Toying with Tiffany 


CHAPTER ONE: 

THE ONE WITH THE ANTS IN THE PANTS 

Tiffany Daniels squirmed in her seat. Her delectable 
16-year-old ass slid forward 
and back, forward and back, rubbing against the wood. As she 
rubbed her butt 
against the seat, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. 

Tiffany Daniels, high school junior, cheerleader, princess 
tease, was antsy. Very 
antsy indeed. 

She swung her right leg over her left, crossing them in 
mid-thigh, and squeezed 
the muscles in her legs. She scooted back an inch in her desk 
chair. Nothing she 
did revealed the terrible itching in her sweet young pussy, 
the itch that spread 
deep up into her virgin asshole. She was afraid that if she 
wriggled much more, 
her embarrassingly short skirt, which was already climbing up 
her thighs, would 
ride up high enough to expose her white knickers in front of 
her teacher and all 
her classmates. 


Mr. Green, her English teacher, was droning on about Emily 
Dickinson in front of 
the class. Tiffany was too pre-occupied with the uncomfortable 
feeling in her 
pussy and ass to notice how often Green was looking her way. 
He didn't stop 
talking, but he was keeping his eye on the writhing youngster. 


What he saw was one of the prettiest, sexiest young girls at 
Daniels High School. 
(Named for Godfrey Daniels, Tiffany's grandfather, making her 
one of the town's 
blue bloods, and one of its biggest snobs.) Even in days past, 
when Tiffany had 
dressed like a typical teenaged girl, she had been a vision of 
pure desirability. 
She stood five feet seven inches, weighed 115 pounds, and had 
blonde wavy hair 
that fell down over her shoulders and gorgeous blue eyes. She 
had sprouted a 
fantastic set of breasts over the last couple of years, 
perfect grapefruit-sized 
beauties that stood out from her chest with the arrogance of 
youth. Capped with 
the kind of large pink nipples that you usually only saw in 
girlie magazines. Her 
slender waist flared out into rounded hips, and from there on 
down she was 
nothing but long, tanned legs. Her cheerleading kept her fit. 
Her family's money 
kept her tanned, with regular trips to a tanning salon, and 
exquisitely groomed 
with regular trips to the best hair stylist in town. 

She had been told, frequently, by boys at school that she 
resembled the tennis 
player Anna Kournikova. She figured they were just saying that 
to get some pussy 
- teenaged boys would say or do anything to get some pussy, 
particularly some as 
wonderful as Tiffany's - but it was true, there was a 
resemblance. 

But today, Tiffany was not dressed like the other girls. Just 
about everybody, 
even the rich bitches like Tiff, wore jeans, sneakers and T- 
shirts to school. It 
might as well have been the official school uniform at Daniels 
High. Tiffany, 
however, wore a white blouse that was about one size too small 
for her, so that 
her breasts pushed the front of the blouse out, calling more 
attention to them. A 
plaid pleated skirt was the traditional Catholic schoolgirl 
look, but this skirt 
was much shorter than any Catholic school would ever allow. It 
fell only a few 
inches below the cheeks of her ass, and that's why she was so 
concerned about it 
riding up as she wiggled in her seat. On her feet, she wore 
little white anklet 
socks and white high-heeled sandals made up of many small 
criss- crossing straps. 

It was an outfit that virtually screamed "Look at me! Look at 
what a sexy little 
16-year-old tease I am!" Which was the idea. But not Tiffany's 
idea. 

Tiffany was mortified by being forced to wear the too-tight 
blouse and the 
too-short skirt. But she had forgotten about her deep shame 
for the moment as the 
unbearable, agonizing itching in her pussy suddenly became 
even worse. 

"MMMMMMffff!" moaned Tiffany, biting her lip, and rubbing her 
ass against the 
chair for all it was worth. 

"Miss Daniels, is something wrong?" asked Mr. Green, 
interrupting his lecture. He 
stared at her. The entire English class stared as well. 

"No sir, I'm OK," the suffering teenager squeaked out. 

"Then why are you squirming so much in your seat and making 
noise?" asked Green. 
His eyes glittered with a touch of evil. 

"I'm sorry," said Tiffany. "I'll be good." 

"Stand up, please," ordered Mr. Green. He gave her a hard 
look, willing her to 
get to her feet. 

Reluctantly, Tiffany slid out of her seat and stood beside her 
desk. Every male 
eye in the classroom was riveted either on her naked thighs 
(the leg men) or her 
nipples, which pushed against the thin fabric of her top. 

"Miss Daniels, which poem are we discussing?" 

Tiffany blushed. She had no idea. She had been so pre-occupied 
by the feelings 
her young crotch that she had tuned the teacher out for the 
entire class. 

"Mr. Green? Please? I don't feel well," Tiffany said, her 
voice taking on the 
pleading tone of a little girl. 

"And what exactly is the matter, Miss Daniels? Do you have 
ants in your pants?" 

The whole class burst into laughter. Tiffany turned crimson 
red in shame. 

Because the truth was, she did have ants in her pants. She had 
hundreds of ants 
crawling all over her pussy, down between her legs, along her 
ass crack. She had 
ants up deep inside her pussy, and ants deep up inside her 
rectum. 

And the rule for the day was, she could not take them out. 
Couldn't even take her 
knickers off to scratch. She had to suffer, all day long, both 
the physical 
discomfort of the nasty little insects violating all of her 
private parts, and 
the psychological pain of knowing that she was not allowed to 
do anything about. 

Green waited for an answer. Tiffany wondered: Did her know? 
She stammered, unable 
to answer. 

"Well, if you won't even give me the respect of an answer to a 
simple question 
like whether you have ants in your pants, would you please 
come up to the front 
of the room?" Green asked, politely but firmly. Tiffany didn't 
move. Her heart 
was pounding like mad. 

"Now, Miss Daniels!" barked the English teacher. "Or it will 
be detention for you 
today after school!" 

Detention? thought Tiffany. God, that was the last thing she 
could handle. 
Reluctantly, she walked to the front of the room. 

"I believe you know the spot," Mr. Green said, and gestured at 
the blackboard. 
There was a chalk circle drawn there, and whenever a student 
misbehaved, Green 
ordered them to stand with their nose pressed to the circle 
and their back to 
their fellow students. Tiffany had never been singled out for 
this humiliating 
punishment, and on this of all days! She didn't know how she 
could bear it. 

"Circle or detention, Miss Daniels," Green said coldly. 
Suddenly she knew, 
somehow, that Green was in on it, that he knew what the 
principal had done to her 
that morning. How he'd poured honey all over her pussy and 
ass, parted the tender 
labia with his rough fingers and dribbled the honey deep into 
her pussy, then 
parted her ass the same way and applied honey there. How he'd 
then pulled a jar 
of ants from his desk drawer and dumped them all over her 
middle. How he'd handed 
her the white knickers, and after she put them on, had taken a 
roll of heavy-duty 
white duct tape and firmly taped the top of the knickers to her 
skin, all the way 
around her waist, 360 degrees, then done the same with each 
leg band, taping each 
to her luscious thighs. The ants were trapped inside the 
knickers, but they didn't 
mind. They had honey to feast on. 

The principal, Mr. White, had told the cheerleader that she 
would keep the ants 
in her knickers all through the school day, and only be allowed 
to take them out 
at the end. If she tried to get the ants out before the final 
bell, the next day 
he would repeat the exercise, using fire ants instead of 
regular ants. Fire ants, 
Tiffany knew, would bite her tenderest places repeatedly and 
be a hellish agony 
far worse than the tickling of the regular ants. 

Green knew about the ants, Tiffany thought. And if he knew, 
detention would be 
far, far worse than the chalk circle. It would mean she'd have 
to keep the ants 
in her pants after the final bell. 

Slowly, Tiffany walked to the front of the room, as the guys 
snickered and 
watched the sway of her short, pleated skirt moving back and 
forth across the ass 
they all wanted more than anything in the world. Her cheeks 
burned. She felt as 
if she was on the verge of tears, but told herself she would 
not cry. She reached 
the black board and pressed her nose into the circle. In order 
to do so, she had 
to stand so close that her 36-C breasts mashed into the 
blackboard as well. She 
worried that she was getting yellow chalk marks all over her 
blouse right over 
her breasts, which would call even more attention to them the 
rest of the day. 
But she did not dare take her nose out of the circle. 

Mr. Green went back to his lecture on Emily Dickinson, but no 
one was listening. 
The boys were all ogling Tiffany, wondering why she had 
started dressing like 
such a slut. The girls looked at her with various mixtures of 
envy for her good 
looks and malice for her past bitchiness. 

"Nice ass, Tiff!" she heard a boy yell. She couldn't recognize 
the voice, but her 
face felt so hot. She didn't dare look around and let them see 
her. 

Tiffany felt the itching start again, deep, deep insider her 
rectum. Several ants 
were working their way up further and further. She wanted more 
than anything to 
rip her knickers down, even there in front of everyone, and 
plunge her fingers up 
her own ass, crushing the ants, plucking them out. But with 
every eye on her, 
that was impossible. Even if she had been alone, she knew what 
would happen if 
she didn't keep the knickers in place all day. 

So Tiffany Daniels suffered. And waited in agony. There was 
still half an hour to 
go in English class. 


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CHAPTER TWO 

THE ONE WITH THE FLASHBACK 

Tiffany stood with her nose in the chalk circle, her large, 
firm teen breasts 
pushing against the blackboard, her back to the class. She 
could feel the lustful 
gazes of the young men, all 16 years old just like she was, 
and as full of 
hormones as 16-year-old boys can be, staring at her long 
tanned legs. Those legs 
were even more on display than usual, as the skirt she was 
wearing - had been 
forced to wear that morning - was about an inch shorter than 
her normal 
cheerleading skirt. She knew that if she were to bend even 
slightly at the waist, 
it would ride up high enough for everyone to see her white 
knickers. Her thighs 
were smooth, the inner surfaces freshly shaved, her calves 
shapely. 

Tiffany Daniels was a good girl. She rarely got in trouble. 
Made mostly Bs, 
occasionally an A from a male teacher who graded her up just 
because he enjoyed 
having such a sexy girl in his class, occasionally a C from a 
jealous female 
teacher. She never got detention, had not tried drugs, and was 
still a virgin, 
although she had had a couple of close calls with boys who had 
pushed hard during 
make-out sessions. She had let one such boy, Brad, get as far 
as a hand down her 
knickers and a finger teasing her teen pussy lips, and it felt 
better than 
anything had ever felt in her life, but she didn't want to get 
carried away, and 
it stopped the necking session, leaving Brad with a case of 
blue balls. 

Brad had only told a couple of friends, but that was enough to 
get Tiffany 
branded a "prick tease" around Daniels High School. That, and 
the normal cruelty 
of teenagers. She exuded the confidence of the young, rich, 
good-looking teenaged 
girl, the kind who got out on the basketball floor every 
Friday night in her 
tight cheerleading uniform, and knew that every male cock in 
the arena was 
twitching over her. It gave her a feeling of power, and even, 
sometimes, made her 
pussy a little juicy, just thinking about how horny all the 
boys were for her. 

Well, she wasn't feeling very powerful today. Powerless, in 
fact. She felt an ant 
crawl across her clit. It was a maddening tickle, and made her 
slightly horny. 
God, what a slut, she thought to herself, I've got an insect 
crawling on my 
clitty and I'm getting off on it. 

One little mistake, she thought. I cheated on one lousy little 
test, and now I 
here I am with my knickers taped to my body and my pussy full 
of ants. God damn 
that Mr. White and the rest of them. 

Her mind drifted back three days earlier, when her ordeal 
began. 

Tiffany had been in algebra class with Mr. Brown, taking a 
test. She had been so 
busy with cheerleading lately, and making signs for the big 
homecoming game, that 
she had neglected her studies. So she had made up a tiny cheat 
sheet on a piece 
of paper the size of a matchbox with the half-dozen formulas 
she needed but 
hadn't memorized. When it looked like Mr. Brown was busy 
grading papers at his 
desk, she had pulled the cheat sheet out and placed it beside 
her test and gone 
to work. 

The 16-year-old beauty was so engrossed in the test, her head 
bent low over the 
paper, that she hadn't realized Brown had gotten up and was 
walking through the 
room until he was standing right over her. He put his hand 
down on the cheat 
sheet. Tiffany looked up, fear in her bright blue eyes. 

"See me after class, please," Mr. Brown said. He picked up the 
cheat sheet and 
walked away. The other students hadn't even realized what had 
happened. 

When the bell rang, the students filed by Brown's desk, 
dropping their test 
papers. Tiffany lingered. When the last student was gone, Mr. 
Brown shut the 
classroom door. 

"What do you have to say for yourself, Tiffany?" he asked. His 
dark eyes burrowed 
directly into hers. 

The young girl trembled. She didn't know what to do or say. 

"Oh, please, sir, I'm so sorry," she blurted out. "I didn't 
mean to." 

"You didn't mean to what?" Mr. Brown asked. 

"I didn't mean to cheat on the test." 

"Oh really?" he said sarcastically. "And how did that cheat 
sheet in your 
handwriting get on your desk if you didn't mean to?" 

"Oh, please, oh God," Tiffany burbled, almost starting to 
hyperventilate. Brown 
noticed approvingly how her sweater was rising and falling 
rapidly, thrust out by 
her heaving bosoms as she gulped in air. 

"You've already said you're sorry," Brown said. "So just take 
that last little 
step and tell me what you did." 

"I I I I cheated, sir. Oh please don't flunk me!" 

"You cheated on my algebra test, Tiffany Daniels?" repeated 
Mr. Brown. 

"Yes," she said in a tiny voice. "I cheated on the test." 

Brown opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small tape 
recorded. He clicked 
rewind for a second, and Tiffany's voice filled the room, 
admitting her 
transgression. 

Tiffany suddenly felt sick. 

"Why did you tape that?" she asked. 

"Evidence," Brown said simply. 

Tiffany didn't like the sound of this at all. And she liked 
the rest of the 
conversation even less. 

"I'm going to give you a choice, Tiffany," her math teacher 
said. "I can take 
this cheat sheet and this tape recording, and you, down to the 
principal's 
office. There, we can call your parents. When your parents 
come in, we'll tell 
them you're getting an F in algebra this semester and why. And 
we'll remind you 
of the school rule that any F means you cannot participate in 
any 
extra-curricular activities, meaning you'll be kicked off the 
cheerleading squad 
as of this afternoon. 

Brown took a deep breath. It was time to play the card. 
"Orrrrrrr," he continued, 
"we can work out an alternative punishment. You can meet me 
tonight at this 
address. Your parents won't know, you'll get an A in math, 
you'll stay a 
cheerleader." 

Tiffany had a feeling that the meeting involved something 
sexual. She felt 
nauseated, felt like she wanted to cry. She was being 
blackmailed, but she had no 
choice. 

"I'll meet you tonight, Mr. Brown," she said timidly. 

"I liked it better when you called me sir," he said sternly. 
"Let's stick with 
that." 

"Yes sir," the blonde beauty said. Her knees were trembling, 
and she was on the 
verge of tears. 

At 8 p.m., Tiffany knocked on the door at the address Mr. 
Brown had given her. It 
was a nondescript apartment complex on the outskirts of town, 
and when Brown 
opened the door, Tiffany saw that the apartment itself was as 
plain as could be. 
Nothing on the walls, minimal furniture, no trace that a 
person really lived 
here. 

"Is this where you live, sir?" she asked, remembering to 
address him the way he 
had requested. 

"Oh goodness no, Tiffany," he said politely. "This is just a 
little place I rent 
on the side." 

He studied the 16-year-old cutie. Her blonde hair was pulled 
back in a ponytail 
and she wore little makeup, but she was still a knockout. She 
wore khaki pants 
and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch. 
Brown could tell she 
had tried to make herself as plain and unsexy as possible. 
He'd soon fix that, he 
thought. 

"Come in, have a seat," he said, and gestured to the couch. 
"Can I fix you a 
drink?" 

"Like a Coke?" Tiffany said nervously. Her heart was 
hammering, her bountiful 
breasts heaving again under the shirt. She had to get control 
of herself, she 
thought. 

"No, a real drink," Mr. Brown said. "Scotch and water, 
perhaps?" 

"Uh, sure," said Tiffany. "I mean, I'd like that, please, 
sir." Tiffany wasn't a 
drinker, but she wanted to play along with her math teacher. 
Plus if she could 
somehow get evidence that he had offered a 16- year-old 
student alcohol, she 
could counter-blackmail him and maybe get out of this jam. 

Brown went into the kitchen, poured Scotch over ice, added a 
dollop of water, and 
then his own little modest addition. He poured a powdered mix 
out of a baggie 
into the unsuspecting girl's drink. It contained half a dose 
of GBH, a 
tranquilizer that was another version of a "Roofie," or 
date-rape drug, mixed 
with half a dose of Ecstasy, the tripping drug used at raves. 
Even together, the 
dosages would not knock Tiffany out, just give her a mellow 
buzz, a feeling of 
being disconnected from what was growing on. Brown hoped it 
would also make her 
horny and make her highly suggestible. 

The cheerleader sipped her drink, and Brown his, which was 
undoctored. To relax 
her, he asked about cheerleading, about her other classes, 
about where she wanted 
to go to college. Tiffany drank nervously, and answered, and 
began to think that 
maybe her math teacher didn't want to fuck her after all. 
Maybe he was just 
lonely and wanted to talk, she thought. 

"That was tasty," she said after she had finished the Scotch. 
"May I please use 
the bathroom, sir?" 

"Sure," Brown said. "It's right down this hall." 

The teenager stood up, and suddenly her head began to swim as 
the drugs took 
effect. Her legs felt wobbly, her tongue was thick in her 
mouth, and her whole 
body was tingling in a strange way. She quickly sat back down. 


"I don't feel good, Mr. Brown," she said pitifully. 

"Oh you're fine, Tiffany, just fine," the scheming teacher 
reassured her. "Just 
not used to drinking Scotch, I imagine." He got up from his 
chair and sat down 
next to her on the couch. He continued to talk to her in a 
low, reassuring voice. 

Tiffany felt so strange. Everything was swirly. She was very 
aware of her body. 
Her nipples seemed to be more sensitive - she could feel them 
pushing against the 
inside of her bra. Her pussy felt warm and open. Her limbs 
were numb and heavy. 
She felt hot and flushed. She could hear Mr. Brown's voice, 
talking, talking. It 
seemed to anchor her in all the confusion. 

"I feel hot," she told the lecherous teacher. 

"Let me see - do you have a fever?" He put his palm on her 
forehead and applied a 
little pressure. Tiffany leaned back, her head against the 
back of the couch, and 
shut her eyes. 

"Yeah, you're really feeling warm, sweetheart," Mr. Brown 
said. "Is your heart 
beating fast?" 

"Oooh, God yes," said Tiffany. Even with her eyes closed, she 
felt the room 
spinning, and the tingling was increasing. 

"We'd better cool you down," Brown said. "Let's get you out of 
those clothes." 

Oh God! thought Tiffany in the part of her brain that was 
still functioning. He's 
trying to get me naked! But she couldn't believe when she 
heard her voice say, as 
if from a distance, "OK." 

Brown pulled her arms over her head, and pulled the T-shirt up 
over them, 
exposing her white lacy bra. He quickly undid the front clasp, 
exposing her 
teenaged breasts, leaving her naked from the waist up. 

When the air hit Tiffany's nipples, they instantly sprang to 
life and became 
erect, jutting out like little erasers. God, they felt so good 
and tingly, 
Tiffany thought. 

Meanwhile, Brown leaned over and unlaced her tennis shoes, 
pulling them off. He 
lifted her ass up off the couch and somehow quickly pulled her 
pants and knickers 
down together. 16-year-old Tiffany Daniels, the virgin 
cheerleader, was now 
wearing only her white knee socks. 

"Here, lie back, Tiffany, you'll feel better," Brown purred. 
She stretched out. 
Everything seemed so strange, like it was happening to her but 
not happening to 
her. 

She heard Brown's voice. It sounded so soothing. "Are you 
feeling tingly?" he 
asked. "Are you very aware of your body and how it feels?" 

"Oh God, yesssss," she moaned. 

"I want you to touch your pussy," Mr. Brown said in a low, 
commanding voice, and 
placed her right hand on top of the blonde curls. "I want you 
to play with it. 
The more you play with it, the better you'll feel." His voice 
had a hypnotic 
quality, and Tiffany obeyed. 

She was no longer in a strange apartment with her math 
teacher. In Tiffany's 
mind, there was only the male voice telling her what to do, 
and the the strange 
but increasingly wonderful way her young body felt. She used 
her fingers to pry 
open her lips, and began to rub her clitoris through its 
little hood. 

"Mmmmmm" she moaned. She was oblivious to everything except 
the warmth spreading 
out from her young pussy. 

Brown let the drugs, his own suggestions and the girl's 
growing horniness work 
their own magic. He got up and re-arranged Tiffany's legs, 
putting one leg high 
on the back of the couch, placing the other foot on the floor. 
The effect was to 
spread her legs wide apart, which wasn't difficult for a girl 
used to doing the 
splits as a cheerleader. It also pulled her pussy lips wider 
apart, exposing more 
of a special place. 

Brown went into the kitchen and brought back an armful of 
stuff, which he 
carefully arranged on the coffee table in front of the sofa. 
The bottle of Scotch 
sat next to Tiffany's empty glass. He pulled out a Ziploc bag 
of pot and several 
rolled joints, and scattered them on the table. He also laid 
down a mirror with 
several lines of cocaine laid out. 

Tiffany, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her right hand 
working furiously 
on her young, throbbing clit, was blissfully unaware of what 
he was doing. 

"Feeeels so goooood," she purred. The dazed and confused girl 
continued to 
masturbate as the combination of drugs took her further and 
further away from 
reality. She felt as if there was a river of warmth flowing up 
from her crotch, 
up her torso, caressing her breasts with their erect nipples, 
up her neck and 
straight into her brain. 

She was completely unaware of the tiny, high-pitched whir of 
the digital video 
camcorder recording her every move. The Daniels High School 
principal, Roger 
White, was sitting in a closet across the room from the 
masturbating cheerleader, 
pointing the expensive camera through a broken slat, capturing 
her every move. 
His erection strained against the front of his pants, and he 
thought how nice it 
would be to get out of this damn closet, whip out his massive 
prick and plunge it 
into her boiling twat. "All in good time," Roger, he thought. 

John Brown, her math teacher, saw the Tiffany was approaching 
her orgasm. Her 
breathing was getting ragged, her large breasts rode up and 
down, her fingers 
flew. Her pink clit had now completely escaped its protective 
hood and was 
swollen with lust. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh," Tiffany groaned, lost in her own 
druggy world of sensual 
pleasure and self-gratification. 

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Mr. Brown asked softly, his 
lips only inches 
away from Tiffany'e ear. 

"Ohhh, yessssss," she shuddered as her climax approached. Her 
young pussy was now 
slick with her own sweet juices, and her inner labia gaped 
open, exposing the 
redness within. 

"I want you to listen very carefully, Tiffany," Mr. Brown 
addressed her. "In 
order for you to be able to cum, I'm going to have to cum, 
too. That's the only 
way you can cum tonight is to make me cum." 

Tiffany's eyes flew open in panic, and she saw her math 
teacher standing next to 
her head, his trousers down to his ankles, his huge erection 
bobbing a few inches 
from her face. It was angry and purple, its head swollen. 

She knew she should be afraid of the large organ, and what Mr. 
Brown was asking. 

"Close your eyes, sweetie," Mr. Green said. "And open your 
mouth. Doesn't your 
pussy feel so good?" 

Tiffany obeyed. Her young lips parted, almost of their own 
accord. John Brown 
moved forward and slipped the bulbous head of his cock between 
her lips. 

"Now suck on it, Tiffany." 

A tiny part of the drug-addled girl's brain knew this was 
wrong, but she didn't 
have the strength to object or fight. It was so much easier to 
just do what he 
said, and keep fingering her pussy. She began to suck on the 
teacher's dick, and 
he pushed a couple more inches into her mouth. 

For the next few minutes, the room was quiet. There was the 
slight whir of the 
video camera, the slurping sound of Brown's cock as it sawed 
back and forth into 
the cheerleader's luscious mouth, and the wet, sloppy sound as 
she frantically 
rubbed her clit, which slid around in circles in the 
lubrication of her pussy 
juices. 

"OK, I'm going to cum now," Mr. Brown told her, his breathing 
labored, as he felt 
his scrotum tighten and his balls prepare to release a massive 
load into the 
young girl's warm, moist mouth. "There's going to be some 
sperm shooting into 
your mouth, and as soon as you feel it hit your tongue, it 
will be time for you 
to come too. I want us to come together. And I want you to 
swallow all my sperm." 

Tiffany, in a daze of lust, close to her own orgasm, 
practically stripped of her 
own will by the drugs, just moaned in agreement. 

Suddenly, she felt her teacher's hot cum spurting onto her 
tongue, and his 
hypnotic suggestion took hold. She tipped over the edge into 
her own orgasm and 
began to cum hard. The older man's cum spurted and spurted, 
hot and salty, and 
she began to swallow, as her pussy began to spasm. Her hand 
kept busy on her 
clit, rubbing furiously, as Green rammed his cock into her 
mouth again and again 
until his balls were drained. 

The student and teacher were both at peace, drained by their 
tremendous orgasms. 

The remainder of the evening was just logistics. Brown helped 
the groggy girl get 
dressed, and fished out of her purse the address he had given 
her, so as not to 
leave any link to himself. He walked her out to her car and 
drove her home - she 
was certainly in no shape to drive! - all the while talking 
gently to her to keep 
her from freaking out. Tiffany just hummed softly to herself, 
and seemed unaware 
of her surrounding.Brown parked the car in her driveway and 
told her to go into 
her house and go to bed, and the girl obeyed. Roger White 
drove up five minutes 
later and picked the math teacher up. 

"God almighty," I got a hard-on like fucking crowbar," said 
White. 

"Well then," said Brown, "I guess you get first crack at her 
tomorrow." 


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CHAPTER THREE 

THE ONE WITH THE GOLDEN OLDIE 

And that's how it had started, Tiffany thought, as she prayed 
for the bell to 
ring to signal the end of English class. Her pert little nose 
had been parked in 
the chalk circle for 10 minutes now, but it seemed like an 
eternity. She had to 
stand still even as hundreds of ants feasted on the honey that 
had been applied 
to the insides of her vagina and far up into her teenaged 
asshole. The maddening 
ants kept her in constant agony, and were even starting to 
make her horny as they 
marched back and forth all over her little clitty. 

Of course, she only found out some of the details when Brown 
and White finally 
told her how they had worked out the plan; the night she had 
fingered herself to 
orgasm and swallowed a load of Brown's hot cum, she had been 
so doped up on GBH 
and Ecstasy she barely knew her own name. 

The morning after the cheerleader had put on her little show 
for the treacherous 
older men, she woke up feeling awful, an after effect of the 
drugs. She told her 
mother that she didn't feel well and asked her to call the 
school office. Her 
mother agreed; Tiffany was not the sort of girl to fake being 
sick. 

Her < < CENSORED > > sister Stephanie popped her head into 
Tiffany's room. At 14, 
Stephanie was a budding beauty. She still had her braces on 
her teeth, which were 
due off in a year, and her breasts had not yet begun to sprout 
into the 
impressive 36-Cs that poked out of Tiffany's torso, but she 
was still a little 
cutie who was obviously going to be just as hot as her older 
sister. 

"Hey!" said Stephanie cheerfully. "Where were you last night? 
I didn't hear you 
come in." 

Tiffany cast her mind back. She remembered going to her math 
teacher's apartment, 
but not much else. She had a vague memory of being naked, and 
she blushed. What 
had happened? Why couldn't she remember? 

"Oh, I stayed at school to work on homecoming banners," 
Tiffany lied. She hated 
being dishonest with her sister, but couldn't possibly tell 
her the truth, and 
she wasn't even sure of the truth. 

Tiffany stayed in bed all that day. The next day, although she 
felt fine, she 
also had her mother call in sick for her. She was dreading 
facing Mr. Brown. Had 
she really been naked with him? Had he fucked her? she 
wondered. No, she'd be 
able to feel it in her pussy, she decided, and she could tell 
she was still a 
virgin. 

On the third day, Tiffany felt like she had no choice. She 
couldn't stay home 
from school forever. Homecoming was approaching, and if she 
missed too many 
practices she wouldn't be allowed to cheer. She dressed for 
school conservatively 
- blue jeans, a bulky sweater, Doc Martens - and drove to 
Daniels High School. 

Sitting in first period, Tiffany listened to the morning 
announcements over the 
P.A. system. Just as they were winding up, the vice principal 
who was reading the 
announcements said, "And Tiffany Daniels, please report to the 
principal's 
office." 

Every < CENSORED > in homeroom turned and looked at the cute 
cheerleader, and she blushed. 
But hey, she thought, I haven't done anything wrong. There 
could be all kinds of 
reasons to meet with Principal White - student council 
(Tiffany was vice 
president), homecoming plans, all sorts of things. 

The teenager gathered up her book bag and marched down the 
hall to Principal 
White's office. 

"Come in, come in, Tiffany," Mr. White said jovially. His eyes 
twinkled. Tiffany 
was relieved. If she'd done something wrong, he'd be acting 
stern. 

"Have a seat," White said once Tiffany was inside his office. 
He shut the door. 
Tiffany thought she heard him turn the lock, but maybe she was 
mistaken. 

"Well, well, Miss Tiffany Daniels," said the principal. 
Suddenly he was no longer 
twinkly, but stern. "How are you feeling?" 

"I'm fine," she said nervously. 

"Fine, huh?" repeated the principal. "Well, maybe we can 
change that. I want you 
to watch something." 

