“How did you even get on this team?” the team captain snarled. “You can’t even do well in practice, so how can we expect you to do well in the game?”
“It was an accident,” Maya murmured, playing with the hem of her practice uniform. She felt her face get hot as she felt a dozen judgemental eyes on her. She kept her gaze locked on her feet in order not to further anger the captain. She felt relieved that the wisps of blonde hair that came out of her ponytail had hidden her red cheeks.
“You’re so fucking useless,” Harper spat before turning back to the rest of the team to start the next drill.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Maya said, waiting a moment before realizing that nobody had bothered to listen to her. She ran from the court and into the locker room, feeling tears prick her eyes. What had she ever done to make the team captain dislike her so much? From day one, it was clear that Harper had an extreme distaste for her, and she couldn’t seem to understand why.
She leaned against the counter in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face, watching the red finally start to fade from her face. She tensed her thighs, feeling discomfort beneath her uniform bottoms. Was it sweat? She stared at herself longer, suddenly noticing her nipples poking out through her tight jersey, only getting harder the more lucid she became—the more aware she became of her appearance. She watched her cheeks turn red again. She couldn’t go back out looking like this, especially since she had forgotten to wear a sports bra.
Her mind wandered to Harper, whose face constantly held a scowl any time Maya had the audacity to be in her line of sight. She still had no clue why she had somehow become the scapegoat for Harper to take her anger out on. Harper didn’t seem like a generally angry person until Maya was in the picture. The blonde had watched Harper play from the sidelines before, seeing the joy in her face as she embraced her teammates after a goal or a loss.
*So why does she hate me?* Maya wondered. Her mind wandered through its memories of each time Harper had yelled or otherwise bullied her, and she felt herself grow hotter and wetter. *Oh. So it wasn’t sweat.*
Maya peeked out of the locker room to see practice still in full swing. She hoped that maybe they wouldn’t notice that she had not returned, which she had no doubt in her mind that they wouldn’t care at all even if they had noticed. She pulled her shorts off along with her panties, watching a string of arousal connect her with the garment before breaking.
She reached down and began to touch herself, keeping her thoughts on the unkind words she hears each day at practice. She tried keeping her legs spread, but she found it difficult in her position. With her hand still pressed up against herself, she waddled over to one of the boxes meant for training vertical jumps and propped her leg on top of it. This spread her legs much better than she could in any other standing positions. Satisfied with her brilliance, she got back to work. Her fingers explored her own pussy as she pushed her middle and ring finger into her soaking entrance. She used her other hand to slip below her practice jersey to play with her nipples. She let out a small squeak before biting her lip to keep herself quiet. She wasn’t sure if it was the bullying that had turned her on or the knowledge that she could be caught.
She didn’t care. She only cared that she was approaching a sweet release.
“You really are pathetic.” A voice startled Maya as she ripped her hand away from her pussy and hid it behind her back, but to no avail, for it was already too late. She felt her body freeze in fear just before she attempted to remove her leg from its position. Harper stood before her, water bottle in hand. They were similar heights give or take a few centimeters, but Harper held herself in a way that made Maya feel as though she towered over her. “Coming in here to touch yourself like this. I should tell Coach and get you kicked off the team for good.”
Maya stayed silent, but with every word, she felt the wetness continue to pool.
Harper’s disgusted snarl turned into a smirk. “Or maybe I should tell the other teammates to come in here and see you like this. Then you’ll be so embarrassed that you’ll want to quit the team.”
At such words, Maya only became more aroused at the thought of her teammates seeing her in such a vulnerable position. Her pussy betrayed her as it became so wet that it dripped some of her arousal on the floor of the locker room. Harper laughed loudly. “Are you getting more turned on by that? You’re so disgusting.” She set down her water bottle and her cell phone before stepping closer to examine her teammate. “Were you just going to come in here, touch yourself, then return to practice without any shame? Did you think it would make you better at the game?” She circled the blonde like a predator stalking its prey.
