Re-turn of the Lesbian Soccer Slut

Ashley sighed, took a deep breath, and opened the door to her off-campus apartment. She'd moved in yesterday, a week before classes started for her junior year in college. The other three girls she was living with, all friends from her program, hadn't moved in yet. She just wanted some time to get her bearings first ahead of what was sure to be a big year in school. She walked through the living room and up the short flight of stairs to where everyone's room was. Hers was all the way down the hall on the left. The restroom was the first door on the right, and she stopped there first.

She used the restroom, and stood in the mirror for a moment, staring off into space more so than her own reflection. If she had been looking, she would've seen a very pretty, 5'4 Asian-American young woman, with purple streaks in her hair, and in a light blue sweater with her college's logo on it and some jeans.

She snapped herself out of her reverie, nerves about the upcoming year once again bubbling to the surface, and she headed out the hallway. On the outside, Ashley was a model student, studying English, and involved in various clubs and student organizations around campus, and with a lot of different friends, from all different corners of the student body. Students in STEM, the Humanities, nerdier students, and those who enjoyed going out more, and perhaps most surprising, was her affinity for athletes. Specifically, how often she seemed to be hanging around with the women's soccer team.

The women's soccer team at Ashley's school was one of the best in the county, having won three of the last five national championships. Ashley didn't play soccer, and when her other friends would ask her how she knew so many of the players, despite not really sharing any classes with them. They'd ask why she was always at their games, and even traveled to their post season tournaments with them at the very end of the semester, right before exams. And Ashley would always flush a little, and mumble some excuse about her old freshman year roommate being one of the best players on the team now, which usually ended most people's questions about it. But her close friends still couldn't piece it all together, since they knew that there had been some vague troubles between them during their year living together that hadn't ever come to a neat end.

Ashley knew that her excuses weren't good enough to fool her close friends, but knew they wouldn't pry too much into her real reasoning, and she was grateful for that. Because she didn't know how she could possibly tell anyone else the real truth of her relationship to the team. Because if the real truth came out, she'd be the biggest disgrace on campus.

She pushed the anxiety out of her mind, and made it to her door, before it all came flooding back. Taped onto the door, was a plain white envelope with her first and last name on it, and a blue soccer ball stamped on. Her hands trembling, with fear and arousal, she took the envelope, and thought back to the first time she'd seen an envelope like that.

It was her first Friday on campus back during her freshman year. Ashley had thought about going out with friends she'd made from her orientation, and was dressing up for the occasion in a black dress that wasn't loose, but still quite modest overall, when her roommate, Leah walked in.

Leah was taller than Ashley, about 5'8, medium-length blonde hair, with tanned skin from a summer spent on campus working out with the team. She was very fit and toned across her entire body, with perky tits and a muscular, round ass, that Ashley had to stop herself from staring at a few times already although she didn't yet know why.

Leah was holding a white envelope with a soccer ball stamped on it, addressed to her.

"Oh Ashley! I was just looking for you!"

"Really? Why?" This was beyond unusual. Ashley had asked Leah to get lunch with her or study once or twice during the first week, but Leah's answer had always been, 'Have a soccer thing. So sorry!' And that was it. Ashley had nearly given up on bonding with her roommate at this point.

"There's a soccer party happening tonight, and I can take a plus one! Do you want to go?" Leah asked, more excited than Ashley had heard her be all week?

"I don't know..." Ashley trailed off, "I kinda told some people I'd go downtown with them tonight..." Even as she said, Ashley knew it wasn't convincing, and so did Leah.

"Oh come on, I feel bad for blowing you off so much this week! I told my captains how often I turned you down this week for plans and they said you could come and meet some of the team!" Ashley was about to say no, but something about Leah was so magnetic she just couldn't.

"Is this outfit okay at least? I don't want to change again."

"Yes it's perfect! Let's go now!" Leah said, with even more enthusiasm than she'd started the conversation with.

"Wait wha--" Ashley got out, before Leah practically dragged her out the door.