The sexy blonde cheerleader noticed for the first time a TV 
set on a portable 
cart, with a VCR underneath it. White pressed a button on a 
remote control, and a 
video flickered onto the screen. 

There was Tiffany Daniels, sweet 16, splayed out stark naked 
except for white 
knee socks on a sofa. On a table in front of her, crystal 
clear, was a bottle of 
Scotch, some joints, and what looked like lines of cocaine 
spread out on a 
mirror. Tiffany had never touched drugs of any sort, but the 
juxtaposition was 
damning. 

As the girl watched in growing horror, she saw herself start 
to masturbate. There 
was no sound on the video, but the image swung up and down her 
lithe young body, 
focusing first on her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth 
open in ecstasy, 
then panning down her breasts with her nipples hard and firm, 
down to her pussy, 
where her fingers were working away at her clit. The image 
zoomed in on her 
pussy, showing her blonde pubes slick with her pussy juices. 

The image jumped back to her head, and a man's torso entered 
the frame. He was 
unidentifiable, seen only from mid torso to mid thigh. He had 
an enormous 
erection, and he approached Tiffany's mouth and slid it right 
in. She could see 
the man's cock move in and out of her mouth. She was 
horrified, humiliated, 
totally degraded, as she watched herself suck a strange man's 
cock while 
masturbating, and watched it in with her school principal 
standing right beside 
her. 

White laid a heavy hand on her shoulder, and Tiffany jumped. 

"Some video, huh?" he asked, leering. He hit the remote, and 
the screen went 
black. 

"But wait, there's more!" White said, making his voice sound 
like a TV pitchman 
on an infomercial. He was enjoying her distress, toying with 
her, piling on the 
humiliation. 

Tiffany sat numbly, her world shattered. She realized the 
video must have been 
made two nights ago at Mr. Brown's apartment, even though her 
memory was hazy. 
White walked to his desk and pulled out a large envelope and 
tossed it to her. 

"Have a look, baby," he said with a grin. 

Tiffany pulled out a tape recorder, pressed play and listened 
once again to her 
confession of cheating on her algebra test. She stopped it and 
pulled from the 
envelope her cheat sheet. But the last thing in the envelope 
was the worst. It 
was an 8x10 photo taken from the video. It showed her face in 
closeup, her eyes 
closed but very recognizable. Her lips were stretched around a 
male cock. 

Printed across the bottom of the photo in some sort of 
electronic type was this 
message: 

"MY NAME IS TIFFANY DANIELS. I LIVE AT 300 W. ALAMEDA STREET, 
BEVERLY, TEXAS. MY 
PHONE NUMBER IS 555-1212. I'M A JUNIOR AT DANIELS HIGH SCHOOL 
IN BEVERLY. I LOVE 
SUCKING OFF NASTY PERVERTS. IF YOU CAN IMAGINE IT, I WILL DO 
IT." 

"Oh God, Mr. White," the poor girl moaned. "What is this? What 
are you doing to 
me?" 

Mr. White was humming to himself. Tiffany didn't recognize the 
tune. 

Suddenly he began singing the song he had been humming. 
"You're 16, you're 
beautiful, and you're mine! You're 16, you're beautiful, and 
you're mine!" 

The stunned girl sat, immobile. 

"Let me explain your new life to, Miss Tiffany Cocksucker 
Slave Cunt Daniels. You 
are mine, utterly and completely. You will do anything and 
everything I tell you 
to, starting at this moment. Am I making myself clear, you 
wretched little slut?" 

The cheerleader nodded, mute. This was all a horrible 
nightmare, she thought. No 
one had ever dared talk to her in such a way. It was 
unimaginable. She'd report 
him to the school board. She'd tell her parents. She'd kill 
the motherfucker! 

"Now, Miss Slut Slave, here is what will happen if you don't 
do exactly as I tell 
you from now on. There are already dozens of copies of this 
video dubbed. They 
have been edited so there is no sign as to who made them. The 
only thing people 
will see on this video will be Tiffany Slut Cunt Daniels 
sucking a man's cock 
after she's obviously indulged in < < CENSORED > > drugs. The 
tapes are in envelopes, 
already addressed, and with a friend of mine. If I say the 
word, copies will be 
mailed to your parents, your pastor at St. Timothy's, your 
fellow cheerleaders, 
and about 50 of the guys here at school. I'm sure they'll make 
sure they're 
distributed to everybody else. 

"The picture you see with your name, address and phone number 
will be posted 
repeatedly on every sex newsgroup on the Internet. Within 24 
hours, thousands of 
perverts nationwide will know who you are, where you live and 
where you go to 
school. Of those thousands, surely a couple hundred will want 
to track down the 
girl in the photo. You'll be stalked at home and at school, 
probably raped 
repeatedly, possibly kidnapped, never to see your family or 
friends again. 

"If you go to the police, or even if you get really brave and 
try to kill me, my 
friend will mail out the tapes and make the Internet postings. 
Your life will be 
over. So you see, Tiffany Tits, why I sing: You're 16, you're 
beautiful, and 
you're mine." 

The cheerleader felt like she was dead. She was being 
blackmailed, and she had no 
choice but to go along with her perverted principal. 

"So, shall we begin, you little slut-monkey?" he said evilly, 
trying to degrade 
the teenager even further with his name-calling 

"Please," the poor girl squeaked. "Please don't do this to me. 
Please let me go. 
I'll be good." 

"Oh, you'll be good all right," White said sarcastically.. 
"You'll be great. 
You'll be as much fun as we've had in a long time. 

"We're going to play a series of games," he continued. "We'll 
call it Toying With 
Tiffany. You won't like hardly any of them, although there's a 
good chance that 
you'll get some nice orgasms along the way. Your like here at 
Daniels High School 
is going to be a living hell for a while, until we get tired 
of you, and then 
we'll move on. That's right, Tiffany, I said 'We.' I'm part of 
a team of men here 
at Daniels that breaks young girls like yourself. You aren't 
the first and you 
won't be the last. You're just our Number One project at the 
moment." 

"Please," the cheerleader pleaded. "I beg you, Mr. White. I'll 
do anything." 

"That you will, Tiffany, that you will. Now, stand up and 
strip." 

Tiffany hesitated. 

"Now, cunt!" he barked. 

She had no choice. Maybe later she would figure out how to 
beat the horrible 
principal. But for now, she had to obey him or risk destroying 
her entire life. 
She rose, and slowly began to peel off her clothes. 

When she was naked, White ordered her to lay on his desk on 
her back, grab her 
ankles and pull her legs back. Her heart pounding, she obeyed. 
Was he going to 
rape her now? 

Instead, he pulled a jar of honey from his desk drawer. "Don't 
move a muscle, 
bitch," he hissed, and began to apply the honey all over her 
blonde pubes. He 
swathed it down the sensitive strip between her pussy and ass, 
and smeared her 
ass cheeks with it. He held open her pussy lips with one hand 
and poured honey up 
inside her, then did the same thing with her ass. Tiffany was 
mortified at what 
was going on, but didn't understand. 

"Please, don't do this to me," she wailed. 

"Shut up!" he snapped. "I don't want to hear another word out 
of you." He reached 
down to the floor and picked up her white cotton knickers and 
stuffed them into 
her mouth. "Keep them there until I tell you to take them 
out," he ordered. 

Then he pulled out the jar of ants. "Not a twitch, bitch, or 
mommy and daddy and 
the whole world will see that video." And with that, he poured 
the ants all over 
her crotch. Tiffany was petrified, but obeyed his order and 
didn't move a muscle. 
She wanted to scream, but didn't. 

"One final touch," he said. From a closet be brought forth a 
bag. "The clothes 
you came in are a little too modest for a whore-dog like you. 
From now on, you'll 
wear what we tell you to wear. Put these on." 

Tiffany climbed down from the desk, her head spinning. Honey 
dripped down one 
thigh. The horrible ants were crawling all over her. She 
pulled out another pair 
of knickers, also white cotton, and pulled them on. A short 
pleated skirt went 
over them, one a little shorter than her cheerleader skirt 
that almost showed the 
bottom of the cheeks of her sweet teenaged ass. There was no 
bra, and she looked 
at Principal White with a pleading expression, not daring to 
take the panty gag 
out of her mouth and ask a question. 

"That's right, no bra. And on future days, probably no 
knickers," he said. 

Tiffany put on the sheer white blouse that was a little too 
small. She buttoned 
it all the way up, but White unbuttoned the top two buttons. 
Her large, firm 
teenaged breasts strained against the cotton; White could 
faintly make out her 
aureolas under the blouse. The cheerleader continued getting 
dressed, pulling on 
little white anklets with lacy tops and then buckling on white 
sandals with high 
heels. God, she thought, I wouldn't wear an outfit like this 
in a million years. 
It's so slutty. 

White pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Just to make sure these 
knickers stay on," 
he told her, and wrapped a thick strip of tape around her 
waist, taping the 
knickers to her bare skin. He did the same around each thigh, 
taping the knickers 
to each leg. "If you try to remove the knickers to get rid of 
the ants," White 
warned the scared girl, "we'll repeat the game tomorrow, using 
fire ants. 

"Now there's one last order of business, Miss Blow Job 
Daniels," the principal 
said. "I'm more than a little horny after our little meeting. 
I want you to kneel 
down and suck me off." 

Jesus, thought Tiffany, this will never end. Reluctantly, she 
kneeled down in 
front of the principal and pulled the knickers out of her mouth 
as he unzipped his 
fly and hauled out his erection. "Take it deep, little girlie, 
and use your 
tongue." 

She leaned forward and opened her lips and allowed the 
principal to insert his 
cock into her moist young mouth. She had never felt so 
humiliated or degraded in 
her 16 years, to be kneeling here, sucking off her principal 
in this slutty 
outfit, while hundreds of live ants crawled all over her most 
private and 
sensitive parts. It was a nightmare, she thought, but she had 
no choice. 

After a couple of minutes of sucking, she felt his cock begin 
to swell. He 
clasped his hands on the sides of her head and thrust deeper 
into her throat. She 
started to gag, but fought down the urge, as his cock erupted, 
shooting stream 
after stream of jism deep into her throat. She swallowed over 
and over until he 
was done. 

"That's a good little slut," Mr. White said. "Go back to class 
now. And during 
the day, if a teacher tells you to do something, I suggest you 
do it. There are 
several of us in on this little project, and you wouldn't want 
to piss off 
anybody." 

Humiliated, Tiffany stuffed her old clothes into her book bag 
and left the 
office. As she left, she heard White singing to himself: 

"You walked out of my dreams, and into my life Now you're my 
angel divine You're 
16, you're beautiful, and you're mine." 


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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 8:05 pm Post subject:  



CHAPTER FOUR 

THE ONE WITH ALL THE CHEERING 

Finally, the bell ring, signalling the end of Tiffany's 
humiliation in front of 
Mr. Green's English class. As the other students filed out, 
Tom Green said softly 
to the teenaged girl, so no one else could hear, "Stay right 
where you are, 
Tiffany." 

She stood, her nose pressed to the chalkboard. The live ants 
were having a field 
day in her sweet little asshole, crawling up and down, 
irritating the sensitive 
lining. It was maddening, but Tiffany stood still. 

As the last student filed out, Tom Green shut the door. 

"Well, well, well," he said. "Little Miss Tiffany My Pussy's 
Too Good For Y'All 
Daniels. How do you feel?" 

The cheerleader didn't know what to respond. Green was 
obviously in on the 
conspiracy with Brown and White to degrade her, so she knew 
she had to tread 
carefully. 

"I asked you a question, Miss Tiffany Ants Up the Ass 
Daniels." Green stood 
directly behind her and leaned in so his breath was hot in her 
ear and on her 
neck. If anyone had walked in, it would have looked like a 
teacher having a 
conference with a student who had been disciplined, but 
Tiffany knew this was far 
beyond that. 

"I don't know sir. Please, can I go to my next class?" Tiffany 
pleaded. 

"Sure, slut," Green said. The teenager flinched with each new 
verbal assault. She 
was used to respect and deference, not horrible sexual 
insults. "And you didn't 
move, so you don't get detention, even though I'm sure you 
wanted to wiggle that 
little ass, didn't you?" 

"Please, may I go now?" she repeated. 

"Yes you may," said Green, and Tiffany stepped back from the 
blackboard. Green 
ogled her brazenly, and his eyes stopped on her gorgeous 
teenaged tits. 

"Uh-oh, little problem here, Tiff," he said. She looked down 
and saw two large 
yellow chalk smears, one over each breast, where they had 
pressed against the 
board. 

"Here, let's clean you up," Green said with mock kindliness. 

"No, that's really OK," said Tiffany, "I'm gonna be late." 

"Nonsense," Green countered. "We can't have you walking around 
the halls looking 
like that." And he pulled a packet from his desk drawer. It 
was several of those 
moist towlettes, like little napkins soaked in antiseptic 
cleaner. "Here, hold 
still, and let me clean you off." 

Knowing what was coming, Tiffany took a step back. She didn't 
want her English 
teacher pawing her tits; despite all the terrible things done 
to her over the 
last few days, she still had her dignity. 

"I said hold still!" hissed Green, "That's a goddam order! Put 
your hands at your 
sides, bitch!" 

The trembling teen obeyed. 

Green extended a towlette and begin to dab at her right 
breast. The coldness and 
wetness soaked straight through the thin cotton and, since she 
had been forbidden 
to wear a bra, hit her young nipple, causing it to spring to 
life in full, 
glorious erection. As her nipple hardened, Tiffany looked down 
and realized the 
moisture was soaking the blouse all over her breast, causing 
the fabric to become 
nearly transparent! 

"Please, Mr. Green, I'm gonna be late! Oh God, people are 
gonna see!" The poor 
girl, who had already endured so much, was becoming more and 
more frantic. 

"Don't move a muscle!" barked Green. "I'll write you a fucking 
pass." He pulled 
out a new towlette and began the same process on her left 
breast, with the same 
result: a perky, extended nipple and thin, wet, white fabric. 
Anyone could see 
both of Tiffany's perfect teenaged breasts and their hard 
nipples, and the halls 
were full of her fellow students changing classes. 

"There, we got all that nasty chalk off," Green mocked her 
with a sick smile. He 
scribbled out a pass for her tardiness to her next class," and 
then said, 
matter-of-factly, "When you go to your next class, Miss 
Daniels, why don't you 
carry your books by your side under your arm rather than 
hugged in front of your 
chest. In fact, consider that an order. If you try to hide 
that pretty little 
chest, I'll report you to Principal White for disobedience." 

Tiffany knew what that meant. She would just have to hope she 
could make it there 
quickly. 

The halls were still packed as Tiffany scurried along, her 
breasts in plain view, 
jiggling wildly in their braless state. As her nipples rubbed 
the inside of the 
tight blouse, they stayed erect. Every student in the hall 
stopped and stared. 
Some laughed, many pointed, as the wealthy young woman, named 
for the founder of 
the school, walked rapidly along. 

"Hey, Tiff, I like the new look!" called a male voice. 

"It's Tits, not Tiff," yelled another. Raucous laughter burst 
from a pack. Her 
face burned with shame. This couldn't be happening to her, she 
thought. What a 
horrible nightmare. 

Several boys started a chant, mocking her cheerleader status: 
Gimme a T! Gimme an 
I! Gimme a T! Gimme an S! What's that spell? Tits! Who's got 
'em? Tiffany!" 

God, were there no teacher to save her from this? Tiffany was 
almost in tears 
when she reached study hall. She burst into the room, made 
straight for her desk 
and sat down. She choked back tears. Her life was a living 
hell. 

The rest of the day passed without major incident for Tiffany. 
Her blouse dried 
in study hall, and her nipples finally returned to their 
normal state. The ants 
were still driving her nuts, but many of them had died from 
being squished 
between her butt and the chairs she sat in. The ones that 
remained, though, were 
the worst, for the they were the ones crawling deep inside her 
pussy and ass. 

Mr. White had not given Tiffany any instructions as to what 
was happen to her at 
the end of the day, although she thought she was due to have 
the ants removed. So 
she was not surprised when, during her last class of the day, 
a student "runner" 
from the office came in with a sealed envelope for Tiffany. 

"Report to my office at the final bell," read the note inside. 
Tiffany could tell 
White and the other male teachers were being careful not to 
leave any evidence 
that could incriminate them. 

A few minutes after the last bell rang, Tiffany was once again 
in Principal 
White's office, the place where she had begun her day in hell. 
White again shut 
the door. 

"How was your day, Tiffany-Bitch?" he asked maliciously. 

"Hellish," she answered honestly. 

"The correct answer would be, 'Hellish, SIR," he corrected. 

"Yes, sir," she responded. 

"I imagine you're anxious to get those ants out of your pussy 
and ass," the evil 
principal said. "But I'm concerned it might be difficult to 
get the ones that 
have crawled up really high and out of reach. So I bought you 
something to help." 

He pulled out an enormous black dildo, about 10 inches long 
and as big around as 
a paper-towel tube. Tiffany's mouth hung open as she stared at 
it. 

"No, bitch, it's not for your mouth," White said, "although 
you might want to get 
it wet there first. It's to crush the ants. Your fingers won't 
reach far enough. 
So you insert your new little friend here all the way up your 
pussy, then all the 
way up your ass, and use it to crush the ants. I'm afraid that 
if you don't use 
this, you'll never kill them all, and tomorrow you'll still 
have ants crawling 
inside you. You don't want that, do you?" 

The dejected, dazed cheerleader just shook her head. 

"So take your new friend here and put him in your backpack. Go 
on home and find 
yourself a little privacy and get rid of the ants. Heck, be 
glad I'm not ordering 
you to do it right here on my office floor. It would make a 
great addition to the 
videotape: Sweet little virgin Tiffany Daniels fucks herself 
up the ass with a 
big black dildo. Yeah, that would be a popular offering on the 
Internet," he 
chuckled. 

Tiffany reluctantly took the dildo and stuck it in her 
backpack. 

"Then once you get rid of the ants, we thought it might be 
nice to go shopping 
tonight," White continued. "So tell Mommy and Daddy you have 
to come back to 
school after dinner to work on a Homecoming project. Be here 
at 7:30 p.m., and 
we'll meet you in the parking lot. We'll have you back by 9:30 
so you can get 
home and get your beauty sleep." 

"May I ask a question, sir?" Tiffany was looking down at the 
floor submissively, 
which White liked. 

"Yes, you may, ass-licker." 

"Where are we going tonight? And who all is going? 

"Well, you're the central attraction, of course," White said. 
"And there will be 
myself, and Mr. Brown and Mr. Green, and maybe some others 
depending on their 
availability. We're going to the mall and pick out some new 
clothes for you, 
something more in line with what you were wearing today. I'm 
sure as hell not 
gonna spend any more of my own money buying you slut outfits 
like this one." 

"So should I bring money, sir?" 

"No, that won't be necessary," White said ominously. "You'll 
be paying for the 
clothes, but not with money." He smiled at her and winked. 

Tiffany felt sick. She didn't know what was in store, only 
that it wasn't good at 
all. 


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CHAPTER 5 

THE ONE WITH THE RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN 

Tiffany tore up the stairs to her bedroom, frantically locking 
the door behind 
her. She stripped off the hateful slut outfit and started 
ripping at the duct 
tape. 

"Ooh! Ooh! Owwww!" she moaned as the tape pulled away from her 
skin, pulling tiny 
golden hairs out with it. The tape around her tummy was bad, 
but the tape around 
her young thighs was even worse. 

Finally she was able to tear off her knickers. She desperately 
pushed a finger up 
her pussy, trying to fish out the ants. 

After a few minutes writhing around on her back on her bed, 
her legs spread wide 
and one finger, then two fingers, up her cunt, the 16-year- 
old realized she 
wasn't able to get to all of the nasty little insects. She 
pulled the large black 
dildo from her backpack and positioned it at the pink, pouting 
lips of her pussy. 
Just as she sank it in about two inches, there was a knock at 
her door. 

"Tiffany? Are you OK?" 

Jesus, thought Tiffany, it was her < < CENSORED > > sister 
Stephanie. 

"Go away!" yelled Tiffany. 

"What's wrong? Can I come in?" asked Stephanie. 

"No, go away!" 

"Why not?" 

Tiffany's mind raced. "Uh, no, I'm having female problems," 
Tiffany replied, 
using their code word for that time of the month. 

"OK," said Stephanie and walked away. Tiffany rammed the dildo 
home. 

God, it felt good, she thought, like scratching an itch you've 
been needing to 
scratch all day. She pulled it out and sank it into her sweet 
virgin (well, 
technically virgin) pussy over and over and over again. She 
could feel her juices 
start to flow, lubricating the walls of her vagina. She was 
barely aware that her 
clit had popped out as she slid the rubber monster deep 
inside, over and over. 

The ants were all dead, but the wealthy cheerleader kept 
fucking herself, closer 
and closer to an orgasm. 

"Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss," she moaned softly, not wanting to alert 
Stephanie or her 
mom. Her large perfect breasts heaved on her chest, her 
nipples poked up, hard, 
she splayed her knees even wider, and rammed the dildo home. 
She reached down, 
and as soon as she touched her swollen pink clit she exploded 
in a delicious 
teenaged orgasm. 

After she caught her breath, she became aware that she still 
had ants up her ass. 
She pulled out the dildo, now slick with lubrication, and 
gently pushed it into 
her own rectum. Although she had masturbated before, she'd 
never stuck anything 
up her own ass. It hurt a little, but also felt kind of nice. 
She felt very full. 

As she began to work up some speed with the dlido in her ass, 
crushing and 
killing the ants her principal had placed there, she realized 
she wanted to come 
again. So again she started to fondle her own clit, rolling it 
in her fingers. 
Heat seemed to be building inside her body, and soon she came 
again, even harder 
than before. 

"Oh God," she thought, suddenly ashamed of herself. "Did I 
really just do that, 
masturbate with a black dildo up my bottom? Oh, but it felt so 
good." 

She allowed herself the luxury of mentally drifting for a few 
minutes, enjoying 
the heavy feel of her recently satisfied body. But then she 
jerked, realizing she 
had to hide the dildo and face her family. And even worse, her 
principal was 
expecting her to meet him for a trip to the mall. She was 
dreading the encounter. 
If she had known what she was in store for, she would have 
dreaded it even more. 

Promptly at 7:30 that night, Tiffany pulled into the Daniels 
High School parking 
lot in her new Miata, a present from daddy for her 16th 
birthday. The lot was 
empty except for a few cars at the far end, where she saw some 
men standing. She 
drove over and got out of the car. 

Roger White, the Daniels principal, was there, as was John 
Brown, the math 
teacher who had originally caught her cheating, drugged her 
and videotaped her, 
starting her horrible descent into being a sexual slave to 
these depraved men. 
And there was Tom Green, the English teacher who had 
humiliated her earlier that 
day. The fourth man, though, surprised her: Joe Black, Old 
Joe, the school 
custodian. Old Joe was only in his '50s, but to the smug young 
teens of Daniels 
High, he might as well have been in his '80s. He was a large 
black man, big but 
not fat, just hulking and heavily muscled. He rarely said a 
word to the students 
except "Excuse me" when he needed to get by with his broom or 
mop. 

"Right on time, Little Miss Cheerleader Cunt," sneered Mr. 
White. 

Again with the horrible names, thought Tiffany. This all would 
be bad enough but 
it's so much worse when they call me these names. 

"Looking good, Tiffany," said Mr. Green, eyeing her up and 
down. She wore 
sneakers, jeans and a white short-sleeved blouse. 

Old Joe licked his lips. The janitor leered at her, and she 
shuddered. It was bad 
enough to be the toy of these teachers, but to have a dirty 
old janitor doing it 
too, that was just too yucky. 

"Why is he here?" she asked White, referring to Old Joe. 

"Why, Old Joe here is our best buddy, aren't you Joe?" White 
answered, and put 
his arm around Joe's shoulder. Joe smiled at Tiffany. 

"About 10 years ago, when you were just in first grade, 
Tiffany, I was fucking a 
student in my office one night. Chrissy, I believe her name 
was. Anyway, I had my 
cock up her ass and in walks Old Joe. There to empty my 
wastebaskets and vacuum. 
He and I pretty much decided that either he could report me 
and get me fired, or 
he could wait until I was done and then fuck Chrissy up the 
ass, too. So when I 
got done, he took his turn. We kind of bonded that night, Old 
Joe and I, and 
we've been working as a team ever since. These other guys have 
joined the club as 
the years have gone by." 

Tiffany barely heard most of the principal's story. At the 
words "cock up her 
ass," she had frozen in fear. The luscious young student had 
heard whispers among 
her girlfriends that some guys - and even, occasionally, some 
girls - liked anal 
sex, but she had never heard it referred to so brutally. And 
if these men had 
done it to another student, would they do it to her? Was she 
going to eventually 
get fucked up her virgin little ass by all four men? Was that 
what was in store 
for her? 

"And now, off to the mall we go!" the principal chortled, 
breaking Tiffany's 
reverie. 

The men opened the doors of the Lincoln Navigator and motioned 
for Tiffany to get 
into the back seat. "But first," said Old Joe, let's get those 
jeans off, missy. 
Knickers too." 

"Oh, no, please don't make me do that," Tiffany whined. 

"You just don't get it, sweetheart," said Mr. White. "Have you 
forgotten that 
little video we have of you? What will Mommy and Daddy think? 
And all your 
friends? I can pretty well guess what all the perverts on the 
Internet will think 
when they see that sweet innocent little face with a cock 
stuffed in its 
mouth-hole, complete with your name, address, and phone 
number. You'll be the 
most popular girl in Texas. It'll be like you're a dog in heat 
and they just 
opened the doors of the kennel!" 

Tiffany shuddered at the gross image, and sagged in defeat. It 
was only she and 
the men in the parking lot, so she slipped off her sneakers, 
then her jeans, then 
her knickers. She felt horribly exposed and vulnerable 
outdoors, so she quickly 
climbed into the backseat of the large SUV. 

"Might as well do the blouse and bra, too, sweet cheeks," said 
Old Joe. 

"Sweet cheeks?" echoed White. "Why Joe, we don't call our 
friend Tiffany a name 
like sweet cheeks. We call her fuckmeat, or ass-licker, or 
juicy-cunt, or 
shit-for-brains." The men all laughed raucously. Tiffany 
blushed furiously. 

"Please, may I ask a favor?" 

"Sure, smegma-breath," said Green. 

"Would you just not call me horrible names? All this is bad 
enough, but could you 
just not call me names?" 

"Awwwww!" the men jeered in unison. "Poor little Tiffany got 
her feelings hurt!" 

White climbed into the driver's seat, with Green beside him. 
Old Joe got in on 
Tiffany's right, Mr. Brown on her left. The nude girl huddled 
between them, aware 
that all of their eyes were drinking in her lovely 16-year-old 
body. The night 
air was chilly, and her nipples had sprung to attention, 
further betraying her, 
making it appear she was sexually aroused. 

"Tell you what, Tiffany," said White. "We'll play a little 
game on the way to the 
mall. If you win the game, we won't call you names any more. 
You have my word. If 
you lose the game, we'll keep right on calling you whatever we 
like. Seeing as 
how we have total power over you anyway, what do you have to 
lose?" 

What, indeed, she thought. She might as well try. 

"What's the game?" she asked meekly. 

"Remember last year when you were in the school production of 
"Sound of Music?" 
Such a nice musical," White said. "Even though you didn't play 
Liesel, I'm sure 
you heard her sing in rehearsals over and over. We'd like for 
you to serenade us 
on the way to the mall by singing that song "I Am < < CENSORED 
> >, Going on < < CENSORED > >." 

"That's all I have to do?" Tiffany asked nervously. 

"That's it. Just get through the whole song one time, 
perfectly, without stopping 
or making any mistakes, and we'll stop calling you names." 

This will be easy, Tiffany thought. I'm sure I can remember 
all the words, and 
Liesel's part is really only a few lines, cause it's a duet. 

"But we've got to make it challenging," said Joe. "Put your 
hand behind your 
back. Without even thinking, Tiffany leaned forward in the 
back seat and placed 
her hands behind her. In a flash, Joe pulled out a pair of 
handcuffs and cuffed 
her wrists. Her arms were now pinned back at the shoulders, 
her hands trapped. 

"Stop! Oh God please, take them off!" Tiffany shouted in 
panic. 

"Shut up!" yelled White. "Listen, girlie, and listen good. If 
we get stopped by 
the cops, or if anything happens to us, in any way shape or 
form, whether it's 
your fault or not, all of guys have had it. Our careers are 
over. And the only 
satisfaction we'll have is making sure your life is hell. So 
if anything happens, 
my friend mails those videos out and posts them on the Net. So 
it's in your 
fuckin' best interest to make sure that we don't get caught! 
Got it, bitch?" 

Tiffany nodded. She was feeling horribly numb again. The logic 
was inescapable. 
She was trapped as the toy of these men and could do nothing 
about it. 

"Let's get comfortable," said Joe. He grabbed Tiffany's naked 
right leg and 
pulled it into his lap. He then crossed his legs over her leg, 
trapping it. On 
her left, Brown did the same thing. 

The result, even before White had started the Navigator, was 
that Tiffany was 
nearly immobilized in the backseat. Her hands and arms were 
cuffed behind her 
with the weight of her body leaning back against them, and her 
legs were spread 
wide and held pinned by each muscular man on her sides. She 
squirmed and wiggled, 
but could do nothing. She also noticed, for the first time, 
that the windows of 
the vehicle were darkly smoked, and no one could possibly see 
inside. 

"Here we go," White said, starting the SUV and pulling out of 
the parking lot. 

"Any time you want to start singing, be our guest," said Brown 
with a giggle. 

"Tiffany took a deep breath and began: "I am 16, going on 
17..." 

