Captian exerts her privlige

As the girls begin to discuss what each of them has in store for you, you manage to turn over and get to your hands and knees and crawl over to the shredded remains of your cloths. You could care less about most of it, but your purple swim suit had been your favorite. You had worn it for every practice since your senior year of high school and had considered it your good luck charm, and now it’s shredded condition seems to be a symbol of how these girls have debased you and torn away your old identity.

You’ve just picked up one of the straps and are running it through your fingers when you feel a hand grab you by the hair. “Aww what’s wrong Coach Whore?” Erin asks as she kneels behind you pressing her ample chest into your back. “Did the mean swim team girls destroy your favorite widdle suit?” she teases you as she takes the strap from your hand and drags it up your body flicking it on each of your nipples. “Well don’t worry I’m sure we’ll find you something more fitting to wear in your new role as the team ****/whore”.

A strangled sob escapes you as Erin’s words make your pussy twitch imagining what these girls have in store for you. “Oh don’t worry”, Erin coos in your ear as she points for Debbie to grab something amid the wreckage. “We’ll keep all the pieces nice and close. This way you can see it every once in a while and remember how far you’ve fallen. How you were once a champion and leader, and now your just a whore. Why we’ll even let you keep a few pieces tonight while we play”.

As she says this Debbie comes over and kneels in front of you holding the gusset of your old suit with a devilish smile on her face. “I can’t wait to taste the real thing”, she says as she sniffs the piece of your suit as she looks at you, her eyes burning with desire.

“You’ll wait your turn towel girl”, Erin says firmly as she tugs at your hair possessively. “Or would you like to spend your last year here back in the laundry room for any of the teams to play with?”

Debbie glares at the blond captain for a second before lowering her eyes in submission and sighing, “No mama, just happy to be a part of the team” she answers sulkily.

“Aww don’t pout Deb’s”, Erin sooths, “you know I wouldn’t do that unless you made me.” Reaching past you Erin cups Debbie’s chin and makes her look up, “You’ve just got to be patient and put the team first lill’ one.”

Debbie giggles as she nuzzles into the blonds hand. “Sorry”, she says looking at her adoringly before turning her attention back to you. “Open wide”, she instructs as she presses the torn gusset against your lips. When you initinally resist she frowns for a moment. Then she grins devilishly as she pinches your nipple making you gasp. As your mouth opens she stuffs the remnant of your suit in your mouth and quickly leans in kissing you around the impromptu gag. She lets the kiss linger as her hands slide up to cup your cheeks. Surprisingly you find yourself drawn into the kiss and wishing the material wasn’t there so she could slide her tongue into your mouth. Finally Erin clears her throat bringing you both back to the present. As she pulls away Debbie grins sheepishly and is blushing as she steals a glance at you, and you can feel your own face flush with warmth as the rest of the girls look on.

“You are a very bad influence Miss Doe, Erin sighs exasperated. “I think someone needs to teach you to keep your hands to yourself”. With that she takes one of the torn straps from your suit and ties your hands behind your back. “After all we can’t have you corrupting poor innocent students like Debbie there now can we?”

All the girls giggle as Erin lifts you to your feet and marches you into the coach’s office. As you go she tells Jessica and Debbie to grab her bag from the locker room and asks Hillary to join the two of you.

“So what’d you have in mind Erin?” Hillary asks as the blond continues to hold your bound wrists walks you behind the desk facing the rest of the room pinning you between her naked body the desk, your thighs pressed against the edge.

“Well…”, the blond drools as she runs her nails from the backs of your thighs and up your back, “I was thinking of how little use we’ve gotten out of the video equipment lately and how I’m sure Coach Whore here would love a demonstration of how it works.” As she says this a grin spreads across her brunette friends face.

“And I’m betting you still have your ‘special’ workout gear in your bag that you sent the girls for, am I right?” Hillary asks as she flips on the TV and sets it to video and aims the camera at the desk.

“Oh Hill you know me to well”, Erin chuckles evilly, and then to you “So tell me Jane, ever made a sex tape before?”

At that moment Hillary flips on the camera and you can see yourself on the large flat screen TV. You’re a disheveled mess. Your face is covered in pussy juice, your still wet hair is splayed across your shoulders and is dripping down your body sending little rivulets across your breasts, your lips are swollen from the team grinding there pussies against them and this is accentuated by the purple of your suit stuffed in your mouth. Erin is standing behind you and grinning wickedly as she runs her hand up your body and cups your breasts, putting them on display for the camera.

You shake your head and moan at the sight. “I can’t believe this is happening is she really going to fuck me on camera in my own office?” you think to yourself. Yet you can’t deny the fact that the thought is making you wet all over again, and that realization makes you embarrassed and your skin starts to flush which the expensive video equipment picks up nicely. “God this is so wrong”, yet no matter what you tell yourself you can’t deny how turned on your getting as these girls continue to use you as there team fuck toy. Yet the more ashamed you get the more aroused you become, creating a vicious cycle that threatens to drive you mad.

“Aww what’s a matter, is Coach Whore camera shy?” Erin teases as she nibbles on your ear. “Better be a good girl Janeie,” she says as she swats your ass playfully, “or else you never know who might see this. After all tapes like this get leaked all the time, and what would happen to your career then?”

At this point Debbie and Jessica come bouncing in carrying Erin’s gym bag and grinning ear to ear.

“Wow gonna fuck her on her own desk, and on camera?” Jessica asks arching an eyebrow. “Who would’ve thought that little miss all American was such a kinky Dom? Miss Stevens’d be proud” she says with a wicked grin.

“I thought she might like the symbolism” Erin replies as she takes her bag and pulls out a large strap on that appears to be Cleopatra blue. It glistens in the light and she frowns looking at it a moment.

“I thought I’d lube it for you, you know so you didn’t have to take the time yourself” Debbie explains to Erin, looking a little nervous as she flashes you a quick smile.

“How considerate of you”, Erin says dryly as she catches Debbie’s smile.

“Somebodies got a crush” Hillary sing songs teasingly.

Debbie glowers at the much taller brunette who just chuckles and shakes her head causing her long hair to sway seductively around her dark features.

“Well since you’re feeling helpful”, Erin says as she pushes on your shoulder bending you over the desk and untying your hands placing them in front of you, “why don’t you tie the little sluts hands to the edge of the desk.”

You struggle weakly, but Erin’s body is pressed against your back and the cool leather desk matt feels good against your flushed body. Debbie takes your hands and uses your torn suit strap to secure them to the front of the desk. As she does she stares at you like a love struck school girl and you feel nervous at the intensity of her gaze.

“Now then”, Erin says as she stands back up running her nails down your back, “I think our little whore is ready for her close up Mr. Dimmel”. She points a Hillary and you can see the recording icon appear on the flat screen in front of you as well as the red light on the camera Hillary is holding, letting you know they’ve begun recording.

“Smile for the camera coach Whore”, Erin says as she grabs a handful of hair pulling your head up, making you arch your back and kicks your feet apart opening your dripping wet pussy for her strap on.