Chapter 2: Maria’s first time
The stadium's air was electric, charged with the collective energy of thousands of spectators. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant aroma of popcorn wafted through the air, a peculiar juxtaposition of natural and manufactured scents. The sun beat down relentlessly, casting a harsh glare on the pristine green field, a stark contrast to the vibrant red and black of our Esclavo's uniforms. I could feel the weight of expectation, not just from the crowd, but from my teammates, from the camera crew, from the millions watching at home. Here I am at bat for the very first time.
The crowd is roaring, and the camera is on me. I can feel the weight of Sofia's expectations, the pressure of the moment, and the throb of my heartbeat in my ears. I take a deep breath, grip the bat, and focus on the pitcher.
But it all goes to shit when I swing and miss.
The bat clatters to the ground, and the crowd boos. I feel the heat of embarrassment rise up my neck, my cheeks burn. Sofia's voice cuts through the noise, sharp as a whip. "Fucking pathetic, Maria.
You call that a swing? Get your ass over here," Sofia barked, her voice echoing through the silent locker room. I hesitated, my body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal. I could feel every eye on me, each of my teammates watching, waiting. I walked over to Sofia, my feet heavy, the sound of my bare skin smacking against the cold concrete floor filling the room. She reached out, her fingers tangling in my hair, and forced me to my knees. "You know what to do, don't you, slut?" she whispered, her voice dripping with vicious sweetness. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew what was expected of me. I had seen it done to others, had been forced to watch as part of my initiation into the Esclavo's. But this time, it was me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of shame and arousal.
Sofia pushed me down, my knees digging into the cold concrete. She handed the riding crop to Lila, who stood behind me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Start with her feet," Sofia commanded, her voice cold and detached.
Lila knelt down, her hands gripping my ankles. I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and moist.
She started at my toes, her tongue circling each one before sucking it into her mouth, her teeth grazing the tender flesh. I gasped, a shock of pleasure coursing through me. It was humiliating, degrading, and yet, I couldn't deny the heat building between my legs.
Lila moved up my foot, her tongue tracing the arch, her lips kissing and biting every inch of my skin. She reached my ankle, her teeth sinking in, hard enough to leave a mark. I cried out, my fingers digging into the concrete, trying to ground myself.
Sofia watched, her eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction.