Let’s bring the A-Game

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Chapter 39

“Yes Dad, it’s really important… Yes I know, but I’m happy when I wear that… My room should reflect that… Please Dad. I know it sounds strange, but I’ve been so happy lately. And besides, Finn thinks so too… Really? Thanks Dad! You're the best! Yes... Yes... I promise...”

Ryan and I watch our best friend as she softens up her father on the phone to give her money for things he’s never heard of and I also have to admit that I have a queasy feeling at the thought of leaving Lisa to act alone on her new... path in life.

Her outfit isn’t quite as exposing as the last photo she sent me, but her behavior is becoming more and more revealing and happier. I don't have a problem with one of them, but unlike Lisa, who I suspect doesn't even know how she comes across to others, Ryan and I see the disparaging looks of some girls and the looks... OK, I would look at Lisa like that too if I wasn't such a nice guy.

"I don't know, but it seems somehow out of character for her behavior," Sofia murmurs and scratches her head while Lisa is talking to her father. Ryan, who is standing next to her but somehow seems to hesitate, nods.

"I'll take care of it," I say and move towards Lisa, who is just ending the conversation.

"I won't do it alone, I promise... If he says yes then... Oh, here he comes. Bye Dad!" Lisa hangs up, turns to me and hugs me deeply and for a long time, much longer than before and I remember my sister's words.

If she really loves me, then I have to be particularly thorough.

Then I want to ask her what the conversation was about, but Lisa gets there first.

“You have to do me a favor,” she says, bouncing excitedly on her feet. It’s hard to say anything against her gentle disposition and radiant charisma. “Dad allowed me to redesign my room and buy myself more clothes.” Lisa grew up very sheltered and I can only imagine what it must be like for poor Mr. Moreau to see his little girl like that. “Can we do this together, please? I trust you and really want to hear your opinion.” She pivits on her heels, hands behind her back, head lovered and so, so... so cute.

“Well of course,” I answer and she almost knocks me off my feet. “Anything to support you on your way,” I tell her, laughing, while my words are almost drowned out by her 'thank you'.

But before I can have a good time with Lisa, there’s still work to do.

“Very good girls! Keep it up!” My loud clapping echoes through the gym as I cheer on the two teams who pass the ball over the net. "And you guys over there are doing well too!" I call out to the third team a little further away, who are playing at the second net. At the moment I'm mainly looking after teams C and D, the "bad" players, who are, however, continuing to flourish under my leadership. But team B has also confirmed to the club that they are comfortable, safe and, above all, valued under my leadership. I think there are two paths for someone like me, who has been ignored all his life and at the bottom of the social ladder. I could be a monster who wants **** on the world and with the MCD I have the chance. But with my family, I have always chosen the good path and so it seems that teams B, C and D are getting to know Finn, a former ball boy who enjoys treating other people well.

But team A is a different matter.

Lynn Huoa, Sonya Mackintosh, Rania Naziri and Candice Barber all stare furiously and stone-faced as they, the A-Team (more sexy and less smart than the ones with the catchy theme music), try to put on a brave facade.

I had expected that, now that I am the official coach of the club with the players' blessing, they would do something about it. But the four girls are surprisingly calm, not only in their actions but also verbally, while I ignore them. The other girls on the team appreciate that I care about them, but my four targets can't decide whether to be angry at the level of ignoring them or happy that I've turned my back on them. It's a difficult decision for the girls.

A decision made even harder by each of them being distracted in the same but yet slightly different way.

Candice and Lynn are both at Orgasm Control 95, practically able to masturbate and almost climax, but in lack of the little something that will drive them over the edge. No idea if or how many times they've tried, maybe a few ruined orgasms as well, but the haunted look Lynn has on her face is probably just as bad as the pain Candice is in, as much as she's grinding her teeth.

Both girls have been haunted for the past few days by my special mix of highly erotic and explicitly kinky dreams that run on a continuous loop every sleeping minute of their day, each dream individually burned into their minds like white phosphorus. I've really brought my A-game and even taken some risks with it, but when Lynn misses an easy-to-catch ball, I know I've got her hooked. Her haunted face shows that she fears I've seen her lose.

It's a 80-20 mix of dreams in which she wins and loses. I've thought about it for a long time, but to motivate her she has to see what it looks like when she wins. Me on my knees, pleading, tears in my eyes, a red handprint on my cheek, shouting that she's better than me. My face between her trained legs, my tongue deep in her sweaty opening. Absolutely humiliating, even when I designed the dreams.

