Vasilisa Joins The Team (Commissioned Story)

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Two girls walked side-by-side down the college corridor, filtering through fellow students as they walked towards the locker rooms. “Are you sure about this Vas? I don't remember hearing anything about the hockey teams being made coed.” The darker skinned girl said, her face turned into a quizzical frown.

Her companion, a fair skinned goblin-like girl with frizzy brown locks, scowled back at her friend. “For the last time, Teuily, yes, I'm sure. I put in my application and it was accepted; what else do you expect me to say?” Vasilisa rolled her eyes in annoyance, tired of having this same back and forth.

Teuila gave a resigned sigh. “Well, if you say so. Just…don't rope me into it if things turn sideways.” Vas turned, her mouth open and ready to retort. “And before you even say anything; yes, you do. I can't remember a time you haven't got me caught up in one of your schemes gone wrong.”

Vasilisa grumbled as they reached the locker rooms, unable to provide any substantial remarks. “...well, whatever. This is just a trial; what could go wrong.” Teuily groaned as her friend set up an ominous flag. “I'll see you after practice, when I'm a full-fledged member of the guys ice hockey team.”

Teuila nodded, not looking convinced in the slightest. “Alright. Well, then, let's meet up after, and we can talk about it. Later.” With that, the dark skinned dork proceeded down the hall on her own. Vas watched her get swallowed up by the crowd, glaring at her friend's apparent lack of faith.

Just before she ducked into the locker room, she heard a familiar squeal, followed by Teuila's confused voice. “W-what do you mean? What homework? N-no, wait, please!” Her begging faded down the hall, Vas wincing apologetically. “Right, I told the goth kids we'd handle their homework. Sorry, Teuily.”

After sending a silent prayer after her friend, as well as a promise to fish her out of whatever humiliating position she was left in, she proceeded to enter the locker rooms, strutting into the ladies with the confidence of a much taller and well endowed lady.

“Oh boy, can't wait to get into it with those hunky guys.” Vas murmured to herself, face flushing slightly as she pictured skating around with the fit hockey team. “Hmm, maybe I'll accidentally walk into the wrong changing room after practice.” She giggled to herself as she began losing herself to the fantasy.

Her daydreaming was cut short, however, when she turned the corner and saw that very same hockey team before her, sitting on benches or leaning against lockers. She staggered back in surprise, her immediate questions cut off by a slam behind her, followed by an ominous clicking that sounded like a door locking.

“You're late.” The captain said, looking disinterested as he scrolled on his phone. The rest of the team glared at Vas, eliciting the image of starving wolves that have just cornered a particularly annoying morsel. “Gotta say, that doesn't inspire confidence for future practices.”

Vasilisa swallowed the lump in her throat, throwing back a scowl in return. “Sorry hotstuff, but my friend-” She was cut off by the captain, his eyes shifting over to her for the first time. “I don't care about your excuses or that wedgie magnet of a friend you have. All that matters is that you're here now.”

He looked over Vas's shoulder, giving a small nod. Before she had a chance to think, several fat, cold fingers had pushed their way between her jeans and body. She gasped, trying to flee but it was already too late, as the hands quickly found their mark and retreated from the back of Vas's pants.

“Ack!” Vas exclaimed in pain as her panties flew between her cheeks, lifting her up into the air as her legs bent. The yellow waistband cut into her front and sides as the stained white fabric popped as it stretched up her back. “W-what the hell?! Why are-OW!”

“Oh, just consider this your initiation. Or hazing if you'd prefer.” The captain stood and stepped towards the dangling dork, grimacing as the rest of the team closed in around them. “Damn, I heard you didn't like hygiene, but have you never heard of a washing machine? Those granny panties stink as much as our cups do after a game.”

Vasilisa's face grew hot as embarrassment and anger welled up inside her. “Fuck you! I don't need to wash them if I don't want to! And, for your information, they're not granny panties!” Her nasal voice contained a surprising amount of venom considering she was dangling by her unwashed undies. But that entitlement faltered when the captain gripped the front of her panties.

“Let's see if you keep that attitude when we're finished with you.” That growl was soon followed by a squeal as Vas's panties were once again rocketed towards the ceiling, sliding between her lips and putting insane pressure on her taint. The team laughed as Vas's face screwed up in pain.

“G-get…b-b-bent!” She wheezed, hands pressed between her thighs as she cupped her sliced pussy. She soon regretted her continued disrespect, as her panties were once again wrenched from behind, slicing back through her lips and cheeks and causing an intense (but admittedly familiar) pain.

