a violent soccer Girl's beatdown

Soccer Girl Judgment

She watched him trying to run away on the muddy field and laughed. It had rained last night and he was slipping and sliding the whole way.
"Ready or not, here I come," she taunted, laughing.
Her cleats tore into the muddy field as she sprinted after him. Being in great physical shape, she easily caught up to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him backwards and threw him down onto and especially muddy part of the field. He lay on his back staring up at her, trying to slide away from her. She planted her muddy cleat on his throat to keep him from moving away.
"You never finished cleaning my shoes. Look how muddy they are." She held her cleat over his face to show him.
"S-Sorry," he stammered.
"Promise me you'll never try and run away like that again."
"I p-promise," he blurted out, doing everything he could to please her.
"I don't believe you." She replied, and twisted her cleats into his throat.
He coughed from the pressure on his neck, and by now the other two girls who were casually walking over arrived.
"You should know better than to run away, Adriana is the fastest girl on the team" the brunette girl, whose name was Elizabeth, told him.
"Stick out your tongue" commanded Adriana.
"Please, don't make me---"
Adriana kicked his legs apart and stepped on his crotch. She ground his balls into the field with her cleats, twisting her foot back and forth without mercy. Elizabeth stepped over him and stood on his left arm, one foot on his hand, and the other on his bicep. Jennifer stood with one foot on his right forearm and the other foot on his chest. He was pinned down in a crucifix position by three evil girls armed with metal tipped soccer cleats. Adriana stepped onto his chest and began trampling him with her cleats. She could feel the extra long studs slipping between his ribs. He let out an agonizing cry. Adriana took the opportunity to shove her cleat in his mouth.
"Clean it" she said sternly.
She pumped her cleat in and out of his mouth, stretching his mouth open further than he thought possible. Her studs chipped one of his teeth.
"Are you ready to stick your tongue out?" She asked with mock curiosity.
He stuck his tongue out.
"Further." She kicked him in between the legs.
He stuck his tongue out further, his eyes getting wide with terror as she lowered her muddy cleat towards him and began roughly wiping it on his face.
"Don't make me do all the work, start licking!" said Adriana, kicking him in the chin.
She held her foot stationary on his face and he started to lick, trying to avoid another kick. The gritty taste filled his mouth, and he could taste the dirt, but he was surprised that the blades of grass didn't taste that bad. He could feel the cold, hard studs digging into his face, and it made him lick faster in hopes of ending this torture sooner. When he had finished, she forced him to do the same for her other shoe. It took him at least 30 minutes to clean both shoes to her satisfaction.
Finally, Adriana was satisfied. It was time for her victim to say goodnight. She stomped on his face hard, and his nose broke. She forced him to sit up, and tore his pants off. She stepped on his balls with the toe of her cleats, and ground them into the field. He screamed and begged for mercy, so she kicked him back down and shoved her cleat into his mouth. Then she stomped on his mouth, tearing his lips and chipping his teeth. She stomped over and over.
She ripped his shirt off, which was now covered in muddy shoe prints, and rolled him onto his stomach. She trampled him and jumped, twisted, and ground her cleats into his back. He had cleat marks all over his body, and spots of blood where she had twisted and scraped the skin off. He was screaming and writing in the muddy field, but the 2 girls standing on his arms prevented him from escaping. One of the girls shifted her stance and now her studs were digging into the crook of his elbow. The other was standing with the studs on the heel of her cleats drilling into his forearms.
She rolled him over onto his back again and trampled his chest, ribs, stomach. Eventually, Adriana stepped back, and motioned for the other girls to step off him. He moaned and got onto his hands and knees. As soon as he did this, Adriana stepped forward and kicked him full force in the face, her shin making direct contact with his mouth. She felt nothing, as she was still wearing her shin guards, but his head snapped back and the force of the kick threw him onto his back, unconscious. When the three girls walked away, all that was left was a mud hole with hundreds of cleat marks decorating it and the grass around it. There was the crumpled form of a human being in the center, but being covered in mud and stomped almost flat with the field, he was barely distinguishable.