MLB/2
I woke up, still naked under my covers, I looked at the clock, it was 10 AM, which I realized was not actually that late, the game was scheduled to start at 8 PM, and it could last for hours. I got out of bed, and noticed the dried blood on my pussy, then remembered everything that had happened, including what I had accepted from the homeless man.
I got a shower, if I was going to show my privates to the world, I would at least want them to not be bloody. I enjoyed the shower, and my pussy still hurt when I touched it, but the rest of my body didn't hurt, it was fine.
I got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed for the day, not getting dressed for the game yet, because it was still almost 10 hours away. I got dressed in normal clothing, taking into account that it would be chilly.
I left my room, and my brother was waiting for me near the elevator, and we both went down together. Our parents were staying in a different hotel, because they weren't players, so they just got cheap hotel rooms.
"Are you ok?" He whispered in my ear while we were in the elevator, we were alone, but he still whispered.
"Yeah..." I said, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Ok, that's good, I'm sorry for what they did to you..." He apologized, and I accepted the apology, but from my point of view, it wasn't even him who should have been apologizing.
I ate breakfast, not much happened the rest of the day, except we practiced and prepared for the game. About half an hour before the game, we all got into our uniforms, and started warming up.
I, of course, was wearing a skirt, and as per the deal I made with the homeless guy, it only reached my mid-thigh, and I wore nothing underneath. Other than my skirt, the rest of my uniform was practically identical to all the other players, just a smaller size because I was a child.
The game was getting close to starting, we all went into the dugouts, ready to play in the game. We were at bat first, so the Yankees went out onto the field, outfielders, infielders, stuff like that.
{{tab})Their pitcher was warming up, preparing for the start of the game. Will, my brother, was the first to bat in the game, so he was also warming up, about 10 minutes till the game started. They both finally got on the field, about to begin the game.
First ball was thrown, it went in strike zone, same with the next ball, but the third one was outside, so it was a ball. On the fourth pitch, Will hit the ball, and it flew to deep right field, and the guy over there threw it back to the diamond, but Will made it to second base before the ball got back.
Next up, was Carlos Rodriguez, he hit the ball on the first pitch, and hit it out of the park, scoring a two run home run in the first inning. I didn't bat in the first inning, as the next three people all struck out: George Martin, Nick Washington, and John Smith.
Now it was their turn to play, so we got on the field, I was the first baseman, my brother was the third baseman, so we were on either sides of the field. The first person to bat for the Yankees, hit the ball on the first pitch, and it went to center field, and was caught before it hit the ground, so he was out. The next guy got hit by our pitcher with his second pitch, and walked.
The third guy hit the ball to right field, and I jumped up to try and catch it before it went to the outfield. It hit my glove, but didn't lose much speed, so it kept going to the outfield, and was thrown back to me, but he was already safe at first by the time I got the ball.
Not long after, the bases were loaded, with 2 outs, and the current hitter had 3 balls and 2 strikes. Carlos was pitching, and he threw the ball, it went straight in the center of the strikezone, but was hit by the batter.
The ball left the bat and went directly towards me. I didn't have enough time to react and put my glove out to catch it, before it hit me in the chest. It knocked me backwards off my feet, causing my skirt to go up, and expose me in front of millions of people who were watching it live.
I managed to grab the ball before it hit the ground, and the guy was out, ending the inning. I was fine, but completely oblivious to how much I was exposed. The inning was over, so we all left the field, of course, multiple people checked to see if I was ok, and surprisingly, none of them mentioned my lack of panties, even though some of them had to have seen it.
I was fine, so I continued to play. The top of the second inning, I was the second one who was gonna bat, Sean Lee came first. Sean got to first base after getting four balls and walking.
I stepped up to the plate, my first time batting in a real game... I was kind of nervous, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the pitcher and the ball in his hand. He threw the first ball, and I swung and missed the ball.
He threw another, this one I didn't swing, it was outside the strike zone. Sean Lee stole a base and made it to second base successfully. Another pitch came my way, and I swung, my bat hit the ball, but it fouled back.
I now had 1 ball 2 strikes, and another ball came towards me. I didn't swing, the ball went right past my face, and I had to back up to not get hit, 2 balls 2 strikes. Another pitch, I swung, hit the ball, and it went into the air.
