Roller Derby Dommes

Shelby and Lisa held me up, their arms wrapped tightly around mine, pinning them to my sides as they lifted me and held me in place. My knees shook. My eyes darted around as I sputtered helplessly into Lisa’s hand over my mouth, and I could hear nothing but the loud, fast thunder of the other girls’ skates on the wooden floor. I could feel it vibrating beneath me as they blazed around the track, the sound heavy like a hail storm, reverberating in the empty hall over their thrilled, victorious hollering.

A trio of them rounded the corner, bashing into each other and laughing, and then Kyra checked violently into Katarina, pushing her into Michelle and out of the way, and then she tore down the straightaway at me. She lowered her head with a fierce determination, her speed and her focus tremendous, and then she smirked as she closed the distance, raised herself up, and planted a sharp kick in my balls.

Her impact set off a loud, victorious cheer from the rest of the team, and there was clapping and whooping and laughter. I groaned as the pain and the pressure from the hit filled my world, but no one could hear me over their glee and their mirth, except for Shelby and Lisa, who were laughing too. They each pushed their knees into the backs of my thighs, letting me fall slightly and supporting my back with their chests.

They were celebrating. The Riot Devils had had an incredible season, and I was making good. When the last buzzer had sounded and the crowd cheered madly I was so proud and overjoyed, so filled with emotion at all we had been through, all the struggle and all our matches and the training. It was such a big, amazing moment that I could only find a slight touch of trepidation about what I was in for. But I knew they’d make me pay up.

We had done well during our regular season, and when we won the first bout of our finals it made me hungry. I wanted a championship. I wanted it for me, I wanted it for them, I wanted it for all of their busted knees and hard losses. I wanted it for what each of them was going through in their lives. I wanted them to win.

We were all in the locker room afterwards and I was revving them up and rallying them, trying to turn their easy win into ambition and to fire them up for the much tougher road ahead, and I was speaking loudly at them and asking them what it was going to take.

“Courage!” they started shouting out. “Strength! Determination!”

“Now look,” I remembered myself saying. “I know this is gonna be tough. And I’m gonna push you and I’m gonna ride you and there will be extra practices and drills and you’re going to hate me. But I promise I will get you there.”

And hate me they did. It wasn’t that they thought I was wrong, but I was hard on them, and every practice was increasingly exhausting. I made them push themselves and their bodies, doing drill after drill and conditioning after conditioning, made them push their spirits and their wills.

It was productive but it was misery, and one night into the semis I began to worry it was too much. Morale was breaking under the combination of the strain of pushing so much and the pressure of who we were facing next, and I had to do something drastic. Had to do something rash.

“Alright! Stop, stop!” I shouted. The girls all stopped and coasted into various states of sitting, standing doubled over, or clutching their sides and their legs, panting and straining, and I could tell it all was getting to them. Fights were breaking out. They were losing hope, losing grit, losing determination. It was make or break time.

I sighed and looked at them all for a moment, and let them all look at me.

“Look,” I boomed. “I don’t know what else to do. You guys are falling apart here, and we are never going to get through this if you can’t band together as a team.” I paced for a moment, watched them breathe and pant and sweat, let it all sink in.

“We are two bouts away from the championship, and if you guys can’t pull it together we are never going to make it. This is no time to be cracking up.”

They stared at me, some of them, some of them stared out into space, some of them stared at their bodies and their skates.

“And I don’t know what else to do for you. This is your time, this is your chance, and I have got to do something to make you want this as bad as I do.”

It was quiet, and I looked around their faces and at Havoc. Havoc– small, fierce, skinny, muscular Havoc. Kyra, our team captain and multiple MVP. One of the best players I had ever seen and one of the most hardcore and devastating chicks I had ever had the honor to know. She was on the side of the group, staring out at the rest of them with me.

“How about this?” she said loudly into the quiet, and they all turned their heads and looked at her. She was such a natural leader, and they all respected and adored her.

“I want this you guys, I want this too. And I know all of you want it. We are all working so hard.” She turned to look at me for a moment, and she looked back at the girls and cocked her head. “What if we add in a little incentive?”

“What if,” she continued, “if we win the championship… every one of you gets to kick coach here in the balls to celebrate?”

My head snapped to attention and I saw several others do the same, and then they all turned to look at me and I saw a sea of faces and expressions, some shocked, some searching, some wickedly delighted. Havoc juumped up on her skates and started skating laps around the group before coming over to circle me.

“And you’ll alllll get to pay him back for all these hard sessions, all the discipline and grief. Maybe we’ll even let you rub all of your stinky bout feet in his face afterwards huh? What do you say?”

They all knew what she did to me, the power and control that she had. We had been dating for about 3 amazing months at that point, and they had all seen some form or other of Kyra’s dominance. Whether it was the pictures she snapped of herself standing on top of me or having her feet smelled, or the ones of me taking her strapon, or the way she bossed me slightly in certain situations, they all knew what our relationship was like. Some of them had witnessed it themselves, whether with me or with the team’s assistant, Amanda’s girlfriend Chelsea. One of them, Justine, had even dommed me with her for fun one evening. They all knew the score.