And thus began the game of panty tug of war as the captain and his teammate took turns yanking her sweaty panties back and forth, as if trying to saw the poor shorty in half from the bottom up. Vasilisa could do little more than whimper, any time she opened her mouth to verbally assault the culprits met with a particularly harsh tug that cut her off with a pained gasp.

Not content just watching this, the rest of the team soon swarmed around her. She felt multiple strong hands clawing at her, slowly ripping off her clothes. And not the usual stripping; she could hear the tears and feel her clothing ripping away from her body in all directions. She squealed as her bra was yanked from behind, crushing her already tiny tits until the fabric gave way.

In less than five minutes the mouthy girl was left in only her panties and socks, the rest of her outfit scattered around her in useless tatters. She could even see some of them tearing up the bigger scraps, not wanting to leave even a single hope that she could cover herself when they were done.

“Fucking…dicks…” she grumbled, feeling her nipples grow hard as they were exposed to the elements. A few of the players noticed, pointing and laughing. “Hey, I think she likes it!” “What a slut, getting off to this!” “Doesn't a slut need to have had sex?” “No, that's a whore. Sluts just enjoy showing off.”

Vas could do little more than scowl as the jocks around her mocked and laughed at her expense. “B…bite me!” She growled, although it did little to quiet the howling crowd around her. “I got something you can bite.” The player behind her said with a chuckle as the captain let go of her panties.

With the front of her panties free, Vas dropped down, falling back into a regular wedgie, grunting as the fabric ripped back through her ass. She was lowered back to the ground, but was far from free as a sudden sheet of white descended over her face, pushing her glasses back into her eyes as something snapped under her chin.

“Damn, guess we stretched them out more than I thought.” The captain murmured as the team's laughter renewed. Vasilisa flailed her arms around her, blinded by her own panties. Worse than that, every breath she took forced her to huff the scent of her own ass through her unwashed panties. Her hands shot towards her face, clawing at the musty fabric mask.

“Ah ah, not so fast loser!” Her wrists were grabbed before they could even get under the waistband, yanked behind her back as something was wrapped around her arms, binding them and making her even more helpless than before. “Maybe now you'll actually wash your panties every once in a while!”

Of course, Vas was no stranger to sniffing her own butt through her panties; this was hardly her first atomic. That said, she never could quite get used to the stench of her own swamp ass. And this was made worse by the fact that these very panties had been used to give her a hanging wedgie after gym the previous day, so were definitely on the ranker side of what she had experienced.

The team seemed content to let the short loser stumble around the locker room for a while, crashing against lockers as she cursed through her panty mask. They even encouraged her through nipple flicks, ass slaps, and a few pinches to her exposed lips, left exposed as the front of her panties were left up around the underside of her boobs, looking more than a little stretched out.

Each of these actions made the short girl gasp and squeak in pain, which only caused her to inhale more of her sweaty ass. The sour scent soon made her eyes tear up, a fact that was quickly noticed by the team as dark spots soon appeared through the fabric, just under the bulge of her glasses. “Oh, look, she's crying!” “Aw, were we too rough, loser?” “For such a loudmouth, you sure cry easy dweeb.”

Just as she was getting fed up of stumbling around blind, she rammed into something that didn't feel like a locker or the wall. “If you're crying already, you're gonna be bawling by the time we're through.” She felt pressure on both her nipples as they were pinched between a finger and thumb each. She had only a second to brace before the twisting started.

And start it did, the player turning her nipples in opposite directions, twisting them a full 180 degrees. Vas had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming out as her sensitive nubs were subjected to this humiliating torture. But she couldn't stop the whimper as the jock started to pull them up, stretching out her small breasts as she got on her tiptoes to minimise the agony.

She thought he was going to rip her nipples off, if not her whole chest. Her knees buckled inwards as tears of pain further stained the fabric hiding her pitiful expression and deep blush. Finally, after what probably wasn't even a full minute of torment, the jock let go, allowing her abused tits to bounce back down, jiggling as she collapsed back onto her wedgied ass, panting.

As she was trying not to burst into tears as her sore tits throbbed in pain, she felt a rough finger slide between her chin and panties, pulling them forward. For a moment, she thought they were done, that her hazing was complete. But instead of removing her atomic, the waistband was simply snapped just under her nose, causing her to yelp as the elastic sharply retracted back to her face.

“Come on guys.” Vas huffed, her voice considerably more nasal as her panties pressed her nose back against her face like a pig's snout. “You can let me go now. You've had your fun, but this has got to be enough hazing for me to join the team.” This statement was met with silence before the guys all burst out laughing, pointing at the nerd as she sat in her atomic with everything on display.

