The Basketball Team

Part 9

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                  The Basketball Team #9


The bus was very different from the one they had come into town
on. That bus had been almost knew, with nice seats, lots of leg
room and tinted windows. This bus was a battered, yellow thing,
with cold vinyl seats, rusted metal and cracked, dirty windows.
And, of course, the bus they had ridden in on hadn't had
handcuffs dangling from the metal rails on the backs of the
seats. 

But this one did. Each girl, all ten of them, sat on the aisle
seat, a slender wrist cuffed to the seat in front of them. The
girls still had the vibrators and butt plugs in side of them,
causing them to squirm on the uncomfortable seats. Most of them
were crying, although a few curses from Larry had silenced the
worst of the noise. 

Bubba was driving; Dimona sat directly behind him. She had him 
and she be dam if she lose him to one of these pasty pussies. She
keep her eye on the boy.

Larry and a few of his helper walked up and down the aisle, 
generally keeping order. Frank and Tiny sat at the back. The 
bodyguard still had Alice O'Donald on his lap and his cock 
was still buried deep in her ass. The redhead moan and let 
out the occasional gasp when the bus his a pothole or bump 
in the road, but was otherwise silent, paralyzed with fear.

The bus drove through the ghetto as night slowly fell. 

**

"First stop," Larry called out as the bus ground to a halt.

The girls stared, wide eyed and terrified as three black men
climbed into the bus. They all looked young and extremely tough,
obviously gang members. One of them spoke: "This'll better be
good, ball man." Larry looked angry, but didn't say anything. "We
makes lotta cash on your school... won't lay off for nothin'."

Toby was head of the Gipps. He had held off any gang activity 
against the game with Larry's promises of a white pussy. Now he
was here to collect.

Larry swallowed. "That be good," he told them. "You won't be
disappointed." He nodded towards the girls. "Got some choice 
meat for you. Word is, you guys need a couple locomotives... 
somethin' cute to pull a train. Well, I gots just the thing 
for you'lls." He looked at the girls. "How about..."

Elizabeth struggled wildly as her handcuff was unlocked and she
was dragged to the front of the bus. The three gang members
looked the tall redhead up down, squeezing her small, firm tits
through the thin material of the basketball uniform. Finally, the
leader turned to Larry: "Alright, man," he said, grinning. "We
gots a deal. This little bitch'll be perfect for a little bash
we're throwin' tonight. "Sure you'll don't be overloaded we take 
the extra meat off your hands. Keep's it nice and cool for a 
while." 

The girl screamed loudly as they dragged her off the bus and into
a nearby building. Larry watched as they disappeared from sight
and then tapped Bubba on the shoulder. Time to move on...

**

The next gang was less easy to please. They wanted two girls, and
insisted on trying them out before agreeing to stay away from
Larry's school. 

Larry offered them Jennifer and Marcie. In short order, they had
the tall, blue eyed girl bent in two over the guard rail at the
front of the bus. Her short skirt was ripped off, the butt blug
jerked from her ass and replaced by a large, black cock.
Jennifer, her face obscured by a wave of long black hair, would
have been screeching in pain except for the equally large black
cock sliding in and out of her throat. As it was, the teenager
could do nothing except jerk back and forth between the two gang
members as they sawed their cocks in and out of her unwilling
body.

Marcie, on the other hand, was lying on her back on the aisle
floor, her legs wrapped around a gang member's ass and was
fucking him for all she was worth. She hadn't been quite so
"enthusiastic" at the beginning, but the man had been very
persuasive, and she was now humping back at him like a proper
little fuck bunny.

In the end, the gang was satisfied with the deal, and their two
new playtoys were dragged off the bus to begin their new lives as
gang sluts.

Larry nodded at Bubba and the bus began to move again...

**

The bus pulled into an alley and rolled to a stop. The door swung
open and Marty entered, followed closely by Walt. "'bout time,
spook," the director growled around an unlit cigar, "We've
been waiten' forever. Some neighbourhood you got here. Thought 
you'd forgot the deal."

Lary frowned. "Listen..."

"Let it be," Lucy told him wearily. "I's tired a you two
fightin'. Let's just get this over with."

The coach nodded. "Do you know who y'wants?"

Marty grinned. "Oh yeah. I know who I want..."

