The locker room was loud with giggles and zipping sports bags. Harper, a fresh-faced sophomore, took a swig from her water bottle. She had just finished an intense summer practice session with the cheer squad and was eager to hit the showers. The sweat from her hairline trickled down her neck, making her skin glisten. Coach Tom had handed out the water bottles himself, ensuring each girl had one after their grueling routine.

“You’ve all earned it,” he’d said with a smile.

Harper took another sip, noticing a faintly bitter aftertaste that seemed to linger on her tongue. She shrugged it off, attributing it to her exhaustion. The room grew quieter as the girls started to disperse

Harper felt a sudden dizziness wash over her, and her legs began to wobble. She reached out to grab hold of a locker, but her limbs felt like jelly. Her vision swam, and the edges of her reality grew fuzzy. The bottle slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor.

“What’s wrong, Harper?”

Coach Tom’s voice was too close, his breath on her neck. He steadied her with a firm grip, his fingers digging into her arm. His smile was no longer just cold; it was predatory. The other girls had all left, their laughter echoing down the hallway. The locker room was empty except for the two of them. She tried to pull away, but her body didn’t respond. The drug he had slipped into her water was already taking effect.

“You’re going to like this, I promise,” Coach Tom murmured in her ear.

His hand slid from her arm to the back of her neck, gently guiding her to the bench. He sat her down and leaned in closer, his eyes raking over her sweat-soaked uniform, lingering on the swell of her chest. Coach Tom’s hand slithered up her thigh, pushing her skirt aside to reveal the lacy fabric of her panties.

“You’re so pretty, Harper,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “So innocent.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and she felt the pressure of his lips against hers, the coarse stubble of his chin scraping her skin. Her eyes watered with the effort of trying to push him away, but her body remained unresponsive. The drug had stolen her voice and her will, leaving her a helpless doll in his hands. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her fear, and his hands continued their journey up her body, cupping her breasts through her sports bra.

Coach Tom’s grip tightened, his other hand fumbling with the waistband of her skirt. With a swift movement, he tugged it down, exposing her bare pussy to the cool air of the locker room. The fabric of her panties was sticky with her own arousal, an involuntary response to the situation.

The drug was working its way through her system, numbing her senses and making it difficult to think clearly. She felt his hand slip inside the pussy, his rough fingers probing her soft, sensitive flesh.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “So wet for me, Harper.”

His voice was a mix of satisfaction and malice. “You’re going to be a star on this team.”

Harper watched as his hand moved from her breasts to the button of his track pants. He unzipped them slowly, revealing his erect cock. It stood tall and thick, a monstrous sight that filled her with dread. She knew what was coming next and she wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but the words remained trapped in her throat. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging at the entrance to her tight teen pussy.

“I’ve been watching you, Harper,” he said, his voice low and guttural. “You need this to be better on the team.”

His weight pressed down on her, and she felt his cockhead part her folds, pushing against her clit. She couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal. The first thrust was agonizing, his cock tearing through her virginity without mercy. Coach Tom groaned with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he began to fuck her with a rhythm that grew more insistent with each passing moment. His hips slammed into ass, the bench creaking beneath their weight. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pain through her.