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“Hey Cat, checking out your boyfriend?’” One of the girls jokingly said towards Cat as the Riverhead team took the field.
Caught off guard, Cat looked up from her stretch, her ponytail swinging as she turned to face her teammates. She had been lost in thought, her eyes drifting over to the Riverhead team's sideline where Steve, the hunky quarterback, was throwing a few final warm-up passes. The Allentown crowd's jeers echoed in the stadium as they waited for the game to start. Cat felt her heart flutter, knowing that she would soon watch one of her good family friends, who she has known for years as well as her secret crush, her stomach doing a somersault as she thought about their family having dinner last week and they sat next to each other joking around and touching each other arms.
The Riverhead players jogged towards the sideline, the crowd's boos growing louder with each step they took. Steve, the picture of confidence, looked over at the Allentown cheerleaders and saw Cat and gave her a quick wink. He then went to talk to the other players with a cocky smirk on his face, basking in the attention.
Cat felt a blush creep up her cheeks, and she couldn't help but give a small smile back as Steve put on his helmet and kept talking to his teammates who also looked over at the opposing cheerleaders. Amy and Sandra, noticing the exchange from their own side of the field, glared in her direction. They had seen Steve's wink and knew it was meant for the tiny Asian freshman with the tiny, firm body which was the complete opposite of their older more mature frames. Their own cheer top and skirt outfits, while flattering to their more voluptuous figures, suddenly felt inadequate in comparison to Cat's toned midriff. The jealousy grew like a dark cloud, threatening to ruin the pre-game camaraderie.
The referee blew the whistle, and the game began. The Riverhead offense took the field, Steve at the helm. His muscular arms flexed as he threw the ball with precision, the snap of his wrist sending it spiraling through the air. The Allentown defense was on their toes, ready to take him down. Cat watched, her eyes glued to Steve's every move, her stomach fluttering like a thousand butterflies. She was hoping to see him after the game and say hi and thank you after she sneaks a small gift into his locker later.
90 minutes later
As the locker room emptied and the third quarter was about to start, Cat took a deep breath and approached one of her friends. "I'm just gonna use the bathroom real quick," she said, her voice quivering with nerves. Her friend nodded, more focused on the game. Cat grabbed a small bag from her backpack and made her way towards the Riverhead locker room. She had bought Steve a little gift, hoping that it would make him look at her more than a friend.
On the other side of the field, Amy and Sandra see the small cheerleader that Steve winked at leave the field and walks towards the locker room. They quickly left the field and wanted to follow her and have a little chat.
Once inside the locker room, the cold tile floor sent a shiver up her spine, the sound of her own breathing echoing off the walls. She quickly found Steve's locker, her heart racing like it was in a sprint. But before she could sneak the gift inside, she heard the heavy thud of the door swinging open.
Amy and Sandra strutted in, their sneakers pounding against the hard cold tile floor. Their eyes narrowed as they spotted Cat standing by Steve's locker. "What do you think you're doing?" Amy demanded, her hands on her hips, her blonde hair bouncing with each step she took towards the trembling freshman. Sandra, equally as intimidating, crossed her arms over her ample chest.
"N-nothing," Cat stuttered, her eyes darting from one to the other. She tried to shrink back, intimidated by the girl's size compared to her tiny form. "Just giving a little gift to Steve. He is a friend." She clutched the bag in her hand tightly against her small chest.
But before she could say anything else, Sandra took a swift step forward and slammed her forearm into Cat and forced her against the cold, metal locker with surprising force. The impact made her gasp, her eyes going wide with shock. Amy snatched the bag from her trembling fingers, her eyes lighting up with glee as she pulled out the small action figure. It was Steve's favorite superhero, who he talked about last week.
"Look at what the little girl brought," Amy sneered, holding up the action figure. "Think you're gonna win him over with this?" She tossed it to the ground without care, watching it bounce once before Sandra stepped on it, her heavy foot coming down with a sickening crunch. The plastic shattered into sharp pieces under the pressure.
Cat's big brown eyes filled with tears as she saw her gift destroyed, the hope she had held onto dissipating like mist. "Please, stop," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "It's just a gift."
Amy's smirk grew wider, her blue eyes glinting with malice. She took a step closer, her hand balled into a fist. "You think you can just waltz in here and take what's ours?" she spat.
