God, I shouldn’t feel like this… Mandy wailed in her own mind as she felt Brooke’s tongue lap up and down her wet slit. Occasionally it swirled around her clit and it made Mandy’s head swim, further conflicting her thoughts and emotions. Her breathing became ragged and heavy and her body betrayed her when she felt herself subconsciously lifting her hips up slightly to meld her mound more with Brooke’s mouth. NO! I shouldn’t be enjoying this! Her mind screamed. What is wrong with me?
“Oh God… No…” she croaked out loud, scrunching her eyes closed and thrashing her head back and forth, trying desperately to fight off the oncoming orgasm. Brooke did know what she was doing down there as she seemed to anticipate Mandy’s sexual needs. “Please… no…” she whispered, fearing that if she did orgasm that meant that she was indeed a lesbian. But what other choice did she have? She had to submit to a man’s will, didn’t she? That’s what was preached in church and taught in college by the more Christian Conservatives around here. Hell, even some of the state’s legislatures had gone on record saying that it was basically a woman’s fault all the time and that she should just enjoy it. She was so confused. So if the boys put her in this situation, and she enjoyed it, that must mean she was a lesbian then… didn’t it? Mandy didn’t know what to think anymore.
Soon, though, she stopped thinking altogether as she couldn’t fight the passion building up in her body. The more she fought it, the easier it came. It was the most powerful, intense climax she’d ever experienced in her life and it made her whole body quiver from head to toe. She shook violently in her bonds as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body bowed upwards. She screamed her pleasure to the heavens before her body finally went lax and she just laid there, panting from the exertion, body covered in sweat. “Goooooddddd…” she gurgled as her whole body seemed to hum. Mandy felt Brooke kiss the inside of her inner thigh before laying her head down in the crook of Mandy’s thigh and pubis, the humming of the dildos inside of Brooke being the only sound left in the room.
*
“Told ya that bitch was a lezzie,” Daniel scoffed between bites of his sandwich down in the kitchen where him, Bo, and Mike were eating while watching the feed on their phones.
“Damn… no wonder she never went on a date with me,” Mike said, scratching his head. I thought that she was just a cold fish like the Ice Queen…” his voice trailed off as a thought dawned on him. “Fuck… THAT’s why she’s getting higher marks than we are! She must’ve been fucking Mrs. Riley and her wife all this time! Why else would she be here on a weekend with Mrs. Riley’s wife? Fuck. It all makes sense now!”
“He’s got me convinced,” Bo said despite his mouth being full. He swallowed and washed it down with a drink of water. “We can use that as further leverage against them. They won’t talk from here to doomsday.”
“Well then, let’s get on with it. We got a whole day ahead of us and two fine ass lesbians upstairs to fuck,” Daniel said, taking one last bite and a drink of water himself before standing up. “Let’s see if we can get those bitches to cum on our cocks before we leave, though.”
*
Hours later, after the boys fucked them multiple times in multiple positions over the course of the afternoon, Mandy and Brooke were dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. “Alright girls, we’re out of here,” Daniel said, untying them both and leaving them in a crumpled pile against one another. “Be nice, don’t call the cops, and no one will ever know that we were here,” he said in a threatening manner. “Okay? Good. See you tomorrow bright and early.”
The moment she heard the boys were out the front door downstairs, Brooke was up and pulling Mandy to her feet. “Come with me, now!” she insisted, practically dragging the younger girl along the floor. Once she got Mandy to the bathroom, she started tearing open her cabinets and retrieving vials, cotton swabs, and plastic bags.
“What are you doing?” Mandy wondered as she sat up right, finally saying something and moving on her own accord. She hugged her knees to her chest and sat back against the nearby linin closet. “You’re not looking for your phone and calling the police, are you?” she asked fearfully. “You heard what they said!”
“I’m getting evidence, now come over here, now!” Brooke insisted before she started swabbing out her mouth, ass, and vagina and bagging each of the swabs. Then she squatted and allowed the boys’ cum to dribble out of her just like she’d done at the motel the night before. Then she beckoned Mandy over. “Come here and squat,” she ordered. Once Mandy complied then she gave Mandy the same treatment. “Okay, now we can get cleaned up in the shower,” she said when she sealed the last vial into plastic and started labeling each with names and dates with a sharpie.
“You just keep all that laying around?” Mandy asked incredulously, rubbing herself where her ass and pussy had just been roughly swabbed.
“Not until they started blackmailing my wife earlier this week,” Brooke said, finishing her hasty work. “There… done,” she smiled. “I’ll put these in the freezer downstairs with the other samples I got from them last night.”
“This has been going on all this time? You knew they were coming and you didn’t call the cops beforehand” she asked incredulously. Brooke nodded. “And you’ve been collecting evidence…” Brooke smiled and nodded again. Mandy blinked at her in surprise as the brilliance of the long game Brooke and Elsa were doing dawned on her. “Oh my God…” she said, marveling at the genius of it. “The recordings… the samples…”
“Pretty damning evidence, huh?” Brooke said, holding out her hand. “Now, come on; lets get cleaned up and I’ll fill you in on the rest of the plan to see if you want in on it. Don’t worry, it’ll just be a straight shower this time, no sex, I promise, but I will give you a very thorough rub down to ease your aches and pains. When we get out, we’ll call my wife up and plan for tomorrow.”
“Sounds better than what the guys did to me…” Mandy said truthfully. She barely stifled a sob of sadness at how her virginity had been taken just hours before.
***
CHAPTER 7: The Weekend: Day 1, Part 2.
Elsa woke up early on Saturday after a night of hot, passionate sex with Thomas and Lisa. She was laying on the opposite side of Thomas from his wife, head nestled into his shoulder. Both Thomas and Lisa were still sleeping soundly so Elsa eased herself out of the bed and made her way down the third story hallway to the guest bathroom where she relieved herself and cleaned herself up. Then she went all the way down to the first floor where she cooked herself a hearty breakfast, read the newspaper, and sipped on some coffee… all while staying in the nude. Once she at, she went down to the basement where she selected her wardrobe for the day inside of Thomas’ little dungeon room.
She ultimately settled for the lower half of a Slave Leia costume with matching boots, a metal collar, metal wrist shackles, metal ankle shackles to go over her boots, and a blue jeweled butt plug. Then, to keep her nipples nice and perky, she got a nipple clamp set that had chains that ran between them as well as chains that ran up to her collar. Her look of servitude for the day completed, she then went back upstairs to start cooking for Thomas and Lisa. They were downstairs, naked and coming into the kitchen looking for coffee, when Elsa was halfway done. They paused and gaped at her look. “Oh my God, honey,” Lisa gushed. “She is so hot!” She turned and plastered herself up against her husband. “We have to have her right now, like this!”
“I was thinking the same thing…” Thomas said, smiling like a goofy idiot at Elsa’s slave look. “Bend over the counter, slave,” he ordered her.
“Yes, Master,” Elsa replied in her meek, submissive voice, doing what he told her to do while parting her legs and jutting out her ass for him.
Lisa came up to her first, rubbing her hands all over Elsa’s body before hefting Elsa’s tits and squeezing her nipples around the clamps. “I am so going to eat you alive… you are just too sexy…” she purred, nipping at Elsa’s earlobe and sucking on Elsa’s neck.
“Yes, Mistress,” Elsa breathed passionately. Lisa dropped down to her knees before Elsa, grabbing the front loincloth and tucking it up into the belt, and wrapping her arms around Elsa’s thighs before burying her face into Elsa’s pussy. Elsa gasped and moaned at her Mistress’ tongue now lapping at her slit. Thomas, in the meantime, stroked his cock back to life and nuzzled up behind her, hunching down and sliding his cock up into his little slave easily. Elsa moaned even deeper at feeling his cock burrow up into her while Lisa’s tongue attacked her clit.
It was a hard and fast fuck for them as, deep down, none of them wanted breakfast to burn. Besides, she knew that she was a rare toy for them so it took Thomas no time at all to cum up inside of her. Elsa followed a moment later as Lisa got her clit just right while her husband’s cock was still throbbing inside of their little slave. Elsa had to grip the counter hard to keep upright as her body shook with the orgasm. When she and Thomas were done, Thomas pulled out of her, grabbed the paper off of the kitchen table, and walked out to the dining room. Lisa stood up and kissed Elsa deeply. “Come clean my husband off with your mouth when you serve breakfast, then kneel between my legs and finish me off, slave,” she told Elsa in a husky voice.
“Yes, Mistress,” Elsa moaned in returned as they kissed.
When Lisa left, Elsa finished cooking for them and then served them; food first followed by drinks. Then she did as she was told, sank down to her knees, crawled under the ornate wooden table, and put herself in between of Thomas’ splayed out knees. She ran her hands up Thomas’ thighs and wrapped her lips around his semi-erect cock. Bobbing her head up and down a few times, Elsa thoroughly cleaned him off with her mouth before pulling back all the way, releasing it with a pop. She smiled as she saw that he was much harder than he was before and figured that his cock would be back inside of her before they all left the dining room.
Elsa crawled over to Lisa, kneeling between her legs and sliding a hand up underneath of her. Putting a single finger up into Lisa’s pussy, Elsa lapped at her mistress’ slit while gently fingering her. Lisa shuffled in her chair, angling herself to make access easier for Elsa. Within minutes, Lisa had stopped eating and was gripping the table top as she came hard. Then Lisa’s hands were down, stroking Elsa’s hair affectionately before motioning her to the side. Elsa obediently crawled out from under the table and knelt dutifully at the side of Lisa’s chair, head bowed, while she waited.
Sure enough, once they were done with breakfast, Thomas was bending Elsa over the side of the table, banging her hard and fast until he came inside of her. Elsa screamed with every thrust into her, getting off on being manhandled, used hard, and put away wet. When Thomas was done, he walked over to kiss his wife and then went further into the house. As he was the primary person she was here to serve, Elsa followed behind him like a puppy to attend to his every wish and desire over the course of the day.
Elsa catered to their every whim; watching college football with Thomas while either giving him a blowjob or riding his cock whenever he got the itch, giving Lisa a rubdown, massage, and an outright fuck in their hot tub room later on, even doing an hour with them both as their captive little victim in their dungeon. She loved every minute of it. As much as she loved Brooke with all of her heart these days, there was just some things that she needed a dominant Alpha Male and his wife to do to her.
