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All students at Allison’s school were required to take part in a sporting activity on Friday afternoons. Given that gym was a perpetual source of humiliation for Allison, she had repeatedly put off selecting a sport to take part in, but that hesitation ended up working against her, when she was informed that due to her reticence in making a choice, she had arbitrarily been assigned to the school’s wrestling team, the Hellcats, and would be obliged to show up and take part, or face expulsion.
She tried to get her parents to give her permission to avoid participating, but she was unable to explain her fear to them (that she would inevitably be humiliated and molested), and so they offered her no help – other than to allow that she could take off her clitoris cowbell for the duration of wrestling, to avoid it getting tugged on more forcefully than would be safe.
There was no reprieve for her tits, though, which were to remain in constant pain under the orders of her veterinarian. Allison considered her options, and chose to forego the painful spike-bra during wrestling, and instead wrap the elastic bands tightly around the base of each udder in a way that made them bulge lewdly.
The wrestling coach was a Mr Mantell, and it was common knowledge that he had taken a leave of absence last year after allegedly raping three female students and leaving one pregnant. But when he had been found not guilty, the school immediately re-hired him, and gave him a “Teacher of the Year” award, and he was currently in the process of suing all three of his victims for defamation.
Allison was already humiliated, just turning up for wrestling. She knew that her tiny gym shorts and ludicrously tight halter top made her look like a fuckdoll, and yet her parents refused to buy her a new outfit in a larger size.
Mr Mantell just stared at Allison when she arrived at practice, making no effort to hide that he was looking at her tits. Then he said, “So this is the new girl? All right, new girl, get in the ring. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Allison knew literally nothing about wrestling – and she was even more dismayed when she saw her opponent was to be Sean, who she knew lusted after her, despite the jealousy of his girlfriend Kiki. And yet there was nothing she could do but get in the ring and attempt to wrestle him.
The match was completely unbalanced. Sean almost immediately got Allison in a hold from behind. She struggled and writhed, but her wiggling was futile – and somehow, in her struggling, Sean managed to “accidentally” pull up her halter top, completely exposing her large tits to the entire club.
There was laughter, and cheers. Allison vainly hoped that Mr Mantell might call a halt to the match, and let her cover herself – and maybe even discipline Sean for his inappropriate behaviour – but there was no such intervention, and the match went on, with Allison’s naked udders still on display.
Allison therefore moved to try a new way of getting herself free of Sean’s hold – but the shift in her balance gave Sean the opportunity to pull her top the rest of the way up and over her head and throw it to the crowd.
Sean had been forced to release her in order to finish pulling off her shirt, so Allison was now free to bring her hands to desperately cover her oversized tits – but this was a mistake, because Sean was now moving to grab Allison’s gym shorts, and tug them down her legs.
Allison felt herself lose her balance, and she felt to all fours on mat, letting go of her tits so as to protect herself. Sean laughed, and kept pulling at her shorts, and to Allison’s horror she felt them go down, over her knees, her ankles, and then off. These, too, were thrown to the laughing, jeering crowd of students.
Allison staggered back to her feet, but this only intensified the laughter. Her fellow students could now see the lewd way that she had chosen to bind her fuckbags with elastic bands. They could see her labia rings – and they could see her hard nipples and her engorged pussy, and know that she was sexually aroused, as she always was when her tits were abused or she was humiliated in public.
She turned back to Sean – just in time for Sean to slap her across the face. Was that a legal wrestling move? Surely not! But even as she gasped, and raised her hands to protect her face, he slapped again, lower, hitting her in the tits. Allison felt herself lose her balance, and fell back to her knees, on all fours.
Sean now descended to sit on her back, like a cowboy riding a horse. He leaned down and reached underneath her, and grabbed her left nipple, pinching and pulling it at it so as to make her squeak. At the same time, he reached back behind her – and pushed two fingers into Allison’s wet cunt.
Allison froze. Was this happening? Was she nude in front of the entire wrestling club? Was she letting a boy fingerfuck her as they watched?
She made a pathetic mewling sound, and the laughter intensified.
“God, what a slut,” someone said – and it took Allison a moment to realise it was the coach, Mr Mantell.
Allison tried to move and dislodge Sean, but his grip on her sensitive areas tightened, and she realised that if he fell, he might almost rip her nipple right off – and he would certainly dig his fingernails into the sensitive flesh inside her fuckhole.
And so she stayed still, helpless, on display, and let him finger-rape her. And tried to pretend she wasn’t going to orgasm from it if it didn’t stop.
“Please,” she whined, not really sure who she was speaking to or what she was asking for. “Please…”
“The match continues until you’re pinned or you tap out,” said Mr Mantell. “But you’re obliged to put up a fight. Sluts who tap out early get disciplined.”
It didn’t matter. Allison couldn’t tap out. If she tried to lift either of her arms off the ground far enough to tap, she would overbalance, and fall to the map, and Sean would exact his revenge upon her boobs and cock-tunnel.
She moaned, and moaned, and let Sean violate her pussy – and then, just as she was about to finally have the satisfaction of orgasm, the coach said, “That’s enough.”
Allison squealed in frustration, despite herself. She had been so close. But Sean was climbing off her, and apparently the match was over.
“Go home, Allison,” the coach told her. “You can try again next week.”
But her top and shorts were nowhere to be found. Allison caught a glimpse of her friend Kiki glaring at her – once again jealous that Sean so obviously enjoyed raping Allison. Perhaps Kiki had hidden them. It didn’t matter – Allison wasn’t going to find them, and it was too late in the day to access the lost and found closet.
In the end, Allison had to go home naked. Rather than walk, or catch the bus, in such a compromised position, she called her father to pick her up.
He didn’t seem entirely surprised to see his daughter completely nude.
“You have to try and stop being such a whore, sweetie,” was all he said, as she climbed into the passenger seat, her arms crossed bashfully over her fuckbags.
But on the way home, he stopped the car in a quiet, secluded alleyway, and said, “Before we get home, honey, maybe we could practice your scene from the play?”
And Allison, nude and helpless, could do nothing but agree. She was forced to reach out and rub her father’s dick through his pants, and tell him how much she wanted him to rape her.
“Please, daddy,” she whimpered. “I need you to rape me. I need your dick inside me. Please use your baby girl.”
“Fuck, yes, sweetie,” her father replied. “You’re such a slut. You were born to be raped. It’s all you’re good for…”
And then they were kissing, their tongues intertwining, as Allison pumped her father’s cock through his pants…
… until, suddenly, Allison felt wetness on her hand. There was a wet spot on her father’s crotch. Something was soaking through.
Cum. It was semen. Allison had, once again, made her own father cum.
“Good girl,” sighed her father. “You’re getting good at that scene. Now let’s get you home, shall we?
Allison was so ashamed and disgusted that she froze. It wasn’t just the shame of what she had just done – it was the thoughts in her head. She wanted to kiss her father more. She wanted to lick the wetness off her hand. She wanted to rub her pussy, right now, in the car, in front of her father, until she orgasmed.
The script of her play was right. Allison really did deserve rape…
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“You’re getting back at that scene”
Is that supposed to be “You’re getting good at that scene”?
Probably, yes. Fixed now. Thanks!