With a sudden burst of strength fueled by desperation, Cat tried to push Sandra away from her, but the senior was too strong. She then felt a sharp pain in her stomach as Amy's fist connected with her unprepared abs, the same abs she had worked so hard to get for cheerleading. The impact took the wind out of her, and she slid down the locker, landing hard on the floor. Her legs were slightly spread, and she could feel the cold floor seeping through her skirt as she sat there, in pain with no escape.
Sandra took a step back, her eyes flicking down to Cat's crying on the floor and seeing her white panties peeking out from beneath her skirt. The crowd outside was oblivious to the drama unfolding in the locker room, their cheers for the game muffled by the thick walls. "Looks like you're not just a cocky little slut, but a clumsy one too," she sneered, raising her foot. Cat's eyes grew wide with fear, her breath shallow as she saw the shoe coming towards her.
The sound of the kick to her crotch echoed in the small room, and she couldn't hold back the scream that ripped from her throat. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before, a fiery agony that seemed to spread through her entire body. The world spun around her, and she felt like she was going to be sick. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that had started to form on her brow from the exertion.
Her legs were useless beneath her, and she rolled to her side, her hand protectively shielding her stomach. The pain was so intense that she could feel her abs contracting against her will, and she was vaguely aware of a warm, sticky wetness spreading between her thighs. She knew she had to get up, had to get out of there, but she couldn't move. The room was spinning, and she was pretty sure she was going to pass out.
Above her, she heard the sound of their laughter, and it was like nails on a chalkboard. It was the kind of laughter that made her want to crawl into a hole and die. The two rival cheerleaders were enjoying seeing her tiny body crying below them and enjoying her pain. Catherine felt so small and useless.
Sandra raised her foot again, her black cheer sneaker coming down on Cat's already bruised stomach. "Come on, get up girl," she jeered. "Or do you need a little more encouragement?"
Amy, not wanting to be outdone, stomped down with her own sneaker, her heel driving into the tender flesh just below Cat's rib cage. The air was forced from her lungs, and she could feel the beginnings of a bruise forming. "Yeah, get up," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or maybe we'll just have to give you a little extra help."
They took turns, each stomp sending waves of pain through her young tight body leaving ugly bruises on her tanned skin. By the fourth one, Cat could feel the beginnings of nausea, the taste of bile rising in her throat. She was crying now, begging them to stop, her voice hoarse from the effort. But they just kept laughing, their faces twisted into evil smiles.
Amy leaned down, her breath hot and foul in Cat's face. "Listen up, little bitch," she hissed. "You don't get to know Steve. He's ours. You're just a nobody, a little fresh meat for him to toy with." She paused, her smile turning vicious. "And if you ever look at him again, or even think about giving him a gift, I'll make sure you regret it."
With that, she delivered one last kick to Cat's stomach, so hard that the younger girl coughed up blood, staining her pristine white cheer top. The coppery taste filled her mouth, and she gagged, trying to push herself away from them. But she had no strength left, and she just lay there, her body a mess of bruises and pain.
“Oh no” said Amy, “you got blood on your top. Let me help you take it off so it doesn’t get ruined.” Amy then easily grabs the top and rips it off the dazed brunette revealing her tiny tits that are still developing covered by a small white bra.
“Where are your tits?” Sandra says. “I know personally that Steve likes something to grab,” she says, grabbing her jugs. “Maybe you have more on the backside” Sandra says, grabbing the hem of Cat's skirt and starting to roughly pull the skirt down. Amy laughed, eager to see their rival's humiliation. Cat's just laid there, having no energy to fight back. They were too strong, too fast. With a rough yank, they had her skirt and top torn off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
The cold air of the locker room hit her skin, and she shivered, trying to cover herself with her arms. Her stomach was a canvas of red and purple marks, the evidence of their cruelty stark against her tanned flesh as goosebumps cover her sweaty tanned body. The two older girls stepped back, admiring their handiwork, their own breathing heavy from the exertion and excitement of the assault.
And then, the door to the locker room blasted open. The sound of the game grew louder for a moment before being muffled again as Steve, his eyes blazing with anger, stormed in. His uniform was a mess, the dirt and grass from the field clinging to his sweat-soaked jersey. His helmet was gone, his hair matted down against his forehead. He looked like a tornado had hit him, and he was looking for someone to take it out on.
His gaze first fell on Amy and Sandra, their smirks immediately wiping away at the sight of his fury. "What the hell is going on here?" he roared, his deep voice reverberating off the walls.
