New rules this college football season: As a reward for winning, the victorious team gets an hour with the losing cheerleading squad to do whatever they want. [Orgy] [Rape]

Even though college football has always been a Texas thing, once it picked up here in California, we took a sort of… different approach. Where in Texas, a coach would grill his losing team for their strategy, athleticism, or teamwork, over here we tend to lay the blame (or the glory) on the cheerleaders as well. This is Cali, we stand up for our girls, of course. Cheerleaders are just as important as the players. In fact they’re part of the team proper, in my opinion. So if the football team wins, the cheerleaders get just as much glory by funding scholarships, turning a blind eye to the sororities on campus for a little bit, or giving the cheerleaders more leniency on practice times and scheduling. But, of course, it wouldn’t be fair if, when the football team loses, only the football team gets punished. We do things equally around here. And girls need to get their punishment too.

An agreement was made last year to grant the winning football team of a game the cheerleaders of the losing team for an hour. The plan was this: after the handshakes and other rigamarole, the girls would be sent to a small dark room in the stadium to be readied to be used. The guys would hit the showers and go into the room once everyone was ready, starting the 1 hour timer. The guys would be able to have free reign on the girls for that time: anything was on the table. While this new change in the ruleset wasn’t openly revealed to the public, every college football team in the state got the memo, some way or another. Originally, it was a student that thought of the idea, but it didn’t take any time for the coaches to embrace it with open arms, as they thought that would encourage the football players to work extra hard. That was also the reason they told us: that if we cheered extra hard, we wouldn’t be put in that situation in the first place. After all, it wasn’t rape: we could always quit the team whenever we wanted…

And that’s what I heard a lot of the girls statewide had done: quit. Full sexual freedom is a lot to sacrifice for some sororities or something. A couple of my fellow cheerleaders did the same. However, me, most of the team, and most cheerleaders in the state sticked around. After all, last season we didn’t lose a single game: we were the best team in the state and one of the best in the country. We were at little risk. Besides, for me, I was dependent on my cheerleading scholarship to graduate. I didn’t want to do this, but I agreed anyways.

Fast forward to December. Last game of the season. Up until now, we had gone undefeated. The dignity of me, and my fellow cheerleaders was preserved throughout the year. And, losing no games, our football players had one hell of a semester with some cheerleaders all across the Pacific coast. Hell, I was a virgin too so I couldn’t complain. I quite liked keeping my integrity intact. But the Tigers were a true match for ours. The score was tied 21-21 with 8 seconds remaining and… SHIT! The Tigers’ quarterback scored a last second touchdown. We had lost. All of the girls on my team sighed in disbelief and the opposing team cheered. The coach gave an angry look and a “What can I do” one to us. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. I knew what was coming next. And I did not want to be a part of it if I could help it. Maybe I could just quit the team now and spare myself now? That was my plan, at least.

Me and the other girls, exhausted from 3 hours of cheerleading, sat around for about 5 minutes as the guys shook hands and headed to the showers. Seizing on the opportunity, I sighed, “Well I guess the season’s over now! I might as well tell you guys no, I quit! It was fun while it lasted!”. I briskly started towards the gate, and the coach on the Tigers gripped my shoulders. “Oh no you don’t, little lady. Go back with the others. You’re promised to us, remember?” Looked like I didn’t have a choice in the matter after all. They definitely weren’t just gonna let me of all people go away too. I was 5’0, had an hourglass figure with midsized perky tits, slim thighs, and shoulder length, and curly shoulder length brown hair. My real draw, however, was my ass. A little bit bigger than average, mobile with all of the exercise of a cheerleader, and as smooth as a water balloon filled the whole way up. Just perfect for slapping and abuse. I was often the center of attention at parties because of this. Yeah, he was gonna do his boys a favor with this one. I sullenly walked towards the benches with the other girls and sat down. Looks like this is where it would happen.

After about 20 minutes of checking my phone and waiting impatiently, our coach told us to stand up and follow him. We followed his instructions and started walking through the stadium. He told us how disappointed he was in us, and how we had let the team down… and that it was time for our punishment.

We walked, single file to this small dark room in the back of the stadium. There were only 12 of us in the cheerleading team so we were able to fit comfortably. The real issue: there would be over double that amount by the time the footballers got there. It would have to be a tight fit. Another problem? There were more footballers than cheerleaders. They would be sharing some of us it seemed. One last problem? There was no lighting in the room. Maybe for the aesthetic? Maybe to use us as living breathing holes and to forget our humanity? I’m not sure. The coach bid us good luck and closed the door, leaving us in total silence.

