You Won't Get Off Cheaply

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely fictional and did not happen. This material is not suitable for viewing by those under the legal age limit for viewing pornographic material in their country of residence. I do not own any person referred to in this story.

Starring: Coco Gauff, Aryna Sabalenka, Paula Badosa, Jasmine Paolini

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Stuttgart, April 2025

Coco woke up happy that morning. The light was coming freely into her hotel room, the sun was shining, and Germany was surprisingly more beautiful than she had imagined. As she brushed her teeth and got ready to go down to breakfast, she thought back to yesterday's bad defeat and seethed. Paolini had made her run all over the field and she had found no solutions. Her forehand was not working, on serve she had been erratic. Besides, that little girl was hitting well and hard. Small but powerful.

Thinking back to what happened next, however, brought a smile back to her face. The memory of how she wiped that stupid, satisfied smirk off her face gave her shivers of satisfaction. Did she think that she, Coco Gauff, wunderkind, new star of the great U.S. tennis history, heir to an immortal tradition, would bow to such abuse? She didn't give a rat's ass about the decisions of that board of whores. They could decide and pontificate about whatever the fuck they wanted, but certainly not about what goes into her pussy or not. What had they said? Did they want them more "docile"? Here was her docility. She had imposed her physical dominance on the little Italian girl and then fucked her like a whore. And he had done it very well, considering how many gallons of cum Jasmine had spilled on the floor. Poor darling, she was not mad at her personally. She was merely the product of that board, co-opted by Aryna and the others. In exchange for their complacent gaze, she had voted yes to that lunatic motion, and now she was the first to pay the consequences. Talk about divine justice.

Strangest of all, it had aroused her quite a bit. Not just in terms of revenge, but actually in sexual terms. Jasmine was pretty hot, shrunk to that condition. Evidently Coco liked the idea of dominance. Come to think of it, even while she was fucking her ex-boyfriend, she liked to be on top and in charge. She just had never thought about the idea of doing it that way with a woman. Maybe she needed to leave some doors open in the future.

Still wrapped up in her thoughts, Coco left the room and went to breakfast. A long day awaited her: she was out of singles, but still had the doubles tournament with Jessica to honor. "Let's at least try to win that," she told herself.

"Yep, that was easy," Coco thought as she walked out of the No. 3 court in Stuttgart. Chan and Kichenok were good, but soft in their play. "Another doubles final. Better than nothing." Coco walked off the court next to her doubles partner, Jessica Pegula, and headed to the locker room.

"Who are we playing against tomorrow, Jess?" asked Coco.

"I have no idea. Maybe the two Czechs, maybe against the Australian. Honestly, who cares. They won't be a problem."

Jessica and Coco entered the locker room and got ready for the showers. Still slightly troubled by thoughts of the morning, Coco surreptitiously watched her double partner lower her panties, slip on her slippers and head, naked and toned, under the hot water. A shiver ran down her skin, but Coco suppressed it with a grimace and followed her friend.

Five minutes later, the two emerged in bathrobes from the showers and headed back to their belongings. When Coco looked up, however, she noticed that something was wrong. They were not alone.

"Hi Aryna, what brings you here?" asked Jessica immediately.

Aryna Sabalenka, the Belarusian goddess, world No. 1, president of what Coco had earlier labeled in her thoughts the "board of whores," was standing in front of her in perfect business attire. At her side was Paula Badosa, the gorgeous Spaniard, a proud and independent woman who shared spirit, views, thoughts and (it was said) often bed with Aryna.

"Hi Jess, we are here for an extraordinary board meeting. Didn't you read the message?"

"We were on court, Aryna. But excuse me, a board meeting here? In this locker room in Stuttgart?"

"Unfortunately, this is a very urgent matter that needs to be discussed very quickly. All the girls present in the area are on their way. Given the urgency, there will be a few defections, but nothing that will affect the smooth running of the meeting."

Indeed, the door opened immediately and Mirra Andreeva, Elina Svitolina and Ons Jabeur entered.

Coco felt a chill run down her spine as she put her clothes back on. Many things were wrong. Why were they all there? Why this impromptu meeting? And why were Iga and the others missing? Her stomach clenched at the thought that she herself had something to do with it. Had word already gotten out about what she had done yesterday?

He thought Jasmine would not say anything because of too much embarrassment. What if she had talked to Aryna? In any case she felt secure about her actions. If they had scolded her, she would have stood her ground: she had nothing to do with that system and they could go fuck themselves.