Regina watched with a growing sense of horror as the balding
director walked over to where she sat, fastened to the bus seat.
Grinning, he knelt down and took her chin in his hand. "You're
commin' with me, kid," he told her. "Gonna make you a star. Got a
whole series planned around you. It's gonna be called 'Tomboy'.
All 'bout a teenage bulldyke who fucks all her friends at school.
With your talent, it'll be massive; make me a fortune! You'll 
love it... and if not there's always Rover, that nice doggie you 
liked so much."

The teenager fought back the tears as one of Larry's helpers
undid her handcuff. The prospect of being a porn star in a series
of lesbian flicks... no boyfriends... no life... she'd never be
with a man ever! Regina began to cry as Walt, grabbed her wrist
and dragged her off the bus.

Marty watched her go and then turned back to the other girls. "Of
course," he grinned, "she'll need a costar... some pretty little
thing to be the 'Tomboy's' girl slave... her little helper... He
turned his attention to Whitney. "I think you'll do nicely."

"Noooooo!!!" The blonde girl let out a loud scream, but it was
all in vain. She was quickly unfastened from her seat and dragged
out to join her screen 'lover' to be in the back of Marty's van.
The director grinned. Those two girls really hated each other.
It'd be huge... fuckin' huge... And then the nice doggie would 
add to their reps. Yea that was a great phone call from Lucy. 

Now, just one more thing...

"Spook," he said, "Do you have any extra? I mean I've got this 
friend who runs a... well, sorta ranch upstate. He trains 
ponygirls for rich men. He lets me do some filmin' up there if I 
help keep him in supply. Whaddya say? I'll get you some of the 
outtakes."

Larry started to shake his head - he wasn't givin' this asshole
anything he didn't have to - but Lucy leaned forward and
whispered in his ear. The basketball coach looked surprised, and
then smiled. "She says the mother fucking rancher be black. Is
that so?"

The director nodded. "Yea... he's got a way with pony girls, and 
his stallion, is also black, and likes white pussy too."

Grinning, Larry walked forward and leaned down in front of
Kathryn. The tall brunette cringed back in her seat as he began
to speak: "Honey, how'd y'like to spend the next few years bein'
pulling a cart as a pony girl on a ranch? Lot's of fresh air...  
horse dicks to suck. Why I bet the guy who runs the place...
he'd fix y'up with all kinds a' leather shits, harnass, tack,
helmet... then he'd stick a tail up yo' white ass. Then when you 
be adjusted to pulling in canter you be running races. After a 
few years, he might sell you off... or maybe just breed you with 
some studs... or if you real bad you be doing the dirty with a 
pig..."

Kathryn's eyes grew wider and more frightened with every word.
She'd never imagined anything like...

"Oh," Larry went on, "did I mention he be black?"

"Nooooo!" Kathryn found her voice, letting out a wail of fear.

"Yeah," Larry laughed, straightening up, "you're gonna be a pony
slave to a brother." The coach turned back to Marty. "Take
the bitch, but I want those videos to 'member her by. Bet she 
look good in that leather shit," he said.

Marty didn't waste any time. In a few minutes, his van was
driving away down the alley, carrying two future porn stars and a
future pony girl.

**

Larry turned to Lucy. "The rest are yours," he said.

The black woman smiled and surveyed her new girls: 

Terry, the tall blonde, stared back, eyes wide in fear, but still
rubbing her crotch through her short skirt.  She dragged the girl up by her wavy, blonde hair
and pulled her to the front of the bus. With a shove, she pushed
the girl out onto the pavement, where a couple of her girls
waited. "Get the bitch dudded out like a 'hore. She be working 
tonight! No need to waste time... she take to it natural. With
her pasty white looks and hungry pussy, it'll be months fore
she's be a ordinary fuck." The whores laughed, grabbing the
frightened blonde girl by the hair and ripping her uniform off.

Lucy turned back and looked at Sandra. The big titted redhead
sat, frozen in fear as she watched her friend being stripped by
the black whore outside the bus. "You too," Lucy said, "I'll..."

The black woman stopped talking. Her gaze lit on Melanie and then
drifted towards the back of the bus where Frank and Tiny sat. The
bookie was counting his money, but his bodyguard had a woman on
his lap. He'd ripped open her blouse and, using her tits as
handles, was forcing the poor woman to fuck herself up and down
on his cock. A calculating look came over her as she unfastened
the auburn haired teenager from the seat and dragged her to the
back of the bus.

"You'll related?" she asked, pushing Melanie towards the woman on
Tiny's lap.

"Y-yes," the teenager sniffled. "M-my mother..."

