A Team's Only Defeat

President Chavez sighs while I slurp up the cum pooled in his pubic hair. As little sis watches me, she holds my hair away from my face so I can do my degrading task.

"Oooh yes, blonde chica is good cum-swallower. Lick it ALL up, little bitch."

The smell of sweat and male musk fills my nose as I finish vacuuming up his sticky fluids. The tang of my sister's pussy coats my palate too, subtler but still noticeable, as I finally come up for air.

"Now what shall we do? Hmm?" The President looks down at his cock as it re-inflates like some hellish spike-shaped balloon. Sara and I gape at the reinvigorated tower of flesh that now sticks up between us.

"Watching you drink all that cum was very hot, Slave. I think though it is time that others joined us, yes? Would you like to find out what happened to some of your teammates?"

At first, not realizing he expects an answer, I find myself tongue-tied. Then, just as his brows are furrowing and his gaze begins to darken, I find my voice.

"Yes, Master! Please, I... I would very much like to know."

President Chavez sits up straight on the enormous bed and brings his hands together with a piercing thunderclap.

"Ernesto! Bring in my other new American volleyball player fuck-toys! And have two of my favorite giant-sized double dildos brought in too, if you please!"

A few moments later, Sara and I turn just in time to see three beautiful girls being led into the rape-room. All three are naked and all three have their wrists shackled in front of them. My best friend Valerie, with her long, almost platinum-blonde hair and dusky-tanned, slender body, walks in first. She is wearing a golden collar around her neck with the label 'Fuck-toy' etched in plated lettering along its surface. Two impossible-to-miss golden hoops hang from her pierced nipples. Her shaved cunt looks as smooth and freshly washed as the rest of her figure.

Eyes downcast, she kneels before the bed.

"This slave lives to serve her Master," my best friend intones. "Please fuck me, Sir."

Next I turn to see the head guard - this 'Ernesto' - motioning the next of the two girls to approach the bed. I see Laurie, her hair the color of crow's feathers, streaming in straight, lustrous strands down her elegant torso. She too, wears a collar, only this one is bright silver. Etched across the collar's surface is the same demeaning title of 'Fuck-toy,' and she has silver studs adorning her pierced nipples instead of the hoops Val is wearing. She kneels beside Val and says the same submissive words before begging to be fucked.

Lastly there is Becky. Poor Becky. The girl looks like she is faring the worst of the three. Her haunted gaze is filled with barely-contained grief and regret. Clearly she has not yet acclimated as well as the rest of us to a life of sexual servitude. She looks fearfully at the President before kneeling and jutting out her big, rounded breasts.

"This slave lives to serve her Master," Becky chokes out, her miserable gaze fixed on the President like the evil rape-master he is. "Please fuck me, S-sir."

The President's booming laughter fills the room. "Ah YES, see, isn't this nice? Teammates reunited! And so well-behaved!! So now, I think we should have a very big and very important event. A contest of sorts."

My focus sharpens, but not with hope. I'm filled with dread more than anything. I reach out and clasp Sara's hand. She squeezes my hand back in comfort and sisterly commiseration as I wait with trepidation to hear what new form of torture, punishment, or sexual humiliation our owner has devised for us.

"As enjoyable as it has been to have fresh pussy to fuck, I do find myself needing to make space for NEW pussies. My harem is a revolving door, girls. It is expensive to keep sex slaves well housed and well fed and well groomed, after all. I'm sure you understand."

He pauses to let this sink in. "Now, I have an idea for a fun contest. The winners get to remain my privileged fuck-toys serving the leader of the greatest country in the world."

He pauses again, making me want to gag, and I think to myself, 'Greatest country in the world? We both know your country is a shithole.' But I wisely keep that to myself.

"The losers will be given to the guerrillas." He goes on, "Yes, we have a constantly simmering rebellion in the jungles to the north. If I keep them happy, though, they leave me and my regime well enough alone. It is a... how shall I say... an amicable enough arrangement."

He continues to grin like the bastard he is.

"Now I will say that the girls I give to the rebels don't last long. Living rough out in the jungle with bugs and mosquitoes the size of softballs and all kinds of diseases, getting gang-raped every day and filled in every hole, it is, shall we say, hard and grueling work for stuck-up cunts like yourselves. Certainly not for the faint of heart," he adds with a wink. "But what can I say? Fine pussies like you will at least serve your one and only purpose in life, pleasing cock, and that is what matters."

