Debbie had to get herself together. She tried to brush out some of the dirt from her hair, but failed. Crying bitterly, she made her way to the locker room. Never had she felt so used, so humiliated. The only consolation was the fact that Bradford hadn't done all this to her in full sight of the team. She didn't know if she could bear the thought of anyone witnessing such utter degradation.
Forced to suck off the general manager! She shivered in reaction to the thought. She wanted this job, she wanted this job BAD but not if she had to put up with shit like this. There were limits. She could get her big break in other places.
She wiped some of the tears from her cheeks and then stopped. What did it matter if they stained her face or not? She would leave the big salty tracks behind. She would wear them as a badge, a symbol of her degradation. She opened her locker and saw her clothing inside. For a moment, she flashed on the prospect of everything being okay after all. The locker room was quiet, even serene. It seemed something out of a nightmare, what had occurred to her out on the playing field.
"Hey, kid," said Sherry, coming in from the shower, "what's wrong? You look a mess."
Debbie made a motion to cover up the drying white jizz in her hair. The dust and grass still matted it firmly to her head so that she didn't have much to worry about in that respect. The other girl would be hard pressed to identify the cum.
But Sherry did, anyway. She sucked in her breath. Debbie noticed the way the other girl's tits heaved and jiggled. Seeing her naked made her seem more vulnerable, as vulnerable as she herself had been before the lustful desires of Mr. Bradford.
"So that cocksucker got to you, huh?" said Sherry, continuing to towel herself. She shook her head, strands of her lustrous black hair flying in all directions. "Don't say I didn't warn you. He's bad news."
"I'm going to quit. I don't have to do disgusting things like that!"
"Disgusting? Like what?"
"He made me s-s-suck him off!"
"So what's so bad about that? You're no virgin. Hell, kid, I can tell just looking at new girls if they are or not. You carry yourself around like a chick who knows the score. Don't let it get you. The money's not so good on this so called job, but the fringe benefits are great."
"Like what?" asked Debbie, bitter.
"Like probably why you wanted the job in the first place. The Condors may not be the top team in the league but they play the top teams. That puts us on national television a few times each year. You're thinking that somebody out there is going to see you cheering your little heart out, maybe ogle your bod a bit, and then offer you big bucks."
"So?"
"So it might happen. It's happened a couple of times to others. One of the other cheerleaders went into commercials. She's making a pile of coin a year now. Good money. Another went into the Grade B movies. Not as much prestige but a hell of a lot of exposure and money and the chance to move into the big time."
"I want that, sure," said Debbie, leaning against her locker door. "But I won't put up with Bradford doing all those vile things to me. He seemed to expect to be able to command me and have me jump through a hoop."
"He expects it from all of us. But he'll tire of you just like he did of me."
"You?" Debbie was shocked. She thought Sherry was strong enough to fend off any such advances. She was obviously wrong.
"Sure. I had to put out to get a job. He just waited a little longer to get his 'finder's fee' with you. Just be lucky he didn't want more. Like I said, as soon as somebody prettier comes along, he'll forget all about you. He's scum, but don't let him get, to you." Sherry finished drying her slender legs, gave a quick run of the towel over her snatch and shivered mildly. "Ummm, that feels good. I think I'll go find Ben and see if he's interested in stuffing something a bit bigger up my crotch."
"So you think I should just avoid Bradford?" asked Debbie, not sure what to say. "Sure. And then find yourself someone on the team to ball. Like Ben but I'll rip your throat out if you make a play for him. But yeah, find some guy on the team who's big and strong and ugly if anybody messes around with his chick. Bradford's not stupid. He'll leave you alone then."
"But we're not supposed to fool around with any of the team."
"Sure," said Sherry, smiling, "and now you know why Bradford doesn't like the competition." With that, the slender cheerleader stepped into her jeans, wiggled her ass firmly into them and then turned and left without another word.
Debbie watched her go, wanting to stop her, to talk more. She didn't want to be left alone in this grim, gray concrete place. It suddenly seemed ominous to her. She glanced around and tried to shrug off her mood. She was getting paranoid after what had happened with Bradford.
The blonde girl stripped off the tiny costume and hung it up in her locker then took a towel and went into the showers. She turned on the water as hot and hard as she could stand. The soothing blast took the strain from her muscles and rinsed the come and dirt from her hair. In a few minutes, she felt almost human again. She ran the towel over her body and luxuriated in the softness of the towel against her skin. She sighed in relief and took special care drying off her tits. She cupped her mounds of tit flesh and carefully stroke them from their broad base all the way to their cresting nipples. She shuddered with real desire as her towel raced over her now aroused nipples.