The party was pretty standard. Lots of people at a house just off campus. It ran late into the night. Ashley actually enjoyed herself and ended up staying until the very end alongside Leah. By the time it was 3:30 a. m. it was just Leah, Ashley, and the three captains of the women's soccer team. They were sitting on the couches and Ashley found herself between the two junior captains, while Leah sat right next to the senior one, who had her arm around her. It was in this setup that the senior next to Leah began explaining to Ashley the hazing ritual for freshmen entering the soccer team. They would have to service all three captains sexually, all year, whenever they wanted. But Leah, the captain explained, as she began to grope one of Leah's tits, was extremely talented, and they didn't want her caught up in her "off-field duties" so she could focus on team success.

The captain explained they'd struck a deal. Leah would find a slut for the whole team to use, and she just had to spend one night doing her freshmen duties.

Ashley was tipsy, hornier than she'd ever been in her life without understanding why, and two of the most gorgeous, sexiest women she'd ever seen in her life were on either side of her, their hands slowly exploring her body. She couldn't say no. She melted into the arms of the tall athletic tanned blonde captain to her left, their mouths and tongues intertwined and dancing. At the same time, the captain to her right, a little shorter, black, and with bigger tits, began to run her hand up and down Ashley's chest and stomach. First over her top, then under, pausing on her tits, pinching her nipples and sending a shock through her body, making her clit throb. Ashley moaned into the blonde's mouth as every one giggled at her expense. She knew she'd be a good toy.

Before she knew what was happening they'd bent her over the coffee table, ass in the air, and were taking turns spanking her and fingering her pussy and ass til she squealed. She'd look up and see Leah's face buried between the senior's legs. This made her even better. Suddenly, the blonde captain appeared in front of her, pulled her by her hair to the ground, spread her legs, and made her lick pussy for the first time. A few seconds later, she felt what she later realized had to be a strap-on penetrate her tight pussy as she was spitroasted between the mist attractive people she'd ever seen. The rest of the night was a blur, even now.

By the time the night was over, she couldn't remember ever finding men attractive at all.

Thus began her journey into a depraved team free-use toy. She spent 90% of her free time with her mouth on a soccer player's pussy, tits, ass, being squirted on, spanked, and generally used however anyone on the team wished. For two years. It was exhausting, humiliating, and worst of all, exhilarating.

She didn't have to open it. She could ignore it. She didn't have to engage with Leah, and the rest of the team this year. It made her life much, much harder. It was humiliating, the things they made her do for one, and it took so much time away from studying, time with her real friends, and time to herself. But even as the thought came to her mind, she knew it was a weak excuse. She never felt better than in her role as team slut. The toy, stress relief, and anything else the team needed. It made her feel good. It made her feel valued, even when they called her names, degraded and humiliated her. She loved it. They'd opened her mind to not just her bisexuality, but her complete, and utter submissiveness. She couldn't even live without it.

Even her new boyfriend, James, didn't know a thing about this. He was sweet, kind, and very vanilla. He was exactly who she'd been hoping to find two years ago when she arrived on campus for the first time. They'd gotten together over the summer, and Ashley had lied to herself that she'd just not talk to anyone from the team again for her last two years in school. Faced with the choice of her new boyfriend, or a continued life as the team toy, she folded. Instantly.

Hello team slut. I heard you were back. And that you're dating some loser. I'm disappointed you didn't tell me any of this information, but we will discuss this later. The locker room. Tonight. 9:00 p. m. Be there.

Love,

Leah

Ashley sighed. That manipulative bitch. Leaving something like "Love, Leah" in a letter scolding her. Ashley wasn't even mad at being scolded, or upset at the prospect of some punishment her old roommate would draw up for her now that she was one of the captains. She was more frustrated that her old roommate knew her so well, and could manipulate her emotions, and hormones, so easily.

She checked her watch. It was 8:00 already. Guess her dinner out had gone longer than she thought. Time to face the music.

