MLB/3
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I woke up to a knock on my door at 9 AM, I had only gone to sleep 7 hours ago. I got out of bed, forgetting I was naked, I opened the door, to see who it was. My brother, Will, entered, he closed the door behind himself, then noticed I was naked.
"Why'd you wake me up?" I asked, kind of annoyed.
"Umm, sorry, but you are all over the news, people are saying something about you are a slut and stuff, somebody even has a video of you admitting to such fact, but obviously it isn't you, it's probably photoshopped." He said, and my heart sank.
"Of course..." I said, I knew this was gonna happen. "Well, I did say that..." I admitted.
He interrupted me, saying, "Wait, what?"
"Let me finish! I did say it, but he threatened to kill me if I didn't! Then once he turned the camera off, he fucked me." I used the f word, and he was kind of confused as to how I would know such a word.
"Umm... I feel like you should tell somebody..." He said.
"Well, I told you, and I just got up! I haven't talked to anyone since it happened." After I said this, I remembered about the homeless guy, I technically talked to him since, but I wasn't gonna say anything about him, even to Will, at least not yet.
"Whoah, calm down, I meant like the cops or somebody." He said.
"I know." I said, then noticed he was staring at my chest and not my eyes, this caused me to look down, and I noticed I was naked. I quickly covered myself with my hands, and grabbed a short dress and put it on, it reached my mid thighs.
"Umm, anyway, also, there are tons of people outside the hotel, wanting to ask you questions." He said.
"Ugh, why do people have to wake up so early?" I asked, "I only got to bed a little over seven hours ago." I went to my bed and laid down.
"Umm... you can go back to bed, they'll probably get bored of waiting after an hour or two." He said.
"Ok, goodnight!" I said, and pulled the covers over me and closed my eyes. I didn't fall asleep for another 20 minutes, and I woke up after an hour, to the door opening, it was apparently unlocked.
I opened my eyes and saw two people I didn't recognize, walk in as if I was awake and ready to talk. One had a camera, the other had a microphone, and started asking me questions, I wasn't able to process any of them for a few seconds, so I just ignored them.
"SHUTUP!" I said, and they stopped asking questions. "I am trying to sleep!"
"Ok, but we'd like to ask you a few questions: Is it true, that you are a slut, and you wanted to show your, uhh, area, to millions of people?" He said 'area', because he didn't want to say pussy, yet he was fine with saying 'slut'.
"No, I am not, now GET OUT!" I said, and stood up, I was still wearing the dress, but it had ridden up, and I didn't notice, so I was giving the cameras a clear shot of my privates.
"Umm, ok, we're leaving." They turned around, and the guy with the microphone hit the off button on the camera, and turned back to me. "But first, I wanna fuck you."
The guy with the camera was slightly confused, then realized what was happening, and made no effort to stop the other guy. "No! Get away from me!" I said, and ran for the door, neither of them stopped me, as my dress was still not going down, and I was about to humiliate myself.
I exited the room, and they followed, and I continued to run, until I reached the elevator, and went down before they could enter the elevator. I was safe, at last, but I still hadn't noticed that my dress was not covering my crotch.
The elevator opened on the bottom floor, there were tons of people outside, but not many inside. As soon as they saw me, though, they all came inside with their cameras, and started asking me questions about me being a slut.
There were too many to really process, so I just ignored them and walked to the entrance of the building, being followed by cameras. They kept asking me questions, so I stopped and turned around, "I will answer any question you ask... IF, one person asks a question at a time!" I said.
All of them stopped talking and they discussed amongst themselves, then one stepped forward, and asked, "Is it true, that you said you were a slut?"
"Yes, I said that-" I said, but before I could explain why, I was cut off.
"Is it intentional, that you are showing everyone your privates right now, by the way, some of us are live." He said, and I looked down, I immediately pushed my dress down, and put both hands between my legs, and my face turned bright red.
"I'll take that as a no..." He said, "So, will you be wearing underwear under your skirt at tonight's game?"
"No..." I said, I wasn't paying enough attention to lie, I was too busy wondering how long I had been walking half naked. "No! I mean yes! I will be wearing underwear!" I said, hoping they would believe me, but I doubted it, especially once they see the game tonight.
"Is it true, that you actually wanted the guy to, umm... pardon my french... fuck you, in the video from last night?" He asked.
"No!" I said, and at that point, I forgot why I had left the hotel. I started walking back to the hotel, wanting to get away from these people who were ruining my life.
"Oh, what about when you pulled his pants down, were you actually going to do something?" He asked, following me.
"Depends on your definition of something, but probably no!" I said, and made it back to the hotel, and once I was inside the building, I ran to the elevator, getting in and closing it before anybody could follow me.
