Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.

Bronco Busters

As the bus began to slow down Coach Lena Headly turned around and looked at the driver. She hoped intently that nothing was wrong, her and the girls were on the way to their big game. The newly reformed Bainsville Broncos were this years big favorite on winning the community college Volleyball championship, it was just this last game that they needed to win, and the way to the finale was clear. The upcoming match would be tough they had played the Brutonville Bulldogs often over the last years and they were their fiercest competition for the spot in the finales, having been the Bainsville Bobcats then, how she had hated the name, lending itself to the Bainsville Boobs, Broncos was so much better. It warmed her heart to think on how far her girls had come, and with what panache they had taken to the new team name, each of them had begun carrying their hair in a pony tail as sign of team spirit. She trusted her team, those girls were so full of confidence, they could take everybody on, and win the day. Now she only hoped there was no problem.

“Is there a problem?” she asked the driver, a new guy that had introduced himself as Kevin. Bob the regular driver of the team bus, had not been available tonight.

“I don’t know Mrs Headly there is somebody waving a flashlight on the road, might be an accident, or a traffic control. I’ll just stop for a moment and find out what it is.”

Now that he had pointed it out she could see the bright spot waving in front of them, but she couldn’t make out anything but the light. She turned towards the back of the bus, where here chosen team for the night sat. In her opinion the six finest volleyball players of the league, all at their peak performance due to careful and continuous training, for some of them she could see even more potential, such as participation in the Olympic games, a friend of hers was in the process of selecting the next national team, and had sent her an email last week with a request for recommendations. Her only answer was that all of her girls were excellent and it would be proven in the current championship.

“This shouldn’t take long” she said reassuringly. And at that the Bus stopped and Kevin triggered the mechanism opening the front passenger door. And indeed it really didn’t take long.

All of a sudden a group of dark clad men stormed into the bus, brandishing weapons, including wicked looking knives and some pistols, and two carried heavy duffel bags. All of them wore black ski masks, Teresa Harding started to scream in panic, and a few more of her team mates joined her. Lena Headly in her confusion tried to get out of her seat, but the man standing closest to her slammed his whole weight against her, causing her to lose balance. Before she really could regain it she felt hands gripping her hair, and pulling her closer to the man, Suddenly she felt something very hard, and cold pressing against her temple, and she heard a metallic click, that must have been the loudest sound she had ever heard in her live.

“Quiet!” the man roared, and an uneasy silence fell over the bus. The other men lined up their weapons on the girls.

“What do you want from us?” Kelly Richardson managed to utter, uncertainty heavy in her voice.

“I want you to shut up.” the man said “All you bitches are going to keep your big mouths shut, until you are told otherwise. You will comply with all instructions, immediately and without delay. Should you chose not to do so we will paint the inside of this bus with the brain of this old bitch. Do you understand me?”

Coach Headly was terrified and outraged at the same time, with 36 she didn’t feel that old did apply to her. Admittedly all of her players ranged between 21 and 23 years of age, but that only made her older not old. On the other hand she didn’t feel that she was in the right position to protest, but she had at least try to get some control back. So she said “Please, don’t do this ..” and that was as far as she got before the man holding the pistol to her temple , knocked it hard towards her skull. The pain was intense and she her vision turned a bit blurry.

“What part of shut up didn’t you understand bitch?” The man hissed “I thought all you fancy College tramps are so smart. So get it into your thick head, keep that mouth shut and do what you are told, or you are going to be in a world of pain. And that applies to all of you, did I make myself clear.”

He received nods from all of the players, not daring to speak.

“Ah I see, some of you can be taught, I think that is a good start. Let’s get this show on the road again.”

The road he was talking about was a dirt track not far from the main highway, but hidden behind bushes and shrubbery. Nobody would spot the bus by accident, just as they had planned it.

The man who was holding Coach Headly in check then pointed to the first girl “Eh you No 19 come over here.”

The girl was similar to all of her teammates of tall figure, slender build, with muscular well toned legs. She had an oval face surrounded by long tresses of red hair. And as with many redheads she had a temper. “I have a name asshole, I’m Fiona McMahon and …”

Nobody ever learned what she was going to say, since one of the other men, stepped closer and punched her into the stomach with such force that she doubled over, unable to speak.

“That’s very nice for you bitch, but nobody cares about your fucking names. You all wear those convenient jerseys with numbers on them, so that will do for now.”

