Baseball Player to Baseball Wife Complete Story
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She lets out a shaky breath and considers her options. She’s too proud to run away, born and raised here as she was. And things have been just shaken enough with Robbie, her boyfriend, that she can’t seriously consider asking him to move in with her. But a solution is needed, fast, because the knot is closing in around her neck. Guess that’s what happens when a concerned citizen makes a – supposedly anonymous – call to the police about some gang members circling around the local bank. Five of the guys ended up arrested and Agnes got a metaphorical, bright red target on her back.
Shaky with adrenaline, she forces herself to take the brick and study it. There’s something written on it, but it’s not the first time she has received this message.
Fuck with us, we fuck with you, with a badly drawn baseball bat on the side. The gang is famous for walking around with bats slung on their shoulders, and any murder committed with that as a weapon can be traced back to them. Luckily for Agnes, they also famously avoid murdering women. If a girl happens to anger the gang enough, they just rape her ass with a baseball bat instead. As a local, she has heard enough of these stories to know what’s coming her way.
“Hey, can you come over tonight? I’m not feeling too safe right now… plus, it would be super nice to actually hang out.” In two minutes, she has called all of her closest friends, as well as her boyfriend, and invited them over.
Relieved that she won’t be alone for the night, Agnes goes on with her routine. By the time her friends and Robbie have arrived, she has mostly forgotten about the gang, their threats, and has had just enough beers that she’s relaxed and giggly, her face warmed up by the alcohol. Her enjoyment, however is swiftly interrupted by a loud rumble, the sound of multiple vehicles pulling up.
“What—” Her friend, Clay, begins asking, but Agnes’ boyfriend has already jumped to action.
“Close all the windows! Lock them!” Robbie runs to the backdoor, locking it, then makes sure the front one is as well. “Are you okay?” He rushes back to Agnes, who stands frozen in place, fear freezing her veins.
“I-I’m—” She stutters, but is rudely interrupted by a loud bang against the door.
“Is it the gang?” Clay asks, eyes wide.
“I didn’t think it was this serious,” Luke, her childhood best friend, adds in.
Another bang, even louder, can be heard. The front door creaks ominously.
“They will get in, they will…” Agnes turns to Robbie, eyes full of tears.
“I will protect you,” he promises, kissing her forehead.
“I’m calling the cops.” Luke says, but it’s already too late.
The door gives up its fight with a thump and a loud bang against the wall, and gang members pour into the house. They are quick, efficient and ruthless. Luke’s phone is knocked to the ground, then smashed underfoot. The other ones are collected, if needed, with force. All the men carry baseball bats, but the gleaming metal on their waistbands is even more intimidating.
Their leader steps in last and takes the time to close the broken door behind him. He smirks at Agnes, then walks a circle around her and Robbie, who has his arms protectively wrapped around her.
“Are you her boyfriend?” He breaks the silence.
Robbie doesn’t answer, he pulls Agnes even closer, instead.
“Answer me this, have you ever fucked your bitch up the ass? Uh?” The gang members chuckle. Agnes and her friends recoil in fear. “There’s nothing quite like it, my man. Dominating a woman like that, making her squeal like a little pig as you rearrange her insides? That’s the real thing, you know?”
No one responds, there’s a long moment of charged silence.
“Your girl here has a big mouth. She told on my boys, and she will pay for it with her ass. Now, I can beat you down until you’re catatonic and get on with it, but I would rather you watch me ruin her.”
That seems to be the cue, as two of the thugs step forward and forcibly remove Agnes from Robbie’s arms. She screams, trashes, begs, but it’s no use. Tears bluer her vision, but she’s somewhat relieved to see that the men obey their leader, and don’t hurt Robbie too badly. Instead, they wrestle him to his knees, immobilizing him.
“Please, leave her alone!” Clay begs as he watches Agnes being manhandled, but it’s no use.
She’s held in place by two men while a third one undoes her jeans with a smirk on his face. Agnes blushes bright red and tries to squirm away, struggling against the tight hold she’s under. It’s to no avail, but she can’t help but try to flee as her male friends watch her jeans be pulled down to her knees, revealing the small, black thong she’s wearing. Even more striking, however, is the sight of the firm, round, large cheeks of her ass, the skin there pale and unblemished, the shape perfect and womanly. Agnes’ shyness makes the exposure unbearable, as she feels humiliated under the lascivious gaze of the gang members and the shocked expressions on her friends’ faces.