Meanwhile, this was live, and uncensored, so everyone saw my pussy, because I was the top news story, so almost everybody knew everything what I said, including my parents. I was now seen by the world as a seven year old slut who can't make up her mind about whether or not she wants to be fucked.
The elevator opened, and I walked to my hotel room, when I opened the door, the room was empty. I remembered why I left, but promptly forgot about it, since the room was empty. I locked the door, and laid down on my bed, on my back, above the covers.
I closed my eyes, trying to get a little more sleep, waiting out the reporters. I was half asleep, when the reporter who first asked me questions in my room, came out from under the bed, where he was hiding, and my eyes were closed, so I didn't notice.
Quickly, all in one motion, he grabbed both my arms, held them with one hand, put them above my head, pushed up my dress, spread my legs, and shoved his dick deep in my pussy.
By the time I was able to react, since I was already almost asleep, he was already fucking me as hard as humanly possible. I cried loudly, but unless someone was in one of the neighboring rooms, my cries went unheard, and nobody was, because they were all awake, and out of the hotel.
I cried as he fucked me and made me bleed, he slapped me with his free hand, over and ver again. He took over ten minutes to cum, then he pulled out and grabbed his belt, which he had taken off before I entered the room, and stood up.
He let go of my arms, but I was in too much pain to try and get up. He held his belt and used it like a whip, and he whipped my face, mainly my cheeks. He also removed my dress and whipped my chest and belly, and each time he hit me, I curled up and he had to uncurl me.
I cried, unable to defend myself, as he put me on my belly, and starting whipping my butt as hard as he could. He continued to whip my butt for half an hour, then stopped and left, and I just laid there, naked, on my belly, with my red ass on display for all to see, well, actually nobody, because nobody was there.
When he left, he didn't lock my door, so it was unlocked, and anyone could enter at any time. I laid there for around two hours, before mustering up the strength to stand up. I was still in tons of pain, but at this point, I was really hungry, and we only had 6 hours until the game started.
I got a shower, to clean off my pussy mainly, and dried off. I got dressed into a knee length short sleeve dress, and I wore panties underneath. I left my room, and thankfully, most of the reporters had left, and I was able to leave without being bombarded with questions.
I located the ballpark, and headed there, I quickly found Will, and asked him to buy me food. I ate breakfast/lunch, and we both went back to the ballpark.
Later, the game started, again, we were at bat first. We used the same batting order as yesterday:
- William Nickelson, my brother, an infielder.
- Carlos Rodriguez, a pitcher.
- George Martin, an outfielder.
- Nick Washington, an infielder.
- John Smith, a catcher.
- Sean Lee, an outfielder.
- Natalie Nickelson, me, an infeilder.
- Matthew Harris, an infeilder.
- and Quinn Olson, an outfeilder.
Will struck out pretty quickly, then Carlos walked, then George walked, then Nick walked, bases loaded. John struck out, Sean hit the ball, and got Carlos and George home, now Nick was on third, and he, Sean, was on second.
Now it was my turn, I was wearing a short skirt, with no underwear, of course. The skirt was required to be shorter than the skirt I wore last night, so I wore a skirt, that only reached my upper thighs, which only barely covered my crotch, and that only made people more convinced I was a slut.
While I was preparing to bat, a bunch of Yankees fans started chanting, "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" The ball was thrown, and I swung, missing by a lot, the chants were getting to my head.
The next pitch was thrown, I didn't swing, but it was in the strike zone. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left the field, and went into the dugout, on the verge of tears, but I held them in.
Will came to comfort me, he knew exactly why I came back, and gave me a hug. "Hey, don't let them get to you! You are not a slut, I know that, who cares what they think?" He said and I smiled, and went back onto the field.
They immediately started chanting again, and I tried my best to ignore them, as another pitch came my way. I swung, hitting the ball, but it fouled back, same with the next pitch.
Another pitch, and I hit the ball again, this time it went forwards, but it went straight up in the air, almost definitely gonna get caught. I still ran, as fast as I could, and I was glad I did, because they didn't catch it, and struggled to get it even once it hit the ground.
I was able to get to third base, and get both my teammates home. The next guy, Matthew, struck out, ending the top of the first inning, 4-0 Braves. Next was time for the bottom of the inning, the Yankees at bat, and I was the firstbaseman.
The first two people hit the ball out of the park, and the third guy hit it to me, and I dove and caught it. In the process of me diving, my skirt went down, revealing my lack of panties, and my skirt was around my thighs.
I stood up and didn't noticed that I was exposed until I started walking, then I immediately fixed my skirt, and my face was red. The Yankees hitters were now purposefully hitting in my direction, to try and see me naked.
1 out, and the next guy came, and hit the ball on the first pitch, and he hit it directly to my crotch. I fell backwards onto my butt, cried out, and put my ungloved hand between my legs, pulling my skirt out of the way so I could soothe my pain, but it resulted in showing the cameras my nakedness.