He then pointed to rows of seats “Numbers 1, 3 and 11 will go here, one row for each. Numbers 12, 15 and 19 go over there on the other side.”

Nobody wanted to have a similar fate as Fiona, so the girls lined up with the indicated seats. Fiona typically being the last to get there, her eyes were staring daggers, but the fact that she still fought for air, didn’t give her an overly menacing look.

“Since you are already all wearing those fancy knee protectors, I would recommend pulling them up.”

“Why?” the question came to no great surprise from Fiona

“Because I’m a nice guy. You can disobey me, but I can promise you you won’t like it.”

The words were spoken without any evident menace, but none of the girls was willing to defy. They quickly moved the knee protectors in place, as they had done so many times, ready to go out onto the field and play. The main reason they were already in their uniforms was that the last time they had played, and beaten the Bulldogs, somebody had entered the locker rooms during the match and absconded with all of their underwear. They hadn’t felt like a repeat performance so they had changed already at home. Now all of them stood there in their white jerseys with the large green numbers, and small tight black shorts, with their individual choice of shoes.

“You see that wasn’t so difficult” the leader said with smug satisfaction. “Now get down on your knees!”

“You must be fucking kidding” the speaker was again the fiery redhead. The leader nodded to the man standing closest to her, who then in turn kicked her savagely in the back of her knees causing her to fall down.

“Anybody else needs a special invitation?”

The others didn’t need any further encouragement and lowered themselves onto their knees.

“Was that really so hard? You are now going to turn towards the seat and bend your torso over it. You will then clasp your hands behind your back. Please proceed”

Almost all of them complied right away, not wanting to get hurt. Only Fiona remained stubbornly in the original position. This time the man next to her didn’t need a signal. He grabbed her long laming red hair and pulled hard shouting “You stupid bitch, put your poor excuse for tits on the seat now.” With that he directed her upward and forward, to let her fall face forward onto the seat, grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her. He reached into a pocket and produced a zip tie that was already formed in a loop. With a swift motion the thin plastic strip was over her wrists and tightened. Within seconds all of the players were bound in the same fashion.

Coach Headly observed in shock, while her players got tied up and held down on the assigned seats, while the leader of this men held her by her hair. She sobbed “Please don’t hurt them.”

“Oh don’t worry, hurting them isn’t our goal. If they behave themselves they might even enjoy the whole thing. Gentlemen, let’s find out what they have to offer.”

And at that signal all the men holding down the wriggling girls, grabbed their victims shorts and yanked them down sharply, making sure to catch the panties as well. Resulting in the stunning view of 12 well toned, and fully exposed ass cheeks.

The results were predictable, after initial periods of surprise that varied between all the women, they all began to react to the changed situation. Kelly Richardson cried “No, No” repeatedly, the shy Mae Wong, started to choke with tears in her eyes, the fiery Fiona started to cuss at the men in such a fashion, it would have made a dock worker flush. Coach Headly made an effort to speak up, but as she began to straighten her spine, the man holding the gun to her head said “Hush, I have enough of this wailing. Gentlemen you know what to do.”

And from their concerted action it was apparent that they did indeed. Coach Headly heard a ripping of fabric as a very broad shouldered man was ripping the panties from Kelly’s body. Other similar noises followed, some men succeeded, most didn’t. Cotton panties are much more robust material than porn movies make them look. This didn’t bother them to long, those not able to rip the undergarments of by sheer force, produced knifes and cut them from their wriggling victims. Eyes wide in disbelief Headly watched the men grabbing her players by the hair and pulling their heads far back, causing screams of pain to come from all of them. Then one by one the men used their other hand to wad up the panties they still held, and pushed them into their mouths. All of the women had worn, very practical panties, so this was a significant amount of cotton, now filling their mouths, blocking their tongues and muffled their protesting screams. As before the men produced zip ties, this time long ones and used them to fixated the makeshift gags in their place. The whole bus was suddenly much quieter, while all the young women complained and wailed in either disgust, fear or rage not much could be heard beside muffled grunts.

Carl who was the leader of the group grinned savagely as he remembered the arguments his troop had brought up when he had explained the plan for the night. The arguments had gone high until he had made his point “You freaking idiots, get it out of your head that you can put your dicks in their mouths. don’t believe those movies that you enjoy so much on the internet. Those bitches are going to be defiant and pissed as hell, whatever you put in their mouths should better be expendable.” The realization that he possibly had a point deflated the men, he then continued “I promise you, that you will feel lips around your dicks, just not necessarily the kind that is good for talking.”

