"Jesus! What the hell's going on!" came a voice ringing through the empty stadium. Debbie dully turned her head and peered into the gloom. She could hardly see. A red veil of pain crossed her eyes and a strand of her once lustrous blonde hair fell over her forehead. She tossed her head and sent the vagrant hair back into place, then saw Sherry standing at the edge of the field.
The other girl's expression told the entire story. She was shocked. Something inside of Debbie made her suddenly unhappy. Sherry hadn't had to put up with tortures like this. She hadn't been required to fuck the entire Goddamn football team. Only she, Debbie Connors, had done that. It was a dubious honor but the blonde cheerleader felt a surge of pride in what she had endured. Somehow, this made her seem better in her own eyes. She had withstood pain and more cocks than she had ever had in her entire life. She had been whipped and raped up the ass, forced to suck men off, jerk them off and then had been gang raped. She had endured all that and more. The mental anguish she felt couldn't be put into words. Everything Bradford had done was designed to humiliate her further. He hadn't bothered to take off her boots. Other than this, she was stark naked and had been the entire evening. This promised her some very protection while denying her that which mattered, he robbed her of her dignity whenever and however possible.
The idea of having some of those big, strong, burly men fuck her was nice. She'd had that in the back of her mind ever since she'd spied on Sherry and Ben fucking their brains out. Bradford had sensed her desires and had perverted them. He had twisted those aspirations into something filthy and lewd. She had begun to think she was personally responsible. Debbie didn't believe Bradford when he called her a cock-teaser – not quite. But the tortures added on to other tortures had taken their toll on her mind. Slowly, she was beginning to think he might be right. He had forced her to doubt herself and her own morals.
"What the fuck is going on?" demanded Sherry again. "This is the most sordid thing I ever saw. I didn't believe Debbie when she said you were after her ass, Bradford, but, God, do I ever believe it now!"
"Take her, too," the man said calmly. One of the football jocks looked at the general manager and then over at Sherry. Indecision was written on every line in his face.
"Are you sure this is okay, boss? I mean, Sherry's a good girl. And Ben doesn't like to share his chick with nobody."
"It's all right, I tell you." Bradford's voice took on an added snap. The command was obvious. "No, I think I'm gonna go shower. The others can bugger her for you if they want. I mean, God, Ben's a mean motherfucker! If he caught me fucking around with Sherry, he'd rip my bloody arms off!"
The man turned, tucked in his now flaccid prick and trotted off. The others exchanged glances and guiltily let Debbie's legs swing free. She groaned as the full weight of her body rested again on her chained arms and shoulders. The blonde's entire weight was suspended from the cross piece of the goal post, her feet barely touching the ground.
Sherry swaggered over, anger written in her every movement. "I think I'll tell Ben about this. Goddamn, I hope he rips all your arms and legs off. And maybe he'll twist those slimy peckers of yours, too!"
Sherry stood with her hands perched on her perky hips. She stared directly into Bradford's eyes as if daring him to say anything. Just as he started to speak, she cut him short.
"I'm going to tell Ben about you, not them. They were duped into raping Debbie. But you were the one responsible. Shit, Debbie, I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said he had it in for you. I figured he wanted a quick piece of ass and, what the hell, he deserves it. After all, he's the general manager. But this is too much!"
Debbie cringed as the girl lightly pushed on her bruised tits. The movement was enough to set her swinging. She moaned loudly, the pain almost more than she could bear. The girl was positive her arms would fall off. She was slowly regaining a sense of where she was – and it was terrible.
The cold air blowing across the field simulated icy lingers into her raped pussy. She felt the wind drying the flow of her cunt oil and making her entire body tremble. The way she had been fucked up the ass and the cunt had left her bruised and battered. The girl knew that the next day would be worse. Her body would protest this abusive treatment and she would feel real pain.
Right now, she was still coasting along, numbness covering her mind and body.
"There are laws against this, Bradford. I'm going to see you tossed into the slammer for the rest of your life."
Bradford only smiled, his lips turning up evilly at the corners of his mouth. "You think so, bitch? I control the contracts on you and that muscle bound boyfriend of yours. What's he going to choose, a piece of ass like you or a multi-million dollar meat ticket for the next five years?"