During her lunch hour on her own, a little after 1 since she served Thomas and Lisa first, she checked her phone for messages and texts. Not surprisingly, she had multiple texts from the boys saying that they were coming to her house to discuss things with her and put up some rather good pics of the three of them fucking Brooke at the motel last night. Another text was from Brooke saying that the boys were there and that the security systems were on and recording. That was a couple of hours ago so she used her phone’s app to tap into her own home’s feed. After cycling through each room of the house, she found them all in the master bedroom having an orgy. Part of her was irked that the boys had the gall and audacity to fuck her wife in their own bed but then again part of her wasn’t surprised.
She then narrowed her eyes. There was another woman there. Younger. Short hair. Brunette. Elsa cocked her head left and right in curiosity as she tried to ascertain the identity of the new arrival. Her eyes widened when she realized that it was another one of her students, Mandy, and it didn’t look like she was enjoying things. Mandy was as tied up as Brooke was and judging by the way her face was contorted and her face was streaked with tears told Elsa that Mandy wasn’t a willing participant. Going off of her hunch, she scrolled back through the footage to the start and saw where Mandy arrived before the boys, frantically pounding on the front door and talking to Brooke. Then the boys arrived to talk with them and then they were all going upstairs. Elsa watched with her mouth hanging open in abject horror as the boys forced Brooke and Mandy to shave their mounds before taking them into the master bedroom to fuck them both.
“Hey! Slave!” Thomas appeared at the doorway and looking playfully cross at her. “You’re late getting back!”
Elsa frowned and checked the time. It was now 2 o’clock but she didn’t have time for this. Things had changed. “Shut up, Thomas, and get yer ass over here to look at this.”
“Do you want to be punished, slave?” Thomas demanded as he stomped in, still very much in the master and slave role, obviously.
“FREEZE!” Elsa said, using their safe word. “I’m not fucking around, Thomas, they’re at my house now and they’ve brought another student into this!” Elsa turned her phone towards him to show him the footage. “This was this morning,” she showed him Mandy and Brooke being taken for the first time in the master bedroom. “This is right now,” she then said, dragging her finger along the slide bar to put the footage to real time.
“Holy shit…” Thomas breathed, now dropping all of the role play. “Elsa, we should call the police…”
“What the hell are they going to do?” Elsa demanded. She shook her head. “No, we’ll still play this my way since it’ll ultimately make those boys my bitches since they can’t do shit for me if they’re in prison. We’ll just have to bring poor Mandy into this.”
“You really think this will work?” Thomas asked her, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You think that they’re going to turn down the bait?” Elsa asked coyly, arching a questioning eyebrow at him. “Lucrative contracts, fame, and fortune? Oh yeah… they’ll play ball in more ways than one. My only question to you is; will your contacts pick these guys up and will Coach Ellison be onboard with it?”
Thomas sighed. Even though Elsa had told him the whole plan last night, he obviously still had his reservations about it. Elsa knew that he had him by the balls… literally and figuratively. If he were to say no to her now, then Elsa would be walking out the door and there’d be no further play this weekend. And it killed the possibility of any play with her or her wife in the future. “I didn’t want to share you with any other man this weekend…” he muttered.
“Unfortunately, these three are escalating things fast and we need to reign them in,” Elsa countered. She stood up while reaching down to cup his cock and balls, gently massaging them. Elsa laid her head on his chest and batted her eyes up at him. “I’ll make it up to you,” she said sweetly. “Give you another full weekend?”
“You AND your wife will give us a full weekend of servitude if I have to cut this one short,” he countered.
“Deal,” Elsa said happily. “Now be a dear and call the coach up to join us here, will you?” She said huskily before kissing his chest and dropping to her knees, leaving a fluttering trail of kisses down his body. When her knees hit the floor, her lips wrapped around his hardening cock where she proceeded to deep throat him while still gently knead his balls until he came hard.
*
There were some days that Coach Dave Ellison hated his job. This was one of them. Any time that the head Dean of HCU called him to his house… on a day off… wasn’t going to end well. Being an NCAA Division II Coach wasn’t a bad thing, but it didn’t exactly garner the national attention as a bigger Division I college like the huge University of Kentucky, University of Louisville, or University of Cincinnati. The major leagues weren’t exactly banging down his door to recruit his players from an obscure county in southern Kentucky. He was under constant pressure from the board to get games with the big boys in order to prove their mettle and maybe one day jump up to Division I.
Today was probably going to be another one of those such days. Which really fucking sucked. He had better things to do than to get bawled out on a bye week. He knocked on the door and the Dean’s wife was there to meet him, dressed in a simple form fitting black dress. “Come in, coach,” she said, opening the door and beckoning him in, “we’ve been expecting you.” She led him through the spacious house, going though the huge living room on back to an attaching den through a big archway. Thomas was there, sitting in a lounger wearing jeans and a polo shirt, talking with a white-haired woman in a robe. Dave’s brow furrowed in confusion. Wasn’t that woman one of the history professors? Why was she here and why the hell was she just in a bathrobe.
Their attention turned to him as he came in. “Ah, Dave, glad you’re here,” Thomas said, standing up and crossing the room to shake his hand. “Please, come in and sit down. Can we get you anything to drink?”
“Ah… no, thanks,” Dave said cautiously as he took a seat on a nearby sofa. “What’s going on here?” he asked, eyeing the woman.
“Dave, do you know Mrs. Elsa Riley, here?” Thomas asked, gesturing to the woman.
The name struck a chord in him. “Ah… yeah, by reputation,” he admitted while nodding. “My players call her the Ice Queen since she has a tough demeanor and an equally tough class.” He then winced and looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, ma’am, for that.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Elsa waved her hand dismissively. “I’ve been called worse. I’m actually the one who asked for this meeting. It’s about three of your players; Daniel, Bo, and Mike.”
“Ah hell… what have they done now?” Dave bemoaned.
Elsa arched an eyebrow. “They’re regular troublemakers?” she asked, curious.
“Party animals is more like it. I mean, they’re good players and all but I have a hard time reigning them in half the time,” Dave said.
“How good?” Elsa asked. It caught him off guard so he asked for her to repeat the question. “I said; how good are they? Are they NFL material? Is there any chance that they’d be drafted when they graduate in a year and a half?”
Dave shrugged. “Sure, if they get their heads out of their collective asses, relax on the field, and work hard. We might be able to get a scout from Cincinnati to get down. Or hell, there’s always Cleveland… they’re so far in the gutter right now that they’ll take anyone. It’s always easier to get our D2 players noticed if we could get a game or two with a D1 school and actually beat them.”
“If I were to make that happen for next year,” Thomas interjected, “could you get them to where they need to be in order to be picked up by an NFL team in the spring draft? I got some friends at UK and UofL that I can talk to. They’d probably take us up on it since we would be an easy team to them and you’ll probably lose to Louisville,” he explained. He then grinned. “And we all know that UK puts out basketball players and not football players.”
Scarcely believing his luck, Dave blinked. “That would do wonders for our program. Get us on the national stage! We wouldn’t be going for any bowl games but it’d get us noticed!” he said, thrilled that he was finally getting some help. But then something nagged at him. “So why the sudden interest and what does a history teacher have a say in this?” he asked.
“I’ll be quite blunt, Dave,” Elsa said. “Your three boys; Daniel, Bo, and Mike,” she reiterated slowly, “raped me, multiple times, in my own office this week. They showed up and demanded leniency in my class. Each time, they took pictures to hold over me for the next time. Then, they used the pictures on my wife… they’re at my home now… raping her… and another student.”
Dave was floored as he looked at her. “Wait, what?” Then his face turned dark. “That’s a very serious allegation, Missy…” he said in a warning tone. He could care less if she was gay, he was from California originally and was only mildly religious. He was more upset at the insinuation that one of his guys, let alone three, could’ve done something like this.
She was up in an instant, stomping over to him and thrusting her phone into his face. “That’s the security camera feed from my house. This is real time.”
“Oh shit…” Dave breathed, feeling the color drain from his face as he looked at the video on her phone, feeling guilty at going hard inside of his pants from watching it. Then he looked up at her. “The police…” he started to say.
“Aren’t going to do shit in this county and you know it,” Elsa told him. “So, if they want to play the blackmail game, then I’ll play it… by getting them drafted and them then giving me, my wife, and our new friend here,” she pointed at the other girl, the student, “a fair amount of compensation. Average yearly salary for any given player in the NFL ranges from 2.1 million, I believe that’s the San Francisco 49ers, all the way up to 2.99 or 3 million dollars, paid by the Oakland Raiders,” she said. “Even if each of them coughs up a half a million, based on those numbers, to each of us, they’ll still live a comfortable life and my wife and I can retire in luxury.
“And what do I get out of all of this?” Dave demanded, standing up. He hated the fact that he had three guys on his team doing this, but he hated more that this woman was going to blackmail his players. Player discipline was his area, not hers.
To his surprise, she gave him a coy smile. “A cut of their future salaries, for starters, expansion of your sports program, for another,” she said, “but I imagine that you’re looking for something in the more immediate future,” she whispered, reaching up to stroke the side of his face before reaching down and shrugging her shoulders out of the robe enough to let it fall. She caught it before it exposed her breasts. Dave ogled her with an open mouth, shocked. Elsa waggled her eyebrows at him. “Why should your players have all the fun and why should I have to put up with mere boys when the men are right here?” she asked seductively. Blood went straight from his head down to his dick, that immediately went hard and demanded to be released.
“You’re okay with this, Tom?” he croaked out, eyes fixated on her chest. “Tom?” he looked up and saw that Thomas and his wife were gone.
Elsa cupped his chin and pulled him back to face her. “You can have me here, for the rest of the day, today,” she said with a smile. “And then you can have me as your own little sex slave for the next week in your office. Then, you can fuck me all you want immediately after home games. All you have to do is make sure those three boys get drafted into the NFL.”
“We’re halfway through the season…” Dave pointed out, his voice now as husky as hers was as he was thinking with his cock and not his head. “Not worth it.”
“Tell you what, we’ll see the progress that the boys are making at the end of the season and if they’re doing well, then I’ll let you have me after every home game next season as well.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “If you happen to win the game on any given week, I’ll let you fuck my wife as well. Hell, we can even have threesomes,” she whispered to him. “Money, sex, prestige… that’s what any man wants out of life… isn’t it?”
He wanted to, good Lord above he wanted to, but there was one detail hanging in his mind. “What if I knock you up?”