Just under an hour later, Ashley arrived at the empty, dark locker rooms outside of the soccer stadium. She looked down and realized she was in a short blue and white cheerleader skirt, with a matching cropped top, tightly hugging her tits. She sighed, having almost convinced herself she hadn't put on what Leah had taken to calling "our outfit," before realizing just how helpless and addicted to this treatment she was.

Just being here, she felt the smell of pussy filling her mind, and herself getting a little wet at the memories she had of this place. The team won. A lot. So Ashley was used to spending late nights here as their entertainment for their celebrations. In "our outfit," in various slutty lingerie the team made her try on, in some crazier bondage outfits after special occasions, or just naked. Leah felt herself getting even wetter, to her own dismay and humiliation. She sat down on a bench, and clenched her legs together to try to distract herself, only to realize that made her problem worse, and sighed.

Three minutes later, Ashley heard the door open, and the quiet but unmistakable footsteps of someone walking towards her spot in the locker room. Not someone--Leah. Ashley knew could pick out those footsteps blinded after two years of serving the team. Leah turned the corner around some lockers and Ashley's breath caught in her throat, as she saw her former roommate (among other things) for the first time in months, and she inadvertently stood up to greet her.

She hadn't even dressed up, and was still in her practice outfit, a light grey athletic shirt that clung tightly to her perky tits, and short light blue shorts, matching the colors she had on in her cheer outfit. She still had her post workout glow that nearly pulled Ashley into her embrace then and there with its magnetism. Ashley felt her breath catch in her throat.

"Look, Leah--," Ashley started, unsure of where she was really going with the thought. Unsure of whether she was going to apologize, stand up for herself and try to break things off, beg for forgiveness, or find some sort of middle ground, she fell silent when she made eye contact with Leah.

"Shut up slut." Ashley immediately fell silent. "I'm hurt. Disappointed. You're avoiding me. Why." It wasn't a question, it was a command. A demand for a response.

"I--I can't do it any more. This is too much, it's not who I am, or what I want. I can't be your sex object I need to be my own person with my own relationship and I--"

Leah closed the remaining distance between them and locked lips with Ashley, who immediately melted into her former roommate's arms. Instead of the memories of every other time this had happened flooding back to her something unexpected happened. Her mind went blank. She could only think of Leah's soft lips pressed against hers. Leah's tongue brushing her tongue and lips. Leah's hands running through her hair, under top, over her perky tits making her gasp before pulling them out, and even her knee lodging itself between her legs. It's only when Leah pulled away that Ashley realized she'd been basically humping Leah's leg.

"Wait..." Ashley panted, breathing deeply, "wait. I just said I can't..." she trailed off. Her heart already didn't feel in it.

"Give me just 15 minutes. Just 15 minutes to reconnect, make up for our lost three months. To prove to you that this is who you are. And what you crave. And if, by the end of that time, you can look me in the eyes and say you're done being my slave. My slut. My good girl." Leah said. Her voice was steady, in command, but Ashley could sense a longing, and a real desire behind it the confident front. She held Ashley's stare, and Ashley could feel the cracks in her resolve deepening. "Then I'll leave you alone and never talk to you again."

Ashley stared into Leah's intense eyes. It was as though they could see through her. They could see into her soul. And her soul wanted Leah. Now. And for the rest of the year. Maybe even longer.

Ashley moaned. And leaned in to Leah again. This time Leah met her most forcefully. She pushed her backwards, lips and tongues still locked until Ashley's back it a locker, making a loud bang, that made Ashley grateful they were alone in the locker room. She moaned even louder into Leah's mouth as the soccer star pulled her tits out of her cheer top, and pulled her cheer skirt to her ankles, her body fully on display.

Abruptly, Leah broke the kiss, firmly wrapped one hand around Ashley's throat, locked eyes and said,

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Leah, my mind and body belongs to you."

"Wrong." Leah replied firmly, and slapped her face.

"I belong to you Leah I'm sorry!"