Old Joe's right hand shot out and grabbed ahold of one perky 
nipple and started 
massaging it. 

"Oh God, stop!" shouted Tiffany. Joe kept up his manipulation 
of the nipple, 
which was growing harder. 

"Come on, we want a song!" shouted White from the front seat. 

Tiffany started over. "I am 16, going on 17..." 

Mr. Brown's right hand began to rub up and down Tiffany's bare 
thigh. She kept 
singing. 

"I know that I'm naive...." 

Brown reached around with his left hand and started to tickle 
the underside of 
her breast, while inching his right up until it reached her 
pussy. 

"Oh, please, I can't do this!" Tiffany wailed. 

"Fine, then, little lesbo bitch," said White. "She doesn't 
want to sing for us, 
guys, so it's back to name-calling." 

The teenaged cheerleader knew this was just a horrible game to 
all of them, but 
maybe if she got through the song she could at least have that 
small victory. She 
steeled herself against the roaming, prodding hands of her two 
teachers as they 
explored her writhing young body, and started again. 

"I am 16, going on 17 I know that I'm naive Fellows I meet may 
tell me I'm sweet 
And willingly OH! OH!" 

She couldn't help herself. Joe's hand at drifted down to her 
pussy and he had 
plunged a fat finger deep inside her. She hadn't realized she 
was still slick 
with juice from her recent session with the dildo, and Joe's 
finger quickly slid 
all the way in. The poor girl's hormones started to flow. She 
could feel herself 
starting to get horny as Joe pulled his finger out and plunged 
it back in, 
finger-fucking the confused girl. 

It's my only chance at self-respect with these fuckers, she 
thought to herself, 
and began again. This time she got as far as the line "Totally 
unprepared am I, 
to face a world of men," when Brown leaned over and kissed her 
neck, right behind 
the ear. No man had ever kissed her there, and it sent a 
shiver of delight 
through her young body. She didn't cry out, but she stopped 
singing for an 
instant. 

"Nope, doesn't count!" White called out from the front seat. 
"We said you had to 
sing it perfectly." 

Tiffany started over. Joe's finger continued to frig in and 
out of her pussy, 
feeling better and better. Brown continued to kiss her neck, 
which felt 
incredibly good, and both men were pawing her breasts and 
nipples. 

She had barely sung a few words when Joe placed his thumb 
against her clit and 
began to rub. 

"Ohhhhh, please, stop, stop, don't do this to me!" she cried 
out. She felt so 
alone, so exposed, so humiliated. She was trying to just 
complete one simple 
task, sing a song she knew well, and she couldn't even do 
that. Her mind was 
confused, but her body wasn't. Every inch of her was 
responding to the caresses 
and touches of the men who had pinned her down in the 
backseat. 

"I am 16, going on 17," she started again. Joe and John Brown 
let her sing, 
keeping their touches light, till she got to the lines "I need 
someone older and 
wiser, telling me what to do," and then Brown bent his head 
down and placed his 
mouth over her erect nipple and started to tongue it, while 
Joe pushed a second 
finger up inside her. 

"Uhhhhhhh," Tiffany moaned. Her head rolled back against the 
seat, her eyes 
closed. She was lost in a delirium of overwhelming sexual 
desire. 

"You want us to keep doing this?" whispered Brown. 

"Oh, God, I don't know," moaned Tiffany. "No. Don't. Stop." 

"Don't stop?" asked Black with a nasty smile. His fingers were 
churning inside 
the tormented girl, his thumb expertly manipulating her clit, 
which was now pink 
and throbbing. Tiffany's hips started rotating, almost without 
her knowing it, as 
she thrust her pelvis forward into Black's hand, while Brown 
continued kissing 
her hard little nipples. 

"Since Tiffany doesn't seem up to singing," said White from 
the driver's seat, 
"you guys mind if I offer a little tune? It's Rolf's part from 
the same song, and 
kind of appropriate." 

The principal launched into the song in a strong, forceful 
baritone: 

"You are < < CENSORED > > going on < < CENSORED > > Baby, it's 
time to think Better beware and 
canny and careful Baby, you're on the brink You are < < 
CENSORED > > going on < < CENSORED > > 
Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads and roues and cads 
Will offer you food 
and wine Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men 
Timid and shy and 
scared are you Of things beyond your ken You need someone 
older and wiser Telling 
you what to do, I am < < CENSORED > > going on eighteen I'll 
take care of you!" 

Tiffany vaguely heard the deep male voice, telling her she 
needed someone telling 
her what to do. She had stopped even trying to sing her part. 
Her body had taken 
over, and she was inching closer and closer to orgasm. She 
moaned, thrust her 
tender young breasts out, humped her pussy frantically against 
Black's fingers. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried out. She teetered on the verge of 
a powerful teenaged 
orgasm 

"Whoops, here we are fellows!" called out White as he turned 
into the shopping 
mall. "Time to look sharp." 

Black and Brown immediately pulled themselves off of the 
writhing, humping 
schoolgirl, which took more discipline than they'd ever 
thought possible. 

Tiffany didn't know what had happened. One moment she had been 
on the brink of 
cumming, then everything had stopped. 

"Please?" she asked plaintively. 

"Please what, baby?" asked Joe, teasing. 

"Please don't stop what you were doing," she said softly. If 
her hands hadn't 
been cuffed behind her, Tiffany thought, she would have 
finished herself off 
right there in front of them. God, everything had felt so 
good. Her heart was 
pounding, she was shaking and sweaty, she wanted to cum so 
damn bad! 

"I don't think so," White ordered. 

"Pleeeeeeese," begged Tiffany. 

"Let's hear what you want," White said briskly. 

"I want to, you know," Tiffany said. She knew they knew. She 
was beyond shame, 
she decided. She had to cum. 

"I want to have an orgasm," she begged. 

"Maybe later," White said coldly. 

Tiffany lifted her head and opened her eyes, and looked right 
into the lens of 
the video camcorder. Green, in the passenger seat of the 
Navigator, had been 
taping her the whole time. 

"Smile," her teacher said, "you're on Candid Camera." 

Tiffany wanted to cry. 

"Joe, get those balls into her like we planned," White said. 
Black reached into a 
bag on the floor and pulled out a small box, extracting two 
small metal objects 
slightly smaller than ping-pong balls. 

"Here ya go, babe, just so you don't get that empty feeling 
inside," Joe said, 
and pushed one ben-wa ball, then the other after it, up inside 
Tiffany's swollen, 
sopping wet pussy. They were cold, but strangely, Tiffany 
didn't mind. She was 
slowly getting used to having something inside her young 
pussy. 

"Those will have a real interesting effect on you when you're 
walking around in 
the mall," White said, and all the men laughed. Tiffany didn't 
understand but 
knew, with dread, that she would eventually. 

"Let's help her get dressed guys," White added. Tiffany was 
still horny and 
wanted to cum so badly, but she had no choice, with her legs 
still trapped and 
her hands cuffed. She wasn't going to be allowed to cum just 
yet, and she still 
had to endure whatever they had planned for her in the mall. 

She looked out the darkened SUV window and could see the 
bright light malls of 
the mall in the distance. 

"And just to remind you, you never did manage to sing the song 
all the way 
through, you little slut-monkey," Green mocked her from the 
front seat as he 
stowed the camcorder in his shoulder bag. 

"Yeah, dog-fucker," said Brown. 

"This is gonna be a shopping trip you'll never forget, babe," 
Black whispered in 
her ear. 

The teenager shuddered, partly from the lust that still boiled 
in her hard young 
body, partly from pure fear. 


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CHAPTER 6 

THE ONE ABOUT THE HIGH PRICE OF HIGH HEELS 

The words still echoed in Tiffany's head: "You need someone 
older and wiser, 
telling you what to do." 

Sweet God, thought the befuddled, horny teenager. Her 
tormentors had even taken 
something innocent and precious to her, "The Sound of Music," 
which she'd 
performed in last year, and turned it into something she would 
now think of only 
with shame and humiliation. She was being told what to do by 
men older than her, 
but not the way the song meant. 

"May I ask a question, please?" she asked meekly as Joe Black 
released her from 
the handcuffs, freeing her trapped arms." 

"Sure thing, slut," said Mr. Brown. 

"What are those things you put, uh, you know..." She couldn't 
bear to bring 
herself to say where she meant. "You know, inside me," she 
finished." 

"You mean stuffed up your little teenaged pussy?" responded 
Brown. "Those are 
ben-wa balls, baby. God, you really are such a < < CENSORED > 
>! They're hollow metal balls, 
partially filled with mercury. Women use them to masturbate. 
They fit snugly up 
inside that pussy of yours, and when you walk, they shift 
their center of gravity 
over and over, stimulating the inside of your pussy. The 
sensations, I'm told, 
are quite delicious." 

Tiffany shuddered at the thought of these awful foreign 
objects inside her most 
private place. 

"The thing is, as I understand, a woman will usually sit in a 
rocking chair when 
she has the ben-was in place and rock and play with her clit. 
The result is a 
spectacular orgasm for the woman. For you, though, it's likely 
to be mostly just 
an exercise in frustration, cause you're going to be walking 
around the mall. You 
won't be able to finger yourself to get yourself off, although 
if you want to, we 
probably won't stop you, so long as it's some place nice and 
public, like the 
food court. Mainly, as we see it, you'll just be in a 
heightened state of 
horniness for our little shopping trip." 

Brown smiled diabolically. Tiffany, stunned at how much 
trouble they were going 
to, just looked down and bit her lip. 

The men helped her back into her clothes, all except for her 
bra, which they told 
her she didn't need. 

"Those 16-year-old tits are so perfectly perky you should 
never wear a bra, 
babe," said Joe Black. "They'll get more bounce that way when 
you walk. Guys like 
that!" Finally Tiffany was dressed - jeans, blouse, sneakers, 
no bra - and they 
all got out of the SUV. She realized she had no idea where 
they were, that during 
the long ride of torment she had been paying attention to what 
was being done to 
her in the backseat rather than where they were going. 

"Where are we?" she asked. 

"This is Southlands Mall, in Bernard," said Principal White. 
"About 30 miles away 
from town. We figured there's a lot less chance of being 
spotted and recognized 
here than if we went to the mall back in town. Last thing any 
of us needs is to 
be spotted hanging around outside school hours with our 
school's prettiest 
cheerleader, particularly when she's doing what you're going 
to be doing here at 
Southlands." 

"Please, sirs, I'm begging you, can we just go home?" Tiffany 
implored. She was 
trembling with anxiety, and still a little lust from being 
brought so close to 
orgasm by the men and then stopped right before her climax. 

"Of course not, bitch. We've gone to a lot of trouble to set 
this up," said 
White. "Now listen carefully, because once we get inside, I 
don't want to have to 
be repeating these directions for you over and over. You can 
make this simple, or 
you can make this complicated. The simple way is you do 
exactly what we say for 
the next hour, no questions, no tears, no trying to alert mall 
security, and 
after an hour, we go home. The hard way is you give us any 
shit, or fail to 
follow our instructions precisely. If that's the case, then my 
friend starts 
sending out those videos. We'll probably be able to add a few 
more minutes onto 
the part with the cock-sucking and the masturbating and the 
appearance of drug 
abuse of little Tiffany, naked, singing "I am < < CENSORED > 
>, Going on < < CENSORED > >," if 
Mr. Green here got a nice tight closeup that crops out the men 
to your sides. 

"You understand so far?" 

"Yes sir," Tiffany said quietly. 

"So you're going to get yourself some new clothes tonight, 
stuff you can wear to 
school from now on. Here's how it will work. We'll see 
something in a store 
window and tell you what we want you to get. You go into the 
store, and one or 
more of us will go in with you, but we will pretend like we're 
not together. You 
don't acknowledge us, we don't acknowledge you. But we'll be 
keeping an eye on 
you to make sure you keep our deal. You try on the item or 
items and make sure 
they fit. Whether you like them or not is irrelevant. If we're 
doing our job, 
you'll probably hate 'em, but tough shit. You take them to the 
cashier, who we'll 
have scoped out in advance, and who will be male. Tell him you 
want to buy this, 
but you don't have any money, and could you pay for it instead 
with a blow job." 
White paused to watch her reaction. 

The color drained from Tiffany's beautiful young face. "What?" 
she shrieked, 
forgetting where she was. "I can't! I won't! I'll scream for 
help!" They were 
asking to offer oral sex to strange men in a shopping mall. 

"You scream for help, missy," said the girl's principal, "and 
out go the tapes, 
complete with name, address and phone number. By the way, 
isn't your daddy 
running for City Council? We better make sure we add his 
opponent, and the news 
media, to the list of recipients. Make a helluva of a campaign 
issue! Charles 
Daniel's Teenage Daughter in Sex and Drug Video Scandal! What 
a headline!" 

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" shouted Tiffany, holding her hands over 
her ears as if she 
could block out the torture. "I'll do it, I'll do it!" 

"That a girl," said White. "So as I was saying, you offer the 
clerk or the 
cashier or whoever the blowjob. Maybe there's a backroom you 
can use, maybe a 
dressing room, maybe you have to go to the mall men's room and 
find a stall. 
Picture that. Tiffany Daniels, the cock-teasing princess of 
Daniels High, down on 
her bare knees on a men's room floor, swallowing a stranger's 
jism. It will 
certainly be in your best interest, once you get started, to 
make it nice and 
quick. Suck his cock, swallow his cum, and meet back up with 
us. 

"Simple as that," concluded the principal. 

Tiffany could barely speak. She started to hyperventilate in 
panic and outrage. 
She wanted to cry, or run, or kill these men. None of those 
was an option. Her 
only option was to do as they told her. 

"Give me your purse," ordered Mr. White. He took the girl's 
purse and gave it to 
Mr. Green, who stuffed it into his shoulder bag with the video 
camera. "Now you 
have no money, no charge cards, no ID. You're not Tiffany 
Daniels, spoiled little 
rich girl any more. You're the Blowjob Queen of Southlands 
Mall. 

"Let's go," said Mr. White jauntily, and Tiffany and the four 
men walked to the 
mall. Almost immediately, the sexy cheerleader felt the ben-wa 
balls start to 
move in her pussy. It was a strange sensation, really rather 
pleasant. She was 
still wet from her masturbation session with the dildo and 
then the 
finger-fucking in the back of the Lincoln Navigator, and the 
slick balls slipped 
and tumbled inside of her. 

Their first stop in the mall was an upscale shoe store. White, 
who was clearly 
running the show tonight, told her to stop, and the 
cheerleader and her 
tormentors all looked in the window. 

"I kinda like that pair there," said Old Joe, pointing to a 
pair of sexy black 
open-toed pumps with 5-inch stiletto heels. The price tag in 
front of them read 
$79.95. 

"Nice choice, Joe," said the principal. "But do you think a 
blowjob even from a 
stone-fuckin' fox like Miss Daniels here is worth $80?" There 
was no one else 
standing nearby, and the men were talking about her like she 
was some sort of 
street prostitute! Tiffany burned with shame. 

"Oh, easily," said Joe. "I'm sure she lacks a certain 
expertise, since I haven't 
sampled her yet, but just look at those lips. The chick looks 
so much like that 
Kournikova girl that plays tennis, that's worth a lot right 
there." 

"Well I've had a blow job from her," chimed in Brown, the math 
teacher who 
started it all, "and while she's not a seasoned pro yet, when 
my dick started to 
spurt down her throat, I would have gladly paid $500 on the 
spot. Course, I was 
getting it for free!" He laughed, and the other men laughed 
with him. Tiffany 
wanted to die. 

"OK," said White, turning to Tiffany. "Go in there and get 
those shoes. You know 
what to do. We'll be watching you. And do exactly as you've 
been told, or the 
whole world gets a special video treat starting tomorrow." 

The cheerleader swallowed hard. Her stomach felt like lead. 
She walked into the 
shoe store, still feeling the metal balls churning and 
churning inside her pussy. 

"Hi, excuse me," she said to the salesman. He was a 
middle-aged man, about her 
father's age, but obviously just a clerk in a mall shoe-store 
at night: a little 
dumpy, dressed in polyester, no wedding ring. His pin= on name 
tag said Jim. 

"May I help you, miss?" His eyes glittered as he took in the 
ravishing teen girl 
before him. 

"I'd like to try on that, uh, pair of shoes in the window," 
Tiffany said 
nervously, pointing. 

After Tiffany gave her size, the clerk went to get a pair from 
the window, and 
she sat down. White and Green had entered the shoestore and 
were standing at a 
display, pretending to be engrossed. 

Jim returned with the shoes and tried them on her feet. 
Tiffany stood up - Whoa! 
They were by far the tallest heels she had ever had on. She 
swayed precariously 
and grabbed the clerk's shoulder for balance. He grinned and 
quickly slipped his 
arm around her waist, as if to steady her, but actually just 
to brush up against 
that firm teenie flesh. 

"Take a few steps and see how you like them," the clerk said. 
He was so engrossed 
in Tiffany that he hadn't even noticed the two male 
"customers." 

Tiffany took a few wobbling steps. Normally a healthy five 
foot seven, she was an 
Amazon in the shoes, six feet tall. She could feel the muscles 
in her legs moving 
differently than they ever had before, stretching and pulling, 
and she also felt 
the ben-wa balls inside of her moving in a more stimulating 
way. The heels 
changed the way she walked, she realized, causing her to 
thrust her pelvis out, 
arch her back to maintain her balance. She was starting to 
walk more like a 
provocative slut and less like the normal teenaged girl she 
still desperately 
wanted to remain. 

As she wobbled around the store, getting used to the high 
heels, her large, 
lovely breasts bounced more than usual in her blouse. Freed of 
their bra, the 
nipples rubbed against the cotton fabric and the stimulation 
began to make them 
erect. Soon her teenaged nipples were poking straight out 
through the shirt, with 
no bra to hold them back. All the while, the ben-wa balls 
stuffed up inside her 
rolled and rolled, a constant reminder of her horniness. 

She walked back to Jim and spoke to him in a low voice. "Can I 
talk to you 
privately, please?" she whispered. 

Jeez, thought Jim, what's up with this chick? The middle-aged 
clerk saw her 
nipples poking out, obviously braless, and now she was coming 
on all 
husky-voiced. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward 
the back of the 
store, with Tiffany hobbling and wobbling along, trying to 
keep up. 

"I, uh, mister, uh," she stammered. She could barely make 
herself speak the 
unspeakable words. But her two tormentors were still in the 
store, stealing 
covert glances at her, and she knew what the penalty would be 
if she didn't 
follow through: not just humiliation in front of her friends 
and family, but 
Internet postings of her name and address that could get her 
stalked and raped. 

The beleaguered cheerleader forced herself to do what she 
must. "I don't have 
money for these shoes, but I really want them," she blurted 
out. "If you'll let 
me have them, I'll, uh, you know..." She stopped again. 

"No, I don't know," said Jim, but his cock was beginning to 
get an idea. It 
stirred in his slacks. What was this little slut up to? 

"I'll, uh, make you cum." 

"Yes!" thought Jim. "Thank you Jesus!" 

"I think we can work something out," said Jim. "Excuse me, 
gentleman," he shouted 
at the two men hovering in the front of the store. "I have to 
close up for a few 
minutes. Out ya go!" 

Mr. White and Mr. Green exchanged smiles and willingly left. 
Jim slid the glass 
front of the store closed and locked it. 

"I'm all yours, little lady," he leered. "Now more 
specifically, what did you 
have in mind?" 

"Can we go in the back room?" Tiffany said quietly, close to 
tears. 

Jim steered the trembling schoolgirl into a backroom, and 
unbuckled his belt. His 
pants fell to his ankles, and Tiffany could see the outline of 
his erection 
throbbing in his jockeys. 

Tiffany took a deep breath. She could either drag this out and 
take all night, or 
get it over with and get home, safe in her own bed. There was 
only one way out. 
She dropped to her knees in front of the clerk, pulled his 
shorts down, and 
engulfed his cock in her warm teenaged mouth. 

"Oh yeah, baby, suck that rod," the salesman said. "You can 
have all the shoes 
you want anytime you want, baby." 

It was the first time young Tiffany had given a blowjob on her 
own. Her first 
time she had been drugged and her mouth little more than a 
receptacle. The second 
time, her principal had fucked her mouth and forced her. Now 
it was up to her to 
figure out what to do. 

It didn't take long for the girl to learn. The salesman held 
the sides of her 
head and started sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. 

"Use your tongue, baby, and lick the underside," he ordered. 
She did, running her 
pink tongue along the bottom of his shaft and then around its 
thick purple head. 

"Oh yeah, baby, that's it." 

Tiffany felt the cock moving in and out, sometimes pushing so 
far into her mouth 
that she almost gagged. She didn't even think to use her 
hands, and it didn't 
occur to Jim to tell her, because it wasn't necessary. Jim had 
had three blowjobs 
in his entire life, and all three of those from hookers, and 
to have a sexy young 
girl come into his store, drop to her knees and start sucking 
him off was beyond 
his wildest sexual fantasy. He felt the sperm building in his 
balls. 

On her end, Tiffany felt the head of Jim's cock start to 
swell. He was pushing in 
harder and faster now, and his grip on her head tightened. Her 
knees hurt from 
the concrete storeroom floor, and her humiliation knew no 
bounds. She wished the 
earth would swallow her whole. 

"Here it comes, slut!" shouted Jim, and suddenly the cock in 
her mouth erupted, 
shooting stream after stream of thick white jism onto her 
tongue and straight 
down her throat. She started to spit it out, but remembered 
somehow in the back 
of her mind her orders were to swallow, so she started 
gulping. 

It had been more than a week since Jim had masturbated, and he 
had a huge reserve 
of salty semen for the kneeling cheerleader. She swallowed 
over and over, eight, 
nine, ten times, and finally Jim's cock was quiet. 

She arose from her kneeling position awkwardly, stood again on 
the high heels. 

Jim pulled his pants back up. 

"Could I interest you in another pair of shoes?" he asked with 
big grin. 

"God no!" Tiffany blurted. Now that she had followed her 
orders, she wanted to 
get out of the shoe store so badly she could scream. She 
walked quickly toward 
the front of the store and Jim, reluctantly, let her out. As 
he watched her walk 
away, he wondered if this was where those letters to the 
editors of Penthouse 
came from. And here all along he thought they were made up! 


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CHAPTER 7 

THE ONE WHERE OUR GIRL GETS MALLED 

As soon as Tiffany left the shoe store, White fell in right 
beside her. 

"I see you got the shoes," he noted with approval. "Nice job. 
Now let me smell 
your breath." 

Tiffany was too dazed and befuddled with all the demands and 
orders that she 
didn't even pause to wonder about the strange request. She 
opened her mouth and 
exhaled. 

"Ah yes, the smell of cum in a young girl's mouth," White said 
quietly. "Nothing 
like it. Better than napalm in the morning." 

Tiffany had no idea what her principal was talking about. She 
just wanted to get 
this horrible trip to the mall over with. 

The other men joined them. "We found some nice clothes over at 
the Gap," said Joe 
Black as the four walked along. 

"Lead on," said White, and soon Tiffany found herself walking 
into the Gap, this 
time with the Daniels school janitor, a man she normally would 
not even 
acknowledge, but who now controlled her as surely as if she 
were a marionette and 
he the puppeteer. 

"There's a pile of clothes I gathered up in the far right rear 
corner," Black 
whispered to her. "There's six items. Take the black skirt off 
the top, try it on 
in the dressing room, and wear it out. Get the other clothes 
and find the clerk 
named Ralph. Make him your offer." Black turned and walked 
back out of the store; 
he knew that even in the '90s you just didn't see a black man 
and a pretty white 
girl chumming around together in a suburban mall at night. 

Tiffany found the pile right where Joe had assembled them, 
took them into a 
dressing room and stripped it off her jeans. She pulled out 
the black skirt and 
was puzzled - surely it was way too small! Her teenaged hips 
were not wide, but 
they were certainly voluptuous and full. No way she would fit 
into this!~ 

She pulled the skirt up and found it was made of Spandex, and 
stretched to fit. 
She tugged it over her thighs, up to her waist. Jeez, this 
sucker was tight! But 
finally it was in place. 

The black Spandex skirt was a micro-mini. When Tiffany looked 
in the dressing 
room mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes. It clung to her 
like a large black 
rubber band. That's practically what it was, anyway. It came 
down to just two 
inches below her crotch, and the bottom moons of the cheeks of 
her ass were half 
an inch away from being plainly visible. 

Still, she knew what she had to do. She pulled the black 
high-heeled pumps back 
on, gathered up her old jeans and the other new clothes and 
went off to find 
Ralph. 

"Just get through this, just get through this," she kept 
telling herself. 

Every person in the Gap stopped what they were doing and 
stared at the stunning 
teenager as she strolled through the store. Inside her white 
blouse, her 
unfettered breasts bounced freely, showing off the hint of 
darkness around each 
nipple. The micro-mini clung to her ass and crotch as it if 
was spray-painted on. 
Her long bare legs were tanned and magnificent. And the high 
heels made her walk 
with a hooker's strut, rolling her hips and pelvis. (What no 
observer could see 
were the ben-wa balls turning and churning inside Tiffany's 
pussy, ratcheting up 
her awareness of her own sexuality with every step). She 
looked like she was 
auditioning for a Penthouse video. 

"Yo, babe, check it out. Nice walk!" called a black teenager. 
Tiffany ignored 
him. When she approached the check-out counter, she spied the 
clerk named Ralph. 
This one, at least, was someone closer to her own age, maybe 
about 18, and not 
bad-looking. He wore khakis and a polo shirt, and was decent 
enough looking that 
under other circumstances, Tiffany might have even talked to 
him. 

"Hi," she said. "I need to talk to you privately for a 
minute." 

"Sure thing, ma'am" said the boy. Tiffany's stomach fluttered 
a bit. He had a 
sexy voice, and kind eyes, and she was horny, and she knew 
what she was going to 
do to this boy in just a few minutes, and that thought, 
somehow, made her 
hornier. What had been sick and disgusting back with the shoe 
store clerk was now 
seeming not so terrible. If only she could get off too! But 
that would take more 
time, and more explaining, and she couldn't imagine what she 
would tell the boy 
about the metal balls inside her. 

"I want to get that stack of clothes I left up on the 
counter," she told Ralph 
once they were in a corner, "but I, uh, my purse was stolen." 
She didn't know why 
she lied, she just wanted to think of some way to save face. 
"So maybe I could do 
something real nice for you in exchange for the clothes." 

Ralph looked the sweet high school student up and down. He 
knew he would get 
fired if he was caught, and he wasn't sure what she had in 
mind, but he had to 
find out. 

"There's an employee men's room in the back," he said. "Follow 
me." He marched 
through a curtain and Tiffany followed him into the men's 
room, where he turned 
and locked the door from the inside. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ralph asked. 

"No, but I have to," Tiffany answered honestly. 

"You don't have to do anything," Ralph said. "If you want to 
trade clothes for 
sex, I won't say no, but wouldn't it be nicer if we went 
somewhere and made love 
properly? Then you could come back and I'd give you some 
clothes. I mean, this is 
kinda tacky," he concluded, gesturing at the squalidness of 
the men's room. 

"I know," said Tiffany. Her mind was reeling. This boy was 
actually very nice. He 
said things like "make love" where all the other men just 
talked about sucking 
their cocks. He was good-looking, and he smelled nice. In 
another world, she 
would have dated him, maybe, gone to a movie, maybe gone 
parking down by the lake 
and made out. But that was not Tiffany's world right now. She 
knew Old Joe and 
the others would be waiting outside, waiting to smell her 
breath and degrade and 
debase her further. She steeled herself, reached out a hand 
and unzipped Ralph's 
khakis. 

"I'd love to chat," she said, trying to sound nice, "but right 
now I just have to 
give you a blow job." 

Ralph had tried to do the right thing, but he was, after all, 
a teenage boy, with 
a lovely girl squatting down and unzipping his fly and pulling 
his dick out with 
her tender fingers. He sprang to life, hard as a steel bar, 
and knew he wasn't 
going to be offering this little slut any more alternatives. 

Tiffany leaned forward and placed her lips around the head of 
Ralph's prick. 
"Ohmigod!" the boy moaned softly. "You are so sexy!" 

Pleased at the compliment, Tiffany reached a hand into his 
open fly and began to 
fondle his balls. Although the ben-wa balls were stationary, 
her pussy was 
suddenly leaking a trickle of juice than ran down her thigh. 
Her clit was 
throbbing, and she thought about reaching down with her other 
hand, pulling her 
knickers aside and masturbating while she sucked the teenaged 
boy. But she forced 
herself to focus. Even though this was much nicer than her 
previous blow jobs, 
the goal was to get the evening over with. 

The blonde cheerleader pulled her mouth off the engorged dick, 
then stuck her 
tongue out and swirled it over and over the head. Ralph moaned 
and leaned back 
against the bathroom wall. Tiffany leaned forward, her 
gorgeous red lips open 
wide, and ran her mouth all the way down onto his cock as far 
as she could 
manage. His kinky pubic hairs tickled her nose. She pulled 
back, then started 
bobbing her head up and down, faster and and faster. Her hand 
seemed to be on 
automatic pilot, rolling his testicles around in his scrotum. 
She could feel them 
start to inch upward and his scrotum tighten as his orgasm 
approached. 

"Oh yes, ohhhhh yes," the boy moaned. Tiffany pussy spasmed 
slightly. She was so 
damned turned on. She had never been this horny in her young 
life. She reached 
down with her free hand without even thinking, pulled aside 
her knickers and 
started rubbing her exposed pink clit with two fingers. 

Suddenly, Ralph's cock exploded into her mouth, pulsing out 
wave after wave of 
hot boy semen. She started swallowing dutifully, and kept 
working her clit, 
faster and faster, approaching her own climax. 