“Well, after fucking four men this week… five if you agree to my terms… I hope that I am pregnant. My wife and I have always wanted to start a family,” she said, breaking off from him and walking back over to the extended lounger she’d been on. “Oh don’t worry about child support or anything, that’s what the boys and their NFL contracts are for. As for you; think of it like making a donation at a sperm bank. You’ll be giving up any parental rights and we’re just eliminating the middle man.” She parted the folds of her robe and spread her legs, giving him a peek at her shaved mound underneath. “So, what do you say?”
He licked his lips as he contemplated it. He was being handed everything he wanted out of life and then some. His life was incredibly lonely ever since his wife had left him and taken everything in the divorce. Here was a woman who was willing to fuck him at least once a week during a football season. That alone made him want to agree. His head was already bobbing up and down. “Yeah…” he finally managed to get out.
Elsa smiled at him, undid the belt of her robe and pulled it open, baring her naked body underneath to him. “Feel free to do whatever you want to me,” she said by way of invitation as she slipped her arms out of the robe. “I’m a big girl, I can take anything that you dish out.” She took the belt, wrapped it around her wrists, and tied it with her teeth before putting them up over her head. “You can even tie me up, if you want.”
Walking towards her in a trance, Dave proceeded to do just that before fucking her senseless.
*
“Elsa?” Brooke asked when she called her wife up after her and Mandy got out of the shower. Mandy was curled up on the bed beside her, huddled in a ball under the covers. “Is everything okay with you?”
“I’m fine, babe,” Elsa reassured her on the other end. “How’s Mandy there?”
“You know who it is?” Brooke blinked in surprise.
“I can get the security feed to my phone and I know all of my students,” Elsa explained. “Now how is she?”
“Shell shocked. She lost her virginity today and the boys were none too gentle about it,” Brooke said, and then gave her the brief rundown of the day. “I did take samples from her as well. Then we got cleaned up. She… doesn’t exactly want to stay here but she thinks that it’s better to be here than alone in her dorm room or back home with her extremely religious parents… so she’s on the bed here with me. She called her roommate and her parents to tell them all to not expect to see her tomorrow.”
“Good, keep her there with you,” Elsa replied. “I’ll be home soon. I had to cut my weekend with Thomas and Lisa short as we brought Coach Ellison in on the plan. Had to do it early since the boys escalated things… again.”
“So he’s going to do it, then?” Brooke asked.
“Yeah,” Elsa said. “You’re helping me with him and Thomas, by the way. I know that you don’t like sex with men but I need you on this, honey, if we’re going to make it work.”
“I’ll fuck whoever you need me to,” Brooke said with renewed conviction. “I just want to get these bastards and make them pay for all of this… and make them pay for what they did to Mandy today.”
“Oh, they’ll pay alright. Okay, I’m going to let you go. I’m going to call the boys while I’m in the car to make it look like I’m coming home early from my ‘conference’. I’ll see you and Mandy soon,” Elsa said. “Love you!”
“Love you, too. Drive safely!”
*
Daniel picked up his phone when it rang. “Hello?” he asked casually, feeling the best he’d ever been in his entire life. Why wouldn’t he? After all he’d just finished the third day straight fucking a beautiful woman and added an equally beautiful classmate as a notch in his belt.
“I told you that if you went near my wife I would fucking destroy you!” Elsa thundered so loudly into his ear that he had to hold it away from his head. Daniel put it on speaker as she continued to rant. “I am on my way home now and if you are there, so help me God, I will put a bullet into your brain myself!”
“Elsaaaaaaaaa…” Daniel cooed. He hadn’t planned on cornering the Ice Queen again until Monday when she got back but given the background noise on the other end, it sounded like she was on speaker phone herself while in the car. “Been trying to get a hold of you. We even stopped by your place but you weren’t there.”
“Cut the crap with me, mister,” Elsa shouted at him angrily. “Get outta my house!”
“Relax, we left a good hour or two ago,” Daniel reassured her. “Your little wifey is safe at home, tucked into bed by now, I’m sure, for you to cuddle with. No need to get your panties in a twist. But we do need to talk because your wife is such a little slut…”
“Spare me the rhetoric, what do you want?” Elsa demanded.
“You, at your house, so we can fuck the shit outta you!” Daniel snarled. “My boys and I have two and a half years of suffering through your damn history lectures to punish you for and you have YET to play ball by our rules!” he said flat out.
“And I want this to end… now,” Elsa countered. Then there was a pause. “If I do this thing… for you three, then I want everything you have on us and then I want you out of our lives and to keep your damn mouths shut about all of this. And no more taking new videos and pictures and holding them over us. This ends NOW!”
“So long as come Monday you’re more reasonable in grading our papers,” Daniel reiterated. “Otherwise you, your wife, and sweet little Mandy will be our fucking sex toys from now until we graduate!”
“Fine…” Elsa ground out. “See you tomorrow.” The line then went dead.
Daniel dialed up Bo and Mike. “We got her, meet at her place tomorrow bright and early. We might only have one more day with her so we need to make it a good one. In the meantime, do either of you still have Miss Brooke’s credit card? We should go make a run to the adult store in town for some goodies.”
*
While Daniel was calling up his pals, Elsa was making reservations in Lexington before pulling into her driveway. She went straight upstairs where she found Brooke and Mandy, both still naked, in the bed. Mandy was curled up on the far side in a ball but Brooke had been sitting up, reading. Elsa and Brooke embraced tightly and then Elsa went around to take a look at Mandy. “Oh you poor dear, I’m sorry you got mixed up into all of this,” she said, hugging the girl close. Mandy just sniffled and cried onto Elsa’s shoulder. “Did Brooke tell you the plan?” Elsa asked. Mandy nodded. “Good, then I want the two of you to get dressed, get into Brooke’s car, and go to Lexington. I made reservations for you two at the Regency for tomorrow. Don’t come back until after eight tomorrow night.”
“What about you?” Brooke asked.
Elsa grinned at them. “The boys are coming back tomorrow and I don’t want you two anywhere near here. We have everything in place that we need to hold over them. Come Monday, they’ll be leaving us alone and we’ll be prepping for early retirement.”
“They’ll hurt you,” Brooke said with concern.
“I can take it… I’d rather they do it to me than to you two. Now get packed and get going.” Elsa insisted. She looked Mandy up and down. “You’re about our size, so I’m sure we’ll have something that’ll fit you.”
“How is it that you’re able to do this?” Mandy wondered, wiping her nose and sniffling. “I overheard you two talking on the phone earlier as well as Brooke telling me what all you were doing with Dean Thomas and the guys’ coach. You were being their slave? I don’t get it… what happened to you that you can do all this? I mean, I’ve heard the rumors and all but still…”
Elsa sighed and took Mandy’s hands into hers. Brooke gave them both a sympathetic look and then left them alone to talk. Elsa sat beside Mandy on the bed. “I was happily married up in New York some time ago… to a man. We had it all; high rise apartment, good paying jobs with him on Wall Street and me teaching at Rockefeller, luxury cars, you name it.” She smiled ruefully at the memories. “We were a bit into the BDSM scene as well and I loved to be a sub for my husband’s dom personality. But anyways… we ran afoul of some, shall we say, less than scrupulous business types. They thought that Chris… my husband… was someone who owed them money and they cornered us when we came out of a Broadway show one night. It was mistaken identity and they wouldn’t listen to us. So, they kidnapped us, beat us up, and raped me repeatedly while they forced him to watch.”
“Ohmygawd…” Mandy gasped. “That’s horrible!”
“Oh it gets better…” Elsa sighed again. “They had us for a full week before it was our respective jobs that called the police and reported us missing. It took the police another week just to find us and by that time they’d beaten Chris to death and I was within an inch of dying myself. During that time, our kidnappers ransacked our apartment looking for their supposed money and when they didn’t find it, settled with trashing the place and taking anything of value. The only way we were ‘rescued’ was because they’d dumped us out into a trash bin to get rid of us and a patrolman happened upon us. I spent a month recovering. My family… they didn’t even care. They bought the media story that Chris was connected to the Mob and blamed me for not knowing. My in-laws too. And there was nothing that I could do about it. I had to sell the apartment and live in the slums since I had nothing left. I finished out my school year doing admin work for Rockefeller, took my severance, and left. The only solace I got out of all of that was that the Mob actually sent me an associate to me with a picture of the people who’d abducted me all lying dead in a row, an apology, and a stack of money to help me set up a new life.”
“That’s when you moved here?”
Elsa smiled sadly and nodded. “They set me up here where I could be nice and safe while being watched over by one of their trusted associates. I bought the house outright and got a job at the University. Rockefeller was more than generous on their reference letter… not that I really needed it because the Mob had already arranged the job,” she explained. She took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. “That’s also when I vowed never to be a victim again and to be strong and hard as a rock. I figured that if I could survive a fringe element of the Mob, then my students all the way down here in nice, safe, Hazard County can survive me. When these three idiots from my class decided to blackmail me, I made a snap decision to do this plan because I’ll be damned if any man takes anything away from me that I’m not willing to give them,” she said, her hard, cold voice that was atypical of her lectures rose back up. Elsa looked over Mandy. “You can be strong too, my dear, you just have to make the decision to do so. Don’t allow your life to be dictated by others, especially as religious as people are around here. I know that you’re conflicted, confused, and somehow thinking that it’s your fault. Don’t let them make you think that way. Take control. Seize it back from them, if you have to.”
Mandy was nodding as she talked. “Yeah… I think that you’re right. Thank you,” she said, giving Elsa a hug. “I got a lot to think about tomorrow.”
“Talk to Brooke more, listen to her story,” Elsa told her, returning the hug. “But for now, we need you two out of the house for me to finish this for us. God willing, you’ll never have to work a day in your life if you don’t want to.”
***
CHAPTER 8: The Weekend: Day 2, Part 1.
“They just pulled up,” Elsa told Thomas over the phone while turning on the home security system. “I expect them to give me the full work over today, so if you could send your wife to check on me at, let’s say, five o’clock tonight, that’d be great. I’m not expecting Brooke and Mandy to be back until well after six.”
“No problem,” Thomas promised. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t want this blowing too far out of proportion.”
“Just send your wife over with the rape kit and first aid kit at four or five, have her call first so that I can get the boys out of here in a panic. I’ll be fine,” Elsa insisted. “It’s not going to be like those thugs back in New York,” she added before hanging up. With that out of the way, she went to the door, put on her best resting bitch face, and prepared for war. She flung it open and glared at the boys.