They froze, their eyes darting from him to Cat and back again, trying to come up with a lie that would get them out of this. But before they could say a word, Steve's eyes fell to the floor, and he saw her. Cat was a mess, her makeup streaked down her face from the tears, her cheer uniform on the floor next to her. His anger grew seeing his family friend on the floor, mostly naked and covered in bruises.
He took a step towards them, his fists clenched at his sides. "What did you do to her?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Amy and Sandra looked at each other, their smirks replaced by fear. They had not expected this kind of reaction from Steve. Quickly, they tried to come up with a cover story. "We caught her trying to steal our stuff," Amy lied, her voice wobbling slightly.
"Is that true, Cat?" Steve asked, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit.
Cat could barely speak through the sobs that were wracking her body. She managed to slowly sit up and shake her head and whisper, "No, Steve, I just brought you a gift." The action figure lay in pieces on the floor, a sad testament to her shattered hopes.
But Steve's anger didn't abate. Still upset about being ejected versus his rivals, his anger grew stronger, fueled by the sight of Cat's bruised and battered body with the rival uniform next to her. He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why would you lie to me?" he asked, his voice tight with anger. Without waiting for a response, he slammed his cleats down onto her legs with all his weight. The sound of his shoes hitting her skin was like a gunshot in the small room, and she screamed in pain.
The impact sent fresh waves of agony through her already tender flesh, leaving deep purple welts on her tanned legs. She had never felt so betrayed, so hurt. Steve, her crush, her family friend, was standing over her, his face contorted with anger. She had thought he was different from the other guys, that he would never be cruel to her. But now, she saw that he was just like the rest, ready to believe the worst of her without even listening to her side of the story.
Steve again lifted his foot slamming his cleat into her body again leaving ugly marks on her skin making her beg for him to stop. These kicks hurt ten times worse than what the girls did.
Amy took Steve's hand and pulled him closer, a cunning look in her eyes. "I've got a better way for you to take out your anger," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She turned to Sandra, her smile dark. "Take off her panties."
Sandra's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she moved in to do as she was told. Cat tried to fight back, but her body was a wreck, and she could barely even raise an arm to protect herself. With a vicious yank, the fabric of her white panties gave way, and she was left exposed and vulnerable, her legs shaking with fear and pain.
Steve nodded, his expression cold and uncaring as he began to strip off his football gear. His eyes never left the young girl's flawless naked body and she could see the hunger in them, the same hunger that had been there when he had looked at her before, but now it was twisted into something monstrous. The sight of his naked body, usually something she would have dreamed about, now filled her with dread. He was so much bigger than her, so much stronger, and she knew that she couldn't fight him off.
Her knees came up to her chest as she curled into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. She felt her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape. His cock was thick and hard, standing out from his body like a weapon ready to be used. The other girls stepped back, watching with a mix of excitement and malice. They had seen Steve like this before, the way his eyes darkened when he was about to take what he wanted, and they knew that resistance was futile.
He grabbed her ankles, his grip like a vice, and yanked her legs apart, his eyes raking over her 14 year old body. Her bruised tan skin, her tear streaked face and her pussy, virgin pussy that has never been touched before today.. Cat felt a scream building in her chest, but she choked it back, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Steve knelt between her legs, his breath hot on her skin. "You're gonna regret ever thinking you could come into my locker and think there were no consequences," he growled. He grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up with her tiny slit, hoping it would rip her in half.
The first thrust was like a knife, tearing through her innocence and replacing it with a white-hot agony that made her vision swim. She screamed as loud as she could which matched the crowd cheers from the outside stand. She had heard of girls who had sex for the first time and how it hurt, but this was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. It was like her body was being split in two, her soul shattering with each brutal thrust.
Steve's hands gripped her hips like he was trying to break her in half, his eyes squeezed shut in a twisted parody of pleasure. His muscular thighs slammed into hers, his sweat-slick skin slapping against hers with a sickening rhythm. Each time he pushed into her, she felt like she was being invaded by a monster, his cock a weapon that he was using to claim her, to mark her as his. The cheers from the stadium outside grew louder, the crowd oblivious to the horror happening just a few feet away.
Suddenly, Sandra's face appeared in her line of sight, leering down at her. She grabbed Cat's wrists, wrenching them away from her face and forcing her to watch. "Look at him, bitch," she hissed, her voice filled with a twisted delight. "Look at the man you thought you could have."
