Cherie had been gang banged by the coaches and the ref after the last game, last season. Cherie wanted it to happen again. You should read the first story ahead of this one.
The dugout – the next season
Cherie had mentally relived the ordeal that happened in the dugout after the last game of the little league season last year. She re-hashed every detail many times in her head. She vividly recalled, during that last game, that she was yelling and screaming at the ref. He had called a third strike on her talented son, which cost his team the game. She had been livid about the call and told the ref and the coaches what she thought of their abilities. That is what finally prompted them. They grabbed her and dragged her, as she fought them, into the dugout. All the spectators had left the area and the team had gone to the locker room. She was all alone, and under the control of this group of irate men.
No one was around to rescue Cherie from the wrath of the coaches and referee that she had tormented the entire baseball season. They quickly stripped her naked and used ankle wrap tape to tie her to the bench in the dugout. She was then forced to suck and fuck the dick of each man she had targeted for torment. They had a whole season of frustration with her that boiled over at the end of that last game. She was used as a cum dump and then worse. They each pissed on her as a last act of degradation before leaving her in the dugout.
That event was a turning point in her sex life. Before this, she was always the aggressor during sex. She took charge as the dominant sexual partner. But, being dragged into the dugout, raped and pissed on was a new and exciting change for her. Before they abandoned her there, soaked in cum and piss, she shocked the group of men by asking if they could do it to her again next season? They did not give her an answer. They ignored her and left the scene as soon as they could.
She fantasized about it happening again the entire off season. Every time it entered her mind, she would get wet and need orgasmic relief. Finally, the new season was about to begin. In a week the little league baseball season was to start. She was sitting there alone in that same baseball field, sitting in the bleachers, as she always did. She was wearing a short denim skirt and tank top. But with no undergarments on. Ever since that night in the dugout, when her clothes were ripped off her body, she had developed a preference to going commando, and braless. She had a firm, tight body that she was proud of and she now loved to show off when in public. She wondered if she could go commando and wear a short skirt at baseball games since the bleachers are just open benches. There would be no way for her to sit without showing her cooch to the people walking up from below to sit down. It made her wet to consider that.
Her loud, brash behavior always made the other spectators hate her. But she could not help herself. Her son was the entire focus of her life and she wanted everything to be perfect with him. She hated it when he struck out or missed a catch. She was consumed by making her opinion known to the men who ran the game and coached the boys.
As she sat there in the bleachers, she began to remember again what it was like that last game when she was dragged into the dugout. She was overpowered by the group of men and the each fucked her several times. Suddenly she was the victim, and they were the aggressors. She had never been so turned on in her life as she was when it was happening.
As she sat in the empty stands, reliving that night, her freshly shaved cunt was tingling with a desire to be touched like that again. Her cunt juices began leaking out as she vividly remembered being helpless. She gave up struggling and let the men do what they wanted to her. She remembered all the orgasms that she had during her ordeal. It was fantastic. And she wanted to do it again. She sat there and tried to come up with a scenario that would allow that event to happen again, but it was probably too difficult to arrange. The original event was unplanned and spontaneous, and the men really did not like what they did to her. They felt guilty. None of them were the types to forcefully capture a small, defenseless woman, then rape and piss on her. So, how was she supposed to encourage them to do it again?
She climbed down to the dugout. The lighting was dim, and it was deathly quiet in the space. She saw the bench she had been tied to. Cherie walked to it and sat down. Her fingers stroked the rough wooden planks. She lay on it in the same spot where she was before. She imagined being naked again, tied to the bench and helpless. As she remembered it, her fingers casually traveled up her thigh, to her pussy. Her clit was throbbing and needed to be touched. She had to have relief from the sexual torment that she was suffering from. She needed to be manhandled again.
Cherie slowly began masturbating, with her legs spread on each side of the bench. Her memory took her back to that night, where she was surrounded by the angry men who took revenge from the torment they were forced to endure. She remembered laying there surrounded by those naked men and their protruding erections, each waiting to fuck her. For them, it was not a sexual act, it was retribution.
Her fingers slowly caressed her pussy lips, and clit. She used a circular motion to catch all the tiny nerve cells of her tender flesh and stimulate them. The longer she lost herself in the memory of the gang rape, the more excited she became. Her finger began frantically stroking her clit until she was at the edge of an orgasm. She began re-living the scene from that night, as the first jets of cum were shot onto her face. That memory pushed her over the edge for a crushing orgasm. Cherie knew that she had to figure out a way to have another gang rape. She needed it badly. She would come up with something.
The next day Cherie had an idea. She sent an anonymous letter to each of the men who had raped her that night. She knew them all and had their addresses. The letter said there would be a meeting in the dugout on Saturday night, at 8pm, to discuss what had occurred. There was a witness to this event who wanted to address the group. It was vital for everyone to be there, but to tell no one who had not participated. She mailed the letters and hoped for the best.
Saturday night came. The dim light was on in the dugout. Cherie was hiding behind a sign on the fence line near first base, so she could watch who went into the dugout. She could see the men slowly gathering around. She counted the shadowy figures, and it seemed like everyone was there. Cherie carefully walked to home plate, and then stepped down into the dugout. She suddenly appeared before the group of confused men, unannounced, then said “Hello, Assholes”. The chatter in the group stopped instantly. There was a low grumble as soon as the men became aware of who had joined them in the dugout.