They paused and regarded her with curiosity. Daniel quirked an eyebrow. “And I half expected you to meet us at the door totally naked,” he said, not bothering to hide his disappointment at her being in a T-Shirt and Jeans. “You going to let us in?”
Elsa grabbed a nearby bag and held it up to them. “All of your electronics in here first,” she demanded. “I’m on to your blackmail game.”
Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not in a position to be making demands like this,” he growled. “What makes you think that we won’t just turn tail and hit the send button to the Dean and just ruin your life?”
A quirk smile of her own came onto her face. “Because you want this… you need this…” she said. “And even if I were somehow, miraculously, fired tomorrow, that wouldn’t stop me from torpedoing each of your grades, and your academic careers, before I pack up my office. Then there’s the matter if I don’t get fired…” she added in a dangerous voice, “I promise you that if this blackmail continues then I will make your lives a living hell. So if you want this,” she gestured to her own body, going from bust to hips, “then you need to put all of your electronics in this,” she waggled the bag in front of them. “Like I told you; this ends today.”
She could tell that they were seriously considering pulling the proverbial trigger on her but she also knew that they were thinking with their cocks and not their heads. If they walked away now, things would get ugly fast for them and that was even before she sprung her evidence out. They would also be pissing away a golden opportunity to bang her like a drum to vent their ‘years’ of frustration on her.
“I swear to God, woman,” Daniel said bitterly as he fished out his phone and threw it into the bag, “I am going to fuck you pregnant before this day is out.”
Promises… Promises… Elsa thought wryly as she took iPhones and iPads from each of them in turn, stepping aside to let each one of them inside once they’d surrendered their devices. “Sit in the living room, I’ll be right back,” she told them in a clipped tone as she closed the door behind them and strode further into the house.
“Where the fuck you going with our phones?” Bo demanded.
Elsa turned on her heel and glowered at them. “They’re going into my safe because there’s no guarantee that you idiots won’t come looking for them to use them for more blackmail if you decide to, I dunno, tie me up like you did my wife,” she said sarcastically. “Be right back,” she said coldly as she turned once again and headed for the back staircase to head down to the basement. She tossed the bag into her safe, locking the electronics away, and headed back up. They were milling about in her living room, already having stripped their shirts off as well as taken their shoes and socks off. “Alright, lets get this over with and lay down some ground rules.”
“You don’t get to dictate rules to us, bitch,” Bo snapped at her. “You do what we say.”
“Well unless you really want me answering some questions at the University tomorrow that might implicate you three bozos,” Elsa glowered right back at them, “then you’re not going to do anything stupid like hit me in the face to give me a black eye, or leave a mark that I can’t cover up, or injure me to the point where I’m going to be put into the hospital.”
“Just what kind of sickos do you think we are?” Daniel asked incredulously while over in the corner, Mike just blanched.
“Oh, I dunno, the kind who resorts to breaking and entering, blackmail, and rape to get their rocks off, perhaps?”
“We’re not stupid and you should know that,” Daniel said pointedly, “we’ve managed to pass your classes for two years now but don’t worry your pretty little head, bitch, we won’t hurt you… too much.” With that, he was advancing on her.
Elsa stood her ground, glaring daggers at him and silently daring him to do his worst. He reached out, grabbed her by her braided hair, wrenched her head back hard, and crushed his lips to hers. She pushed back against him, reared back, and slapped him hard across the face. Elsa wasn’t about to make it easy for them and besides, she needed graphic footage. It got the effect that she wanted as Daniel snarled in anger at her and flung her across the room into the waiting arms of Bo and Mike. They each held one of her arms, bending them painfully behind her back, before driving her down to her knees on the carpet.
Daniel was on her in a heartbeat, slipping his belt out of his belt loops and doubling it up. He reached down, grabbing the cleavage of her ratty T-shirt, and yanking it apart. The flimsy fabric parted easily, exposing her naked breasts underneath. She hadn’t bothered with a bra for today. The back of her mind made a mental note to go to goodwill to get more old clothes. Counting the clothes that Daniel was ripping and tearing off of her right now, she’s lost two sets of old work clothes this week. The moment Daniel was done ripping her shirt off, he go to work on her jeans while Bo and Mike both reached around her and started rubbing her breasts vigorously. Elsa’s body jerked back and forth while Daniel yanked and pulled her jeans off of her legs, glaring at him the entire way. He made a quip about her enjoying it and she promptly told him to fuck off.
“You need to shut up, for once,” Daniel snarled at her in response, grabbing up the tattered remains of her shirt, stuffing one small wad into her mouth and then using another long strip to tie around her mouth to hold the wad in place, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Another strip tied her hands behind her back. “That’ll hold you until we get upstairs with our new bag of fun,” he smiled triumphantly down at her. Her eyes flicked to the side and that’s when she noticed the backpacks. What the hell had they brought with them? Daniel grabbed the bags and snapped his fingers. His two friends hauled her to her feet, duck walking her naked ass out the living room, and forced her up the nearby stairs.
They dumped her unceremoniously onto her own bed. She immediately sat up and Bo open palmed smacked her face to make her lay back down. Thanks for proving my point from earlier, asshole… she thought bitterly as tears of pain welled up in her eyes. Her right cheek burned and she figured that Bo cupped his hand just enough so that it wouldn’t bruise her. She laid back onto her bed, glaring at them, as they started hauling stuff out of their bags. They descended upon her with various BDSM implements. Within minutes they had a spreader bar on her ankles with a center impaling pole on it that had a dildo up her ass, her wrists in leather cuffs behind her back, and a ball gag in her mouth. Elsa had to squirm and shuffle a bit before finding a comfortable position while the boys stripped down the rest of the way. Bo and Mike started stroking themselves to hardness while Daniel, once again, took the lead.
He mounted her and impaled her with his cock. Elsa grunted behind the gag as his cock filled her up along with the big dildo up her ass, the two of them grinding against each other inside of her. She looked him in the eyes as he planted his hand around her throat and looked back at her. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve dreamed about fucking you in your own home like this,” he told her, savagely planting a kiss on her lips before rearing back up to fuck her. Daniel plowed into her so hard and deep that the bed rocked and knocked against the back wall. The only thing Elsa could think of was that she’d have to replace the plaster in the wall when this was all done as his technique still left more to be desired. She hoped in the back of her mind that sheer volume of sex today would make up for their lack of… well… everything else.
Not surprisingly, based on her experience with them in her office and her wife’s accounts, Daniel came up inside of her quickly. He jammed his hips down into hers and held his cock as deep inside of her that he could. His seed flooded into her womb once more. This time, however, he kept his cock up inside of her long after it stopped twitching to ensure that she took every drop into her body. “Flex your pussy for me, bitch,” he commanded her, squeezing her throat a bit. “I want you to take my cum up into you.” Making him think that he’d won, she fluttered her pussy around his cock to do just that. “Aw gawd yeah…” he breathed as his cock spurt out its last little bit.
The moment he was off of her, Bo took his place. Just like Daniel, he shoved his cock deep into her and put his hand around her throat. “Look at me, woman,” he growled. She did so, locking eyes with him defiantly. “You insolent little bitch,” he said, taking his hand off of her neck long enough to give her a quick slap across the cheek as he humped her, making her cheek glow bright red. “Threaten my academic standing, will you?” he asked, slapping her again. He then looked over his shoulder. “Get the buzzers out, I think that she needs more stimulation to get off with us.”
Elsa’s eyes flickered to the side where Daniel and Mike were both getting out nipple clamp vibrators and hitachi wands. Well this just got more interesting… she thought while Bo continued to plow away inside of her pussy. Bo lifted off of her long enough for the guys to each attach a magnetic nipple clamp onto her nipples that had a small vibrating egg that covered the tips. They turned them on and Elsa felt the hard, violent vibrating shoot electrodes of pleasure down into her chest. Oh God… that’s intense… she thought as she let out an involuntary moan. They took the dildo out of her ass long enough to replace it with a hitachi that had a dildo attachment on it. That went up her ass, attached to the impaling pole in the middle of the spreader bar, where they then turned it onto the high setting. Finally the second hitachi they turned onto high and nestled it up against her clit, at the base of Bo’s cock, wedged in between both of their pelvises. OH FUCK! Elsa screamed out in her mind as the intense vibrating was now in each of her erogenous zones. She barely registered Bo’s cock moving inside of her again as he leaned forward to resume fucking her.
Unable to control herself anymore, Elsa squirmed and writhed in her bonds underneath of Bo’s body. Bo’s hand was back around her neck as he now fucked her as hard as he could, making the bed bounce up and down violently. “Cum for me, bitch!” Bo was yelling down at her. “I want to feel you get off on my cock!” Elsa closed her eyes tightly and shook her head back and forth rapidly. She knew well from experience that the best way to get off hard and fast was to try and prolong it for as long as possible. Finally unable to fight it, right when she felt Bo’s cum start to flood deep into her as he climaxed, she let out a low, deep groan as her body exploded into the forced orgasm. Her legs shook in her bonds, quivering hard and fast, as her belly convulsed, and her breasts jerked all over the place. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the sudden orgasm then ebbed with warmth flowing all through her body. Her pussy squeezed Bo’s cock in time with his throbbing, milking it for every drop it could get.
Elsa’s body was still spasming and trembling by the time Bo pulled out of her and Mike mounted her. Just like with Bo, he positioned the hitachi right on her clit, wedged between her mound and his pubis, as he too fucked her. Only he went with slow, deep, deliberate strokes. Instead of choking her, he went in and started sucking on her neck, his mouth kissing and sucking until he found the most sensitive part. Then he latched on and started sucking on her neck so hard that she knew that she’d have a hickey before today was over. The vibrating on her nipples, clit, and up her ass was incessant and unrelenting. She started to softly whine and cry from how sensitive her body was now, especially on her breasts and inside her ass and pussy. It was pleasure overload to the point that it hurt. Mike didn’t pay her any mind as he kept his body pressed against hers as he slowly fucked her while continuing to suck on her neck. There was some kind of winding or whining sound going on in the room that she couldn’t place and it sounded like power tools, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the intense painful pleasure that her body was being forced to endure.
