From ddail@efn.org Wed Jun 26 15:03:25 1996 From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST : The Basletball Team #5 nc s&m v etc....... Date: 24 Jun 1996 01:26:00 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 394 Message-ID: <4qkqr8$fkt@dfw-ixnews9.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: wck-ca9-21.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Jun 23 8:26:00 PM CDT 1996 Path: 128.230.2.153!newstand.syr.edu!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!news.acsu.buffalo.edu!news.drenet.dnd.ca!crc-news.doc.ca!nott!torn!newsfeed.internetmci.com!hunter.premier.net!netnews.worldnet.att.net!ix.netcom.com!news The following in a collaboration of Parker and myself (Paladin). We hope you enjoy it. Comments should be sent to alt.sex.stories.d please. The following contains nonconsensual sex, violence, s&m, rape, sadism etc. If you are under age or offended by such, please go on to the next posting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Basketball Team #5 The sound of screaming came from outside. Larry walked over to a dirt-caked window and knocked out the pane. Sure enough, the tackle sleds were back in the school yard and fast approaching. Bubba was still in the lead, but Dimona was close behind. He had gone to the long whip and was snapping at his fillies' nipples. The girl's screamed, pushing with all their might, but, in spite of the meth, they were beginning to falter. Bubba shouted encouragement, working the whip for all he was worth. Dimona, despite being reduced to only the short whip, saw her chance. She swished her dragger's asses with all her strength, bringing her 'persuader' down again and again. The sounds of screaming reached Larry's ears as Dimona's girls, somehow fresher than Bubba's, responded with an increase in speed. Dimona's sled picked up speed, slowly closing the distance. Faced with defeat, Bubba acted true to his character: he cheated. Leaning back, he snapped his long whip, catching one of Mary's girls right on the labia. It was Elizabeth, a tall girl with short red hair and a face full of freckles. Normally a vivacious, energetic girl, the combination of abuse, drugs and physical exertion had left her a mess. Half dazed, she was pushing Mary's cart with all the strength left to her, but when Bubba's whip caught her labia, her cunt exploded up with stinging fire. Letting out a loud scream at the unexpected pain, she stumbled and fell, immediately slowing Dimona's cart. Enraged, Dimona leaned off the side of her sled and started yelling at Bubba as his sled pulled away and passed the courtyard finish line. She was still yelling and cursing when her own sled entered the courtyard, and thus didn't see the lowered roof that slammed her in the face and knocked her off her sled. Everything went black. She was out for most of the festivities, but when she finally woke her cunt was being ministered to by the defeated Bubba. Muttering a vague curse, she reached up and dragged his face down for a wet, sloppy kiss. He may be a fat, cheating bastard, but he was *her* fat cheating bastard! Young love be the best... ** The dazed, exhausted girls were freed from their sleds. Silent, dripping with sweat, the naked white girls trooped into the gym behind Larry. There in what had been the center court they saw Synthia in a brightly lit area in the middle of the room. The basketball coach was kneeling over a small, specially designed stool. Her hands were cuffed to its center post and her knees were locked to metal rings also attached to the post. The adjustment kept her bent over the stool with her cunt open to all. Her long brown hair hung down to the floor, obscuring her face. The exhausted girls moaned and sobbed as Larry herded them back to their dildo bench and had them sit down again. Their pussies and asses were still covered by red duct tape, so Larry forced them to sit on the back part of the bench, with the dildos sprouting up between their thighs. On his orders, each girl grabbed the dildo and held on. First girl that took her hand off, Larry told them, would have the thing in her ass. Crying, the girls held on for dear life. Back under the lights, Lucy knelt beside Synthia, 'encouraging' the white woman to arch her back and spread her legs by running a bristle street sweeper brush under her tender tits. The touch of the wire brush caused Synthia to arch up to avoid the bristles. Satisfied, Lucy went round and secured the waist strap which held Synthia's middle to the stool seat. The coach tried to lower her ass, but the black woman waved the brush. "Now you just arch up nice and pretty there and I won't have to use the brush on your tits again... or somewhere else. You stick up and give that pussy out and I don't have to do more. You stick it down and denies him, I put this sucker under there and then every time he pounce you get stuck more. You got that bitch?" Synthia, dazed and humiliated, could do nothing more than nod her head in confused agreement. Anything to avoid pain. But... what did she mean... pounce? Frightened, she squirmed on the stool, being careful to keep her ass high in the air. What was... Impatient, Marty strode on set. "OK... OK... let's get the show on the road I'm losing the light. Walt, you reloaded?" The cameraman nodded. "OK, you cocksucker... you better get some great shots. Cost me a fortune to get that kind of stuff for my orgy pic. Even..." The producer glanced over at Larry and smirked. "...if the spooks work for less than scale." Marty grinned when Larry glowered at him. "Hey big guy, how bout you give me the broads for tomorrow's shoot. I'll make it worth your while. Course I got to consider you their agent and..." Larry cut him off: "Look asshole, I don't know nothin 'bout tomorrow. These bitches got a game today. If my team win, I'll probably let's um go home with the bus." Larry raised his voice to make sure the girls heard. "Else wise I think a nice bus accident with a fire roast their pussies to the right color." For the first time since he'd arrived that morning, Marty looked shocked: "Spook... Spook... don't go nuts on me. That'd be a waste of good pussy. I mean I got an orgy pic and then the "Farmer in the Dell" project just waiting for a troop like this. They'd be perfect. I could use um all." He pointed at Regina. "Even the boy over there." "That there's a bitch," Larry growled, stalking up to the shorter man and glaring down at him, "and if you keep call'n me 'spook', you'll be one too. 