“Pl-please, stop, please,” she begs, still turning and moving as she tries to get away. All that she achieves, however, is in getting the juicy globes of her ass to jiggle for everyone to see. “Cl-clay, Luke, please close your eyes, please.”
“Close your damn eyes and I will blow your brains out.” Hugo threatens, smiling. “This show deserves an audience.” He licks his teeth, like a shark. “Now, let’s get on with it. I have a baseball bat to fit in you.”
“No, no!” Agnes cries out as she’s pushed around.
It takes three men to get her ready, as she struggles the whole time, horrified by what she knows is coming. One rips her white shirt and bra open, allowing her perky, average-sized tits to bounce free for everyone to see. The other two hold her in place tightly, though they aren’t shy about coping a feel, broad hands squeezing and slapping her thighs, her ass, grabbing her breasts until the skin is bright red. Agnes cries out in pain, tears of humiliation making their way down her face.
“I want her little friends to see it all.” Hugo remarks. “Turn her ass towards us, yes, like that. Now, bend her over, nice.”
They force her onto her knees. A firm hand on the nape of her neck presses down until her cheek is resting on the carpet. Someone is holding both of her ankles in place, and the position naturally allows for her ass cheeks to part, revealing what her tiny black thong barely hides. Agnes couldn’t be enjoying the proceedings any less, and the knowledge of what comes next makes everything inside clench tight. She thrashes in desperation, but the grip on her limbs is iron-strong.
Luke can’t help but stare at the crevice between his best friend’s legs. There’s glistening pink there, on her most vulnerable, intimate folds, a bit of hair peeking from either side of her panties. One of the gang members pulls a heavy, generous cheek aside, revealing more of that wrinkled skin leading to the pucker of her asshole, which the guy touches with a finger. Agnes startles at the feeling, trashing harder.
“Please, god, please, don’t look!” Her hands move ungainly as she tries to bring them down, out of the grip of the men holding her in place, in order to cover herself. She manages to get nowhere, however, as her wrists are tightly secured and her position couldn’t be more revealing.
One of the men slaps her ass and she whimpers pathetically.
The gang leader, Hugo, couldn’t be anticipating what comes next more. He has a sadistic streak to him that, fortunately, his occupation allows him to indulge in often. He enjoys killing, torturing, maiming, pretty much all that is required of him in order to smoothly run his gang. But he can confidently confirm that he likes this most of all. The baseball bat feels particularly heavy in his hands as he circles around the bitch he’s about to destroy, his cock already at half-mast. Just the thought of what he’s about to do to her makes it twitch.
“Juicy little slut,” he compliments, then leans down and rips her panties away in one clean motion.
Her cute little pussy, pubes trimmed to a square, is now fully revealed to the people in the room. His men hoot their appreciation. One of Agnes’ friends makes the mistake of closing his eyes and gets a punch for his troubles.
“Pl-please don’t, please.” Agnes begs, squirming on her knees, trying to escape.
Hugo ignores her pathetic pleas. He can now see her young, delicious body exposed, and it makes his erection rise further.
“You got an ass on you, girl. If your boy doesn’t fuck it every damn night, call me and I will.”
Bending down, he fills his hand with one meaty cheek. She’s all pale skin and soft curves, unblemished, pretty in an innocent, alluring way. Hugo understands why a girl like her would tell on his boys, too naïve to know better. Now, if she survives tonight, she is guaranteed to never make the same mistake again. But he would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy punishing her.
Looking at her firm and generous ass, her thick thighs and the tiny waist that makes her extra feminine-looking, Hugo thinks he could come back to rape her again in the future just for the fun of it, no snitching necessary. She’s gorgeous, her sweetness makes the situation all the more delectable. Most women he gets to do this to are actual sluts, already well used. Not this one.
“Hold her cheeks spread for me,” his men are more than happy to comply, eyes gleaming with the same sadistic desire that Hugo feels. Bent over like this, her slim waist makes her ass look even bigger somehow, which leaves Hugo literally salivating for it.
He procures the lube from one of his many pockets and takes his sweet time to snap it open and spread its contents over the thicker end of the aluminum bat he chose for this occasion. The smoothness of the surface makes it slightly easier to push inside unwilling crevices, which is a curse in disguise, as it makes penetration more likely.
