"Let's let the other cheerleaders in," said Bradford. "We can take her out with us through the equipment room." Debbie felt strong arms lifting her off the cement floor. She seemed to float, weightless. Never had she felt such power as the football player lifting her showed. He didn't even seem to notice her weight. She struggled a little and found herself as firmly trapped by him as if she had been embedded in a solid block of concrete.
Bradford took out a ring of keys and opened the chain-link door that she couldn't get through earlier. She cursed under her breath. If only she'd had those keys. The blonde girl's pussy still stung a little from the effect of the broom handle fucking, but not as much as her asshole. After all, she had been eaten out. That type of tonguing would soothe all but the worst of hurts.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded. She grunted as the player tossed her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
"Don't ask questions, cunt," came Bradford's cold reply. They made their way through the interior of the stadium. By the time they emerged into the cold night, the lights were going out. The stadium was again deserted, waiting like a malignant beast for another weekend to come so that it could fill its maw with fifty thousand people.
"Out onto the field, boss man?" asked the player. Debbie grunted every time he bounced up and down. He hadn't taken off his cleats and this gave him an odd rolling gait. With her belly pressed into his massive shoulder pads, she was getting the worst of the deal.
"Yeah. Tie her to the tackling dummy. Then you can get the rest of the team. The ones that don't have anything better to do, at any rate."
"Right, boss."
The player threw Debbie down and turned to race into the cloaking room of the now empty stadium. She lay on the cold ground, staring up at the diamond hard points of the stars overhead. She didn't know if they were mocking her or not. She thought they must be.
Bradford lifted her and placed her against one of the tackling dummies. She strained to get away from him. The chains on her wrists prevented her from effectively fighting the man off.
"Don't give me any of that shit," he ordered. "This is going to be the team's reward for winning."
"You mean I'm going to be the reward!" She found her breath coming in short, hard gasps. Her excitement and fear mingled and mixed until she couldn't tell one from the other. "Why are you doing this to me? You haven't ever done this to any of the other girls. I would have heard about it if you had. Why me?"
"You remind me of my first wife. Oh, so beautiful and prim and proper and the biggest cock teaser in the world. You come on strong and get a guy hard, then shut him down. Not now, cock-teaser, not now. This time, I'm going to show you what you're missing."
She tried to run again. He simply stuck out his foot and tripped her. She fell to her knees, trying to keep her face out of the dirt. What the man did next startled and shocked the blonde teenager. He looped a length of chain around her neck and fastened it securely to the tackling, dummy.
"Just like a dog, bitch. That's what you are a bitch in heat. Well, the team's gonna put that fire out. You're gonna get more cock than you ever dreamed of before we're finished with you."
A flood of futility came over her, drowning her in self-pity. She was chained like a dog. She couldn't move without the chain stopping her, choking her, humiliating her even more than she had been in the past.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "I hope you burn in hell! Ill see you dead!"
"Sure you will," he taunted. "Who is it that has the key to the lock to this?" He reached down and jangled the chain around her neck. "I have it! And you're going to do as you're told."
"The bitch has a tongue. Perhaps I should cut it out."
Debbie recoiled in horror as the dim light filtering into the stadium caught and reflected off the opening blade of a wicked penknife. The man advanced on her. She tried to get away from him but the end of the chain stopped her. Almost gagging from the cruel links around her neck, she flinched away from the cold steel blade of the knife.
He pressed it into her belly, then slowly drew it up to a spot between her tits. He pressed hard enough to depress her skin but not hard enough to cut into her flesh. The feel of the steel against her skin threatened to cause the girl to pass out in fright.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
"I should cut one of these off." He placed the very tip of the tiny knife under her left tit. Slowly, with agonizing care, he traced along the huge mound of tit flesh, and then worked the point all the way to the crest. There, he ran the edge of the blade repeatedly over her now hard nipple. The coldness of the blade had made her nipple spring erect.
"Don't do this to me, please!" she pleaded. "I I'll do anything you want!"
"Of course, you will. As long as you're chained, you are under my command. You have no choice but to obey."
"It… it would be better if I did what you ordered of my own free will. You can release me and I promise to do whatever you want. But take the chains off me, and don't cut me with that knife!" Her voice had turned shrill. The man laughed in her face.
"You'll do what I want now. And I don't have to worry about you breaking your promise and running away. Not that running would do you any good. No cop will believe your story. It's your word against mine. I'm respected in this community. I'm leading the team to a winning year. That makes me someone special, and you're shit! You're nothing!"
Debbie recognized the ring of truth in the man's words. It would be her story against his if she managed to get away. A few bruises and a tormented pussy didn't verify her story. Anyone could have raped her. It didn't have to be the general manager successful football team. He could concoct any sort of a story he wanted.
Maybe he'd tell the police he lad fired her, and her lies were how she planned to strike back at him personally. Or he could simply say she was off in the head, candidate for the funny farm. Anything Bradford said was believable; anything Debbie said would be taken as a lie or the ravings of a demented mind.
"Such a nice tit. A shame to waste it on a cockteaser like you."