'f you know what I mean." Marty swallowed. "Well, uh... I'll be dam, spoo... I mean spade." Larry growled, but the producer turned his attention to Regina again. "A bitch, you say? I got just the pic for her. She'd be a great butch with that hidden cunt of her's." He turned back to Larry. "What say Spade? I'll get lots of use out of um." Larry turned to the girls. "YOU'LL HEAR THIS FOOL? YOU WIN THE GAME TONIGHT AND I GIVE YOU TO HIM." The girls stared at him, wide-eyes. "Now watch here." He gestured at the pool of light. "See what you'll be doin'." "I'm all set," Walt shouted, right on cue. Relieved at having an excuse to walk away, Marty turned and hurried onto the impromptu set. "OK... OK... everything ready?" Receiving a nod from Walt, he walked around behind the camera. "In 1... 2... 3... action." Walt switched on the camera and Marty gestured at Tommy. Grinning, the man lead the great dane towards Synthia's captive ass. Finally, Synthia realized what was going to happen. "NO... NO... Don't do this... don't let him." The basketball twisted and squirmed on the stool, trying to protect her ass by squeezing her thighs tightly shut. Marty was disgusted. "CUT! CUT! That's fuckin' great. Lucy, you know you should have placed that brush under her stomach. This bitch ain't Wanda. Where she is from they probably never get a break like this at the start. Get that damn brush and fix it right this time." Angry, Lucy jumped to the task. She grabbed the twisting woman's breasts and pinched until she raised her body from the stool. Once the woman's back was properly arched, Lucy took the wire brush and jammed it, bristles up, under her crotch. Synthia let out a cry of pain as gravity puller her tender crotch down onto the bristles. "I tried to go easy on you," Lucy hissed, running a long fingernail down the outside of Synthia's pussy lips. "Now see how you like this." "Please..." Lucy laughed and walked away. Marty nodded. "OK," he called. "Now action... for real this time." Tommy let the dog off the leash. Confused, the great dane came up and sniffed at Sythia's exposed ass. The woman tried to pull away, but the pain from the wire brush was too great. With a quiet growl, Rover licked the unfamiliar sex organs. Not fast enough for Marty. "Cut!" He glared at the trainer. "Let's Speed him up Tom. We're losin' the light." While Tommy prepared Rover, Marty wandered over and knelt down in front of Regina. Leering, he reached up and fondled her tiny breasts. He was fascinated: it *was* a girl. "You could have a great career as a butch for me, kid. Sorry I thought you'se a boy but well you have to admit, you look the part. Be a shame to waste you in an... accident." Larry had walked over to see what was happening, but stopped when he heard what the producer was saying. He grinned; it fit right into his plans. Regina was not so happy; she broke down and started to cry in earnest. Her hands itched to slap this nasty man, but she was afraid of what would happen if she took them off the dildo. Sobbing, she promised herself she would never shoot another basket in her life. If she ever got out of this, why, she would go to a nunnery. Anything to get out of this madhouse... "C'mon Marty... you in a hurry, or what?" "Later," Marty grinned, giving her cheek a pat. The bald producer stood up and walked back to the set, where filming was almost ready to start again. "Roll 'm." The dog, now more motivated, advanced quickly. Synthia was beside herself with fear. "Please," she begged, staring back over her shoulder at the advancing dog. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I'll tell the officials that they have to give you the game. I'll tell them I cheated... I'll..." The great dane, oblivious to her begging, jumped forward and came down on her back, causing her to sink down onto the wire brush. "Ahhhhh..." Synthia let out a loud, agonized scream as she tried to foce her body to arch up off the penetrating brush. The dog was too heavy, though. With a growl, he began to hump up and down on the captive woman like he'd gone crazy, sliding his cock up and down on the coach's back. Synthia immediately stopped screaming and started trying to wriggle away from his slimy dick, anything to keep it from penetrating. Marty watched for a couple of moments and then snorted in disgust. "Stupid dog!" He looked over at Tommy. "You call yourself a trainer? The dog couldn't fuck the broad side of a barn." Tommy shrugged. Walt stopped filming. Marty thought for a second, and then stalked over to the bench where the girls were sitting, plastic dicks in hand. Larry held back, waiting to see what would happen. He walked up to Regina. "You, butch..." He grabbed her hair and pulled her from the bench. "You're coach needs some dog dick. Go help her out." Regina stared in horror. "No! Please... I couldn't do that... I'm a good girl. I.." Marty grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the set. "Well this here dog can come 10... 