He claps his hands again, and the three guards withdraw. Only Ernesto returns, and in his hands I see the instrument of our upcoming debasement.

Two instruments, to be exact. Two obscenely long pink double-dildos. Ernesto carries one in each hand. He throws one at my sister and me, and the other at Laurie and Val.

Abruptly the President urges my face down toward the turgid tip of his cock. He skims his other hand down my back and past my buttocks to finger my pussy while he speaks, challenging my ability to focus. I begin to suck softly but obediently while he lays out his awful little 'contest.'

"The rules are simple, sluts. Since there are five of you, Slave Becky will be the lucky one. She will get to ride her President's big, eager cock while you other four cunts compete against each other. You will compete in teams. Slave Jessica here and her sweet little sister will be one team. Slave Valerie and Slave Laurie will be the other."

The President's hand idly caresses my hair while I find myself sliding deeper onto him, cradling his shaft with my tongue.

"UUHHH!!! SLURP!"

"This is how it will work. The first pair of cunts who both CUM while that cock is drilling both your asses are the winners. I expect you to have those asses slamming together with that double dildo deep inside both of you as you reach orgasm. No cheating now. No faking! I will know if you sluts are trying to deceive me. Ernesto will be watching closely too, won't you Ernesto?"

The head guard nods sagely, and I hate him almost as much as I hate the President in that moment.

"Please Great Master, c-can we have some lube?" Val bravely ventures to ask.

The President stares at her. "What, so you can fit that giant dick in your ass better, chica? Why would I do that? Why would I make it easy for you?" He laughs again, a sound of scorn and derision. "No, you and your bitch partner can use your spit as well as you can. Lube it up before you take up your position and fuck each other with it." Chavez now wags a finger at all of us. "But don't take too long to lube it up either. The other team might start fucking and cumming before you... and then you know what that means."

He lets the ominous possibility hang in the air like a guillotine about to slice downward. Finally, the President pushes my face away from his now slobber-coated manhood.

"Enough, Slave Jessica. Join your sister on the floor. Prepare yourselves. When Ernesto, says 'Begin!' you may begin."

I slide onto the carpeting with Sara across from me. Val and Laurie do the same on the other side of the bedroom.

Ernesto hands Sara the giant pink double-ended silicone shaft. The shafts on either end must be a good 20 inches long. Their lifelike surfaces are lined with the realistic-looking veins would one see on a real penis, and the bulbous tip on each protruding artificial dick looks painfully large. We need to lube these up well if we're to have a hope of not tearing our assholes.

"Begin!" Ernesto shouts. Immediately I begin to slurp and suck on my tip, and Sara does the same on her end. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Val and Laurie are doing the same.

I hate the feeling of twisted longing that I have for us now, desperate that we will win, wanting Val and Laurie to lose.

'You're my best friend, Val, but Sara's my sister. Better you than her. I'm sorry,' I think wretchedly, hating how I have to hope for a cruel fate for my closest friend. The clarion call to survive though, that instinct supersedes decency and altruism and everything else.

Meanwhile, Chavez pats his lap and gives Becky a glare.

"Come here you big-titted whore! What are you waiting for? Aren't you excited to ride your Master? What, are you disappointed I didn't have your nipples pierced like the others? Would you like some big silver hoops dangling from those big melons of yours?" As he says all these degrading things, Becky climbs onto the bed. Unlike Val or Laurie, she doesn't wear a collar, but her wrists are chained in front of her in dark black handcuffs. She hooks one leg over her rape-master, straddling him and lining up her sex just above his raging erection. Positioning it with her hands, my gorgeous teammate sinks her snatch down to engulf the entirety of the President's manhood.

He sighs and she spreads her hands along his flabby chest. The soft sounds of suction and smacking begin as she bounces on his lap.

She is the lucky one though, and I hope Becky appreciates it. She alone doesn't have to worry about a fate worse than death. About being sold to jungle guerrillas who will abuse her body in countless ways and gang-rape her day and night.

I slurp feverishly on the bulbous pink tip of my half of the double-ended dildo. Soon both my end and Sara's are wet and glistening. Sara begins to turn around to try to position that egg-shaped tip at her asshole, but I stop her.

"Wait! We need more lube. Not just on the shafts," I urge. She looks at me, questioning, but then her forehead smooths out with understanding as I have her bend over and hover my face over her cute ass cheeks. Soon I am spitting big globules of my saliva into her tiny asshole. More and more of my natural lube falls into her wrinkled opening. Then I turn around and it's her turn. I hear the 'hawk tuah' of Sis spitting into my asshole too.