Sated, Ralph pulled his cock from the girl's hot mouth with a 
"pop" as the 
suction of her lips was broken. The blowjob was over, but she 
still hadn't cum! 
Without the cock in her mouth, she was suddenly very aware of 
who she was and 
what she was doing: squatting on a men's room floor 
masturbating furiously in 
front of a total stranger! My God, she thought, what was 
happening to her. She 
pulled her hand away from her sopping wet crotch, and the 
spell was completely 
broken. She had once again come so close to an orgasm, only to 
fall short. 

Ralph was zipping up his pants. There was nothing for Tiffany 
to do but stand up 
and smile, weakly. 

"Thank you, thank you thank you," blabbed the lucky Gap clerk. 
Boy, would he have 
some story to tell his friends! He wished he had a Polaroid 
camera to take a 
picture of this vision of loveliness, dressed like a total 
whore, standing in 
front of him with a tiny dribble of his semen at the the 
corner of her mouth. 

"You're welcome," was all Tiffany could manage as her 
well-bred manners 
automatically took over. 

"Can I have your phone number?" Ralph asked. "I could call 
you..." 

Tiffany thought it was wonderful that he was still acting as 
if they had met in 
the food court after a basketball game, but she was in enough 
trouble and wasn't 
about to give her number to a boy who thought she gave out 
blow jobs all the 
time. She declined, scooped up the clothes, stuffed them in a 
large Gap bag that 
had been left in the restroom and beat it out of there without 
even saying 
goodbye. 

Ralph stood forlornly and watched her go. 

Click click click went Tiffany's heels as she walked quickly 
along the tile floor 
of the mall. Swish swish went the round globes of her ass 
under the tight black 
mini, back and forth, mesmerizing every male in the mall. She 
saw Old Joe coming 
toward her. He smiled when he saw the Gap bag in her hand. 

"Well done, little missy. By the way, in case you didn't have 
time to have a 
proper conversation with young Ralph, he's on the baketball 
team of the local 
high school. I believe they're our opponent for homecoming." 
He smiled a toothy 
grin. 

Every time Tiffany thought her ordeal had reached the bottom, 
it got worse. Now 
she would have to go out on the court Friday night in her 
cheerleader uniform and 
Ralph would be telling all his teammates about how that blonde 
cheerleader had 
sucked him off a few nights ago in the mall. Her face burned 
with shame. 

Old Joe told her to walk on ahead until she met Tom Green, who 
would direct her 
to her next store. That store turned out to be The Rave, and 
this time Green 
walked right in with her. Tiffany had never been in this kind 
of store, which 
sold hippie clothes, punk garb, Goth stuff, some surfer garb. 
Heavy metal played 
loudly on the stereo, and black light posters of skulls, 
bare-breasted witches 
and cartoon dogs fucking hung on the walls. A glass case along 
one wall contained 
bongs, buttons with sayings like "Cure Virginity," temporary 
Harley tattoos. It 
wasn't really a rough place, it was just for suburban 
wannabes, < < CENSORED > > who didn't 
have the guts to get a real tattoo but would get one that 
would come off in a 
week. 

It was still enough to scare Tiffany, who was more used to 
shopping at stores 
like the Gap with daddy's American Express. 

"In here, no one will think it's weird if we're together," 
Green was saying as he 
put his arm around her shoulder. "You're my girlfriend, if 
anyone even cares to 
ask. We'll pick out some clothes, and then I'll let you 
arrange payment." He 
chuckled. 

Green led her to a stack of halter tops. He picked one that 
said "Porn Star" 
across the front in glitter letters. Another said "Stop 
Looking at My Tits!" One 
had no words, but was white and so sheer it was almost 
transparent. She might as 
well wrap Saran Wrap around her tits, Tiffany thought. Green 
put them all in a 
pile for "purchase," then found what he was looking for and 
said "A ha!" 

The halter was black, like her shoes and her skirt, and across 
the front, in 
large silver script, it read: "JUST DO ME." Underneath was a 
Nike swoosh.. It 
probably broke all kinds of counterfeiting laws, but The Rave 
staff didn't care 
much about such niceties. 

"This is the one I want you to wear the rest of the night," 
Green told the 
frightened girl. 

"Do they have it in a bigger size?" she asked. "I think that 
one will be too 
small." 

"Nonsense," said Green. "Here, let's try it on." 

"You mean in the dressing room?" 

"No, I mean right here, my little video star." Green turned to 
the man behind the 
counter. "Hey, dude, you mind if my girlfriend here tries on a 
halter top without 
using a dressing room?" he said in a voice loud enough for 
everyone in the store 
to hear. 

The guy behind the counter was large and hefty, a beefy guy 
who looked like a 
biker even though he wasn't. He had a handlebar moustache and 
long black hair 
tied back in a ponytail, and the sleeves of his black T-shirt 
were cut off, 
showing off his muscles. His right bicep bore the tattoo 
"Pretty Fucking 
Dangerous" under a skull smoking a cigarette. 

"Knock yourself out, man," he said with a big smile. 

"Please don't make do this," Tiffany begged. She tried to make 
herself look sweet 
and vulnerable and pitiful to Mr. Green. 

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "If you try on the halter 
right here where 
you're standing, I'll let you off the hook with blowing Mr. 
Dangerous over 
there. I'm a little worried about him. He looks like the kind 
of guy who might 
really hurt you, might want to slap you around a little if he 
has you alone in 
back. He might even have a knife and want to cut you a 
little." Green was laying 
it on thick, terrifying the already frightened girl, whose 
trembling had started 
again. 

Tiffany was about to pee on the floor she was so scared. Mr. 
Green was right, the 
biker behind the counter did look very mean indeed. If Green 
left her alone in 
the store and she had to offer him a blow job, it might be a 
much uglier 
experience than dorky Jim in the shoe store or sweet Ralph at 
the Gap. 

"You mean I have to be p-p-partially naked right here in the 
store?" she 
stammered. 

"Yup, and you'd better get moving, little video star, or I'll 
walk over there to 
Mr. Dangerous and tell him what he's about to get in five 
minutes. Once he 
focuses on getting his dick in your mouth, there won't be 
anything either one of 
us can do." Green was playing the teen like a violin. 

Tiffany felt sick, but knew she had no choice. She glanced 
around nervously and 
started to move behind a display. 

Green stopped her. "Right there where you're standing," he 
ordered. "If you get 
to skip a blow job, the other guys are gonna be pissed and 
want to know why, and 
I need to be able to tell them it was a fair trade- off." 

Actually, Tiffany didn't realize that her three other 
tormentors were standing 
right outside the entrance, blocking the door, which served 
two purposes. First, 
it prevented mall security from wandering in unannounced. 
Second, Brown had the 
video camera out and was getting the whole thing on tape to 
add to the Tiffany 
Blackmail Video. The men had already scoped out The Rant and 
figured out this 
variation in their plan. 

"Better get busy with those buttons," Green told her. "And 
smile, baby. Don't 
think of it as showing off those pretty tits of yours. Think 
of it as avoiding a 
nasty encounter with Mr. Dangerous back there." 

Tiffany swallowed hard. The room seemed to be wavering again, 
but this time there 
were no drugs in her system. She knew what she had to do, and 
began unbuttoning 
her white blouse. When all the buttons were undone, she 
reached out to the halter 
top Green was holding. The teacher stepped back out of her 
reach. 

"No, first the shirt comes all the way off. Lay it on the 
floor, and then ask me 
politely for the top." 

Tiffany cursed him under her breath, then slid the blouse over 
her shoulder and 
down her arms. It fell to the floor, and the 16-year-old 
cheerleader was standing 
naked from the waist up in the middle of the store. 

She realized the store was utterly quiet. Two teenage girls 
who had been looking 
through the clothes and stopped and were staring at her. The 
ugly man behind the 
counter was ogling her magnificent tits too, and from 
somewhere in the back, two 
teenaged boys had appeared and started pointing and nudging 
each other. The poor 
girl wanted to die. 

Tiffany instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Hands at your sides, Tiffany. Get 'em there this second, or 
I'll ask some of 
these guys to come over and hold them there." 

With that, the tattooed man bounded out from behind the 
counter and was at 
Tiffany's side even before she could obey. "You need some help 
here, boss?" he 
asked. "Little lady causing you problems?" 

"I don''t know," Green answered. "Are you causing me problems, 
Tiffany? Do we 
need this gentleman to assist us?" The burly man towered over 
Tiffany and stared 
straight at her cleavage. 

"No, sir," Tiffany said, and slowly lowered her arms to her 
sides. Her 36-inch 
breasts, capped with the beautiful pink nipples, were on 
display for all the 
world to see. 

"Oh, man!" said one of the teen boys in a voice louder than he 
intended. "Check 
out that rack! Jesus Christ!" 

"Please, sir, may I have the top?" Tiffany said, her voice 
steely. It was taking 
all her will power not to run screaming from the store. 

"Let's ask our salesperson," Green said, taunting the girl. 
"Do you think she'll 
look good in this?" He held up the black "JUST DO ME" halter. 

"I don't know, man," said the man, playing along with the 
game. He wasn't sure 
what kind of weird shit these people were into, but he was 
willing to see where 
it went. "It's kind of small, and those tits of hers are 
awfully big." 

"How big are they, Tiffany?" Green asked. 

"Please, please, please, sir," the schoolgirl begged. "Can I 
just have the top?" 

"Not until we find out how big your tits are," Green replied. 
"What's your bra 
size, honey? We need to know to make sure we get this fitting 
right." 

"36 C, goddamn it!" Tiffany spat. 

"Yup, they look about that size," said Mr. Green. "Here, you 
can have the top, 
but since this gentleman works here, I think maybe he ought to 
help you into it. 
And that's the only condition you can have the top." 

Tiffany started to shiver. It was cold in the store, and her 
nipples were getting 
hard. The metalhead music blared, and the teen boys were now 
giggling like Beavis 
and Butthead. The two girls had crept closer as well, and the 
customers formed a 
ring around Tiffany, staring and pointing. She knew she had to 
do whatever Green 
said or he would just keep her standing here with everyone 
staring at her naked 
breasts. 

"OK," Tiffany said softly. 

"OK what?" Mr. Green asked. 

"OK, he can help me try it on." 

"Ask him," Green ordered. 

"Would you please help me try this halter top on?" she said to 
the ugly biker. 

"Oh, one more thing, Tiffany," Green said nonchalantly. "To 
make sure we get the 
best fit, I want you to take a real breath and hold it till I 
tell you to let it 
out." 

Tiffany knew what the sadistic teacher was doing, but had no 
choice. She inhaled 
a lungful of air, which caused her to stomach to flatten in 
and her chest to 
stick out even more. It looked as if she was deliberately 
flaunting her fantastic 
bare tits at the customers in the store. 

Mr Dangerous grinned, and Mr. Green handed him the JUST DO ME 
top. 

At the entrance to The Rave, Roger White was capturing the 
whole scene on video. 

The biker held the tiny top in his meaty paw and eyeballed the 
scared, half-naked 
cheerleader standing in the middle of his store. He slowly 
untied the two sets of 
strings on the back, taking his time. The four other teenagers 
in the store just 
stared. It felt as if everyone was holding their breath, 
waiting for the next 
move in the strange little drama of dominance and submission. 

Mr. Dangerous laid the halter down over the tops of Tiffany's 
beautifully jutting 
breasts, then stepped behind her and pulled the two strings 
that tied around the 
back of her neck. Although her breasts were now partially 
covered, the pink 
nipples, stiff with cold and fear, still poked out for all to 
see. She wanted 
more than anything in the world to cover them, but knew she 
had to keep her hands 
obediently at her sides, or else the whole process would be 
dragged out even 
longer. 

The clerk took hold of the bottom of the halter and pulled it 
gently down over 
her breasts, brushing the hairy backs of his hands over her 
nibbles as he covered 
them. The top came down a little below her nipples, but still 
left sweet-looking 
half-moons of teenaged flesh hanging out below. 

"Doesn't look like it's gonna cover 'em up, boss," he said to 
Green. "These 
titties are just too big." Tiffany was mortified. 

"Let's keep trying, maybe we can make it work," Green replied. 
Dangerous pulled 
the second set of strings behind Tiffany's bare back and tied 
them there. 

"OK, you can exhale, Tiffany," said Green. She did, but even 
as her body regained 
its usual shape, it was apparent to all in the store that the 
halter top just 
barely covered her. In addition to the breastmeat that hung 
out the bottom, she 
was flashing as much cleavage as if she was wearing a 
Wonderbra, and only a 
Wonderbra. The small amount of black fabric that covered the 
middles of her 
breasts and the still-erect nipples was stretched extremely 
tight, and the logo 
JUST DO ME was slightly distorted, but still readable. 

"What do you think?" Green asked the burly clerk. 

"Well, I liked her better with her tits hanging out," he 
answered honestly, and 
the teen boys watching nodded furiously in agreement, still 
speechless. "But it 
does make her look pretty fuckin' hot, I gotta say that." 

"Tiffany, do you think you look pretty fuckin' hot?" Green 
asked. 

The tormented teenager didn't know what she was supposed to 
answer. She decided 
the best course was to quickly agree with everything, just to 
get the ordeal over 
with. "Yes sir," she whimpered meekly. 

"I'm worried that when you leave the store and start bouncing 
through the mall, 
your tits are gonna pop right out of that top," Green told 
her. "So hold your 
arms very firmly against your sides." Tiffany did so, and the 
effect was to push 
her bosoms out even more, accentuating the cleavage. 

"Very good," Green said. "And since you have your arms holding 
the sides of your 
new halter in place, you won't be needing this." And he deftly 
reached around and 
untied the strings stretched across her back. Tiffany 
instantly knew that she had 
to keep her arms locked at her sides, that any release in the 
pressure on the 
sides of the halter would probably cause it to pop right off 
her chest, so tight 
was the fit. 

"Tell you what," Green said to the tattooed clerk. "How about 
giving us the 
halter in exchange for the little show we put on?" There was 
no disagreement, 
only a big grin and a nod. 

"So, let's go, sweetie," Green said, and guided Tiffany by the 
elbow toward the 
entrance, where she saw her principal clicking off the video 
camera that had 
captured the entire humiliating display. 

As the young girl walked out of the store and into the mall, 
she realized how 
vulnerable she was. The high heels made her walk unsteady. The 
ben-wa balls began 
slooshing around again inside her wet teenaged pussy, sending 
wonderful erotic 
messages throughout her confused body. She had to keep her 
arms locked down at 
her sides as she walked. From behind, she was naked from the 
neck to her ankles, 
except for the micro- mini skirt that clung tightly to her 
hips. From the front, 
she had a little more covering, but was advertising herself as 
the biggest slut 
in the world with the JUST DO ME logo on her shirt. It was all 
she could do to 
keep walking, and yet she knew that was her only hope of 
eventually getting out 
of the mall. 

"One final touch, bitch-baby, and then we're done here and 
ready to go home," 
White told her. As he pulled her into a small alcove of pay 
phones that was 
fortunately empty. He reached into a Spenser's Gifts bag and 
pulled out a plastic 
tiara, the kind little girls would wear for dress- up. It was 
silver and crusted 
with cheap rhinestones, and the plastic had been molded in 
front to spell out the 
word "PRINCESS." 

"Since you think you're such a princess," White told the girl, 
"We thought we 
should make it official." He put the tiara on Tiffany's head, 
adjusted it, and 
tucked its clips into her hair. Somehow the tiara was the 
worst touch of all to 
the girl. The slutty clothing was at least a coherent 
ensemble, but the tiara was 
like a sick joke, and just called even more attention to her, 
if that was 
possible. 

"You can take a stroll up the length of the mall and back 
again, by yourself," 
White told her, "and then we'll take you back to school." He 
pulled out the video 
camera. "And make it look like you're enjoying yourself. We're 
not quite done 
with our evening yet; there's more to come when we get back to 
school. If you put 
on a good show here at the mall, maybe we'll go a little easy 
on you when we get 
back. But if you look like you're miserable, we'll just have 
to think of some 
more things to do. Think we can come up with any, fellows?" he 
asked the three 
other perverted men in the group. 

"Oh, I got a little mental list," whispered Joe Black. " A 
looooong mental list." 

"Get going, babe," White said, and slapped Tiffany hard on her 
Spandex-covered 
ass. She took a few wobbly steps out into the mall. 

Once she got going, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. At 
least it wasn't a 
rainy Saturday afternoon, she told herself, when the mall 
would have been packed. 
Or at least it was the Beverly Mall at home, where she 
couldn't avoid running 
into friends and classmates. As she walked, the balls in her 
pussy worked their 
magic, turning and churning, upping her lust level with every 
step. She tuned out 
her surroundings and barely saw the middle aged men who 
stopped in their tracks 
to stare, the boys from The Rave who had hooked up with some 
friends and were 
trailing her every step a few yards back, the disapproving 
stares of the women 
who saw only a cheap slut strutting around, offering her 
nubile body to every 
man. White got the whole thing on video, even the cutaways to 
the onlookers. 

Finally she was finished with her long walk. The whole trip to 
the mall had only 
taken an hour, but it seemed like an eternity to the poor 
girl. She wondered how 
much more abuse she could take from these men, and whether it 
would get worse. 
She knew that so far, none of them had fucked her, and she'd 
only sucked off two 
of them, and she somehow knew, even though she wouldn't let 
herself dwell on it, 
that such a status quo could not possibly last much longer. 

Nor would it. The men had carefully timed the evening's 
events, and knew that if 
they left the mall now, and drove quickly back to Beverly, 
they'd have about half 
an hour with Tiffany before she was due home. All four had 
raging hard-ons based 
on what they had done to the school's best-looking 
cheerleader, and based, as 
well, on what they had in store for her when they got back to 
school. 

(Dr. Wu would like to pay homage to James Dawson, whose 
classic story 
"Cheerleader's Torment" provided some of the inspiration for 
this chapter.) 


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CHAPTER 8 

THE ONE WITH THE HISTORY LESSON 

The big Lincoln Navigator sped through the night on the way 
back to Godfrey 
Daniels High School and the remainder of Tiffany's evening 
with her tormentors. 
Traffic was non-existent, but had there been any, they would 
have seen a strange 
sight: out of the back seat window on the driver's side stuck 
a cute bare foot. 
And out of the passenger's side back seat window, another cute 
bare foot. 

In the back seat, Tiffany was in agony. After she had left the 
mall with the men 
and gotten into the SUV in the parking lot, they had ordered 
her to strip off her 
knickers. Mr. White, the principal, had told her they would see 
how the trip 
worked without handcuffs this time, but that they were ready 
to cuff her again if 
she wasn't completely co-operative. 

Wedged again in the back seat between Joe Black, the school 
janitor, and John 
Brown, her algebra teacher, the cute cheerleader was ordered 
to take off the 
high-heeled pumps in which she had been strutting around the 
mall looking like a 
slut. She did so willingly, as they had really been hurting 
her feet. Then White 
told her to stick her right foot out the right window, and her 
left foot out the 
left. To make sure she obeyed, Old Joe got out the cuffs and 
rattled them in her 
face. 

Although it was difficult, the girl quickly complied, so 
anxious was she to avoid 
being cuffed and helpless again. Fortunately, her cheerleading 
practice and 
teenaged limberness served her well. She went into what 
amounted to a splits in 
the backseat of the Lincoln, and managed, barely, to get each 
foot out of each 
rear window. As soon as they were out, White hit a button in 
the control panel up 
front and both windows began to move upward. 

"Nooo!" Tiffany shouted and started to pull her feet in. But 
in a flash, Black 
and Brown each grabbed an ankle firmly in their hands and held 
her feet in place. 
Up, up, up went the power windows, until finally Tiffany's 
feet were trapped in 
place. The glass pinning her ankles to the ceiling wasn't 
really painful, but the 
position was a terrible strain. Her beautiful naked legs were 
now spread as wide 
as they could possible be spread, almost but not quite in a 
straight line. In 
order to accommodate the position, Tiffany had had to scoot 
her butt forward on 
the seat, hiking the black miniskirt up almost to her waist, 
and completely 
exposing her gorgeous blonde pussy to the lustful gazes of the 
men. The muscles 
in her thighs quivered slightly at the difficulty of holding 
the position, but 
Tiffany knew that she had no choice, and that in all 
probability she would be 
trapped like this - spread wide, vulnerable, naked from the 
waist down - for the 
entire half-hour drive back to town. 

The teen beauty's big blue eyes were filled with fear and 
anguish. "Ohh, please, 
my legs hurt," she begged her captors. As the Navigator picked 
up speed, the wind 
blew against the naked soles of Tiffany's feet, tickling them 
slightly, adding 
yet another sensation to the over- stimulated girl. 

"Hush, Princess," said Tom Green, her English teacher, from 
the front seat. 
"That's what we're going to call you from now on: Princess. 
You've even got the 
crown to prove it," he added, referring to the cheap plastic < 
< CENSORED > >'s tiara 
Tiffany was still wearing. "You've always acted like such the 
little princess, 
and now we're just following through on that. It's going to be 
a real hoot when 
you show up at school tomorrow wearing that tiara, Princess." 

The teenager's perfect breasts heaved up and down as she 
struggled to maintain 
her composure at the thought of appearing at school in such a 
ridiculous mockery. 
"Now that we're alone," White said, "we can do without the 
halter top." 
Instantly, Joe Black grabbed the bottom of the skimpy black 
halter and yanked it 
up, and Tiffany's milky white tits spilled out. With the 
halter now bunched 
around her neck and the miniskirt hiked to her waist, all of 
her lovely charms 
were on full display. Her face burned with shame, her leg 
muscles ached, the wind 
tickled her feet, and the SUV pushed on relentlessly. 

"Before we start our next game," White told the 16-year-old 
girl, "I want to tell 
you a couple of stories. I suggest you listen well, because 
your future depends 
on how well you understand them. 

"As I told you earlier, these games have been going on for 
about 10 years. I 
started it, then Old Joe joined me, then Tom and John. We wait 
for a student at 
Daniels to fuck up, and then we exploit her weakness and 
blackmail her. Sexual 
abuse is part of the game, but after you've fucked 40 or so 
teenaged girls, the 
mind longs for more, er, creative pursuits. So we've been 
focusing more and more 
on entrapping the stuck-up cunts, the cock-teasers, the 
princesses, the little 
girls who walk around like their shit don't stink, and then 
humiliating them 
utterly. Coming up with new ways to accomplish that keeps us 
on our toes and 
keeps the game interesting. 

"So far," White continued, "you've performed better than some 
of our past 
victims, but still not quite at the level we expect. Back 
there in The Rave, for 
example, we told you to smile when you were trying on your 
halter top, and you 
didn't. We were shooting the whole thing on video, and it 
would be much more 
effective if it had appeared like you were doing that little 
number of your own 
free will. Now we'll have to have our friend, Mr. Isherwoood, 
edit the tape, and 
it will probably only be snippets of you, stripped to the 
waist in public being 
ogled by a gang. Admittedly, once we get those few shots added 
on to your ongoing 
video, along with the shots of you strutting around the mall 
like a whore in 
heat, it will look to anyone viewing it that you are not under 
any duress, which 
is, of course, the idea. But we hate it when one of our 
victims makes our little 
games harder for us, and when we hate something, it makes us 
even more creative 
and even nastier. So I suggest you get with the fucking 
program, Princess!" 

Tiffany sniffled, and shuddered. They were madmen! But she was 
trapped, so she 
simply said, very meekly, "Yes, sir." 

"Now let me tell you about a little girl named Claire. This 
was about eight years 
ago, and Claire was a senior at Daniels. An honor student. 
National Honor 
Society. Salutatorian. Played first violin in the school 
orchestra. A virgin. A 
little on the thin side, but a real beauty. She could have 
been a model. Such a 
good girl. But to keep her grades up and manage all of her 
workload, Claire had 
developed a bit of a speed habit. Not a lot, just sometimes, 
for studying. One of 
her teachers suspected, and sent her to me. I did a search of 
her purse - 
< < CENSORED > >, of course, but I guess Claire wasn't that 
bright after all - and found a 
few capsules. 

"The game was on, and for awhile, it went pretty much the way 
yours was going. We 
started with some videos, to get even more blackmailing 
material on Claire. While 
she technically was cooperative, at every step she made it 
difficult for us. 
She'd threaten to tell her parents, or she'd cry throughout a 
video shoot to make 
it unusable, on and on. What a pain in the ass! 

"Her attitude just pissed us off. Normally, we cut our girls 
loose after we've 
had our fun, and let them go back to their little teenaged 
lives, dry-humping 
boys in the backs of cars and watching MTV or whatever the 
hell they do. But not 
Claire. We felt she hadn't learned her lesson, so when she 
went away to Harvard, 
we kept tabs on her. We flew up midway through her freshman 
year with a video 
from her senior year of her giving eight consecutive blowjobs 
to some guys we 
recruited, her face clearly visible, and told her we'd show it 
to her boyfriend 
and all her teachers if she didn't make a new one. We rented a 
hotel room, and 
tied her down spread-eagle on the bed, and brought in a German 
Shepherd we'd 
borrowed from a friend. 

Tiffany's heart was racing as White told the story. My God, 
she thought, these 
men are worse monsters than I thought! A dog! Oh my God! 

"Little Princess Claire freaked out, but fortunately she was 
well tied and 
thoroughly gagged. We spread Alpo all over her pussy and 
turned the Shepherd 
loose. His big, rough tongue started licking, and licking, and 
licking. We'd 
tucked some Alpo well up inside her, and he was rooting that 
nose up into her 
pussy, and lapping for all he was worth. Pretty soon the 
inevitable happened. 
Against her will, Claire started to get turned on by the dog 
going down on her. 
She stopped struggling, and started bucking her hips upward. 
We took the panty 
gag out of her mouth and instead of screaming for help, she 
started moaning, 
"Ohhh, Jesus, yes, Jesus, don't stop! That feels so good!" And 
right there on the 
bed, Claire had herself one shattering, mind-blowing orgasm 
from being licked by 
a dog. 

"That's when we told her we had been surreptitiously taping 
the whole show. She'd 
forgotten how devious we were, and when she didn't see a video 
camera and started 
focusing on the dog, she just forgot everything. That was one 
of our all-time 
best videos, and we showed it to Claire. Although the Internet 
was pretty new at 
that point, we'd managed to get in touch with a Japanese 
businessman who had 
offered us big money for that kind of tape, or several other 
types. We told 
Claire she could either continue to cooperate, or we'd sell 
the tape. She didn't 
know if she'd ever even visit Japan, but the thought of a 
bunch of Japs sitting 
around watching her orgasm with a dog and whacking off had a 
powerful effect. We 
turned off the video camera and boned that Harvard freshman up 
the ass for one 
solid hour. She was still so turned on from Rover that with a 
little tweaking on 
her clit, she came over and over even when Old Joe had his 
rather impressive 
piston at work. Hell," White added with an evil leer, 
"especially when Old Joe 
was working that ass! 

"So flash forward a few years," White continued. "Claire 
graduated Harvard, went 
to Law School, made Law Review, got a great job on a 
partnership track at a top 
firm in New York. She was about 26 now. This would have been 
about six months 
ago. The four of us flew to New York and made an appointment 
to see a Mr. Mason, 
the senior partner in the firm. We told him we had important 
information about a 
young woman at his firm who was about to be made a full 
partner. We played Mr. 
Mason the video of Claire and the dog, and man, I thought his 
eyes were gonna pop 
out of his head. It was a risk, we knew. The guy could have 
had us arrested, but 
we gambled that most men, faced with the opportunity we were 
presenting to Mr. 
Mason, would take the low road, the testosterone highway. Not 
only did he pay us 
nicely for the tape, but we signed a contract, that if we ever 
needed legal 
representation, he would provide it pro bono. Sooner or later, 
we figure, some 
little girl is going to squeal on us, and there's going to be 
a trial. But we not 
only have high-priced counsel on call, we have the tapes. Any 
girl dumb enough to 
go to the authorities is going to have to sit up on that 
witness stand, while Mr. 
Mason plays the videos we've taken of her, carefully edited so 
that everything 
looks non- coerced. 

"Imagine yourself on that witness stand, Tiffany, with your 
family in the 
audience, and your friends, watching that video of you 
masturbating and sucking a 
dick, with a table full of drug paraphernalia spread out in 
front of you, and 
trying to explain it. Or stripping off your top and strutting 
around a mall like 
a bitch in heat. But I digress. 

"Mr. Mason told Claire that he was sponsoring a small retreat 
that weekend with 
some powerful lawyers at other firms, but not to tell anyone 
at the firm because 
it might be construed as favoritism. When Claire showed up at 
the resort, Mason 
played the video for her, and then dictated the deal: He would 
make her a full 
partner in the firm, and in return, she would be his sex 
slave. The guy was in 
his 60s, and sometimes had trouble getting it up, but he found 
that whipping 
Claire's ass until it bled got him good and hard. 

"So now, every weekend, Claire meets Mason in an expensive 
hotel room in New 
York, where the walls are so thick they're virtually 
soundproof. He orders her to 
strip, and he gags her with her own knickers, so her screams 
are muffled. Then he 
has her lay face down on the coffee table, and straps her 
wrists and ankles to 
the legs, immobilizing her. A couple of pillows from the bed 
are pushed under her 
tummy, raising her ass up, presenting it as a target. Mason 
reaches into his 
briefcase and pulls out a thin, supple switch, and proceeds to 
just beat the 
bejeesus out of Claire's ass and the backs of her thighs for a 
good half hour. 
Then, when he's good and hard, he sodomizes her - fucks her up 
the ass, which 
probably really hurts since she's covered with raw, bleeding 
welts. 

"And that is Claire's life for the foreseeable future, 
Princess." 

