The Cheer Of Being Led Into A Trap

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Following our afternoon practice, Jenna requests help to tidy up the terrain. No one but me volunteers. She greets my raised hand with an exaggerated sigh. Even if I could pass for her slightly younger – and meeker – sister in appearance, we’re far from close. She’s always been haughty with me, but then again, she is our captain. Perhaps it’s a part of her role.We put away all the equipment in silence. The field is empty, and only a few spectators linger in the stands. Our lively performance always attracts family and other curious eyes, and I’m not naive enough to ignore the appeal of the flying miniskirts. Although I’ve never admitted it to anyone, I even take a weird pride in imagining the effect of our bodies on the audience.Half-an-hour later, Jenna and I are done. She looks a bit less stern and even starts humming as we make for the locker-room. I’m awkward as hell next to her. She’s the most gorgeous blonde I know – tall, muscular and curvaceous – and I’m a pale copy of that masterpiece.“You were top-notch today,” she says while we amble through the deserted corridor. Her smile is a curious mixture of genuine glee and concealed contempt.“Err, thanks. I felt good. Maybe that’s why it showed.”“Is there a reason for such an excellent mood?”I want to return the question but shrug instead. I can’t bring myself to express how lustful our outfits make me feel.Initially, I applied for the team because I’d done some modern dancing from ages eight to seventeen. Even if the leotard was more revealing than our current uniforms, their effects on me couldn’t be more opposing. In the former, I felt like a girl, and in the latter, a fierce goddess – at least as long as I don’t compare myself with Jenna.She, of course, is above everyone, and boy is she aware of it! She’s as feared as she is admired, and all the males – whatever their age – want her. Of course, the rest of us are jealous, but we can do nothing but to await her graduation.I managed to attract one shady guy during the first semester. We went through a budding romance until he shook the dust of our small town from his feet. At least, he had time to take care of my virginity – or perhaps to defile it. He hardly gave me the same pleasure as my fingers, but his attentions still were welcome. Once or twice, he dared to be rough, and I still cling to those memories.“In fact, one might even say you were trying to steal the show,” Jenna’s voice behind me draws me back from my reveries. As I swivel around, she’s pocketing the locker-room key. “I can’t have that.”“What are you talking about? You know you’re our ‘queen.’” I try not to sound too bitter.“As I should be! But don’t think I didn’t see how everyone stared at you this time, little slut.”My mouth falls open, and my ears start to throb.“And what if it were the case?” I ask in defiance. However, my tone serves just to hide my confusion. My cheeks grow hotter as I imagine all eyes on me, and the wetness between my thighs intensifies. “Haven’t you got your share of attention already?”Jenna laughs.“Oh, so our docile Claire does have some spunk after all!”“Less than you, I’d bet,” I say, eyeing at her crotch that lies hidden underneath the skimpy skirt.The queen’s eyes widen. She strides to me, grabs my hair and pulls my head backwards. Her other arm restrains mine.“In addition to your sassiness, your mind is every bit as dirty as I suspected. I love it when I’m right!”I fight back, but Jenna’s a bit taller than me and a great deal brawnier. Part of me wants to yield, but I can’t give her the satisfaction.“Let me go, you crazy cunt,” I whimper.“Cunt, eh?” The other girl lets go of my hair and plunges her fingers under my skirt. I close both my eyes and my thighs, but it’s too late. “This confirms everything! You do enjoy showing yourself to all those wankers in the stands…”“No, I don’t!”“You can deny all you casino siteleri want, but your panties say otherwise. I thought I saw your wetness the other day, but it might’ve been just sweat. Turns out it wasn’t!”She brings her fingers to my nose, and my own scent attacks my nostrils.“So, what’s your plan?” I ask. I’m short-winded now but still, try to hide my growing arousal behind a mask of resistance. I’ve never been into girls, but her roughness is precisely what I’ve been looking for. “You’re clearly aiming at something.”“Indeed,” she whispers. “Some well-deserved humiliation.”I could flee during the half-second it takes her to release me and grab a pair of leather cuffs. However, I’m already through the looking glass. My mouth protests, and I try to pull my hands apart, but my heart’s not in it. I’m dying to learn what she means. I only know I’m soaked like never before.Right before she blindfolds me, I catch a glimpse of her second locker. Leather straps, vibrators, rubber cocks and other handcuffs. Sightless and bound, I’m at her mercy. Even if I decided to run aimlessly for the door, it wouldn’t budge. Is she doing all this out of revenge, or is it something else?