Now we're finally ready. But to my dismay, I realize that Valerie and Laurie have already started.

I hear Val groaning and see her pumping her ass backward to engulf the first few inches of their double-pronged dildo. Val and Laurie's asses slowly push toward each other. Both girls are trembling with the effort, their asses not yet acclimated to the giant pink penises.

We need to play catch-up and fast. I position the bulbous tip of my half of the dildo and take a deep breath. With excruciating discipline, I slide my anus backwards, sheathing that pink shaft in my tightest hole. Oh god, it's big, TOO big, and my ass is such a tight fit. I make it work, though. I slide that silicone snake deep into my asshole and slowly, agonizingly, begin a rhythm I can tolerate. Reaching down with one hand, I pet my clitoris and fuck the monstrous dildo.

Sara is having a harder time of things.

"Jess, I can't. It's too big," she whines.

With a growing sense of panic, I temporarily withdraw the dildo from my ass, turn around, and proceed to provide some extra slobber up and down Sara's half of the double-dildo until it's completely sheened in my spit. We re-insert it into Little Sis' butt. This time, she's able to just barely get it started. Within a few minutes, she is finally sliding it deeper into her ass, groaning but managing to keep it held inside her. I'm seesawing on the other end, on my hands and knees as that dildo takes me deep in the ass, embedded so firmly it's a wonder it hasn't skewered my bowels.

Sis and I just groan and fuck, one hand between our legs as we rub our clits and try to find pleasure in the midst of sensory overload and that uncomfortable, overwhelming feeling of fullness deep in our buttholes.

"AHHHH! Yes, our chicas are all excellent ass-slammers!" President Chavez booms with excitement. "Look at your teammates, Slave. Are they not good little whores?" he asks Becky.

Becky dutifully chirps, "Yes Master." Her breasts bounce enticingly as she rides him, her cunt lips gripping the sides of the President's engorged baby-maker. Her pale ass cheeks rest on his lap, only his testicles showing, as he pulls her hard against her chest.

"Why aren't you kissing me, whore? Don't you like your owner's breath? Don't you crave my smell?" he hisses. With a groan, Becky allows his lips to envelope hers, his tongue diving deep into her mouth. Her cuffed hands loops about his neck now as they kiss and fuck. I feel just a trace of pity for Becky now. Tiny trickles of pre-cum escape the seal of Becky's cunt lips and stream down the President's manhood. Watching her cunt pump up and down our rape-master's cock, knowing that soon she will have another chance to be impregnated by the monster who owns us, gives me some pause - and I reflect that maybe there are advantages to being ass-raped by an inanimate object that at least will not force me to carry my rapist's baby to term.

"Mmmm. Yes, chica, your pussy is a sweet glove around your Master's cock. I think as a reward I will pierce your nipples after today's festivities, but you get to pick what type of metal and style of piercing. Are you not grateful, whore?"

Becky stiffens, looking horrified, but she knows the right answer. Even as she spreads her hands once more across the President's chest and bounces her cunt harder onto his cock, she cries out, "Yes Master, this slave is grateful. Thank you for letting me pick what to pierce my nipples with, Sir."

Val and Laurie are now moaning. Unfortunately I can tell that their pussies are juicing up, that their nerve bundles are engorged and galloping each of them toward a fantastic finish. The giant pink double-cock is shaking violently as they bust their asses in tandem, their beautiful butts lunging toward each other.

Sara and I need to work together better. We need to be more in sync. I quickly try to sense Little Sis' tempo and match it.

"Honey, we need to fuck as one. Push back at the same time I do!" I call to her.

Sara's cute face contorts with effort as she looks over her shoulder. "OK, OK, I'm doing it!" Her cute butt flies toward me and I lunge to meet her. With a jarring impact, I feel that pink shaft violate my bowels, but I know we have no other choice. Rubbing my joy button fervently, I feel a twinge of pleasure erupt, a tightness of joyous bliss gathering in my core. Sis and I are now moving in unison, our bodies attuned to each other. I feel the big shaft hollowing out my ass, but the sensations have turned strangely arousing... the nerve endings between my cunt and asshole awakened from the constant jostling of our bodies as one, fueled by the fire of the throbbing clit beneath my fingertips.