The beautiful cheerleader was speechless. Her mind churned 
with the images her 
principal had planted there, of a high school honors student 
who was now the toy 
of a cruel and sadistic boss. She knew that somehow she had to 
avoid Claire's 
fate, although she wasn't sure just how far these men would 
push her. But she 
would do anything, she vowed silently, anything! 

"Remember the part about the Japanese businessman?" White 
asked. Tiffany was 
silent. 

"Hey, Princess, I asked you a direct question!" he barked. 

"Yes, sir," she blurted out. "Yes, I remember!" 

"Well, we've been corresponding via e-mail for some time, and 
the market in Japan 
just gets stronger and stronger. It seems the really rich 
perverts over there are 
have burned out on anything that smacks remotely of 
commercially produced. They 
want fresh victims, with the emphasis on victims. Real girls, 
American, innocent, 
being defiled and abused in ways that are even a bit 
disgusting for us. That's 
why occasionally we farm out some of our video work to a guy 
we'll call Dr. Wu. 
You know, like the Steely Dan song: "Are you crazy, are you 
high, or just an 
ordinary guy?" 

Tiffany had never heard the song, but responded quickly: "Yes, 
sir!" 

"Anyway, Dr. Wu is where we send girls who really a need a 
wake-up call. OK, not 
girls. So far it's only been one girl. Tara O'Hara. She was 
two years ago. One 
week a nice, normal high school girl, the next week, a total 
wreck. I hear she's 
a crack whore now in Dallas, giving blow jobs for $25 a pop. 

"Any rate," White continued, "we were at the mall one night 
with Tara, playing 
pretty much the same game we were with you tonight. Little 
Tara can't stand it, 
and breaks away from us when she sees a security guard and 
goes running up to 
him, babbling about how she's been kidnapped by those men over 
there, and they're 
going to rape her, yada yada yada. 

"We thought the jig was up. Fortunately, mall security guards 
are not always your 
most upstanding citizens. We quietly offered the guy a sizable 
bribe and a 
half-hour with Tara in his office. Of course, he took it. And 
he took her. Rather 
roughly, from the look of her when she staggered out. 

"But Tara needed to be taught a lesson, so we made her call 
her parents from the 
mall and tell them she was staying over at a friend's house. 
We drove straight to 
Dr. Wu's cabin, way out in the boonies. Nobody around for 
miles. The kind of 
place where a girl can scream and scream, and no one will ever 
hear her, except 
for a bunch of horny Japanese businessmen watching the tape of 
her screaming. 

"Dr. Wu made several videos of Tara that night, aimed at 
different markets. One 
of the milder ones was for guys who like watching a girl get 
pissed on. He 
brought in half a dozen bikers, gave 'em a few beers each, 
propped her mouth open 
and let 'em all line up and take their turn. She just about 
choked to death, but 
managed to swallow most of it. Then there was a doggie tape, 
only Dr. Wu didn't 
stop like we did with Claire with just licking. He had a 
couple of Great Danes 
mount Tara and fuck her half to death. One in the pussy, one 
in the ass. 

"Then he made what he called the toys tape, which means 
different things that 
were used to fuck little Tara. He started out small, with a 
pool cue, then moved 
on to a beer bottle. Gradually, her pussy was lubricating and 
she got looser, so 
he moved up to a cop's nightstick, a kitchen glass, a billiard 
ball. He finished 
her off with the fat end of a baseball bat. Got it in about 
six inches, if I 
remember correctly. Six inches of Louisville Slugger. Man, you 
should have heard 
her howl. 

"And while he was filming the finale, you know what song he 
was playing on his 
boombox, Princess? That song by the Beastie Boys that goes "I 
did her like this, 
I did her like that, I did her with a whiffle ball bat." That 
Dr. Wu has one sick 
sense of humor, but one eclectic appreciation of popular 
music!" the evil 
principal chuckled. He took a breath, then continued. 

"Finally, there were the torture tapes. Because she had to go 
back to her family, 
he was not able to do anything causing permanent damage, which 
limited him 
somewhat. But you'd be surprised what a sustained beating with 
a rubber garden 
hose on the soles of the feet can do. Or how an expert can use 
a cigarette 
lighter and hold it just close enough to a girl's nipples and 
pussy to make them 
unbelievably painful, yet not cause any actual burns. 
Electricity is pretty good, 
too. You shove a metal dildo up a girl's cunt, attach 
alligator clips to her 
nipples, and attach them both to a hand-cranked generator. 
Then let her rip! 
Yeehaw! Little Tara had thought she was screamed out from the 
baseball bat till 
she started getting jolts from volts! 

"And all this, Princess, was being done to a sweet little 
girl, only 15, a year 
< < CENSORED > > than you. We split the profits of the tapes 
with Dr. Wu. Tara, as I said, 
was completely broken by her night in the cabin and never even 
graduated.." 

Mr. White paused. "And that's what happens to little 
Princesses who don't get 
with the program, Miss Tiffany Daniels." 

The luscious young backseat beauty was in shock. She was 
beginning to 
hyperventilate again, and her luscious breasts bounced with 
the increasing gasps 
of air she was taking. She was hardly aware of the pain in the 
muscles of her 
widely stretched legs, or the presence of the men on either 
side of her in the 
back seat. 

"So you are facing a choice, Princess," White said. "You can 
give less than 100 
percent cooperation, and face the fate of Claire or even Tara. 
Or you can go 
along with us, do exactly what we tell you, never question an 
order, and do 
everything we tell you with a smile, as if it was your idea, 
your fondest 
fantasy. If you do that, we promise you we will not cause you 
any real physical 
pain. That's not what we're into. We also promise that you 
will remain a virgin, 
at least technically. That's as much for our own protection. 
We don't like 
wearing rubbers, and a pregnancy is just too messy to deal 
with. Finally, if you 
cooperate, eventually we will get tired of you, and some new 
little piece of 
teenaged fluff will present itself, and we'll move on, and 
you'll be left with 
only a set of interesting memories, but can go about the rest 
of your life. 

"So what's it gonna be, Princess?" 

"I I I I'll cooperate, sir," Tiffany stammered. "I'll do 
whatever you say. Please 
don't hurt me like those other girls." She has no choice, she 
told herself. No 
choice. It was out of her hands. 

"That's a good princess," White said. "And who knows? Maybe 
not every moment will 
be torture. We like to see our playthings having a good time, 
like you did that 
first night with Mr. Green. There are few things more wondrous 
than a beautiful 
teenaged girl having a body-shattering orgasm, or a string of 
them. And with 
that, let's have some music." 

White pulled a CD out of the console beside him, pushed it 
into the Lincoln's 
player, and hit the advance button several times. The track he 
wanted came on, 
filling the SUV with the sound of Mick Jagger's nasty vocals, 
more than 30 years 
old: 

"Under my thumb 

The girl who once had me down 

Under my thumb 

The girl who once pushed me around 

It's down to me 

The difference in the clothes she wears 

Down to me, the change has come, 

She's under my thumb ..." 

"Why don't you relax as best you can, Tiffany, and the guys 
back there will make 
you feel good," White suggested. Old Joe the janitor and Mr. 
Brown needed no more 
prompting. Immediately, Old Joe put his fingers up to the 
opening of her young 
pussy and ordered, "Push those ben-wa balls out, baby." 
Tiffany, obedient, did 
just that, and the two metal balls pooped out into Joe's hand. 
They were wet with 
her pussy juice, and they left her young twat wide open. 

"Here's a little something to fill up that opening," Joe said, 
and pushed a pink 
vibrator up inside her. He flicked a switch at the end, and 
the small machine 
began to hum and vibrate inside Tiffany's highly stimulated 
vagina. 

While Joe was busy with her pussy, Mr. Brown reached into a 
soft drink cup he'd 
gotten at the food court and pulled out a large piece of ice. 
He reached over and 
began to run the ice on her left nipple. The tip-tit, shocked 
by the cold, began 
to grow erect. Around and around went the piece of ice, making 
Tiffany's nipple 
grow more and more engorged with blood. When it reached its 
peak, he transferred 
the ice to her right nipple and began to rub again, making it 
erect as well. 

"Since your hands aren't cuffed, Princess, I want you to reach 
down and pull on 
your pussy lips and hold 'em open," Joe ordered. "But no fair 
touching your clit. 
That's gonna be our job." 

Tiffany, still scared to death of the threats, obeyed meekly, 
pulling her pussy 
lips wide with both hands. Her little clit popped out from 
under its hood, 
looking like a small, moist pearl, glistening with desire. 

"Yum yum yum," murmured the older janitor. He licked his 
thumb, and then pressed 
it down, gently but firmly, on Tiffany's hot, throbbing clit, 
and began to 
massage it in a circle. 

Tiffany inhaled sharply. It felt soooooo good. Her horniness 
had temporarily 
vanished when she was being publicly stripped and displayed 
inside The Rave, and 
later, during White's long history lesson. But her erotic 
feelings had really 
just been pushed below the surface. She had, after all, spent 
half an hour 
walking through the mall with ben-wa balls jammed up her 
pussy, stretching her 
and massaging the sugar walls of her teenaged twat. 

Mr. Black leaned over and began to whisper in her ear. "I 
gotta tell ya, sweetie, 
back there in the mall, you may have been the sexiest girl on 
the face of the 
earth. You looked so sweet and so hot, like Chinese mustard, 
baby, prancing 
around in those high, high heels, that teeny tiny skirt, that 
sexy top." His 
voice had a low, monotonous quality, almost hypnotic. "You got 
the longest, 
sexiest legs of any girl at Daniels High, sweet cakes. Those 
titties of yours are 
magnificent. And what's more, you know it, don't you girl? You 
know how hot and 
sexy you are. You love how the boys all want to have sex with 
you, how the male 
teachers all try to look up your skirt, how everyone ogles 
those tits. You love 
it, Princess." 

And all the while Joe was cooing into her ear, telling Tiffany 
her own secrets, 
she continued to hold open her pussy lips with both hands, and 
Joe continued to 
rub her clit, which was getting bigger and bigger, redder and 
redder. It was if 
the tiny organ had a mind of its own and was straining upward 
for release at 
Joe's hand. And Mr. Brown, on her other side, kept rubbing the 
ice over her 
nipples, which were so hard Tiffany thought they might 
explode, that she might 
explode, that she was hovering on the brink of an explosion, 
that she was getting 
close and closer to her orgasm, and the vibrator in her pussy 
was buzzing and 
buzzing, and the wind tickled her toes as they stuck out the 
windows. She was 
going to cum so hard, so hard, and Joe's thumb was moving 
faster and faster, and 
it was a blur, the nipples, the pussy, the legs spread so 
wide, the clit, the 
toes, and she was getting so close, so close.... 

Tiffany wasn't even aware that she was moaning, over and over, 
oh yessss, Oh God 
yesss, feel so goooood. 

And Jagger spat out the words and the music of the Stones 
filled the Lincoln, 
which smlled strongly of musky teenaged pussy: 

"Under my thumb 

The squirmin' dog who's just had her day 

Under my thumb 

A girl who has just changed her ways 

It's down to me, yes it is 

The way she does just what she's told 

Down to me, the change has come 

She's under my thumb." 

And as she got closer, images from Mr. White's stories kept 
flashing through her 
mind, disgusting things, hateful things, about girls being 
fucked by dogs, being 
raped by old men, being tied down and whipped, on their bare 
ass, being fucked 
with beer bottles and baseball bats, and being whipped, and 
fucked, and fucked up 
the ass, and dogs' cocks, and she had no choice, she had to 
give in to them, it 
was out of her hands, she was their slave, she was a sex 
slave, and she was 
getting closer, she was almost there... 

"That's enough, guys!" ordered Mr. White, who'd been watching 
in the rear view 
mirror. Instantly, Brown and Black stopped what they were 
doing, withdrew their 
hands. 

"Nooooo!" wailed the poor cheerleader, jolted from her dark 
and jumbled fantasy. 
She was teetering right on the brink of the biggest climax of 
her life. Without 
even thinking, she whipped both hands down to her clit and 
began to rub it in a 
frenzy, trying to get over that edge. 

And again, she was thwarted, as the two men each grabbed a 
wrist and yanked her 
hands away. 

"Pleeeeease! Pleeeeease!" the blonde beauty pleaded. 

"No way, Princess," said White coldly. "You don't come until 
we do. But this is 
our exit, and we're five minutes from school, so let's end the 
evening with a 
bang, so to speak, and we'll all get our ya-yas out." 

"A siamese cat of a girl 

Under my thumb 

She's the sweetest, mmm, pet in the world," sang Jagger in his 
anthem of 
dominance and control. 

Tiffany's mind was a tangle of dark thoughts, unholy fantasies 
and images that 
she had never thought of in her 16 years, but over all, 
overwhelmingly, the 
desire to cum. Then she felt something, tickling her clit. She 
opened her eyes, 
and saw that Mr. Brown was bending over her lap, over her 
obscenely splayed 
thighs and wide-open pussy, holding the plastic straw from his 
soft drink, and 
blowing on her clit! 

It tickled. Wildly. It stimulated her, but not enough. The 
short puffs of his 
breath struck her clit, and where normally it would not bother 
her at all, now it 
was the most maddening thing she had ever felt. It was if the 
blasts of air were 
keeping her clit super-sensitive, keeping her aware of her own 
pussy, her deep 
and abiding horniness. 

Her head rolled back against the seat, her hair flying from 
side to side as Brown 
and Black securely held her wrists. 

"You ready to cum, Princess?" whispered Black. "You ready?" 

"Yes! Yes! Please!" she begged. 

"Here's the school parking lot," said White, as Green, in the 
front seat, shut 
off the video camera that had been recording Tiffany's 
frenzied begging for an 
orgasm. "Joe, would you go unlock the cafeteria? Not much 
longer, Princess 
Tiffany, and you'll have some orgasms you'll never forget. 

He didn't add, because he didn't need to, that she wouldn't be 
the only one. 


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CHAPTER 9 

THE ONE WITH TONGUES PLANTED FIRMLY IN CHEEKS 

Tiffany practically had to be carried from the SUV into the 
school cafeteria. Her 
leg muscles had gotten sore from striding around the mall in 
the highest high 
heels she had ever worn. Then she had endured the half-hour 
drive back from the 
mall with her long legs obscenely spread into the widest 
possible splits, each 
ankle trapped in a back seat window on either side. Her legs 
were killing her, 
and she was having trouble walking. 

In addition, she was still intensely focused on having an 
orgasm, and her four 
tormentors were just as determined that she not have one just 
yet. Every time 
they relaxed their vigilance, the 16-year-old cheerleader 
would steal a hand down 
between the damp blonde public curls of her pussy and begin 
pushing her clit as 
if it were an elevator button and she was impatiently waiting. 
The horrible 
images from the stories that Mr. White had told her continued 
to spin in her 
young, impressionable mind, making her hotter than she had 
ever been, and ashamed 
at how they had affected her. She had to cum, dammit! the 
horny and confused girl 
thought. She just had to. Maybe cumming would release the grip 
the stories had on 
her, she rationalized with the part of her brain that was 
still capable of some 
level of thought. 

So it was for the best that John Brown and Tom Green each 
slipped one of 
Tiffany's arms around their shoulder and half-walked, 
half-carried the glazed, 
trembling girl into the deserted cafeteria, which Old Joe the 
janitor had gone 
ahead and unlocked. They laid her down on a long table in the 
center of the room, 
its fake-wood laminate cold against her bare skin. 

"Pleeeze," she murmured, although she wasn't even sure any 
more what she was 
asking them to do? Let her go? Let her cum? Some of both? She 
just knew that 
right now she was in hell. 

"How's that little pussy, Princess?" asked Principal White. 
"Does the little 
Princess want to cum?" 

Tiffany felt something wet trickle down out of her virgin 
opening and start 
moving down her thigh. Oh God, was she starting her period? 
She was mortified, 
but she had to find out. She reached down one index finger and 
wiped at the 
sticky goo and looked at it. It was clear, so it wasn't her 
period. She was so 
sexually over-stimulated that her pussy was actually leaking 
lubrication onto her 
body, and running down onto the lunch table! 

"Yes, sir, I want to cum," she answered. God, the shame, she 
thought. Nearly 
nude, in her own school lunch room, begging this man for an 
orgasm. 


"Well, as I told you, we're going to help you, Princess 
Tiffany. It's going to 
feel so good. But we're going to trade orgasms. You make us 
cum, we'll make you 
cum. And since we've promised you that we'll let you stay a 
virgin, we're going 
to cum in your ass. That's right, Princess. It's time for a 
gang bang in Tiffany 
Daniels' virgin asshole!" He was practically shouting in 
jubilation, power and 
lust." 

"Oh nooo!" Tiffany cried and started to get up from the table. 
Instantly powerful 
male hands pushed her back down on her back. She struggled to 
get up, but Old Joe 
was pinning her shoulders to the table while Mr. Brown slipped 
off the Spandex 
miniskirt. Joe grabbed her halter, which was barely tied in 
place, and yanked 
upward, pulling it off. The sweet teen was stark naked, pinned 
like a beautiful 
to the lunchroom table. 

"Don't, oh please don't do this!" she wailed in panic as Brown 
pulled on her 
knees, moving them up to her chest. While he held them there, 
Mr. Green grabbed 
her flailing arms by the wrists and pulled her wrists around 
her bunched-up legs 
until her hands were underneath her legs. He quickly snapped 
the handcuffs that 
had imprisoned Tiffany before onto her wrists. 

Breathing heavily from the exertion, the men stood back to 
examine their beautilf 
captive. She lay on her back on the table, her knees pulled up 
to her chest. Her 
arms circled down below the backs of her knees, where they 
were locked in place 
by the cuffs. She could not move her arms now, nor could she 
lower her knees. The 
most important part of the arrangement, as Tiffany was about 
to find out, was 
that it left her sweet little bunghole poking out between her 
gorgeous round ass 
cheeks. The little rosebud was completely exposed and 
defenseless as it winked 
nervously near the edge of the table. 

Tiffany was moaning and shaking her head from side to side as 
the men rubbed 
their erections inside their pants. They'd been playing with 
her all night, 
exposing her in public, forcing her to give blow jobs to 
strangers at the mall, 
teasing her sexually, bringing her to a fever pitch, then 
abandoning her sexual 
needs the moment before her climax. All four men, although 
well into middle age, 
were as rampant as teenaged boys. 

"Shut up!" barked White at the moaning, squirming girl. 
"Listen to my voice!" he 
commanded. Tiffany forced herself to be quiet. 

"First of all, no one can hear you, Princess, which is why we 
haven't gagged you. 
But you need to be quiet to listen to me. I want you to think 
very hard about the 
stories I just told you, about what happened to Claire and 
Tara when they didn't 
cooperate. I want you to know that we aren't fucking around 
here, and if you piss 
us off you've got a visit to Dr. Wu coming, maybe even 
tonight. And you do NOT 
want to go there, girl. Now take a couple of deep breaths, 
because this isn't 
going to be nearly as bad as you think. Mr. Brown, would you 
like to do first 
honors?" 

Tiffany stiffened her body, thinking that she was about to 
feel her teacher's 
cock probing at the opening of her ass, trying to penetrate 
that too-tight hole. 
But she didn't. Instead she felt something wonderful - smooth 
and warm and wet. 
For a few second she resisted, but it just felt so good, and 
soon she began to 
relax. As she let down her guard, her sphincter unclenched, 
and the warm, wet 
object began to make little forays up inside her. It would 
push in a little, then 
withdraw, and make lazy circles all over her asshole. It was 
beginning to feel 
very good indeed. 

Suddenly the girl realized what was happening at her backdoor. 
Her math teacher 
was licking her asshole with his tongue! 

"It's called analingus, Princess," Mr. White explained. "Also 
known as a rimjob. 
It's a little more sophisticated sexual technique than you and 
your 
clumsy-fingered boyfriends as probably used to, or have even 
dreamt of. The anus 
is as full of nerve endings as the vagina, and properly 
stimulated it's one of 
the most intense erogenous zones on the body. Plus saliva 
makes a wonderful 
lubricant, as you relax, soon you'll be able to take in 
something a little harder 
than a tongue." 

Even though she knew what was coming eventually, Tiffany put 
it out of her mind 
and concentrated on the good feelings. Her horniness had 
returned, and now it was 
even stronger because of what her math teacher was doing. It 
was so wicked, but 
so wonderful at the same time! While Brown licked, Tom Green 
the English teacher 
reached between Tiffany's legs and placed his first two 
fingers on either side of 
her clitoris and began massaging it gently. The feelings on 
her clit and the 
feelings in her ass began to merge and mingle. She'd never 
realized how close the 
two were, never thought of her own ass as anything erotic. 

"How's that feel, Princess?" asked White. 

"Mmmmmmm," was all Tiffany could reply. Her defenses were 
coming down, as her 
math teacher continued to tongue her asshole. As she relaxed, 
he was able to push 
his tongue further and further up inside her warm, moist 
rectum. Green, 
meanwhile, continued to work over her hot, throbbing clit, 
careful not to tip the 
horny youngster over the brink into an orgasm just yet. 

Tiffany Daniels had forgotten that she was stark naked, that 
she was laying on a 
table in her own high school cafeteria, that she was 
handcuffed. The sensations 
on her clit and in her little bunghole were indescribable, 
better than anything 
she had ever felt. 

"How's that taste, John?" asked the principal. 

"Tasty as can be," said Brown, taking a break draw a breath. 
"Her pussy's runnin' 
like nobody's business, and the juice is like pure nectar." 

"OK, Princess," said White. "Remember we were talking about a 
trade? Well, fair's 
fair. You're getting a hot tongue stuffed up your ass, and now 
it's time to 
reciprocate." Tiffany felt the table shift and opened her 
eyes, and realized that 
her principal, Roger White, was now naked and climbing up onto 
the table. He 
knelt so that one knee was on either side of her head, as he 
faced her feet. His 
ass hovered above her face, and slowly he started to lower it. 


"Come on, Princess. You can feel how good that tongue is 
working on your ass. 
Turnabout's fair play. I want to feel your tongue up my ass." 
And he lowered his 
bulky frame so that his big hairy ass hovered just an inch 
above the 
cheerleader's mouth. 

Tiffany drifted in a dream state of confusion and horniness. 
She knew what her 
principal was asking her to do was grosser than gross, 
something that even a few 
days ago would have made her run screaming from the room. But 
she also knew that 
she had no choice, she had been reduced to a sex slave, she 
had to do it. She 
stuck out her tongue as the principal lowered his buttocks the 
last inch and 
settled his own ass crack right onto the beauty's mouth. 

Her first thought was that it wasn't as bad as she thought. It 
tasted weird, like 
apple cider or something, but it wasn't all that nasty, 
really, if she didn't 
think about what she was really doing. She moved her tongue a 
little. 

"Oh, yeah, Princess, that's right, use that tongue. Lick that 
ass," ordered 
White. Tiffany complied, licking back and forth along White's 
ass crack. His 
erection bobbed in the air out in front of him, and he bent 
slightly at the waist 
so that he could rub the head of his cock, which was swollen 
with blood and 
oozing pre-cum, over the girl's large, erect nipples. The 
sensation of having her 
nipples stimulated added to the delicious massaging on her 
clit and the 
incredible oral reaming of her asshole, and Tiffany felt 
herself getting closer 
and closer to orgasm. 

Tiffany moaned into her principal's asshole and continued to 
work her tongue. It 
was all so nasty, so humiliating, and yet so wonderful. Her 
whole body was on 
fire. Maybe soon, she thought, they'd let her cum. 

She felt Brown's mouth leave her ass, and then something 
different. Something 
much harder. She knew it must be the head of his cock pushing 
against her rectum, 
knew she was about to be violated. But she also knew she had 
no choice. She 
couldn't see a thing except her principal's ass, so she just 
concentrated on the 
feeling of her clit getting rubbed. 

Brown pushed slowly, gently, and eased his cock up into the 
cheerleader's ass. It 
was so tight. So hot. So moist. But his analingus and the 
girl's own secretions 
had gotten her plenty wet, and she was relaxed from the erotic 
attentions, and 
didn't seem to be in any pain. Brown pushed forward, inch by 
inch, letting his 
cock luxuriate in the feeling of Tiffany's rectum. 

Finally, he was all the way in. His coarse pubic hair tickled 
her labia. Tiffany 
Daniels, once the most stuck-up cock tease in school, was 
getting fucked up the 
ass by her math teacher. Brown pulled out slowly, then pushed 
in again. As he 
stroked, her ass relaxed and opened up even more. Soon he had 
a slow but steady 
rhythm going, in and out, in and out, pumping his cock up 
inside her shitter. 

White climbed off the table and Old Joe Black the janitor took 
his place. With 
her eyes closed, Tiffany was only vaguely aware of the 
movement. But she realized 
that a different male asshole was now plastered over her 
mouth, one that smelled 
and tasted different - a little stronger, but still not bad. 
She didn't even 
think about what was happening, she just plunged her tongue 
upward and began to 
give a teenaged rimjob to the school janitor. 

Brown plunged his cock into the girl over and over. Like all 
of the men, he was 
so horny and the girl was so tight that he wasn't going to 
last long. He could 
feel his balls churning and tightening in his scrotum, and he 
gaze Green a thumbs 
up that he was about to cum. Green pulled out the pink 
vibrator they had used on 
Tiffany in the Lincoln and jammed it up inside her pussy, 
already turned on and 
buzzing madly. He pinched her clit between his thumb and 
forefinger and began to 
squeeze it rhythmically, gently but firmly. 

The beautiful young victim nearly went insane when the 
vibrator hit her sensitive 
pussy and her English teacher upped the ante on her love 
button. She was getting 
fucked up the ass with one cock, fucked up the pussy with a 
fake cock, her clit 
felt like it was about to explode. 

And then it did. Tiffany Daniels launched into her orgasm just 
as Mr. Brown's 
cock swelled even larger and began to pump a huge load of 
sperm up into her 
bowels. 

Tiffany screamed with pleasure, but the scream was trapped by 
Old Joe's buttocks 
covering her mouth. The scream went right up into his asshole. 
Her hips bucked up 
and down wildly, her entire body tensed and went rigid, the 
muscles in her rectum 
clamped down ferociously on Brown's cock as he emptied gush 
after gush of hot 
semen up into her bowels. Green could hardly hold onto the 
girl's slick clit as 
she writhed frantically on the cafeteria table. It was as if 
her entire body was 
being jolted by blasts of electricity as she jumped and 
wiggled. 

"Mmmmmppffffffff!" the girl bellowed with pleasure into Joe's 
asshole. The 
janitor raised himself up a couple of inches, depriving 
himself of the pleasure 
of her rimjob so that everyone could hear her orgasm. 

"Yessssss! Oh God yesssssss!" the cheerleader yelled as she 
continued to cum. 
Finally, after about 10 long seconds, she began to subside, 
and Brown withdrew 
his cock, which was still stiff, and now coated with his own 
jism and Tiffany's 
juices. 

"Who's next?" he asked with a leer. In a flash, Tom Green, her 
English teacher, 
had moved to the edge of the table where her asshole, now 
gaping open somewhat, 
waited, poised, to be filled again. He didn't wait, but 
plunged his tool in 
immediately. Unlike Mr. Brown, he didn't have to ease her into 
the anal fucking. 
He just shoved his cock in, as hard and as far as he could. 
Tiffany's eyes bulged 
out in surprise, but she was well- greased enough that it 
didn't hurt. In fact, 
it felt good to be filled up again. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," she started muttering. Her head 
whipped from side to 
side, banging against Black's thighs. White motioned for the 
janitor to climb 
down off the table, and he did so. As soon as he was down, 
White aimed the video 
camera at the young beauty's face. 

"Tell us what you want, Princess," the principal said. "If you 
like that feeling, 
tell us!" 

"Feels so good!" Tiffany managed. "More! More! More!" 

"Tell us exactly, Princess, or we're gonna stop and you won't 
be allowed to cum 
anymore," the older man guided her. 

"I want to cum!" she panted. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" The former cock 
tease had been 
teased for so long that now, when she was finally being 
granted a sexual release, 
she had entered another plane of existence. She was barely 
aware of the men 
around her, focusing only on the incredible feelings coming 
from her pussy and 
ass. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and White's voice seemed to 
come from some 
distant place, an order that she had to follow to keep the 
good vibrations 
coming. 

As Green stood at the foot of the table, plunging his cock in 
and out of the 
teenager's ass, he reached down between her upturned legs, 
between her handcuffed 
wrists, and located her clit with his fingers. He began again 
to rub it, again 
sending the girl shooting upward. 

"Do you like the cock up your ass, Tiffany?" asked White. "Do 
you like having 
your clit rubbed? Tell us what you like, Tiffany, or we'll 
stop." 

"Don't stop!" she moaned. "Please don't stop! Make me cum! 
Fuck my ass! Play with 
my clit! Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, don't 
stop!" The more she 
said it, the more she felt it. Her desire now permeated her 
whole being, became 
her entire being. White focused the camera tightly on the 
girl's face as she 
begged to be fucked in the ass. It would be the perfect 
climax, so to speak, of 
the video scrapbook the men had been compiling, the one he was 
mentally calling 
"Toying With Tiffany." 

Tiffany wasn't the only one who felt as if she'd been teased 
for the past few 
hours. Green and the other men were practically going out of 
their minds with 
unslaked lust, and the juicy friction of his cock rubbing 
against the walls of 
the cheerleader's rectum soon proved to be more than he could 
bear. Even though 
he wanted to make it last, he was soon ready to blast her ass 
with another load 
of sperm. 

Tiffany felt her teacher's cock head swell inside her ass; it 
felt like it was 
the size of a tennis ball. But it was the magic fingers 
diddling her clit that 
had most of her concentration, as the youngster approached her 
second orgasm of 
the night. She had forgotten about White's instructions, and 
was now just 
screaming for more of her own free will. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!" 