“I thought you’d fight harder,” Jenna’s melodious voice continues. She steps away from me.I spin around and kick the air, but the lack of vision merely throws me off my feet. Luckily I’m used to landing on my bum – though not with my arms strapped up. My captain’s sensual laugh resonates in the room.“Let me go,” I groan, “or there’ll be trouble. I didn’t mean to steal your precious spotlight. You can’t treat me like this just because you’ve got a taste of the jealousy we all feel for you!”“Watch me! Oh, but you can’t, poor thing!”Her voice comes from my back. She grabs my hair again and forces me on my knees. I can but follow as she drags me a few metres until I hit an obstacle. It has the texture of a landing mat, but as Jenna makes me climb on it, I identify a pair of blocks.She bends my waist, and before I know it, has blocked my neck with a rigid collar. The block’s plastic is cold under my bare belly. Now that my head is immobilised, Jenna spreads my legs and binds my knees. My skirt no longer covers my behind. Last but not least, she frees my hands – but only to bring them close to my head and fasten them again. Where on Earth has she found a pillory?“What are you going to do to me?” I ask. My voice comes out as choked, but not only because of the collar.“Me? Nothing more than this!” comes the delighted reply. “Maybe just one more thing… A slut like you hardly needs these.”Before I get the chance to ask, she’s cut through each side of my panties and removed them. She also scribbles something on each of my butt-cheeks. More than her actions, it’s her way of calling me that makes my pussy overflow.“Look at you, you dirty little thing,” she goes on. “You’re going to get what’s coming for you.”“Which is what?”“I may have spread a rumour about a willing set of holes made available in this locker-room. It might attract some people…”“No!” I gasp, but even a corpse would catch my lie. “You can’t do that! Besides, I can always yell for help.”“You know as well as I do that it’s late.”“The janitor, then…”“I’m sure that old perv is going to be the first in line! Oh, and no use asking for help. The rumour says you might fight back, but that deep down, you know your place.”“What are you going to do?”“Watch. And record the whole thing. That way, even if you still had complaints, in the end, I’d have leverage.”“Of course, I’ll have complaints! You’re sick!”“And you’re wet,” Jenna whispers into my ear. “But to be honest, so am I.”So, it’s not mere revenge. She craves it, too. I still feign a pout even if I don’t know if she’s observing my face.The key turns in the lock behind me. My butt appears to be directed towards the entrance. güvenilir casino The idea of being thus exposed makes my cunt contract. While I can’t move much, the edge of the cube is just about well placed. My hips lurch a little as I attempt to rub my clitoris against it.“Oh, how cute you are,” my captain’s voice echoes a little further away. Damn those silent steps of hers. “Now, have fun!”While I wait, helpless and drenched, the locker-room becomes my whole world. I spare little thought for the outside, except for the glorious feeling in the field earlier. My arousal even took my mind off the choreography. Now that I think about it, I should’ve been on my guard when Jenna complimented my performances.As my hips give another go at offering me physical pleasure, I become aware of footsteps in the corridor. These ones aren’t soundless, and I recognise their irregular pace. Jenna was right; the limping janitor is the first to arrive.Though I’d never even glance at him twice in the field, the idea of being the unwilling servant of a man well past his forties fires me up. As soon as he enters the room, his breathing turns heavy. I wonder if he’ll dare to speak or if he’s just going to have me.“Oh, fuck,” his choked voice says as he totters closer. “This is beyond my dreams…”“Please, let me go,” I moan, but even I don’t take myself seriously.“It’s against the rules, pretty doll. Besides, you don’t really want to be free.”His calloused hand lands on my bottom. It slowly moves from one side to the other.“Can you at least tell me what’s written on my… cheeks?”The janitor chuckles.“‘Use me’,” he reads. “Just in case it wasn’t clear enough.”“Are you going to? How can you take advantage of me like this?”“I don’t think I could resist.”Such words shouldn’t have a positive effect on me, but I’ve travelled a long way since my judgemental days.“Should I call you ‘daddy’,” I ironise.The hand leaves my buttock, and I hear a zip.“No need. I have all I require right here.”I’ve always taken the janitor for a spineless, humble man. Why else would he be stuck in such a crappy job? Now, as I feel his stare on my body while he circles my pedestal, I grasp the extent of the famous saying about deceiving looks.“I’m tempted to take off that blindfold so you could see how hard you make me,” he says. “But I think you’ll feel it well enough.”Without any more warnings, he slaps my face with his dick. I twitch and get a reminder of the metallic collar around my neck. My cheek is wet right where he hit me.