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Play Ball
A Home team player's momentum carried him over the centerline. When Nagato ruled him out, he trudged to the sidelines. Moments later, he returned to the game when Mikuru misjudged a target toss and took a dodgeball to the hip.
Haruhi had the time of her life twisting her body to avoid the whizzing spheres and succeeded at dodging most of them. But when a perfectly placed throw arced toward her chest, all she could do was groan when it bounced off her breast.
As Haruhi and Mikuru bucked and twisted above the fog of dodgeball war, both teams slowly improved their accuracy. That's when the benefits of Haruhi's athleticism kicked in. Her skill at swinging and dodging gave the Home team a decided edge. Her strategic use of the spreader bar as a shield almost sealed the deal.
Soon, active members of the Home team outnumbered the Visitors three to one, and a Home team victory seemed inevitable. Then sweatsuit guy got into position directly under Mikuru, and his team started feeding him balls. From the very back of the court, he started lobbing those balls toward the Home team's target with deadly accuracy. Haruhi looked on in horror as ball after ball gently arced toward her breasts. No matter how hard she twisted, she couldn't avoid the perfectly placed shots.
Seeing her plight, the Home team did their best to stop the guy. First, they threw a barrage of balls his way, but three of the guy's teammates formed a fence around him. Then they tried to hit Mikuru. After all, if she got hit before Haruhi took five consecutive hits, the referee would reset the counter. But each time they tried, sweatsuit guy intercepted their attempts by knocking their balls off-course in midair.
So the Home team tried the same tack. They tried intercepting each toss made at Haruhi. One or twice, they got lucky, but sweatsuit guy adjusted his arc so the ball nearly scraped the gymnasium ceiling before gravity pulled it down, making his tosses nearly impossible to intercept.
Nagato blew the whistle and raised her arms. "Penalty." Koizumi lowered Haruhi to the ground.
When the Visiting team approached, she eyed the guys angrily. "Mngff-mngff," she emoted, stomping her spread feet. It's not fair that the other team's player is that good.
Cowed, the Visiting team froze in place.
"If you don't properly penalize the opposing team's target," the referee said, "you forfeit the game."
The guys shrugged. They still didn't have the nerve to touch Haruhi.
I pulled a leather blindfold and two clothespins out of a nearby supply case and waved to Koizumi. He joined me under the hoop.
Haruhi whined when I placed the blindfold over her eyes, blocking her heat vision, she peeped when I affixed clothespins to her nipples, and she squealed when I thrust my dick up her ass. She moaned, shuddered, and clenched her fists when Koizumi slid his dick into her vagina, the three of us forming a very sexy Haruhi-meat sandwich. Succumbing to the intensity of our double penetration attack, she screamed into her gag while climaxing powerfully.
Koizumi and I high-fived. I pulled out of her rear entrance and gave her bum a sharp smack. Following my lead, Koizumi pulled out of her front entrance and playfully tweaked the clothespins. Both moves elicited peeps of distress followed by giggles.
I turned to the players. "That's how it's done."
The guys converged on Haruhi like piranhas around a chunk of meat. For the remainder of the penalty period, she got fucked and pinched and swatted, as Mikuru, still hanging above the other end of the court, longingly looked on.
Our assault on Haruhi broke the ice. Her heat vision had lost its intensity. For the rest of the evening, Booster Alumni had no problem treating her as a cum dump.
From my perch on the sidelines, I watched target-Haruhi experience a range of emotions—anger, frustration, joy, bliss. Thanks to five penalty sessions, she got the bulk of the guys' attention, though both targets got adequate use between games.
In the end, thanks to Haruhi's amazing dodging ability and the fact that penalty sessions didn't count toward points, the Home team won the best of seven series four games to three.
It also pleased me that Nagato never had to get on her knees. Not a single fight broke out. I surmised many avoided acting like assholes in front of Haruhi. On the other hand, fights had become rarer as the season progressed.
