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Soccer Slut Wannabes - Chapter 12
Nirobe caught a break. The van began to slow just about the same time as the rapist started filling her sore cunt with his deposit of little wigglers. She thanked her lucky stars that she had the IUD inserted last year. Without that protecting her, she would probably have had a child and with any luck be carrying a second by now. There would certainly not be any chance of her playing in the World Cup tournament either.
Her former playmate leaned over and promised to even the score once they got her and the little gook into their place. That reminded Nirobe that so far she hadn't heard a sound coming from Luci. She knew the teen had a raspy voice as a result of Tiffany's dildo assault on her throat, but this dead silence made her nervous considering the violence she had already endured on this little jaunt to wherever they were being taken.
When the van's door slid open, Nirobe's worst fears were realized. Little Luci Kawani had the entire length of one of the kidnapper's cock wedged into her throat. The outline of the monster could be clearly seen on her bulging neck. The tiny teen's face was a pale blue, and her eyes were wide but unfocused. She was within a minute or so of cashing in her chips at the tender age of eighteen. The mocha-skinned soccer slut let out a scream that rattled the walls of the van and galvanized the other kidnappers into becoming aware that their cohort was on the verge of snuffing the little gook.
Of all people, it was her assailant, the one who broke her nose, that took command and saved Luci from death. He smashed his fist into the face of the ski masked kidnapper and that seemed to awaken him to the fact that he was one small step from a lifetime behind bars, if he was lucky that is. His cock popped from Luci's throat with a sound like a champagne cork being expelled from a bottle. She remained comatose, which brought curses and wailing from the quartet of kidnappers occupying this portion of the van. Nirobe screamed to them to start CPR, and got a blank stare.
Once more it was the brutal one who took action, cutting her hands free and yelling at her to do something. Under normal circumstances Nirobe might have made him sweat a little before doing her thing, but she didn't have time for any games. It was touch and go for many long minutes as she tried to force air into the teen's lungs and make her start breathing on her own. The only sound breaking the dead silence came from Nirobe who gulped in great lungfuls of air and expelled them noisily into the open mouth of the soccer slut wannabe.
She was on the verge of panic when Luci gasped and choked, announcing her return to the world of the living. Nirobe began to cry and for her troubles she caught a backhand from the nasty kidnapper who had played a big part in saving Luci's life. Nirobe vowed that she'd kill him quickly when she got the chance as her way of thanking him for his kindness towards Luci. The veneer of civilization was very thin for this one who was the first of her family to leave the dark continent for the new world of America.
It was a struggle before the lacrosse guys managed to get coach D under control. The first one to approach her had the tables turned as she attacked him. The others were so stunned that they just stood there open mouthed and watched as the skinny woman did her best to tear off the stud's clothing so they could get busy doing the nasty right there on the wooden floor. They finally snapped out of it, and still it took three of them to restrain her.
A metal collar was produced and fixed around her neck despite her efforts to break free. She did manage to rake her fingernails across the arm of one of the studs, drawing blood, and getting a punch to the side of her head that calmed her down considerably. They took advantage of this lull to pull her arms up behind her back and fasten them to the cuffs at the base of the collar. A knee to her pussy took all the fight out of her, allowing them to half drag, half march the naked soccer coach to the big room in the back of the house.
Dominating the room was the king sized mattress, a veteran of many gangbangs, as evidenced by the yellowed stains covering nearly every square inch of it. An arc light had been set up to illuminate the activity that would take place on that battle ground. Two of the team held video cameras to document what was about to transpire. It served two purposes, entertainment for the many parties that normally took place at the swamp, and blackmail to keep the female participants quiet about their ordeals. Unlike most of these events, this one would be most memorable and provide years and years of stories concerning just what did transpire on this unfriendly field of strife.
The team captain made a short speech welcoming coach D back to the swamp where she had made her original claim to fame. Then he triggered the collar to send a burst of high voltage electricity through her neck and head as a demonstration of what might be in store for her if she did not put forth her best effort. While she was still recovering her equilibrium, the first wave of lacrosse players hit the mattress and busied themselves establishing their piece of the coach's action. The rest of the group stood back and urged their swamp brothers to give her hell.
One stud laid down and another pushed lady Diana to her knees, urging the coach to get busy hardening his bud's cock, which already was bigger than most and yet only halfway erect. Instead of being frightened by this large piece of man-meat, coach D tried to inhale it whole, bringing a roar of approval from the gang surrounding the mattress. Doc smiled, delighted that his patient had responded so well to his drug therapy. Meanwhile a third stud was establishing his turf by prying the coach's asscheeks apart so he could bury his bone deep inside her rectum. This was greeted with cheers as inch after inch of hard cock slowly disappeared between her nearly flat but firm cheeks.