The tiny mounds of erectile flesh quivered with desire. The hot water and its rush over her tensed flesh had done the trick. She tweaked one nipple and then the other, feeling the lightning surges all the way down into her chest. The girl stood there for only a moment before the self-fondling began to work on other parts of her body.
Her pussy started to froth and flow. She rubbed the fleecy towel across her damp pussy mound, running the towel back and forth rapidly to build up some friction. The friction made her cunt lips tighten up, in anticipation of a hard fucking cock. She hated herself for doing this. It made her all tense again, and she wanted to avoid that.
Deep down the girl, knew she wanted a good, long, hard cock fucking her. She had to enjoy a fuck fest in order to get the bad vibes out of her system. The idea of sucking cock any cock at that moment appalled her. She just wanted to lie back, lift her legs and let sweet surge of prick carry her away from the grimness of the world.
"God, kid, you look great! How about it?" came the mocking voice. She opened her eyes and saw Bradford standing in the doorway of the shower. He was eying her in obvious appreciation.
She tried to cover her tits with the towel. The blonde girl realized that this wouldn't do; it left her pussy exposed. But as she moved the now skimpy towel to cover her snatch, her tits bobbled around, the ruddy nipples creating figure eight patterns in the air in front of her chest. She knew she couldn't turn around; her bare ass would show then.
"Get out of here!" she screamed. The hollow echo mocked her. She wanted to run but there was no place she could go. Bradford blocked the only exit.
"Hell, baby, a chick as hot and horny as you are deserves some tender loving care. I'm willing to give it to you. I'm willing to give it all to you. You should be thanking me."
He reached down and lowered his zipper, exposing his throbbing hard-on. The man's prick bucked and danced with lust. Lust for her. She stared at the purple knobbed cock with fascination. It was as if she had been hypnotized. In a flash, she knew how a bird is mesmerized by a snake it had to be exactly like this.
Bradford moved across the slippery tile floor and jerked away her towel to leave her bare ass naked. "Yet, that's the way I like 'em," he said. "The water makes your skin gleam. You might put on some oil so that when we fuck I'll sort of slip across you." He reached out and grabbed one of her bobs. The pressure of his fingers made her wince with pain.
Jerking away, she cried, "Leave me alone! You got what you wanted out on the field. I won't suck you off again!"
"And I don't want you to. I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours clutching my cock. Feels good having a tight sheath of female flesh all around me. Damned fine feeling!"
She backed up until she was in a corner. The blonde teenager knew then that this man was capable of doing anything. He could rape her and then deny it! Besides, from what Sherry had told her, the man probably only considered fucking her as part of his due. He had already fucked every single member of the football team's cheerleading squad.
She twisted as he reached for her. The girl managed to slip past him, the water on her soft skin lubricating her enough to slide through his fingers. The man staggered, unsure of his footing on the tiles. This was all the opening Debbie had. She bolted and ran for the locker room.
The room was still deserted. She wasn't sure what she had thought she might find. Help, certainly, butt barring that, some slim chance of escaping what she knew would be her fate. Bradford wasn't slow in following her. He was already pounding hard and fast on her trail. The girl tried to grab her clothes from her locker, but the man managed to slam the door shut. She barely avoided getting her fingers caught by the door.
"Don't," he said menacingly. "I like you naked. That way, you won't go running outside for help."
She sprinted for the end of the lockers. Not sure what to do then, she feinted to the right and ran left. The man was there waiting for her with open arms. He circled her wet body and lifted her high. No matter how she kicked and fought, she couldn't escape him this time.
"Bitch," he panted, "I ought to whale the tar out of you for this. But I figure only a little punishment will suffice. This is your first offense, after all she started to protest to scream, but then stopped."
Something told her that more fight on her part would make things so bad very bad for her. She went limp and flied to snake through his arms. It was as if he had read her mind. He was ready for her. He landed on top of her. A dull whoosh knocked all the wind from her lungs. She gasped for air, each breath coming hard. All she could hear was the man laughing and saying, "You've been bad. Gotta punish you. God, do I have to punish that sweet white ass of yours!"
