Rackets vs Val's Rack

The officers were immediately transformed from women of the law into tennis players. Gone were their dark blue uniforms, replaced with sexy, little tennis dresses in blue and white, matching visors appeared on their heads and their stun guns transformed into tennis balls while the batons on their belts turned into rackets. The energy from the whistle also turned the tree and traffic light into poles that held a net between them.

"Officers… welcome to the team," Umpire said as she climbed into the back of the van along with her loot. "Go play ball with your new toy here. Keep our super slut… 'busy'. Show her what it means to mess with my plans. The rest of you…" she looked to her football minions. "Make sure no one interferes." They all nodded as she looked over her shoulder at the drivers. "Hit the gas." The van screeched off as she slammed the doors closed.

Val struggled to rise as she saw the van taking off. Where the hell was her… three other women came racing onto the scene. Each in their own costume. Her team was here. Maybe this would not be as much of a beatdown for her as she feared.

Before she can get up to go try and regroup with them one of the officers turned tennis players reached down and hurled her up onto her feet before pushing her back into the net. The other one was already there to grab her hands and tangle them in the net, binding and restraining her.

"Let me go!" Val cried out, still weak from her pain-fueled orgasms, as she was restrained. She looked up to try and see her team but the football players moved into a defensive position, blocking her line of sight. "Listen… whatever spell she has you under…"

"Shut up," saaid the black woman, now dressed in the blue tennis dress, standing behind the net having just restrained Val.

"I know she has enchanted your mind, but deep down inside, you are still both there. You are officers of the law. You have a duty to…"

"I'll shut her up," the redhead, now in the white tennis dress, said as she walked her way over to Val. Val noticed she was holding a familiar garment in her hand, Val's own yellow panties.

"No, wait and listen to… mmmmppph!"

She stuffed the panties into Val's mouth before the hero could finish speaking. Val tried to spit them out only for the tennis ball to be shoved in there next.

"Nice thinking Trish," the black woman said to her partner and then gave her a high five across the net.

"Yeah but she keep trying to spit it out," Trish responded as she held the tennis ball in place between Val's teeth. "Got any ideas, Monica?"

"I may have one," Monica said as she shuffled around behind Val. "Just let me…" Before Val knew what was about to happen a lacy pair of blue and black stopped panties were slipped over her head from behind. "That should hold it."

"Mmmmmm!" Val exclaimed now with her own large panties stuffed in her mouth and a pair of what she presumed were Monica's upon her head, over her face and covering her mouth.

"She's feisty… might need to double up," Trish laughed as she reached under her dress and pulled hers down too. Hers were pink with little white ribbons, she pushed them down over Val's head, further sealing the tennis ball in place and almost blinding her. "Boss said we should play ball with her… think that's enough?"

"No way," Monica chuckled as Val felt her hands reach over the net and fondle her breasts. "Look at these fat melons… bigger than even mine." Val gasped and shamefully moaned as Monica's fingers were not exactly gentle. "What's the matter super slut? Are these fat melons sensitive?"

"Mmmmmmmphhhhh!" Val whined through her gag. She could smell the scent of both women on her nose with their panties over her face and taste herself through her own. It was making her almost as lightheaded as those hands squeezing and pinching her tits so roughly. Where the hell was her team? Surely the three of them could handle some brainwashed civilians?

"You know what those big, fat melons look like to me?" Trish asked as she spun her tennis racket around her hand. "Target practice!"

"I love how you think," Monica laughed. Val shook her head while seeing the faint outline of Trish lining her racket up with Val's poor, defenceless bosom, through the panties affixed to her face.

"Watch your hands!" Trish exclaimed and then slammed her racket into one of Val's generous breasts. The strings of the racket smashed against her boob and made the whole thing ripple as Val yelped in pain. Monica's hands held them from the sides, lessening how much they jiggled and bounced but forcing Val to endure a direct strike from Trish.

"Show her your backhand!"

Val screamed into the gag as Trish came at her other boob from the opposite side only to wince at the firm impact. That was another aspect of her power. Val never really built up a numberness for pain. Tolerance, she had in spades, having taken more powerful blows than this from far stronger foes but even when her flesh bruised or skin became raw from impacts such as these… it never numbed.