Suddenly, however, the door opened again, and Jasmine herself entered the locker room. She kept her gaze down so as not to risk crossing Coco's, and stood next to Aryna.

"There's Jasmine," the Belarusian smiled at her. "We can start. Paula, you have the floor."

Paula Badosa advanced to the center of the locker room and began to speak.

"Good afternoon, everyone. We are gathered here for an absolutely exceptional circumstance. As you know, about a month ago the WTA board approved extraordinary measures to resolve an impasse that had been going on for months. The step was approved at the end of a regular democratic process. Unfortunately, we became aware of a violation that occurred yesterday in this very locker room. At the end of their quarterfinal match, Jasmine Paolini was given the opportunity to fuck Coco Gauff in both holes. Apparently, this was not possible because of Coco's reaction, and indeed she herself allegedly did what she had to undergo. Coco, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Yep, the rumor had been circulating. Coco sought the gaze of Jasmine, who was almost hiding behind Aryna and Paula. Silly bitch.

But Paula had spoken harshly and clearly. Coco felt a chill of fear in her stomach. Everyone's gaze was on her.

"I have nothing to hide, Paula, it happened exactly like this. I was against the board's decision and I certainly don't give myself over to this crap. So screw you."

"Watch your words, honey. You're in no condition to fuck around. Do I have to remind you of the words of the act that was passed in Miami?" Paula pulled out a piece of paper and read:

"If anyone resists punishment, the entire board would take severe action."

"Woah, that's scary Paulita. I'm all trembling." the American replied sarcastically.

"Maybe you should be, dear," Aryna intervened. "The board here has pre-approved a motion that concerns you closely. Would you like to hear it?"

"Go ahead, I'm all ears," Coco replied scornfully.

"As a result of Coco Gauff's actions, the aforementioned will receive punishment from the board members. First, as compensation for yesterday's unfair action, Jasmine Paolini will... fuck her in all three of her holes. Then, she will be fucked in the ass and mouth by four additional board members as punishment for yesterday's actions. Finally, an additional month-long punishment of the board's choice will be applied. What do you think, honey? You won't get off cheaply".

Coco stood petrified. Her courage failed her for a second, but then she immediately regained her fighting spirit:

"Beautiful words. Too bad I don't give a shit. Get the fuck out of here, I'm leaving."

Aryna stepped between Coco and the door.

"No honey, you stay here."

"Get out of the way, Aryna, or I swear I'll break your nose."

With a rough shove, Coco pushed her way through, but Aryna blocked her by the shoulder. The American spun around and delivered a hard slap to her face.

"You filthy bitch, I'll kill you," erupted Aryna, her face transfigured with rage.

A turmoil suddenly flared up in the locker room. They were all screaming now, as Aryna and Coco were furiously scuffling. The intervention of Paula and Ons Jabeur pinned Coco, who was already suffering from her rival's physical overpower anyway. Squeezed in the arms of the two girls, Coco saw Aryna approach and throw a tremendous slap in her face. Tears suddenly gushed from her eyes.

"Cry, bitch. I'll make it simple for you: accept the board's decision now, or keep fighting and I'll have the entire WTA top 100 fuck you in the ass. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Coco was crying her eyes out. She looked up with difficulty at Aryna and felt broken. He had her trapped. How stupid of her not to have thought of this sooner. It was obvious that that board of filthy sluts would have screwed her over.

"Yes, I got it," she finally replied.

"YES WHAT?

"Yes, Mistress," Coco said, feeling almost sick.

"Okay, perfect. See honey, that wasn't so hard," said Aryna, with a new sweetness, and caressed her face. "Paulita, prepare the stuff you need. The fun part begins."

Aryna approached Coco and ran a hand over her hair. Then she gently slipped off her top, unhooked her bra hook, and slipped that off as well. Coco was left with her tits in the wind, and she instinctively tried to cover herself.

"No need for this. Keep your hands along your sides," Aryna told her. "Jas, it's your turn."

The Italian stepped forward, took courage, and looked Coco in the eyes. Now that the American was being humiliated like this, the memory of her own humiliation grew lighter. For Coco, the same was happening, but in reverse, and she struggled to hold her gaze.

"Please Jas, undress her."

