The end of the game, the beginning of the fun

While Susi and Silke waited in the locker room, tied up, labeled, and vibrating, Lisa was far from finished with her personal vendetta against Karin.

She had left the wolf costume open, the zipper undone down to her navel, so that her bare breasts bounced with every step. She walked straight over to the home team’s male cheerleaders, who were standing frustratedly on the sidelines. The guys were happy—the game was going well, and Karin had already provided enough embarrassing moments during the halftime show. Without further ado, Lisa held her phone out to them. “Check this out.”

A perfect video played on the screen: Karin on her knees in the referee’s bathroom, greedily sucking the thick cock of the opposing team’s captain, Marc. Although filmed through the door crack, you could clearly see her face, the cum in her hair, how she swallowed and moaned. The glory hole with the green wall was perfect as a green screen—Jan had later superimposed Marc’s real body and cock. It looked absolutely real. Especially brutal: the real cum in Karin’s hair was real, and the video showed exactly how it had gotten there.

In review: Mia had already cornered Marc in the players’ lounge two days before the game. She was wearing only a short trench coat, with nothing underneath. With an innocent smile, she lured him into an empty shower, immediately dropped to her knees, and sucked the captain’s thick, heavy cock until it was rock-hard and dripping. She pressed her back against the tiles, one leg lifted, while Marc fucked her hard and deep. With every thrust, his heavy balls slapped against her ass. Just before he came, she pulled him out, got back on her knees, and let him cum all over her face and tits. With a cum-smeared smile, she held his still-twitching, glistening cock right next to her face and took the perfect comparison photo—exactly the cock she’d need later for the deepfake. “You owe me for this,” she whispered, licking the last drop off him. Marc had no idea what she really wanted the picture for.

The male cheerleaders stared with their mouths agape. “That… that’s not possible…,” stammered one. “Yes,” Lisa said coldly. “That’s your oh-so-perfect captain. She gave the opposing captain a blowjob through the glory hole during halftime. As punishment, I stole her panties.” The scene was playing out right then. The guys got angry. One clenched his fists. “That damn bitch… she acts all aloof all the time and then she sucks off the opponent?”

Lisa smiled wickedly and spoke in her normal, clear voice—everyone had known for a long time anyway that she wasn’t Tim. “Don’t give that bitch a single second of peace. She’s not allowed to wear panties anymore. Keep her busy. Touch her wherever you want. Fingers in her pussy, slaps on the ass, pull her nipples—whatever. And when the game is over… hand her over to the winners for a little victory lap. She belongs to you.”

The cheerleaders were grinning now, too. Anger mixed with horny anticipation. “Sounds good,” said the leader of the male cheerleaders. “That slut will wish she’d never been born.” Back on the field, Karin was already at her limit. Her skirt was nothing more than a useless scrap of fabric around her hips. The guys from her own team weren’t holding her back anymore—quite the opposite. During the final formation, three hands reached between her legs at once, fingering her hard and fast while the camera broadcast everything live onto the screen. Karin whimpered, her legs trembling, cum and her own juices running down her thighs. She had no idea that her worst nightmare was only just beginning.

Game over. The final whistle blew. The home team had won in a surprise upset. All because of Karin and her halftime show. She was the heroine. She had distracted the others. Four big players from the winning team rushed toward her and hoisted her onto their shoulders.

Suddenly, the video flashed up on the giant screens—on an endless loop. Karin on her knees, greedily sucking the thick cock of the opposing captain, Marc. Her face clearly recognizable, cum in her hair, as she swallowed, gagged, and looked up with hungry eyes. The deepfake was perfect. No one doubted it anymore. The entire stadium booed and laughed at the same time. “Glory hole slut!” the fans chanted. That’s how quickly you go from hero to whore.

Hands grabbed her roughly and ripped the last piece of fabric from her body. Karin was now completely naked on the field. Karin was passed around like a victory trophy. Strong hands lifted her up. She screamed as six or seven pairs of hands simultaneously groped her naked body. Rough fingers squeezed her tits, pulling brutally on her nipples. Other hands slapped her ass loudly, spread her cheeks, and plunged two or three fingers at once into her dripping pussy. One shoved two fingers deep into her ass while another rubbed her clit. Cell phones flashed. Selfies with her face right next to her spread legs. Someone held her labia wide apart with two fingers while another took a photo of her open, pink hole.

Karin was passed from player to player like a piece of meat. Everyone was allowed a quick grab. One lifted her up, pressed his face between her legs, and licked her wet pussy with loud smacking sounds while the crowd cheered. Another held her from behind, his hard bulge in his pants pressing between her ass cheeks as he kneaded her tits and grinned at the camera.

The winning team carried her around the entire field like this for two full laps of honor. Every time they passed a bleacher section, she was lifted up, legs spread wide, pussy and ass presented to the fans. The stadium cameras zoomed in mercilessly. On the big screen, the Glory Hole loop continued to play alongside the live footage of her total exposure.

Karin was now just a whimpering, twitching bundle. Her body glistened with sweat, cum, and pussy juice. She even came involuntarily once when three fingers were in her pussy and two in her ass at the same time—a loud, squirting-like orgasm that landed on the grass and made the crowd go even wilder.

Then Lisa suddenly appeared. She grinned at the Captain. “Give her to the fans, too. Let her crowd surf. They want a piece of their Captain slut, too.”

Marc laughed lewdly, lifted Karin up once more, and threw her like a stage diver into the front row of the audience. Immediately, hundreds of hands reached for her. Karin was carried naked over the crowd—a sea of fingers penetrating her pussy, her ass, her tits, and her mouth. Someone shoved three fingers deep down her throat while others rubbed her clit and twisted her nipples. She was passed from stand to stand, completely helpless, her body slick and open to everyone.