Now they were all here 6 beautiful young women, half naked, bound and gagged in their power, it was now time to begin the next phase of the festivities, quite a few of the men had already begun fondling their respective captives, either just touching their pussies, or beginning to fingerfuck them. One or the other had pushed up the jersey pawing firm and ample breasts.

Carl spoke quietly to Lena Headly “They are quite pretty I must say. But I think it’s unfair to exclude you just because you are old. Take of that ugly track suit.”
Lena didn’t reply, didn’t move until he prodded her with the barrel of his pistol against her temple
“Who are you folks?” she inquired
“Isn’t that obvious we are the Bronco Busters. Get on with taking those clothes off, you can ask questions and strip at the same time.”
With trembling fingers she pulled down the zipper of her green and white jacket, revealing the team jersey she wore underneath. Her captor indicated for her to drop the jacket on the floor.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Right now because I want to see what Mama Bronco looks in the nude. Isn’t that what the press calls you? Jersey next!”
It was indeed a nickname the press had put on Headly, not seeing any real alternative options she shrugged out of the jersey revealing a tan bra, cupping heavy breasts. She tried to cover herself with her arms.
“Pants next!”
Her resistance to that command was broken by another tap to the temple. With one arm across her chest she used the other hand to let her track suit pants drop to her ankles. Standing in just her underwear in front of a group of armed and hostile men.
“Powder blue and tan? You weren’t expecting to celebrate to hard tonight, were you? Grab the hand holds on the seats on both sides of the aisle.”

She slowly complied, not understanding what this was about , until two of the other men, rapidly ziptied her hands to the handles. leaving her leaning over. She felt something coarse slipping down her belly. As she looked she saw a rope joining two more seats at her middle section. with a sudden tug it was pulled taunt forcing her legs much further back, leaving her leaning over a lot, with her abdomen supported by the rope. She suddenly felt something cold and sharp at her back, sliding underneath the shoulder straps of her bra, severing first one then the other, going through the elastic fabric like a hot knife through butter. The elastic material contracted for a moment around her chest as somebody unhooked the back strap, before allowing it to fall to the ground. Leaving her breast hanging straight down. Not the most flattering for well endowed women past their teenage years.

“Now that’s what I call a nice set of udders, what size are they?”
Lena didn’t like her breasts to be called udders, but couldn’t really do anything about it. “My breasts are 36C”
He slapped her with a lot of force on her swinging chest. “when you got out of bed this morning, you might have had breasts, now you are mine, and those are tits or udders.” He looked at the driver “What do you think?”
“Some mighty fine tits ,sir.” Kevin answered
“Ah man of taste I see, what’s your name.”
“Kevin Cafferty”
“Are you a tits man Kevin?”
“Yes sir” Lena didn’t like the enthusiasm that was in Kevin’s answer
“Kevin do you know the secret to bronco busting?”
“Can’t say that I do.”
“You ride them, hard and long, until they are utterly exhausted, and then a bit more. This one here ain’t a bronco though, she is a plow horse. A mare getting plowed a lot. ”
He grabbed into one of the bags, and before Lena really noticed what he was doing he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head backwards, forcing a large ring into her mouth and began fastening the attached straps behind her head. It was some kind of gag and while not actually preventing her from articulating, it kept her mouth permanently open.
“You see Kevin, how well she is taking the bit?”
“Not sure about that sir, but it certainly fits right in.”
“You can say that. Kevin would you care for feeling those tits a bit.”
“I’m not sure I should sir.”
the masked man raised his pistol “Let’s say I insist.”
Kevin stepped behind Lena bending over and grabbing a breast in each hand. Kevin had surprisingly big and strong hands. Kneading and feeling them up. Lena didn’t need to read his mind to know he was enjoying this far to much, as she felt his hardening groin pressing against her ass.

“You seem to have a real knack for this Kevin, why don’t you pull those panties of for me. It doesn’t seem right that she is keeping them on, while all her players have their holes on display. Which reminds me. Guys if you are up to it, start riding them.”
He stepped slightly to the side to allow Lena an unrestricted view. Each and everyone of her girls had an erected cock lined up between her legs. And one by one the men pressed forward, each of them to fast to be comfortable. Each of them waiting until the initial reaction of her girls either a shriek or wail had ebbed to be replaced by the next girl. Lena felt has if each of those forced penetrations was a stab into her own heart. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she saw those ruffians laying into her pretty girls.