She felt the man moving ha around. Something hard clinked at her left wrist as he pulled her arm out straight. The same thing happened with her right arm. She tried to free herself, all the while gasping air into her tortured lungs. She found herself chained firmly to two of the benches in the locker room. As she struggled, she discovered that Bradford had chained her legs, too. This put her face down, supported by the chains, between two benches. Her pussy was widely exposed in the vee of her legs. Now, no amount of struggle would cover up her snatch.
"Trying to disobey your superior, eh?" he said. She screamed as a leather strap landed firmly on her ass. The pain rocketed all the way up her spine and shocked her into awareness. She could feel an ugly red welt slowly rising on her once smooth ass flesh. The man didn't seem content with a single stroke. Another followed and another and another until she was lost in a terrible world of searing red pain.
He laughed as he whipped her with the broad leather strap. When he stopped, the cessation was almost as bad as the whipping itself. Then he dropped to his knees in the vee of her legs and placed his hand flat on her curvy ass.
"Hmmmm, just about the right temperature, don't ya think?"
"Don't spank me any more," she whimpered. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hit me with that strap again."
"Of course you'll do whatever I want you to. You have no choice – now. No, I think I'll whip you a few more times – to make certain you remember this lesson."
He stood, and this time the whistling leather strap landed across her turgid cunt lips. She screamed in real pain. All else had been a warm up for this. He whipped her tender pussy lips until she was positive they were bruised and would never heal.
The girl began to hate herself. She felt her pussy getting damp. She hated this; she hated the pain. She didn't want the man whipping her, and still she was becoming excited. Her frothy cunt juice boiled out of her. There was no explaining this reaction. The man whipping her didn't seem the least bit surprised.
He ran his fingers up and down the length of her sex gash, as if sampling the quality of her fuck juice. Satisfied, he pulled the rough side of the leather strap tightly against her snatch and began to drag it back and forth. This was about what she had been doing to herself with the towel back in the shower.
The difference now was that the man was doing it, and he was pulling as hard as he could the friction made her cunt lips burn. That heat bubbled up into her belly and threatened to drive her out of her mind. She couldn't tell if what she felt was true sexual desire or some bastard feeling he was coaxing from her.
"There," he finally said. "The leather strap's good and wet with your love juice. See?" He thrust the cunt juice soaked strap under her nose. "SEE?"
She could only nod numbly. She didn't trust herself to speak. Not now, not after the ass spanking and this.
"Bitch!" he suddenly cried. "I'm really going to punish you now!" She opened her mouth to argue, to plead, to grovel. He slid the leather strap, soggy with her cunt oil, between her lips. A quick jerk fastened it securely between her teeth, an effective gag.
"Now, you will receive the true punishment. Or is it really punishment?" he asked himself. "This is a gift many women would gladly slit their wrists to get. I'm going to fuck you. I am going to give you my precious pecker! All the way up that shitty asshole of yours!"
She tried to scream, but the leather strap between her teeth prevented it. She didn't want his prick all the way up her ass. She didn't! But she was powerless to stop him. The more she struggled, the tighter it seemed that the chains on her wrists became. She thrashed about, trying to turn one of the benches over. It wasn't possible; she didn't have the leverage to do it.
The terrified girl felt the man pressing his cock against her liquid gash. How she hated herself for responding like this! She willed her pussy to stop flowing. It didn't help. If anything, she felt even more of the boiling hot fuck oil building up inside her, ready to rush out at an instant's notice.
"God, you're a hot one! I can feel the heat boiling out from inside you. Fucking your ass is going to be instructive."
He stroked back and forth, his cock cradled by her bruised and trembling pussy lips. She shuddered and felt hot, salty tears running down her cheeks. She wanted to die. But death wasn't possible for her, either. Not the way he had her chained down.
He tired of feeling her injured cunt lips on either side of his cock. He suddenly rammed his prick all the way into her cunt. The blonde teenager passed out from the shock. He surged balls deep into her cunt. The twisted position she was chained in made her think his cock was breaking off inside her cunt. He stroked until she fully regained consciousness. She sighed softly, hating the taste of the leather in her mouth, but beginning to turn on to the feel of a cock in her pussy. After all, this was what she had been daydreaming about when he surprised her in the shower. It wasn't quite the way she would have wanted to get his prick, but it did thrill her, now that he was fucking her. He seemed to sense her enjoyment. With a lewd squishing noise, he pulled out. She felt hollow inside, needy, wanting. And then she felt the tip of his long, hard cock press into the puckered knot of her asshole. She sensed and tried to keep him from fucking into her precious, tightly guarded passage.