A few times I've allowed myself to win against her in her head and that's where the panic in her eyes comes from. If she wins she can humiliate me and she'll come. In her dreams at least, which can only make her more excited. But if I win... Her look on my side profile says it all. If she wins against me she might finally come, she dreams about it all the time and dreams are hidden wishes after all and no matter what she thinks about losing or winning, one thing remains constant. She keeps coming to me and keeps challenging me.

Candice, on the other hand, does not dream of winning and as the leader of the bitches, she is the one who is already feeling my wrath. In keeping with her path, her nightly **** consists of dreaming over and over again of sexual pain and humiliation. People, friends and acquaintances who laugh at her. Sex with a handsome, muscular athlete or singer who is disappointed with her body and her ability, her parents who say she is a disappointment. And then she dreams of punishing herself. However, she only has beautiful dreams about me, something that I cannot approve of but must do in order to lead her to me. I am the only one whose humiliation and disappointment really affects Candice, even more than her loved ones can. Because I let her come and, like with Lynn, it works in dreams, but reality is not the same and so Candice sees me as a disgusting, humiliating way out of her dilemma and Lynn fights the urge to compete against me, maybe to win, but maybe also to lose.

Then there is Sonya. With Orgasm Control 40 she has a harder time getting in the mood at all but the number has nothing to do with the fact that she didn't send a dangerously sexy selfie. My problem with her is different and her dreams reflect that too.

Night after night Sonya Mackintosh is haunted by nightmares in which terrible things happen. All around her Sonya tries to bring order to chaos but nobody listens to her, nobody follows her orders, nobody pays attention to the examples she sets. She tries so hard but everything falls apart. Eventually she wants to give up but that only makes things worse and so she tries to save her friends, family and loved ones from themselves. In vain.

And then I come. I know it's a cliché, but in her dreams, I fit too well as a savior in need who can do what she can't. Then I take her by the hand, hold her tight in all the chaos and give her clear, simple and always executable orders. And Sonya obeys. And everything turns out well. And I allow her to come. I left the dreams vague on purpose and they probably vary from night to night, but Sonya looks extremely unsure today, just standing on the field and trying to play the ball, but then looking at me every time. The people standing around see it too, but interpret it as caution, after all everyone knows that the girls tried something and failed.

And then there is Rania. Sweet little Rania, for whom I had so much hope and whom I would have loved to see naked, just not in the way she did to me. No orgasm control for her. But a volleyball and very special sweet, sweet dreams.

Unfortunately not the volleyball that Rania's group plays with, but the one that is played on the neighboring field. I myself have no idea which ball is my 'most valuable possession', but Rania knows that and the desperation in her eyes when I ripped the ball out of her hands at the beginning of training, just seconds after she found it for me, haunts me almost as much as the looks she gives me now.

Her obsession with the ball, the desire to steal it, has grown in her every day and today I will reap what I have sown and there is only one thing that, I hope, takes up more space in her head than the desire to get the ball, this stupid ball.

We'll see at the end of training.

The sound of my whistle makes the four bitches flinch.

"Good job girls. I'm proud of you." Some of the girls even high-five and smile at me, a gesture I gladly return. Then I point to the four girls who are of interest to me. "You four. You clean up the hall."

"That's your responsibility, ball boy," snorts Candice and Lynn flips me the bird. But I stay firm.

"Either you help me clean up the hall, or we'll have four new ball girls starting tomorrow," I threaten.

"You don't dare," Sonya protests, but I grin evilly.

"What? Do you think that after everything you've done, I can't do without you? Have you seen how B, C and D played today when everything wasn't always about you?"

"Fuck you, you perverted voyeur," Candice continues to attack and my hands clench into fists. "We're still better than those losers." Lynn raises her head as she expects a competition with me that she can join in.

"But I don't care," I counter, making Lynn flinch. "I'm the coach and I decide who stays on the team or not." I then look at Lynn. "And I bet there are enough votes on the other teams to kick you out." Lynn gasps and almost speaks, but knows all too well that she would lose this bet. I almost got her. Just a little more and my plan can begin. They are too heated up to think clearly. So I carry on and if I had an apple, I would look like a classic villain. "Well, I don't care what you do now, but if I don't see you four working for me in the next thirty seconds, then that's it for sport and no amount of money in the world will save you from having to explain to your parents why you were kicked out of this club." A weak threat, but prestige seems to me to be the best way to spur them on, especially in front of their parents. And it works.

