A Team's Only Defeat

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Emma Roberts should have been gossiping about boys with her best friend forever, Lauren. Now she watches in disbelief as two girls from the volleyball team at her dad's university are forced to do whatever their brutal rapist desires. After the general pulls out of the black girl for the second time, he approaches the cowering Emma. The general's stern nod soon has the soldier guarding Emma abruptly withdrawing.

General Delgado looks into her innocent brown eyes.

"Little white chica, now you see how to fuck, yes? Your father should thank me. I am a good educator, yes?"

The teen girl, frightened out of her wits, can only speechlessly nod.

A necklace of yellow thread with a golden locket hangs around Emma's neck. Within the locket is a picture of her dad. The general reaches for it, noticing her flinch as his fingers force the locket open so he can gaze at the tiny portrait within.

"Awww... so adorable, little chica's daddy give her this, yes? It is very beautiful... just like you, little chica."

Emma looks dubiously at him.

"Yes... I know... it is true, you are still very young chica. But not TOO young. She now 18, officially legal, you've had your period, yes? Chica has all the parts, no? Little chica is now a woman, though her daddy maybe not think of you that way yet. Yes?"

Emma shakes her head violently. "No. Please sir. I'm... I'm a virgin. I've never been with anyone!"

"But you old enough to FUCK... and that's what matters, chica... you a fine pussy!!"

The general points at the camera pointed down at them from the ceiling. "Daddy watch us from his tiny cell. Maybe he LIKE to see his daughter become a woman, yes? Would you like to show him how you can fuck like a good chica, Emma? Or should I just tell soldiers to kill daddy... since you decide to be difficult?"

Emma's eyes widen in horror at his suggestion... the latter possibility horrifying her much more than the first. "No please sir! I'll do what you want!"

"You sick bastard! Let her go!" screams Shauna, but her screams are muffled as a soldier stuffs her mouth full of cock. Somehow, since Emma and the general began their little conversation, a dozen soldiers have entered the little basement cell. Half of them are having their way with Lisa while the others gangbang the flailing black teenager.

Meanwhile, Dean Roberts, naked, gagged, and tied to a chair in another part of the complex, sits helplessly. A young female soldier named Jimena stands with a gun to his head, warning him of the general's orders: if he keeps his eyes shut or looks away, his daughter will pay even more dearly.

"I be gentle with you, little chica." Delgado sits on a stool, motioning for the girl to come to him. "Come, sit on the General's lap."

Reluctantly she walks over to him and straddles his muscular legs and hips. She seems pathetically small compared to his hulking form sitting on the tiny stool. Delgado's cock is already hard once more, and the vein-swirled surface of that mass of flesh both shocks and fascinates the young Emma.

Seeing her staring at his humongous prick: "Little chica never seen a man's cock up close before, no? She like what she sees though, yes? It seems big, but don't worry, we fit it in, I promise."

He pulls out a small vial of that same butterscotch-scented oil from beneath the stool. "Here, little chica. It is time for you to touch cock for the first time. It's OK... touch it, it not bite! Hehe... spread that oil on my dick, little girl!"

Emma shakes her head. "But--but sir, do I have to? Please Sir... I really don't think I can!"

Suddenly a knife slides free of the mini-sheath in Delgado's boot. "Little chica... would you like this knife in your pussy? It is smaller than my cock... you might like it??"

Emma recoils in horror. "No -- no! Please! Don't put that sharp thing in my pussy!"

"Go ahead, chica... touch my cock... slowly... and be gentle, chica will never see another cock so magnificent!"

Carefully the young brunette lets him pour some oil onto her fingertips. The smell is surprisingly refreshing and it makes Emma hungry. Her stomach growls.

"Ahh, little chica is hungry... don't worry, I feed you soon. Now make sure my cock gets plenty of that oil... you want it to slide in easy, yes?"

Gingerly she begins to glide her fingers up and down his shaft. She marvels at the hardness of it and the tiny ripples of veins criss-crossing everywhere. Finally, his cock fully glistening, he says "That enough, chica. Now you just sit on General's lap."

He puts one hand behind her lower back and pushes her towards him even as he lunges forward. His cock still stands erect, a meaty flagpole that doesn't have a chance of entering her pussy. But as her crotch is thrust forward, she feels herself slam into that flagpole. Now the general grips her buttocks cheeks firmly, using the supple flesh as leverage as he grinds her up and down his flagpole-cock, the friction so startling and new to the girl that she experiences something she has never known in her young life -- the pinnacle of orgasm.