"Ahh..." Lucy looked at the woman. "You like fuckin' that there
black mother fucker there? Or you be wanting to come with me?"

"Oh, no..." the woman moaned, tossing her head. "P-please... get
me outta here... I have money..."

"Tells you what," Lucy said. "You does what I says, I'll takes 
you wit me. Then I makes sure you and your daughter stays 
together. You be a team."

"Hey..." Tiny stopped bouncing the woman on his dick and looked
around from behind her. "What you say? The bitch be mine. I found
her. Now she just be a natural stension of my johnson..."

"Shut up fool... I be talking to the bitch!" She looked at Alice.
"All you gots to do," Lucy said, "is kiss this here bitch. Got
it?" The two women, mother and daughter looked doubtful. Then
Tiny shifted slightly, driving his monster cock even further into
her abused asshole. Moaning, Alice grabbed her daughter and
pulled her in for a motherly kiss.
 
Lucy leaned forward as their lips met. "Thas nice, now..."
she encouraged. "Longer... more tongue..." The black woman
watched closely as the mother and daughter kissed... and
kissed... and kissed... "Rub them titties like you loves her or 
black mama spank yours."

Tiny was sent over the edge and came in the woman's ass, groaning
as he spurted hot cum into her asshole. Alice moaned slightly,
but kept kissing her daughter. Anything to get away from...

"Thas fine," Lucy said, pulling them apart. "You're hired." She
grabbed each woman by the hair and dragged them down to the front
of the bus. 

"Hey... bitch be mine. What I going to cover my dick wit now..." 
Tiny argued.

"Jus you wait," Lucy called back at the bodyguard. "You'll get
yours." She pulled the two women off the bus and pushed them
towards the other whores. "Take these two to Mark," she ordered.
"Tell him they're for the party/club circut... a mother and
daughter team. Tell him to start the dildo trainin' right away."
The black woman turned to Alice and Melanie. "I said you'll be
together and you will. With yo looks and Mark's trainin', you'll
be famous: the best mother/daughter fuck team ever. You'll be
fuckin' each other from one end of the city to the other... make
me a fortune." The two women began to wail, but they were quickly
led away to begin their new lives as performers.

Lucy walked back onto the bus and up to Sandra. "Lissen girl,"
she said, "Y'wanna end up like yo friend?"

The redhaired teenager looked through the dirty bus window to
where Terry was being dressed up in typical whore fashion: black
vinyl miniskirt, rid pumps, pink halter top... She shook her
head. No... she didn't want to end up like that. No way.

"Maybe you want's to be cover on this here boys johnson." Lucy 
said, indicating Tinys slimy flacid black dick. "Then you better
be nice to your new boyfriend," Lucy told her, pulling the girl
from her seat and pushing her towards the back of the bus to
where Tiny sat. The bodyguards dick, glistening with spent cum,
drooped on his lap. Sandra swallowed uneasily, but then walked
forward. Anything was better than being turned into a whore.

Tiny grinned and gestured at his crotch. Without a word, the girl
dropped to her knees and lowered her mouth towards the slimy
organ. Tiny put a hand on her head to stop her. "Tell me,
girlfriend," he grinned. "Does you love me? Does you wanna suck 
my long black cock?"

"Y-yes..." the girl stammered. "I... I love you Tiny. Please let
me s-suck your... your cock." The bodyguard released her head and
let her take his cock in her warm, wet mouth. 

Lucy nodded and then turned away. 

The fat black woman walked up to where Shanda sat, cowering in
her seat. "How's my little pussy girl?" The blonde girl said
nothing as her black mistress pulled a collar out of a purse and
fastened it around her neck. Then she attached a metal chain and
led the girl off the bus and into her new life as Lucy's pussy
slave.

"Bye Larrr," Lucy said as she walked off the bus, "been a
pleasure."

"What about me?" It was Frank. He'd finished counting and was
walking towards the front of the bus. "I thought I was gettin'
the coach. What happened to her?"

Larry shrugged uneasily. "I dunno. If she..."

"Hey Larry," Bubba called out from the drivers seat. "I know's
where she be at. We can go get's her now if'n you wants."

Larry turned, surprised. "You sure?"

The fat man nodded.

"OK," he said, "let's go does it."

**

Synthia woke up with a cock sawing in her dry hole.

"AGGEGEGEEEEGGGGGGGGGG..." She tried to scream but the dirty
socks in her mouth muted her attempts at vocal communication.

