Blake Garfield - Raped virgin cheerleader

"Right on," Tommy said, and aimed his cock right at her eyes. "All over your trampy, cum-sucking face."

Barbie screamed, as his piss scalded her eyes, but she kept them wide open as Tommy pissed into them. He pissed across her nose and into her wide, open mouth. Other team members started pissing. They hosed her body with a dozen streams of piss, then two dozen. Before long almost every boy on the football team was drenching Barbie's sleek young body in stinking yellow beer piss.

Barbie writhed in ecstasy as the boys pissed on her. Her sinuous, sultry body twisted and rippled in a display of raw, sluttish sex. Before long her creamy, welted skin glistened with piss. Boys pissed into her beer bottled stuffed cunt and ass. More then anywhere else the boys pissed all over beautiful face and into her open mouth. They laughed at her and called her, the vilest of names while watched her swallowing steaming mouthfuls of their dirty piss. Each time she emptied her mouth they would fill it up again. Barbie couldn't stop climaxing. Her cunt and asshole gripped the bottles that plugged them until they were close to shattering. The cunt poured so much fuck-cream that the bottles in it were filled with the gooey stuff. Her ass clutched one of the bottles so fiercely it shot out of her ass.

Too soon for Barbie needs the piss streams trickled down then stopped. The boys, has pissed so much that it had washed off most of the jism and pussy-juiced that had coated Barbie's sleek young body. The piss and gooey gunk had streamed down her body to the ground beneath her, turning it to mud. Barbie popped face down in the filthy, smelly black muck, she rolled and squirmed in it coating her sleek svelte body with it.

Barbie looked up at the ring of grinning boys that surround her. As she continued to squirm and roll and slither in the stinky, slimy black muck, Barbie realized something direful.

The Academy boys had kidnapped her, held her against her will, debasing her, force her into becoming a lowly, pain loving gutter whore, into a sex slave for men's amusement. They were strangers who hated her. Who despised everything and everyone from Eastport. They had set out on a campaign of conquest, with her as the primary weapon.

While the forty faces that were staring down at her, ogling her with animal lust and loathing contempt, were people she knew. Many of them whom she had known for most of her life. One of them she had even dated. She had gone to dances and movies and parties school with them. She had cheered at every single one of their games. These were her friends, her schoolmates.

Though, do to her training at the Academy. She had begged them to do every painful, degrading thing that they done to her sexy, young body, Barbie seethed. As she thought that that her lover, friends and schoolmates were ten times worse the Academy boy were by their heartless raping of her.

Her life had been completely and utterly destroyed. She had been debased, fucked, beaten and pissed on by the very people she had thought of as her friends.

Yes these forty boys were ten times – no a thousand times worse – then the Academy boys were.

Now she laid lip in piss soaked mud, her lean, sexy body streaked with spunk, pussy-juices, and filth. A beer bottle stuck out of her cunt filled with pussy-cream with another one buried deep in her cunt also filled to the brim. Another beer bottle was lost up her shitter. Every inch of her young body screamed in agony. But despite her loathing for her schoolmates and the pain that radiated throughout her body she didn't want her schoolmates to leave.

If they left she would be alone. No one would be fucking her. No one would be hurting her. No one would be abusing her. No one would be debasing her.

Barbie didn't think she could stand it.

"More!" she cried out desperately. "Please fuck the slut some more! Please hurt the bitch. Please! Oh, please!"

"Not now Slime Queen!" Tommy chuckled. "Later! After we kick the Academy's military ass. Maybe we'll have another party."

"Or maybe not," Morris said cruelly. "We might have some real girls willing to fuck us after we win the conference championship. Respectable girls, you know. They'll be all happy after we win the game. You know you can fuck a slut anytime, but you've got to jump at your chances with real girls."

Barbie sobbed at Morris' heartless words.

Her ex-boyfriend nudged Barbie onto her back with his foot. "Here, Your Highness, a token of our affection for you," Brian chuckled as he squatted over Barbie face. "A last little party favor for you to keep and cherish until we met again, our beloved Queen of Slime."

Barbie knew what to expect even before the first turd slipped out of Brian's shitter. A orgasm raced through her as it splatter down into her left eye socket the her right eye socket then the rest of he load of shit filled her open mouth and coiled up around it.

"You're one gross mother-fucker Brian!" one of the freshmen said from the back of the van.

"It may be gross but she loves it!" Brian chuckled. "Look at the way she humping."

"Maybe we should all take a crap on her," another one of the freshmen progressed hopefully.

"Shit, no!" a third freshmen shouted. "Its all ready eight-thirty. We barely have enough time to get back to town, over to the school, suit up and be ready for coach by ten. Oh, shit if coach finds out we violated curfew he'll fucking kill us." Completely unconcerned about the sexy, young cheerleader that they all had spent the night raping.

"He doesn't have to know, does he!" snapped Morris.

"And he better fucking never!" snapped Tommy.

As the cars and vans drove passed Barbie they call her the vilest of names. As the last van rolled pass Barbie. Brian leaned out the window. "Bye, bye Barbie, you sleazy whore. Maybe you can drag your slimy ass back to school and give us all blow-jobs at half time."

After the last van left the park and the dust settled down a step-van with park markings on it pulled up next to Barbie. Gary and Dave got out. And Pat climbed out of fire watchtower with a video camera in hand.

"Looks natural, doesn't she?" Gary asked with a grin, as she squirmed in the slimy muck.

"Sure does!" replied, Pat. "Those lousy creeps won't have a chance at the game! They are so fucked-out and worn-out that our team will mow right over them."

"And after the game their fancy dreams will be over," giggled Dave as he waved the video camera in his hands.

"Yea, man their asses are grass. Once we start mailing copies of the tape," snickered Pat.

"Yea, those rich fucks will never recover from the scandal," Gary stated.

Barbie was slick with the piss, jism and pussy-cream muck. Shit stilled covered her face. Her sleek body bore welts too numerous to count. Spunk and pussy cream leached out of her beer bottle stuff cunt, as it continue to twitch wildly. Her asshole trickled jism as the stretch asshole star winked open and closed. Dave grabbed the bottle sticking out of her cunt and raised it to her lips. He held it upside down until every drop of her pussy-cream was drained out of the bottle and down her throat. Barbie fired off two quick orgasms as she drank her own cunt-juices.

Gary viciously kicked the daze teen in her heaving breasts. After the thoroughly fucked cheerleader's eyes stopped their random movement and locked onto Gary's cold hard, steely gray eyes he giggled evilly, "That was a very successful first mission, slut," Gary said. "But you fucked up several times, didn't you!"

The terrified teen shook uncontrollably with fear as she sobbed. "Yes Gary I fucked up badly. Please forgive me."

"Well we have some special little treats for air-head's fuck-ups," Gary scowled. "But first I've come up with a nifty idea Barbie-sleaze. What do you say that the very first copy goes strait to your parents before the game ends today, along with a letter from you on how much fun you had making the tape?"