I didn't care how far it was going, I just ran, I ran as fast as I could. While I was running, my skirt went up a bit, and if you were lucky, you sometimes could make out part of my bare pussy. I made it to second base before the ball got back to the diamond. Sean made it home, scoring the third point in the game.
Next to bat, was Matthew Harris, who hit the ball out of the park on the first pitch. We both ran through the bases to home, scoring another two points, bringing the score to 5-0. The Yankees were starting to get mad, and replaced their pitcher, because the current one wasn't doing very good.
Next was the last one in the batting order, Quinn Olson, who struck out with the new pitcher. Next was my brother again, who hit the ball, but it was caught before it hit the ground, so he was out. Then Carlos again, and he made it to first, but George Martin, the next guy, struck out.
Next few innings, I made a few diving catches, hit a few balls, the usual baseball stuff. Nearly everyone who was watching had noticed my lack of panties. When I was in the dugout during the sixth inning, one of the coaches told me about my lack of underwear, and I put on some underwear, hoping that the homeless person wouldn't care, or was bluffing that he could even do anything about it.
Once it was the top of the ninth inning, the score was 10-8 Yankees, they were 2 points ahead of us. We played in the top of the inning, so it was our turn to bat. The first two people to bat got on base, the third struck out, then the next one got on, and the bases were loaded.
Sean Lee was the next person to bat, 1 out, bases loaded, he hit three foul balls in a row, before swinging and missing, and striking out. I was up next, 2 outs, bases loaded, the game depended on me, if I struck out, we lost this game.
I stepped up to the plate, and got ready to swing. The first pitch looked like a good one, so I swung, but it didn't make contact with the bat, so I got my first strike. The second pitch was nearly the exact same thing, and I was one strike away from losing the game.
I really didn't want to be the one who lost the game for us, even though we would have more games in the World Series for us to catch up. The third pitch came at me, I swung, and felt the ball come in contact with the bat.
The ball went up and straight to center field, I immediately started running, watching the ball to see where it landed. The ball went over the wall, and into the stands where all the people were. My mouth went open when I saw where it landed and both my hands went to my mouth.
90 percent of the people here were rooting for the yankees, so there was a lot of booing. I was really shocked that I got a home run, and got really emotional and started crying as I ran the bases. Tears were coming down my face as I went past third base, turning and running home, happy tears, of course.
I made it home, after hitting a grand slam, and I ran to the dugout, where a bunch of people congratulated me, and my brother hugged me, the game was now 12-10 Braves.
The top of the ninth ended without another score, and the bottom would soon follow it. I had recovered from my emotions by the time the bottom of the ninth came around. I went to first base, ready for the Yankees to bat.
The first two hitters struck out, the third made it to second base, the fourth and fifth walked, and the bases were now loaded. The sixth guy walked bringing the score to 12-11, the seventh guy was desperate to hit the ball, meaning, he swung every pitch, so he struck out quick, ending the game at 12-11, and we won.
When he swung that last time, everybody ran onto the field in celebration. After a little while, everyone left the ballpark, and I was asked to sign some baseballs, hats, gloves, etc. from a few Braves fans that were there.
I was finally free from the crowd, a lot of people were actually asking about my wardrobe malfunction, and I just ignored them, pretending not to hear them.
It was already late, the game started at 8, and it was now almost 11 PM. Most of the players headed out for a drink to celebrate, but I was obviously too young, so I didn't. My parents met me outside the ballpark when the others left to get drinks, and we ate dinner together.
They kept reminding me of how proud they were of my grand slam, and I thanked them. They had waited to eat for me, so that we could eat dinner together. They purposefully didn't say anything about my lack of panties in the first half of the game, because they didn't want to remind me of the embarrassment.
After dinner, I pretty much went straight to the hotel, saying goodnight to my parents before I left. When I was almost at the hotel, someone stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, and asked, "Can you tell me why you weren't wearing any underwear during the beginning of the game?"
I had ignored everyone who had asked me before, but this time there was no way I didn't hear his question. "I hit a grand slam, and pretty much saved the game, and all you care about is how I accidentally forgot my underwear and exposed myself on national television?" I asked, "You're sick..." I said and walked past him.
He quickly got in front of me and pretended he hadn't spoken to me yet, "Hi, congratulations on your grand slam, what was going through your head when you hit the ball?" He asked.