"Oh goooodddd....Generaaaaall!!! Please stop! You're making me.... uuoooohhh!"

"Cum, little chica. It is called cum. It is what you were born to do, my little American slut! Cum for me, Emma."

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Emma moans with a splash of ecstasy.

"Daddy's dick probably hard after watching this!" the general muses.

Now the general proceeds to stroke Emma's soft, pale buttocks cheeks: "You have a fine ass for such a young chica... you will grow up to be a fine, fine pussy."

"Th-thank you, sir," she says, unsure how to respond. "Can I go now?"

"GO?" The general roars as she flinches before him. "What do you think, you lube my cock for nothing!? That would be tragedy, and Delgado HATES tragedy! But first let me taste chica's cute, little titties." The general laves Emma's nipples with the expertise of a porn star, his tongue swirling, making those nipples almost as stiff as his own cock. Emma moans, blushing all the while, wondering if her father's life might depend on her performance.

"Yes, General... please suck my... t-tits?"

"Titties, little chica. Ask me again!" he growls.

"Please suck my titties!" Emma chirps.

As he continues to suck her he slips his index and middle finger into her snatch. Coated in oil, they help prepare her tight hole for the monster to come. Emma's groans go up an octave.

"Oh General... oh please no!" He pulls out his dripping fingers and slips them between her ruby lips.

"That's right, little chica, taste yourself. This the sweet nectar of the gods, yes?"

Now he lifts her by the waist and positions her pussy right above his engorged monstrosity. Slowly he pushes her down only as far as the flange of his cock-head.

She groans in shock, flailing on his cock. But his hands hold her fast and firm. "Ssshh--little chica, it is like this for most new pussies... don't worry, you soon feel like woman... NOW!" Suddenly the general slams poor Emma the rest of the way down onto his cock. The slender brunette screams once before sagging forward in his arms. Obliviously the sex-crazed general grabs the girl by her breasts and lifts her up and down, impaling her on his cock.

"It's OK... little chica, you just sit there... me and my cock will do the rest," grunts the general.

Shauna's eyes go wide as the man blocking her view with his cock temporarily pulls out satisfied.

"No!!!" Shauna wails as she sees the daughter of the good dean now naked, whimpering and about to be impregnated by the cock of her rapist.

"It's OK black chica... now I forgive you for not telling me about this fine little slut. Hey, maybe I forgive you more after I sell you to General Vasquez and keep Emma-slut for myself?"

The general groans his release, a gallon of sperm surging into the dean's overwhelmed daughter so abundantly that the excess is soon spewing back down, drenching not only Emma's peach-fuzzy pubic mound, but also the gnarled and darkened mass of her rapist's pubic hair. A dazed and cum-leaking Emma sags limply in the general's arms. Somehow there is something beautiful about the juxtaposition of Emma's smooth and hairless curvatures splayed helplessly against General Delgado's hairy, masculine form.

The general leans down to lick the girl's nipples once more, and then kisses her full on the lips.

"MMmm... little chica taste sweeter than honey! This pussy is General's newest fuck toy!"

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A SHORT TIME EARLIER, IN DEAN ROBERTS' CELL...

Dean Roberts, the prim and proper academic administrator, can't believe he is in such horrific straits. The proud intellectual sits tied to a stool, butt-naked and gagged, while a young female Venezuelan soldier holds a gun to his head. On the gigantic monitor, he sees the video feed of his poor daughter riding General Delgado's cock.

Emma's firm ass cheeks bounce violently. She has her arms around his neck, whimpering with her face nuzzled against his shoulder as they fuck.

Yet to Mr. Roberts' eternal shame, a surge of primal arousal has overtaken everything moral and decent in him. His manhood sprouts upward, stiff, the turgid head connected to a long, vein-engorged spike of flesh.

'Please no... don't cum inside her,' is all he can think. He has to watch though. The female soldier is still holding a gun to his head, making sure his gaze doesn't stray for even a moment. Poor Emma looks so like her mother now - so sexy - her lush brown hair cascading down her back as her pussy fits snugly around the general's shaft, rising and falling with repeated impalements. The dean has a perfect view of his daughter's cunt lips gliding upward to reveal the pre-cum and cunt juice-sheened baby-maker erupting from the general's pubic curls, only to have that shaft vanish inside Emma's tight young body as the brutality of gravity takes over, leaving only the sadist's balls visible beneath the teen's cute butt cheeks.