Me and the other girls chatted nervously for about 15 minutes before the door cracked open and about 20 guys filtered in the room. One guy brought one of those folding metal chairs and propped his phone with its flashlight on in the back of the room at the entrance. This way the phone’s scattered light would light up the room enough for the guys to see everyone, but now bright enough for the girls to find the way out or escape. As one of the strongest teams in the league, they were experienced, after all. This wasn’t their first cheerleading team they had used before now.

The scene that played was a haunting one, yet sexy altogether. Under the dim lighting, I could see the footballers immediately started groping the girls and ripping off clothes. Some guys started kissing and groping to start. Others immediately cut to the chase and were already penetrating the closest girl they could reach. Yet another group had their dick out, slowly stroking, while surveying for a suitable girl to use for the hour; or to pleasure themselves off of the pain and chaos around them. A trio of guys started hungrily towards me, but one, bigger guy halted them. “No. This one’s all mine.” he stated. In the dim light, I recognized him as the quarterback. A foot and a half taller than me, and twice as heavy, he loomed over me with a sense of experienced superiority. This is where it would go down. I gulped the last painless gulp in a long time.

He immediately started groping my breasts and started forcefully kissing me. I squirmed away but he whispered in my ear, “Don’t make it hard on me, and I won’t make it hard on you” and he pinned me against the wall and started feeling me all over. He started with my thighs and went up. His rough hands grazed and searched my legs, researching, learning more about my body. He rubbed the smooth parts of my thighs and squeezed my ass cheeks with lust and power. I was already starting to get turned on. My clit throbbed. This is where I’d lose my virginity, huh? After feeling me up as suited his interests, he brushed my panties and I immediately got soaked. God I didn’t want this to happen. But holy shit, did I want this to happen.

He crooned, “Let me take care of that for you” and ripped off my tiny cheerleading skirt and underwear. Within seconds they were lying on the floor, neglected. “I want to see your tits too. Let me see them.” Boom, there went my crop top and bra. I went from fully clothed to naked in seconds. If you could call a cheerleaders outfit “clothed.” I admit it, I was dressing up like a good little slut. I probably deserved this. Spending too much time on makeup and gossip instead of actually cheerleading and helping the team. I deserved this punishment, didn’t I?

Before I knew it, he was rubbing on my nipples and ramming his dick into my mouth. He didn’t even ask, he just pushed it open. I got even more turned on now. My tits burned in anticipation of what was to come. Even though I was still a virgin, I was no stranger to blow jobs. I skillfully navigated his 7 inch black member up and down my throat. The QB stood still in absolute pleasure. I was pretty good at this, it seemed. I was being a good slut. As every thrust lightly hit my head against the wall and my throat grew tired of the constant pounding, I lifted my hands to start to jerk him off. I tried to take his dick out my mouth so I could switch to a handjob, but he slapped my hands away. “Nope, this is where I finish. In your mouth, not your hands. You don’t decide that. I do.” And so he did. Streams of his seed flew into my mouth. Because of the angle, only a little went down my throat. The salty heat remained in my mouth from that point forwards so I could barely talk afterwards. I can still imagine the thick, gelatinous liquid in my mouth now.

At least with the QB having finished I thought I could have a break, but he wasn’t done at all. After collecting himself for no more than 5 seconds, he directed his penis to my anus. “Your pussy I take last, slut. But now its time for the real punishment.”

And was it a punishment. Instantly, pain seared up my ass as he penetrated my asshole and slowly bore his way closer and closer up my opening. This was my first time doing anal and it hurt like hell. However, every time he thrusted, I felt my asshole opening up more and more. I was meant to do this. After every thrust, I screamed and he slapped me across my perfect, smooth ass each time. The impact seared. “Don’t scream when you’re taking it from me slut. I decide when you scream.” My pussy let out another torrent of juice upon hearing this. Even my vocal cords were his property and I couldn’t do anything about it.

But of course I couldn’t contain the screams. This was my first time doing anal as I said, but even if it wasn’t, his cock would be too much for any reasonable hole, men or women alike. Every time I screamed, I would slap my ass again, and dig even deeper the next thrust. My ass soared in pain on this inside and outside. And again, every time I tried to squirm away, he slapped my ass again and dug in even harder. I felt like I would pass out from the pain as he nearly reached my rectum from the endless boring. After what felt like years of nonstop pounding, he finally came in my ass. (How many loads did this man have in him?) His seed coated the walls of my rectum, seared the damaged walls, and eventually calcified in a crusty shell around the walls. For months afterwards, I wouldn’t be able to walk properly as the cum scabs would break off and send me a spike of pain up my ass. I became his property that moment. His seed was inside my and a part of me. Yet he still wasn’t finished.