"I'll clear the balls away," says Rania, condemning her new friends to a life at my feet.

"Fuck you" Lynn swears a few minutes later.

"That's a lame attack," I yawn, playing with the volleyball that Rania has been watching the whole time. "Almost as lame as the attempt to finish me off. Who thought that up? I hope it wasn't you."

"So that's what it's about?" Lynn asks angrily, venom in her voice. "You want me to betray my friends? You really are such a loser." I shrug.

"I don't want you to betray your friends." Then I stand in front of her, the slim, tall girl who is carrying the net under her arm. "I want you to apologize to me for your behavior."

"Fuck y... You're such a pathetic worm. Haven't you already gotten something for your trouble?" I pick up the MCD and show Lynn the picture she sent me.

"This? This is worthless. Your Breasts are way too small, the angle is pathetic and you should be looking into the camera. Amateur mistake." Lynn stares at her nude photo, then at me, speechless. Yes, I still have the photo. What did you expect? But I can't tell her that I think she's hot. Even I am not that stupid. "No. What I want from you is an apology." Then I point to the others and put the MCD back in my pocket. "Maybe you're just too stupid to realize that you should apologize. I bet I'll get an apology from one of the others today."

"I'll take the bet!" That went quicker than I expected. I'm in good shape today. Then I look at Lynn. "None of us will yield and give you the satisfaction you fucking pervert."

"A bet," I ask with feigned surprise. "Okay. What do I get if I win?"

"If I win, you delete the photo of me... and my friends!" She thought of that a little late.

"I didn't think that was so important to you," I say. Come on, Lynn. Show me something more. Remember your dreams. And my patience pays off. When I don't say anything, Lynn presses her beautiful lips together. "And then..." She grins evilly. "And then you let us take a photo of you, just like ours."

"Naked and with small breasts?" I laugh dirty.

"Go for it, you son of a whore." I fold my arms. Can I use that to my advantage if I lose? I think so.

"And if I win?"

"You keep our photos."

"Not enough," I say quickly. "I already have them. No winnings."

"Then..." I can clearly see how she has to fight against herself. She knows about the risk, but believes in her friends. "Then we'll make new ones for you."

"No."

"What?! You asshole! We're the best thing your pathetic eyes will ever see in your miserable little life!"

"I repeat myself. Breasts too small." Lynn is about to explode but she's ****. She really wants to make one of those damn bets with me and I still think I'm a nice guy. So I help her. "But maybe you have other... qualities that could help me?"

"Candice!" The girl turns to me as she tries to stow a pole of the net. She stares at me in hopes of my spontaneous combustion. Finn Lynchwood, screaming and whimpering on the ground, she would certainly like that. And in the privacy of the garage where we keep all the equipment, no one would hear me scream. All the players are already home except for the five of us and Candice and I are alone in the darkened, secluded area.

Before she can say anything, I make my move, step up to her and press my hand over her mouth. She instinctively defends herself, hits me and I have to give her credit for being well prepared. A pretty girl in this world... I'm afraid for my balls. But first she wants to bite my hand and I only have a few seconds to make my move. My hand rises quickly, then finds her breast under the tight sport's top and squeezes while I press her body against the soft surface of a thick gym mat placed against the wall.

Poor Candice hasn't even fully realized that she's being attacked, now the pain shoots through her body, triggered by my hand on her small breast with the - I saw it in the photo - cute nipples. There is the pain that travels from her chest through her body and into her brain. It settles there and suppresses the thought of being in danger. Everything is preparing to switch to survival mode, fight or flight.

But then I feel warm, wet breath on my hand as Candice Barber, volleyball bitch and depraved enough to send nude photos of herself, moans hard and long into my hand. Her eyes go wide, almost falling out of her beautiful face as the pain mixes with a huge portion of pleasure that shoots through her body like an unstoppable wave of ecstasy. I pull my hand back from her breast but Candice doesn't react. Her legs go weak and her body presses against the gym mat as it seems that only my hand on her mouth is keeping her upright. Then my free hand moves to her other breast.

"Pfffeeeeefff..." she begs with wet, wide-open eyes. Eyes that roll into her skull as my hand grips her other breast hard. "Uuuurrrrrghhh..."

Candice Barber. +4 (PS -81)

I feel the soft flesh under my fingers. Shit, female breasts are the best invention after ice cream. I want them.