"Ah, the little bitch doesn't want to feel my cock, does she? That will change. I'm going to have you if I have to rip you apart all the way to the chin!"
He shoved harder. She grunted, biting down on the leather strap in her teeth. She couldn't escape the man's probing cock. No matter how she twisted or turned, she remained directly beneath his prick. The chains on her wrists cut into her soft flesh cruelly. She could even feel tiny streams of blood beginning to flow.
Worst of all was her ass. The man's hairy body rocked to and fro across her tortured butt. The whipping had raised red welts that throbbed and hurt like hell. She couldn't avoid him, no matter how hard she struggled.
"You like it, don't you, you dumb cunt?"
He thrust forward even harder, the head of his cock forcing apart the tight muscle of her anus.
The blonde teenager thought she would die then and there. Never had such pain blazed through her loins. She tried to get a firmer grip on her rampaging emotions. She knew that if she could only relax, the pain in her butt wouldn't be as great. But knowing what she had to do and doing it were two different things.
"God, you're tight up the ass! This is more than I bargained for. Fucking your ass is going to be a treat!"
He shoved harder. She felt another inch of his virile, throbbing alive prick enter her asshole. The quivering muscle was at the breaking point. When her anus finally relaxed, he drove balls deep into her butt.
She shouted and cried around the thick plug of cunt juice soaked leather strap in her mouth. This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't! Yet she could feel every single contour on the man's buried prick as if he had dipped himself in acid before fucking her asshole.
"Shit," he moaned, "you're so Goddamn tight I don't know how long I can stand it. And hot! Baby, I never felt an ass hotter than yours. Just don't you start to fart or I'll really have to fuck the hell out of your butt!"
She made tiny animal noises deep in her throat. It didn't seem to help. She was becoming more and more aware of the pain throughout her body. The way he had whipped her ass had raised welts. And every motion of his body across her tortured butt caused a lance of searing pain to stab into her guts. The pulling and twisting feeling in her shoulders and hips came from being chained to the benches. No amount of struggle would help relieve that. If anything, the pain would only mount. She swung slightly as he drove his prick in and out of her butt. She felt the man's cock ripping tender tissue. He filled her guts with his flaming prick until she was just about on the verge of passing out. The only bright point she could think of was that he had greased his cock in her pussy before beginning to bugger her. That saved some of her delicate flesh from injury. Some. But not much. Not enough.
He fucked faster. The heat threatened to melt her down inside. The huge head of his cock spread until it threatened to rip her rectum apart. His throbbing cock pulsed and jerked harder inside the tight sheath of her asshole.
He grunted and said, "Just like a Goddamn guillotine. Feels like a hangman's noose around my cock. God, I love this!"
He fucked even faster. The heat charred her guts. The twisted up and torn apart sensations mounted until she was hardly able to stand it. Her shoulders ached and her butt hurt and his cock drove ever deeper into her, sodomizing her, butt fucking with more and more power.
She may have passed out; she didn't know. The only recollection she had was the sudden hot surge of his come as it blasted into her convulsing shit chute.
He fucked and fucked and fucked until she was limp. And then his fountaining cock died amid a flow of his come.
"There. That was your first installment. You're going to be a good girl from now on, aren't you? If you're not you know what to expect."
He turned and walked off. For a horrifying instant, Debbie was afraid he was going to leave her just like that, chained and helpless. She had visions of men coming in and abusing her while she was at their mercy. She was paranoid but she couldn't help it, not after all that had happened to her so far.
But Bradford came back and released her from the chains. "Don't want to leave any marks," he told her calmly.
She fell face first onto the floor. The benches scooted away from her clutches and she was vaguely aware of her tits pressing into cold, hard concrete. She wanted to laugh hysterically. The coldness of the gray cement under her was almost a comfort. It wasn't a leather strap swatting her tender butt or drawing roughly across her cunt lips. But she couldn't laugh, not after what had happened. She burned inside from the corn holing. Her asshole had been pulled apart by the man's thick cock. She hated him for that, and she hated herself even more for the stirrings of true passion deep inside her. In spite of the torment he had brought to her, she was still hornier than hell!
By the time Debbie had pulled herself into a sitting position, the cold concrete under her well fucked ass, Bradford had left. Again, she was alone in the locker room.