Jasmine approached her, put her hands on her hips, and pulled her skirt down to her ankles. Then, gently, she slipped off her panties as well. "You like uh, slut," Coco thought. She was ready to bet any amount of money that Jasmine's pussy was dripping at that moment. She could almost smell it. She had noticed yesterday, to her surprise, that Jasmine's moisture smelled good. She didn't know why, maybe it was something he used to drink. She somewhat envied those who licked her regularly. She wasn't sure she smelled good, down there, much less after an orgasm. But really, she wasn't sure: when you get too used to smells, then you don't recognize the specifics anymore.

"What the fuck am I thinking," Coco said to herself. "Here I am, naked, ready to be fucked by a bunch of sluts, and I'm thinking about the smell of Jasmine's pussy?" The thought of what was to come came back to life, and tears began to line her face again.

Her nakedness stood out among all those perfectly dressed women. She felt completely vulnerable: her newly showered body was warm and steamy, but she was beginning to feel the first signs of cold. Her nipples, large and black, hardened. She forced herself to hold her arms along her sides, as Aryna had commanded her, ignoring the natural urge to cover her tits and vagina. The cold air tickled her down there as well, but she tried to ignore it.

"Okay Coco, we can start," Aryna said. "Go down on all fours."

Coco executed, stifling embarrassment. She rested her elbows and knees on the cold floor and stood there, her ass in the air and her holes clearly visible to all in the locker. Jasmine meanwhile was wearing a large black strap-on, the same color as the American's shiny skin.

Aryna approached her, imposing in height in front of her bowed, then knelt behind her. Coco blushed violently. Without saying a word, Aryna's finger rubbed her vagina, sensing the light dots of a recent shave. Then she began to explore her by moving her index finger in circles.

"You have soft skin down here," Aryna said, and Coco felt sick with embarrassment. Suddenly Aryna spit directly on her pussy and slowly began massaging it again, moistening the area properly.

"You'll thank me, honey. Did you see what cock Paula brought? Dry-fucking you with that would exceed the limits of punishment."

Aryna lingered for a few more seconds, then finally stood upright and patted her butt. "She's all yours, Jas."

Jasmine now smiled, anticipating in her mind all the action. She knelt behind Coco and gently rested the fake cock against the American's pussy. Then, with a sudden rip, she penetrated her deep. Coco screamed in surprise and pain: the strap-on was really thick and long. It reminded her of an experience about a year earlier when she had fucked a big black guy, a friend of one of her friends. He had a gigantic cock and it had hurt her. Since then she had decided that she preferred medium-sized cocks. Same pleasure, less pain. Jasmine was now pounding it back and forth, moaning with pleasure herself. Coco cried silently, but something was lighting up in her pelvic area. She was beginning to feel a new heat, which she focused on, and realized she was getting wet. She sensed a new stickiness of the cock as it slid over the sides of her pussy: it was no longer just Aryna's spit, there was something else. In fact, she felt a little aroused. She ignored the thought, ashamed of herself, but she could not lie to her body.

"Jas, do you feel like going to the back door?" asked Aryna with a sly smile.

"With pleasure, Aryna," replied the Italian.

Coco felt the cock definitely come out of her pussy and let out a sigh. She did not even have time to recover, however, because Jasmine spit directly on her asshole and shoved a finger in. Coco felt violated in every way imaginable. That filthy little Italian midget was putting a finger in her ass. The image of Coco doing the same, just twenty-four hours earlier, now made her feel sick. In fact, she had not even done her the favor of lubricating her: she had dry-fucked her in the ass. Jasmine was proving to be better than her at that, too.

Coco felt the strap-on stretch her asshole as she searched for a way in. With her eyes she saw Aryna, Paula, Elina, Mirra, and Ons watching her with a sadistic smile.

"Bitches," she thought. "But one day I will beat them one by one in the field, and then I will get my revenge." She sought consolation in these thoughts, but meanwhile Jasmine had started fucking her in the ass, and the pain brought her back to reality. Her pussy was now definitely wet.

"YEEEES COCO, BRAVISSIMA," shouted Jasmine, in Italian. "HEY BITCH, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO CALL ME?"

"Mistress. You're my mistress, Jasmine," replied Coco in utter despair.

"YEEEEEEES, EXACTLY. NOW THANK ME FOR THE WAY I'M FUCKING YOU."

"THANK YOU FOR THE FUCKING, MISTRESS," continued Coco, by now broken.