For the first time since coming to Debbie's rescue, the dark-haired girl looked unsure of herself.
"You can't cancel Ben's contract. That's already sighed. And I mean more to him than a quick fuck."
"I'm sure you do, but what man is going to blow off over a million dollars? He might fight it in the courts and win, but that'll take years. He doesn't have years left playing ball. He'll be over the hill then and nobody'll want him. The money's good, but that asshole boyfriend of yours loves to play football. We die before he'd get himself in a position where he might end up benched."
"No," said Sherry, the conviction gone from her voice.
"Yes," said Bradford, moving with the suddenness of a striking snake. His arms circled Sherry's waist and he hoisted her up into the air and spun her around. Never releasing his hold on her, he used his weight to carry her to the ground. Flat on her belly, his strong arms pinning hers to her sides, she was totally helpless.
Debbie moaned, "No, Sherry, run! Get away, please, please! Get help! Get Ben! Ohhhhhhh!"
Chains rattled in the darkness of the playing field. All Debbie could see was the struggling pair. She had no way of telling what the outcome of the fight would be. Hoping and praying did her no good. The blonde teenager saw Bradford stand and laugh.
Sherry rolled onto her back and managed to sit up, her hands securely chained behind her back. Debbie could see the muscles standing out in bold relief on the other girl's neck as Sherry fought against the bindings. It did her no good. She wasn't strong enough to get free.
"Now that we've settled this mess, let's have some fun. Just the three of us, since all my friends seem to have gone to the showers."
"What are you going to do, Bradford?" demanded Sherry, indignant and more than a little frightened now.
"You're making a real asshole out of yourself, cunt," snapped Bradford. "I think you should find out what it means to smart off to me."
He dragged Sherry over to where Debbie still hung limply. He pulled another length of chain around both their waists and cinched it tight. They were bound together face to face.
"I'll be back," he promised.
Debbie managed to keep from crying only through incredible effort. Her entire world was crumbling again. For a brief moment, when Sherry had come onto the field, she'd had hope. That had been her mistake. She had hoped and thought that she would soon be free of Bradford. Sherry had failed, and now both of them were at the man's mercy.
"I'll cut his balls off!" flared Sherry, her entire body shaking in anger. "Wait till I get out of this, I'll…"
Debbie cut her off with one single sentence. "What makes you think we're going to get out of here?"
"What?"
"What makes you think Bradford won't kill us when he's done? We might be able to make a charge against him stick with the cops. They don't much care, usually, about rape, but maybe this time they will. He can't take the chance of losing his job. And Ben is going to rip him limb from limb, right?"
Right! Debbie did cry then. She knew Sherry was wrong. Ben wouldn't do any such thing. They were all alone, on their own and totally under the command of the team's general manager. Bradford could do any damned thing he wanted to them.
"Here, kid, let me try to boost you up a little." Sherry hunkered down and got her shoulder under the naked girl's tits. Straightening up took some of the pressure off Debbie's arms but the shoulder crushing the bottom of her boobs was more than she could stand.
"God, kid, I didn't want to hurt you," said Sherry, a touch of panic coming into her voice. "I was only trying to help, honest!"
"I know, I know," sobbed Debbie. "It's not your fault, it's Bradford's. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone in my life!"
"What's he going to do with us now?" asked Sherry, real fear tingling her words.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," came the cold voice they both recognized instantly. "I'm gong to show you girls how to have some real fun. And I mean real fun!" Sherry suddenly found herself trying to support all of Debbie's leaden weight. The pair of them tumbled to the ground, still chained together at the waist.
Debbie felt the pressure leave her shoulders. Bradford had released her from the goal post. She tried to use her hands to attack the man as he came closer. She discovered that her arms refused to move. The circulation had been cut off for too long.
"Now we do a little rearranging. You'll both love this!" The rattle of chains and the meshing of arms and legs kept both the girls confused. Neither cheerleader was able to escape. When the man had finished with the rechaining, they found they were chained like animals to one of the goal posts.
One chain locked around their necks, and they were positioned so that their wrists were chained behind the other's back. No amount of struggle now would get them free.
"Here, kid, take this."
"NO!" Debbie heard a resounding smack as Bradford slapped the other girl's face. Then she felt a long, hard cylinder shoved into her hands, chained behind Sherry's back.