The girl is so small, fragile limbs and short in stature. He rests the baseball bat against her ass and his dick throbs at the size of it in comparison to her. She’s sniffing, whimpering, begging still, but he drowns out her voice. When she feels the cold lube on her ass, her struggle is renewed, and she screams. Her boyfriend has shut up now, probably too shocked at the sight, and her friends have also ceased their protest.
“Who wants to bet that it will slide right in her slutty hole? I’m sure this ass has seen plenty of action.” He provokes, then slaps one cheek just to see it jiggle.
“Ple-please, I’ve never done anything li-like this.”
The tiny rosebud of her asshole corroborates her words, and that only makes Hugo all the more excited. He presses the end of the bat against it, just rests it there. Indeed, it looks like it should never fit. But he’s up for a challenge.
“We are going to remedy that, then. I’m sure your man will enjoy the show, won’t he?” Hugo glances at the guy and is amused to see that he’s watching with full attention, eyes wide.
“I-it will rip me apart!” Agnes cries out, desperate. Hugo chuckles.
Bracing himself, he begins applying pressure. The girl screams, terrified, and fights like a wild cat to escape, but his men have a firm hold on her, she’s completely helpless. Hugo is somewhat distracted by the fierce throbbing of his cock, as the harder it is to breach her, the hornier he gets. She probably was, indeed, telling the truth, and he’s about to destroy a virgin asshole by fucking it open with baseball bat. The way she’s screeching like a hurt cat and fighting as hard as she can would certainly indicate that.
“Please, nononononono!” Her litany is loud enough to hurt his ears.
Agnes thrashes in despair, convinced that she’s about to be torn open by the huge implement being forced inside of her. The carpet under her knees is not at all forgiving, making them burn, and the hands on her body are heavy and tight. She tries everything, kicking, scratching, crying, thrashing. She arches her back, trying to escape the baseball bat being forced against her, and that makes her precarious balance fail. Dropping to her stomach, Agnes only becomes more vulnerable to the assault on her, as her hips have nowhere to run from it.
Hugo kneels beside her, both hands on the bat, and puts some of his body weight into it.
The girl screeches so loud that he’s sure the windows will crack any time. That’s when her boyfriend finally snaps out of his shock.
“STOP! Leave her alone.”
Adrenaline helps Robbie fight his way to a standing position. He punches one, two guys, then is tackled to the ground and kicked repeatedly. Agnes cries out again, but he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s getting beat or because… He would rather not think about it. As he’s immobilized again, however, Robbie can’t help but look at her, if only to make sure she’s still alive. She is, and the gang leader is having a tough time achieving his goal. That makes Robbie feel better for all of a second, just until she cries out in pain and terror yet again.
“Spread her cheeks wider, yes, make her arch, good.” He instructs his men. “Fuck, that is a tight ass right here, it really doesn’t want to open up for me.”
With a grunt of effort, Hugo increases the pressure, putting more of his weight on the end of the bat. Agnes’s scream is deafening, music to his ears. The pain is unbearable, like she’s being ripped apart. The head of the baseball, the thickest part, finally slides in, courtesy of the lube and Hugo’s determination. Agnes hollers as she’s impaled, the inches being pushed in mercilessly after the initial breach. Her toes curl and she keeps trying to scramble away, but it’s hopeless.
Mouth wide open as if she can’t breathe in enough air, Agnes pants and drools, completely overwhelmed. A river of tears flows down her pretty face, making a mess of her make up, closely followed by snot, which, surprisingly, only makes the scene more arousing for the gang members around. She’s completely, utterly dominated. A butterfly skewered to a display. The fluids copiously leaking from her face drip on the carpet.
“The more you fight, the worse it will be, slut.”
“F-fuuck, p-please…” Her voice is weak now, as if her strength has left her.
The edge of her asshole is bright red, stretched to its maximum, worked open slowly and surely. Robbie watches it all, mouth wide open in shock. He and Agnes never did any ass play. She was never comfortable with it, said that even fingers hurt too much, and her petiteness means that her pussy is so damn tight that he never really missed fucking her ass. He knows he should look away. He knows this is horrible, a traumatizing moment that will haunt his girlfriend forever. She’s being raped in the ass with a baseball bat while the people closest to her watch, while members of a gang laugh and jeer at her suffering, cupping their erections over their jeans.
