~Subject: The Basketball Team #8 ne s&m r s
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)

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                        THE BASKETBALL TEAM #8
                         by PARKER / PALADIN

   Tom groaned and sat back on the bench. Things had gone terrible
for his daughter's team since the whistle had blown. For some
reason, they seemed slow... listless... almost like they weren't
really trying. And why did they all seem to waddle rather than run
like the black girls? Even Melanie, his daughter, was playing a
terrible game. What was going on? He looked over at Synthia, 
hoping that she would do something, but the woman just sat there 
looking...almost stunned.

   That bitch had got him to put up... how much for this game? And 
now this niggar beside him had gotten him to bet another $500. This
fucking game was going to cost him a weekend in Barbados with his
secretary. Fuck basketball!! I never want to see the game again,
and when I get these two bitches home I'm going to...

   The ball went through the hoop; two more points for the home
team, and the crowd went wild. The black girls moved with smooth 
animal grace and could do nothing wrong. 'Course it helped that 
the white team seemed so... listless.

   **

   Synthia breathed a sigh of relief as the opposing team scored
again. They were already ahead by ten points, and were playing
well. The way things were going, she'd be out of this nightmare in
a couple of hours. Then, she told herself, she'd be in a police
station so quick...

   TWEET!

   The whistle blew. Moving mechanically, the coach signalled for
two girls, Elizabeth and Whitney, to replace two of their team
members. The two girls groaned. Each member of the team had a thick
butt plug up their ass and a small, actively buzzing dildo in their
pussy. Something to help them enjoy the game more, Larry had told
them, laughing. As long as the girls just sat there, it wasn't too
bad; even pleasurable (Terry, on the far end of the bench, was
rocking back and forth, her eyes closed and lips parted), but
running and playing... well, it wasn't much fun.  And the shifting
of the strange members did nothing to encourage  swift movement,
even if they were not so tired out...

   The two girls did as they were told though. Larry had let them
know in no uncertain terms what would happen if they did anything
unusual. They wanted out of the nightmare as badly as Synthia.
Moaning, they got to their feet and half waddled onto the court.
Regina and Shanda limped off, their faces shiny with sweat.  Their
hands went to their crotches to ease the shifting when  they sat
down.

   TWEET! Synthia sighed as the play resumed, shifting
uncomfortably on the seat. That fat black bitch had stuffed her
aching ass with a massive dildo after the dog had finally finished.
After the dog's cock, it hadn't seemed too bad, big as it was, but
now her poor, abused asshole was finally tightening back up, and
the plastic cock felt like a tree trunk. Especially with the almost
equally large dildo inhabiting her pussy.

   Only a couple more hours...

   **

   Alice O'Donald looked around uneasily as the buzzer went off at
half time. She was closer to the court than her husband, and she
was sure that something was wrong. The girls looked... almost
sick... like they were in pain, or something. She'd tried to catch
her daughter's eye, but Melanie had ignored her, playing the worst
game she'd played in her life.

   Pulling her fur around her shoulders, she tried to stand.

   "I don't think so, maam," the black man - Tiny - said, glaring
at her. " There's a lot our'n money, and you's never knows who
might wanna get it and might take a piece or you fine white ass
sides from you."

   The redhead looked around. Her husband was lost behind a sea of
black faces as the crowd milled around. He had a point; maybe she
should stay where she was. Clutching the bag of money on her lap,
she remained at the official's bench. She didn't know which she 
feared more, the black crowd or the big black bodyguard she had  at
her side.

   **

   The frightened girls trooped into the dressing room. Some of
them huddled on the bench, shaking and crying, but others, such as
Terry and Sandra, leaned back against the wall, rubbing their
crotches through the thin skirts of their basketball uniforms. The
willowy blonde had come three or four times during the first half,
once while actually on the court.

   Synthia came in last, almost waddling with the two large dildos
stuffed in her ass and pussy. She looked around at her players, but
received mostly hostile stares in return. They blamed her for their
predicament.

   <Little bitches, she thought to herself. Serve them right if I
leave a couple of them behind after the game. When I get to the 
police, they won't blame me. I'll be a hero. Maybe I'll get a 
spread in People. A guest shot on Opr...>

   Larry walked in, followed by half a dozen black teenagers.
Synthia groaned: "What now? Aren't we doing what we're supposed to
do? We're losing the fucking game."