She reached around Maya’s body and grabbed her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Maya couldn’t help but cry out, and it was indistinguishable between a cry of pain or a cry of pleasure.
“And these,” Harper continued. “You already came to practice today looking like a little slut with those bouncing around without a bra, but look at how hard your nipples are.” She twisted and turned the sensitive nubs, not caring in the slightest at the pain she may or may not have inflicted. It would’ve hurt already, but the friction between the shirt and the bundle of nerves only made the sensation much rougher.
Harper was skinny and petite, but she was strong, both physically and mentally. She was well respected as a team captain, and to be honest, she was quite beautiful as well.
“You know,” Harper said, circling back to stand face to face with Maya. “I used to be jealous of those huge tits of yours.” Harper motioned to her own chest that was admittedly quite flat. “But I don’t have to worry about them when I’m playing. You, on the other hand, have them bouncing around the whole time like a nuisance. Maybe that’s why you’re so awful. You have too much…extra weight.”
“Why are you being so mean?” Maya whispered. The words cut at her like little daggers, but they also made her so much more wet.
“*Why are you being so mean?*” Harper mocked. “Why are you on my fucking team?”
“I-”
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear your pathetic blubbering,” Harper scoffed. “Go ahead. Put your fingers back in your hungry little pussy. The team would *actually* notice if I wasn’t there.”
Maya stayed silent and still, waiting for Harper to take her leave. She felt hyper aware of the puddle beneath her of her own juices that dripped like a leaky faucet as Harper berated her.
“What are you waiting for? I already know how much of a slut you are, so no need to be so shy.” Harper sauntered over to her belongings, taking a long swig of her water. She wiped a bit of water from her mouth before snapping a picture of Maya with her leg propped up on a box and her pussy glistening above a pool of arousal. “You were so caught up in your own pathetic world that you didn’t even notice me standing here.” She opened up her gallery and played a video of Maya herself whimpering and fingering herself while playing with her nipples under her shirt.
“What do you want from me?” Maya breathed. A part of her hoped that Harper would want what she herself wanted.
“Nothing,” Harper replied simply. “Is there something I should want?”
“What are you going to do with those pictures and that video?”
Harper thought for a moment. “Good question. There’s so many things I could do with them.”
Maya’s voice caught in her throat, causing her words to come out strained. “I don’t want to get kicked off or leave the team. I’ll…I’ll do anything.”
Harper laughed, doubling over in a fit of giggles. “Do you think this is some kind of pornography plot? Do you think I’m going to just let you get away with this in exchange for what? Sex? You’re much more pathetic than I thought. I’m not a lesbian. By all means, though, go ahead and finish what you were doing. Nobody misses you out there.”
With that, she left the locker room. Maya felt her heart break a little bit, unsure of why she felt disappointed. After all, Harper had picked on her ever since she joined the team. She couldn’t help but continue, just like Harper had told her to. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was just so aroused or if it was because Harper had told her to do so.
Her orgasm was good, but it was less satisfying than she had hoped as the pain in her heart gnawed at her. As expected, she returned to practice, and nobody had even noticed or cared about her absence.
Harper, on the other hand, had returned to practice with a heavy feeling in her chest and her cheeks dusted pink—a new feeling to her.
That night, as Maya curled up beneath her blankets, her phone chimed.
_
**Harper Williams**
**Harper:**
*sent an attachment*
_
She opened the message, only to be greeted by her own whimpers and the sounds of her fingers pushing in and out of her soaking pussy. She felt her face turn pink, then red. She then felt her heart begin to race as another message popped up on screen.
_
**Harper Williams**
**Harper:**
You live alone, right?
**Harper:**
[Send me your address.](https://www.reddit.com/user/vividwiththequill)
_
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12wxfv8/yes_captain_bully_ff_humiliation_noncon_to_start
Maya’s such a masochist, can’t wait for a sequel!! Booli her good 🥺
!updateme
Updateme
Subscribeme!