Her body rocked with Mike’s as he reached his peak. When he was close, he reared back and plowed her hard. Elsa could only lay there and grunt as her body was pushed closer and closer to the edge again. She came a half second before Mike did, just as his cock became engorged inside of her. Elsa squealed from behind her gag from the intensity of her second orgasm forced upon her from the unrelenting vibrators. Her pussy quivered around Mike’s cock as his seed shot deep down into her. Her head lolled to the side and her breathing became heavy and labored as the orgasm seemed to go on and on this time. Once Mike was done, he rolled off of her, leaving her there to shiver and shake from the continued vibrating.
It was a full minute before they started switching off vibrators and getting her out of her bindings. They dragged her limp, sweating body off of the bed and across the floor. That’s when she saw the weird metal tube frame that the boys had constructed in the middle of the open room, bolted down to the floor. They laid her down onto the carpet with a cushion wedge under her hips before lifting her legs high up and spread apart. Her ankles and knees were locked into the thing and she found that she’d be unable to move her legs. It was like being in a slightly inverted gyno chair. Her arms were locked down to the floor at her wrists, elbows, and shoulders. They then put a metal tube down across her neck to keep her snugly in place. The final piece to their nefarious contraption was to put the dildo hitachi up her ass again and the other hitachi resting snug against her clit amid her parted labia. Both were turned on to high and Elsa screeched from behind her gag at the intense pleasure being inflicted once again on her sensitive privates. The mag-clamps on her nipples, likewise, were turned back on.
The boys then left her there on the floor, squirming and crying, as they went downstairs to ransack her kitchen. All she could do was lay their and whimper as another orgasm built up within her.
*
“Oh my God,” Mandy gasped as her and Brooke watched Elsa’s predicament on Brooke’s tablet. “That looks intense.”
“Mmmm…” Brooke purred, “that looks like fun. I hope Elsa keeps that up when the boys leave, I want a turn in that!”
Mandy regarded her incredulously. “How can you sit there and enjoy… this!” she asked. “They’re having their way with her inside your house like… like…” her voice hitched, “like they’d done to us!” She put the tablet face down into the bed, buried her hands inside of her face, and cried.
Brooke pulled her into a hug from where they sat on the hotel bed, back against the headboard as they’d watched Elsa be ravished. They’d driven through the night to get to Lexington, checking into the hotel that Elsa had booked for them and heading right to their room and going straight to bed, not once saying a word. Brooke had given Mandy her space, figuring that the young lady would talk when she felt like it. Earlier this morning they’d woke only when Brooke’s tablet went off, notifying her of the security alert back at the house that Elsa had set off. They’d ordered room service for breakfast and then settled in to watch the action. Now that all there was to watch was Elsa’s bound body on the floor of the Master Bedroom, and the boys partying down in the kitchen, there wasn’t much to watch.
Mandy rocked in Brooke’s arms. “How can you two do this?” she sobbed. “How can you just let them do this to you?”
“Well, many reasons,” Brooke said while still soothing Mandy. “We want children and we’ve been talking about getting a sperm donor for the longest time. The cost is insanely expensive, especially if we go the invitro route. The boys pulled this blackmail stunt this week and we just kinda decided to go along with it since they were more than willing to do the job for us.” Brooke shrugged.
“But you’re going to be raising your rapist’s babies!” Mandy protested, pulling back and looking at Brooke with a tear streaked, flushed face. “And now I might be pregnant with MY rapist’s baby as well!”
“So why punish the baby for it?” Brooke asked innocently. “If you choose to have it… if you are indeed pregnant… then why take it out on the baby? They,” she pointed to the tablet, “are the ones who are going to pay for it and we’ve taken steps to ensure that’s going to happen one way or the other.”
“And if they just go on to get a nice, cushy career in the NFL… then what?” Mandy asked, her hand waving wildly to the lone TV in the room. “How is that justice?”
Brooke gave her a wolfish smile. “Then they pay us a lot of money in child support, that’s what. Imagine going in front of a judge with that story and the evidence that we have,” Brooke clasped her hands together in front of her and made a weeping face. “It’s just not fair, your honor, that they forced me against my will to have sex with them,” she sniffled dramatically. “But I did the good, Christian thing and carried their baby to term and now they won’t even support the child when they can obviously afford it. Please, your honor, won’t you help us… at least for the baby’s sake?” Brooke straightened out and laughed. “Oh yeah, they’ll pay at the very least to keep THAT from going to court where we can take them for everything.”
“What am I going to tell my parents?” Mandy wailed.
“The truth,” Brooke said simply. “And, if you want, I can talk to them with you.”
Mandy sniffled and looked up at her. “You’d do that for me?”
Brooke smiled and nodded once. Mandy managed to share her smile. Brooke then took her by the hands and slid off her side of the bed, tugging Mandy with her. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, you’re a mess.” She led Mandy to the bathroom where she got the shower going and then stripped down. Mandy was trying not to look a Brooke’s nude body again and not get turned on but was failing miserably. She blushed furiously when Brooke caught her and gave her a wry smile. Then Brooke led her into the walk in shower, closing the sliding glass door behind them.
Once inside, Brooke did all the work, soaping and rinsing them both up before doing Mandy’s hair. Mandy let out an involuntary moan as Brooke’s hands worked all over her body, feeling those tiny jolts of pleasure tingles every time Brooke touched her intimately. Once they were done, Brooke sat down on the tiled floor in one corner and brought Mandy down to sit in front of her under the spray of warm water. There, she proceed to work the kinks out of Mandy’s neck and shoulders. “Shhhh,” she said. “Just relax. You’re really tense.”
“I can’t help it…” Mandy let out a sob. “I don’t want to feel this way but I do.”
“Feel what way, honey?” Brooke asked.
“Feel like I feel better with you touching me than any boy touching me,” Mandy said. “I don’t wanna be gay… it’s a sin that I’ll go to hell for!”
“Really?” Brooke harrumphed in amusement. “Where does it say that?”
“In Leviticus…” Mandy started.
“Ah, okay, then show me where you’re following all of the Laws of Moses including never eating any pork products or shellfish, and where you don’t wear clothes of two fabrics as well as wear something over your head at all times,” Brooke snickered. “Next?”
“Uhm…” Mandy thought about it. “Romans, then, and Corinthians?”
“Yeah, because we should all be following what Paul the Apostle said, right?” Brooke rolled her eyes, “including always being quiet in church and submissive to a husband… provided that we marry at all because if we all had it Paul’s way, we’d all be unmarried and celibate so that we could die childless and revel in the lord.” She smiled when Mandy looked back at her incredulously. “What? I have to defend my sexuality all the time to people of faith. I choose to worship a Christian God of love who’s not going to condemn me for being who he made me to be,” Brooke said. “You should do the same.”
Mandy nodded and laid her head back against Brooke’s chest as she thought about all that had happened and all that they’d talked about up to this point. She was acutely aware of Brooke’s bare arms still holding her as well as the fact that she was leaning back against Brooke’s nude body between her spread legs. Mandy wanted to feel the way she felt when the boys had forced the two of them to make out in the shower yesterday. She was happy that Brooke was patient with her, just sitting there holding her as the water rained down on them.
Eventually, Mandy found herself idly stroking one of Brooke’s arms. Then she was running her hands up and down Brooke’s thighs. Fearful that she might be overstepping her bounds, she looked up and back at Brooke, who gave her an encouraging smile. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” she said softly.
“No…” Mandy replied just as soft. “I… I want to do this. I want to know what it feels like again.” She looked down at Brooke’s arms, took her hands, and guided them down to her breasts. Mandy looked back up at Brooke pleadingly, “Please?”
Brooke smiled and kissed her on the forehead, then slowly began rubbing and kneading Mandy’s soft, supple breasts. Then she lightly brushed her thumbs over Mandy’s rosy nipples, perking them up. Mandy squirmed and wiggled a bit to get comfortable, moaning as the erotic pleasure started tingling in her chest. Mandy rolled her head to the side slightly, face upturned, closing her eyes and parting her lips in open in invitation. At the same time, she opened her legs just slightly. Brooke took the unspoken offer, her lips descending to meet Mandy’s while one hand drifted down to cup the girl’s recently shaven sex.
Mandy let out a whimper as Brooke touched her and kissed her. Her need became greater as she felt the passionate heat rise in her loins. Soon she was rocking her hips forward to meet Brooke’s hand and Brooke saw to her needs by sliding a finger in between Mandy’s labia to touch her clit. Mandy let out another whimpering moan as she was fingered while they made out. Brooke seemed to know just where to touch her as if she knew Mandy’s body better than she knew herself. “AHHHH!” Mandy then cried out when her body suddenly climaxed in the most powerful and beautiful orgasm she’d ever had in her life. When it was all over, she was curled up in a ball, wrapped up in Brooke’s loving embrace. “Oh my God… that was wonderful…” she mewed.
“And we’re just getting started,” Brooke said, kissing her once on the head, one hand still cupping Mandy’s breasts.
“Miss Brooke?” Mandy asked tentatively, looking up at her.
“Please, just Brooke is fine, considering we know each other in the biblical terms now,” she replied playfully, squeezing Mandy’s breast.
“I gotta know; what was so bad that happened to you? You said that Miss Elsa… er… Elsa… made you stronger. What happened?”
Brooke sighed as she leaned back against the shower wall. “I was married once before, just like she was. Only difference is that I was in a domestically violent relationship in which my husband was pimping me out to his friends every poker night once a month. The ‘price’ for my silence was that I was able to pursue my degree with night classes so long as I also worked a day job. It was early on in Elsa’s tenure so that’s how we’d met; during the night classes that she took. I liked her classes and we became friends and then started hanging out a lot. My husband didn’t feel threatened by me and her having our little girl time so we were able to keep seeing each other.”
She closed her eyes and shuddered at the memories she thought long suppressed. “He made the mistake of inviting Elsa over for poker night and she saw first hand what I’d been telling her about. They tried to get her but she was way too fast for them. She nabbed me on the way out the door and we retreated to her house… our house now,” Brooke amended. “She called the cops but they did nothing to stop my husband and his friends from coming over and trying to break down the door. So Elsa then called her friend up who came over and took care of them for us.” Brooke then smiled and chuckled. “Their premature deaths were covered up by chalking up yet another DUI on Dead Man’s Bridge that goes out over the ravine.”