I didn't even attempt to get up, I was in too much pain. The guy just ran the bases, but had to stop, as someone else grabbed the ball from between my legs, stopping him at third.
A few people came out onto the field to make sure I was ok. I was fine, it surprisingly didn't hurt as bad as being fucked as hard as humanly possible. It still hurt, and at that moment, I didn't care that I was knowingly showing the whole world my pussy, it's not like they haven't seen it before, anyway.
I stood up, and the game continued, I was still fine, and allowed to play. Nobody noticed yet, but my pussy had started bleeding from being hit, and it was started to trickle down the inside of my leg.
Next guy hit the ball, and I dove and caught it, my skirt went down again, but this time I fixed it immediately. 2 outs, and the next guy hit my pussy again, this time, causing it to bleed more, and when I fell back fo the ground, everyone saw me bleeding.
I cried and just stayed on the ground, leaving my bloody pussy in full view of everyone. I cried, but was ok, and after ten minutes the game continued. They stopped hitting me with baseballs, but they didn't seem to want to stop scoring, and somehow, with 2 outs, they brought their score to 9, before finally ending the inning.
Next couple innings were uneventful, except the Yankees scored like crazy, and we were doing terrible compared to them. By the top of the seventh, the score was 31 to 12, Yankees were ahead by almost 20! AND WE WERE DOING REALLY GOOD WITH 12!!
We started to make a huge comeback, and by the ninth inning, the score was 34 to 30, probably one of the highest scores in baseball history. At the top of the ninth, we were batting.
Will my brother, was the first to bat this inning, he got a home run, bringing the score to 34-31. Then came Carlos, and George, who both struck out. Then Nick, John, and Sean all got on base, and therefore loaded the bases.
I was the next to bat, so again, the game rode on me, and everyone was chanting again, "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" I prepared to hit the first pitch, and swung, it hit the ball, but it fouled back. Another foul, then another, I seemed to be very good at hitting fouls, and I ended up hitting close to ten, before anything else happened.
I swung and missed the ball, ending the game. My swing was so hard, with no ball to counteract it, that I spun around, and fell backwards onto my butt, and decided to just lay down.
I laid there for a good ten minutes while they were celebrating their victory, disappointed in myself. My hands were on my head, and my legs were not closed at all, so my crotch was in view if anybody cared to look.
One of the Yankees picked me up, not helping me to my feet, just picked me up. He brought me to the crowd of Yankees, and held me up, thankful for me having missed the ball, but also wanting to put my exposed crotch on display.
I wasn't happy that he was holding me, but I made no attempt to get free or even move, I just kind of relaxed in his arms. I knew it was only one game, we could still catch back up, but I didn't want to lose a single game.
I eventually was put down, and I left the park, where I was met by tons of people, asking about me getting hit by the ball multiple times in the crotch, and also about how I again was exposed for the majority of the game.
I think the coaches just gave up trying to keep me decent, and didn't care what I wore, as long as I played good. One reporter was getting way too close, and had his hand under my skirt, despite being filmed live.
Just before I could defend myself or anything, he tripped me, took off my skirt, and ran away. I stood up, putting my hand in front of my crotch, and everyone was in shock at what the guy had just did, which actually gave others confidence, that they could do it too.
So pretty quickly, after around 30 seconds, ten of them all forced me to the ground, stripping me, and holding me down while they each took turns fucking me. Nobody tried to stop them, they just filmed it, I was completely helpless to defend myself, and I just cried.
My pussy started bleeding again, and I cried pretty loudly, they made no effort to keep me quiet, since it was live anyway. Millions of people saw me get fucked live, and the police were called, but they couldn't get past the hoard of reporters.
After they each fucked me, they each grabbed their belts, and started whipping me all over my body. I just wanted it to end, but could do nothing to stop it, and I saw cops trying to pull people out of the way so that they could help me and arrest these people.
The first cop to arrive, tried to get them off of me, but couldn't do much, until more cops came to assist him. Pretty quickly they were all gotten off of me, and I was free. I stood up, and fought through the pain, and acted like I was ok, and left the crowd, without bothering to try and cover myself up.
I made it to the hotel, and went into my hotel room, where I just flopped on the bed, and nearly fell asleep, not bothering to clean myself or anything, I was tired. I was startled awake, when I heard a voice, it was the homeless guy... great!
"So, you are obedient, why don't you just play completely naked while you are in Georgia, it is hot after all." He smiled.
{{tab}"No!" I complained, not wanting to be completely naked, with virtually no way of covering myself up if I wanted to.
"Fine, but don't wear anything on the bottom, just wear your shirt." It wasn't much better than completely naked, but I accepted, not really having much choice.
He left, and I fell asleep, wanting this day to be over.