[STSK-222] Forced Indecent Exposure: Black Club After-School Activities – Female Managers’ Group Torture 5-Hour Special / 8 Victims

Eight of us cornered the bitch after practice, her little manager skirt doing nothing to hide the fat ass we’d been eyeing all semester. She squealed when we dragged her into the storage shed, but the sound died in her throat the second I slapped a hand over her mouth. Her tits bounced free from her top as we ripped it open, and I buried my face between them, biting down on her nipple until she whimpered. The others took turns holding her down, spreading her legs wide while I shoved my cock into her cunt, raw and ruthless. She was so tight, but I didn’t give a shit—I just rammed into her, feeling her walls clench as she tried to fight. One of the guys shoved his dick in her mouth, and she gagged around it, tears streaming down her cheeks. We passed her around like a piece of meat, each of us pounding into her holes until we came deep inside her, our cum leaking out of her abused pussy. She was a mess, but we weren’t done yet.

The next one was a cheerleader, all fake tits and a smile that needed to be wiped off. We caught her after a game, and I didn’t even bother with words—just grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the locker. When she turned around, I punched her in the stomach, and she doubled over, giving me access to her skirt. I tore it off and bent her over the bench, my dick finding her asshole without any lube. She screamed, but the music from the gym drowned it out. I fucked her ass raw, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way as I shoved my entire length inside. The others filmed it, laughing as I called her a worthless slut. I pulled out and came all over her back, then shoved my cock back in her mouth to clean it off. She choked on my load, and I slapped her tits until they were red. We kept going for hours, rotating through the rest of the girls—each one a different flavor of pain and degradation. By the end, they were all covered in cum, barely conscious, their bodies broken and used.

The final girl was the manager, the one who thought she was above us. We tied her to the goalpost, naked, and took turns with every object we could find—bottles, bats, our fists. I shoved my entire hand into her cunt, feeling her insides stretch as she begged for mercy. I just laughed and kept going, my fingers curling into a fist inside her. When I pulled out, blood and cum dripped down her thighs. I made her lick it clean, then forced my dick down her throat until she puked. We left her there, tied up and leaking, a trophy of our extracurricular activities. Eight victims, five hours of nonstop abuse, and every single one of them got a creampie they’ll never forget.