Jasmine gave a few more strokes, then pulled out her cock and stood upright, all red. She was already ashamed of herself for the dirty words she had screamed, but the emotion and desire for revenge had been too strong. Aryna came up to her and hugged her gently.

"Very good, Jas. I think you have deserved an additional award. Coco, lick her pussy and bring her to orgasm."

Coco, still on all fours, looked at her incredulously. "No fucking way! You didn't talk about that!"

"You're right, but things change. Besides, Jasmine suffered a grave injustice yesterday. It wouldn't be enough to simply replicate, we have to add something."

Jasmine rejoiced in silence, lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties, revealing her pussy. Then she lay down in front of Coco and spread her legs with a smile. "Serves you right, speak of the devil," Coco thought, remembering her earlier thoughts. Obviously, Jasmine was very wet. "What the fuck is wrong with this girl?" thought Coco. The scent was what she remembered, though. If she had to do it, better this than the classic fishy smell.

"Lick it, bitch," threateningly enjoined Elina Svitolina, who was taking the floor for the first time.

Coco mentally prepared herself, approached the vagina in front of her, and hesitantly placed her tongue right in the center. Jasmine moaned immediately. Coco had no idea how to do it. She began to move her tongue a little at random, going up and down, sucking and trying to penetrate her with the tip. The effect was good and Jasmine almost rolled her eyes. Coco's mouth soon filled with the Italian's juices.

"Fuck, this cunt even tastes good," the girl thought. She was beginning to like it. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, but she forced herself not to mind. Jasmine meanwhile was close to orgasm. Coco decided to speed up in hopes of finishing quickly. She sucked, penetrated, licked fiercely, at one point even biting her labia. Jasmine was now almost screaming in pleasure. Then she burst into an overwhelming orgasm, pouring out gallons of fluid. Coco found her face covered with cum and pulled away abruptly. Jasmine's orgasm took many seconds to conclude, leaving her exhausted.

"Sweet girl, get up now. Thank you for helping us with this part," Aryna said.

As the Italian got back on her feet and pulled up her panties, Coco tried to get up on her knees.

"Stay in position, bitch. Did someone tell you to get up?" shouted Ons Jabeur at her.

"No," Coco replied.

"No WHAT?" yelled Ons again.

"No, Mistress," Coco replicated, almost crying.

"Well girl, now it's time for the second part of the punishment. Ladies, put on your strap-ons," Aryna intervened.

"Please Aryna, don't do this to me. Jasmine has already fucked and buggered me. I got the lesson, I'm sorry," attempted Coco, on the verge of a fit.

"I know you have learned your lesson and will not commit such recklessness in the future. Unfortunately, the board has already ruled. Everything will proceed as decided," Aryna told her sternly.

Aryna, Paula, Elina and Ons had meanwhile already put on their strap-ons. Coco, still on all fours, looked at them from the pass with great fear.

"Mirra, won't you join us?" asked Paula.

"No Paulita thank you, for today I prefer to watch," smiled the Russian.

First, Ons bent down in front of Coco, while Elina approached her from behind. Coco felt as if crushed in a bun. Ons, perhaps the most ruthless of all, slapped her across the face, "Take it in your mouth, bitch."

Coco opened her mouth and began sucking Ons's fake cock, as she had done earlier with Jasmine. Meanwhile, Elina caressed her pussy from behind. She felt the strap-on penetrate her for the second time, this time without lubricant.

Fortunately, it was wet enough for comfortable sliding. Elina, a beautiful Ukrainian woman, fucked her pussy fiercely for a few minutes. By now Coco was officially aroused, despite the tears that kept streaming down her face and into her mouth as she sucked Ons' cock. The humiliation was unbearable, but so was the thrill. She was on all fours, naked, while two of her colleagues explored her most intimate parts. She was crying, but in the meantime she was enjoying. At one point, Ons almost suffocated her with the strap-on, causing her to cough and spit.

"Too hard for you, whore?" he told her viciously.

Finally, after a few minutes of pounding, the Tunisian and Ukrainian pulled out their cocks and stood up. Coco was exhausted.

"Looks like it's finally our turn, Paulita," Aryna said.

The Belarusian came up to her front and stroked her face again, "I know it's hard, honey. But you have to pay the consequences of your actions." Coco cried again, almost seeking contact with the hand of the woman she hated most in the world at that moment. She felt broken, destroyed in body and soul.