"Wrong again," Another slap. Ashley's face began to sting. Two more slaps it she began to flush.

"I belong to you, and the rest of the team!"

"Wrong again, you silly little slut. You really are out of practice," Leah laughed, tightening her grip on Ashley's throat, slapping her three more times, and laughing as the smaller girl's eyes widened.

"I belong to you, and your teammates my Queen," Ashley got out with a rasp. Leah smiled, let go of Ashley's throat and kissed her old roommate.

"Good girl." Leah slid one of her newly free hands down Ashley's back, to her tight ass, and squeezed, while at the same time massaging her tits with the other.

"Please, my Queen," Ashley got out between sighs and moans of pleasure. "Please make me cum for you again." Leah smiled, leaned in right next to Ashley's ear and said,

"Okay little slut," and with a devious smile slid the hand on her tits down her chest, and to her shaved pussy. Leah slid her finger up and down Ashley's entrance, teasing her clit as she slid upwards, and feeling how wet she'd become as she slid down.

Then, suddenly, she slipped two fingers in, and the loudest moan yet escaped Ashley as Leah reached inside her and curled her fingers up, brushing up against her G-spot. Ashley moaned again, even louder.

"Thank youuuuuu," she practically yelled, as Leah's hand began to work its magic inside her. No one could finger her like this, her knees buckled every time Leah reached deep inside, her head was resting on Leah's shoulders, her full weight being held up by her Queen, her Owner, as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. Ashley's mind went blank, as Leah slowly worked her hand fast and faster in and out of her pussy. "Hnnnnngh fuckkkkkkkkk" was all she could say.

"Wow. Why even lie to yourself earlier? You are so easy," Leah laughed again, her fingers pounding Ashley's cunt over and over. "You're going to cum for me soon won't you?"

Ashley could offer no response. The only noises she was making were the squelch squelch squelch her pussy made each time Leah thrust her fingers inside and the loud, slutty, needy, wanton moans she'd long lost control over.

"I know you are. In fact, you're going to cum in, three.... two.... one.... now." Leah said, directly into her ear, fingering her harder than her boyfriend had ever fucked her.

And what was crazy about that statement was that it was true. The fingering, dirty talk, and pleasure had been slowly building, but as soon as Leah presumed to take full command of her bodily functions, Ashley's body cooperated. Her orgasm built immediately, and her whole body tensed as Leah said three. Her hands gripped any part of Leah that she could hold onto, her legs began to shake, and she grit her teeth as Leah counted down. When she heard "now" Ashley's whole body obeyed. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her body wracked with pleasure. She flailed so much Leah couldn't' hold her up as she slid to the floor of the locker room, practically convulsing. The only thing her mind and mouth could say was soft, exhausted, deeply satisfied,

"Fuck."

Leah chuckled, bent down, and slid her fingers right back across Ashley's clit and to the entrance of her pussy once again, and the petite girl lay, legs still shaking on the floor.

"No no no. Please no," Ashley pawed at Leah's hand, begging her to let her rest. Leah laughed and obliged, pulling her fingers out and held it out above Ashely, and chuckled as the exhausted girl instinctually stuck out her tongue to taste.

"So you haven't forgotten everything," she laughed. Ashley could only sigh. Her breathing slowly returning to a normal cadence, as the last bit of her powerful orgasm left her.

"Okay," Ashley rasped, "okay." She coughed and spluttered. "You're right. I--"

"No, no, say that again." Ashley sighed, but smiled, enjoying the teasing and casual dominance from Leah.

"You're right," Ashley said with a smile. She cleared her throat. "I still want to be your slut."

"Well you know," Leah said. I thought you might say that. Because I had the team waiting outside in case you wanted to say hi to all the new players." Ashely looked up at Leah, radiating sex and dominance, but also a level of care she wasn't sure she'd seen before.

"Yes please," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. "Please Leah."

"Okay good girl," Leah said with a head pat. "Hey girls!" She shouted towards the locker room door. "Team bonding is on! Come on in!"