Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

A lice

The locker room fell silent as we entered. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me. The entire team was there, each man dressed in nothing but a fluffy blue bathrobe. The air was thick with the scent of soap and aftershave, mingling with the underlying musk of male bodies.

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the sea of athletic masculinity before me. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, and powerful thighs were on display, barely concealed by the thin terrycloth. I felt a rush of heat flood my body, my nipples hardening painfully against the silky lining of my raincoat.

Lucas’ hand on my lower back guided me forward, and I stumbled slightly, my legs suddenly weak. The team’s eyes followed our every move, a mixture of curiosity, shock, and something darker, more primal, in their gazes.

“Gentlemen,” Lucas addressed the team, his voice steady and authoritative. “As you know, Alice here caused quite a stir at our press conference. She’s here to apologize and accept the consequences of her actions.”

With that, Lucas turned to me. “Take off your coat, Alice,” he commanded.

My hands trembled as I reached for the buttons. I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room on me as I slowly unfastened each one. The coat slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked before the team.

My skin flushed with heat as I felt their eyes roaming over my exposed body, my smooth pussy, bared for Lucas’ enjoyment. Shame and arousal warred within me, making my breath come in short, shallow gasps. I wanted to cover myself, to hide from their hungry gazes, but I knew better than to disobey Lucas.

“On the bench,” Lucas commanded, gesturing to a sturdy structure of white plastic and metal framing that looked like it had come from the training room—something a footballer would sit on to have his ankles taped.

On shaky legs, I walked to the thing, acutely aware of the way my breasts bounced slightly with each step. The plastic was cool against my skin as I lay face down, the legs squeaking softly as I shifted.

Lucas moved to stand beside me, a roll of white athletic tape in his hands. “Put your hands down along the legs,” he ordered.

I obeyed, reaching my hands downward. My heart raced as Lucas began wrapping the tape around my wrists, securing them to the metal legs of the bench. He worked methodically, moving to my ankles next. The tape was snug but not painfully tight, holding me firmly in place.

When he finished, I tested my bonds, finding myself completely immobilized. The position left me utterly exposed, my bottom protruding over the end of the bench slightly and my legs spread wide. I could feel the air on my most intimate places, knowing the team had an unobstructed view of my pussy and anus.

“Open,” Lucas said, his voice low and dangerous. I turned to see him standing over me, just to my left.

I opened my mouth obediently, my cheeks burning with shame as Lucas reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties. The delicate lace dangled from his fingers, a damning reminder of my arousal. I could see the damp spot on the crotch, evidence of how my body had betrayed me.

Lucas bunched up the panties, his eyes locked on mine as he brought them to my lips. The musky scent of my own arousal filled my nostrils as he pushed the fabric into my mouth. The taste of myself on my tongue sent a jolt of confused pleasure through me, even as mortification threatened to overwhelm me.

I heard a few low chuckles from the team, the sound cutting through the haze of my embarrassment. Whispers and murmurs reached my ears, though I couldn’t make out the words. My face burned hotter, knowing they were discussing my predicament, perhaps commenting on my exposed body or the sight of their captain gagging me with my own underwear.

“Gentlemen,” Lucas addressed the team, his voice carrying easily through the locker room. “Alice here seems to enjoy being the center of attention. So let’s indulge her, shall we? Feel free to share your thoughts. After all, she embarrassed us all with her little stunt at the press conference.”

There was a moment of silence, then someone spoke up. “ Bonjour , Alice,” the voice said, his tone mocking, “I’m Tomas—I’m a midfielder. I must say you look like a very naughty girl who needs a good whipping.”

I whimpered softly around the gag, my face burning with shame. The clinical white bench beneath me suddenly felt like a stage, with me as the reluctant performer.

“ Oui ,” another voice chimed in. “Perhaps she needs to learn what happens to little sluts who cause trouble for the team.”

Lucas’ hand came to rest on my lower back, his touch both comforting and possessive. “Indeed she does,” he agreed. “And you’re all going to help teach her that lesson.”

I heard the soft whisper of leather through the air, and my heart began to race. I knew that sound—it was Lucas’ martinet. The polished wooden handle gleamed in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the locker room as Lucas held it up for the team to see.

“Ten lashes,” Lucas announced. “One for each of you. If you’d indulge me, my friends, I’d invite you to count Alice’s lashes out loud.”

I tensed, anticipating the first strike. But instead of the sharp sting of leather, I felt Lucas’ hand caressing my bottom, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“Such a pretty little ass,” he murmured. “It’s a shame to mark it up. But you need this, don’t you, ma chère ?”

Unable to speak around the gag, I could only nod, my cheeks burning hot.