I sighed and answered, "Well, when I hit the ball, I was just praying nobody would catch it, so that we wouldn't automatically lose the game, but when I saw it go past the wall, I couldn't believe my eyes, and just ran home as fast as I could." He was writing everything I said down on a piece of paper.
"You started crying between second and third base, why?" He asked.
"Umm.. because that is when I saw the ball go over the wall, I was emotional." I said, 'Duh!', I thought.
"Now, the thing that everyone wants to know... why weren't you wearing any underwear in the first half of the game?" He asked.
"Wow..." I said and walked past him, he stepped in front of me again, and when I tried to walk past him, he blocked my path, not letting me through. "Let me pass." I demanded.
"Not until you answer my question." He said.
"Ok, fine, I wasn't wearing any underwear because I'm a slut who likes to show off her body on national TV!" I said sarcastically, but he wrote it down, and I instantly regretted saying it.
"Now, I know that's not true, but if you don't tell me the truth, I am gonna tell everyone what you said." He warned, and pulled me into a dark alley, out of view of the public.
"I'll just tell them you lied about me." I said.
"Yeah, but who are they gonna believe? The girl who is denying it so that she won't get publicly humiliated, or the guy who has nothing to gain from this information getting out?" He asked and pinned me against the wall.
"If you don't let me go, I am gonna scream!" I said, and he smiled. He put his hand over my mouth, and used his other hand to removed my panties from under my short skirt.
"I am gonna use my camera and record you saying that you are a slut, and flashing me your naked pussy, then say 'fuck me daddy', and when I deny, get on your knees and pull my pants down." He said, "And if you don't, I will kill you!" He warned, he wasn't actually gonna kill me, but he didn't want me to try anything.
He set up the camera, pointing towards me, and he came into view, "So why were you wearing nothing under your skirt today?" He asked, making it seem like this wasn't the first question he asked.
"Umm... well, because I am a slut, and wanted to show my pussy to millions of people on live tv." I said, I didn't know what a pussy was until he said it, but I got it by context. I bit my lip to make it seem real, not wanting to give him any excuse to get mad at me. I lifted my skirt, and said, "Fuck me daddy!"
"What, eww, no!" He said and pushed my skirt down, "I am just here to ask you questions." I got on my knees, "What are you doing?" He asked.
I didn't respond, I just pulled down his pants as I was told, both his pants and underwear came down. He acted shocked and backed away, out of view of the camera, and fixed his pants. He stopped the video, and I assumed I was allowed to leave now, so I stood up.
He put his hand on my mouth and pinned me against the wall. He pushed his pants down again, shoved his dick in me as hard as he could, and fucked my brains out. He fucked me so hard, I started to bleed, and tears streamed down my face.
He cummed in me eventually, and threw me to the ground, before leaving and taking his camera with him. I laid on the ground for a few minutes, but it was late at night, so it was too cold to not stay still for long periods of time in the lack of clothing I was wearing.
I walked to the hotel, not knowing that the blood had dripped down my leg to my knee. Nobody seemed to notice, and I went into my hotel room, and almost instantly, there was a knock on my door. I turned around and opened the door, and recognized the face of the homeless guy from last night.
"Hi, good to see you listened to me, sort of... as punishment for putting on panties halfway through the game." He said and walked in, closing the door behind him, "You must wear shorter skirts, remember, every game! Even in Georgia." He smiled.
"What if I don't?" I asked.
"Then I will find you, and kill you!" He warned, this was the second death threat I had received today.
"What if I call the police and have you arrested?" I asked.
"Then one of my friends will hunt you down and kill you!" He said, "No matter who you arrest, I will still have more contacts willing to kill you." He smiled.
"Ok, so what if I get someone to protect me?" I asked, really trying to get out of this.
"Then I will kill them, then you, I don't care how skilled your guard is, he is not bulletproof." He grabbed a gun from his coat pocket, and pointed it at me.
"I don't like you." I said, and went into the bathroom. He followed me in, and I got undressed and took a shower. After my shower, I dried off, didn't bother putting any clothes on, and went to sleep.
Meanwhile, he was still there, wondering why I wasn't scared of the gun. I wasn't scared of it, because I knew he wouldn't shoot me, because he wanted me to expose myself on tv. He eventually left the room after getting bored, I was still awake, but laying in bed with my eyes closed.
I got up, locked the door, and got back in bed, it was 2 AM by the time I fell asleep.