12 times an hour. You don't do it. I see to it we use you in the sequel... in about half an hour or so. Hell, might do it anyway. I got a feeling about you... you're a natural. More of a butch type, but the dog thing..." He let the threat hang unspoken. Regina looked uncertain. "You wanna switch?" he asked. "I bet your coach'd be real happy to help him with you..." Terrified, Regina nodded. She walked slowly forward and knelt down to find the dogs cock. "Start the camera," Marty hissed. "OK." "Grrr..." The dog growled menacingly from its perch atop the helpless basketball coach. He wasn't inside of her, but she was his. Any threat... Regina looked around, but there was no respite. Swallowing, she said: "Nice doggie... nice doggie." Tentatively, she rubbed his head, paying special attention to just behind his ears. When he calmed down a bit, she reached down and cupped his dick with her right hand. "A natural," Marty whispered loudly. Grimacing with disgust, Regina positioned the dog's cock... Sythia was frantic. "Regina, for the love of god, don't... Too late. The dark haired teenager had positioned the cock, inserted it and the dog did the rest. "Ahhh... no... no, get it out... please..." Regina fell back as her coach bucked and heaved under the weight of the great dane. "It's in the wrong place... oh god, it hurts... please, Regina... please get it out." Frightened, Regina tried to back away, but Marty ran up behind her and grabbed her by the hair. He dragged her around to Synthia's face, forced her to kneel and stretched her hand to the coach's dangling tits. "Girly you fucked up, but no problem. I still say you're a natural. Besides, she gots lots of holes; one's as good as another. Now, to make amends I want you to grab these cow tits of hers and make nice nice with the bitch. Make her nice and happy. Maybe give her a kiss or two. I bet you can make her come even with your fuck up. You're a natural." Marty released the girl and backed away. "Just remeber, you could be next!" Sobbing, Regina seized Synthia's tits and began to squeeze them. Not having any tits to speak of, and never having touched another girl, she started kneading them, like she would bread dough. "Regina... please... please... no do... don... don't... please.." Synthia babbled insanely, arching her back and twisting helplessly on the stool as the dog ass fucked her and her player kneaded her breasts. Marty was ecstatic. "That's right, baby, right on... right on, bitch. Kiss the bitch. Make it good for her... go on..." Regina looked at him in horror. "Come on dog girl," Larry called from the side, getting into the event. "Kiss the bitch... or would you rather kiss nice doggie's dick. I don't think Rover had a nice suck off this month. Coach won't mind the delay and Rover just another day in the biz. I make you suck him off, you don't get a move on." "Regina," Synthia whispered, her voice made unsteady by the pounding motion of the dog. "Don't listed to them. Please don't make me..." Regina made her choice. Still twisting and squeezing the dangling orbs, she leaned forward and kissed her basketball coach with a passion she's formerly saved for her as yet imaginary boyfriends. This was for real. Synthia had made her come here. She hadn't wanted to play on the team in the first place. She had bad enough trouble being teased about looking like a boy without getting involved in sports. But Synthia had convinced her. She'd get this bitch. She gripped her coach's tits and ground her lips against Synthia's unwilling mouth. When that mouth opened, the small breasted teenager slipped her tongue in and began to suck. Moaning around the girl's invading tongue, Synthia struggled to get away, but the death grip on her tits... the stool... the straps and the brush... and, most of all, the dog in her ass hole. She was... no god, no she was not a... Why was she so wet? No, not with a dog... She wouldn't .... She couldn't... oh god.... Then, without warning, the dog's dick swelled in her ass and shot what must have been a quart of hot spunk up her anus. She almost fainted, half in relief. She was saved... It was over, and she hadn't... Wait a moment... it didn't go down. It stayed there it was.... No! No! She was coming... coming... "Ahhh..." "Fuckin' great. Hope your getting all this." "Don't sweat it," Walt answered. Oh god... it was still there. He stayed inside and the swelling didn't go down. She was lost. She tried to sink down, but the brush forced her tender flesh to raise up again, fucking back against Rover. The dog took this as a cue to start again and went on with his love making. At a cue from Marty, Lucy came over and fastened a second belt loose over the dog's haunches, locking it in place. Then she took Regina back to her seat. "Big dog like that there cum till the cows come home, girl," she explained, sitting the tomboy down behind the dildo "She be tasting his cum for days. You done good. You be good with dog fuckers. You like horses?" "A natural," Marty called over. Lucy grinned and turned back to the snivelling teenager. "You win the game and it looks like you got a job with old Marty, here." Regina let out a loud sob as the black woman walked away. Back on the set, Synthia came again... and again... and again... She didn't know what was happening to her; she was delirious; her ass hurt; her tits hurt... *everything* hurt. But all she could do was come again and again, screaming and wailing like a demented fuck doll as the dog pounded its massive dick into her guts. Coming again... and again... and again...