Allie smiled, taking a sip of her champagne as she looked around the party bus at all of her teammates from the Central University volleyball team. It had been an incredibly stressful and humiliating October, thanks to their Middle College rivals (headed by the villainous Rebecca), but now it was Halloween and all Allie had to worry about was having a good time with her friends.
The team, as per their usual tradition, had rented out a luxury bus, complete with oodles of champagne and liquor for shots, to take them into the nearby big city for a night of clubbing and dancing. Allie’s seated in one corner with her fellow freshman Lainey and Clara; the other two members of their little fivesome, Tabitha and Cindy, were up front with the team captain Veronica. The girls were about halfway through their two-hour ride, and more than halfway through their alcohol stash, with each and every girl on the team feeling at least a bit buzzed.
As per the other half of their team tradition for Halloween, all of the girls were dressed in matching (but non-identical) costumes. This year’s themes had been Devils, with most of the girls daring for combinations made from skimpy red leather and latex. Allie herself was essentially just wearing a latex bikini with a little devil tail and some horns.
At the moment, Allie was chatting with Lainey about the blonde’s favorite topic (cute boys and girls) while a drowsy Clara rested her head against Allie’s shoulder, letting out gentle little snores that were rather adorable. Hopefully the short Asian girl would rally after a little nap, although Allie couldn’t help feeling a little sleepy herself.
Which was odd, because Allie had taken a three hour nap this afternoon to make sure she had enough energy for a night full of dancing. And honestly, as the hills rolled by the bus’s windows, Allie was feeling less ‘a little sleepy’ and more ‘overwhelmingly exhausted’ as she started to have a bit of trouble keeping her eyes open. Feeling a little flutter of worry in her chest, Allie sat up a little straighter and began to look around the bus.
Scattered throughout the bus’s confines, Allie stared in shock at an entire team of girls who were either already passed out or on the verge of succumbing.
“Oh fuck.” Allie stares in horror at the glass of champagne in her hand, as if it’s the only explanation. After all, the entire team had toasted with it, so everyone had been drinking the tasty beverage. After futilely trying to shake Clara awake and then noticing that Lainey had similarly fallen asleep, Allie staggered to her feet and tried to make her way to the front of the bus to speak with the driver, struggling to step over the bodies of the girls curled up on the floor.
She barely made it halfway before falling into darkness as the exhaustion overcame her.
The first thing Allie noticed when she slowly drifted back to consciousness was the rather intense ache in her jaw. As her eyes flickered open to see the large red curtain that was hanging in front of her, it only took Allie a few moments to recognize the source of the ache as the massive ring gag strapped viciously tight between her teeth.
“Mmwha?” She gurgled, trying to question groggily what was happening, the words rendered to gibberish by the circle of metal. Allie tried to raise her hands to her face to pull it out, only to find them immobilized by thick leather straps binding each of her limbs to the padded ottoman she was laid upon, stomach down. Her legs were likewise restrained, leaving her almost hugging the object beneath her with all four limbs.
“Mmffff!” Allie screams into her gag, shaking her head back and forth as she tried to pull herself free. Her attempts halted when an unseen hand suddenly took a tight grip of Allie’s long hair and painfully yanked it backwards, forcing the Latina girl’s head to tilt upwards and stare directly at the curtain.
“Uh uh uh, Allie, we can’t have you moving before your performance starts.” The cruel voice of Rebecca, Middle College’s volleyball captain, taunted in Allie’s ear, as a second hand delivered a mean smack to Allie’s plump ass. The stinging pain drew Allie’s attention to the fact that she had been stripped completely naked while unconscious.
“You know, we thought about leaving you and your team alone. After all, we already demolished you girls during the rivalry game. But then you kept poking your noise in around our campus, and we realized that perhaps you needed a more extreme lesson in who’s the boss and who’s the bitches.”
Rebecca laughs, releasing Allie’s hair and stepping away. “We’ve planned a very special performance for you girls.” At Rebecca’s prompting, Allie looked to her left and right, gasping into her gag as she spotted her four friends: Cindy and Tabitha to her left, and Clara and Lainey to her right. Each girl was uniquely restrained to a different type of kinky furniture, just like Allie.
Cindy was strapped tightly onto an inverted St. Andrew’s Cross, her long hair piled on the ground right beneath her head and her toned legs raised high into the air.
Tabitha was on her hands and knees in a ‘doggy’ position, her body trapped in a similarly shaped cage with very little wiggle room.
Clara was in a suspended hogtie, left hanging from metal cuffs that pulled her arms and legs together above her.
And Lainey was seated agonizingly on a triangular ‘wooden horse’, the top point digging painfully into the blonde’s crotch as her legs hung off the side with heavy metal shackles pulling them down towards the ground.
Like Allie, all four girls were completely naked and gagged with oversized ring gags and were currently being teased by a member of the Middle College team.
“Just a few last pieces of setup.” With a smirk, Rebecca and the other bullies positioned microphones right in front of each of the bound girls’ mouths, before strapping large hitachi to each of their pussies.
“We have a packed house. Everyone we told about your little charity concert was super excited to come, especially after they heard what type of musical performance you were planning.” Rebecca gestures for Allie to listen carefully, and sure enough, the Latina can hear the muffled sounds of what seems to be large crowd on the other side of the heavy curtain.
“And that was before we told them how the rest of your team all volunteered to donate to Locks of Love.” At the confused look on Allie’s face, Rebecca smiled and elaborated. “Every time one of you girls cum during your three-hour performance, we’re going to shave the head of one of your teammates. Won’t that be fun! And to be clear, if you don’t want a buncha baldies for teammates, all you girls need to do is not cum!”
Almost cackling, Rebecca began to leave, but not before flicking on the vibrator to max. The sudden stimulation drew an immediate gasp of arousal from the bound Allie; as the microphone amplified the erotica sound throughout the large theatre, Allie blushed in fierce embarrassment as the curtain parts to reveal the audience of horny ‘fans’, finally understanding what Rebecca meant by ‘concert’.
Allie tries to stay silent, but before long, the vibrator has her worked up to the point where that’s impossible. Her sounds of erotic pleasure are soon joined by those of the other four girls, each distinct enough to be differentiable but joining together in a pornographic symphony.
It takes only ten minutes for the first of the girls to orgasm, Lainey screaming out through her gag as it crashes over her. A PA announcement over speakers briefly lets the crowd know that team captain Veronica has ‘volunteered’ as the first donor. A large screen shows footage of a different room, where the long-haired brunette struggles against leather straps binding her to a barbershop as members of the MC team approach with cruel smirks and a wide assortment of barber’s tools, from electric shavers to shaving cream and hand razors.
By the time Veronica has been reduced to a shiny bald scalp, Tabitha and Allie have both succumbed to their own first orgasms. And that’s how it continues, with the five girls on stage cumming again and again, microphones broadcasting the sounds throughout the chamber, forced to watch their teammates and friends shaved one by one.
Barely halfway through the three hours, the team has run out of victims for haircuts. For a second, Allie is terrified that now she and her friends will be next, shaved bald on stage, before the PA broadcasts an even worse reality.
“Well, we’ve run through our entire list of volunteer donors. You know what that means, everyone! We start from the top of the list once more, this time for the tramp stamps! Remember to shout out your suggestions for what each of these lovely girls should get tattooed on her lower back!”