“Oh my God! She had them killed?” Mandy gasped. “How… who… what is this friend of hers?”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to know, and you don’t want to know either,” Brooke said. “It’s easier that way, trust me.” She stood up and helped Mandy to her feet. “Come on, I don’t want to mope around here all day. I have the sudden need to do some shopping and I know just the place we can go.”
“What about Mrs. Riley… er… Elsa?” Mandy asked, eyes drifting in the general direction of the iPad out in the room.
Brooke waved a dismissive hand. “We can catch the replay later. Besides, my honey knows what she’s doing.”
***
CHAPTER 9: The Weekend: Day 2, Part 2.
Elsa was a hypersensitive drooling mess by the time the boys came back for her. She’d lost count the number of times she’d gotten off before they came tromping back into her room. They didn’t even bother taking her out of the bondage contraption as it kept her legs spread far enough apart for them to get between. The hitachi was removed from her pussy to be replaced by their cocks; one right after the other. They fucked her in turn, then would come up to her head and fuck her mouth to get hard again. Her breasts were mauled, her nipples were tweaked, and occasionally her neck was sucked on or her face was slapped. One orgasm blended into the next as she was fucked over and over again throughout the day, the boys’ cum now filling up her womb to the point of it overflowing.
At some point there was a phone call on her cell phone and the boys froze when it went to voice mail over speaker. Jill’s voice came out saying that she was coming over soon to check on her as she hadn’t returned any of Jill’s phone calls. That sent the boys into a panic as they scrambled to free Elsa from her bonds and to clean up their mess before witnesses got there. In their haste, they all forgot about their own smart phones that Elsa had locked away.
Jill arrived fifteen minutes after the boys had left, finding Elsa in a near catatonic state on the floor. “Elsa! Oh my goodness! Are you alright?” she asked as she bent down to help Elsa sit upright.
“Best… afternoon… ever…” Elsa hummed, still half out of it. “I tell ya, honey, if you’ve never had a hitachi on your clit for hours straight… you should try it… this has been the best weekend ever…”
“I’ll have Thomas try it on me sometime,” Jill grunted, getting Elsa to stand up. “But first, we need to get you to the hospital to get checked out and then up to Lexington to be with your wife. Come on…”
*
By the time Brooke and Mandy got back to the hotel room, Brooke had a text from Elsa that Jill had checked her over at the hospital, given her a clean bill of health, and officially referred her to a specialist in Lexington to be tested further. She’d been in town in time for a late dinner in which they could just order room service. Brooke checked the time. It gave her a few hours to play with Mandy with their new toys before Elsa arrived.
They sat on the bed crosslegged as they started taking out their purchases; vibrators, plugs, lingerie, gags, various restraints, double ended dildos, strap-ons, clamps and even some porn videos. All of which was paid for with her new card that she got issued from her central bank office since the boys had stolen her last one.
Mandy was as giddy as a kid in a candy store. She felt so wicked having done just the shopping alone and now she felt even more sinful now that they were going to try it all out. Looking around, she didn’t know where to start. Even so, she stripped out of her shirt and bra, sitting there topless on the bed looking at everything. Already her nipples were perking up, begging to be played with, to the point that Mandy was subconsciously rubbing them as her gaze randomly darted from one toy to the next.
“Here, let’s get you started with this,” Brooke suggested, taking a chainmail necklace out that had two short chains with clamps and one long chain with a clamp on it. She fastened the necklace into place and then ran her hands down the two short chains to clamp Mandy’s nipples. Then she ran the long chain down Mandy’s front, sliding her hand down in to the girl’s pants. “Open these up,” she said. When Mandy did, Brooke was able to reach down far enough to put the last clamp down onto Mandy’s clit.
“Oooooh my Gooooood,” Mandy closed her eyes and hummed. “Mmmmm… that feels good.” She then leaned forward when Brooke tugged on the chains to be wrapped up into a kiss from the older woman. Mandy moaned as their lips lightly intermingled while her nipples and clit were being tugged by the chains and clamps.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” Brooke told her in a husky breath before breaking away to do the same. They shimmied out of their clothing and joined each other back on the bed. Brooke snatched up one of the smaller double ended dildos and directed Mandy to lay down and spread her legs. She then put the dildo up her own pussy, gasping in the process, before gently easing it into Mandy.
“Ahhhhhh!” Mandy gasped as she felt the thing invade her body as Brooke mounted her with the thing as if she were a man.
“Shhhh, relax,” Brooke reassured her as their mounds nestled together while the dildo protruded between them like some angry tentacle. Then she gently rocked her hips forward into Mandy while kissing the side of her face before moving around to her lips again. Their breasts mashed together as their bodies joined.
Mandy was soon whimpering and moaning underneath of Brooke as they made slow, sweet love together. Making love… is that what this is… Mandy wondered as she reveled in the erotic sensations assailing her body. Fuck it… what is it that daddy always says; sin today, repent tomorrow? And with that she relaxed and went with the flow until Brooke fucked her to an earth shattering orgasm.
After recovering, Mandy wanted to repay Brooke back for giving her two mind blowing orgasms already today. So Brooke then lay back on the bed and allowed Mandy to explore and experiment with her body to her heart’s content. Mandy inadvertently teased Brooke for an hour as she tried out vibrators, clamps, and even lube and a butt plug… all the time leaving on her chainmail necklace, chains, and clamps.
“Well,” Elsa’s voice cut in with amusement as she came in the hotel room, causing Mandy to jerk up with fright. Elsa was smiling at her. “Don’t you two look like quite the yummy sight. Mind if I join in?” she asked, starting to strip down.
“Please do, because Mandy has been torturing me here!” Brooke gasped, having been brought to the edge and back many times already.
Elsa, now naked, went over and kissed Brooke passionately before mounting her in the 69 position, whining when her wife’s lips locked over her still sensitive mount. She beckoned Mandy over with a crook of her finger and pointed to a rather large dildo. Taking it from the younger girl, she plunged it into her wife’s pussy before leaning in and lapping at her clit. “Oh God, yes! Right there!” Brooke whined underneath of her in between lapping at Elsa’s pussy. “OhGawd… I’m gonna cum… OH! YEEEEESSS!” she cried out, arching up against Elsa as she orgasmed hard. “Oooohhhhh… mmmmmm… thank you, dear.”
“Anytime,” Elsa smiled at them. “I see you two have been busy,” she said, noting all of the toys and apparel. She picked up a white babydoll and held up to Mandy. “Mmmm… I bet you’d look beautiful in this one,” she mused. “But, it will have to wait for another time, I’m afraid. You two will have to eat and hit the road if you’re going to make it home in time for work.”
“But what about you?” Mandy asked. “You just got here and haven’t had any fun with us yet,” she pouted.
Elsa smiled and stroked the side of her face, then pulled her into a hug and a kiss, their naked bodies pressing against each other. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing, I’ve had plenty of orgasms today from the boys as they filled me up quite nicely,” she said, patting her own belly. “They, quite literally, fucked me raw. But you, you will need to go home or else your family will be worried about you. I can’t have them calling the police just yet. That’ll ruin everything that I’ve been setting up.”
“Oh God…” Mandy blanched. “My dad… he’s gonna kill me… maybe even throw me out of the house.”
“In which case you can live with us,” Brooke said at once. “Right, Elsa?”
“Absolutely,” Elsa nodded with a smile. “Everything will be fine, trust me.”
*
As it turned out, Mandy’s family was rather supportive of the whole thing once she and Brooke explained it all and laid the plan out to them. Her father was ready to kill the boys but relented when he found out how Brooke and Elsa were going to take care of them. “Well, alright,” he said at last once he calmed down. “I’m not happy about it but I guess you ladies have it all under control.”
“Annnnnd…” Mandy said cautiously, “you’re not upset about the other thing… me sleeping with Miss Brooke?”
His head bobbled from side-to-side, “Can’t say that I’m overly happy about that, either, but ya are a grown woman now… even if I don’t want to admit that yer not my little girl anymore,” he admitted.
“Oh daddy, I’ll always be your little girl,” Mandy said, lip quivering as she gave him a big hug.
He smiled and kissed her fondly on the head. “Yeah… you will be… but naw, I ain’t upset about you sleeping with Miss Elsa and Miss Brooke at their house. There’s worse things to consider… like whether or not these fellers got you knocked up or not and what yer plans are for the baby.” He held her at arms length and eyed her.
Mandy took a deep breath. “I’ve decided that whatever happens, happens. I’ll keep the baby if I become pregnant but I will not marry whoever the father is. I refuse to after what they did to me!”
“If that’s your stance on it, then your momma and I will be behind you,” he said, glancing back at Mandy’s mom knowingly, who nodded back at him with a smile and tears in her eyes. He then kissed Mandy on the head. “Now go on to Miss Brooke’s house, you two have yer scheming to do.”
“What about you?” Mandy asked. “They’ll come looking for me.”
Her dad just smiled. “Ah, you just let me handle them. I can bullshit with the best of them.”
***
CHAPTER 10: Letting the line out.
The boys were floored on Monday when they went to class and there were two people conspicuously missing. For starters, they had a substitute lecturer for their history class. The question on their mind, as they sat together in the back of the class was where the hell the Ice Queen was at. Their second question was where was Mandy as she was missing from her usual spot in the front of the classroom. Not having the immediate answer to either question made them uneasy and not being able to even look for answers until after practice was over this afternoon keyed them up.
As a result they trained hard at football practice to let out their anger and frustration at not knowing things. Their hard work must’ve really shown as coach came over and gave them more pointers than usual and commended them on being loose, relaxed, and attentive on the field. “You keep this up and we might actually do well this Saturday,” he said before hastily heading off at the end of the day. The boys beamed with pride and then set off in their hunt to find out what was going on.
They invaded the Riley’s house that night, pounding incessantly on the door until it was answered. The moment Brooke Riley opened the door, they pushed inside to the living room, locking the front door behind them. “Where’s your bitch of a wife at?” Daniel snarled at her. “She wasn’t in class today.”
“She’s taking a leave of absence this week, no thanks to you three assholes,” Brooke shouted at them. “She went to Lexington to get checked out and to take in a spa and a massage after the treatment you gave her yesterday.”
“Leaving you here all by your lonesome self?” Bo sneered at her, looking her up and down.
“Yeah, well, I don’t have much leave accrued to take off for that long,” Brooke retorted indignantly.
“What about your new girlfriend, Mandy?” Mike asked, still bitter that Mandy stopped returning his phone calls and texts. “Where’s she at?”
