Tennis Team Takedown

Arya’s tennis team practice today was pretty sparse. Only her, Amika, and Beth were present, besides the coach of course. This wasn’t surprising since they just came off a big tournament and a lot of players wanted to take a few days off. So Coach decided to do something different. She paired Arya with Amika and had them play a single match, the loser of which would do a long running drill and the winner would go on to play Beth.

The long, black-haired Arya won handily, taunting the blonde Amika at every chance she got. Arya would smooth out her white top and blue skirt as if she was on a date, implying that the match was no more strenuous than a day out. Amika became quickly frustrated by her teammate, but the last straw came when the match was over. When the Coach wasn’t looking, Arya popped her skirt up, flashing her ass and blue-and-white-striped panties at the other woman. If that wasn’t enough, she kissed the fingertips of her left hand and planted it on her bare ass cheek in a ‘kiss my ass’ gesture.

Amika ground her teeth and begrudgingly started running her drills. The next match was already half-over by the time Amika finished. Breathing heavily and drenched in sweat, she made her way to the locker room, forming a plan to get back at her arrogant teammate.

On the court, Beth lost just as quickly, and Arya was just as arrogant. She repeated the ‘kiss my ass’ gesture as her teammate started to run her drills. Arya walked smugly into the locker room, waving tauntingly at Beth.

But the second the door closed behind her, Amika jumped into action. The blonde woman took a hold of Arya’s arms, trapping them behind her back. Arya screamed and fought, but she hadn’t fully recovered from playing two full sets, and was no match for the other woman. Despite her protests, Amika dragged Arya into an unused storage room and threw her hard onto a large metal table.

Arya, still screaming and protesting, fought and kicked, but Amika was too well prepared. Before she knew it, Arya was secured to the table by what felt like a hundred yards of rope. Her ankles, still wearing her white and orange tennis shoes, were pulled to the opposite ends of the table, leaving her in a brutal split and putting her panties on full display. Her wrists were secured to her knees, leaving them pinned under her legs.

Rope crisscrossed her stomach and pulled up between her breasts, leaving her blouse straining against the ample protrusions. Arya’s arms were further tied at her elbows, the ropes connecting one arm to the other underneath her torso, then running up over her head and under the table where they met the rope at her knees.

The web of rope left Arya immobilized completely. Amika’s expert ties connected to each other in a way that meant straining against any one of them pulled on others. Arya was left embarrassingly exposed in front of her teammate.

Arya swore and cursed at Amika, calling her every name under the sun and demanding to be let free. The blonde only smirked and silenced her complaints with a large ball gag. Just as Amika stepped back to admire her work, they both heard something from the door of the storage room and turned to look with a start.

“Amika? What are you doing in here?” Beth asked. She was standing in the door, still holding her racket and water bottle.

In the silence that followed, Amika’s expression turned to one of panic, and Arya’s eyes turned to Beth, silently begging for her help.

“Oh, I um…” Amika muttered, struggling to find the right words. Arya semi-smiled behind the ball gag, seeing her rescue close at hand..

“Oh you’re finally showing that bitch who’s boss?” Beth stepped into the room past Amika, getting an unrestricted view of the captive.

Arya’s expression turned to terror and Amika smiled.

“Indeed!” Amika said and turned to the black-haried prisoner. “Figured it was about time. She needs to learn a lesson in humility.”

Arya squeaked out loud, her green eyes widening to a point that it looked like they would fall out of her head. She shook her head violently, desperately trying to convince them to let her go. Helpless to stop them, Arya’s eyes watched Beth as she slowly walked around the table toward her head.

“Look at this pathetic bitch,” Amika said, stepping to the table between her outstretched legs. “She isn’t even dressed to play tennis.”

“Right?” Beth agreed, arriving at the other side of the table, hovering over Arya’s head. “You need to wear shorts under your skirt, like these!”

Beth lifted her black skirt, showing the tight, dark grey compression shorts underneath. Noticeable dark spots adorned the surface, betraying the moisture trapped within.

“I don’t think she can see, maybe give her a closer look?” Amika teased as she reached down and touched Arya’s exposed thigh with her fingernails. Arya giggled through the gag at Amika’s tickling touch, ruining her attempt at a pleading look to Beth.

Beth giggled and dropped her skirt, leaving her in just the shorts. She grabbed Arya by the hair, turning her head so she was looking up and the right compared to her trussed-up body. She then pressed her upper thigh into Arya’s face, scrunching her nose against the exposed, damp material.

“Getting a good look?” Beth teased, rubbing the other woman’s face against her body. Arya found it increasingly hard to breathe through her nose as it folded against Beth’s leg. The smell of her sweat filled her nostrils as she forced her lips open around the giant ball in her mouth, trying her best to breathe around the intruder. Arya closed her eyes against the wet, stinking cloth. She shook her head back and forth, trying to break free of Beth’s grip.