My body presses Candice so far into the mat that our noses briefly touch while I knead her tit like playdough. Her body vibrates hard and her eyes hardly seem human anymore as the combination of Sweet Dreams, Orgasm Control and the Painslut Perk takes brutal effect. Lust races through her body, increasing like a forest fire that can no longer be stopped, but finds no outlet and settles in all her erogenous zones. Her nipples stick out between my fingers and are clearly visible under her spandex training outfit. Her legs give way more and more and her weak body, almost exploding with lust, pulls us down a little. I let go of her other tit and she tries to shake her head, her panicked, animalistic eyes trying to focus on me. I don't know if it's a request to stop or to continue, but she has nothing more to say anyway. This is my move, my game.

"Oooommmmpffff..." I pull her beautiful face back up to my level as I reach hard between her legs and squeeze. Not as hard as I did with her tits, I'm still holding back that far, but hard enough to make her legs tense so we're standing upright again. I feel hot wetness on my hand. Candice is so wet that I can feel it through the nylon of her pants and the more pressure builds up on my hand, the more I feel her will, her need to come. I bring my face very close to hers but she can't look at me, she's so confused by the lust that has been building up inside her for days and has only increased. And now I'm doing exactly what her path demands of her and what her perk denies her.

"That's how it looks, Candice," I whisper to her, knowing that we probably don't have much time before someone discovers us. I'm counting on Sonya, who I gave the task of being here at a certain time. But I can work with any of the girls. Because... "I won this game. You lost." Her hot breath flows between my fingers. "Nobody will believe that the second coach is stupid enough to attack you after such a short time." Her eyes are still wandering around the room, occasionally turning to the sky while her body rubs against mine. My plan is working too well. So I press a little tighter around her crotch. Her scream is muffled by my hand, but now I have her attention. "I'm going to let you go now, Candice. And you're going to do one of two things. Either you're going to scream and try to escape. That's okay with me, honestly." I shrug my shoulders and don't need an apple to seem really evil and devious. "Then you will never again feel what is melting your stupid, little, ugly head right now." To reinforce my words, I start moving my fingers and massaging her cunt troug her shorts. "What only I can give you. The pain you deserve. And the release..." I wait, not moving, and wait until Candice looks at me pleadingly. "The release I can give you if you do thing number two." Her eyes look at me questioningly while she pants as if she had just run a marathon. "Oh, you won't know what I want from you. Self-determination is a privilege you have forfeited." Then I massage her crotch again, only to grab her tightly again like a perverted puppeteer. I feel a drop of moisture on my hand. Candice sweeps through her outfit. "What is it supposed to be?"

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

Of course she decided to scream. Anyone in her situation would do that. It's only logical and healthy.

But Candice is not healthy.

And the scream didn't come from her.

Because she can't scream.

Because Candice Barber is kneeling at my feet, sucking my dick.

She is balancing on her feet, her legs spread, her hands on my half-pulled-down sports pants and underwear, her mouth around my cock, she is staring at me. Her eyes are closed, really tight, and she is trying hard to ignore the screams while her cheeks are drawn in and she feels my hand on her head.

Meanwhile, I am glad that I can rely on the MCD, which I didn't really doubt. Not only did Candice not anticipate my playing move, she also eagerly accepted my generous offer to the sorry loser. So I can be happy that the MCD delivered Sonya Mackintosh to me right on time, down to the second.

"What's that? Finn, you fucking... Let her go!" Sonya is standing in the entrance to the garage and shouting at me, completely uncharacteristic of the cold and analytical player. I ignore her and wait for... "That enough! I call 911!” She turns and storms out of the garage while Candice desperately continues to blow me.

“Don’t move!”

Sonya Mackintosh +8 (PS -81)

But Sonya doesn’t get far. She stops dead in her tracks, mid-movement, so abruptly that her hair falls into her face. Now she looks like she’s in a cartoon, the movement only hinted at.

Robot you fuckers.

“Stand there,” I command and Sonya automatically turns to me to see where I’m pointing. Then she starts moving and Candice stops her dirty duty as her friend stands next to her and looks at me. Her face shows sheer horror and all-consuming confusion.

“Task complete. ‘Stand there.’ Wait for further instructions,” Sonya says, widening her eyes.

Sonya Mackintosh. +6 (PS -75)

"Don't move."

"Task understood. 'Don't move.' Execute."

"Unbelievable," I mutter, then look at Candice , reach out and slap my hand on the back of her head, so hard that she voluntarily impales herself on my cock. "And you keep going, otherwise you won't get your reward." And Candice keeps sucking my cock.