When the final buzzer sounded, Koizumi lowered the targets. Target lowering normally signaled a cum dump break, but since this was the last game, we saved that activity for the trophy ceremony.
Reviving our roles from our catering days as the Blowjob Queen Cleaning Crew, Koizumi and I scrubbed down former-target-Haruhi. As had often been the case during catering week, our queen was covered in cum which we were adept at removing.
Cleaning a cum dump differed somewhat from cleaning a blowjob queen. Replacing the simpler mouthwash cleanse, enema and douche duty sanitized her recently violated orifices. Thanks to the myriad swats, pinches, and dodgeball hits she received, Haruhi's skin glowed a pleasant warm red.
On the other side of the court, Nagato and the sweatsuit-wearing coach cleaned Mikuru in a similar fashion. Miraculously, the Visitor target suffered only one penalty session to Haruhi's five. Still, the redhead's more sensitive body showed it. Several circular ball-strike marks decorated her torso and handprints graced her thighs and ass.
I watched with wonder as Coach and Yuki stepped back and Mikuru flashed like a strobe. Magically, her skin returned to normal.
I later learned Ryoko had taught Mikuru how to bookmark herself. By utilizing an undocumented subroutine in her TPDD's code, Mikuru could return her body to an earlier state while still retaining her memories. Since Bookmarking affected her at the cellular level and didn't alter the outside world, her handlers still had to flush the cum out of her womb and colon.
The awards presentation ceremony finally arrived, a joyous event where I presented the teams with their trophies—a gold trophy for the Home team and a silver trophy for the Visitor team, although everyone was expected to share. The trophies consisted of two old vaulting horses we borrowed from the gymnastics team. No, the guys didn't do flying scissors on them. The leather horses stood side-by-side at center court, one covered with a shining gold cloth, the other with silver.
Honoring the victorious Home team, Haruhi rode the gold vaulting horse—in a manner of speaking. After affixing her ankle cuffs to the horse's back legs, we bent her forward pressing her belly on the leather between the handgrips. A length of rope threaded through her collar loop and tied to the horse's front legs kept her bent forward, leaving her breasts dangling invitingly in the open air. Binding her wrist cuffs to the horse's handgrips insured her hands stayed out of the way.
Mikuru rode the Visiting team's silver horse in the exact same manner, though, being an experienced cum dump, she didn't test her binds and offered a lot less attitude when I pinched her nipples and smacked her ass.
You might think that after all the fucking they'd done, the guys would be worn out and they'd admire their gorgeous trophies from a distance. But this wasn't even remotely the case. I don't know if the energy emanating from Haruhi's glowing regal nudity or simply the excitement of having her as a cum dump motivated them, but everyone's dick was hard and raring to fuck shortly after I announced the winners.
Before the teams converged on their trophies, I held up my hand. "First, another refresher on how this works."
The guys groaned when I delayed their onslaught while nodding their grudging admiration. The league's president always got first dibs on the freshly scrubbed cum dumps, especially now, with a celebrity in the building. When I blindfolded Haruhi for the second time that evening, she didn't complain. By this time, I think she'd gotten used to her role.
As the audience clapped, cheered, and hooted, I walked to the bleachers to retrieve Koizumi. "Dude, it's time to go for it."
"For real?"
"It's spitroast time, and we're preparing the meal. You get the head. I take the tail. It's now or never."
He smiled. "Then it's now."
We jogged to center court, lowered our zippers, and unsheathed our rigid shafts. I moved into position behind Haruhi, rested my dick atop her crack, and bent forward to whisper in her ear. "Guess what? I found a brand-new dick for you. One you haven't sucked before."
"It's that creepy sweatsuit guy, isn't it?" She moved her head around as if that would help her see through the blindfold. "I noticed he hasn't touched me yet."
"No. That guy's having his way with you later."
"Hey, wait a—mnnggfff!" Koizumi shoved his dick into her mouth.