“No?” Beth asked with a teasing smile. “You can’t see it?”

While Beth was teasing, Amika’s hands continued to trace over Arya’s thighs. Without warning, Amika slapped her inner thigh hard, only an inch or two from her panty line. Arya jumped, but only managed to pull on her own limbs, the interconnected ropes holding her solidly to the table. Amika giggled.

“I guess I need to give you a better look then!” Beth teased, her train of thought uninterrupted.

Beth pulled away from Arya for a moment, allowing the captive to breathe deeply through her nose. Arya squeaked in surprise when Beth hopped up on the table next to her head. Beth just chuckled and propped herself up on her knees. With both hands, she grabbed a handful of each of Arya’s tits, eliciting another squeal from her lips. Pressing down on her with full force, Beth lifted herself up, throwing a knee over Arya’s head. She sighed and lowered herself down until her sweaty ass was inches from their captive’s nose.

“There, can you see now?” Beth teased, wiggling her ass. Arya turned her head away, trying to limit the smell and warm, musty air coming off her.

Right at that moment, Amika slapped Arya right on her clit, causing the woman to squeal and jump. Two things happened at once: Arya lifted her head to look at Amika, and Beth gave a start at the sound, losing her balance. She half-fell down onto Arya, her sweaty cheeks pressing directly against her face. She only caught herself just in time to not break her nose, though the effort dug her fingernails into Arya’s boobs painfully. The anguished scream vibrated through Beth’s cheeks and hips.

“Oh, did I startle you?” Amika laughed out loud.

Without lifting up, Beth joined her mirth, amused by the outcome of burying the cocky tennis player’s face under her bottom.

“You did a bit, but,” Beth started, shifting her ass back and forth while grabbing tighter to Arya’s chest. “I can’t really complain.”

“I bet she can!” Amika laughed.

Arya panicked and pulled hard at her bonds, the woman above her fully cutting off her air supply with her cheeks. The smell and disgusting dampness of her shorts increased ten-fold by the direct connection.

“How long do you think she can last down there?” Beth asked with a chuckle in her voice.

“Not sure,” Amika responded casually, slapping Arya’s thigh again, causing her to jump and scream.

“Ooohh, that feels so funny when she screams!” Beth laughed. “Do it again!”

Amika giggled and slapped Arya again, this time right over her vagina as she had done before. Again, the woman screamed through the ball gag and into the meaty ass of her teammate. Both of the other girls giggled. Finally, Beth lifted up for a moment, hovering just over her face. Arya sucked air greedily, each breath somehow failing to fill her lungs the way she wanted to, even with her mouth open.

Though with the relief of Beth letting Arya breathe, her whole weight was now on her tied-up tits, causing her to whimper under her breath. Beth’s fingers idly squeezed in sequence, Arya feeling her fingernails through her thin shirt and sports bra.

“So you get it now?” Beth teased. “You see the shorts you should be wearing?”

“You know, let me show her mine,” Amika suggested as she started to walk around to the other side, pulling her skirt down as she went.

“Sure!” Beth happily responded, climbing off the table and finally letting go of Arya’s chest.

Arya heaved a sigh at the heavy weight coming off her body, though she looked over to see Amika climbing up onto the table and whimpered. Amike, while not overweight by any means, was taller and heavier than Beth.

“See, my shorts are a bit different style,” Amika announced as she grabbed onto Arya's chest and lowered herself into position. Arya whimpered, the memory of being smothered under Beth’s ass still very fresh in her mind. “Mine are moisture wicking, so I bet they are super wet!”

Beth walked casually around the table until she was standing in between Arya’s legs. She reached out and pinched Arya’s skin just an inch away from her pussy. Arya yelped and instinctively jerked her body, which caused her head to pop up and bounce off Amika’s ass.

“Oh, eager are we?” Amika joked and lowered herself down, smothering the other woman between her ass cheeks. Her shorts were so tight, she might as well have not been wearing anything at all, and Arya felt the contours of her backside in excruciating detail.

“Oh, look at this!” Beth announced, running a finger over Arya’s panties. “Her panties are wet! I think she’s enjoying this!”

Arya shuddered at her touch, the feeling of it pleasant even though it was unwanted. She desperately wanted to dispute Beth, to explain that her panties were only wet because she just finished playing two full sets on the tennis court and was sweating!

“Oh if she likes this so much, let me make it better for her!” Beth perked up. “I’ll be right back!”

Amika remained in place, sitting her full weight on Arya’s face, her hands playing idly with the tied woman’s chest.