“Your little cunt is alluring, too, but seeing as your mouth is available, I have to try it.” The tip of his cock presses against my lips. “If you bite, I’ll choke you.”He puts his hand behind my head. His pre-cum smears my mouth as he forces himself in. Though his dick is far from unmanageable, I’m not used to such intrusions.A low groan escapes from his throat as he moves back and forth. His pushes allow my wet labia and clitoris to hitch against the block. I try to keep up as he accelerates. The throbbing shaft is warm and velvety against my avid lips and tongue.“Ah, what a perfect little mouth,” the man says. “It’s meant to be fucked.”He shoves his whole length in and reaches my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t retreat.“I’m glad this hole wasn’t occupied.” His cock swells some more, and, at last, he pulls it out. “Am I the first, or did someone come already?”“No one has come into me in months,” I reply after catching my breath.“Lucky me,” the janitor says before filling up my mouth again. “I would’ve thought that arse in that skirt would draw in all kinds of boys. I’ve been getting off your gesticulations, for sure.”His words confirm my wildest fantasies. It’s my turn to moan, even if it’s barely audible due to the obstruction. He accelerates again, and this time, he doesn’t stop. His both hands are on my head canlı casino now, and he appears to be trembling. Though my neck is a little sore, my pleasure predominates any discomfort. I wonder if it’ll still be the case when Jenna reckons I’ve had enough… punishment.The thrusts of the man in front of me grow faster and more irregular. I do my best to keep my teeth apart and fondle him with my tongue. He takes one of his hands off my skull and squeezes his shaft. He mumbles the words, “delicious little slut,” in repetition, and finally, hot liquid spews out. The discharge is so powerful that I can’t keep everything in even if I willingly swallow all I can. His dick still inside, the excess spills out and soils my cheeks.The janitor pulls out and brushes the corners of my mouth with his thumb.“Thank you,” he says with a hint of irony. “I’m happy to have left my mark on you before anyone else. I may swing by later to see if you’re still here. I’m curious about the state you’ll be in.”As he limps out, a sense of emptiness takes ahold of me. I’m yearning for more. Hopefully, someone else will come!Silence falls. I listen for signs of Jenna’s presence, but she’s concealed herself well. I wonder if that bitch is masturbating. I can’t hear any vibrations nor moaning. Is she even nearby any more, or has she left me alone?Hasty footsteps resonate in the hallway. They halt at the door, and a stifled gasp reaches my ears. However, the person doesn’t enter. After a while, I hear another zip. So, this guy doesn’t dare to approach but can’t fight the opportunity either. While the idea of being watched makes me dribble, I want to be touched.“I hope you’re not afraid of a bound girl,” I say while the rational part of my mind screams: Why are you egging him on, you idiot?!Another sharp inhalation sounds in the room.“Don’t be shy,” I say.“I-I was just passing by…” comes a nasal voice. “It’s so hard to resist… But I’m not like that.”“Like what? A perv? Who do you think you’re kidding? I heard your zipper. If you prefer your hand, be my guest… But I could use some strokes, too.”“I can’t possibly…” the stranger begins, but his footsteps, though laggard this time, resume – and not in the corridor.He doesn’t approach my face. His hand must be moving fast; the pull tab of his zipper clinks in repetition. Perhaps he’s determined to finish without having to lay a finger on me. Even that thought makes me hot.I’m wrong. With a stifled gasp, the stranger trades his hand against my pussy. As his small dick penetrates me, his paunch lands on my lower back. He only has time to seize my hips and push about five times before he erupts and fills me up. His low groan is as choked as all his earlier sounds. I should be disappointed, but I only feel sultrier to have provoked such a swift climax.“I’m so sorry,” he whimpers.“It’s okay. Will you free me?” I ask as he pulls his dick out and his trousers up.“I can’t. It’s… I’m so, so sorry… I have a wife and kids… I was never here!”The ashamed man takes to his heels, and I roll my eyes. While his sperm slowly drips out of me, my logical part blesses birth control and the eradication of most STDs. The other eighty per cent are focused on the delectable shame. I can do nothing to clean myself up, and it’s degrading!Again, I curve my back to reach for some stolen pleasure. I’ve completely surrendered – not that I’d have a choice. Despite the awkward position, I’m close to orgasm when the hallway fills up with noise again.This time, it’s a question of more than footsteps. I distinguish at least three voices and profuse, salacious laughter. My heart jumps to my throat, but my pussy isn’t afraid.“Hey, it’s the captain!” says the first, orotund voice. I’ve heard it before, but never from up close. He’s a captain, too, and his name is Matt… or perhaps Max. “This is too good to be true…”“I don’t think it’s her, but it’s a fantastic piece of arse.” This voice is flat and lacks emotion despite the enthusiastic words.“It’s a shame her tits are out of sight…” mumbles a third, taut voice that is barely audible. “But I’m on board with you. She looks like the captain.”

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