'I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry I can't do anything to save you,' he cringes inwardly even as he hates himself as his libido grows to new, inflamed heights the longer this scene unfolds.

It's with a shameful sense of relief that he hears the general cry out in orgasm. Delgado cups the back of Emma's head and presses her face against his chest while he lapses into a long, drawn-out groan and fills her with his steaming spunk. She sags, panting against him now.

The female guard, Jimena, now slowly lowers her weapon. She turns off the monitor. A smirk has made its way across her lips.

"You poor, poor man... watching your daughter get RAPED. How awful," she says, each syllable filled with mockery.

The young female soldier is gorgeous and only a little older than Emma. Her long, straight hair is as dark as a raven's feather, her eyes the rich color of muddy earth, and she looks at the captured academic with a kind of thoughtful cruelty.

"I see though... at least SOME of the show was to your liking, eh Professor?" She looks pointedly at his erection. One of her graceful hands reaches out, grasping the base of his penis. He flinches as she gives it a gentle tug. Her laughter, like some kind of obscene music, echoes through the cell.

"Perhaps you need some mercy, yes? Before my general comes back to have a long, hard talk with you and wrest out all your secrets? Hmm?" The sexy Venezuelan girl proceeds to strip out of her uniform and put her gun aside. Soon she is naked - well, almost - naked except for the boots of midnight black she puts back on to emphasize her superiority over her victim. Now she kneels at the foot of the chair. She considers the length of throbbing man-meat before her.

"You poor, poor man. After watching your sweet daughter get fucked so hard by our glorious general, you really have blue balls, don't you?"

"UGH!!!! NNN!!!!" 'Leave me alone, you bitch!' is what Dean Roberts wants to shout. But instead all that comes out from behind his gag is a garbled protest.

Jimena sucks softly on the dean's testicles, her hand gently jerking his shaft while she does. Soon Dean Roberts' groans of protest reach plaintive levels. Next Jimena glides her tongue up the front of his dick, twirling her tongue around the tip of it and then engulfing the entire topmost egg-shaped crown of it between her lips. She sucks with a long, fervent effort, her cheeks hollowing out. Her free hand cups his balls gently like the precious cum-containers they are.

Dean Roberts groans through his gag more intensely than ever.

'No! Stop this!! I don't want this!' That mantra pounds through his head, but the pounding and excitement in his blood is even stronger.

Yes, his body is telling him something else. Dean Roberts is only thankful that his daughter can't see him now... that Emma, whatever hell she's currently going through, can't share in the shame and witness the sweet agony and appalling surrender now unfolding.

"Mmmm. You taste good for a pencil-dicked American," Jimena grunts as she stands up finally, licking her lips and lapping up a small trace of the dean's pre-cum in the process. "I like your saltiness, Professor. Now... I am going to do you the greatest favor anyone has ever done you in your miserable life - at least what remains of it." Her smirk turns into a full-on and vicious smile from ear to ear. "Now we FUCK. We fuck because it will probably be the last pleasure you will ever know, foreigner. Once the general is done with you, you will be nothing but bones and charred flesh, believe me. He does not go easy on those who become inconvenient to him. Since he wants your daughter for himself - a fuck-toy to add to his collection... well, that makes you - how do you Americans like to call it?"

She pauses, fondling his balls, and then that nasty grin returns: "Yes, you are what we call a 'loose end.' Mmm."

Saying this, the slender Venezuelan turns around and reaches between her legs. She grasps the dean's cock and positions it at the opening between her labia, which are already slick with her juices. Anticipation flows through the naked young soldier as she takes control of her prisoner's helpless shaft, guiding it to her pussy. She sinks down on him with a gasp of sheer bliss.

"Oh fuck. Yes, Professor! Your cock loves my snug and hot little ball-milking hole. Ooohhh. Bury it in me, you naughty old man. Oooh, what if your sweet daughter could see us now?" she taunts him.

Meanwhile, Dean Roberts feels his heart pounding through his chest like a javelin through the ribcage and a spike of lust already nearly sends his cock spasming inside the woman raping him. He stares at that alluring ass now pumping back and forth. Jimena's pussy glides languidly up and down, entrapping his manhood inside her wet and more than willing cunt.