“I hope you’re enjoying kissing my ass,” Amika teased. “You’re always so quick to show off yours that I figured it was only fair that you become familiar with mine! Oh, I almost forgot that you have to breathe!”

Amika lifted up off Arya for a moment, again putting her full weight on her arms and through the woman’s chest. With her nose still touching her teammate’s shorts, Arya breathed deep, no longer concerned with escape, but only of getting more air into her burning lungs. Even the musty smell of sweat was sweet when compared with no air at all. Amika looked down at her and smiled, planning on giving her a few deep breaths before smothering her again.

“Got it!” Beth yelled unexpectedly as she reappeared in the doorway.

Amika gave a start at her sudden appearance and instinctively sat down, not even allowing Arya a single breath. The smothered woman squealed and struggled, still desperate for air.

“Oh, sorry,” Beth smirked, responding to Amika’s startled response. She was holding something in her hands, two pink devices connected by a pink wire. One side looked like a small egg, and the other a box with a couple control inputs.

“Is that a vibrator?” Amika asked with a laugh.

“Yeah! It’s broken and only works on the highest setting, which is too much for me, so I was going to throw it away,” Beth responded.

Arya heard them talking and figured out what they planned. She renewed her struggles, not wanting them to use that on her.

“Oh quiet down there,” Amika scolded, lifting off Arya and grabbing her chest tightly with her fingernails, causing her to squeal between breaths.

Beth pulled Arya’s panties aside and touched the egg to Arya’s clit. She jumped and whimpered at the touch, but the unexpected feeling drew an unconscious moan from her lips. Beth smirked, knowing that Arya probably wasn’t enjoying this, but pretending to think that she was. Amika watched Beth with a smile, lowering herself back down onto Arya.

Beth rubbed the egg over her lips a couple more times and then forcefully slipped it inside her pussy. Arya’s struggles and complaints were muffled by Amika’s ass on her face.

“There!” Beth said with a smile, shifting Arya’s panties back into place and patting her lips with her fingers. She picked up the remote and flipped the switch, setting the egg to vibrate at full power inside Arya. She squealed into Amika’s crotch as the intense vibrations ripped through her, the feeling undeniably pleasurable.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Amika said, climbing off the table and walking around toward the door. With her ass no longer on Arya’s face, her grunts and screams were fully audible, echoing around the room.

“Well we can’t leave her here like this,” Beth said, waving a hand at their prisoner.

“You’re right,” Amika agreed, sending a wave of hope through Arya. Were they going to let her go? “She’s too loud, we need to give her a better gag.”

“I have just the thing…” Beth smirked and started pulling her shorts and panties down. Dropping her shorts to the ground, she walked around to Arya’s head.

Arya watched in fear as the woman approached her, desperately fighting the growing arousal. She couldn’t let herself orgasm like this, the humiliation would kill her. Though it was looking more and more like she had no choice in the matter.

Amika saw what Beth was up to and followed her around, similarly removing her underwear. Beth reached down and unbuckled the ball gag from around Arya’s head. She opened her mouth to protest, but orgasm hit her just at that moment. So instead of begging to be let free, she screamed her pleasure. Arya’s eyes closed, both in response to the climax, but also to hide away from the humiliation of cumming in front of her rivals. Beth laughed at her and pressed her panties into Arya’s mouth.

The tied woman’s eyes snapped open, the disgusting, salty intrusion causing her to retch and gag. When Beth’s hand retreated, Arya tried to push the cloth out with her tongue, but Amika quickly pressed her own underwear into her already-full mouth. She forced the undergarments behind her teeth, causing her cheeks to bulge out uncomfortably. Arya lost sight of Beth as she turned away and returned with a roll of duct tape.

A moment later, Arya’s mouth was wrapped with several layers of the sticky tape, sealing her mouth and practically forcing the disgusting mess down her throat. While they worked on the new gag, the vibrator worked away at Arya’s tender pussy, working the overly sensitized organ past the point of pleasure.

“See? Much quieter!” Beth happily announced.

The girls watched their captive writhing around, trying to get the panties out of her mouth, and trying desperately to pull away from the vibrator that was quickly becoming overwhelming.

“Yeah, perfect!” Amika agreed with a laugh. “So we’ll see you later, maybe we’ll come back to get you tomorrow!”

Arya tried to scream out, the idea of being left here overnight was terrifying. But at the same time, another orgasm ripped its way through her, more intense than the last one. Beth and Amika laughed.

“Sounds like she’s having fun! Maybe we’ll give her some more time then!” Beth said as the two women walked out of the room.

Arya screamed after them, begging through their dirty panties to be let go. As they turned the light off, a third orgasm overtook her. It was so intense that she didn’t even hear the door close, the pleasure causing her to pass out…