Ashley sighed, took a deep breath, and opened the door to her off-campus apartment. She'd moved in yesterday, a week before classes started for her junior year in college. The other three girls she was living with, all friends from her program, hadn't moved in yet. She just wanted some time to get her bearings first ahead of what was sure to be a big year in school. She walked through the living room and up the short flight of stairs to where everyone's room was. Hers was all the way down the hall on the left. The restroom was the first door on the right, and she stopped there first.
She used the restroom, and stood in the mirror for a moment, staring off into space more so than her own reflection. If she had been looking, she would've seen a very pretty, 5'4 Asian-American young woman, with purple streaks in her hair, and in a light blue sweater with her college's logo on it and some jeans.
She snapped herself out of her reverie, nerves about the upcoming year once again bubbling to the surface, and she headed out the hallway. On the outside, Ashley was a model student, studying English, and involved in various clubs and student organizations around campus, and with a lot of different friends, from all different corners of the student body. Students in STEM, the Humanities, nerdier students, and those who enjoyed going out more, and perhaps most surprising, was her affinity for athletes. Specifically, how often she seemed to be hanging around with the women's soccer team.
The women's soccer team at Ashley's school was one of the best in the county, having won three of the last five national championships. Ashley didn't play soccer, and when her other friends would ask her how she knew so many of the players, despite not really sharing any classes with them. They'd ask why she was always at their games, and even traveled to their post season tournaments with them at the very end of the semester, right before exams. And Ashley would always flush a little, and mumble some excuse about her old freshman year roommate being one of the best players on the team now, which usually ended most people's questions about it. But her close friends still couldn't piece it all together, since they knew that there had been some vague troubles between them during their year living together that hadn't ever come to a neat end.
Ashley knew that her excuses weren't good enough to fool her close friends, but knew they wouldn't pry too much into her real reasoning, and she was grateful for that. Because she didn't know how she could possibly tell anyone else the real truth of her relationship to the team. Because if the real truth came out, she'd be the biggest disgrace on campus.
She pushed the anxiety out of her mind, and made it to her door, before it all came flooding back. Taped onto the door, was a plain white envelope with her first and last name on it, and a blue soccer ball stamped on. Her hands trembling, with fear and arousal, she took the envelope, and thought back to the first time she'd seen an envelope like that.
It was her first Friday on campus back during her freshman year. Ashley had thought about going out with friends she'd made from her orientation, and was dressing up for the occasion in a black dress that wasn't loose, but still quite modest overall, when her roommate, Leah walked in.
Leah was taller than Ashley, about 5'8, medium-length blonde hair, with tanned skin from a summer spent on campus working out with the team. She was very fit and toned across her entire body, with perky tits and a muscular, round ass, that Ashley had to stop herself from staring at a few times already although she didn't yet know why.
Leah was holding a white envelope with a soccer ball stamped on it, addressed to her.
"Oh Ashley! I was just looking for you!"
"Really? Why?" This was beyond unusual. Ashley had asked Leah to get lunch with her or study once or twice during the first week, but Leah's answer had always been, 'Have a soccer thing. So sorry!' And that was it. Ashley had nearly given up on bonding with her roommate at this point.
"There's a soccer party happening tonight, and I can take a plus one! Do you want to go?" Leah asked, more excited than Ashley had heard her be all week?
"I don't know..." Ashley trailed off, "I kinda told some people I'd go downtown with them tonight..." Even as she said, Ashley knew it wasn't convincing, and so did Leah.
"Oh come on, I feel bad for blowing you off so much this week! I told my captains how often I turned you down this week for plans and they said you could come and meet some of the team!" Ashley was about to say no, but something about Leah was so magnetic she just couldn't.
"Is this outfit okay at least? I don't want to change again."
"Yes it's perfect! Let's go now!" Leah said, with even more enthusiasm than she'd started the conversation with.
"Wait wha--" Ashley got out, before Leah practically dragged her out the door.
The party was pretty standard. Lots of people at a house just off campus. It ran late into the night. Ashley actually enjoyed herself and ended up staying until the very end alongside Leah. By the time it was 3:30 a.m. it was just Leah, Ashley, and the three captains of the women's soccer team. They were sitting on the couches and Ashley found herself between the two junior captains, while Leah sat right next to the senior one, who had her arm around her. It was in this setup that the senior next to Leah began explaining to Ashley the hazing ritual for freshmen entering the soccer team. They would have to service all three captains sexually, all year, whenever they wanted. But Leah, the captain explained, as she began to grope one of Leah's tits, was extremely talented, and they didn't want her caught up in her "off-field duties" so she could focus on team success.
The captain explained they'd struck a deal. Leah would find a slut for the whole team to use, and she just had to spend one night doing her freshmen duties.
Ashley was tipsy, hornier than she'd ever been in her life without understanding why, and two of the most gorgeous, sexiest women she'd ever seen in her life were on either side of her, their hands slowly exploring her body. She couldn't say no. She melted into the arms of the tall athletic tanned blonde captain to her left, their mouths and tongues intertwined and dancing. At the same time, the captain to her right, a little shorter, black, and with bigger tits, began to run her hand up and down Ashley's chest and stomach. First over her top, then under, pausing on her tits, pinching her nipples and sending a shock through her body, making her clit throb. Ashley moaned into the blonde's mouth as every one giggled at her expense. She knew she'd be a good toy.
Before she knew what was happening they'd bent her over the coffee table, ass in the air, and were taking turns spanking her and fingering her pussy and ass til she squealed. She'd look up and see Leah's face buried between the senior's legs. This made her even better. Suddenly, the blonde captain appeared in front of her, pulled her by her hair to the ground, spread her legs, and made her lick pussy for the first time. A few seconds later, she felt what she later realized had to be a strap-on penetrate her tight pussy as she was spitroasted between the mist attractive people she'd ever seen. The rest of the night was a blur, even now.
By the time the night was over, she couldn't remember ever finding men attractive at all.
Thus began her journey into a depraved team free-use toy. She spent 90% of her free time with her mouth on a soccer player's pussy, tits, ass, being squirted on, spanked, and generally used however anyone on the team wished. For two years. It was exhausting, humiliating, and worst of all, exhilarating.
She didn't have to open it. She could ignore it. She didn't have to engage with Leah, and the rest of the team this year. It made her life much, much harder. It was humiliating, the things they made her do for one, and it took so much time away from studying, time with her real friends, and time to herself. But even as the thought came to her mind, she knew it was a weak excuse. She never felt better than in her role as team slut. The toy, stress relief, and anything else the team needed. It made her feel good. It made her feel valued, even when they called her names, degraded and humiliated her. She loved it. They'd opened her mind to not just her bisexuality, but her complete, and utter submissiveness. She couldn't even live without it.
