Britney froze at the sound of the first low voices of the football team.
Desperately, she held her exposed body tightly against the sawhorse, not daring to move or make a sound. Her wrists and ankles ached, her thighs trembled. Her body was cold with sweat, but she didn’t dare squirm or make a sound. She prayed that they wouldn’t find her – not like this! Perhaps they wouldn’t shower tonight, perhaps the coaches would arrive in time to save her?
“Fuckin’ Wildcats!,” she heard one of the deep voices growling. She recognized the voice of the player she had seen from the shadows earlier. “They stole the game from us! Stole it!”
Locker doors opened and slammed loudly, and she heard the voices grow in number. There must be twenty of them, she feared, her wide eyes darting desperately around the shower stall, wrists tugging one last time against the painfully-tight white nylon rope. There was no way she could escape---
Then it happened. The first muscular player, his torso wrapped in a white towel, entered the shower. He stopped, stunned when he saw Britney bound and gagged, her blue eyes pleading for help.
“What the hell?” He grunted. At first he was surprised, then with a smile as his eyes traced the naked curves of Britney’s exposed thighs. Britney shook her head, desperately, trying to twist away, but he yelled towards the locker room. “Hey, guys! Get in here! Someone left us a little surprise!”
Britney moaned into her gang, and tugged on her ropes as another half-dozen players filed into the shower stall. She blushed as she felt their eyes dancing over every curve. “Holy shit!” One of the players said, as they gathered in small circle around the captive cheerleader. “What the hell is she doing here? That’s one of the Wildcat cheerleaders…!”
A tall, rough-looking player with tattoos on his naked torso pushed through the crowd of half-naked men, smiling with satisfaction. When he spoked, Britney recognized him immediately as the threatening voice she had heard earlier, the one who had laughed about raping her only an hour before.
“Don’t you recognize who this is?” He laughed, moving close to her and pulling her head back by her ponytail. Britney grunted into her gag, “The is fuckin’ Britney Stevens!”
“Are you kidding me? Their head cheerleader?” One of the players in the circle laughed. The circle was growing bigger. Over a dozen football players now surrounded the helpless girl. “The one who’s been posting all that trash talk about us on Twitter?”
The tall player ran a hand over the ropes on her wrists, and slid a hand up her naked thigh. “And the one that put Marcus and Jorge and jail with her little drug bust last month.” Britney protested and squirmed against his touch. “Looks like someone’s gonna be our little fuck-toy tonight!”
“Mmm-MMMRRRFFF!” Britney screamed at his words and tried to struggle, but only found the rope around her neck pulled tighter. Her buttocks quivered as the player positioned himself behind her, and pulled her skirt up, slowly caressing her legs.
One of the players nervously looked around, “I don’t know, guys – what if we get caught. I mean, there bound to realize she’s missing, and---“ One of the other players turned to him, “And they’re going to come looking for her here … in our locker room?”
At this all the players laughed, and a sudden silence came over the room. It had become real. The tall player nodded to the other to stand guard, and Brittany knew she was doomed. “Watch the door! We take turns until everybody’s done her. No need to worry about her screaming. They’ve got two pairs of socks in that big mouth of hers!”
With a grin, one of the players pulled down the shoulder straps of her tight halter top. The others whistled as her 36D breasts bounced free, nipples erect from the sudden cold. Britney screamed into her gag, the sound not more than a muffled protest. “Holy shit – this babe is stacked!” Britney heard on of them say, as one of them roughly cupped her full breasts in his hands and began fondling them intensely. “She’s fucking loving this!”
Britney shook her head angrily, suddenly feeling fingers on her toned buttocks, pulling them apart. She struggled, tugging on the aching ankle ropes pulled her legs open to their leering eyes. Several of the men had dropped their towels, her eyes widened as she glimpsed their mammoth erections.
“Let’s show this big-breasted cheerleader what we do to Wildcats—“
“Glll-FFFF!” She screamed helplessly as two fingers suddenly penetrated her from behind, sliding deep inside of her, then pulling back, then pushing forward again and again, lubricating her. “She tight, but wet, boys!” The tall player laughed, and the men cheered, watching as he worked her expertly. She felt violated, helpless, and surrounded. Two of the other players pulled her ponytail, forcing her head back, while a third fondled her breasts. Their hands were everywhere.
The tall player dropped his briefs, and for a brief moment, Britney glimpsed in horror his engorged penis just inches from her spread buttocks. “Nnnn-GGGFFF! MMM-RRRFFF!” She screamed desperately, but he had already placed the tip against her open labia. “Let her squeal, boys– I’m going IN!”. And with that he thrust forward with all his might.