   Larry just grinned at her. "Pretty uppity for a dogfucker."
Synthia turned red and dropped her eyes. "'sides," the black man
went on, looking at the girls, "this thing's not done yet. Yo
losin, alright, but there's still time t' turn it around. I'm here
to tell you that's a bad idea."

   Synthia started to say something, but Larry turned to the
players. "OK... everyone pair up." The girls just sat there. "Now"
He grabbed Regina by her short hair and pushed her over on the
bench next to Whitney. The two girls glared at each other, but did
as they were told. Soon, they were sitting, facing each other on
the bench. And, in short order, there were five pairs of girls.

   Marty rushed in, short of breath. "Am I late?" Walt, the
cameraman ran in behind him. "You promised you wouldn't start
without me, spook."

   "Didn't start nothing yet," Larry growled, deliberately ignoring
the director's manner of speaking.

   Marty ignored them, looking at the girls: "Alright, ladies...
you girls are all gonna star in my next film, 'Hoop Sluts'. For the
next half hour, you're gonna neck with your friends. Or else."

   The girls groaned, but no one protested. They knew it was
hopeless. One by one, each pair began to kiss each other. At
Marty's prompting, and under Wilt's viewfinder, the action got
heavier and heavier. Before long, tops were open... breasts
squeezed... tongues entwined... sweating, half-naked teenage bodies
writhing...

   At Marty's instructions, Walt paid particular attention to
Regina and Whitney. He found the contrast between the butch, tomboy
and the sweet, young looking blonde irresistible. The two girls
both hated it, but with a little 'persuasion', they were soon
giving it their all: humping and moaning and writing like a couple
of lesbian sluts.

   <"A natural," Marty sighed, looking at Regina. "A fuckin'
natural... and photogenic!  What a find. Yes sir. The kid  comes
through again. I am a genius.">

   Lucy walked into the dressing room. Smiling, the fat black woman
looked around. She saw Synthia, sitting by herself at the back of
the room. When she pointed it out to Larry, he called her over and
had her kneel before him and suck his cock for the remainder of the
break.

   He came in her mouth just as the buzzer went off. Lucy, who had
been looking forward to having her pussy sucked, heaved a sigh of
disappointment. 

   <Well, she told herself, looking over at Shanda, that's for
later.>

   **

   Tom looked away, swallowing angrily. Things went even worse in
the second half. The white girls just didn't seem to have any
energy. Even after the half time break, his daughter looked 
tired...almost dazed. He looked down at his wife, wondering  how he
could get his $500 back from this bloodsucker beside  him, but
Alice was pretty much blocked from sight as the home  crowd,
ecstatic with their team's unexpected success, was  jumping up and
down in the bleachers.

   Tom groaned as another two points lit up on the home board. He 
would have to forget those new clubs he wanted. This damn game  was
costing him a fortune.

   **

   Synthia glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes left in the game,
and they were hopelessly behind. Nothing could win the game for
them now. There wasn't enough time. That black bastard had done  it
to her... Now she would sneak out and get the police... she'd  have
the last laugh on that niggar...

   Synthia looked around. Time to make a her exit. Everyone was
blocked off. She wasn't sure the blacks would let them go. She
didn't want to take any chances. Moving carefully, her ass and
pussy still painfully full, she slid off the bench and moved slowly
back under the bleachers. 

   Safely out of view, she turned and hurried as best she could
down the corridor towards the exit. The crowd let out a roar behind
her - another two points for the home team - but she didn't care.
All she cared about was getting out of this...

   "Mmph..." 

   A black hand slipped over her mouth and pulled her into a side
room. She struggled furiously, but her head hit the doorjam and
everything went black.

   **

   Alice watched, wide eyed as Synthia slipped off the bench and
hurried away out of sight down the corridor. Something was
definitely wrong. Frightened, she turned to run to her husband, but
a large hand on her knee froze her in place.

   "We don't be wanting to be doin' that, do we?" Tiny asked,
leaning over and putting an arm around her shoulder. The redhead
tried to scream, but all she could manage was a quiet whimper. Even
if she had screamed, it would have been lost in the screams of the
crowd.