“Oh, that's good.” The captain said, wiping a tear from his eye as he stepped in front of her. “Did you actually think we'd let you join the team? You're, like, four foot eight, maybe sixty pounds, and the only exercise you get is running from our girlfriends, or any other bully who wants to give your disgusting ass a well deserved wedgie. Even if we were making the team coed, you're the last person we'd let join-even your friend would be higher on the list.”

Vasilisa felt her heart drop into her stomach as she tried to shimmy away from the captain, making for quite a sight for the team. “Th-then why-” “Why did we trick you?” The captain finished, planting a foot on the girl's chest and slamming her onto her back, making her gasp as he answered. “Mostly because bullying your pathetic ass is funny as fuck, but our gals figured out why you really wanted to join, so they saddled us with the job of punishing you for it.”

The near-naked girl squirmed under the captain's heel. “I have no idea what you're talking abo-OW! OWiwowow!” She cried out as the foot pressed down on her right breast, crushing it as the captain ground his heel down mercilessly into the tender sack of fat. More tears soaked into her underwear as her feet were dragged up towards her ass, knees pressed together as her tit was crushed without pity.

“Oh, it's no use playing dumb, slut.” The captain spat, enjoying the sight of his victim writhing in pain as her boob was crushed against her chest, soft whimpers passing between trembling lips. “It's not like you hide your freaky side very well. You throw yourself at any guy with big arms and abs. Were you hoping to show off to us, maybe steal one of us away from our partners?”

Vasilisa stubbornly remained silent, even as she felt the rest of the team close in. “That wasn't a rhetorical whore!” The captain growled, applying even more pressure to Vas's stomped tit. She felt it flatten out, fearing it might burst under the ruthless heel grinding into it. “Alright, I'm sorry, it's true! I wanted to join the team so I could sleep with one of you!” She cried out, hoping that would be enough to end her torture.

The ruthless pressure didn't give, Vasilisa's eyes widening in terror before the foot finally lifted. “Was that so hard?” The voice was laced with disgust, but Vas was too busy thanking whichever God had stepped in to save her poor breast. Even now, she could feel the mark left by the bottom of the captain's boot, but she'd rather walk around with a boot imprint than a lopsided chest-not that she wasn't concerned about her abused melon swelling up after this.

Hoping this was the end of her torment now that she'd confessed, she began to sit up, only to have her head planted back on the floor as something soft and warm enveloped her head. A rancid odour made her gag as something pressed up against her lips. “Oh, you didn't think we were done?” The captain's voice was muffled, but she could still hear the laughter and smug satisfaction as she petulantly kicked her legs, trying to squirm out from under whatever was sitting on her.

“Oh, quit struggling.” The captain admonished, the pressure on Vas's face growing as the weight seemed to settle on top of her. It took her a moment to realise what was going on, but when she did, her muffled screams made the entire team roar as their captain adjusted himself, making sure his bare ass was planted firmly on the humiliated girl's face. “What's wrong? I thought you'd be glad that I'm letting you kiss me.”

Vas froze at his words, thinking she must have misheard him. There was no way- “Go on loser. Since you were so eager to get with one of us, you would definitely love the chance to make out with the captain, right?” The insinuation was clear, although Vas was still hoping she had misheard. But when the weight on her head pressed down harder, further flooding her nostril with the combined rank odour of two asses, she knew that she had not.

Gingerly, and with a great deal of disgust, the defeated dork puckered her lips and pressed them against the captain's asshole. “You call that a kiss? Do better!” Unsatisfied, the captain leant forward, reaching back behind Vas's head to force her face deep between his cheeks, worsening her wedgie as her lips were planted directly against his anus as tears of pain and humiliation splashed against the inside of her glasses. “Use some tongue and maybe we won't stuff you in a locker for the cheerleaders to find.”

Spurred on by the threat, Vas reluctantly opened her mouth and lightly traced the outside of his hole. A deep growl indicated this wasn't enough, so, despite the salty tang making her cringe, she pressed her mouth against his backdoor and pushed her tongue deep into his ass, sloppily making out with it. “Damn girl, looks like you have experience Frenching backdoors.” The captain quipped, earning another round of laughter as the sound of Vas sloppily rimming the captain filled the locker room.

Vas whimpered under him, feeling completely humiliated as she gave the captain a messy rim job, his rancid stench filling her nostrils as her tongue adjusted to the salty and tangy taste. However, the rest of the team, apparently feeling left out, decided that they weren't through tormenting her. When rough hands wrapped around her ankles, she tried to kick them away, but her futile struggles only served to entertain.

