~Subject: The Basketball team #1 nc r s etc ~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer) * * * * * * * * The following in a collaboration of Parker and myself (Paladin). THE BASKETBALL TEAM #1 PARKER & PALADIN Synthia Piper was almost at the top. She had worked her ass off all year, scheming and planning for this moment. She had arranged to get her team into a league that included a lot of poor, inner city schools. She had seen that her kids received the best training money could buy. She had bribed many of the officials of the big tournament; even a number of the other coaches had succumbed to her bribes and, on one distasteful occasion, her body. And now she was in a position to give the parents of Virgin Miller College what they wanted, and what they had paid for. The Silver Cup. So she had been forced to do a nooner with that fat overweight jock on the tournament committee. He had been so sweaty and that flab... Well that was behind her. Now she could concentrate on the sweet young girls. Lots of sweet young bodies to intimidate and seduce. Why it made her smooth pussy water just thinking of the future. The Silver Cup for their trophy case would give her the keys to the future. Champions of the high school girls basketball league, division three would be just the start. Each parent had coughed up the bucks to get their spoiled bitches to the pinnacle of their conference. Now, with a little luck, a little intimidation and a whole shitload of money, she would overcome the opposition and get the Silver Cup for her school... and for her own future. It had worked so far, and now there was only one team left to play for the cup. OK, the opposition was a tough group of ghetto kids, but the officials would give her every break. A hefty bribe had seen to that. Not that it was necessary; half the girls at the inner city school probably spent more time in jail than on the court and, if possible, her friends would see that some of them were taken right off the court for drugs. Everything was in place. She would tonight dine on champaign and strawberries and that sweet Sandra. Big tits, red hair... that girl had the tastiest cunt.... And, with the trophy, would come the recognition and respect she deserved. Synthia had been an athlete in college, with scholarships and a bright future, but one fucking incident, one little episode of cheating had seen her career in ruins. She would show them. Once she got a reputation for training winning teams, she could take her pick of jobs, and those assholes at BCN could go fuck themselves. She could imagine their faces... And now it was the big day. She had roused the little bitches out of bed and had them standing in front of the well kept school grounds with their bags, waiting for the chartered bus to take them to the title game. It was a long trip, and she wanted to get there early, just to make sure the fix was in. Everything was going her way... The usual bus arrived with a sigh and the door opened. A hugh black man emerged and smiled at her. "You'll the team for the tournament?" he inquired. His eyes roved over the nubile young white flesh of the waiting athletes. If anything his color, a deep black, seemed to go to purple. The girls, who had been talking and laughing moments before, fell silent, staring. "Y... Yes!! Where is Steve, our usual driver??" she asked. "Oh he's got a sick wife and I volunteered to take his place as I's got folks in town that I ain't seen in a while. I'm a good driver and I'll get you's there with smiles on your faces. Yes sir. I aims to please you'll folks. Now let's get those cases in the cargo box and get's started for the traffic builds up." With that he proceeded to take her bag and open the door to the under side of the bus. There was a big duffle bag already in the compartment. Did it move?? No it must be something else. Synthia saw hugh the big black moved efficiently through the crowd of shrinking, silent white girls and separated them form their bags. Soon all the baggage was stowed in the belly and the cargo door closed. Without a backward glance he lumbered through the milling group of girls and stepped onto the bus. The springs groaned with his bulk and the bus seemed to shift. A couple of the girls giggled as he shifted his enormous bulk into the driver's seat. "All aboard for the tournament," he shouted at the tittering girls, "Hurry up fo' the good seats." Synthia hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders and raised her clipboard. She called out the girls' names, checking them off as they walked past her onto the buss. "Terry." A tall, willowy blonde girl with large green eyes nodded her head and got on the bus. "Shanda." "Kathryn." "I don't want to go if... he's driving." Synthia looked up. The speaker, a tall, brunette looked over at the black man with a sneer of distaste on her haughty face. The teacher leaned in and whispered: "I understand. But we have to get to the game. Just hold your nose." The girl giggled and then nodded. She got onto the bus, pinching her nostrils between her fingers. The driver looked away but his teeth gleamed at the fully expanded blouse of the girl. <Yes sir that is going to be some sweet meat there, he thought.