The partner of the first stud now had a solid grip on the coach's skull and was pushing her face up and down on his bud's rapidly growing joint. It now filled her mouth with plenty to spare. A few more push-ups and it was choking her on every downward push. The stud was satisfied that his dick was hard enough to do some damage to the woman and so he scooted beneath her and wedged his cock into her cunt with one quick thrust.
The force of his massive member splitting open her snapper drove the air from lady Diana's lungs, breaking her concentration. The second one took this opportunity to fill her mouth with his solid slab of cock, and then started to push it down her throat. At that point the coach took another jolt from the electrified collar, just to make things interesting. Now she was on the defensive, much to her dismay. They had her air tight and were working as a team, filling and stretching every hole worth penetrating.
The drugs did their thing and before long the soccer coach was giving as much as she was getting, and enjoying it as well. The onlookers were awed at the way she could simultaneously handle both dicks that were double penetrating her as at the same time the one in her throat was scraping away her gullet's protective lining. The trio was trying to all cum at the same time, but the way she was going that was nothing but a pipe dream. The first one to blow his nuts was in her ass and he stayed buried, waiting for her mouth to become available for a cleaning.
As luck would have it, her convulsing throat muscles milked a big load of man gravy from the cock excavating her mucous membrane, some of which exited through her nostrils, bringing another round of applause from those waiting their turn. The guy ass fucking her now took over and made her suck his dick until it glistened. She sucked so hard that he started to think about taking another turn here and now, but was booed from the mattress at such a suggestion.
Now it was a death match between coach's cunt and the mighty missile plowing a new path inside her juicing fuck tunnel. The group started to chant and count, urging the stud to hose her down with a tidal wave of scalding hot cum. It took some time, but he finally flooded every inch of her birth canal with his lively sperm. Coach D would have a need for the morning after pill once this gangbang was history.
The moment it became evident that Luci Kawani was going to live, things reverted to what they were previously. A knife was pressed against Nirobe's throat so tightly that its blade broke her skin, terrifying the soccer slut. Her wrists were quickly tied tightly behind her back, so tightly that by the time they entered the ramshackle house, her fingers were already devoid of feeling. A hood had been placed over her head prior to her exiting the van to prevent her from identifying where they were holding her and Luci.
The teen's escorts took full advantage of her nudity as she was walked through high grass and stickers that bit into her flesh from her lower thighs on down. Unknown fingers and hands probed and poked her tits and crawled over her ass cheeks and crack, not to mention those that parted her cunt lips and teased her pussy as she tried to keep moving. Twice a heavy hand crashed against her ass to make her come to a halt so she could be more easily groped by these ski masked thugs.
At last Nirobe entered the house and still wearing the hood was marched down a long hall and pushed unceremoniously into another room where she tripped and fell to her knees, a sharp pain radiating from the area that had come in contact with the wooden floor. Her escorts laughed at her current situation and made no effort to help her to her feet. "Get up bitch before my foot goes up your ass!" She scrambled to her feet, knowing full well that the speaker meant every word he said.
Someone shoved her forward and then another pair of hands halted her, taking the opportunity to tweak her nipples as he did. She heard some scuffling that must have been associated with Luci's entry into the room as well. Nirobe ears pricked up as she heard the tiny teen's raspy voice, sounding as if it was far away.Then she heard a loud crack as a hand made contact with bare flesh, followed by a series of smacks indicating that their diminutive captive was putting up some form of resistance, not the best way to ingratiate oneself with her captors.The muffled curses soon quieted and all Nirobe could pick up were a few strangled sobs that were obviously coming from the little wannabe.
Then she suddenly felt her nipples being pinched between the thumbs and forefingers of her mystery assailant. Whoever it was, he seemed bound and determined to either stiffen or tear them from her tits. After some minutes of this steady mauling, something new was added. What felt like heavy thread or perhaps fishing line was noosing her fat nipples and really digging into them. For a moment she was terrified, wondering if they were perhaps going to literally slice her nipples from her breasts. Then the pressure leveled off, a positive sign that belied their intention of mutilating her, at least for now.
She had little time to ponder her situation as things changed quickly and became more painful. Her nipples were being stretched upwards, lifting her tits from her chest. This continued slowly until she was forced to raise her heels from the floor, her entire body weight now balanced precariously on the balls of her bare feet. She heard a low chuckle that made her blood freeze. How long could she maintain this stressful position? Even now the backs of her legs were beginning to stretch to accommodate the strain caused by her noosed nipples being pulled to their limit.
Nirobe was caught totally unprepared for the heavy wooden paddle that landed full force against her firm ass making a sound like a pistol shot. It was followed by laughter that made her hair stand on end. "Again!" she heard and another explosion blasted away at her bottom, causing her to move reflexively in such a manner that her nipples felt like they were tearing away from her greatly elongated tits. Nirobe panicked.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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