“Thank you for responding to my letter. We need to get an unresolved issue settled before this new season starts. I think you know what I am talking about”. The men stood there, dumbfounded. Cherie continued. “Right after the last game of the year, you motherfuckers decided to abduct me, tear my clothes off and rape me. Then you spewed your vile cum on me. Then you soaked me with your fucking nasty urine. You degraded and soiled me. And no one is leaving here tonight until you fuckers do it again. Is that clear, shitheads?”
The dugout was silent. Cherie then started the ball rolling by pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it away like a rag. Her bare tits, blushed red from her passion and aggressiveness, were exposed to the group once again. She then unzipped her denim skirt and stepped out of it. Since she had no panties on she was instantly naked to the world. She reached into her purse and pulled out a large roll of ankle wrapping tape and tossed it to the nearest man. “Bind me, just like last time, OK, you chickenshit motherfuckers?”
Her rude manner and aggressive behavior stirred the pot again with these guys. They hated her last year and they now remembered why. They were instantly ready to fuck the shit out of this little Asian bitch and make her remember tonight.
Someone grabbed her by her thick, dark hair and bent her, walking backwards, to the bench. Others held her down as her ankles were taped to the legs of the bench. Her waist had a few wraps of tape too, and her arms were pulled down alongside her torso and were taped to her waist. She was instantly helpless, except for the filthy language spewing from Cherie’s mouth. She constantly yelled at them for being such useless pussies. She called them faggots, and girly boys until someone finally stuffed a hard-on into her mouth to shut her up.
The men quickly stripped naked, and she was suddenly surrounded by angry, resentful men, each sporting a raging hardon. They knew they had acted irresponsibly a few mnths ago, and until a moment ago, sincerely regretted the gang rape. But with Cherie’s action tonight, they gained a new perspective. Their guilt was erased. It was replaced by a loathing that would only be fixed by despicable action.
The first guy to fuck her straddled her crotch. His legs were on either side of the bench. Her cunt was oozing juices as he swabbed her cunt lips with his erection. He then slammed it into her, balls deep. Cherie gasped loudly, but the cock in her mouth muffled her noise. The man in her mouth began stoking rapidly in and out, keeping up with the pace of the guy in her cunt. They were both pounding her relentlessly. Cherie continued to fight her bindings, but she was completely helpless. Her body betrayed her as she cried and began spasming with a huge orgasm.
Both men reached a climax together and the man in her mouth pulled out and coated her face with several pumps of jizz. The man in her cunt gave her a massive cream pie. Her cunt was dripping cum. Two more men stepped up and filled the same holes that were now vacant on Cherie. She had no say in the matter and silently allowed each prick to assault her. She opened her mouth willingly to take the new dick and sucked it eagerly. Soon she had two more loads of cum on her face and in her cunt. Her facial skin looked like a glazed donut, and the bench beneath her crotch was puddled with spunk.
It was decided to flip her over, so the wrap on her legs and torso were cut loose. She was turned on to her belly with her legs straight and her ass sticking up. Her bent elbows were taped to the bench. The next guy swabbed her asshole with the drool that had pooled up on the bench. He then unceremoniously stabbed his prick balls deep inside her rectum. Cherie’s mouth was momentarily unoccupied, and she screamed out that he was killing her. And then said, “keep going, motherfucker!”. The men’s rage continued.
Cherie’s asshole was breached by every man in the dugout. Each man pulled out of her ass and shoved their prick in her willing mouth to be sucked clean. She has a constant stream of dirty cocks to lick clean as they fucked her ass, then her mouth. Her asshole was glowing red from the stimulation and lack of lube to slicken her up, but she didn’t care. Cherie was getting the fucking of her life, just like she helped to orchestrate.
Her gaping butthole soon was filled to the brim with second and third loads of spunk, deposited by the same dicks that raped her before. They loved knowing that this time, there was no legal risk for their behavior since Cherie had been the instigator. That fact eased the mind of all participants. Their goal tonight was to ejaculate as much sperm in and on Cherie and each man could produce.
After more than two hours of constant brutal intercourse, all the men were finally sated. They each had enough. No more ejaculations were possible. Cherie was coated from ass to face with a slick sheen of semi-dried jizz. She lay there on the bench, all wraps cut away now, just breathing hard and moaning with pleasure. She popped up her head and saw all the men getting dressed. She said “Hey, assholes! what about my piss rinse?” The men had not really thought to go there, but one man said, “why not” and unzipped. He flooded her face with a golden stream of pungent urine. The other guys quickly joined in and soaked her down too. She opened her mouth and swallowed what she could. She was in degradation nirvana.
When all their bladders were emptied, the men said nothing to her. They just gathered anything they brought and left the dugout. Cherie lay there in pools of cum and piss and contemplated how the evening went. She had been gang banged in both her pussy and asshole. She had sucked off slimy dicks straight from her butthole. She had swallowed more cum shots than she could count. And finally, she got a golden shower, and was wallowing in piss. It had been an erotic and debasing evening. She never knew she needed this treatment until she had that first gang bang from months ago.
She was sure that if she played her cards right, she could arrange for this treatment at least once or twice in a season. Her fingers were caressing her cunt and clit as she went over the evening’s moments. She began frantically rubbing herself. It only took seconds for her to have an explosive orgasm. She got dressed and stumbled out of the dugout. She looked back at the bench and smiled, as it to say, see you again, my friend”.
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