"Ooooh yes, all these chicas are close to CUMMING. You see that, Ernesto?" the President calls out.

Becky yelps as the President leans forward and bites her left nipple. It's a playful bite, but it startles her. The girl's back arches as her owner sucks hard on her nipples and continues to impale her now lust-enshrouded sex. Becky's tiny grunts have taken on a distinct tone of arousal. Her ass bounces more fervently, her snatch slamming down to encase the slimy dick beneath her.

I can tell that the President is close to cumming, but I'm determined to get Sara and I to the finish line first. More importantly, Val and Laurie are close to cumming too. I see Val's face, her cheeks blushing and nipples hardened with rising libido. The girl's juices are now glistening down her fingers as she batters her clitoris faster and faster, moaning.

"Oooohhhhh!!!! Oh yes!" Val croons.

Val always did have the strongest libido of anyone on the team. Laurie isn't as far along though, and that's our only hope. I close my eyes, stroke my nerve bundle with a deft yet desperate fury, and feel myself mounting the precipice toward bliss too.

Almost as one, Val and I cry out.

"AHHHHH!!!"

I feel my back arch. My eyes snap open as a long, wordless coo escapes from me. Cunt juices flows like a river down my fingers as my body quakes. My pussy twinges with lust and the fierce elation of orgasm as bombs seem to go off everywhere in my veins. Shuddering, I come back to reality, distantly aware of Sara's continued groans, her little bottom slamming toward mine.

She hasn't cum yet. Disappointment and panic vie for dominance in me. I look over and see Val's post-climax daze. Her expression, just free of rapture, exudes the potent force of her own release. Her own fingers now drip with her fluids and show the proof of her surrender.

But our partners have yet to pull their weight. Laurie is still slamming her butt cheeks backward, encasing the pink penis in her tightest hole with groans of frustration, not yet able to cum.

'We can do this, Sis. Come on!' I urge mentally, as if my loving sis and I share some telepathic bond.

"Fuck it harder, sweetie. Touch yourself, make yourself cum, baby," I blurt out, encouraging her. Maybe my words will help. It's a desperate gambit, but what else can I do?

Then I hear it - the rewarding sound of Sara's rising moans. She's getting close. She's climbing to the pinnacle. I look over my shoulder to see her fingers fluttering wildly against her clit, to see her now sweat-sheened body lunging back against my own. The double-ended cock connects us as one still. Amazingly, despite my orgasm, I managed to keep the vein-covered silicone penis lodged inside my ass. Now, to help Sis reach the promised land, I resume my rhythm. I fuck that cock like our lives depend on it - my ass impaling itself with heightened vigor as I moan.

"Yes, baby. Please cum. Cum for me, Sis. Please cum with this big dick inside of us!" I implore.

My words must have had more of an effect than I dared hope for because in the next moment I not only hear but feel my sister pulled toward oblivion.

"Oh god! Jess! Oh god! Oh god!!! YES!!!!!" Sara croons. Her body shakes as the climax overtakes her. I feel my little sis' ass clench up around the gigantic dildo as she cums, as her young pussy convulses around a cock that isn't there, as if yearning to be filled. She grinds her ass against me and cries out in ecstasy and I know it then and there. Gratitude floods me. We've won. Sara and I have won the contest.

Moments later, I hear Laurie's orgasm. The raven-haired beauty moans and trembles wildly, but it's too late.

"AH! We have two winners and two losers! Excellent!! OOOOHHH!!!" the President groans. Then his groan turns into a howl of euphoria. He grabs Becky by the shoulders and slams her body onto him as violently as possible. Joining them as one, he forces her ass cheeks to rest flush against his hips as he fills her with his cum. I imagine his spunk rocketing up the soft insides of her pussy, millions of swimming sperm heading for her cervix and womb.

'Oh god... please let it be over. The bastard surely needs some rest after cumming so many times,' I pray.

Becky sags against Chavez's chest as the big Venezuelan gives her left ass cheek an affectionate slap. I turn in time to see excess rivulets of cum seeping from the seal of her cunt lips around the President's cock.

"Where is my favorite cum-swallower?" the President booms.

I know he means me. Without even thinking, I leap onto the bed. Just in time, I place my mouth against the President's drooping cock as it slides free and flaccid from Becky's snatch. An avalanche of hot, sticky seed spills into my mouth and I suck it all up, the strange taste of it easily overcome beneath the relief I now feel knowing that I've saved my sister from a fate worse than death.