Brooke shrugged. “Got me, I haven’t seen her since you forced us to fuck you on Saturday.”
“Well then that just sucks for you, then,” Daniel said calmly, pushing against her and reaching for the buttons on her blouse. “You’ll just have to take the three of us all by yourself.”
“I will not!” Brooke protested, slapping at his hands, but then he reached up and ripped her blouse open, sending the buttons flying all over the living room. “Goddamnit! Stop it! Get off of me!” she protested as Daniel stripped her blouse off and then took her bra. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as Bo and Mike joined in on stripping her naked and pinning her to the couch.
“Coach said that we were at our best today; loose and relaxed,” Daniel explained, taking off his shirt and whipping his cock out of his pants to rub against her sex while Bo and Mike held her arms against the back of the couch while each holding one of her knees to spread her wide open for Daniel. “I think that’s because we got out a lot of pent up sexual energy over the weekend. So we’re going to come by here every night after practice to fuck you over and over again to stay loose and relaxed,” he said, shoving his cock up into her.
“What? Are you… oh God no! Not again! NO!” Brooke cried out, thrashing around as she was penetrated. She then fell limp in their arms, twisting her head away and whimpering as Daniel proceeded to fuck her. He didn’t mind. Hell, she didn’t even need to be an active or willing participant. All she had to do was lie there and take it. Daniel reached up and played with her pert breasts and hard nipples as he had his way with her. He came a minute later, blowing his load deep inside of her before stepping back and letting Bo and Mike have her as well. By that time, all the fight had gone out of her.
*
Elsa, in reality, had been waiting in Coach Dave’s private shower for him to be done conducting practice ever since she got back from her doctor’s appointments in Lexington. When she heard him come into his office and lock the door after finishing whatever it was that he did after practices, she started up the shower to get it nice and warm for them both. By the time he stepped in to join her, all smiles, she was on her knees ready to service him. “How were the boys today,” she asked as casually as if they were talking in the teacher’s lounge on the main campus. She reached up to start stroking his cock to life before taking him into her hot mouth.
“Best form I’ve ever seen them in,” Dave admitted, having trouble thinking with Elsa’s lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. “I think them fucking you and your wife finally loosened them up to the point where they can play decently.”
“Well, Brooke will take care of them this week while I’m in here taking care of you,” she whispered in between sucking his hardening cock off. “They’re probably heading to my house now to fuck her again.” Her head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft for a few minutes while he reached down to fondle her tits under the spray of hot water. When she’d got him hard to the point where he was aching to get off, she pulled back. “When are your scout friends getting here?”
“Ungh… dammit woman… I was close!” he protested. When she stood, crossed her arms, and arched an eyebrow at him, he sighed. “The scout from Cincinnati will be here Wednesday. Cleveland on Friday. Baltimore and Detroit next week. Now can you take care of this for me?” he asked, indicating his cock.
Smiling, Elsa turned in place, leaned against the tile wall, and jutted her ass out for him. Dave wasted no time in grabbing her hips and shoving his cock up inside of her tight pussy. “Damn… I don’t know what your secret is, but you’re still tight after all the cocks that have been in you this past week!”
Elsa smiled at him even more, turning her head and reaching back to stroke his cheek to draw him in for a quick, but passionate, kiss. “Lots of lesbian sex and hot, naked yoga,” she whispered huskily to him. Dave let out a deep groan as he drove into her harder, faster, and deeper, blowing his load up into her. He buried his face into her neck and growled as he came long and hard. “Damn… I can’t wait until tomorrow to do that again…” he moaned after his cock finally went limp and slipped out of her.
“I’ll see you here tomorrow, same time, lover-boy,” Elsa told him, plastering her body against his, wrapping her arms and one leg around him while kissing him passionately before stepping out of the shower and heading to her hide-out for the week; Dean Thomas’ house.
*
Brooke crawled upstairs to her bedroom after the boys left when they were done fucking her raw, holding her labia pinched closed in an effort to keep the boys’ seed from dribbling out of her. She went straight for her dresser where she found the sex toy that she’d purchased in Lexington over the weekend; a vaginal and butt plug thong. She wiggled into the thong, penetrating herself with the two plugs and filling her up. “Oh God…” she gasped as her body stretched to accommodate the double penetration. Her hands came up to feel up her own tits that were feeling heavy and sensitive after the quick fucking. She was still horny as the boys hadn’t gotten her off in their haste to do her and leave. Brooke glanced around the room. “You can come out now, they’re gone,” she called out.
Mandy peeked out from underneath of the bed skirt, having rolled under there the moment the boys started pounding on the front door. She held up her iPad. “I got it all on the security cameras,” she proclaimed proudly, “audio and all.”
“Good girl,” Brooke said, walking over to her and giving her a hug and a kiss. “Now, what would you like to do with the rest of our evening?”
“Well…” Mandy looked up at her hopefully. “I was hoping that we could what we did last night in Lexington… if that’s alright?”
“Of course it is, sweetie,” Brooke gushed, framing the younger girl’s face in her hands and kissing her softly on the lips. Then she took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.
*
With the mystery of where Elsa was at for the week solved, and Brooke now in their back pocket, the boys went about trying to find out what happened to Mandy. She was the wild card in this whole mess and if she was going to the police, they might be in trouble. But what do we have to worry about? Daniel wondered irritably during history class the next day as the guest lecturer droned on, It’d be one slut’s word against us three and we have evidence, doctored as it may be, that the sex was consensual. He put the thoughts from his mind as he concentrated in his classes. In between classes, they asked Mandy’s friends and got a whole wide array of answers; she’d gone to visit family, she’d gone to visit friends, she dropped out of school, she was sick, she got an offer to transfer. None of it made sense and no one seemed to know where she was at.
After another great practice in which coach praised their awesome playing, the boys headed back to the Riley’s house where they found Brooke still home by herself. She didn’t even fight it this time as they bent her over the arm of her own couch, pulled down her pants and panties, and took turns banging her from behind before leaving her lying there with their cum deep inside of her belly with just a hint of it seeping out of her slit.
On Wednesday, there was still no Mandy around and no clue as to where she might be. This time they even asked her parents after school. Mandy’s dad just scowled at them and slammed the door in their faces. “Well, that was fucking rude…” Daniel grumbled as they piled into the car and headed back for campus for practice.
Coach ran them ragged but they felt like they had their best practice yet. To celebrate, they headed back to the Riley house where they barged in on Brooke again. Now she wasn’t even trying to keep them out as the door was unlocked and she was laid out in the middle of her soft living room carpet with the furniture pushed out to the sides. “Now this is how the school football heroes should be greeted every time!” Daniel gushed, stripping out of his clothes as he drank in her body clad in a black teddy, black thigh high hose and garters, and black high heels. He was down on the carpet, bringing her legs up aside him, and driving his cock into her as his customary place of being the first fuck. And why shouldn’t he be? He was the one who’d led Bo and Mike to the promised land. While he fucked her, Bo and Mike knelt on either side of her head, making her suck them off while they waited for their turn.
*
Brooke just meekly lay there, taking them one right after the other until they were done, hardly ever making a sound the entire time. “Be a good girl like this every day, and we’ll treat you right,” Daniel smiled evilly at her before giving her a forceful kiss goodbye. “I want you down here and ready for us every time when we’re done with practice, ya hear?”
“Yes, sir,” Brooke mumbled morosely as she looked down at the floor submissively while they left. The door slammed shut and she stood there, waiting, until she heard the car fire up and drive away. “Ugh… glad that’s done…” she grumbled as she headed up the stairs to where Mandy was naked and waiting for her on the bed. Brooke smiled at the sight. “Hello, beautiful,” she said as she crossed to her dresser to get out of her lingerie and to get her plug thong on.
“Hello to you too,” Mandy smiled shyly at her, rolling to her side and putting the iPad down. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I shouldn’t be getting all hot and bothered at watching you get ravished downstairs like this.” Her eyes roved up and down Mandy’s body, “just like I shouldn’t be having these feelings about you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart,” Brooke said, crossing over to her, now naked save for the thong. “You’re just human and you can’t help what turns you on.” She crawled up onto the bed and gently nudged Mandy over onto her back. “Now lay back down and let me take care of you,” Brooke said softly, running her hands up the girl’s inner thighs to part Mandy’s labia with her thumbs as her mouth descended upon her mound.
“Ohhhh gooood…” Mandy croaked as Brooke licked her pussy until she came hard minutes later.
*
The rest of the month went by in a blur for the boys as their class schedule, practices, games, and their extracurricular activity of fucking Brooke Riley senseless every week night demanded their attention. They won the next three games in a row, putting them into good standing for their conference within Division II football. There was even talk of NFL scouts being interested in them for the draft for the first time ever and that made them play even harder. After every good practice and win, they’d go back to Brooke and fuck her senseless to celebrate, soon forgetting about Mandy and her conspicuous absence.
Elsa came back to teach but paid them no mind in her class. She was still cold and aloof and, to their surprise, either didn’t know or just didn’t say anything to them coming by and fucking her wife every night. Elsa would just glare at them, open the door, and let them into the living room where Brooke was laying on the floor waiting for them to take her. The boys were all confused about this turn of events but certainly didn’t fight it. Instead, she just retreated upstairs to the master bedroom where she closed and locked the door.
One day, at the end of the month, Bo made the mistake of pushing their luck. He followed Elsa up and pounded on the door, demanding to be let in so that he could fuck her as well. Elsa greeted him with a .9mm. She aimed it right at the surprised student as she calmly pulled back the hammer. “Alright boys, the party ends here,” she said in a cold, calculating voice. “Get your asses into the living room and sit down. Brooke! Get the door. They’re not leaving. Mandy!” she called over her shoulder into the master bedroom. “It’s time!”
***
CHAPTER 11: The trap is sprung.
Elsa gave Daniel, Bo, and Mike a cruel smile as she paced in front of the nervous lads in her living room. “This is a one time offer, offer void once I leave the room should you not accept it,” she told them in a sickeningly sweet voice that made them even more uneasy. “So, here’s the deal. We’ve arranged for you three to be drafted by the NFL come Draft Day. You’ll have that nice, big, cushy multimillion dollar contract that you’ve always dreamed of having to get out of Podunk little Hazzard. However, one or two of you are the fathers of these two ladies behind me,” she said, indicating Brooke and Mandy behind her. “They’ve both tested positive for pregnancy. Congratulations. I, however, missed that opportunity and went to Lexington to find out why. According to the doctor, my prior trauma was aggravated by your assault so that I’m unable to conceive,” she explained. “Thank you, you fucking little shitheads. Now, for the deal; you three will go on to be big NFL stars and you’ll pay us, hm, shall we say, a fourth of your salaries to us each year as damage restitution and child support. Do that, and your crimes will never come to light.”