I was jealous of him at first. The only action her mouth had seen so far was my pre-entrance blowjob while she'd spent the rest of the night getting reamed below the waist. Oh, well. I rested my hands on her smooth bare hips, looked down, and marveled at the view. Despite the amount of action she'd been seeing, Haruhi's anus and vagina looked pristine. She squirmed when I stuck my finger in her butt, which was tight as ever. I knew her love canal would provide an equally spectacular fucking experience. Ah, choices. I decided to use the conventional hole. Let's all enjoy this together.
As I pumped her from behind, Haruhi sucked Koizumi's dick. Routinely at first—which, considering we're talking about Haruhi, North High's undisputed blowjob queen, was nothing to sneeze at. As his dick moved over her tongue and down her throat, something came over her. She squealed, clenched her fists, curled her toes, and shook her hips. Eventually, Haruhi's excitement receded and she moaned pleasantly, savoring the dick like it was the tastiest sausage in the world. Moments later, all three of us came powerfully and in sync. As she shuddered in bliss, Koizumi and I filled Haruhi with love cream at both ends.
Flashing the broadest smile I'd ever seen plastered on his face, Koizumi pulled out of Haruhi's mouth and did a fist pump. Yes! The crowd cheered.
"I know that dick. I know that dick," Haruhi shouted, though her words were getting drowned out by the crowd. "I can't believe it's you." She moved her head from side to side. "Who are you? Take this blindfold off so I can see." As she searched her private darkness, I made a whirling sign with my finger. Go for it!
The guys descended on their trophies. Haruhi's next shouts got lost in the roar of guys' whoops as they attacked. The words following that got garbled when another dick filled her mouth. Koizumi and I observed from the bleachers as the Booster Alumni members got the very last bits of the aggression out of their systems.
I chuckled while watching the guy that Haruhi had scared away take his turn with his trophy. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking you," he told her. "This is the best day of my life."
Eventually, the players ran out of stamina and cum. In order to facilitate the eradication of every last ounce of aggression, I asked Nagato if she'd make herself available for fluffing services.
Kneeling at center court between the trophies, she sucked the dicks of the faltering men who still held scraps of aggression. After being nursed to full hardness by Nagato's amazing mouth, they vented those last emotional remnants into the trophies.
The trophy presentation session took a while, but finally, the last guy blew his last load into Haruhi's ass and promptly passed out. His teammates dragged him to the locker room, clearing the gym of players.
As Mikuru's coach tended to his client, I walked up to Haruhi and cupped a dangling breast while resting my hand on her sticky bottom. Her blindfold had long ago gotten lost in the commotion. "What did you think?" I asked her.
"It's not what I expected." She met my eyes and smiled. "But I had fun."
"Can you hang on for a little bit longer? We'd like to honor you in the closing ceremony."
"Can you clean me up first? I'd hate to get honored looking and smelling like this."
"Of course."
"Then, you're on."
"By the way, are you curious who the mystery guy is?"
She frowned. "I figured it out. And now I feel like such a jerk for neglecting him. Who would have figured, all this time, both of the most important dicks in my life shared a clubroom with me?" She shrugged. "Looking back, I suppose it was all pretty obvious. Oh well. You live and learn."
Koizumi rolled up a flat cart carrying buckets of soapy water, the douche and enema syringes, and mouthwash. Nagato rolled the gymnastic team's parallel bars to center court, and Koizumi and I fastened Haruhi's wrist and ankle cuffs to the beam and base with rope, once again configuring her like a standing letter "X."
Having adapted to and seemingly enjoying her role, she smiled pleasantly as we scrubbed her body clean. Meanwhile, the audience filtered in. By the time our queen was spic and span from her hair-ribbon down to her toes, all the guys had showered, dressed, and taken their seats on the bleachers.
I patted her bum. "Are you ready?"
The gymnasium's lone nude occupant tested her restraints and scanned the crowd. "I have no idea." Then she winked. "Let's get this show on the road."