The English teacher obliged her, groaning loudly as he emptied 
his balls into the 
student. He roughly gripped her clit and shook it from side to 
side, like a dog 
playing with an old sneaker, and Tiffany once again went rigid 
with an 
overwhelming orgasm. 

White turned off the camcorder, having gotten the footage he 
wanted. He was dying 
to fuck the blonde cheerleader, and had moved around to stand 
behind Mr. Green. 
Mere seconds after Green had withdrawn, White rammed his 
hard-on deep into the 
girl's bowels. In Tiffany's swirling, lust-crazed mind, it was 
as if the 
ass-fucking had never stopped. 

Joe Black looked at the girl laying on the table, the 
bitch-princess who had 
never even noticed his existence as he pushed his mop and 
bucket around the halls 
of Daniels High. Her mouth was open and she was breathing 
heavily, and he decided 
he wanted to put that mouth to more good use. So he climbed 
back up onto the 
cafeteria table, knees planted on either side of Tiffany's 
head again, and 
lowered himself onto the cheerleader's face. His aim was true, 
and he managed to 
maneuver his dangling scrotum right into her gaping mouth. 

Tiffany was startled by having her mouth suddenly full of the 
janitor's heavy 
balls, but by this point she was on automatic pilot, and just 
moaned. Her moaning 
vibrated her mouth, which vibrated Joe's testicles, giving him 
the most exquisite 
pleasure imaginable. He just knelt there, unmoving, letting 
his scrotum get a 
hum-job from the teenager. His cock, huge and purple, waved in 
front of him like 
a divining rod, one that sensed teenaged ass instead of water. 


As Tiffany tickled the janitor's balls with her tongue, 
Principal White was 
practically a blur between her legs. She was now slick enough 
from two massive 
doses of semen shot up her butt that he could ram away on the 
girl as if she were 
a piece of meat, which is exactly what he did. He did not 
neglect her pussy and 
clit, though, knowing that if he could give her a third 
orgasm, she would clench 
her muscles so tightly that he would have one of the greatest 
orgasms ever. 

Joe pulled his balls, wet with teen saliva, from Tiffany's 
mouth, and scooted 
down the table a short distance. He knew their time was 
growing short, and he 
wanted some more rimming from the girl. He saw that Brown had 
picked up the 
camcorder and moved in close, framing the shot so that all 
that could be seen was 
Tiffany's face, glazed with lust and drool, and the anonymous 
midsection of a 
middle aged black man hovering over her. Joe lowered himself 
down onto Tiffany's 
face as the camcorder captured every moment. 

"Lick my ass, Princess!" Joe commanded. "Ream me out with your 
tongue. The 
farther you get your tongue up my ass, the bigger the orgasm 
you're gonna get." 
Tiffany was at a point where everything said to her seemed 
like a command she had 
to obey, and she obediently stiffened her tongue and drove it 
as far as she could 
up between the janitor's butt cheeks. She penetrated his anus 
with her tongue, 
and kept going, inch by inch, until her tongue began to ache. 

"Now wiggle that tongue, Princess," Joe ordered, and Tiff 
again obeyed, moving 
her tongue as best she could within Joe's tight asshole, 
giving the man the 
sweetest rimjob he had ever had in his life. She was so insane 
with lust that she 
was barely aware of the musky, sweaty odor and taste of the 
asshole she was 
rimming wildly. 

Inevitably, White's orgasm hit, just as Tiffany's third orgasm 
of the night 
launched like a Saturn 5. For the third time, she felt wave 
after wave of 
pleasure wrack her delightful young body as her principal 
emptied his seed into 
her. 

Joe reluctantly climbed down from his perch on Tiffany's face. 
He had fucked 
plenty of girls at Daniels High during his recent career of 
blackmail and 
humiliation, but the rimjobs had been a recent addition to the 
gang's repertoire, 
one that combined extreme pleasure for them with extreme 
degradation for the 
victim. 

But his monster cock needed satisfying, and he moved into 
position with the head 
at the entrance to Tiffany's bunghole. Joe had gone last for a 
reason. Although 
racial stereotypes frequently are false, in this case there 
was some truth. Joe 
Black was hung like a stallion, and the other men had 
discovered a while back 
that if they let him go first, he would ream the girl in 
question so far that she 
wouldn't be tight enough for them. So Joe had become the 
clean-up hitter, and now 
he rammed his baseball bat of a cock home into the 
cheerleader. 

"Ahhhhhh!" Tiffany screamed, this time in pain. Even with a 
thoroughly reamed-out 
asshole swimming in semen to provide lubrication, Joe''s Dirk 
Diggler of a dick 
hurt. "Noooo!" she wailed. "Take it out! It hurts." But Joe 
ignored, and while 
his comrades in torment watched, began to fuck the girl's ass 
in earnest. In and 
out, in and out he pumped, and gradually Tiffany's protests 
subsided as she got 
used to the ravishing. 

White unlocked her handcuffs, which allowed her to spread her 
legs. He took her 
hands and placed them on her pussy, and instantly her fingers 
began a frantic 
dance on the surface of her clit, rubbing the hard, swollen 
nub for all it was 
worth. Soon she was once again screaming "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! 
Make me cum!" as 
another orgasm built in the girl. 

When it hit her, it was the biggest one yet. Her blue eyes 
rolled back in her 
head, her face went red, her whole body rigid. Green had 
leaned over her with 
both hands and was tugging on her erect nipples, pulling them 
gently but firmly 
upwards, adding to her pleasure. As her muscles tightened, her 
rectum clamped 
down on Old Joe's prick, and he began to cum, gushing his hot 
sperm up inside 
her, the fourth time in the evening she had gotten an assfull 
of thick, salty 
semen. 

After a few moments, the cafeteria was completely quiet. 
Tiffany and Old Joe were 
both panting. White and Green were already pulling their pants 
on. It had been 
quite an evening, but tomorrow was a school day! 

"So Princess," asked Mr. Brown, "what did you think about your 
first fuck?" 

Tiffany was coming back to reality, realizing where she was 
and what had 
happened. The buzzing in her firm young body was dying down, 
and she was now very 
aware that she was laying naked on a table in the school 
cafeteria, that she had 
been fucked up the ass by four men. And the worst part was, 
she had wanted it! 
She had begged for it! 

Suddenly a wave of shame and humiliation washed over the 
confused girl. All those 
names they had called her on the way to the mall, slut and 
whore. It was true! 
She was a slut, a whore, a worthless scumbag. She hadn't 
wanted them to do this, 
but when they did, she had liked it! How could she face them 
again? How could she 
facer her parents, her friends, her little sister Stephanie? 

The day had been a long one. It had started that morning with 
Principal White 
putting ants up her ass and her pussy, which she had suffered 
with through the 
school day. Then had come the humiliating trip to the mall, 
the blow jobs, being 
forced to strip in front of other people, the horrible songs, 
everything. And 
after all that had been done to her, her response had been to 
get excited and cum 
over and over! 

"Up you go, Princess Tiffany," said Mr. Green, helping her sit 
up on the table. 
She was so embarrassed, and put one arm across her breasts to 
shield them from 
the view of the men. They all laughed, and she realized how 
absurd it was to try 
to cover herself. 

"Here's the clothes you came to school in," White said, 
holding out a bag. "You 
need to wear them home so nobody gets suspicious. We'll keep 
all the stuff we got 
at the mall here at school. Now get dressed, and you can just 
make it home on 
time." He patted her condescendingly on the head, as if she 
were a five-year-old 
or a puppy dog that had successfully been paper-trained. 

In a daze, Tiffany got dressed. 

"Tomorrow morning, I want you to report to my office first 
thing in the morning," 
White told her. "Don't even think about calling in sick, or 
I'll plan an audio 
tape of you begging to be fucked in the ass over the 
loudspeaker for the morning 
announcement. It'll seem like an accident, and I'll be safely 
somewhere else when 
it happens. But just imagine how your girlfriends on the 
cheerleading squad will 
react when they hear your voice. Or even better, just imagine 
your sister 
Stephanie sitting in freshman homeroom, listening to her big 
sister hollering 
"Make me cum! 

"So tomorrow morning, first thing, my office," he repeated to 
make sure she 
understand in her dazed and confused state. "After all, 
tomorrow is another day!" 


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CHAPTER 10 

THE ONE WITH THE DRESS CODE VIOLATIONS 

The alarm went off, and Tiffany slapped it, shutting it off. 
She awoke from a 
deep dream, an erotic dream, in which her naked nubile body 
was stretched out in 
an X and being fondled by anonymous men, and in which she was 
having orgasm after 
orgasm. She realized she was alone, in her own bed, in her own 
bedroom, and that 
her pussy was wet with excitement. 

Suddenly, the events of the previous day came flooding back to 
her in a jumble of 
memories. The ants in the pants, the boys cheering her in the 
hallway, the 
humiliating trip to the mall, the clerk at the Rave and the 
others ogling her 
naked breasts in public, the anal gang bang in the school 
cafeteria. She had been 
raped by her principal, her English and math teachers, and the 
school janitor. 
Her ass, she realized, was a little bit sore, but she wasn't 
really in much pain. 

But was it rape, she wondered. She had cum, harder than she 
had ever cum in her 
life from her experiments with masturbation. She had begged 
for them to do it to 
her, given herself over to the lust. They had told her she was 
a slut, and she 
had acted just like a slut. Nothing in her pampered privileged 
upbringing had 
prepared her for such a situation. She was from one of the 
upstanding local 
families - the high school was even named after her 
grandfather, Godfrey Daniels! 
- and her parents were rich. She was beautiful, popular, 
envied, admired. Boys 
wanted her, but she had always called the tune. Now others 
were calling the tune, 
and it felt ... well, young Tiffany was ambivalent about how 
it felt. It felt 
awful, demeaning and degrading, but it also felt kind of 
exciting. After all, her 
pussy was wet. What more evidence did she need? 

There was a knock at the door, and her little sister 
Stephanie, 14, burst in, 
full of girlish excitement as usual. Tiffany thought that if 
possible, her sister 
was going to be even more gorgeous than she was. She hadn't 
yet sprouted big 
breasts like Tiffany's, and her figure was still coltish: long 
legs just 
beginning to take on their womanly shape, thin hips just 
starting to fill out. 
She was tall, though, like Tiffany, and blonde and tanned and 
fit. 

"Hey sis, what's up?" said Steph. "Can you take me to school 
today? I really, 
really don't want to ride the bus. Those awful Davis twins 
have been sitting next 
to me and trying to feel me up. Please don't make me ride the 
bus." 

Tiffany felt sorry for the < < CENSORED > > girl. If only she 
knew that life could hand 
her a far worse situation than a couple of 14-year-old boys 
brushing up against 
her on the bus and giggling, trying to cop cheap feels. But 
Tiffany couldn't tell 
her sister, couldn't tell anyone about the horrible situation 
she was in, lest 
she end up at Dr. Wu's cabin in the woods for an all-night 
session, the way her 
principal had threatened. She shuddered at the thought. 

"Sure, honey, I'll take you. Be ready in about 45 minutes." 

As they drove to Daniels High in Tiffany's Miata, top down, 
the breeze ruffling 
their hair, Stephanie suddenly asked, "What happened to you 
yesterday?" 

Tiffany stiffened. "What do you mean?" 

"I just heard this weird story, that you changed clothes in 
the middle of the day 
and you were wearing this really short pleated skirt and a 
white blouse, and some 
people said you weren't wearing a bra. And then I heard that 
between 5th and 6th 
period you were out in the hall and your blouse was all wet 
and boys started 
making fun of you. And I just couldn't believe that anybody 
would have the guts 
to make fun of you or that you would really dress like that." 

What should she respond? The truth was out, but if she said it 
never happened, 
Stephanie was bound to find out otherwise. She couldn't squeal 
on her tormentors 
or they would make the videos public as they had threatened, 
so she in the 
uncomfortable position of having to pretend it was all her 
idea. There was no 
other way. 

"Yeah, sis, I just got sick of always wearing the same tame 
stuff to school, so I 
went for a sexier look, and I guess I took it a little far. 
And you know guys, 
they went a little nuts. So I learned a lesson." She glanced 
at Stephanie. The 
< < CENSORED > > girl digested the story and nodded. The ruse 
had worked. 

They pulled into the school lot and parked, then hugged 
goodbye. Stephanie went 
off to her first period class, and Tiffany went off to 
Principal White's office, 
as she had been ordered to do the previous night. When she got 
there, she noticed 
that the usual receptionist, an elderly battle-axe named Mrs. 
Milano, was not at 
her desk Roger White stepped out of his office and motioned 
her inside. 

"Sometimes the fates just work in a person's favor," he told 
Tiffany. "Mrs. 
Milano's husband had to go into the hospital, and she's taking 
a couple days off. 
I figured I could get by without her. And it's one less person 
to notice your 
comings and goings. Speaking of coming, how are you this 
morning, Princess?" he 
leered. 

"I'm fine, sir," Tiffany said, flushing. She hated the 
"princess" business, but 
guesses it was better than the filthy names they had been 
calling her before. And 
she was embarrassed by the reference to last night, and to her 
own mixed feelings 
about it all. 

White closed the office door and locked it. The 16-year-old 
cheerleader was alone 
with her main tormentor. "Time to get naked, Princess," he 
ordered. 

Tiffany, not surprised anymore by the outrageous demands of 
cruel men, obediently 
stripped. She paused at her bra and knickers, but Principal 
White just glared at 
her and waved a hand to continue, and she did so. Within a 
minute, she stood 
stark naked in his office. 

"I went through all the clothes and stuff we collected last 
night to pick out 
your outfit for today, Princess Tiffany," he said. "As much as 
I like novelty, I 
decided that the slut clothes you wore at the mall would be 
the best for school 
today. Here they are. Put them on." He handed her the 
obscenely short black 
Spandex miniskirt and the skimpy black halter tape with the 
Nike knock-off that 
read "Just Do Me." On his desk, she noticed the high-heeled 
black pumps she had 
worn last night. 

"Oh please don't make me wear these," Tiffany begged. She 
couldn't bear the 
thought of her friends and classmates seeing her in such a 
revealing outfit for 
the entire day. God almighty she thought, Britney Spears 
wouldn't even wear these 
for a photo shoot! 

"I thought I told you I don't want any back-talk or 
disagreement," White said 
unpleasantly. "Now get 'em on. And leave the knickers and bra 
on the floor. You'll 
be doing without underwear today." 

Tiffany was mortified, but again told herself she had no 
choice. She was their 
slave, their plaything, their toy, and had to do as she was 
told. The 
alternatives - release of the blackmail videos to her friends 
and families, the 
postings on the Internet, possible even a trip to Dr. Wu - 
were far worse than 
strutting around school all day in a slutty outfit. 

Anxious to cover her nudity, the blonde beauty quickly 
dressed. As before, the 
micro-mini came down only a couple of inches below the cheeks 
of her ass, and her 
large breasts barely fit into the too-small halter. Her tits 
bulged out at the 
sides of the halter and threatened to spill out over the top 
completely. She 
stepped into the high heels, elevating her 5-foot-7 frame to 
nearly 6 feet tall, 
and stood before White. 

"Now don't move a muscle, girl," he said harshly. "I hear that 
slit skirts are 
all the rage these days, and I wanted to make sure you were 
fashionable." He 
pulled a pair of fabric shears out of a desk drawer and knelt 
in front of 
Tiffany. Grasping the hem of the skirt in his left hand, he 
used the shears to 
begin cutting her dress. He snipped carefully along the ride 
side, from the hem 
up to the waistband, and then repeated the cutting on the left 
side, hem to 
waistband. 

Tiffany was horrified. The dress had been terrible enough 
before, but now her 
long, tanned legs were completely bare up to the waist. 
Depending on how she 
moved or sat, she would have to be very careful or she would 
inadvertently expose 
her ass or pussy. And she wasn't even wearing any underwear! 

"Mr. White," she stammered, "I can't go to classes like this! 
I'm practically 
naked!" 

"That you are, my dear, that you are. You know what might 
help? A couple of 
safety pins. You could pin the dress on each side and then it 
wouldn't be 
flopping open and exposing your charms for every boy in the 
school to ogle. Would 
you like some safety pins to pin your skirt?" 

"Yes, please," the humiliated cheerleader answered meekly. 

"I happen to have some right here," he said. "But you're going 
to have to earn 
them. Why don't we change positions? I'll stand up, and you 
can kneel in front of 
me and see if you can figure out a way to earn your safety 
pins before the first 
bell rings. You have five minutes." 

The abused girl knew what he wanted, and decided it was best 
to get it over with. 
On her knees, she unzipped White's fly and pulled his cock out 
through the 
opening of his boxers. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips 
tightly around the 
swelling purple head and began to suck. She wrapped her 
fingers around the length 
of the shaft and began a gentle but insistent tugging motion, 
jacking him off 
while she blew him. 

"Oh, my, that is just excellent, Princess. You're getting to 
be really good at 
this. What a great little cock-sicker you've turned out to 
be!" Tiffany's face 
burned with shame, but she kept on sucking. Within a few 
minutes, she felt the 
principal's dickhead begin to swell, and she could taste the 
pre-cum oozing out 
onto her tongue. She sucked harder than ever as he started 
jamming his crotch 
forcefully into her face, shoving his cock deeper and deeper. 

"Swallow it all, Princess," he ordered, and suddenly his cum 
was exploding into 
her mouth. She dutifully kept her lips clamped around his 
cock, and allowed the 
gushes of cum to flow over her tongue and down her throat. Her 
swallowing caused 
her throat muscles to milk White's cock even more, until 
finally he was done. 

"Here are your safety pins," he said, handing her two small 
ones. Tiffany looked 
down to her sides, trying to figure out the best way to 
preserve her modesty, and 
finally decided to place each safety pin about half-way up 
each slit in her 
skirt. If she put them at the bottom, she figured, the entire 
slip would gap when 
she sat down, exposing more skin. But no matter what she did, 
she knew, she was 
in for a school day of far more exposure than she had had the 
day before. 

"On your way now, Princess," Principal White said as the first 
bell of the day 
rang. "And I want to see you back here in my office between 
every single class. 
Since Mrs. Milano isn't in, just walk on in. And if you miss a 
period, we'll see 
what we can do about making sure everybody sees that video 
we've been compiling. 
Maybe we can project it on the wall during halftime of the 
homecoming game!" he 
teased. 

Tiffany rushed off to first period, which unfortunately was 
algebra with Mr. 
Brown. As she walked quickly through the halls, all the 
students around her just 
stopped and stared. Tiffany Daniels, the most stuck-up 
cheerleader in school, was 
wearing a skirt so short it barely covered her ass, teetering 
on high heels, and 
nearly bursting out of a tight halter top that invited "JUST 
DO ME." "Whoa, 
Tiffany!" shouted a senior boy as she brushed past. "Even 
better than yesterday!" 
"Tiffany Tits!" yelled another, and everyone laughed. She 
flushed crimson, and 
kept moving, her ears ringing with their mockery. 

Finally she reached Mr. Brown's math class. and hurried to her 
seat. A boy in the 
back of the room whistled, and again everyone laughed. There 
was an excited 
murmur among the boys, and Tiffany knew they were all ogling 
her and talking 
about her. Their lustful gazes burned her exposed skin. Out of 
the corner of her 
eye, she saw several adjust their pants, and knew they had 
sprouted hard-ons. 
They were fantasizing about her! 

"Quite an entrance, Miss Daniels," Mr. Brown said with a smirk 
as the second bell 
rang. "Did you come to class today to participate or disrupt?" 


Damn him, thought Tiffany. He knows exactly what White has 
done, and he's just 
taunting me. And I can't say a thing against him. 

"To participate sir," she replied. 

"Very good, then. Class, open your books to Unit 8, quadratic 
equations, and Miss 
Daniels, you can do the first problem at the blackboard." 

The bastard, thought Tiffany. He's gonna play me like a fish. 
But she got up, 
wobbling slightly on her heels, and tugged her skirt down to 
cover her ass. The 
room was hushed as she walked to the board and began writing 
in chalk as Mr. 
Brown dictated a problem to her. 

She could hear the whispering, and feel the hot stares of the 
boys. She knew her 
ass was the focus of every thought in the room. At least her 
back was to them,. 
and they couldn't stare at her breasts. Her hand shook as she 
tried to follow 
what Mr. Brown was saying, and the formula she wrote on the 
board was a mess. She 
looked at it and didn't have the slightest idea how to solve 
it. 

"Go ahead, Miss Daniels," Brown said haughtily. Tiffany didn't 
move, and soon 
snickers were mixed in among the whispers. 

She heard a whisper from the back of the room, intentionally 
loud enough to reach 
her ears. "What's the square root of piece of ass?" one boy 
asked. "Speaking of 
root," said his friend, "I'd like to sink my root into that!" 

"That's enough, fellas," Mr. Brown said sternly, but he was 
smiling as he said 
it. "Miss Daniels, it appears your unusual attire today is 
distracting the class 
after all. Perhaps you'd better have a seat." Grateful, but 
totally humiliated, 
Tiffany sat back down. 

It seemed as if no time until the bell rang signalling the end 
of first period, 
and Tiffany marched glumly back to White's office, again 
through a chorus of 
catcalls from horny boys who now lined the halls, waiting to 
see the biggest cock 
tease in school in an outfit that made Victoria's Secret 
models look modest by 
comparison. White was waiting for her, and her stomach turned 
over when she saw 
he had the shears out. 

"Time for another alteration, Princess. How was math?" Tiffany 
just looked at the 
floor as White approached her, and moved around behind her. 
This time he grabbed 
the back of her tiny skirt and cut a slit all the way up the 
rear, exactly 
following the crack of her ass, all the way to the waistband. 
Her naked ass now 
hung out, completely exposed! 

She instinctively reached around behind herself to close the 
gaping skirt around 
her delicious young ass, but White reached out and smacked her 
hands away. "I 
kind of like you like that, Tiffany," he said, "and I'll bet 
the boys will, too. 
I wonder if there's anything we can do to help the situation?" 


Tiffany saw where the game was going. "Can I please have some 
more safety pins. 
sir?" she asked. 

"More than one?" White replied. "Goodness, I don't know about 
more than one. Can 
you earn more than one?" 

Not even knowing what he would ask, Tiffany knew that her only 
chance to survive 
this hellish day was to get out of his office with her skirt 
pinned rather than 
flapping wide open exposing her entire ass. "I'll earn them, 
Mr. White. What do 
you want?" 

"Gee, Princess, I just came an hour ago, and I'm not the young 
buck I used to be. 
I don't know if I'm quite ready to cum again. So it'll have to 
be something else. 
How about a little addition to our video, Toying With 
Tiffany?" He had been 
planning this all along, and quickly pulled out the digital 
camcorder. 

"I want you to look and speak directly into the camera, tell 
us your name, and 
then talk for a minute about what a slut you are. I want you 
to be nasty, and 
vulgar, and crude, but most of all creative, If I approve of 
the first take, you 
get safety pins. If I think you're being too coy, out you go 
into the hallways, 
bare-assed." 

The beleaguered teenager swallowed hard, knowing she had no 
choice. They already 
had so much on tape, what was one more minute? White swung the 
camcorder eyepiece 
to his eye, hit the record button, and Tiffany began. 

"Hello, my name is Tiffany Daniels." She paused, not knowing 
where to go. But she 
had to make herself, had to get those safety pins! "And, I'm, 
uh, uh, I'm a slut. 
I'm 16 years old and I uh, like to masturbate, and uh..." she 
trailed off. White 
shut the camcorder off. 

"Not good enough, Princess," he barked. "That bell is gonna 
ring in two minutes, 
and if I'm not happy, it's gonna be an interesting rest of the 
day for you. Now 
are you gonna do this little scene that's only for me and the 
boys, or are you 
gonna give the entire school a treat to remember? Now get 
nasty!" 

This was agony, Tiffany thought, but she steeled herself and 
started again. "My 
name is Tiffany Daniels, and I'm a slut," she said. "I like to 
masturbate. And I 
just got fucked in the ass for the first time. It happened 
last night. These four 
older men stripped me naked and laid me on a table and they 
took turns fucking my 
ass. I thought it was going to hurt but it didn't, except for 
this one guy, who I 
guess had a really big dick. And even with him, I had a really 
big orgasm." She 
did not even realize it, but she had become caught up in 
re-telling her story, 
and was hardly aware of what she saying. 

"And while they fucked me up the ass, some of the other guys 
made me lick their 
assholes. They called it a rim job. I thought it would be 
really gross, but it 
was OK. And I just had the best orgasms I've ever had in my 
life." 

She stopped. White lowered the camera. "Nice work, Princess," 
he said. "I think 
you earned your safety pins. Would you like to do them or 
should I?" 

Tiffany didn't want the older man fumbling with her skirt, but 
she remembered 
everything he had done so far, and it didn't seem so bad by 
comparison. And she 
knew she couldn't pin behind herself properly. So she asked 
White to pin the gap, 
and he did, one pin near the top and one near the bottom. 
There was still a 
slight gap in the skirt, and her ass crack was visible 
slightly, but it was much 
better than it had been. She hurried away, on to second 
period. 

"Tiffany Daniels!" snapped Mrs. Wolfe, her second period 
science teacher. "What 
is wrong with you girl?" Tiffany had walked into the science 
classroom and the 
elderly teacher had instantly turned on her. "I realize this 
school doesn't have 
uniforms, but we do have a dress code that states students 
must be modestly clad. 
I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but that outfit 
is not acceptable. 
Report to the principal's office immediately. 

The classroom snickered and guffawed. It was an entirely new 
batch of students, 
nearly all of them seeing Tiffany for the first time. She had 
tried to slink 
quietly into the room, but Mrs. Wolfe had called her up short. 


"Please, ma'am, I'm sorry, but please don't send me to the 
principal's office!" 
she pleaded. 

"I'm sorry, Tiffany, but your rear end is practically hanging 
out of that skirt." 
The boys in the class exploded with laughter, and several 
yelled "Hell yeah!" 

"And I won't even repeat that message on your, er, top. Have 
you lost your mind 
dressing like that? Now get to the principal's office at once, 
and don't come 
back until you are decent! No argument! Go!" Tiffany bowed her 
head in shame as 
the other students stamped and whistled, and slunk back to 
Principal White's 
office. 

"Why Tiffany, back so soon?" he asked in mock surprise. "You 
must enjoy coming 
here," he mocked. 

"Mrs. Wolfe sent me here," she said grimly. She hated this 
game. 

"Oh she did? Well, I'm not going to let you change into 
anything else, and Mrs. 
Wolfe won't let you back, so I guess you'll just have to stay 
here for the entire 
period." He grinned wickedly. 

"Unfortunately, I have other business to attend to. As much as 
I enjoy our little 
games, I still have a school to run. On the other hand, I 
don't want you at loose 
ends. Idle hands are the devil's playground, as I'm sure you 
know. So let's make 
sure your hands aren't idle. Go ahead and have a seat in my 
chair here, and put 
your feet up on my desk. That's a girl. Now spread 'em nice 
and wide. Wider. 
Wider. Come on, remember last night in the van? You can get 
your legs further 
apart than that. 

"There. Perfect." Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, 
completely exposing her 
naked pussy. "Now I want you to start masturbating. If you can 
get yourself off, 
be my guest, but please don't stain the leather seat with your 
secretions. You 
will masturbate for the entire period. I will close the door 
so you won't be 
bothered, but you're not allowed to lock it. I will come back 
at random times, 
and when I open the door, you'd better be in exactly this 
position, with your 
fingers in your crotch, playing with yourself. You got that, 
girl?" 

"Yes sir," Tiffany replied. At least he wasn't going to cut 
her clothes up 
anymore. 

She began to masturbate as the principal pulled the door to. 
At first she was 
just going through the motions, but soon the solitude, and the 
confusing memories 
of the sexual exploitation she was undergoing, and the 
orgasms, began to mess 
with her young mind, and she became aroused. Unable to help 
herself, she started 
thinking about the previous night, and what it had felt like 
to have a man's 
tongue probing her tender, virgin asshole. It had been so 
warm, so moist, so 
thrilling. She'd never imagined something so nasty could feel 
so good. Her 
fingers dug deep, and her little clit began to lift out from 
under its hood. She 
gasped as her fingertips made contact with the button, which 
had been worked over 
more in the past 24 hours than it had in her entire life. But 
the little clit 
loved it, and wanted more, and more, and more. 

Tiffany drifted, her naked legs splayed out obscenely on the 
principal's desk, 
her hands busy in her lap, bringing her closer and closer to 
another orgasm, when 
suddenly, the door to the office burst open. The girl looked 
up, expecting to see 
Roger White, and instead saw the Davis twins, Bret and Brian, 
standing in the 
doorway staring at her. 

"Whoa, dude, check it out," said one. Tiffany had no idea 
which was which. These 
were freshmen, beneath her contempt, nasty little boys. 
Normally she would have 
squashed them with a glance. 

"Hey, you're that Tiffany Daniels the cheerleader!" said the 
other. "Everybody's 
talking about what a slut you've become. What the fuck are you 
doing jerking off 
in the principal's office?" 

Tiffany quickly pulled her legs off the desk and tried to sit 
demurely in the 
chair, but she painfully aware of what the boys had seen, and 
could still see. 
"What the fuck are YOU doing here?" she screeched shrilly. 

"The principal told us to walk on in and wait for him," said 
one evil twin. "He 
must not have known you were sittin' in here playing with 
yourself. God, you're 
an even bigger slut than everyone says." 

"Can we see your pussy some more?" asked the other. 

"No!" Tiffany yelped. God, this was the worst thing yet! These 
wretched little 
boys had seen her masturbating and now they were going to tell 
the entire school! 
"Listen, this isn't what it looks like," she said frantically. 
"Principal White 
told me to come in here ..." she trailed off. She realized she 
couldn't tell them 
the truth, how she was being blackmailed, or they'd have an 
even bigger story to 
tell the school. 

