Robert Vickers - Chained cheerleader

"There they are!" came a loud cry from across the field. Hope flared and then died. Debbie had hoped it was someone coming to rescue her. Instead, several members of the team trotted onto the field. A couple of them even held their boners.

The sight of the men hanging onto hard pricks caused something to snap inside her. She writhed away from Bradford and ran to the other end of her chain. The suddenness with which she ran it to its end jerked her off her feet. Gagging weakly, she kneeled in front of the tackling dummy. One of the men silently dropped down behind her. His hands went around her waist and his thick cock pressed hotly between the slabs of her ass. He rammed forward, his cock spearing her directly in the pussy. She grunted as the dry prick rubbed her raw as it worked its way into her hidden depths. Her pussy had gone dry from being threatened with the knife. But the nearness of the cock, the feel of the man's hands stroking her flanks, pulling hard at her dangling tits, even fondling and fumbling with her cunt, all built up sexual tension inside her belly again.

"Ummm, why are you all doing this to meee?" she moaned. The cock slid in and out of her cunt more easily now that her juices had begun to flow. "I never did anything to you!"

"Hey, you mean she's not willing?" demanded one of the men.

"Mr. Bradford, you told us all these chicks liked what we did to them. All of them were nymphs, hungry for cock, no matter how they got it."

"That's right, Stan. Look, you know how some chicks tell you not to fuck them when you're doing just that?"

"Yeah. They sort of get caught up in the fucking and lose track of what's going down."

"Right. She's like that. She loves this but she's not able to admit it. 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 bounds 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.

"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!"