Through her blurred vision, Cat saw Steve's face contorted in pleasure, his muscles straining as he drove into her over and over again. Each thrust was a new level of hell, a fresh wave of pain as blood poured out from her broken hymen. The tears fell down her face, each one feeling like acid on her bruised and battered skin. She couldn't believe this was happening, that her first time was being taken from her in such a brutal and violent way.
And then, with a final grunt, Steve's hips jerked, and he spilled his seed into her. The feeling of him cumming inside her was like a final betrayal, a declaration that she was nothing but a receptacle for his desires. The crowd outside roared their approval of a touchdown, the sound of their cheers mixing with the sobs that she couldn't hold back any longer.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Steve pulled out of her, his cock glistening with a mix of cum and blood. Cat's insides felt like they were on fire, the pain unbearable as she watched the proof of her violation dribble onto the cold tile floor. Her pussy felt torn and abused, and she knew she would never be the same again.
He stared down at her for a moment, his eyes empty of any warmth or care. "You're just a dirty little slut," he sneered, his voice thick with disgust. "I hope I never have to lay eyes on you again." With that, he turned on his heel and stomped her once more in the stomach, sending a fresh wave of agony through her body.
Amy and Sandra bent down over the hurt and sobbing Asian teen, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You should have known better," Amy said, her grip tightening on Cat's sweaty messy ponytail. With a vicious yank, she slammed Cat's head into the metal locker, the sound echoing through the locker room like a gunshot. Cat's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan of pain that was almost inhuman.
The two older girls laughed, their mocking voices cutting through the air like a knife. "Looks like you're not so tough now, are you, little bitch?" Sandra jeered, poking at her bruised and swollen stomach. "You're just a pathetic little thing, aren't you?"
Amy bent down, picking up the shattered remnants of the action figure. The plastic edges were jagged, glinting in the harsh lights of the locker room. With a malicious smile, she grabbed the broken piece and approached Cat, who was leaning against the hard locker, her eyes squeezed shut. "Maybe this will make you feel better," she whispered, her voice dripping with venom.
Without warning, she shoved the sharp plastic into Cat's already abused pussy, the edges scraping against her sensitive flesh. Cat screamed, the sound raw and animalistic, as the pain shot through her like an electric current. The plastic dug in, tearing at her insides, making her feel like she was being ripped apart all over again. She could feel the warmth of her own blood mixing with the stickiness of her tears and the coldness of the floor beneath her.
"Get up," Sandra ordered, her hand fisting in Cat's hair. The pain was so intense that it felt like her scalp was on fire as she was dragged across the cold, unforgiving tile. Her knees scraped against the floor, leaving trails of blood and skin behind her.
"Crawl," Amy hissed, her voice a twisted imitation of the coach's commands during practice. Her legs were useless, her body too bruised and broken to obey. She crawled, her nails digging into the floor as she tried to find purchase, the plastic piece of the action figure still lodged deep inside her, sending jolts of agony with every movement. Her young body, once tanned and flawless now covered in sweat and bruises.
They dragged her through the hallway, the cold air of the stadium seeping in through the open locker room door. Each step was a battle, her legs feeling like they were made of lead, her stomach and crotch on fire. She could hear the muffled roar of the crowd as the game approached its end. The cheers grew louder, taunting her, a reminder that while the players on the field were fighting for victory, she was fighting just to survive.
As they reached the exit, Sandra gave her a final push, sending her flying into the hallway. Cat's body hit the ground hard, the impact jolting the plastic deeper into her, making her cry out. Her sobs were drowned out by the thunderous applause from the stadium. The door bounced off the wall, and the noise grew louder as it swung back to a close, the sound of the cheers and the final whistle blending into one sickening crescendo.
They stood over her, laughing, as the crowd's roar grew to a crescendo. Cat's vision was blurred with tears, but she could see their silhouettes, their cruel smirks framed by the light of the hallway. They were the victors in this twisted game, and she was the prize they had claimed. Her dignity lay in shreds around her, a sad puddle of fabric on the floor.
Sobbing, she managed to push herself onto her back, her hands over her face. The world spun around her, a dizzying mix of pain and humiliation. She could feel the blood from her nose trickling down her cheek, mingling with her tears and sweat. Her abs, so proudly displayed earlier, now a canvas of bruises. The warmth between her legs had turned cold and sticky, the plastic a constant reminder of their cruelty.