"Oh yeah, right," said one Davis. "The principal told you to 
wait in his office, 
so you sat in his chair and started playing with your pussy. 
Makes sense to me!" 

"Please," pleaded the mortified teenager. "Please just go away 
and leave me 
alone." 

"Yeah, well, I guess we could. But he told us to wait here. So 
we can't. By the 
way, where did you get that cool halter. JUST DO ME. Is that, 
like, an invitation 
for guys to fuck you or something?" 

Tiffany was beyond mere hell. Just then Principal White walked 
in and took in the 
scene he had obviously set up. He smiled. Motherfucker, 
thought Tiffany. 

"Goodness gracious, I've got a full office," he said, 
pretending to be unaware of 
what was going on. I'm surprised to see you in here, Miss 
Daniels. I hope you 
weren't going through my files. Boys, I had intended to speak 
with you about your 
grades, but I guess I need to speak to Miss Daniels first 
about coming into my 
office. You go on back to class now." 

The twins grinned at each other. They didn't know what was up, 
but they knew they 
had just witnessed something that would spread like wildfire 
throughout the 
school, as soon as they got done telling every single guy they 
knew. Stephanie 
Daniels' big sister, the most stuck-up bitch in school! They'd 
seen her naked 
pussy! They trotted off, slowly, because of the boners they 
had sprung in their 
pants. 

"What a shame Mrs. Wolfe kicked you out of class, Princess," 
the principal said, 
continuing to toy with her. It's almost time for third period, 
though. Time for 
another modification for your outfit." 

"Oh God, please don't do this to me, please sir please," the 
poor girl begged. 
"I'll do anything. Please. I'll suck your dick again. I'll do 
the other guys. 
Anything. But don't make me go back out there." 

"Oh, you'll do anything we want anyway, Tiffany," he chortled. 
"Now stand up and 
take your medicine." He pulled out the shears and this time, 
instead of going for 
the dress, he inserted them in the front of her halter, right 
into her cleavage, 
and began carefully cutting downward. In seconds he reached 
the bottom, and the 
tiny top, which had been terribly stretched to begin with, 
parted. Her huge 
breasts sprang free, unfettered. 

"Oh my, you're really going to need a safety pin for that," he 
smiled. "I think 
one will do it, though." He reached out and pulled the halves 
together and ran 
the pin through them. They stayed closed, covering her bulging 
tits, but only 
barely. A full two inches of bare cleavage now shown through 
from the top of the 
halter to the bottom. She might as well have shown a spotlight 
on her tits and 
walked around screaming "Look at my tits, everybody!" 

"There you go, Tiffany. Time for third period. See you after 
class!" 

She had to do something. No way would she go to another class 
like this, her body 
screaming for every male in the school to ogle her, a walking 
target for teenaged 
lust. She ducked out of the principal's office, ran down the 
hall, her boobs 
bouncing so violently that they almost flew out of the halter, 
and ducked into 
the girls' restroom. She entered a stall and shut and locked 
the door. Safe. For 
a while, anyway. 

Tiffany spent the next period in the restroom, trying to 
remain calm. But soon 
the bell rang again, and she knew she had to go back to 
White's office. He was 
waiting, shears in hand. "How nice to see you, Princess," he 
said. "I have good 
news for you. This will be the last cut." And he put the 
shears at the front of 
her skirt and sliced neatly upward, halving the mini right in 
front of her naked 
pussy. 

"I have to confess, I'm running out of ideas for tormenting 
you, and that's 
unlike me," he said. "It's not pity, mind you, but for now, 
here, take the safety 
pin and pin that front together. What's your next period, by 
the way?" 

"Lunch," Tiffany said without thinking. 

"That should be interesting," White replied. "I'll come in to 
the lunch room and 
check up on you. I wouldn't want you to skip and, say, hide in 
a bathroom or 
anything. Off you go now." 

And Tiffany, beaten, left the office. Even when the outfit had 
been intact it had 
been provocative beyond belief. Now, with the slits exposing 
her all over, she 
was a walking exhibitionist. She tried to shuffle to keep her 
skirt from gapping 
and exposing her bare ass and pussy, but it did little good. 
She headed for the 
lunch room, which was filled with students. 


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CHAPTER 11 

THE ONE WITH THE QUICKER PICKER-UPPER 

"Vanity of vanities, all is vanities," says the Bible, and if 
ever there had been 
a girl full of vanity, it had been Tiffany Daniels. But never 
had there been a 
girl in the history of Godfrey Daniels High School brought so 
low from such a 
height. Only a few days ago, she had been queen of the school, 
a cheerleader, 
dead ringer for Anna Kournikova, rich bitch driving her Miata 
and going to the 
tanning salon, hanging at the country club. Her daddy was rich 
and her mama was 
good-lookin', and Tiffany Daniels was both. 

Technically, all that was still true, but the games that 
Principal White and the 
others were playing with young Tiffany had changed her image 
drastically. Now she 
was walking toward the cafeteria in her black high heels, the 
ones so high they 
made her walk like a cheap whore trolling for tricks, her 
pelvis rolling as if it 
was mounted on greased ball bearings. The halter they had made 
her wear, 
advertising JUST DO ME, was ripped down the middle and barely 
held together by a 
single safety pin; her gorgeous teenaged tits threatened to 
spill out with every 
step she took. Her black Spandex micro-mini just barely 
covered her bare pussy 
and ass cheeks, and had been sliced all the way up on both 
sides, as well as 
front and back. 

The effect was almost worse than being actually naked, as it 
was so grotesque to 
the normally prim girl. Her mind was a swirling vortex of 
shame, humiliation and 
anxiety as she approached the cafeteria. It was the very room 
where she had been 
fucked up the ass just the night before, and had licked the 
janitor's asshole, 
and had come over and over, but she wasn't going to think 
about that now. She 
really wasn't, she thought. 

She stopped outside, and took a deep breath. There was only 
way she would survive 
this, she told herself. She must remember who she was. She was 
a Daniels Ñ her 
grandfather had founded this school, her father was a wealthy 
businessman about 
to be elected to the City Council. Every boy wanted to fuck 
her, and every girl 
wanted to be her. But none could. 

She would brazen it out, she decided. Her teachers might have 
the upper hand over 
her, but these were mere students, none of them good enough to 
wipe her ass, she 
told herself. She squared her shoulders, stood up straight, 
and forced her face 
into its usual gaze of haughty condescension. And walked into 
the cafeteria. 

The usual clamor assaulted her, of 400 students talking at 
once. But as her heels 
clicked across the linoleum, she noticed the room getting 
quieter. Conversations 
continued, but in a low buzz, and she could tell, by all the 
faces looking at 
her, that the buzz was about her, and the way she was dressed. 


An outrageous wolf whistle sounded from somewhere, breaking 
the tension, and 
everyone laughed nervously. Tiffany tried to ignore and 
gathered her usual lunch, 
a veggie wrap, yogurt and a bottled water on a tray, paid for 
it, and looked for 
a place to sit. She saw a table of her fellow cheerleaders Ñ 
Marla, Brittany, 
Suzy Ñ with an empty seat, and even though the table was in 
the middle of the 
room, she wanted so badly to be among friends who wouldn't 
mock that she walked 
over and sat down. 

"Jesus, Tiffers," exclaimed Brittany, "What is, like, the 
deal? Halloween is so 
over. 

"Hello to you too, Britt," she replied. "I don't have a 
problem if you don't." 
She was still trying to bluff her way through. 

"Yeah, but come on!" said Marla, a perky redhead. "What is 
with you? Everybody is 
talking about the way you've been dressing the last two days, 
like some kind of, 
like, whore or something. I mean, that dress is all ripped, 
but even if it 
wasn't, you can practically see your butt!" 

Tiffany was painfully aware that the conversations at several 
nearby tables had 
ceased as the < < CENSORED > > tried to eavesdrop on the 
cheerleaders' conversation. She had 
to just plow ahead. 

"Why is everybody ragging me about the way I'm dressed?" she 
demanded, trying to 
take the offensive. "I can dress however I want to! I don't 
follow fashion 
trends, I start them!" 

"But Tiffers," Brittany squeaked, still not buying it. But 
before she could 
finish, a blast of music roared forth from across the room. At 
first it was hard 
to tell what it was or where it was coming from, but as 
Tiffany looked around 
frantically she could see it was a table of several football 
players, not the 
cute ones that she sometimes dated, but the big ugly grunts 
who played lineman 
and rarely got the good-looking girls. 

"I met a babe in a backseat drive-in/ 

Back in the saddle she'd sit/ 

Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin'/ 

She loved to chomp at the bit." 

Tiffany didn't know the lascivious song, but the boys all did: 
"Cheese Cake" by 
Aerosmith, a dirty little ditty by a dirty little band. 

The songs was apparently being played on a portable CD boom 
box, which was 
strictly forbidden on school grounds. Tiffany looked around 
for the cafeteria 
monitor who would make them turn it off, and spotted him: Mr. 
Green, her damned 
English teacher and one of the men who was abusing her. He was 
standing against a 
wall, smiling, arms folded, tapping his foot in time to the 
music. Although the 
boys were violating the rules, he made no move to stop them. 

"Daddy do it, ooh, just do it/ 

Daddy do it, please let me see/ 

Do it, please just do it daddy/ 

Do it, do it, drivin' me crazy." 

As Steven Tyler sang, one of the beefy boys climbed up on his 
lunch table. At 
least, thought the embarrassed cheerleader, the students were 
now all looking at 
him instead of at her. But then he pulled his T-shirt up to 
the middle of his 
ribcage, imitating her halter top. He reached under the shirt 
with both hands and 
with a mighty heave he ripped it in half down the middle, just 
as Tiffany's 
halter was ripped. He looked right at her and grinned and 
stuck out his tongue 
and wiggled it obscenely, and the place went completely nuts, 
as if Aerosmith 
themselves had just appeared in their midst to perform for 
free. They were 
cheering her degradation, Tiffany knew, and there was nothing 
she could do about 
it. 

"She always walks with her eyes down on her bootlace/ 

She lives to give it away/ 

She don't believe in the right time or the wrong place/ 

She's always liable to say/ 

Cheese cake, looser than her sister/ 

Cheese cake, mmm, her sugar gets me high/ 

She knows I can't resist her (cheese cake)/ 

Got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)." 

The brutish lineman did a bump and grind, waggling his pelvis, 
and everybody 
roared with laughter as Tyler's voice boomed out. Green 
continued to do nothing 
about the scene. 

The moment the song stopped, Tiffany heard a loud splash, and 
realized it was 
right beside her. She whirled away from watching the football 
player, and saw, 
out of the corner of her eye, Old Joe the janitor hovering 
near her. Brittany was 
standing up and shrieking, "Ohmigod, ohmigod, you knocked over 
my Coke, you 
clumsy oaf!" Brittany's enormous cup of Coke was laying on the 
floor, ice and 
cola flowing everywhere. Some of it had splashed onto 
Brittany's and Tiffany's 
ankles, as well as Joe's. 

"Oh ma'am, I am so sorry, I really am," Old Joe said, taking 
on the subservient 
tone he was well-known for, one that bordered on a Stepin 
Fetchit parody. But 
Tiffany knew the man better, knew what he was capable of. 
Briefly, she flashed on 
last night, when he had been the last to fuck her up the ass, 
the one with the 
biggest cock, and the one who gave her an orgasm that still 
made her tremble, 
even as a memory. 

Old Joe's voice was obsequious, but his eyes glittered with 
hardness, Tiffany 
noticed for the first time. 

"You idiot!" Brittany was still shrieking. 

"I apologize, miss, I surely do," Joe said. "I wish I could 
clean it up, but my 
back went out this morning, and I can't bend down for nothing. 
Would one of you 
girls do me a big favor and clean this up for me?" 

The cheerleaders all looked at him as if he were insane. Old 
Joe the janitor was 
asking them, the cheerleaders, to get down on their hands and 
knees in the middle 
of the cafeteria and clean up a spilled Coke? As if!! 

"It's a little thing to ask," Joe said. "How 'bout you, Miss 
Daniels. Would you 
do this for me?" he asked. "'Scuse me a minute, girls, while I 
talk privately to 
Miss Daniels here." 

He loaned over so that his mouth was close to Tiffany's ear, 
and only she could 
hear. He whispered, harshly. "Cunt, if you're not down on your 
hands and knees in 
10 seconds getting this floor spotless, tonight we're gonna 
take turns on you, 
and we're gonna fuck you with my mop handle. How far up do you 
think we can make 
it go if we push reeeeeeal hard?" he hissed. 

Tiffany flushed with anger. Goddamn it, they had trapped her 
again. She had no 
choice.. She got up out of her chair as her friends all 
started babbling. "Jeez, 
Tiff, what are you doing? You don't have to clean up that 
mess. He knocked it 
over, it's his fault, let him do it." 

Joe pulled a large rag, almost as big as a towel, out of his 
pocket and handed it 
to Tiffany. She bent down, and realized the only way to clean 
the floor was to be 
on her hands and knees. She knelt with the rag, which was dry 
but very dirty, and 
began to mop up the spilled soda. 

Within seconds, she realized the sight she presented. Bending 
over on her hands 
and knees caused the skimpy halter to hang away from her 
chest, and the better 
parts of her tits were in full view. If someone were standing 
above and in front 
of her, they could see right down her front almost to her 
nipples. The rear view 
was even worse, she knew. Because her skirt had been split 
right up the ass 
crack, then pinned back together, and because the skirt was so 
tight, the bending 
of her ass caused the skirt to pull apart, exposing the crack 
of her ass 
completely. With no underwear, she was showing off her booty 
to the entire lunch 
room. 

Still, Joe's threat was real. She had no doubt the men would 
fuck her with the 
mop handle if she refused to cooperate. Or worse. They had 
told her they expected 
full obedience of everything they told her to do, or she would 
end up being video 
fodder for the perverted Dr. Wu. All she could do was mop up 
the Coke, and do it 
quickly. 

But even though she was working fast, rubbing at the Coke for 
all she was worth, 
there was so much of it all over the floor. And many of the 
boys, realizing the 
position she was in, had decided that subtlety was for wimps, 
and they wanted a 
good look. A couple dozen boys had stood up behind Tiffany, 
and several more had 
walked over, so that there was a good-sized mob of teenaged 
boys all gathered 
behind her, staring at the fine crack of her young ass, and at 
the rounded globes 
as they pressed on the tight Spandex of the skirt. Another 
crowd of youngsters 
had gathered in front of Tiffany, ogling her tits. The two 
groups gawked, and 
laughed and pointed. Elbows nudged ribs, guys jockeyed for a 
better view, and 
teen dicks started stiffening inside jeans. 

"Ohmigod, Tiff, what do you think you're doing?" Marla called 
to her. "You are 
putting on such a show. You don't have to do this. Get up, 
girl! Show some 
self-respect." 

But Tiffany's self-respect, once an armor she had worn with 
pride, was now in 
tatters. 

And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the 
Aerosmith song started 
again. They had only pushed pause on the CD player, and there 
was more to sing 
about still: 

" Cheese cake! Sneakin' out the back door/ 

Cheese cake! Rollin' down the lawn/ 

Everybody's kissed her (cheese cake!) 

At the crack of dawn!" 

Tiffany scrubbed at the soda, slowly soaking it up into the 
dirty rag. The crowds 
of boys grew and grew, and they hooted at the richest, 
prettiest girl in school 
down on her hands and knees with her ass and tits showing. A 
rubber band was shot 
out of the crowd and smacked her right on her naked butt crack 
and she flinched, 
but refused to look around at whoever had shot it. She was 
focused intently on 
getting through the outrage and getting this day over with. 

Mr. Green walked over, finally. "Is everything OK here?" he 
asked blithely. 

"This nice girl is helping me with a spill," Old Joe 
explained, winking at his 
co-conspirator. "I just don't know what I'd do without her." 

"Why Tiffany Daniels, I'm pleasantly surprised," Mr. Green 
said in a voice louder 
than it needed to be. "You used to have a reputation for being 
stuck up, but here 
you are down on your hands and knees mopping up Coke, helping 
our janitor. Good 
for you!" 

The students all guffawed at this. Tiffany grit her teeth and 
didn't say 
anything, but her face was crimson with embarrassment and her 
skin burned with 
shame. 

"I hope I'm not out of line here, but this kind of sacrifice 
deserves to be 
honored," Mr. Green said with fake sincerity. "Why don't we 
all give Tiffany a 
hand?" He began to clap, and the students joined in. The 
applause rose, louder 
and louder, echoing off the lunchroom walls. It was supposedly 
for her doing a 
good deed, but Tiffany knew they were all really applauding 
the spectacle of her 
near-nudity, her position of submission at the feet of the 
janitor, the sudden 
and drastic change in her image from prim and proper to 
dressed-to-thrill. 

Tiffany had always craved the spotlight, but only when she was 
in control. Now 
she no longer was. It seemed to her as if everyone else in the 
school was above 
her, putting her down. She had never felt so low. 

Of course, she hadn't gotten to Homecoming yet. 


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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:14 am Post subject:  



CHAPTER 12 

THE ONE WITH THE SPECIAL HALF-TIME SHOW 

The next morning was beautiful as Tiffany drove her < < 
CENSORED > > sister Stephanie to 
school through the suburban streets of Beverly, Texas. It was 
Friday, and tonight 
was the big homecoming game, something that Tiffany had been 
looking forward to 
for the entire school year. Until this last week, though, when 
the four sadistic 
older men had embarked on their campaign to blackmail, abuse, 
degrade and 
humiliate the lovely 16- year-old. Now she dreaded the game, 
wondering what sort 
of torment they would dream up to shame her even further. 

She was lost in her own dark musings when Stephanie spoke up. 
"I hate to bring 
this up again, Tiff, but you know yesterday, in the cafeteria? 
People said you 
were even worse than the day before! I told em that when we 
went to school you 
were just wearing jeans and a T-shirt like you always do, but 
I heard from 
bunches of people that at lunchtime you were dressed in this 
really whorey 
looking black skirt that was all cut up and held together with 
safety pins, and 
you were down on your hands and knees on the floor and guys 
were staring at you 
and laughing." 

Tiffany wanted so badly to tell her innocent young sister the 
truth, the awful 
truth about what bastards men could be, and the unspeakable 
predicament she was 
in. But she knew that telling Stephanie would somehow put the 
girl in danger 
also. She had to lie. 

"Yeah, that was a little but out there, I have to admit," 
Tiffany said. "I'm kind 
of embarrassed about it now. I guess it seemed like a good 
idea at the time." She 
stopped, hoping that would end Stephanie's questions. 

An embarrassed silence fell over the girls. Tiffany felt that 
her sister wanted 
to talk further, but that it would be rude to question an 
older sibling, and one 
who was so beautiful and popular. 

Added to that was the conflict raging within Tiffany. It's the 
dirty little 
secret of nearly every cheerleader that there is a bit of the 
exhibitionist 
lurking somewhere within. Most cheerleaders, and certainly 
Tiffany, don't get off 
on the thought of all those hormone-driven teenaged boys 
fantasizing about 
fucking them, and all the middle-aged pervs in the crowd 
staring at their 
panty-covered crotches and thinking evil thoughts. But to be a 
cheerleader, to 
prance about in front of crowds in a tight sweater and a 
short, flippy skirt, 
exposing your bare legs and your underpants, there has to be a 
small part that 
enjoys it. And that was certainly the case with Tiffany. 
Normally she felt as if 
she were operating from a position of power Ñ this was her 
nubile young body, and 
nobody could touch her unless she said it was OK. 

But the events of the past week had reversed that, and Tiffany 
was confused. In 
some ways, her tormentors had just taken her love of being 
looked at and 
amplified it far beyond her wildest dreams. Her name was on 
everyone's lips at 
Daniels High School, the image of her slutty outfits and 
bizarre behavior the 
talk of every classroom and bus stop. The part of her that 
craved the spotlight 
secretly loved all that, even as she was mortified by the 
stunts she had been 
forced to pull in recent days. 

And then there were the orgasms. Although she had masturbated 
a few times and 
petted a little with boys her age, she had never cum the way 
she had the other 
night when the men were fucking her ass in the cafeteria, or 
the way she had in 
her bedroom crushing the ants with the big dildo. What was 
happening to her? Was 
she secretly a slut who had just been liberated, or was she 
still just a normal 
teenaged girl? 

As she pondered all that, she pulled the Miata into the 
parking lot, kissed 
Stephanie on the cheek goodbye, and trudged to her first stop 
of the day: 
Principal White's office. 

Today wasn't just any day, though. It was Homecoming, the Big 
Game. Cheerleaders 
always wore their uniforms on game day out of school 
tradition, and even with all 
Tiffany had been though, she had worn hers. The tight white 
sweater with the big 
gold letter D clung to her shapely chest, and the pleated gold 
skirt swirled 
around her lovely tanned legs as she walked into Principal 
White's office. 

"Shut the door, Princess," he ordered. She complied. 

"Well, well. Homecoming," he began. "Big night for you and 
your little friends, 
eh? I suppose you're wondering what's in store?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Well, me and the boys decided to let you have a day off. Not 
completely, but 
almost. We want you to save your strength and focus for the 
game, to be able to 
help our players on to victory. And I'm sure you'll be able to 
help them." 

Tiffany had no idea what he was getting at, but had heard the 
"day off" part and 
focused on that, hopefully. 

"Whatever you say, sir," she said. It was best to wait and see 
where it was 
going. 

"Take off your knickers, Tiffany," he said. The youngster 
reached under her short 
skirt with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles, 
where she stepped out 
of them. She bent and picked them up from the floor. 

White took the white underpants from her hand and laid them 
out on his desk. He 
pulled out a big black laundry marker and wrote across the 
crotch of the knickers 
in large letters "FUCK ME." Then he flipped them over, and 
across the ass he 
wrote "SPANK ME." He handed them back and told her to put them 
on. 

Tiffany's heart sank. Was this his idea of a day off? Wearing 
knickers all day 
under a short skirt, worried that ay any moment a breeze could 
expose them, or a 
careless drink of water at the fountain. 

"Aww, come on, Princess," he joshed. "It's not so bad. It's 
not like I'm gonna 
fuck you up the ass or anything. Then again, you kinda liked 
that, didn't you? 
Maybe you're disappointed cause you wanted to be fucked up the 
bunghole again. 
Maybe it was the Joe Black dick that got you over the top. 
Hmm?" 

"No sir," she said, staring at the carpet and blushing, 
because he was close to 
the truth. "May I go now?" 

"Sure, Tiffany. See you at the game tonight." 

Compared to what she had endured over the last two days, 
Homecoming Day wasn't 
that bad. She was back in her cheerleading uniform, and that 
helped Tiffany feel 
in control. In class, other students would whisper and dart 
their eyes at her, 
and sometimes giggle or guffaw, but there wasn't any outright 
harassment. Even in 
the lunchroom, the scene of her humiliation the previous day, 
she sat with her 
buddies and ate in peace. Everyone seemed focused on the big 
game coming up. 

And before she knew it, it was game time. 7:30, and the 
gymnasium was packed. 
Daniels High School students in one set of bleachers, and 
facing them, the 
students of Jefferson High School, for what was sometimes 
referred to as the 
annual Jeff-Daniels Game. Tiffany took the floor with Marla, 
Brittany, Suzy and 
the rest of the squad and they started their routines: high 
kicks, spins, back 
flips, cheers, as the basketball warmed up by shooting baskets 
and following 
lay-ups. 

As the girls formed a chorus line and kicked in rhythm to the 
band's music, 
Tiffany saw the students in the front few rows begin to point 
at her and nudge 
one another. Damn! She had managed to forget that FUCK ME was 
written across the 
front of her knickers in big black letters. Every time she 
kicked, she was showing 
it off to the boys. Soon the whispers began to spread through 
the Daniels crowd, 
and more and more teenaged boys moved down close to be able to 
see. 

Tiffany scanned the crowd nervously, and saw one man who 
wasn't moving down: Mr. 
Green, who sat about half-way up with the camcorder held to 
his eye. He was 
aiming it right at her. It was very common to see high school 
parents in the 
bleachers with camcorders, videotaping their sons on the 
basketball floor, but 
Tiffany knew that Mr. Green wasn't taping the game. He 
probably had the zoom lens 
cranked up all the way, she thought, and was zeroing in on her 
pussy and the bold 
advertisement that was printed there. Just more for their 
little collection, she 
thought bitterly. 

The first half of the game went quickly, with Tiffany and the 
other cheerleaders 
taking the floor occasionally during time-outs. After one 
flip, the hem of 
Tiffany's short cheerleading skirt rode up and accidentally 
clung to the top of 
her knickers, exposing her delectable cotton-clad 16-year-old 
bottom and the words 
SPANK ME printed there. She blushed furiously and quickly 
pulled it back down, 
holding it there with her hands. She didn't know how many had 
noticed, but surely 
some of the horny boys, who were not even watching the game 
any more, had seen. 

The whistle blew, signalling the end of the first half. 
Tiffany looked toward one 
end of the gymnasium and was shocked to see Principal White 
standing there, his 
back to one concrete-block wall, talking with Stephanie, her 
14-year-old sister. 
White caught the cheerleader's eye and gave her a hand signal 
to come over. 
Tiffany obeyed, her stomach sinking. The torment and abuse of 
her was bad enough, 
but she had to keep Stephanie away from these predators no 
matter what. 

"Hello, Miss Daniels," the principal said in almost courtly 
way, his voice of 
free of sarcasm. "I was just talking to your sister here, whom 
I've barely had a 
chance to get to know." His words seemed so innocent on the 
surface, but Tiffany 
knew there was great potential for evil lurking somewhere 
within them. 

"I need a favor, Miss Daniels. You know Old Joe, the janitor? 
His back is still 
bothering him and he asked if you'd help him out for a few 
minutes. While you do, 
I'll just visit with Stephanie here for a few more minutes. 
I'm sure you'll be 
back for the second half." His eyes were clear and pure, 
devoid of malice, but 
Tiffany got the message: Obey me, or Stephanie becomes part of 
the game as well. 

She left the gym and found Old Joe standing right outside the 
doors. To Tiffany's 
surprise, he was dressed in a snazzy suit rather than his 
janitor's uniform. He 
motioned her to step back into a stairwell. 

"So you saw that Mr. White is talking to Stephanie, Princess? 
I'm only going to 
explain this one time, so you better listen closely. If you 
don't follow every 
instruction perfectly, we're going to take a trip to Dr. Wu 
tonight to make one 
of those special videos. Not just you, but you and Stephanie 
as well. Dr. Wu 
tells us he's getting impatient, and so are his friends, for a 
little tender teen 
flesh to abuse. Do you remember the little talk the other 
night about how Dr. Wu 
treats teen meat like you and your sister? Of course you do. 
So you're going to 
obey, right." 

Tiffany swallowed hard, and nodded. She had to keep her sister 
safe. She would do 
anything to keep Stephanie out of trouble. 

"It seems that both the coach and the assistant coach from 
Jefferson had their 
cars stolen from our parking lot during the first half," Black 
continued. 
"They've just been told, and they're out in the parking lot 
now talking to the 
police. They'll probably be gone about 15 minutes. That means 
the Jefferson boys 
team is in their locker room, with no adult supervision. You 
and I are going to 
go in their now. I'm just going to stand over in a corner, 
keeping an eye on 
things. It's going to be your show, Princess, your special 
half-time show. You'll 
do all the talking. If I don't feel as if your performance is 
exactly what me and 
the fellas have in mind, I have a cell phone, and Mr. White 
has a beeper. I'll 
just dial the beeper, and Mr. White will leave right then with 
Stephanie and take 
her to Dr. Wu's. You will join her there later. If she has an 
hour's head start 
on you, though, she's likely to be in pretty bad shape by the 
time you show up. 
You with me so far? 

Tiffany nodded. "I have no choice," she told herself over and 
over. "I'm their 
slave. I have no will. I have to do what they tell me to." 

Joe told her what he wanted her to do, and together they 
entered the visiting 
team's locker room. The noise hit the lovely teenager like a 
tidal wave - the 
sound of 14 teenaged boys pumped up on testosterone and 
adrenaline, left without 
adult supervision. Some were yelling, some were snapping 
towels, others were 
laughing. They all fell silent as soon as they noticed Tiffany 
and Joe Black. As 
he had promised, Joe faded into a corner, leaving poor Tiffany 
standing alone in 
the middle of the locker room. She had never felt so 
vulnerable and alone. 

She took a deep breath, told herself she had no choice, she 
would do this to save 
her sister. She forced a seductive smile onto her face. 

"Hi boys. Would anyone like a blowjob?" 

The room instantly erupted again with hoots, laughs, rebel 
yells, screams of 
"Fuck yeah!" Several of the boys advanced toward the 
cheerleader. 

She raised a hand. She had to keep some control or she would 
be gang-raped. What 
she was about to do would be bad enough. 

"Hold on, boys," she called out. "Settle down. My name if 
Tiffany, and as you can 
see, I'm one of the cheerleaders at Daniels. I heard your 
coaches weren't here, 
so I came over to offer a little oral relief to y'all. But if 
y'all are gonna get 
out of hand, I'm just gonna have to leave." She was following 
the script that Old 
Joe had outlined to her. 

"Now everybody knows there's a pecking order, so we're gonna 
have ourselves a 
pecker order. I'll blow as many of you as I can, beginning 
with the starting 
lineup. I hope I'll have time to get to the substitutes as 
well, but I can give 
them hand jobs while I blow the starters. So I can take on 
three guys at one time 
- one in my mouth and one in each hand. Everyone will have to 
cum as quickly as 
he can so the guys who are waiting can have a shot." 

"What the fuck is this about?" shouted one Jefferson player. 