“Alright, now with the punishment done, now it’s time for the main course. ⅔ are finished, now time to take your virginity.” He grinned greedily at my pussy. I immediately regretted telling my cheer sisters about the status of my virginity. News travels fast, it seems. That’s probably why he, the alpha male of the group, reserved me for him at the start. While he prepared, I glanced around the room. All of the other girls were being fucked in every position possible. The bitchy blonde who led our troupe was taking three dicks at once in the middle. Some of the girls were completely nude, many had their holes simply exposed and the majority of their outfits were maintained. A couple girls lay lifeless on the floor with dicks riding in and out of their unconscious body. But everywhere boomed with the sounds of pleasure, pain, and rape. It was magical.

“Wait who are you?” I gasped, despite the intense pain. “I want to know who’s taking my virginity before its being lost. Tell me your name.” He instantly slapped my face. My head spun from the pain. “That’s for me to know and you to wonder. You see, sluts don’t get that privilege. You have no control in this situation. Your body is mine and your virginity is mine to take. It doesn’t matter who I am. You’re my little slut now.” My pussy gushed a third time, reading up for his 7 inches of sheer force. For a second that felt like it lasted an infinity, I felt free and unviolated. Then he got to work. First he dipped his head in, letting his rough cock rub against my labia in preparation. My pussy lips sung with pleasure. “More, more,” they begged. I barely noticed myself asking the same aloud. Thankfully, he gave me what I asked. After getting bored with his tease, all at once, the quarterback buried all 7 inches inside and I groaned with immense pleasure and pain. My pussy had been preparing for this all 18 years of my life. It gushed a fourth and final time, aiding his rapid exploration into my body. I could feel his every inch fill up my hole, 1 to 1, no space left. I was complete. This is what I was meant for after all. And this is what I deserved for being such a slut.

While his rough cock rubbing against the sides of my vagina wasn’t that rough at first, I could feel them closing on his vicious member. I was going to finish soon. And I could tell he was going to as well.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I begged, “I’m not on the pill, pull out!” The QB laughed. “Did you really think I was going to listen to that?” I don’t exactly know what I was thinking either. He gave one last thrust and punctured my cervix with the tip of his dick. Then, at last, he finished shooting stream after stream after stream of cum into my uterus, impregnating me on the spot. Not that i could feel it, of course. The last thrust helped me get the finish I need, and I hit that euphoric high and mind shattering energy that people had talked about but I had never experienced. The pleasure was unimaginable.

I blacked out for a second, but once I came to I saw the QB spit on my nipples and slowly walk away in pride, spent of all his semen and energy. He used every one of my holes, abused every inch of my body with his force, and had marked me as his own in my asshole and in my uterus. And I fucking loved it. But this was only 30 minutes in. I was so exhausted and so used and I wanted to leave, but the other guys wouldn’t let me.

The next half hour was marked by the rest of the troupe using me, sometimes two or even three at once to deposit their seed in me. My anus burned and bleed but it welcomed one cock after the other. My mouth, already dehydrated from 3 hours of cheering, couldn’t even spawn saliva anymore yet it took more and more cum and swallowed it like a good slut. My pussy, raped and abused and stripped of its virginity, was sore and out of lubricant, but I took each more painful cock one after the other like a good slut does and soaked their seed straight down into my cavities with no remorse. And my body, well I shouldn’t say my body anymore, it was his now. His body was bruised, bleeding, and rubbed to death. I later found that one of the 20 boys broke one of my ribs from a slap. I paid for the repairs up front gladly. My ass and tits were purple from the nonstop fondling and grabbing, but I couldn’t do anything about. For the next 30 minutes, I was their property. And I was some valuable property.

By the time the half hour was up, every single boy had shot at least one load up in me, whether it was in my throat, my pussy, or my ass. Well at least I counted 20 in total. It was probably more, some of that time I had spent unconscious from the repetitive orgasms and physical force I had undertaken. I couldn’t tell the faces even if I wanted to. Every time I tried to escape, say I was done for the night, take a rest, another cock entered me and made me their home. For the first time in my life, I was full. Not just from semen, which I was, every one of my holes was filled to the brim in seed, but I also felt full and purposeful. For those magical 60 minutes, I had one purpose and it was to pleasure at all costs.

However, as all good things do, our session with the opposing footballers had to end. After what felt like days of load after load and cock after cock, the coach on the Tigers opened the door and gave the boys a five minute warning. After one white boy, lubed up from the cum of a dozen other guys, finished in my pussy and gave my face one good, last slap, the pain and the pleasure was over.

I was left in a heap in the corner of the room, abused, broken, used, raped, and pregnant with a father I didn’t know the name of. I was covered in a pool of sweat, cum, blood, spit, pussy juice, and the tatters of my old uniform. My spirit had been shattered and my bodily autonomy destroyed. The other girls looked similar: dazed and shellshocked. All of those still conscious, that was. But after all that, whether it was my black eye, my broken rib, my unknown child, I knew one thing for certain:

Our football team had to lose more often!

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