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(Jeanie a young high school girl is plotting with her father to get rid of her mother. This was turning out to be more of a problem than she considered. Meanwhile one of her school friends has run into a problem with a boyfriend. We take up again with the problems of young girls in our modern time. Kirsten has already suffered an ordeal in the locker room but has more in store as the team coach has arrived.)
(Kirsten was totally abused in the locker room. Unable to return to school for a week she finally found consolation from her friends.)
NO PEACE FOR KIRSTEN
Kirsten stayed home for a week to recover. She was bruised and battered, humiliated. Her privates were a mess. This was not enough; she began to get constant cell phone messages and text messages. “Slut” “cunt.” ”Whore, cock sucker.” These were followed by comments about what could happen to her.
“We are gonna gangbang your fucking white ass.”
Kirsten skipped seeing her friends. She hid out and could not think of returning to school. She spent much of her time crying. There were recurring nightmares of her rape and abuse. How could she ever return to school? She could not report anything, who would believe her? Her friends tried to contact her but she stayed shut in.
Then she started to receive the emails, dark filthy emails from anonymous men. She vowed not to read them but could not help but look.
.-Fucking white Bitch, I gonna take u down to the gardens to meet some of my brothas. We gonna fuck yo white cunt. Gonna tie u cut and fuck u then cut u and fuck you some mo. Then uu gonna be ending up in da trash hoe. -
FRIENDS
Kirsten finally decided to meet with her friends. They had heard some rumors and they were all concerned about Kirsten and they were anxious to see her again. They met at Jeanie’s house and Kirsten was immediately in tears. They hugged and cried as Kirsten told her story of abuse and rape.
They talked and tried to console Kirsten but what could they do? Kirsten told them all that had happened and then about the emails and phone calls. They would have to try to help her at school the best they could.
One of her friends would stay near her all the time. “Kirsten, you can get through this.”
COACH is an evil man, they could only hope he would turn his attention elsewhere. He had other girls and moved maybe he would lose interest in Kirsten. Kirsten would have to try to stay away from the team and COACH
NEW MEAT FOR COACH
Riverside Park was the cities largest park. It was a very large park and had many secluded areas which were often used for less than above board activities. COACH was known to frequent the park trolling for girls, the younger the better. He was known to be a scum bag but was always given a pass because of the team success.
Coach turned walking on the unused access road to the old picnic area. He noticed a young girl walking alone down the trail. Cute, shorts and a tight top she made a perfect target for COACH. This was going to be his lucky day. As they met along the trail they took up a conversation.
She was so cute. Coach felt he had won the lottery.
- I’m going to fuck that ass one way or another.
They walked along the trail as it got narrower and less used. As they reached an area surrounded by brush COACH reached out and grabbed the little tart.
“Come on sweetie, lets have some fun.”
“What are you doing? Leave me alone?”
COACH grabbed her by the hair.
WTF
”Lets have some fun Bitch, just go along and…..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG.” Coach screamed out in agony and almost fell to the ground balancing himself on one leg.
“What the AAAAAAA”
COACH felt tremendous pain in the back of his left knee. Before he could react his right knee wrenched in similar pain.
As he wallowed around on the ground he could make out figures in dark clothes and hoods.
He swirled around on the ground trying vainly to get up, lashing out with his powerful arms but there were figures all around him with baseball bats.
He felt pain in a hand as a bat smashed down. They were aiming for his shoulders and elbows but any hit would do. COACH GRABBED A LEG. As he tried to hang on, a bat connected directly to his left shoulder. COACH had only one limb that he had control of. He tried to move around but could barely control himself now.
The figures around him were teasing him now. Come on COACH. What’s the matter; you are not such a big man now. What happened to you?” A figure stepped forward and took off the hood.
“YOU, YOU fucking Bitch.” “I’ll Kill you.” Screamed the desperate man.
‘FUCK YOU.”. Kirsten screamed as the bat slammed down on his on good shoulder.
COACH was mostly disabled but still dangerous. The hooded figures threw a net over him.
A van pulled up and they dragged him in the net to the van.