   Under the table, Tiny's hand crept up towards her crotch... His 
fingers tore a hole in the pantyhose and slipped into her slit. 
"You'll just sit and enjoys the game. Lest you'll like has to go 
to the can. I be happy to take you." Tiny offered smiling, as at
that warm hairy slit his fingers were exploring. 

   **

   The final buzzer went off.

   The home crowd burst into a frenzy of screaming and shouting,
rushing down onto the court. 

   Tom rose up to try to get to the table and retrieve his wife. 
Frank pulled out his trusty old sock and hit him behind his ear. 
The roll of silver dollars did the work just like always. Tom  sank
to his knees and Frank pushed his way through the crowd,  using the
impromptu blackjack to overcome obstacles.

   **

   Whitney heaved a sigh of relief as the buzzer sounded. It was
over... finally over. At last she could get the bloody dildo and
butt plug out of her body, escape this madhouse and get back to her
life. And Regina... she felt a bad taste in her mouth at the
thought of what she'd been forced to do with that dyke bitch. Well,
she'd have to do something about...

   "Ahhh..." The blonde girl staggered and dropped to her knees as
she was knocked forward by one of the crowd. She tried to get to
her feet, but there were too many people. She thought she would be
crushed, but a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her through the
crowd, protecting her from the worst of the crush. She was pulled
towards an exit at the back of the gym and, finally, through a pair
of doors.

   She looked up to thank her protector, but suddenly let out a
scream when she realized...

   **

   Melanie looked around, confused as the sea of black bodies broke
over the basketball court like a tidal wave. She thought she heard
her name being call and looked over towards her official's bench. 

   "Mom!" 

   It was her mother. She was bent over the table, her legs splayed
wide and dress bunched up around her waist. A large black man stood
behind her, pumping his hips back and forth. 

   Melanie let out a yell and started trying to fight her way
through the crowd towards the table. It quickly became impossible
to make any headway. Hands grabbed at her, squeezing her breasts
and crotch... Finally, one of the hands didn't let go after copping
a feel, and she felt herself pulled away from her mother. 

   A man stepped in front of her mother and slipped his cock into
her screaming mouth just as Melanie was pulled out the exit.

   **

   Frank walked through the crowd to Larry. The coach was standing
there with two struggling teenagers writhing in his grip. 

   "Got em all?" the bookie asked.

   Larry grimaced. "The bitch coach done slipped away on us."

   "Shit! I wanted that bitch for me. She'll have the cops down on 
us... quicker than shit."

   "I know, but there's nothin' we can do bout her right now. 
Where be Tiny?"

   Frank looked around. "I get's him," he said, sauntering back
into the crowd. "You get the bus loaded."

   Larry watched for a second and then walked towards the exit, the
two girls still writhing in his grip...

   **

   Tiny was in heaven.

   The redhead's pussy had been special, but her ass... so warm and
tight you'd think she'd never been reamed out up there before. And
the feel of her body as she kicked and screamed under him... A
crowd of on lookers were offering advice and one man had  filled
Alice's mouth to help quiet her cries for help.

   "Tiny!" The bodyguard looked up to see his boss looking at him.
"You bastard. What the fuck yo be a doin? We got's to get outta 
here. Let's go. And better not forget's that money."

   Tiny sighed... but orders were orders. Letting out a grunt of
effort, he grabbed the woman's red hair and pulled her back so that
her body was almost parallel to his, directly in front. The extra
weight pulled her down and his cock slid even further into her
guts. Keeping one arm around her, he picked up the bag and began
walking towards the door. The redhead let out little grunts of pain
with each step as her body was suspended off the ground by the cock
buried deep in her ass.

   Frank was waiting at the door when Tiny arrived. The bookie
grabbed the money and followed his bodyguard and Alice out the
exit.

   "Room for more," Lucy called out. "Best hurry on up here... 
Where you get that there white whore??"

   "It be a two-fer sale you old whore and don't be trying to take 
her for your crib. She be 'tached to me by dick!" Tiny explained as
he mounted the steps with the dazed Alice firmly impaled on his
dick.