The first strike came without warning, the leather tails of the martinet biting into my tender flesh. I cried out around the gag, the sound muffled but still audible in the quiet locker room.

“One,” Tomas called out, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and awe.

I barely had time to process the burning sting before the second lash fell, slightly lower on my bottom. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the pain bloomed across my skin.

“Two,” another voice announced.

Lucas’ rhythm was relentless, each strike coming just as the pain from the previous one began to peak. I writhed against my bonds, the tape holding firm as I struggled. My muffled cries filled the air, mingling with the sharp crack of leather against flesh and the steady count from the team.

“Three,” another voice called out, as the martinet struck my tender flesh once more. The pain was intense, radiating outward from the point of impact. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners to trail down my cheeks.

“Four,” came the next count, this voice deeper and accented.

As the fifth lash fell, I forced my eyes open, blinking away the tears that blurred my vision. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat. The team had shed their robes, standing naked around the bench where I lay, bound and exposed. Their muscular bodies gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, a sea of tanned skin and rippling muscle.

“Five,” one of them called out, his hand wrapped around his hardening cock.

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. They were touching themselves, stroking their shafts as they watched Lucas discipline me. The sight sent a confusing mix of shame and arousal coursing through my body.

“Six,” another voice announced, slightly breathless.

I could hear the soft sounds of flesh on flesh as the team pleasured their massive cocks, punctuated by occasional grunts and sighs of growing arousal. The knowledge that these elite athletes were becoming aroused by my punishment was both mortifying and intensely erotic.

“Seven,” came the next count, followed by a particularly hard strike that made me cry out around the gag.

I sobbed openly, my face wet with tears. The pain was overwhelming, each lash feeling like fire across my tender skin. And yet, beneath the agony, I felt something else stirring—a deep, primal arousal that left me breathless. The sight of all those hard penises, those moving hands… the thought of what the team might do to me… what Lucas might invite them to do… it made me so lightheaded I thought I might pass out.

“Eight,” another voice called out, sounding breathless with arousal.

The martinet cracked against my flesh once more, sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my body. I writhed against my bonds, the tape holding firm as I struggled. My muffled cries filled the air, mingling with the sound of flesh on flesh as the team continued to stroke themselves.

“Nine,” came the next count, the voice thick with lust.

I forced my eyes open, blinking away the tears that blurred my vision. The sight before me was overwhelming—a sea of muscular bodies, hands moving rhythmically over impressive erections. Some of the men were openly leering at me, while others seemed almost reluctant, their eyes darting between my exposed form and their teammates.

“Ten,” the final count rang out, followed by the sharpest strike yet.

I screamed around the gag as the martinet bit into my tender flesh one last time. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. And yet, beneath the agony, I felt an undeniable throb of arousal. My inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Good girl,” Lucas murmured, his hand coming to rest on my burning bottom. The heat of his palm against my abused skin sent shivers down my spine. “You took your punishment well.”

I whimpered softly, a mix of pain and relief washing over me. It was over. I had gotten through it. But what came next?

Lucas’ hand caressed my bottom, his touch both soothing and electrifying. I whimpered softly around the gag, torn between pressing into his palm for comfort and pulling away from the pain.

“You did very well indeed, ma chère ,” Lucas crooned, his voice low and husky. “Now it’s time for your reward.”

I felt Lucas move behind me, his hands grasping my hips firmly. “Gentlemen,” he addressed the team, “I think our naughty little Alice here deserves to feel how much her punishment affected us all, don’t you?”

A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me shiver with a mixture of fear and anticipation. What did he mean?

Lucas’ hands moved to my bottom, gently spreading my cheeks. I whimpered around the gag as I felt cool air caress my most intimate places.

“Look how wet she is,” Lucas said, his voice thick with desire. “Our naughty girl enjoyed her punishment, didn’t she?”

I heard murmurs of agreement from the team, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. My heart raced as I felt someone’s presence behind me.

“Go ahead, Tomas,” Lucas encouraged. “See for yourself.”

I gasped as I felt fingers probing my slick folds. Tomas let out a low whistle. “ Mon dieu , she’s soaked,” he marveled.

His fingers explored further, circling my aching clit before dipping inside me. I couldn’t help but moan, my hips shifting restlessly against my bonds.

“Such a responsive little slut,” Tomas chuckled. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. I cried out around the gag, my inner walls clenching around his digits.

“My turn,” another voice said eagerly. Tomas’ fingers withdrew, quickly replaced by someone else’s. These were thicker, rougher, stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” the new player groaned. “Lucas, how do you ever leave the bedroom?”

Lucas chuckled darkly. “With great difficulty,” he replied, “at least when we were truly together. Now we must see if my little Alice is going to realize what she truly needs.”