"Since the bitch won't take you, you can fuck her with this."
The shaft in Debbie's hand was a dildo; she felt Bradford's hand moving across hers, guiding her downward over the smooth curve of Sherry's ass.
"I won't!"
"You will," said Bradford, "or you're both dead right here and now."
A ripping noise came and Sherry tensed. Bradford had cut through the crotch of her jeans with a knife. The girl arched her back and tried to avoid the sharp pointed blade probing toward her snatch.
"Shove that fucking dildo in and get to using it!" A humming noise came and Sherry moaned louder as Debbie did as she was told. Frightened of dying now, she wanted only to please Bradford. If it required her to fuck her friend with the vibrating dildo, she would do it and gladly. Anything was okay with her, as long as Bradford left her alone.
But Bradford didn't leave her alone. He had never intended to. The man walked around behind the girl, his hands resting on her naked butt. He stroked the tortured, well fucked flesh and hummed to himself. She cringed, gooseflesh popping up over her once smooth ass. She hated his touch as much as if he had dripped slime.
Keep fucking Sherry with that vibrator. It's not as good as my prick, of course, but that's her loss. Debbie felt some of the circulation returning to her hands and it hurt terribly. Needles of sensation danced along her wrists and arms, and she almost dropped the vibrator. She clung desperately to it because it helped return the feeling to her hands. No matter that she was raping her friend. After all, she had put up with much worse this evening.
Deep down inside, Debbie almost enjoyed this. She was feeling Sherry's tits growing with lust under the thin tee shirt she wore. Their tits pressed firmly into one another's and she was beginning to feel just a little sexy again. And naughty, like the time the two of them had eaten each other out. That hadn't seemed the least bit perverted at the time. Neither did this. Not now not after all that had happened to Debbie last night.
"You do that good, cunt. Maybe you've had practice."
She tried to shut Bradford's voice out entirely, but the man's lewd foundlings of her ass made it difficult. When he gripped the dual mountains of her asscheeks and pulled them apart, she moaned louder, pain shooting all the way up into her pussy. It hadn't been that long since the man had fucked her up the ass, and she was still sore. The whipped flesh of her buttocks quivered under his obscene probing.
She cried out when his finger jabbed directly into the puckered ring of her asshole.
"What's wrong, bitch? Don't like it? Don't like it when a real man wants to fuck you up the shit chute? Maybe you'd rather I used the dildo all the way up your ass. I will if you don't fuck your friend faster!"
"Sherry, I…"
"Its okay, Debbie. I know what's going down here. Do it. Ummmm, oh, sweet Jesus, it's so damned big in me!"
Debbie continued to shove and pull the dildo in and out of her friend's pussy. She felt a thick flow of fuck juice drenching her hand. The other girl was getting turned on. Debbie wished she were getting hot, too. That would make what was going to happen to her a little easier to take.
She sobbed when Bradford moved his finger along her pussy lips, he stroked back and forth, promising tenderness but delivering only brutality. Debbie grunted as Bradford threw himself fully on top of her. She felt her tits crush down on Sherry's, and then there wasn't any space between their bodies at all. Bradford had made a sex sandwich out of them, Debbie caught in the center.
She couldn't fight Sherry with the dildo, not with Bradford's weight pinning her hands firmly under the raven haired girl's body. But the man wasn't in any condition to notice. His prick sailed back and forth in the juicy cradle of her cunt.
The thrill of sex passed through her body for an instant. She could forget all that he had done to her; it vanished as nothing but ecstasy filled her. He touched all the right nerve endings. The nearness of a cock was like a breath of cool air on a muggy day. And then he perverted this as he had done everything else.
He moved back and bludgeoned her already tender asshole with the tip of his prick. He didn't try to ease forward gradually, coaxing the puckered ring of anus to relax. That would be too gentle. He rammed hard, his entire body carrying his prick into the girl's butt.
"Aieeee!"
Even Sherry, pinned underneath her, gasping at the force of the impact. Debbie almost blacked out as the cock raced all the way up her ass. The emptiness of her rectum had almost been a comfort after all the butt fucking that had gone on earlier. Now the man's big, swollen prick reamed out her ass again. She cried bitterly at the pain. Most of all, she cried in humiliation.