Her legs were lifted and pulled apart, leaving her split lips out on display as her ass was pulled into view, her cheeks on full display with her sweat stained panties pulled so tightly through them. Vas squirmed, trying her best to resist even now, but the hands around her ankles tightened and the weight on her face pressed down harder, causing one of her lenses to crack under the pressure. And so, despite her spirit screaming at her to keep fighting back, she remained still, only her tongue moving as it swirled around, lapping at the captain's hole.

She anticipated the strike; how could she not from her position? But even so, the first whack of the belt across her ass had her squealing like a hog as she flinched in pain. The second spank arrived unnaturally quickly, and felt completely different from the first; flat and wooden as opposed to textured leather. Then the belt whipped her again, confirming her suspicions that there were two spankers. One wielded a rough leather belt with malicious glee while the other swung a cricket bat like a paddle, both inflicting great pain as they alternated their swings.

Even as the fourth spank had her ass jiggling, already growing a light pink with clear welts from the belt, Vas felt hands wrap around the front leg holes of her panties. Even the proudest of brats likely would have started begging for mercy, but with her mouth occupied Vasilisa could barely even grunt as the bottom of a boot slammed into her abdomen as the front of her panties were yanked upwards with violent force. She tried closing her legs, but they were simply pushed further apart as the pressure slicing through her pussy increased exponentially, the popping of threads a testament to the rough treatment applied to her underwear.

As if that wasn't quite enough, coarse hands found their way to her sore and bare breasts, her mashed right breast still throbbing after almost being crushed. Her nipples were pinched and twisted as her below average tits were squeezed and slapped. Something coarse was wrapped around the base of her left tit, pulled tighter and tighter until Vas could feel it throbbing. By the time the rope was tied, her boob was looking swollen, already growing darker from lack of circulation. Her bruising right tit was left unbound, leaving her chest embarrassingly unbalanced.

And as Vas was forced to continue slurping away at the captain anus, she could hear the faint clicking of camera phones as her humiliation was recorded by the remainder of the team left idle. Of course, Vas was used to her bullying going viral, but this was on a different level from what she was typically used to. The thought of this moment being spread across campus combined with the burning pain caused fresh tears to soak into her panty mask as she tried stifling her sobs as best she could.

She couldn't tell how long this torture lasted. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours as her most intimate places were subjected to such violence. But then, as if declaring that it was enough, a loud tearing sound tore through the air as Vas’ panties finally gave out, ripping in half as the pressure digging into her crack and lips mercifully abated. As if on cue, the rest of the team stopped as well, pulling away from the short girl's beaten body.

The captain stood, pulling the scrap of torn fabric still covering Vasilisa's face to reveal her in all her glory. Her glasses were fogged from body heat, a crack splitting through the right lens. Her face was glistening with sweat and tears as she gasped for fresh air. Her tongue felt numb, flopping about limply like a dying fish as the taste of his ass remained. “Well, I think we're about done here.” The captain's voice rumbled as he pulled up his pants.

Vas let out a relieved sigh, but she relaxed too soon. Her torn panties were balled up and shoved into her mouth, tape stretched over her lips so she couldn't spit them out as she could now taste her own ass and tears. “Now, just to make sure you fully understand your position.” The captain grabbed Vasilisa by the hair and yanked her to her feet, a girlish squeal filling the room as she wobbled in place.

The captain pulled two things out of his pocket; a neon pink thong and a disgusting looking groin guard. “This is the closest you'll ever get to fucking one of us.” The captain growled with a grin as he forced the thong up her legs and yanked it up her back. Vas barely put up a fight as the thong was pulled up over her head. Her glasses clattered to the tiled floor as the cup was pushed into her face, the thong snapping into place over it to keep it pressed against her.

“By the way, that thong belongs to my girlfriend.” The captain explained as he pulled Vas by the arm, tossing her into a locker. “Her and her friends said they'd drop by later; wanted to talk to you about being such a desperate slut. So, look forward to that.” With a laugh, the locker was slammed closed, leaving Vas trapped in the darkness as the team walked away. Her body throbbed all over, a searing pain ripping through her crack and pussy as she tried to keep her scalding cheeks off the back of the locker.

As she huffed the stench of unwashed man crotch and tried to ignore the myriad of tastes rolling around on her tongue, she could only hope that Teuila would come to her rescue before the hockey team's partners came to have their turn. Unfortunately for her, her counterpart was equally indisposed, headfirst in a trash can with her own panties stretched over her chin. Still, a slim hope of rescue was better than none.