She stopped alongside me and I faced her. She stared firmly at me. “Kiss my skates if you agree.”

There was a collective gasp and some laughter, and an electric shock that spread through all of them as I knelt down and kissed, looking up at her when I had, and I could feel them all perk up and come back to life. They burst into excited chatter and Havoc signaled with a beckoning wave, and they all got up and slid and shuffled into a tight circle surrounding me.

“Bring it in!” she shouted as they all huddled in close, suddenly reanimated and pumped, and I could feel the strength of their presence renewed as I continued kneeling and looked up at them as they got ready to chant. “We got this ladies! This shit is ours! Ready?! RIOT ON 3!! 1-2-3!!”

“MURDER CITY RIOT DEVILS,” they all screamed, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Morale did improve significantly after that, I had to give it to her. Their spirits improved dramatically, we won our next bout, and they all seemed excited, even to the point of teasing and taunting me when they did something well. Havoc had a way of winking at me whenever she racked up another few points, and she’d kiss her hand and raise it to the scoreboard as she lifted one leg and kicked in the air as she rounded the curves to reset.

All the girls were on board. As we left on the night of that match I was headed back into the locker room and three of them were leaving, their bags slung over their shoulders in their sweatpants and their slides.

“Good work tonight ladies, thank you. Congratulations!”

“We’re coming for those balls coach!” Rachel called cheerfully over her shoulder, and Bethany and Margot laughed and grinned back at me too.

One time, during our last practice before the final, Jessica banked sharply around the curve, pirouetting expertly through a clutch of defenders in an incredible move, and with a grin on her face she spun and slid right up to me on the sideline and whacked me in the thigh with her fist as she braked just in time, and then turned abruptly and tore off again, looking back over her shoulder at me with a wink.

By the time the final match rolled around I could feel it. I just knew. I even woke up that morning and said to Havoc, “I am in for it tonight aren’t I?”

She cupped my balls with a grin and put her head on my chest.

“I mean I really think we’re gonna do it. I think we’re ready.”

She looked up at me, and smiled deviously before kissing me. “You bet your ass we are.”

The energy of the place was incredible as we arrived, the occasion having drawn an even larger crowd than usual. The announcer was calling the third place match that was well underway, and the noise of the place was vivid. It quieted slightly as I went through the double doors to the hallway, and it seemed to vanish entirely as I opened the door to the locker room.

Inside the team was getting into their gear, and the place was a sea of skates and discarded civilian clothes, of jerseys and leggings and colorful socks. They were all getting amped up and egging each other on as they pulled on their helmets and pads, helping each other with their wraps and their bandages and war paint. I shuddered quietly, knowing that only time now could tell, and I tried impossibly to calm my nerves.

The hair stood up on the back of my neck for the entire time, from the moment the first whistle sounded, and my heart pounded so much I thought I would go insane. A couple of times in the midst of it I drifted, watching one or another of them as if in slow motion, stalking on their brakes or pushing, or coasting and gliding through the turns. I’d be lost in the way they all moved, the ferocity and force and the beauty of it, knowing what was at stake if we lost, knowing what was at stake if we won. More than once I had to snap myself out of it to call the strategy and to bring my next players off the bench.

In the last five minutes though, I could tell what was going to happen. Our lead was significant and the girls were protecting it right up until the end. You could tell they were winning, and it seemed like they had hit a stride and could go on like this for long after the buzzer. They were fearless and ruthless and unstoppable. The score climbed higher and higher, and ours consistently outpaced theirs. And then finally the last few seconds counted down, the buzzer sounded, and that was it. It was over.

The crowd went wild. The girls all screamed and jumped and punched the air. Their victory was total and complete, and I thrilled and welled up with pride and emotion, celebrating in their glory and achievement. They lined up and shook hands with the other team, and the trophy was passed around, and we all got together for a picture.

Every one of us was just ecstatic, the girls were all hugging their fans and their families and each other as they huffed and puffed, glowing as they recovered. They were each so beautiful, having left so much on the track and having given their all so completely, and having come out the better for it.

When the crowd died out and the staff packed up and everybody went home, the building seemed to get bigger in a way, and when we were all that was left and some of the lights had been turned back off, the atmosphere was foreboding.

I had been talking with some fans and with management on the edge of the room and walked a few of them out to their cars, and when I returned, saying good night to the last of the stragglers and accepting their congratulations, I stepped into the hall and looked at my team from the doorway, my warriors, my gladiatrixes, and I listened to the door shut behind me.

* * *

I was helpless now, and groaning deeply into Lisa’s hand. The two of them held me up easily, and let my bare knees and thighs shake and shiver as the adrenaline pumped through me, unable even to brace myself for the kicks any more. I just took them, and felt it.

Kacey took her turn, surprising me with a knee as she slammed directly into us, and I almost crumbled and I groaned again as she grinned and pushed herself off me.

I must have taken 20 or more by then, each one an astonishing moment with each victorious girl, and my head rolled back as they held me. I looked up into Shelby’s eyes, understanding but unsympathetic, feeling my own droop and waver in their gaze, but she just smiled a little smile. “Every one of us,” she said placidly and as a matter of fact. “Every one.”