Robbie wishes he could cup his erection. Or, better yet, pull it out and pump it slowly while he watches the girl he loves be cruelly sodomized. She just looks so good, so pretty, bent over like a hole to be used, the huge baseball bat sticking out of her ass obscenely while a tall, muscular gang member grunts and struggles to make it fit in her tiny asshole. The scene is gorgeous, her tears, her sweat, the way her pupils are blown wide. He has to hold back the urge to tell the gang leader to go deeper, that she can take it.
Agnes can’t take it. She trembles with adrenaline and agony makes each muscle in her body lock in place. Her asshole burns as if lava is being poured inside of her, every new inch somehow more painful than the last, though the worse of it all was being breached. If it weren’t happening right now, she would never have thought it possible, that she could hold a baseball bat inside her ass and not immediately die from it. Sadly, for her, the men in the room are nowhere near done.
“Let’s see how deep we can get, uh?”
“No, no, no, no!” Her litany is accompanied by her fiercest struggling so far. Her wrists ache for how tight they need to be gripped for her to not escape.
Agnes cries out when Hugo puts some more pressure, forcing her to take a couple more inches inside. Her whole body shakes with the shock and trauma, and Agnes whimpers as she feels fingers find her pussy.
“Yes, touch her, might help me get some dept.” Hugo instructs, eyes are rapt on the place where the bat is disappearing inside her.
Satisfied with the dept so far, he pulls back until he can see her bright red, gaping hole. Agnes groans in relief, and it clenches, closing right up again. But it’s for naught, as Hugo only removed the bat in order to have the satisfaction of popping it inside of her again. He snaps the lube open and squirts some more on her ass, to facilitate the glide, and then finally begins to properly fuck her ass with the sport implement.
The girl groans in pain with each, tiny movement, but the resistance of her body decreases more and more. Hugo is sweating, he thought for a moment that he wouldn’t be able to get it inside of her. But what a sight it is, her all spread open for him, for all of them to see. He’s thrusting harder, gaining a couple more inches in dept. She cries prettily, her trashing growing weaker from pain and shock.
“Yes, take it! Take it, good girl. I’m going to stuff you full with this, it’s not even halfway in, and your ass is just begging for more.” He babbles on, lost to his own arousal.
The stretch is the best part, and Hugo makes sure to pull the bat completely out a few times just to watch her ass gape obscenely, exposing her bright pink bowels, then clench closed, so he can work it open again. The boys jeer around him, some have their cocks out and masturbate to the sight, he wishes he could do the same, but his hands are busy.
Agnes squirms helplessly, cries against the carpet, and tries to hold on. The fight has mostly been fucked out of her by now, but with each particularly agonizing, deeper thrust, it returns, and she renews her hopeless struggling. Someone is rubbing her clit roughly, furiously, in a way that almost hurts and, worst of all, makes her ass clench tighter around the baseball bat, which is torturous. But she feels herself getting wetter, a knot forming deep in her womb. The humiliation and the invasion of her body force her to feel in a way she never has before.
“Please, please, please, stop!” She begs incessantly, but her words fall on deaf ears.
The gang leader seems to be obsessed with fucking her as deep as possible, getting her as open as she can be. He’s merciless, ruthless, as he explores her insides with the foreign object, forces them to adapt to it, to his invasion. Agnes feels his patience dwindling in the way he gets rougher and rougher, goes deeper and deeper. He gives a particularly hard thrust, the deepest of them all, and her eyes roll behind her head, she goes limp.
She’s coming, harder than she ever has or ever will, squirting all over the carpet and making the men around jeer and whoop in delight. Agnes, however, is too far gone to care. All she can do is lay there, held in place, and endure it as her ass is impaled with something thicker than her arm. Her heart beats rabbit-fast and she presses her eyes tightly closed when the gang leader pulls the bat out of her again.
This time, when he forces it inside, he does so quick and hard. She wishes she would just pass out, as it all feels like too much. The pain, the pleasure, the tight feeling of pressure as her insides are breached. But that would be too merciful, perhaps. Reduced to a hole to be fucked, explored, destroyed, Agnes has to endure it all painfully cognizant.
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