"Just a little Daniels hospitality," Tiffany answered. "Plus I 
really like the 
taste of cum, and love to have a big old cock spurting into my 
hot little mouth." 

"Who's the black guy?" another yelled. 

"Don't mind me," said Joe. "I'm just the little lady's escort. 
Now you guys gonna 
stand around and ask questions, or is somebody gonna get this 
girl a towel to 
kneel down on so she can start sucking some cock?" 

All the boys started moving and yelling again, many of them 
"Me first!" and 
"Dibs!" Instantly a towel appeared and was laid down on the 
cold concrete floor, 
and Tiffany kneeled down. No sooner had she assumed the 
position than she was 
presented with the crotch of the team's starting center, a 
huge black teenager 
whose dick was already halfway hard. She opened her sweet 
young mouth and closed 
her lips around the thick purple head and began to suck. 

Mere seconds had gone by when she felt both her hands being 
raised up. She was 
vaguely aware that two other teens were now standing on either 
side of her, then 
shorts and jock straps down around their ankles just like the 
center she was 
blowing. Each of her hands had a hard-on stuffed into it, and 
she dutifully 
wrapped her fingers around each shaft and began a pumping 
motion back and forth. 

"Oh, fuck, this is unbelievable," yelled a boy who was getting 
a hand-job. "Jack 
me off, you little whore-dog!" 

"What a slut! What a whore!" the mob of boys yelled. The 
center took his large 
meaty hands and put them on either side of Tiffany's beautiful 
face and began to 
face-fuck the girl, pushing his large cock in and out of her 
mouth, which made a 
series of rhythmic slurping sounds. She could smell his heavy 
sweaty smell, could 
feel his large balls, loose in his scrotum, banging against 
her chin repeatedly 
as he fucked her mouth. 

Jesus Fucking Christ I'm gonna cum in this slut's mouth!" the 
boy suddenly 
bellowed, and as Tiffany felt his cockhead swell up in her 
mouth, he erupted. 
Gush after gush of hit salty semen poured into her young 
mouth, and she swallowed 
frantically to get it all down. 

"Me next!" hollered a guard, and pushed the center out of the 
way before his dick 
had even begun to soften. Tiffany felt the first cock pop out 
of her mouth, only 
to be replaced by a second erection, this one pink and thick, 
but also tasting of 
sweat. She started to suck again, when suddenly her left cheek 
was hit with a 
huge gob of ejaculate. 

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" grunted the boy on her left as she pumped 
his cock into her 
fist. He was spewing his sperm all over the side of her face. 
She was disgusted, 
but knew she didn't have time to stop and wipe it off. She had 
been ordered to 
get all 14 boys off in 15 minutes, and knew she would have to 
work like mad to 
accomplish her task. Fortunately, she knew, they were teenaged 
boys, and could 
cum quickly. The sticky sperm dripped down her cheek and 
rounder her jawline, 
just as the boy on her right exploded in orgasm. His cum hit 
her in the right 
eye, temporarily blinding her, and continued shooting out of 
his dick, coating 
her face. 

"Man, you're cummin' all over the cheerleader cunt's face!" 
yelled a player. 
"This is sooo fuckin cool!" The room erupted in cheers. 

As the cheers echoed off the tile walls, the second player 
erupted into Tiffany's 
mouth. He seemed to have even more sperm than the first guy, 
and she gagged 
slightly as wave after wave filled her mouth. Half- blinded by 
the sperm in one 
eye, she groped out with her fingers and found two more naked 
erections, 
throbbing with adolescent lust. She began to pump both of 
them, her fingers slick 
with the semen of the first two boys. 

The time passed quickly. Tiffany did not even have the time to 
consider the image 
she presented, one of unspeakable depravity and nastiness. A 
beautiful 
16-year-old girl, on her knees in a boy's locker room, dressed 
in the opposing 
team's cheerleading uniform, surrounded by panting, cheering, 
swearing, rutting 
boys, all with the shorts and jock straps pulled down to their 
knees or their 
ankles, their erections bobbing angrily in the humid locker 
room air. 

Another blast of boy-cum hit Tiffany's other eye, and as the 
boy spewed his seed, 
some went into her thick wavy blonde hair as well. It barely 
registered, because 
yet another player was cumming in her mouth, jamming his cock 
forward so hard 
that it banged against the back of her throat. Tiffany's gag 
reflex kicked in, 
but the muscle action of her gag reflex just milked the boy's 
cock all the 
harder. 

They came on her hair. They came in her face. Their sperm 
sealed her eyes shut 
and coated her cheeks. Thick globs of semen dripped down her 
chin and fell on the 
large gold D on her chest. Her tongue felt thick from the 
semen that had flooded 
over it again and again, and her jaw ached terribly from 
having her mouth open 
and stuffed with cock so much. 

Tiffany Daniels had become a mindless blowjob and handjob 
machine. To the 
Jefferson basketball team, she might as well have been some 
inflatable love doll, 
or a piece of meat. They used her, they called her names, they 
laughed joyfully 
as they watched the mask of sperm get thicker and thicker on 
her face. It was the 
most un-fucking-believable thing that had ever happened to 
them - to have a 
cheerleader from the opposing team walk into their locker room 
at half-time and 
give everybody blowjobs and handjobs! 

Cock after cock after cock assaulted the willing, kneeling 
victim. She had 
stopped thinking about what she was doing, what was happening 
to her, the shame 
and humiliation she had felt at first. If the boys viewed her 
as a machine, 
that's how she viewed herself as well - a robot with no 
purpose except to extract 
the seed of 14 young men in a specific time. 

She was surprised when she heard Old Joe's voice in her ear. 
"That's it, babe," 
he told her. "Let's get out of here." Tiffany realized that 
the last boy's cock 
had cum in her mouth, that she was done. She had taken seven 
loads of sperm in 
her mouth, all of them massive, because unbeknownst to her, 
the Jefferson coach 
had forbid his players to have sex or even to masturbate for 
five days before the 
game. The boys had obeyed him, so that each had built up a 
huge load. Tiffany's 
stomach gurgled with nausea. She wondered weakly how much 
sperm was sloshing 
around in her stomach. 

In addition to the cum in her stomach, her face was a mask of 
white; eight boys 
had come on her face while she was jacking them off. 

"Hey, you want to come back after the game?" called one boy. 
"We could all shower 
together!" The room exploded with whoops and high-fives. 
Tiffany was now moving 
out of her trance-like, robotic state, returning to the real 
Tiffany Daniels, and 
she flushed at the boy's comment. The humiliation of what she 
had done washed 
over her. 

"Let's get you to a restroom, Princess," Old Joe told her. 
"You done good, but 
the second half's about to start, and you can't go back out 
there like that." 
Tiffany nodded, numb from what she had endured over the past 
quarter-hour. Joe 
led her from the room of goggle-eyed boys, some of whom were 
not pulling up their 
shorts and getting ready to go back out on court for the 
second half. 

That half passed in a blur for young Tiffany. She knew she was 
out on the court 
between Brittany and Marla, going through the motions. At one 
point Marla had 
even leaned over and asked "What's that in your ear, Tiffers?" 
Tiffany had stuck 
a finger in her ear and pulled out a small gobbet of sperm 
that she had missed 
while washing off the mask of cum. 

She was vaguely aware that the Jefferson team, which had been 
up by 10 points at 
the half, played the second half as if they had 10-pound 
weights strapped to 
their ankles. They couldn't shoot, couldn't rebound, could 
barely even focus. 
They grinned at one another as they jogged lazily up the court 
while their coach 
screamed at them from the sidelines, wondering what had 
happened to his team. 
Occasionally one would glance over at Tiffany and give her a 
thumbs-up and a big 
grin. 

Tiffany never noticed. Her mouth still tasted like sperm, her 
tongue ached, her 
jaw ached, her hands ached. She knew what she had done, what 
she had been forced 
to do, and her whole being ached with the shame of it. 

But at least she had kept Stephanie safe, she thought. That 
was her consolation. 


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CHAPTER 13 

THE ONE WHERE THE TORCH IS PASSED 

Over the weekend following the Homecoming game 
Friday night, Tiffany tried to recover. The harder she sought 
to put the events 
of half-time in the visiting team's locker room out of her 
mind, though, the more 
they stuck with her. She had been horribly assaulted, used as 
if she were a 
common whore or a plastic sex doll, sodomized against her will 
by 14 boys! 

And yet, she knew, it did not appear that way to the boys of 
Jefferson High's 
varsity basketball team. To them, they had been minding their 
own business when 
the most gorgeous beauty they had ever seen, a cheerleader for 
the home team no 
less, had flounced into their locker room and announced free 
blowjobs and 
handjobs for everybody! She had done it willingly, in their 
eyes, and this 
injustice burned at young Tiffany as surely as their hot semen 
had burned being 
pumped down her throat by the cupload. 

As bad as the indignity and public humiliation was, however, 
Tiffany gnawed on an 
even worse fear: What if one of the guys from Jefferson told 
one of the guys from 
Daniels about what had happened? Word of such an incident 
would spread like 
wildfire through the school, and her debasement would be 
complete. She just had 
to pray that over the weekend no one from the Jefferson 
basketball team had 
bumped into a member of the Daniels High team. 

Her prayers were not answered, she found, on Monday morning, 
when she had only 
been in the hall a few minutes before the first bell when Jay, 
a reserve guard, 
walked up to her boldly and said in a loud voice, "Well, well, 
if it isn't our 
own little Blowjob Betty!" Several students paused in the 
conversations to 
listen. 

"I heard you were quite the Little Miss Mouth at halftime on 
Friday night, 
Tiffany! Is that what all the slutty outfits have been for 
lately? Have you been 
getting into training for your big blowjob run on Jefferson? 
And hey! How come 
you didn't come to our locker room and give us all blowjobs? 
Aren't Daniels High 
School cocks big enough for you." 

Tiffany's face was hot and scarlet, and her heart was 
pounding. "Please, Jay, 
please, could you at least whisper?" she begged. It seemed as 
if the whole high 
school could hear, and she knew she couldn't deny it or it 
would only get worse." 

Jay leaned over to the cheerleader's ear. "I'll be happy to 
whisper, Tiffany, if 
you'll meet me after school and put a lip-lock on my love 
muscle!" 

"No, please, don't do this," Tiffany pleaded. "Leave me 
alone." She forced 
herself to walk away and duck into her classroom. 

Fortunately, when she had reported to Principal White's office 
that morning, as 
she had been ordered to do every morning, he hadn't been 
there, so Tiffany had 
gotten away without having to change into some slutty outfit. 
She was dressed 
like her friends, in khakis and an Abercrombie and Fitch 
T-shirt, to all outward 
appearances a normal teenaged girl, not some remote-controlled 
whore being 
blackmailed and threatened by a gang of authority figures. 

An old John Mellencamp song popped into Tiffany's head: "I 
fight authority, 
authority always wins..." 

As the day wore on, it seemed that more and more of Daniels 
High was learning 
about what Tiffany had done last Friday night. When she walked 
into the 
lunchroom, three whole tables of boys, about 20 in all, had 
gotten pints of milk 
and smeared the milk all over their lips and upper lips, 
looking like perverse 
versions of the "Got Milk?" ads. "Hey Tiffany!" they roared in 
unison when she 
entered. 

"Got cum?!!!" The cafeteria exploded with laughter. The entire 
school must know, 
Tiffany thought. 

In English, when she got up to read a poem, several boys made 
fake coughing 
sounds into their cupped hands. But instead of coughing, they 
were saying 
"Blowjob! Blowjob!" When she walked in the hall between 
classes, boys whistled at 
her, or made loud lip-smacking sounds, or grabbed their dick 
through the front of 
their pants and squeezed, in a contemptuous come-on. 

Somehow, she managed to get through Monday. Tuesday was as 
bad, although once 
again Principal White was not in his office, so she could stay 
in her regular 
clothes. Wednesday, the taunting and teasing started to die 
down a little. 
Teenagers have such short attention spans. Thursday was as 
close to normal a 
school day as Tiffany had had in two weeks. 

But on Friday, when she reported to Principal White's office, 
there he was, 
sitting smugly behind his desk, his eyes glittering with lust. 
"Come on, 
Princess, and lock the door behind you," he said pleasantly. 

Roger White was counting a large stack of money. "Know what 
this is, Princess?" 
he asked. "This is money I won off the Jeff-Daniels game 
Friday night. Five 
grand. I won it betting with a bookie on Daniels High School. 
And you know what 
made it possible? You did, Tiffany. Our boys were getting 
beaten in the first 
half, but you really took the energy out of that Jefferson 
High team the second 
half. So thanks to you, I won $5,000. Kinda like I killed two 
birds with one 
stone, huh. 

"I'm not a greedy man, so I thought it only fair that I share 
it with you. I 
figure $5 a blowjob times 14 is $70. So here are your 
earnings." He pealed off 
three 20s and a 10 and handed them to the girl. 

Tiffany continued to be amazed at the small things that could 
humiliate her. She 
was rich; her daddy probably made 100 times as much a year as 
a high school 
principal. Yet here she was being paid $5 a blowjob, like the 
cheapest prostitute 
on record. The blowjobs had been bad enough, but getting paid 
for it, and so 
meagerly, made it even worse. 

"So you've gotten kind of a break for four days, haven't you, 
Princess?" White 
continued. "No nifty new clothes to wear around school, no 
ants in the pants, no 
rimjobs, no gang-bangs. Do you miss it?" 

"No, sir," Tiffany said, and she was telling the truth, but it 
was also more 
complicated than that for the confused teenaged girl. 

"Well, me and the guys decided to give you a little taste of 
what it would be 
like to go back to the old Tiffany Daniels for a few days. Now 
I hear a lot of 
what goes on around here, and I know some of the boys were 
having a little fun at 
your expense for a couple of days, but that's already pretty 
much died down now, 
hasn't it." 

"Yes, sir." 

"And the way things are going, I imagine in a week or so 
nobody will hardly 
remember all this nonsense if we keep going on this track, 
right?" 

The youngster nodded in agreement. 

"On the other hand, if you start dressing like a slut again, 
and doing really 
nasty outrageous things in public, like showing off your tits 
to a bunch of 
strangers in a store in a mall, then it's all gonna start 
raining down on you 
again, Princess. Maybe this time we would pick a place a 
little closer to home 
for you to show off those tits. Maybe next week's basketball 
game, we could have 
you go braless under your sweater, and rig the sweater somehow 
so that it comes 
off when you're in the middle of the floor in front of a 
couple thousand people." 
He smiled at the thought. Tiffany remained silent, knowing he 
was just tormenting 
her, not expecting a response. 

"So the choice is yours, Princess. You do one last thing for 
us, and we let you 
go. You're free forever from us. If you refuse to do this one 
last thing, though, 
the last two weeks is gonna look like rookie camp before the 
big leagues. We're 
talking public exposure on a scale you haven't even dreamed 
of. We're talking 
trashing your reputation so thoroughly you won't be able to 
find a decent boy to 
piss on you. We're talking all-night sessions with Dr. Wu and 
his vide equipment, 
being tortured in ways that would make the Marquis de Sade 
puke. 

"So what's it gonna be, little Tiffany?" 

"What do you want me to do, sir?" 

"Give up your sister," White said, as if was the simplest 
thing in the world. 

"Ss-ss-Stephanie?" stammered Tiffany, shocked. 

"You got any other sisters you want to give up?" White said 
sarcastically. 

"Please, sir, anything but that," Tiffany said. "She's only 
14." 

"That's why we want her, Tiffany. We've had a good time with 
you, but we're 
always on the lookout for fresh meat. We want Stephanie, and 
we want you to help 
us get her. We could wait forever for her to screw up the way 
you did. So we'll 
give you a bag of cocaine to put in her backpack. A 
significant amount, enough to 
count for distributing. I search the backpack, and voila! 
Stephanie is ours, just 
like you are." 

Tiffany stiffened. "I won't do it," she said simply. 

"The word 'won't' is not a part of your vocabulary, Princess. 
You will do it. 
Period." 

"I won't," Tiffany repeated. 

"Very well, then," White sighed. "Strip off your clothes." 

Tiffany knew she would have to be tough to save Stephanie. But 
she would do 
anything. She stripped naked in front of the principal. 

"Hop up on my desk and spread your legs. Feet flat on the 
desk, you worthless 
cunt." As soon as she did so, White reached into a drawer and 
pulled out a small 
metal cylinder about the size and shape of a lipstick tube. He 
roughly placed his 
fingers on her tender young labia and spread them apart, then 
pushed the tube up 
inside her. Without lubrication, the dry metal hurt going into 
her virgin pussy. 

"Don't move, you little piece of shit," White said. The next 
object he pulled out 
was a real lipstick tube. He pushed up the bright red lipstick 
and began to apply 
it carefully to one nipple, then the other one. When he 
finished, each was a 
bright crimson. 

"Get down and get dressed," White ordered, throwing two pieces 
of clothing at 
her. The first was a tiny pair of denim shorts - Daisy Dukes, 
the < < CENSORED > > called 
them. But these shorts were so tiny Tiffany couldn't believe 
it as she pulled 
them on. They came up over her ass and kept going, so that the 
bottom third of 
each delectable rounded ass cheek hung out the bottom of each 
side. The crotch 
fit snugly up into her own pussy - naturally, White had not 
given her any knickers 
to put on. She tugged at the top of the shorts, trying to get 
the waist up to 
snap them, and the more she tugged, the tighter they bit into 
her pussy. Soon the 
rough seam of the jeans material was working its way up into 
her snatch, 
spreading her labia apart. 

Finally, painfully, the Daisy Dukes were almost ready to be 
snapped. She sucked 
her tummy in as much as she could to pull them around her 
waist, and barely 
managed to fasten them. But now she could barely breathe. 
Plus, sucking her 
stomach in had the effect of pushing out her already large 
breasts even more. 

With the Daisy Dukes in place - biting into her pussy 
painfully - she quickly 
pulled on the white blouse that White had given her. It was a 
sheer material, 
bordering on see-through, the type of thing a teenaged girl 
would wear over a 
two-piece swimsuit at the beach as a coverup. These must have 
been in the pile of 
clothes we got at the Gap last week, Tiffany remembered. 

She buttoned the blouse, but like the Dukes, it was much too 
small for her, and 
the buttons barely met. Her tits were straining against the 
thin fabric, rubbing 
against it. When she looked down, she saw to her horror that 
her breasts were as 
visible as if she had been wearing nothing at all. Even worse, 
the lipsticked 
nipples were so obvious they might as well have had blinking 
neon signs attached 
to them. 

"You can wear your own sneakers and socks," White told her. 
When she was dressed, 
Tiffany stood in front of her principal, dressed in the most 
provocative outfit 
yet. Her ass hung out of the teensy denim shorts, and she was 
afraid that when 
she sat down, if she didn't keep her knees together tightly, 
people would be able 
to see the actual lips of her pussy peeking out on either side 
of the center 
seam. Her breasts would be on full display for everyone in the 
school to see. 

"One last thing, cum-breath, and then off you go to class." 
White pulled out a 
small object that looked like a television remote control, 
only with a small dial 
and just one small green button in the center. He pushed the 
button.... 

And Tiffany's crotch exploded with pain! It was as if she had 
been kicked with a 
heavy boot. She doubled over and grabbed her midsection. Her 
breath had been 
knocked out of her so suddenly that she couldn't even scream. 
The pain lasted for 
a second, and then stopped. 

"Oh gee," said White at the bent-over girl, who was gasping 
for air. "I think I 
set it a little too high. It's a remote control for delivering 
electrical shocks 
to that little tube in your cunt. Here, let me turn it down," 
he added, and 
twisted the dial a bit. 

He pressed the button again, and this time Tiffany could feel 
a painful jolt of 
electricity stab her from inside her own pussy. She let out a 
little yelp and her 
hands involuntarily shot down to her crotch. 

"That's better," said White. "I want to toy with you, Tiffany, 
not destroy you. 
Now that tube is gonna stay inside you all day long. And I'll 
be walking around 
school with this remote, which by the way has a very good 
range. You'll never 
know when I'm going to zap you. And while you walk around 
today in your rather 
creative attire, which I'm sure all the boys in school will 
really appreciate, 
and you get random shots of electricity at different levels 
zapped straight into 
that sweet little snatch of yours, I want you to be thinking 
about how long you 
can endure this, and whether it wouldn't be better to just do 
what we ask so 
we'll leave you alone. Now off to class with you, girl." 

And Tiffany obediently went to class. When she first appeared 
in the hall after 
leaving Principal White's office, she nearly caused a riot. 
She was dressed like 
some model out of Hustler Barely Legal < < CENSORED > >, and 
the boys started flocking 
around her. "Man, nice fuckin' tits, Tiffany!" they yelled. 
"Nice fuckin' ass!" 
"Think those shorts could be a little shorter, Tiff?" From 
somewhere, she knew 
not where, a hand reached out and grabbed the naked part of 
her ass cheek which 
hung below the hem of the cut-offs. The boy's hand squeezed, 
and a finger tried 
to push up under the jeans, but they were too tight. 

Tiffany was about to slap the intruder's hand away when Zap! 
She felt the metal 
tube in her pussy deliver a strong, painful burst of 
electricity. Instantly both 
hands shot down to the crotch of her tiny cut-offs. 

"Hey guys! She's grabbin' her crotch! What a whore!" yelled a 
boy. A small crowd 
of boys had gathered around her, hooting and grabbing at her. 
Tiffany's back was 
forced up against a row of lockers, and she was surrounded by 
horny young men, 
breathing hotly on her, poking her with their fingers, 
laughing and mocking her. 
She felt a hand reach up under her blouse and try to grab at 
her large breasts. 
She tried to reach up from her crotch to knock away the 
intruding hand, but the 
crush of boys against her made movement impossible. An unknown 
face leaned in and 
began licking her neck, and she could feel other hands running 
up her smooth 
young thighs, pinching at her crotch. She felt trapped and 
panicky. 

Suddenly the bell rang signalling the beginning of first 
period. When the boys' 
attention was diverted for a second, Tiffany marshalled all 
her strength and 
pushed through the crowd. Suddenly free, she started to run, 
heading down a hall. 
She could hear the mob behind her shouting and calling her 
filthy names. 

She hit the door of the girls' restroom at full run and burst 
in, heading 
straight for a stall. She locked herself in, breathing hard, 
on the verge of 
tears. Just yesterday, it had seemed possible that she might 
get her reputation 
back, that everything would be forgotten. Now she knew that 
her tormentors could 
and would ruin her, torture her endlessly, escalating their 
nastiness. But she 
couldn't betray her innocent young sister. She just couldn't 
do it. 

Another blast of voltage, stronger than the last one, ripped 
through her pussy. 
She doubled over and screamed. "God damn it! Leave me alone! 
Stop torturing me!" 
It burst from her mouth before she could stop it. 

She heard the bathroom door open, heard footsteps. "Tiffany?" 
a girl's voice 
called out. 

It was Stephanie! 

"Go away, Steph, I'm OK!" she called from inside the stall. 

"What's the matter? Why did you scream?" 

"I can't talk about it. Please just go to class and leave me 
alone." 

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's been going 
on. And if you don't 
tell me, I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad!" Stephanie threatened. 

Tiffany took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She 
swung the door open and 
saw her little sister standing there, looking at her with 
curiosity and 
surprising calm. Without warning, Tiffany started to talk. 
Like a dam bursting 
under great pressure, the entire story poured out. How she had 
cheated on a test 
and been caught, and then drugged and videotaped. How the men 
had continued to 
put her into compromising positions with their blackmail 
threats, then made more 
and videos, getting her in deeper and deeper. She left nothing 
out: the ants, the 
trip to the mall, the blowjobs, the public exposure and 
humiliation, the anal 
gang bang, the rimjobs, the half time show for the Jefferson 
team. And now, 
finally, this horrible dilemma: They wanted Stephanie. 

Tiffany was crying as she talked, tears running down her 
cheeks. Finally she ran 
out of words. 

"Jesus, Tiff, I had no idea," Stephanie said. Her eyes were 
huge, and she was 
trembling. "Come here and give me a hug." 

Tiffany embraced her 14-year-old sister tightly, and was 
surprised to feel the 
girl's nipples were hard. She pulled back. "Stephanie, are you 
wearing a bra? I 
can feel your nipples!" 

"Uh, no," said Stephanie, "I usually don't wear a bra. My 
boobies aren't as big 
as yours yet," she said, using the term the girls had used 
when they were little 
and took baths together. "And as for my nipples being hard, 
well, I guess they 
are. I thing your story kind of excited me." 

"Excited you?" Tiffany was puzzled. 

"Well, yeah," said Stephanie. "Listen, Tiffany, since it's 
confession time, maybe 
I ought to tell you a little something. I'm not the sweet 
little innocent you 
think I am. I'm not a virgin." 

"You're not? Who have you slept with?" 

"Well, actually, lots of guys. I, uh, lost my virginity a 
couple of years ago. 
And I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Fucking was just about 
the coolest thing in 
the world. I started doing guys all over the place, all the 
time. After about six 
months, I realized that boys my age were so pathetic that 
they'd probably even 
pay me for it. I'd get to feel their cocks ramming away inside 
of me, and I'd cum 
like crazy, plus I'd make some money. I charge $25 for a 
blowjob and $100 for a 
fuck. I've got more than $2,000 saved up so far. I just wish 
I'd thought of it 
sooner." 

Tiffany felt as if her universe was being scripted by 
lunatics. Was everyone but 
her a depraved pervert? Her own little sister was a high 
school hooker? 

"I I I I don't know what to say, Stephanie. Isn't it 
demeaning?" 

"Fuck no, sis. Get your head out of your ass. Fucking is about 
the greatest thing 
in the world. And to get paid for it is even better!" The 
freshman was grinning 
from ear to ear, and Tiffany could see the youngster's hard 
little nipples poking 
through her T-shirt. 

"But I still can't turn you over to these guys, Stephanie. You 
wouldn't be in 
control. They're vicious bastards, they get off on power- 
tripping over girls, 
humiliating them and making them do nasty things. It's way 
different from humping 
14-year-old boys who don't know what they're doing." 

Stephanie's eyes glittered. "Actually, Tiffany, the whole 
thing kind of turns me 
on. 14-year-old boys aren't that great, to tell you the truth. 
Most of them don't 
know what they're doing, and some of them last about 10 
seconds before they cum, 
if they don't ejaculate when I just touch their dicks. But one 
time, this older 
boy, who was about 16, he was doing me in his parents' bed, 
and he started 
holding my arms up above my head. I felt trapped, almost 
helpless, cause he was 
bigger and stronger. And it was the best fuck I ever had. I 
came so hard I almost 
peed! 

"So anyway, Tiff, I started thinking that maybe I'm just a 
girl who likes to be 
dominated, who likes to feel helpless, to have the guy be in 
control. And if a 
16-year-old boy pinning my arms down was a turn-on, I can only 
imagine what a 
group of older, sadistic men would be like. I'd be in heaven! 
My pussy's getting 
juicy just thinking about it!" 

The teenaged sisters continued to talk for a few more minutes, 
with Stephanie 
gradually convincing Tiffany of her position. They left the 
girls' restroom and 
walked to Principal White's office. Tiffany hesitated, but 
Stephanie took her by 
the hand and marched right in. 

White sat at his desk and looked up, startled. "Good morning, 
girls," he said,. 
not sure where this sudden arrival was heading. 

"Good morning, Mr. White," Stephanie said, taking the lead. 
"I've been a bad 
girl, and I need to be punished." White felt his cock stir in 
his pants. 

"What have you done, Stephanie?" 

"Does it really matter?" she responded, in an exaggerated 
little- girl voice. 
"I'm sure a man like you can think of a suitable punishment 
for a little 
14-year-old girl like me. If you don't wash my mouth out with 
soap, maybe you can 
wash it out with something else." She looked right at his 
crotch, and licked her 
lips. 

This wasn't the game plan White had been counting on, but he 
was one to go with 
the flow. 

Stephanie spoke up again. "But while you're punishing me, sir, 
and I'm sure it 
will have to be spread out over a long time, I think you're 
done with yucky old 
Tiffany, don't you. Why don't you have her get dressed in her 
regular clothes and 
go back to class. Then you and I can be alone and you can 
start my punishment." 

White licked his lips. His dick was throbbing. God almighty, 
an 
honest-to-goodness real teenage submissive slut, right here 
begging him for 
punishment. Wait till the rest of the gang heard about this! 

"Good idea," he said. "But Tiffany, once you get those shorts 
off, take out that 
little device in your pussy. I think it's Stephanie's turn to 
wear it." Stephanie 
was already stripping of her clothes, and soon stood naked in 
the principal's 
office, her nipples hard as little erasers, her teen pussy 
oozing moisture. She 
took the tube from her older sister and without pausing 
slipped it right up 
inside her. With the lubrication, it slid in easily. 

"Why don't you kneel down, Stephanie. It's time to get 
started," said Roger 
White, coming around to the front of his desk and unzipping 
his fly. His erection 
waved stiffly in front of him, and Stephanie watched it 
closely, her mouth 
watering. 

Tiffany was dressed and heading toward the office door to get 
back to her old 
life. She paused and saw her sister Stephanie, naked, kneeling 
on the carpet, her 
mouth just beginning to slide over the head of White's cock. 
Just before her lips 
made contact, White pushed the button on the remote and 
Stephanie stiffened as 
she felt a blast hit her young twat. A small orgasm shook her 
body. She was 
getting off on the pain! 

"Oh yes, master! Make me cum! I've been a bad little girl!" 
Stephanie moaned. 
Then she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto White's 
cock, taking it as far 
back into her young throat as she could. 

Tiffany shook her head, and left the office. The last thing 
she heard was her 
sister happily humming away on the cock in her mouth. 


THE END