Morgan and Miranda came to take their places, being careful to trade out one at a time so as to keep from dropping me, and Shelby and Lisa joined the heats of girls racing each other to kick me. Soon I felt theirs too, their laughter just as infectious as all the others’. When they all had finally had their turn it was Havoc who got them all back up off of the bench, and who led them all in a mighty, cheering victory lap around the track one last time.

I saw the whole wall of them coming towards me, slowing with Havoc’s lead as they closed the distance, and I shuddered and trembled and ached as they approached. I heard the belt buckle on my pants clink against itself as I shook.

She held up her hand and skated the last few feet towards me, leaving the other girls behind her. She rolled up to me and took me in her arms, and Morgan and Miranda released me, passing me off to her. She nodded at them as she held me, and they skated back to join the rest of them, and she rocked and swayed, letting me fall into her arms. She was so skinny and so small, but so strong and she supported me easily.

I tucked my face into her shoulder and she kissed at my cheek, whispering softly, “We did it.”

I raised my chin and looked at her, holding onto her body and letting her support my weight, and she leaned forward and kissed me. She looked deep into my eyes with such pride and satisfaction, and then she nudged at my knees with her own. I blinked and looked down for a moment, and then I spread them and looked back up at her.

I breathed. She let me wait for a moment for it. And then she slammed me one last time, and guided me down to the floor as I finally gave out and it folded me.

She laid me down on my side and skated around to my head, turning to face her team, who cheered and whooped. She bent down and kissed me on the side of my face as I tucked my knees into my chest, and then I felt her lower her skate down on the same spot. The girls erupted into a frenzy, whooping loudly and clapping enthusiastically, and I squinted up at her raising her arms in the air and flexing them.

She let me rest there and gave her squad a little pep talk while I recovered, thanking all of them for hard work this year, from her and from me. I heard them laugh and clap and cheer periodically, and I listened to her speech in a daze. When she was almost finished she looked down at me and turned my face up to her with the brake of her skate.

She paused, looking down proudly and sympathetically, and I shook slightly as I looked back up at her.

“And let’s thank our coach now, for everything this season.” More cheering and clapping. “Let’s thank him for sticking by us and believing in us, and for being such a good sport. Katy?”

I felt Katy, our other star player, roll up alongside me and she looked down at me with a smile as she and Havoc each took one of my arms. They rolled me over onto my back and skated backwards slowly, and then faster, dragging me along the ground to the entrance to the locker room as the rest of the team followed.

They opened the doors and laid me on the threshold between them.

“Okay ladies!” Havoc called loudly. “One line. Skates off. I want each of you to take three steps across his body into the locker room and drop your skates in a pile here. I’m gonna have him clean them and tune them all over the off season. Ready?”

I grunted, preparing, and then groaned and braced again as they all began trampling me into the locker room.

Some of them trod proudly over me, some of them pranced, a couple even stepped on my face as they launched off happily. But every one of them, all 28, took their turn. My whole vision was a parade of thick, strong legs and colorful, stinking socks, of all my strong warrior women as I blinked and groaned and took it.

The last one made her way across, and Katy and Havoc looked down at me sweetly. They held my arms and let me breathe, and then Havoc knelt down, took me in her arms, and kissed me deeply.

“You did it,” she said. “We did it. It’s done.”

I misted and shuddered, my body just as taxed now and worked over as theirs, and they raised me back up onto my feet. Havoc pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and together they lifted me up and rolled me into the locker room.

The girls were all sat there in the center of the room, on the benches, undressing and pulling off their sticky, sweaty clothes, and they all beamed and clapped for me as Katy and Havoc rolled me in.

I could see it waiting, the open locker in the center of their throng, dark and empty and cool looking, and I knew as they rolled me towards it that I was going in.

It was quiet. I expected more cheering and jeering, but it was done now, and they all smiled and watched as their leaders stuffed me into the locker and let me fall into a neutral position, held by the cool metal walls of it.

I closed my eyes and shuddered one last time, and Havoc put her hand on Katy’s shoulder and reached down to pull the Velcro straps off of her skate. She held it for a moment, looking down at my crumpled, broken figure, and then handed it to Katy before pulling off her sock, her black knee high tube sock with the red rings. She smiled at me and then smirked at the girls, and then she wadded it up, tossed it gently, and let it bounce off my head.

She signaled to the girls and they laughed again, and then suddenly they all jumped up and tossed their soaking, stinky socks into the locker.

They covered me, their socks raining down around me and bouncing off my face as many of the girls aimed for my head, and I felt their stink surround me as Katy and Havoc did the same. Katy even reached up with one of hers, and grabbed for my jaw so she could shove it in my mouth. I turned my head finally, tasting the sweat and the grime of it helplessly, sucking it even, involuntarily, and I opened my eyes and looked at my team assembled in front of me one last time before they shut the door, enclosing me in a box of their stink.

“Don’t worry,” Havoc said sweetly, with a smile, just before closing the door. “We’ll be right back. After we hit the showers.”


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