I turned to the audience and said my line. "Haruhi Suzumiya, you've given all of us so much pleasure by providing spectacular oral sex, we'd like to return the favor." On cue, stripper music blared from the gymnasium P.A. system.
Haruhi rocked her hips to the beat as sweatsuit guy and referee Nagato strutted out to center court. The girls used the posts supporting the parallel bar like stripper poles. Both individuals, one on each side of Haruhi, slowly stripped as the music played, tossing their clothes into the stands. Sweatsuit guy eventually revealed that he was actually—wait for it—Ryoko Asakura. By the end of the song, both she and Yuki Nagato performed naked before the cheering crowd. Their synchronized, professional-grade pole-dance routine wowed everybody, especially Haruhi.
As the volume of the next song rose, a rock and roll classic, Ryoko and Nagato adjusted the length of the poles, raising the parallel bar Haruhi's wrists were attached to until her body was stretched to its limit like a membrane over a drum. Haruhi couldn't move an inch. Ryoko stepped up to Haruhi and pulled her into her arms. Their breasts compressed as she kissed the queen fully on her lips. After processing the shock, Haruhi smiled and returned the kiss.
The two made out for several minutes until Ryoko broke it off. She kissed Haruhi's body while lowering herself, moistening the queen's breasts, belly, and pubic region before her tongue dove down on Haruhi's vagina and clitoris. On the flipside, Yuki kissed the queen's back, bottom, and thighs before sticking her tongue in Haruhi's ass.
Joining the fun, Mikuru trotted out buck-naked with a head harness. While the DITE girls violated Haruhi from below, the redhead fastened the harness, which featured a bit gag, over Haruhi's head. She attached the harness's top loop to the overhead bar with more rope. Then she kissed, sucked, and teased Haruhi's breasts.
We could feel the intensity of the girls' spectacular oral onslaught from our seats. It literally gave us goosebumps. Haruhi, standing spread-eagle about as helpless as she could possibly be, ramped up to her first orgasm in less than a minute. Ryoko let her ride it out. An instant before the queen tried to relax in the warm afterglow of climax, Ryoko dove her inhuman vibrating tongue back between her legs.
I quickly learned why Ryoko insisted on separating Haruhi's teeth with the bit gag as a safety measure. She screamed, writhed, and bucked, as her kneeling alien tormenters worked together as a team. The image brought to mind a scene from a movie of a condemned inmate shackled to an electric chair, shaking uncontrollably as a powerful current surged through his body. In a similar manner, Haruhi instinctively sought to escape overwhelming pleasure flooding her nervous system, but the girls wouldn't let her go.
We men looked on in awe, getting schooled in the fact that only a woman could come that hard. Orgasm followed orgasm after orgasm till they blended into one. Haruhi's moans and screams of pleasure echoed off the walls. She held out longer than was humanly possible, but eventually, her body succumbed to the overload on her system and she passed out. Eyes closed, smiling contentedly around the gag, muscles relaxed, Haruhi snoozed while the restraints held her rigidly in place.
The audience gave Ryoko, Yuki, and Mikuru a standing ovation. They no doubt cheered for Haruhi too, though she wasn't awake to appreciate it.
I joined the four nude beauties at center court and gave a little speech. "Thanks for being in my league, you guys. You were the best. But all things must come to an end. How about another round of applause for our volunteers?"
The cheering grew louder as the three conscious girls bowed before scampering off to the girl's locker room.
"Before you go," I shouted as the crowd quieted down, "be sure to let the architect of all this merriment know how you feel about her by leaving a note."
"We didn't bring pen and paper," someone shouted.
Koizumi dumped a bucket of differently colored Sharpie markers at Haruhi's feet.
"Write your notes on her skin. No marks beyond the cuffs or collar, and no bad words. Oh, and no hogging her good parts."
As Haruhi peacefully snoozed, the guys walked to center court, wrote their thanks on her body, and exited the building.