Chained Cheerleader

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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 bonds 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.
Chapter 10
"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 small 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 don'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 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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