And suddenly her feelings of pity got distracted as she felt fingers hooking into the sides of her own panties, moving down and a warm stream of air, like human breath hit her suddenly exposed privates.
“How is her cunt Kevin.”
“Pretty hairy, but nice fat lips.”
“Want to get in that cunt”
Lena could only guess at the answer, but the masked man continued “Here take a condom, with those old used cunts, you never know where they have been. Who knows if she is clean.”
Something cold but light was dropped onto her back.
The man next to her leaned over and whispered in her ear “Can you see how many rubbers are used over there”
She tried to look, but couldn’t see clearly
“They are all getting fucked bareback. nothing better than spraying your cum, in young fresh pussy. Look over there that’s the first one cumming, one of mine not of yours I mean”
It was the man who had penetrated Mae, whose hips bucked wildly. “The poor girl” Lena thought always shy and only outgoing on the field. She hoped fervently that this hadn’t been her first time.
She grunted as she felt Kevin penetrate her own vagina from behind, nothing she couldn’t handle despite the indignity.

The man who had fucked Mae was slowly walking towards them, cock hanging semi flaccid down.
“Let me explain the function of this very special bit. Fucking all those young cunts is a messy affair, so we thought you could clean the boys up in between bouts. Somehow I didn’t think you would volunteer.”
The man held his cock towards her face and she violently moved backwards, driving herself hard onto Kevin’s cock. Kevin outweighed her by several dozen pounds so there was no escape there. She crinkled her face as the fleshy organ, smelling so strong of sex under her nose.
Lena was no shrinking violet, she had sucked a fair share of cocks, that had been inside her before, but never one that had been in another woman’s pussy just moments ago. The man didn’t much care and inserted himself just in time for her to be slammed forward by Kevin’s own thrust. Filling her mouth with unwanted flesh, and a mixed taste of sweat, salt, semen and a metallic taste like blood.

In an act of defiance, Lena remained stock still, not doing anything to accommodate the intruder in her mouth. The man reached out and grabbed her nose squeezing it shut. She gasped for air, but very little came through the gag ion her mouth.
“No hurry darling, I have all the time in the world, plenty of air for me.”
The most humiliating part of it was that he didn’t need to spell it out for her, if she wanted to breathe she had to suck the air around his cock, or taking an active part in pleasing him, to be allowed to breathe through the nose as well.
As her vision got a bit blurry, the decision to breath or suck cock was answered by her tongue. Moving along the flesh of her assailant. To her dismay she felt it growing more rigid, beginning to knock against her throat restricting airflow even more. She began to gag a bit, suddenly the man let go of her nose and a heavenly blast of oxygen rich air flooded her being. Just as she was wondering would he cum in her mouth. He entirely withdrew. Trailing long ropes of saliva
“Good job bitch, don’t worry I wasn’t going to nut in you, there are much more attractive holes available. Perhaps some of the black cunt”
“Oh Tisha” Lena thought as suddenly a blinding light briefly illuminated her.
“Such an underrated view, bent over getting railed form behind and globs of saliva hanging down your chin. What do you think a newspaper would pay for this picture of Mama Bronco”

Lena couldn’t reply, as already the next man was shoving his cock inside her mouth, making her taste another defilement of one of her girls. Not wanting to be fighting for breath again she knew what to do, sucking his cock accompanied to the sounds of the Broncos being raped. Kevin increased his pounding of her pussy until she felt his body convulse, the condom thankfully preventing him from cumming inside her. As he withdrew she heard the leader tell him.
“Put it there.” pointing somewhere she couldn’t see.
Shortly after she felts something soft and sticky being dropped on her back, where it stuck. She felts warm semen oozing out of the used condom.
“As you can see there is already a line forming so the head coach won’t have time to clean you up, why don’t you wipe yourself clean on that rag hanging from her legs? Coming to think of it, i think I insist” he lifted his gun “Just make sure you can pull them all up afterwards. That bush needs some cum in it.”

Lena felt her panties being dragged up on her legs and a very sticky cock sliding between her crotch and the soft cotton. As soon as she got home she vowed that she would throw those panties into the fire. She felt Kevin’s seed clinging to her thighs and the fine hair of her pubic mound. Not liking to be bald, she only trimmed it but never shaved it of making it very fine in consistency not coarse at all. Lena had always felt well cared pubes to be underrated and underappreciated. It was beyond her why a grown women wanted to look like a very young girl, without the attributes of womanhood. An attribute that got defiled at this moment.