Candice Barber. +2 (PS -79)

"Sonya what..." And that's Lynn and Rania running over to see what the ruckus means. "Oh my God!" gasps Rania and puts her hands over her mouth when she sees the other two girls. Sonya still doesn't know what's happening and looks to her friends for help while Candice is slowly realizing the power I have over her and squeezes her eyes shut again while her tongue slides over the underside of my cock in her mouth.

"Exactly the two bitches I was looking for," I laugh evilly and pump into Candice's mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Lynn snaps at me. "I knew it! I said it and you would do it! You perverted pig! I'm going to..."

"Sonya! Grab this bitch!"

"Task understood. 'Grab this bitch.' Execute."

Neither Sonya nor Lynn understand what is happening as the smaller girl rushes forward, grabs Lynn and holds her hands behind her back. Lynn is too shocked by her friend's betrayal while Sonya is now really scared.

"Finn, what's going on?" she asks me.

"Sht up!"

"Task understood. 'Shut up.' Execute." And with that, she presses her lips together while she strains Lynn in her grip. Then I turn to Rania.

"And you, stealing cunt. If you want your fucking volleyball, you stay here and do exactly what I say." Rania's mouth drops open. "And you!" I turn to Lynn. "I think we had an agreement." Lynn squirms in the grip of Sonya, who normally wouldn't be strong enough, but here she really gives it her all and exceeds her own limits to carry out my orders.

My fingers grab the hair on the head of my cock and pull Candice back roughly. She moans and one of her hands immediately shoots between her thighs, in vain. Then I give her a hard slap in the face.

"Ah!"

Candice barber. +2 (PS -77)

"Say it, Candice," I demand, looking down at her, a line of saliva on her chin slowly dripping onto her shirt. She fights me with a murderous look, really trying... "Say it and I'll save you from your dilemma." And Candice loses. She hangs her head one last time so that the tip of my cock leaves a small, wet spot on her forehead, then she raises her head.

"I'm very sorry, Finn, for trying to ruin your life just so I could have something to laugh about."

Even Sonya stares at Candice in disbelief and Rania no longer understands the world. Lynn, on the other hand, becomes weak in her friend's grip.

That's right bitch. You owe me now.

"And?" I ask Candice, who presses her mouth shut like a child refusing to breathe. "Say the whole thing or our agreement is off.

"I'm a stupid pain addict and I deserve to be abused by you." Then she looks up at me and says the last part of the text, but seems like she would say it either way. "Please Finn let me come." She clasps her hand in front of her and looks up at me with pleading eyes. "Please fuck my throat and let me come!"

Game over bitches.

Message from the author:

I think I've found a good length for my chapters with around 4000 words. So I'm setting myself a goal of 3000 to 5000 words so that I don't feel like I could have split the chapter. This time I had to cut out the sex, but I can take time for the four bitches in the next chapter.

I'm still thinking about whether I should let Finn have sex with them right away. It would work, the MCD and their paths would allow it, but it doesn't feel quite right yet, I think. What do you think?

And we'll have a poll on what happens next. This time four choices that I'll (try to) base the order of the next chapters on. What do you want to see next after Finn releases the bitches after training?

Should we stay with them, a POV chapter? Finn will give each of them a task that they have to complete in order to get what they want most from him. Or should we go to the date with Bella? Eat something in the mall and then... we'll see. I don't know yet how adventurous Bella is but at least a kiss on the doorstep after the first date. But at the end of her chapter, there will be a tiny little surprise. (Don't expect too much, but there is still a character missing in the character chapter.) Or should Finn help Lisa buy her things? Keyword Pink. (God, there are so many pictures of Alice Delish, but all as an E-Girl and I want to speed it up a little with her transformation). So then the two of them will be alone in her room. Or, last one, we activate the last characters in the class. I would try to let Ryan gain a few points, but aren't sure at the moment. Mainly focus on the girls in this one.

And last but not least important: Candice.

I'm still looking for a way to turn the intensity of the punishment into a poll that is divided into light, medium and heavy, but I don't know how yet. Maybe I'll approach it completely differently and create a poll with things we can do to Candice. In any case, I'll first work on a chapter that deals with her humiliation and sexual domination to see how far I want to go with her. Then there will be a poll.

But don't worry. Finn won't become a drunken wife beater, but will remain the nice guy we got to know. I just want to assure you that I will respect your input and your boundaries here too.

https://strawpoll.com/e2naXLkqvyB