“There’s no proof,” Daniel immediately challenged. “We deleted it all, remember.”
“Ah, well we have the babies, for starters, that we’ll be able to do a paternity test as soon as they’re born,” Elsa said. Then she wagged a finger at them to shut up any points that might be brought up. “Ah, ah, ah, we’re all good Christian folk here who are Pro-life, so the babies will be born. Am I clear? Good.” She smiled at them, all the while keeping the pistol pointed at them. “Now as for evidence, we have your semen, combined with our vaginal fluids, safely locked away in a cryo bank in Lexington. Then we have the video evidence that we took ever since that second night that you accosted me in my own office.”
“Oh shit…” Mike was paling visibly on the couch. “We going to jail…”
Elsa was shaking her head and tsking at him since he wasn’t getting it. “No, you’re only going to jail only if you decide that you aren’t going to play ball our way,” she corrected him.
“We could refute it,” Daniel said cautiously. “With victim blaming being what it is today, people would question your motives as to why you waited until we were in the NFL to report it.”
“Ah,” Elsa lifted a finger at that point, “that would be true if there wasn’t already a report on file for you. You see, the night you raped me in my office, I reported it to the Dean and your coach, both of who has it in their records. Furthermore, I have my doctor’s statement that shows that I had been raped with lots of nice pictures of my battered and bruised body along with the samples he took from just me alone. Combine that with my girls here being pregnant with your children, the video and audio evidence, and all of the DNA evidence, that’s enough to not only destroy a career but put you behind bars for a very long time. Buuuut…” she made a dramatic sigh, “we won’t get any child support out of you if you’re in jail.” She gave them her cold, cruel smile again. “Just remember; there’s no statute of limitations for a felony here in Kentucky but then again with the people that I know, you three would be found dead from an apparent suicide pact long before it ever went to trial.”
Elsa stood up, strode across the living room to them, and leaned in to Daniel, caressing him with the barrel of her .9mm. “Think about this and use the brains that i know you three have. You’re bright boys, otherwise I wouldn’t have pushed you in my class all these years,” she whispered to them. “You have a lot to benefit from this deal; fame, fortune, women of your own. All it’s going to cost you is a quarter of your yearly NFL salary. At the average of two million dollars a contract, is five hundred thousand really that much of a price to pay to live the high life and never hear from the three of us ever again?”
“What assurances do we have that you won’t come after us just for the hell of it?” Daniel asked.
“Screw that!” Bo snorted. “I’m more worried what she’s gonna do to us if we don’t get drafted this spring!”
“What’s the saying that you like to use?” Elsa asked him coyly. “Sucks to be you?” She smiled at his unease at that.
“I guess we’re not getting laid anymore,” Mike was mumbling to the side.
“Yeah, that’s what was keeping us going,” Daniel pointed out.
“Fine,” Elsa rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’ll make a deal with you; for the rest of the season, if you do well and win your games, Brooke and I will fuck the three of you. Not Mandy, though, since she hates your guts now.”
“And the assurances that you won’t come for us later?” Daniel pressed.
Elsa’s mouth quirked. “You don’t know me… personally, that is,” she said. “Oh I know all the rumors that are flying around about me but you don’t know what the real story is.”
“Something about you quitting your job up north after your husband died… or was murdered… or something like that,” Daniel shrugged. “So what?”
“My husband was killed by a fringe squad of the Mob after I was gangraped and tortured by them in a case of mistaken identity. They paid me off to keep quiet and they like keeping me happy because they don’t need media attention, which is why they paid for this house and got me a job in a nice, quiet, safe little town. I even got a nice little gift basket from them when Brooke and I got married down here. But now that you three idiots have shattered that safety netting for me, all it would take is a quick phone call from me and you three will be disappearing along with Jimmy Hoffa… never to be found again.” She stepped back and aimed her pistol right at Daniel’s forehead. “Of course, this being one of the most red states on the political map, I could just put one in each of your heads and cry home invasion. With all of the evidence mounted against you, no jury in the world would convict. So I strongly suggest that you take us up on our offer or I swear to God that I’ll make you suffer in ways that you never even dreamed possible. I’ll make sure that my friends back in New York torture you for so long that you’ll think that it’s a career. So what do you say? You boys going to be nice, get good grades, and work your asses off on the field to live the good life or what?
*
That Saturday, Daniel, Bo, and Mike trudged off of the field after an intense game against Northern Kentucky, in which Hazzard barely won in overtime. The coaches praised them for a hard fought battle, commended them all on their good work, and then Coach Dave took the three of them back to the team conference room to talk to them some more. “You three did well. I was told to pass on praise from the Baltimore Ravens and the New York Jets talent scouts to you. They’ll be looking for you at the combine in Indianapolis this spring,” He told them after reviewing each of their performances individually. Then he took out three envelopes with their names on them. “Here are your invitations to the combine. Also, there’s a couple of Agents out of New York that want all three of you as clients, here’s their information as well,” he said, handing them more envelopes. We’ll talk more at the end of the season to arrange for you to meet the Agents and travel up to the combine come February.” He gave them a knowing smile. “It looks like you three are headed for the big time. Stay here as long as you want to process this information. Just don’t fuck up this opportunity since it’ll mean money and prestige for our athletic program should you three be drafted,” he said, now giving them each a pointed look. Then he stood and left for his office.
They looked at the envelopes in shock for a long time. It was happening… this was really happening. The Ice Queen giveth as she was already holding up to her word after they’d begrudgingly accepted her offer yesterday. They hated not being in control of the situation but they could hardly argue with the immediate results. “Makes me wonder if she’ll hold up the other part of her bargain,” Bo let out a hollow laugh as he got up and headed back for the locker room. The place was deserted when they got back. Daniel glanced at the clock on the wall. It’d been nearly two hours now since the game had ended. Of course everyone else would be gone by now. Since they had the rest of the day off after a game they usually showered and hit the road as soon as possible. The boys stripped out of the rest of their gear and made their way to the showers with their towels over their shoulders.
When they got to the showers, they all stopped at the entryway and stared. Standing in the open shower area, in all of her naked glory, with the hot water already going, was Elsa herself. She had a sly smile on her lips and was beckoning them forward with a seductive ‘come hither’ crook of her finger. Gaping like total idiots, they slowly walked forward as if in a trance, scarcely believing that she was actually here in the locker room showers for them. “I told you that I would uphold my end of the deal and I’m glad to see you three working hard out there on the field,” she told them, reaching out to either side to idly stroke Mike and Bo’s cocks… not that they needed much coaxing since seeing her naked was enough for them. She sank down to her knees, first giving Mike a quick blow, then Bo. Then she looked up at Daniel as she reached out to first take Mike and Bo’s hands to place them over her breasts before reaching out to guide Daniel forward a bit so she could stroke him. “Think of this as things to come for the rest of your football season. You have seven weeks of games left and you can come back to this when you win,” she told them before taking Daniel’s cock into her mouth to suck while she went back to stroking the other two.
Then she directed Daniel to lay down on the floor where she immediately climbed onto his lap and lowered herself down onto his hardness. She then gave Bo a pointed look and pointed to her bottom. “No sense in Brooke being the only one that you all triple teamed,” she told him. He got the idea as he spat into his hand, lubed up his cock, and eased himself up into her ass. She then gestured for Mike to stand near her where she took to sucking him off again. “You see,” she told them in between blows, “there is much I can teach you both in the classroom and out if you only let me. I’ll give you the world so long as you do what I say and uphold your end of the bargain and pay me my proper restitution.”
“Mmmm… Yes, ma’am,” Mike readily agreed, humming in pleasure as Elsa gave him the mother of all blowjobs.
“No problem…” Bo grunted as he fucked her ass, reaching around her to grope her tits.
“Alright,” Daniel groaned beneath her as her hips gyrated on his while Bo controlled the thrusting from behind her. “I’m convinced… I’m with you full now, ma’am.”
“Glad to hear it,” she said as she then fucked them all to orgasm. When they were spent, she then dutifully cleaned them each off in turn, giving them the full treatment and taking extra special care to wash their genitals off to get them going again. Then, when they were hard, she rotated them around, fucking them to orgasm while riding Bo, sucking off Daniel, and taking Mike up her ass. Another round of washing, rinsing, and making out with them until they were ready and she went at it again; riding Mike, sucking Bo, and having Daniel up her butt. She finally orgasmed herself during the last round when all three of their cocks were pumping their seed into her all at the same time.
“See you boys next week… if you win,” Elsa said coyly after getting cleaned up one last time.
“I thought that Brooke was going to be here as well?” Mike asked.
“She had other commitments,” Elsa said. “Some days I’ll be here and other days she’ll be here. Just make sure you three are the last ones in here for us to come out and do you. We don’t want to be making the other boys jealous, do we?” She winked at them and left.
“Wow…” Daniel breathed. “What a woman…” he said, astonished at the lengths she was going through to fully entrap them. It had started off with him doing the blackmail but now he had to bow to the master… or mistress as the case may be.
*
While Elsa was busy with the boys, Brooke was hiding out in Coach Dave’s shower. “HOLY SHIT!” he cried out, jumping back, when he saw the naked redhead already in there waiting for him. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” he added, clutching his chest.
“I’m sorry,” she said, smiling at him as she stepped out and reached for his crotch, running her hand under him and groping his groin through the black denim. “I’m Brooke. Elsa’s busy with the boys out in the showers and sent me in here to take care of you as part of the agreement since you not only won but also secured the boys’ invites to the NFL Combine.”
“I swear that woman has better contacts than the CIA,” Dave muttered. “But I ain’t complaining on account of you two offering yourselves to me here when we win and keeping me so keyed up that I go home and screw the misses silly.”
“Glad we can be a boon to your sex life and your marriage then,” Brooke said, her hands now working to remove his polo shirt. She got it off of him and then pressed her naked torso to his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I guess it’s the same deal with you then?” Dave asked, fumbling with his jeans amid kisses. “I get you knocked up y’all won’t come after me for child support?”