“Kevin, before you pull those panties up again, please grab into the bag at your left.”
Lena heard the rustle of fabric, but couldn’t see anything.
“I assume you know where this belongs?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well what are you waiting for?”
“Doesn’t this come with some kind of thingy ..,, what do you call it lubricant?” She heard Kevin stutter.
“She is a stuck up cunt, so getting stuff stuck up there is in character.” he was told “Now!”
She felt something pressing against her vagina, forcing her lips apart stretching her both in diameter and length. There was also a hard plastic feel against her clit. The dildo caused her discomfort with every inch pushed inward.
Kevin pulled her panties over the intruder, but she worked with all her pelvic muscles to expell it.
“It’s not staying in sir.”
“Look into back, what is every handyman’s best friend?”
“There is a roll of duct tape.”
“Well tape the damn thing into place, but turn the switch first.”
Lena didn’t need to puzzle over the meaning of these instructions first. Just as the current occupant of her mouth withdrew. The intrusive toy, began vibrating at a very high level, strumming her clit, as well as the inside of her pussy. Getting pressed even deeper, hitting her cervix uncomfortably. Several strips of the sticky tape were applied between her legs, deliberately anchoring one side in her pubes.

As much as she hated the intrusion, it was very effective, she felt her body betray her in response to the stimulus to her sex. Her labia and clit flooded with blood and increased in sensitivity. She felt her pussy becoming wet.

“I hope you approve of our choice. There are 6 more in the bag. The vendor says one size fits all, don’t worry about your girls, by the time we are filling their sweet cunts with them they will be sufficiently stretched.”
The next man lined up, she had lost track of how many men had shoved their soiled cocks in her mouth. This one would be no different than the others. A sick fuck who got his kicks raping young innocent women. The moment her tongue made contact with his flesh, she realized she had been wrong. There was a sour taste to it, she had never experienced before. She tried to pull her head back, but he grabbed it and pulled her even deeper onto his flesh.
“You don’t like the taste? That redhead has now a better understanding what a real pain in the ass means.” The man laughed.
Tears rolled down Lena’s face, Fiona was a pain in the butt, but she didn’t deserve to be sodomized. And if it happened to one of the girls, it might happen to the others as well. And all those fucking bastards would line up in front of her mouth demanding from her to clean of the dirt with her tongue.

They did, and one by one the men brought her something to help her count them. They removed the hair ties from the girls hair, and applied them to her breasts. three to the left and three to the right. Causing her breasts to swell uncomfortable and turning bluish purple.

After what felt like hours, the leader of the group pronounced “let’s finish up here. Feel free to leave the head coach a memento”
Lena rightly dreaded the statement. The men had before always pulled out of her to leave and violate her players. Now they pulled out and left a final cum shot on her face. The first time she was disgusted, the second time angry, the third time grossed out, and continuing from that died inwardly more with every load deposited. It was the final insult to her but not her girls.

Lena watched in horror as the men forced big vibrators up their pussies, taping them also in place switched on. But they were to exhausted to really react to it.
“We can’t have the famous Broncos without their trademark pony tails.” The leader announced
Somebody produced a pair of scissors, and grabbed Fiona’s head, gathering the hair in a ponytail and cut it of. Another man produced a rubber cone with a ring at one end. they fitted the luscious red hair through the ring, holding it in place with duct tape again. before pushing the other side into Fiona’s ass. Giving her a real tail.

The process was repeated with Tisha, Kelly, Simone, Tina and Sally. By the time all the girls had been violated like this the vibrators caused them to writhe in despair on the floor.

“We have to leave you now, I think you have missed that game, but then again I don’t think any of those ponies could trust her legs tonight for not collapsing.”

The men left in an orderly fashion, got into the cars they had stashed close by and drove home, on their way the Leader, whose name was George Miller, called a tabloid newspaper with a hint on where to find the bus. He wondered if the Bronco’s would still make front page tomorrow. They passed the sign stating “Welcome to Brutonville.” The men had all placed substantial bets on tonight’s game, with the Broncos being favored to win 3:1, so betting on the Bulldogs was giving them all a big payday. George stood to win almost 10 grand. Not bad for a night of very satisfying work.

The End