"Ohhh fuck, Professor. You like it, hmm? I bet you're in love now, aren't you? I bet your wife's pussy isn't this tight or warm, is it," she calls over her shoulder with a chuckle as cold as moonlight. She keeps this up for maybe 10, 15 minutes, relishing in the groans of protest that becomes her captive's only song. Then, just when Dean Roberts doesn't think he can stand another moment, she lifts off of him. She stands up.

Turning around, Jimena gives her captive a good, long view of full-frontal nudity. The bearded 53-year-old academic administrator can only stare at those full, lush breasts on the body of a goddess with a cunt shaved so cleanly as to rival the smoothness of silk. The girl's sweat-sheened form is no surprise given the lack of air conditioning in the dank and humid cell deep below ground. She mounts him again, this time letting her sultry gaze fully ensnare and enslave his own.

"That was just a preview, my little-dicked American. Now let me show you a truly good time." Saying this, the lithesome girl sinks her cunt down until their bodies are fully joined once more. She groans with satisfaction, her eyes sparkling. She begins a rhythm, pumping her pussy up and down his cock, impaling herself, raping him and controlling the pace of their coupling.

'NOOOO!!!!' he screams inwardly, his mind reeling.

"It's okay now, Professor of the tiny pecker. Let it ALL go... give me your seed. Mmm, yes, CUM for me, old man. This will be the last true pleasure you will ever know. I own this cock for now, until the general comes and cuts it off!" she growls. Her nipples stand out now, two hardened pink diamonds of lust as she rides him harder. The loud smacking sound of her pussy slamming onto his dick and encasing him in her feminine sheath now bounces off the cell walls.

The stricken intellectual's hands clench up into fists as his cunt-sheathed cock throbs beneath new depths of exquisite torment. Jimena grabs him by the shoulders and uses them for leverage to impale herself even harder. Caught up in the moment, her English deteriorates and her accent thickens.

"Yes, yes! I feel it. It about to happen!!! You feel it too, pencil-dick? Oh god. Yes, I feel that big boner straining in my pussy. It gonna BLOW, you naughty bastard!"

Then it happens...

The good dean can no longer help himself. Even as a shred of his still conscious mind wonders what will become of his daughter, he finds himself losing control. He shouts through his gag. An unintelligible string of curses flies forth even as his cock shoots uncontrollably, erupting like a geyser inside Jimena's hot young pussy.

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Shauna awakes dazed, every inch of her body aching. She isn't sure how long she's been lying on the floor of the basement cell. As she opens her eyes she sees Emma in the corner. The brave little teen is all wet from the bucket of water the general dumped on her to rouse her from her slumber.

A wooden horse has been rigged up, with Lisa straddling it and the giant electric dildo set to a furious speed. Lisa moans through her gag.

"Ahhh, dark chica awakes. Come, I have this extra long horse set up specially for you two." The general gestures at another giant, pink, metal-tipped dildo protruding from the horse's horizontal beam

Shauna starts to protest as two soldiers appear as if from thin air, undoing her restraints only temporarily so as to plop her on the artificial cock and secure her arms to the suspension chain.

Shauna cries out as she feels the metal-tipped rod embed itself deeply. She's facing Lisa now and she can see the helpless fear on her teammate's face. General Delgado walks beside Shauna, gently groping her breasts.

"Does black chica want to tell Lisa how you set them up, how you told me to kidnap and rape all of your teammates?" the general asks, grinning.

Lisa's eyes bulge out of their sockets.

"I don't know what you're talking about you crazy asshole!" Shauna rages convincingly.

"Aaahhh, then maybe El Magnifico can jog chica's memory?" A soldier opens a door and in bounds a huge bull mastiff, its ugly face dripping drool as it barks vehemently at the young girls.

"I train Magnifico to fuck insolent young pussies." Shauna's jaw nearly drops to her breasts in shock.

"General, please stop this insanity!" she wails.

"Then confess your crimes, slut!"

Lisa looks at the black teenager questioningly, and for a moment an awkward silence creates a gulf between them alleviated only by the loud buzzing of the wooden horse's vibrator-cocks.

"Y-yes... it-it's true... I set you up," she says simply, her cute visage drooping with the admission. Lisa's eyes widen once more in utter disbelief. The general helpfully yanks off the duct tape over the blonde girl's mouth.

"You bitch!" Lisa hisses, bristling as anger vies with her pain.

Shauna and Lisa are suspended facing each other on the horse and sit only inches apart.