He traced around the turgid nipple with the point of his blade. She shuddered at the hardness, the coldness, the sharpness of the blade. He leaned forward slightly and the very tip of the blade bit into her tit. She shrieked as a tiny drop of blood welled up. The man dropped to his knees, cupped her injured breast in his hand and nursed greedily. She felt him sucking the blood from her wound. The girl closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else, with someone else. She failed.
"There they are!" came a loud cry from across the field. Hope flared and then died. Debbie had hoped it was someone coming to rescue her. Instead, several members of the team trotted onto the field. A couple of them even held their boners.
The sight of the men hanging onto hard pricks caused something to snap inside her. She writhed away from Bradford and ran to the other end of her chain. The suddenness with which she ran it to its end jerked her off her feet. Gagging weakly, she kneeled in front of the tackling dummy. One of the men silently dropped down behind her. His hands went around her waist and his thick cock pressed hotly between the slabs of her ass. He rammed forward, his cock spearing her directly in the pussy. She grunted as the dry prick rubbed her raw as it worked its way into her hidden depths. Her pussy had gone dry from being threatened with the knife. But the nearness of the cock, the feel of the man's hands stroking her flanks, pulling hard at her dangling tits, even fondling and fumbling with her cunt, all built up sexual tension inside her belly again.
"Ummm, why are you all doing this to meee?" she moaned. The cock slid in and out of her cunt more easily now that her juices had begun to flow. "I never did anything to you!"
"Hey, you mean she's not willing?" demanded one of the men.
"Mr. Bradford, you told us all these chicks liked what we did to them. All of them were nymphs, hungry for cock, no matter how they got it."
"That's right, Stan. Look, you know how some chicks tell you not to fuck them when you're doing just that?"
"Yeah. They sort of get caught up in the fucking and lose track of what's going down."
"Right. She's like that. She loves this but she's not able to admit it. She really digs it when you're rough."
"Well, okay, Mr. Bradford. As long as you say so." The player turned to the man fucking furiously and said, "Hey, get off! I want my turn and I hate sloppy seconds."
"Make her suck you off, then. I'm staying on till I COME!" The man's prick exploded like a stick of dynamite inside Debbie's tight, clinging pussy. Her juice hadn't lubricated her cunt enough. He had begun fucking and the friction had mounted too fast. She felt the heat threatening to burn her up inside. Now the hot rush of the man's jism filled her tiny pussy.
She shuddered under the impact of his hips as he jerked spastically. And then the cock melted and she felt another, harder cock filling her from behind. Hairy thighs rubbed against the smoothness of her ass. She cringed a little when those hairy thighs began to move. She had forgotten the whipping that Bradford had given her. The welts still remained; the bruises still turned patches of her ass green and blue.
"Stop, stop it! I beg you!"
"Here," said the man who had suspected she wasn't doing this of her own accord. "Suck me off!" She found her mouth filled with cock. Twisting her head to the side was the only way she could handle that. With her hands cruelly chained behind her back, she had to depend on the man fucking her doggy style for support. Her tongue looped out and licked the purpled hood of the other man's knobby cock.
Debbie found herself thrown into a timeless, weightless place. She felt the cock reaming her out from behind, fucking her like a bitch in heat. There was no thrill to that for her, even though her pussy was frothy with cunt oil now. She was burned out emotionally. She had taken all she could accept. Anything more was beyond her capacity to endure. Bradford seemed to sense this. He wanted to inflict as much punishment on the young girl as he could. Quietly, he unfastened the chain around her neck. As soon as the man fucking her had finished, she realized that no one else had come to take his place.
Her cunt aching from the frantic fucking, her breath coming more easily now that the chain was off, she plotted her escape. With the suddenness of lightning in the twilight, she dashed off. The girl realized she couldn't run very fast, but she had to try.
Her hands being chained behind her back impeded her more than she'd have thought. The cool air nipped at her flashing legs, then cunningly sneaked up and caressed her steamy pussy. She felt the night breeze gusting through the tangled mat of her pussy mound and the sweat drying on her tits. The bounce and sway of her boobs as she raced away from the tackling dummy and the football players bothered her. But nothing could bother her as much as staying and allowing more of those men to gang rape her. She didn't even hear the man coming up behind her. Faster than thought, he tackled her. She fell heavily, her face skidding along the dirt, her tits cruelly dragging in the grass. "Gotcha!" he laughed.
She found herself sitting up and staring into the proud face of an unknown man.
Bradford told her, "He's the free safety. Fast too. He can cover forty yards twice as fast as you were making it." And then she learned why Bradford had allowed her to escape. She had run directly under the goal post. He fastened twin chains to the cross bar so that they dangled down to about eye level. He unfastened the bounds on her wrists and rechained her. She hung, her feet barely touching the ground, from the goal post. One after another of the jocks came and grabbed her legs. They held her like a wheelbarrow as they stuffed their pricks into her tight little cunt and fucked her till they came. One after another rocked her back and forth and set her swinging, just to fuck her. The numbness returned. After the fourth man fucked her, Debbie hardly felt the cocks as they slid in and out. The agony from her arms drowned out all other sensations.