> "Regina... Sandra... Elizabeth..." Finally, the whole team was on the bus, all ten girls. Synthia swung onto the front seat and put her clipboard away. There was a tittering and some disputes over who sat with whom but finally they were all in and seated. Synthia said, "OK, all here." She looked at the bus driver and wrinkled her nose. Oh well... "What's your name?" "Just call me Larry. I hope we get to know each other better as the trip goes on." Larry had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. His eyes seemed to look right through her and she shuddered under their gaze, turning away as he closed the door and released the brake. The bus seemed to sigh and then the engine rumbled to life. The girls laughed and clapped as their transportation turned down the road and picked up speed, carrying them towards their adventure. They sensed that this would be a high point in their lives. They were going to make school history. Little did they know how right they were. Larry drove like a madman. He had them on the highway and into the city with ease. As a couple of hours passed, most of the girls soon got bored with travel. Kathryn loudly muttered something to Sandra about "monkey driving at the wheel". Synthia almost turned to tell her to keep it down, but then shrugged: what did it matter if they hurt the bus driver's feeling? After all, they called them porch monkeys in the ghetto... so he would be use to it. Most of the girls didn't notice when the bus took an early exit. Synthia thought that something was wrong when it drove into the half burnt-out ghetto, but when she stood up to complain, Larry stepped on the gas. She tumbling her back into her seat. A couple of the girls screamed, but most were too scared with the violent motions to make any noise. They just sat, paralysed, as the speeding bus bounced and jiggled over potholes and half-paved road. Finally, Larry turned a corner and applied the brakes in an alley behind a large brick building. The engine died. He heaved himself out of his seat and turned around: "Now we have a little rest stop here!!" A large .45 appeared in his hand; he grabbed Synthia's arm, pulled her out of her seat and spun her around to face the now screaming girls. "Shut the fuck up!" The panicked girls ignored his order. He raised the pistol in the air and fired. The explosion of the .45 in the confined space of the bus deafened the girls and, finally, stopped the screaming. Satisfied with the silence, Larry turned to open the door. Seeing her chance, Kathryn sought to flee through the emergency door at the back of the bus. As she dropped to the pavement, however, the slender brunette was greeted by a large group of black kids, mostly teenagers. Some had sticks, some knives; some even had guns. Letting out a shriek, she tried to climb back into the bus, but was pulled down into the crowd. Sandra, a redhead with large breasts, watched in horror from the inside of the bus as her team member was quickly lost from sight behind a crowd of black teenagers. Some other kids had jemmied open the cargo doors and were taking out the bags and going over the contents of the now subdued white girls. A large duffle bag was split open and a bound, gagged and naked Steve, the real bus driver, was uncovered. Inside the bus, Larry hadn't been wasting his time. After seeing that the escaping girl was well taken care off, he had been stripping the basketball coach. Synthia had struggled at first, but the feel of the .45 at her forehead encouraged cooperation. While he worked, Larry looked up at the frightened teenage girls and spoke: "Now I think you'll needs to rest for a while. What say you'll strip's down for yo comfort and shit?? Else wise the girls will take pleasure in treating you'll to a new set of rags made from those fashionable duds you has on." The girls didn't move. Larry had Synthia down to her bra and panties when he finally threw her out to the waiting crowd. Taking a couple of steps down the aisle, he reached down and grabbed a screaming girl, Regina Jones, from her seat and roughly tore her blouse and then her bra from her slight frame. Regina, a tomboy all her life, was a slender girl, with thin hips and no breasts to speak of. Larry sneered at her. "Looks like we got a boy hiding here. Tear off the panties and if see if there is a dick hiding down there," Larry cried as he tossed her to the waiting crowd. The brown haired girl screamed and struggled as black hands tore off her panties and began to explore her lightly haired slit to assure themselves their wasn't a dick in there. She was nearly catatonic with fear from the feeling of her slit and the crowd of boys and girls there, laughing and looking her over. She was so scared she could not even scream. It took a particularly vicious pinch to her left nipple to bring a vocal response. "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed and tried to cover the now aching nipple. It was a futile effort, with the many black hands exploring her now public nudity. Seeing what was happening to their team mate, the thoroughly frightened girls now hurried to obey Larry's orders, they saw what awaited them off the bus so maybe they would be safer to do as ordered and stay in the bus. They began to undress, and, covering themselves up as best they could with their hands, they dropped their smart clothes under the seats to save them for future use. The crowd, who seemed to be taking every thing in their baggage, swallowing up their other fashionable clothes. After they finished undressing, Larry herded the semiclad girls off leave the bus. As they stepped onto the pavement, each girl was grabbed by either a black girl or boy and the precious underwear was torn off. The sound of ripping and cries of outrage filled the air. Satisfied that his charges were in hand, Larry sought out Synthia. He quickly found her in the middle of a knot of black males were she was busily servicing the whole group from her hands and knees. She was sucking, fucking and jacking off a couple of the studs. One was even trying to fit his little black snake in her ear without much success. "Get out' the way niggar!" Larry exclaimed as he pulled the earfucker out of the way. Angrily, he pushed the men away. The dicks gave up their places in their reluctant holes and Larry dragged the dazed basketball coach over to the bus steps. Her face glistened with come as he jerked her around and turned to the crowd. She thought back fondly to the nooner with the official... If only she had gone over there and gave him the blow job he wanted today. <Oh God If only she had...> He shouted: "You'll simmer down and bring the white bitches over here. NOW!!! I want's to set the record straight here with them and dis here slimy cheating whore." A groan arose, but the knots of black bodies untangled themselves from the white flesh at their centers and disgorged a motley collection of shivering white females.