meant for a minute. Then it hit her. She could sue the team. She could make millions off this. But something about the way the man spoke told her that wasn't the best course of action. She could get more in the long run by going along with him.
"I… I joined the cheerleaders for exposure. This wasn't the type of exposure I meant."
"I know," he said tiredly. "You thought about hitting the movies, the big time in television. Some producer would discover you and you'd be on easy street for the rest of your life."
She admitted she had thought that.
"It doesn't happen, doll. Never." His eyes worked over her bruised and battered body. She felt suddenly naked in front of him. He was looking at her more as a desirable woman now than a battered remnant of a berserk man's lust.
"You're saying I could do better some other way?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Look, you're gorgeous. Hell, I can see real beauty no matter how dirtied up it is. You're pretty. And you're smart. You picked up on what I'm saying right away. I dig you. Together we can go places and do things you never could on your own."
"What if I just want out? What if I just want money?"
She felt herself becoming strangely aroused by this man. His whole demeanor was one of total command. She didn't feel the way she had felt with Bradford. She wanted to obey when Nichols spoke. And she knew then from the melting feeling inside her cunt that she would do whatever he wanted.
He was the dominant one, he commanded and she was nothing more than a slave for him.
"You don't," he said.
"What do I want?"
"The same as everybody else. Power. Money. Fame. And with me, you, can get all that. But you want something else, too. I can feel it. Some of these aggressive chicks are only looking for a man to tell them what to do. You're not one of those types, are you?"
"No," she said shyly. She almost blushed and didn't know why.
"Yes, you are. And I'm the only one strong enough to tell you what to do. You're going to stay with the cheerleaders and you're going to stay with me. And right now, we're going up to the top of the stadium."
"But…"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her along. She tried to protest again, but felt the sharp sting of his hand spanking her hot ass. Debbie moved along faster, barely keeping up with the man as they went up the steep steps of the stadium. When they had come to the very top row, he turned and pointed out over the city. Only a thin railing prevented her from falling more than ten stories to the parking lot below.
"That's my city. I'm filthy rich and I own just about everything and everybody worth coming here. You can share it. You WILL share it."
He moved behind her, pressing her body into the railing. She put her hands onto the cold steel pipe and pressed hard against the man's body. Debbie felt an instant of vertigo as she looked down at the tiny cars in the lot.
"I… I'm afraid of heights."
"Then it's time you did something about it."
His meaty hands pinned her slender wrists to the railing on either side of her body. He moved behind her naked body and pressed harder. She could feel the hard lump growing at his crotch. A thrill passed through the girl's body.
It was happening to her again!
Nichols was going to rape her just like Bradford had done. This time, however, it felt different. He was dominant, but he didn't seem cruel. She wanted to obey when he commanded. And if he wanted to fuck her, no matter how much her cunt and asshole hurt from the raping earlier, she wanted him to go ahead. She wanted him to fuck her!
"Do it," she said, her voice catching in her throat. "Go on and fuck me, if that's what you want to do!"
"Of course it is. And I don't need your permission to do it. You're mine now, and whatever I order you to do, you'll do it. Fast!"
"Yes, yes!"
She felt her heart beating faster. She let her tits rise and fell, the cold night air causing gooseflesh to spring up on her once smooth knockers. She thought back to the way Bradford had chained and raped her on the football field.
This was different. She wanted Nichols' cock. She wanted him to be happy. She wanted whatever he wanted.
She bent forward over the rail as soon as she felt his prick nudging between her thighs. The girl opened her stance a little to more widely expose her snatch to his questing prick. The long, hard, hot spike of cockflesh rested lightly against her bruised pussy lips, but the cheerleader didn't feel pain. She was thrilled.
A man, a real man, not the pseudo-macho type of fucker that Bradford was, Nichols was the real item. His cock was immense and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me long and hard. I want to feel it. I… aaaieeee!"
His prick slammed into her juicy, needy cunt. His hands clasped her wrists firmly to the railing. She was pulled apart by his arms and impaled firmly by his throbbing pillar of prick. And she loved it.
"More! Give me more!"
"I'll give you whatever I please and you'll love it!"
"Yes, yes, anything you say!"
The girl couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had found a man who dominated her without abusing her. She was putty in his hands. She would do literally anything for more of his cock. The way it filled her to overflowing turned her on almost as much as his commanding airs. He was a real stud and not afraid to show it. He could deliver hard and fast fucking that Bradford never had!
His prick slid balls deep into her cunt. She sucked in her breath and held it. She felt the nearness of his powerful body. Straightening a little, she brushed his firmly muscled chest and belly, her ass fitting perfectly into the curve of his crotch. He pulled back out of her tightly clinging, steamy interior, with a lewd squishing noise.
He fucked back into her cunt, the power of his stroke forcing her forward over the railing. She panicked. For an instant she felt as if she were falling. But he was strong enough to hold her. She didn't have anything to worry about, he would protect her, and he would tell her what to do. He would never allow her to fall, unless she displeased him. Debbie wanted nothing more in the world than to please Nichols. The man could give her everything she had wanted out of life. Fame. Wealth. Even power. But now those things seemed like adolescent fantasies, they were no longer as important to her as being with him, listening to him speak, obeying him when he ordered her. She wanted to be his slave…
"Fuck me good!" she begged. "I'll do anything to please you!" Her words were cut off by the fear of falling again. She looked straight down ten stories. The fear racing through her body fed her lust. She felt his cock splitting apart her pussy lips. The thrill of danger and the excitement of his prick built an orgasm inside her.
She looked out over the city, lights twinkling in the dark, and came. Hard! Her only thought was how she could best please the man fucking her. Debbie had found her dream.