Smells Like Team Spirit

I'm the new girl on the team. Squad. I don't even know what to call it yet. I've heard things about these girls, and when they walk by me in the locker room I can believe every single thing.
I'm on the bench in my uniform, lacing my sneakers like I've been told. I'm trying to hold it together while they all walk in and surround me. Four seniors and I'm the new prey. As I stare into the tongue of my shoe so intensely you would expect it to begin wagging, they cross their arms. One by one they interlace their tight, muscled arms and drop them onto their chest. I can't breathe.
I heard with one girl they took her shoes and tied them to the top of the flag pole. Then they made her climb up the pole to get them.
They've been doing this every year since they were sophomores on the team. They would destroy the freshmen girls on the team, without shame or pity or regret. The girl last year had naked pictures of herself which she had sent to her boyfriend plastered all over the school. I knew what I was getting into when I joined.
"You're taking your time with that shoe. Are you stupid or something?"
I shook my head and placed my foot square on the floor, keeping my gaze lowered.
"You know why we're here, don't you?"
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, my lashes damming them up only for so long.
"And you're afraid, aren't you, Princess?"
I nodded again. Better to just be honest with them, and realistic about my fate.
"You're a pathetic little cunt, aren't you?"
I nodded yet again. I could hear their perfect pink lips sliding over their capped teeth as they all smiled. The other girls had been work in previous years, trying to break something that refused to crack. This was just going to be pure fun.
No work, all icing.
"Get on your knees." I lowered myself swiftly onto the floor, never lifting my gaze. The thick polyester of the uniform itched. It felt claustrophobic to wear, tight on my chest in a way that made me want to stop breathing for comfort.
I can hear them talking, debating in hushed tones. I hear lockers open and laughter begin and I wonder what I'm in for.
The oldest one grabs me by the throat and pulls me to my feet, her fingers pressing tightly, cutting off my air and blood. I cough a little, sputtering onto her arm, which she barely notices. If I didn't think she was a bitch before...
I look up into her eyes and she lets go of my throat only to slap me across the face, her nails curling a bit to leave red claw marks behind. I gasp a little, not even reach up to feel if I'm bleeding. I will simply see the red droplets on my crisp white uniform later and have to explain them away.
"Don't fucking look at me. You don't deserve it. Eyes down, brat."
My eyes hit the floor and another one grabs my arms, pulling them behind. She has full tits and long hair in a ponytail which is perched on the back of her head in a purple ribbon. My arms are pressing into her tits, and I can feel her hips press into my ass, which is pushing back, away from the older blond one.
Then they begin. Each one comes up and one by one they begin to slap, spit, and pull my hair. As the one with soft tits holds me back, they tell me to open my mouth and spit. They pull my hair to the side and bite my neck so hard I scream. They pull up my shirt and slap my tits back and forth, pinching the nipples until they're red and swollen. And finally when they've gone through the line-up, the blond one comes back and reaches underneath my skirt. Her hand slides up between my legs and pushes my panties out of the way in the most delicate move she's made yet. And just as delicate as she was in that moment, she is just as rough in the next. She shoves her fingers into my cunt roughly, nails scraping as she enters me. I whimper.
"Aww, the little bitch is fucking wet. What a fucking brat, she's actually enjoying this."
They all smile. I can feel it.
"Lets put her to good use, ladies."
The one behind me lets go of my arms and I collapse a bit, blood rushing back to where there was numbness. they push me onto all fours on the bench and the blond sits in front of me, shoving two fingers into my mouth. "Suck" she says firmly, without a hint of inhibition. I do as she says, licking and sucking those fingers as if it were going to get me out of this, but I know better.
I feel a hand on my forehead lifting up my head and I can only glance down and see someone put a thick purple strap-on in the blonde's outstretched hand. The blonde's fingers hold down my jaw and she slowly slides it into my mouth. "Suck it, Princess." Her voice is firm and I do, with all my effort and energy.
"Good girl. You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" I nod, eagerly showing her how deep I can take it, how much I can lap, as wetness pools at the corner of my mouth and begins to run down my chin.
I feel my skirt being pushed up. Someone pushes open my knees, which can barely balance on the hard, wooden bench already. I struggle to focus on the cock in my mouth while they push and pull me from behind. She sees me waiver and my eyes falter.
"Stay with me, Princess."
I stare at her and then look down again, focusing on the hard rubber in my mouth. I suck it, lips running up and down over the purple sparkles.
And then I feel it. They pull down my panties and one of the other girls, thick strap on tied between her legs, begins to fuck me. Hard. She pushes in without hesitation, and I gasp. She holds onto my hips to steady both of us, her fingers gripping and squeezing and holding tightly. She is fucking me ruthlessly, pounding my tight, virgin cunt. The blond keeps telling me to stay with her, to ignore the wetness, the searing, tearing of my slit. I want to call them cunts and bitches and fucking pieces of shit, but I know they would only fuck harder, so I simply choke on the cock in my mouth.
The blond grabs my hair in one hand and pulls my head back. "If you can cum for me, I'll let you go, Princess." I nod, focusing on the cock in my pussy. She pulls the one from my mouth and I only now realize how little I've been breathing. I gasp for full breaths, desperate to expand my lungs.
She stands in front of my, pulling up her skirt and pulling down her panties and shoves her cunt in my face. I lick, covering my face with her wetness. I ache to lick her better, harder, more. I run my tongue up and down her clit, sucking with everything I have left as I am pounded from behind.
I strain against both of them, pushing more, twisting and bobbing back and fourth as I whimper into her pussy. I ache and strain and pull and push. The blond puts a hand on the back of my head and pulls me into her cunt harder. I lick as she pushes against my face. I can feel her cum dripping down my chin as I tighten my pussy. The blond makes a gesture and another girl comes over and begins to rub my clit.
This is enough for me. I buck wildly, my head held tight by the blond, and cum in front of them, a cock shoved all the way inside me. I side it wildly, bucking and screaming and panting and begging.
When I am finished I remain on all fours, breathing heavily. The blond roughs up my hair a little, smiling and pulling her skirt back down. She lifts my chin up and I look up at her. My mouth is covered in her cum, and I breathe heavily in her hand.
"Good girl. You're going to be fine."