This guy is a fucking Walrus
This guy is a fucking Walrus. How heavy can he be? Coach was thrashing around.
The hooded figures started to kick. Cut it out or we will kick you to death now. The blows landed on COACHES wounded limbs. He kept thrashing till he passed out from the pain.
“Fucking FAT ASS.” “Get the bastard in the Van.” Everyone piled in the Van for a long drive to a country abandoned lake cabin. When they arrived at the cabin COACH was conscious but just moaning.
They dumped him out of the van still in the netting. He moaned in pain as he hit the ground with all his injured limbs.
One kick after another landed. “Black piece of shit, you liked fucking white girls, now you are going to see how it feels on the other end.”
The girls dragged his fat ass up over a table and tied his legs to the legs of the table and his arms over the other end. COACH was in terrible pain with his knee and elbow joints smashed.
“Please, I am so sorry. Please don’t do this. Please, Please.”
“Hey COACH, I’m Jeanie, the girl you tried to grab in the park.”
Jeanie grabbed his hair and spit in his face. “Fuck you.”
“Hey I’m Holly. We gonna mess with you big Time, fat fuck.”
Holly slapped COACH. “You Bastard, Rapist.”
She spit in his face. “You are going to pay.”
Maria kicked him in has broken knee, sending him into blinding pain.
Samantha and Debbie took turns slapping his fat ass.
Carol, Debbie’s sister who drove the Van, took a pocket knife and scratched across his forehead.
“Guess what else I am going to do with this?”
I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE
Finally Kirsten had her turn.
“Hey COACH, who’s the Bitch now BITCH.’
I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE. I AM GOING TO ENJOY FUCKING YOUR ASS WITH THIS.
Kirsten showed COACH an oversized fat strap on. She took it with her hand and started to shove it down his throat.
“You fucking asshole, see how you like that?”
“AHHHGGGGG” COACH was gagging and choking.
Kirsten took the dildo and strapped it on.
Carol busied herself cutting off COACHES clothes, not worrying about a nick her and there.
“I’m gonna fuck yo ass MF.” “How does that sound COACH?”
Kirsten went around behind COACH and pushed lightly on his now exposed asshole with the strap on
“OH GOD, NO , please NO.”
Kirsten started pushing hard back and forth.
“One tight MF COACH, you never get it up the ass before.”
COACH was screaming as the dildo tore into his has and the fucking tore on his wrecked joints.
“FUCK HIM KIRSTEN FUCK HIM GOOD.”
The old cabin was a surreal torture chamber. Young girls in their early teens were exacting a terrible toll on a serial rapist.
“FAT FUCK; TAKE IT UP YOUR BLACK ASS.’
“YOU LIKE IT NOW ASSHOLE.”
“THIS IS ONLY THE START.”
“YOU LAST DAY WILL BE OUR BEST DAY.”
“BITCH.”
There was a party atmosphere as the girl were laughing and joking as the fat ass rapist was being ass fucked.
Holly came in with branches from the outside. Soon all the girls were whipping him, flaying away with their sticks on his back and shoulders. Red welts began to appear as the skin started to fray.
“Thought you were a bad ass. How bad are you now?’
Screaming and yelling by coach made the girls even more enraged.
Kirsten took off the Dildo and Jeanie put it on. She too a rough edge branch wand whipped it through the air to test it out.
Jeanie jammed the dildo in COACHE’S butt hole and pushed in as far as she could.
“WHAAAACK.” She put the branch to work whipping COACH’S fat black ass.
His ass was turning red and bloody with each lash. Kirsten grabbed COACH by the hair and slapped his face violently turning it red.
Finally the branch broke as Jeanie had exhausted herself fucking and whipping COACH’S ass.
Satisfied with their work so far the girls took a break.
They got some bottled water from the van.
“Fucking this guy is hard work.”
Drinking the water in front of coach, Kirsten smiled.
“Want some of this big guy.”
“Well her is what you get, your shit covered dildo down your fucking throat.”
And into his throat it went. Smelly, dirty dildo down the rapist throat.
“Fuck his throat: BASTARD.”
To Be Continued
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