I rolled off of my knees and onto my back. Two of the men grabbed my ankles and turned me so my crotch was facing the people on the bleachers. Then a bunch of naked guys came running out onto the court. Two of them held my hands straight out on the floor and two held my feet a little ways up into the air and one of them knelt between my legs. “She’s already wet,” he cried out. “We don’t need no lube.”
I thought it was kind that they had thought that I might need lube, but none was needed. The women were right when they said that I was dripping like a slut in heat. That’s exactly what I was. I thrust myself up to meet his thrust as he pushed his way into me. I knew that I was acting like a total whore, but I needed another orgasm. He wasn’t expecting that, and popped way too soon, but another quickly took his place. He was still thrusting into me when I screamed out in orgasm.
When he finished another took his place and drove me once again to the edge of orgasm. I was grunting loudly that I was almost there when he suddenly quivered and erupted inside me. The next man took me over the top and kept slamming into me keeping me almost convulsing in the throes of orgasm. When he finally grunted loudly and slammed into me for the last time, I started saying, “No more. No more. I can’t stand it.”
A loud, rough voice, yelled in my ear, “You will stand it, Chica. This is your punishment. And it hasn’t even really begun.”
I’m not sure if I really wanted them to stop, but I kept moaning, “No more. No more. Please, no more,” as the rest of the naked men continued to ravish me. I don’t know if I had multiple orgasms or I was just kept in one, long, continuous orgasm as the men took turns fucking me. Finally I realized that they weren’t holding my hands and feet anymore… and no one was inside me.
“Hands and knees,” Emmanuel ordered and I shakily rolled over and pulled myself up. He grabbed my hair and turned me so I was now facing the bleachers. “You keep facing your audience,” he said roughly. Then he smacked me on the ass and said, “And try to smile.”
Off to the side, I could see more naked men coming out onto the floor. Then something cold was suddenly squirted between my asscheeks and I could feel a finger smearing it all over my asshole. Once everything was greased up back there, the finger pushed into me and started moving in and out. My sphincter started to relax and soon there were two fingers pushing in and out of me, then three. Suddenly the fingers were pulled out and someone slapped me on the ass and cried out, “She’s ready.”
I felt someone kneeling behind me. Then I felt a prick pushing against my nether opening. The guy with the fingers had loosened me up pretty well, but my virgin rosebud didn’t want to open for him. He pushed harder and reached down with his hands to spread my asscheeks further apart. I gasped as he slid in. Thankfully he stopped for a moment to let me adjust to his huge intruder, but then he started pushing farther and farther in. I have never felt so full in my life. It was as if I had been stuffed with a huge salami. Then he started pumping.
I really hadn’t considered the possibility that they might rape my ass. I knew that they were going to use my mouth and my cunt, but for some reason I hadn’t thought about them using my ass. I should have thought about it. I know a lot of guys really like fucking a girl in the ass, but for some reason I forgot all about it.
Maybe I thought I wouldn’t like it. If so, I was wrong. I couldn’t believe the sensations as his prick slid in and out of my intestines. Maybe it would have felt different if I hadn’t been totally empty back there. I had given myself six enemas. I kept going until the water came back out totally clear. I didn’t do it for this, though. I was afraid that if they did painful things to me I might crap myself and that would be terribly embarrassing. I guess that wouldn’t have been anymore embarrassing than getting off on getting ass-raped.
After just a little while, I was moaning loudly and he was grunting with each thrust. Everybody started laughing and whooping again. “She’s beyond slut,” one of the women shouted out. “She’s even beyond whore,” another cried. “Is there anything that won’t get her off?” a man’s voice asked.
I was on my hands and knees gasping loudly and taking deep breaths. The first man had finished and I was acting like I was in heat or something. I really needed something back in my ass. I moaned as the second man pushed himself in through my rosebud. He wasn’t as big as the first man and I didn’t feel as full, but once he started moving, I returned to my moaning.
It was weird. I didn’t actually orgasm, but I was higher than hell. I didn’t go over the top. I just stayed there and groaned and moaned as man after man fucked my ass. When I heard Emmanuel say, “Stand up!” I groaned again, but this time it was a groan of disappointment.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but a naked guy lay down on the floor in the middle of the circle. “Impale yourself on him!” Emmanuel ordered and I looked at him confused. “Fuck yourself on him!” he barked out and I lowered myself down on the man. At first I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to use my cunt or my ass, but as I squatted down, he centered my cunt on his prick. Then Emmanuel pulled my legs out from under me so I was belly to belly with the man.
“Push your ass back up in the air,” Emmanuel ordered and I tried to do so. I felt someone more or less straddling my legs and then I felt a prick sliding into my ass. I was so loosened up by the previous fuckings that he went in really easily.
“Now look up,” Emmanuel ordered and I looked up to see him standing in front of me. He was naked and his prick was all the way hard once again. He shoved it into my mouth and pushed hard so it went all the way down my throat. Then all three men started thrusting.
I was overwhelmed with sensations almost as soon as they started moving. I could feel the pricks moving in my mouth, my cunt, and my ass and I could feel the pricks moving against one another through the thin membranes that separated my ass from my cunt. I raised my arms off the ground and grabbed Emmanuel by the thighs. I wasn’t getting enough air, but I didn’t care. I was going higher than I ever had before– higher than I had even fantasized about going. Suddenly everything went white and I could feel myself bouncing and flailing. I think I was spanking Emmanuel’s ass with my hands. I felt his prick pulsing in my mouth. The other two thrust hard into me and spurted. Then everything went black.
Chapter Three – Felicia’s Story, Punished by the Women of North Thirty
When I came to, I was lying face down on the floor. For some reason, I wasn’t sure where I was because the bleachers appeared to be empty. Then a woman leaned down so her face was right in front of mine and said, “They’ve left you for us to punish now.”
I looked around and saw that all the women were standing in a semi-circle more or less at my feet. The woman used her boot to roll me over and then said, “I’m Camilla. I lead the women of North Thirty.” She then gave me a tight-lipped smile and added, “We’re the ones who get left behind to cry when the men have their little wars.” Her face got very angry-looking as she said, “And some punk Knight tried to break the truce.” She paused. “We can’t punish him because we didn’t catch him,” she nearly spit out, “but we have you.” She then reached down and pinched one of my nipples really hard. I screamed and she pinched it even harder and twisted it with her fingers.