Every hit was like the first one and because of her tolerance for it, only the most extreme pain, over a long time, would make her body pass out. They could keep whacking away at her tits like this all day long and Val would feel each blow like it was the first. They seemed more than happy to do just this as Monica kept egging Trish on, whose muscular arms glistened in the sunlight while she worked up a sweat.

"Forehand!"

"Volley!"

"Serve!"

"Backhand again!"

"Lob!"

"Slice!"

"Overhead smash!"

The blows kept coming. Val's muffled screams became moans of pleasure among the whimpers and yelps. Her boobs were practically branded by the strings of the racket, red grid patterns interlocked and overlapping across her pale flesh. It was almost a thing of beauty. Then with a loud strumming noise Val gasped as the strings of the racket snapped and whipped across her chest before she screamed at the whiplash.

"Looks like her stupid, fat udders broke my racket," Trish grumbled as she held up the broken sports equipment. Val sighed a breath of relief, thankfully that was over… "You want to give her a go?"

"Mmmmmm!" Val objected but her muffled plea was ignored.

"I've been dying to try this out on her," Monica said sadistically as she picked up her own racket. The two of them swapped places. "Don't hold them for me… I want to go all out on her super, slutty tits! And I don't want to hit your hands."

"That's my girl, always so considerate," Trish chuckled as she kneeled down behind Val. "I have my own idea of how to punish this pain-slut for breaking my racket!"

"What are you thinking of…" Monica began to ask only to smirk as she saw what Trish was doing. "Oh that's devious. Trish, you little bitch… I love you."

"Give her a good serve for me," Trish said and Val shuddered as she felt the woman's hand upon her thighs. What was she up to? "Bitch is super wet from this, leaking down her legs… show her what she gets for enjoying herself."

"My pleasure," Monica said and reeled back before slamming her racket into Val's unheld breasts. They bounced about, slapping against one another as Val sobbed from the fresh impact on her already battered boobs.

She was momentarily distracted and did not register the feeling of Trish pressing the handle of her racket between Val's chubby thighs. What was she… no… she wouldn't… Monica smacked her tits about again making Val yelp and whimper. Was Trish really going to… Val jumped as she felt the handle of the racket poke up against her drooling cunt. Noooooooo…

"Oh yes slut… I am going to feed your hungry little pussy," Trish teased as Val tensed and whimpered in protest. "Though maybe not so little once I shove this whole thing up your wet hole!"

Val has little time to think of that as Monica lais into her, racket raking across her rack like she was fighting for first place at Wimbledon and Val's breasts were the ball. At the same time Trish was jamming and jabbing at her entrance with the end of her racket. It did not take long before the racket hit its mark and was forced into her. She shrieked through the gag as it violated her.

Val's legs trembled as the knobbly end of that huge racket was forced into her. Val was no stranger to penetrative sex but this thing was clearly too big and uncomfortable for her to take. It was so wide and thick that she felt like she was going to be split in half by it. She knew her body would not break… at worst it would be battered and bruised… but it would also stretch… bend and stretch is what she did… but she did not break. In a way it was worse… it meant no matter what they did to her… she could always take more.

Monica laid into her harder than Trish had with professional athlete level strength and precision. Her breasts were soon turning blue and black from the repeated impacts. She had an annoying habit of nailing Val's nipples with the impacts. Each smack sent a jolt of pain through her body and left her breathless and whimpering.

Trish was just as determined to shove as much of the racket up Val's cunt as she could. Already she had managed to get a few inches up into her and kept pulling it back only to slam it back into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. The impacts were like a punch to her core, it made her sob and her whole body tremble. She had had worse… Val kept telling herself, but it did not stop it from hurting or, worse, pleasuring her more.

Shamefully, she had cum more than once by the time Monica's racket gave out too. By then Trish had actually managed to fit the whole handle up Val's stretch out cunt. She felt used and violated, beaten and bruised, humiliated and oddly satiated. Her head hung in defeat, arms limp, tangled in the net and knees bent as her legs hung there alongside her bruised tits. In time she would heal… minutes or hours at worst… nothing was broken but till then her breasts stung and her pussy ached with pain.

"What shall we do now?" Trish asked, looking pleased with her handy work as the racket was shoved so deep into Val that even her fat belly bulged with it.

"I may have an idea or two," Monica said menacingly as she looked over her broken racket.