No matter what the man did, he managed to abuse her and make her feel like shit. She could only passively take his cock all the way up her tightest passage. The hot drill of his cock scared delicate tissues as he speared deeper and deeper into her body.
"Can't breathe," protested Sherry. "Hurry, damn you, hurry and get off so I can get some air into my lungs!"
Debbie shook her head and tried to clear her brain of the cobwebs that were forming. She was on the verge of passing out again. The pain of the butt fucking was almost more than she could boar. Then an idea came to her. If she could change this from brutal anal rape to something more to her liking, she wouldn't feel quite so used. She lifted her head and peered into Sherry's startling blue eyes. Her own sea-green ones sparkled with the hint of an idea. She licked her lips, even as Bradford continued to corn hole her. Then she bent forward and kissed Sherry full on the lips.
For a moment, the girl underneath her tensed. She soon melted and returned the kiss with great favor. Their tongues dueled, dancing in and out of each other's mouths until they panted with lust. Debbie felt some of the agony passing from her body. This was turning her on. She wanted more of Sherry's sweet mouth.
Insistently, she pressed her tongue against the other girl's closed lips. When those ruby lips parted slightly, she shoved her tongue fully into Sherry's mouth. The dark haired cheerleader began sucking on her tongue. Her pearly teeth nipped and teased while the very tip of that rough, pink tongue flicked all over the tip of Debbie's trapped tongue.
She felt urgings deep inside her beginning to grow. Getting off on fucking was a psychological thing, at least part of it was. She was thinking sexy thoughts, good thoughts. Her pussy began to drool obscenely. She encouraged it, almost wishing the man would start fucking her cunt. She needed that! But he continued thrusting hard and fast up her tailpipe. Her asshole burned and the electric thrill she felt mounting inside her took longer to reach the point at which she would get off.
But when the blonde cheerleader came, he came with the full impact of a ton of bricks falling down a well.
She arched her back and shoved her ass into the curve of the man's crotch. She had to get more of his fuck stick into her body. She simply had to!
Hot cock burned along her delicate bowels. She shuddered and began fucking backwards to get even more of that mighty, swollen prick into her guts. The way it quivered and danced and throbbed told her of his virility. She needed that to get off even more.
When she came again, the top of her head blasted off. She couldn't control her body. She almost succeeded in tossing. Bradford off with the mighty convulsions of her tender young body.
"Shit, baby, you're hornier than I thought. Great what a man's cock will do for a real sex crazed bitch isn't it?" he grunted.
He picked up the tempo of the fucking until she was positive he would burn himself to a charred nubbin in her body. Then came the swift flood of his jism the surge got her off again, and then nothing but flaccid cock remained.
Limp cock and the man's burning desire to degrade both of them.
He stood, his prick flopping loosely in front of his crotch. He said slowly, "I think I'll rearrange you. Yeah, that would be real nice!"
He unfastened the locks on their chains and swiftly moved to rechain them in a different position. Sherry was pulled spread-eagle between the goalposts. He began using the dildo on her pussy, twisting and spinning it until Debbie thought he was going to shove the eighteen inch artificial cock all the way up her pussy until it vanished.
Debbie's sex fogged brain cleared slowly. She realized that Bradford wasn't paying her any attention now. He had simply chained her hands behind her, looped some chain around an ankle and fastened it all to her neck. She couldn't run without choking herself to death.
But she saw the gleam of brass on the ground. Hope flared. She rolled over and over until she could see the piece of metal close up. A key! The key to her locks! She managed to get the key between her fingers, and after dropping it many heartbreaking times, get it into the lock, a simple turn and the lock opened. It took her a few more minutes to unwrap from the lengths of chain Bradford had bound her with and then she was free.
Free! But to do what? She couldn't possibly tackle Bradford. She was too weak, too sore and aching in muscle and mind, to attack him. Even swinging a length of the chain she couldn't hope to stop him from raping Sherry. Sherry had made the mistake of thinking she could reason with that animal; Debbie wasn't even going to try. Learning from her friend's mistake, the blonde cheerleader turned and ran. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. She just knew that she had to get away from the evil scene on the playing field. The deserted concrete corridors under the stadium had never looked more inviting to her as she raced into them, her boots clicking wildly and echoing.