She was on some dirty mat, all spread out while skinny black kid
was fucking her hole like there was a cutoff time and he was
going to get in so many hundred strokes.

She shifted and looked up at her fucker...

His eyes were red. His pupils were dilated with the meth he shot 
up with.  His black ass was moving like the piston in a car... 
in... out... in... out...

Earfucker had arrived. He had coked up his dick, bandages and all
so he could go the distance. He shot up the meth. He was good 
for... bout a week way he figured it. 

Nobody knew he had the bitch. Nobody due back here for a week. No
Larry to grab him off... no wolf to bite his ass... and bitch 
better not think bout biting him when he tire of her pussy.... 
maybe tomorrow... or next day. He set for now. Coke keep him 
hard till then and he scored nuff for his fucking week... 

Maybe bitch going to be drowning in his cum by then......

CREEEEKKKKKKKKKK

"What that? Better not be no wolf.. he kill that fucker. Bitch be
his... He be going..." 

"See Mr Larry... Here they be, just like I say... Nasty fuck 
be stealing your pussy. See?" Bubba went on with glee. He had
been right. He helped. He was elated. Maybe they let him fuck...
Nah...  Dimona catch wind of that she cut off his balls. She a
mean bitch when she mad. Just go home and fuck her. She was
his...

Larry and Frank grabbed the earfucker's arms and dragged him off
'his bitch'. He fought to resume his mount.

"Mister Larry, Mister Frank... Bitch be mine... I gots her. I 
helped. I kept her from going to the cops. I all set up... don't 
be taking her from me..." the earfucker cried. He stood between
the two large black men like a child crying over his toy, except
for that small bandaged stiff black dick.

"Boy be right, Frank," Lary stated.

Synthia finally succeeded in spitting out the socks. "No! Don't
let that little fucker at me. I'll do anything... His fuck stick
don't seem to ever go down. He'll ruin me. Take me away. I'll do
anything for you.......Please don't let him in my cunt." 

"Yea, the boy did help," Frank agreed, ignoring Synthia's
protest. "She might of got away... sneaking out when we was busy.
What say we leave these love birds here for the night? By then,
the boy probably fucked his self to death or something." 


"No... he'll ruin me. I'll never go back to shape. He'll tear out
my pussy with those bandages." 

"Boy... I give you the night, but don't you be messing with her
ass hole. That be mine. I find you licorice stick in there I cuts
it off. You hear me BOY?" 

"Yes sir, Mr Frank... Yes Sir... Yes..." the earfucker called
over his shoulder as he resumed his mount.

"NO!! No... Please...co-come.. baaack... hel... HELP MEEEE..."
Synthia tried to cry out.

"You sure is generous, Frank. How's 'bout giving me my cut of the
side bets, now?" Lary asked.

"Oh yea... well, I didn't really make that much you know and I 
gots spenses... How bout I gives you'll $1000 for now and then 
come next Tuesday we settles up for real?" Frank offered.

"Don't be shitting me Frank, bout no spenses. I wants an honest 
count. The sports program be needing that money." Larry said.

"Here go... Next Tuesday..." Frank said walking away. 



**

Lary walked back to the darkened gym and heard a scuffle going 
on.

"What be that" He called out, grabbing a baseball bat to arm 
himself. He found the switch and flooded the auditorium with 
light. There he found three black youths stripping Tom's suit
from his struggling gagged body.

"What the fuck you doing?" Larry asked.

"Man got a $1000 set of threads man. I wants it."

"I gets the shoes. Maybe real snake skin."

"I gets the wallet. Must be $100s in there."

"Now what you going do with this white fucker after?? Leave him 
here?? Not hardly. Take him out to the white bus. There be 
'nother naked white boy there. You takes um to that bar in 
the queer district. I done told un they gets the one, but they's 
not be too unhappy with the extra," Larry ordered.

"Aw coach... we got's dates."

"Don't be shitting me. Ugly fuckers like you can't get no girls 
and Lucys whores open all night. Now get to it and take that bus 
to Earnie's. He be happy for the scrap. Now get to it. Jump when
I says so."

Larry watched as the bus rolled out of sight. By morning, it
would be scrap, destroying all evidence of the night's
activities.

Whistling, the basketball coach turned and began walking towards
his apartment. He was looking forward to school the next day, and
the celebrations that would follow his team's great victory.

Of course, he reminded himself, he musn't get too full of
himself. It's not whether you win or lose... but how you plays 
the game.  

Whistling, he walked on...

                              -------   THE END--------