TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil
By Dr. Wu
The usual: This story is for people over 18. If
you're under 18, go away. It is also complete and
utter fiction. People behaving like the characters
herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere
that is free, and may not be posted anywhere that
requires a fee.
The background: This is the fifth story in the saga
of Tiffany Daniels, and it will make more sense if you
read the others first.
Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the
fucking, it's about the mind-fucking.
CHAPTER ONE
THE ONE WITH THE NEW GIRL IN TOWN
Tiffany Daniels pulled the white cotton underpants
up her legs, and snugged them over her crotch, letting
the elastic waistband snap back against her flat
little tummy. Cheerleading practice was over, the
girls had all showered, and now they were getting back
into their street clothes in the girls' locker room.
God, she felt great. Possibly better than she had
ever felt in her life. She was a senior, and head
cheerleader, at Godfrey Daniels High School in
Beverly, Texas, but then, that was to be expected,
because she was Tiffany Daniels. And getting the lead
in the school musical of "West Side Story," playing
Maria and getting a standing ovation every night for a
week? Again, she had been a star at the school ever
since she was a freshman, so that was expected as
well.
What was really putting the bounce into Tiffany's
step these days was Hayden, her new love. She had
dated so many jocks and jerks over the last couple of
years, and usually they were one and the same:
football studs who felt they were entitled to some
pussy, or at least a furtive hand job in the back
seat, just because they put on shoulder pads on Friday
night and ran into other guys in shoulder pads. She
was so sick of groping high school boys, running their
hands up her legs, squirming their fingers under her
blouse and bra.
But Hayden was different. He had been cast as Tony
in "West Side Story," and at first she hadn't been
thrilled with the choice, because she never had
thought of Hayden in THAT way. He wasn't bad looking,
and he was a good actor, and a nice, funny guy, but he
just didn't have that cock-of-the-walk mentality that
is crucial to a guy's sex appeal in high school. But
then they had kissed during rehearsal, and Tiffany
discovered that she liked kissing Hayden, and wanted
to keep on kissing him after the scene was over. And
they had continued, going out together, taking long
walks and holding hands, and talking. The school
gossip buzzed because Tiffany Daniels, head
cheerleader and a hands-down favorite to be voted prom
queen, was dating a guy who was a thespian (giggle
giggle went the girls in the cafeteria), but Tiffany
didn't care, cause Hayden was sweet and cute and
gentle and had not yet groped her, although she
thought maybe she was ready for him to start. She
thought maybe she was in love.
"She thinks she's so fuckin' hot. I'd like to stick
an ice cube up her twat, that'd cool her down!" A
conversation among some of the cheerleaders from the
other side of the lockers drifted over and interrupted
Tiffany's reverie about Hayden. She was startled to
hear such vehemence and tuned into the discussion
midway through.
"Lisa, you shouldn't talk about Tiffany like that!"
came another girl's voice, somewhat shocked.
They were talking about her! Tiffany realized. And
Lisa must be Lisa Boulet, the new girl. She was a
transfer student to Daniels High from Los Angeles, a
cute little sophomore who had some of the boys on
hormonal red alert. Tiffany didn't like her, although
she didn't really know her well, she had to admit.
"Tiffany Daniels can kiss my pink ass!" Lisa Boulet
said. Tiffany was appalled. What had she ever done to
Lisa? Nothing!
"Why are you so down on Tiffany?" another
cheerleader asked, and Tiffany recognized the voice of
Rosie, a junior. She had stopped getting dressed now,
and stood there in just her panties.
"She's just not as great as she thinks she is!"
proclaimed Lisa. "Prancing around on stage singing I
feel pretty, oh so pretty ...Alll I hear at this
school is Tiffany Daniels this, Tiffany Daniels that.
The boys all talk about how much she looks like Anna
Kournikiva. Well I got news for Tiffany Daniels. Anna
Kournikova has never won a major tennis tournament.
She may look like hot shit, but she's a loser! And so
is Tiffany Daniels!"
Tiffany's face was hot with rage. How dare this
little snip of a transfer student dis her like that?
She almost dashed around the wall of lockers that
separated them and bitch-slapped the girl. But she
wasn't dressed yet, and while the cheerleaders did
parade around naked in front of each other in the
shower, she didn't feel comfortable confronting such a
hateful person in her underwear.
"Anyway, I heard a rumor she's fucking half the
teachers in the school," Lisa continued. "I just
wonder whether it's the female half or the male half!"
"Lisa!" the other girls screamed. "You're
terrible!" But Tiffany could hear a tone of enjoyment
in their voices, not condemnation.
"God damn her!" Tiffany seethed quietly, as she
pulled her khaki shorts on, followed by a tight "No
Doubt" T-shirt. "How dare she!"
"Ah, fuck her!" Lisa Boulet said loudly. "Oh wait,
I guess I'd have to take a number and get in line!"
The other cheerleaders howled with laughter, and
Tiffany clenched her fists. She wouldn't confront Lisa
Boulet right now, she decided. She was queen of this
school, and well-connected. There were plenty of ways
to get the little bitch to pay for her impudence!
Half an hour later, Tiffany was driving her younger
sister Stephanie home, and told her about the incident
in the locker room. She had no idea how Stephanie
would react - Steph, after all, had put her older
sister through some terrible torments over the last
year or so - so Tiffany was gratified when the younger
blonde got just as angry as she was.
"That little cunt!" Stephanie exclaimed, tapping an
ash from her Marlboro Light out the window of the
Miata. "Nobody can piss all over my sister like that
and get away with it! That's my job!" Tiffany look
startled, but then realized Stephanie was kidding, and
the siblings laughed.
"I want revenge," Tiffany said. "I want to teach
that little piece of shit a lesson."
"I could help with that," Steph offered. "You want
some help, Tiff?"
"I'd love some."
"Let me talk to Mr. White and see what can be
arranged." At the name of Roger White, the principal
of Daniels High, Tiffany shuddered. It had been almost
a year since White and several teachers had played the
long game they had called "Toying With Tiffany," a
vicious, degrading game that had involved public
humiliation, giving blowjobs to the visiting
basketball team, an anal sex orgy in the cafeteria
after hours. After Stephanie had agreed to become
White's submissive slave girl, White had told Tiffany
she was off the hook. But the thought of asking her
former tormentor for help bothered her greatly.
"Come on, Tiff, I've done just about everything
with White than can be done to a girl, not to mention
his friends. He owes me, even though he's the top and
I'm the bottom."
"What do you mean, top and bottom?" Tiffany asked.
"It's terms in dominance and submission," Stephanie
explained, a 15-year-old sadly wise beyond her years.
"In sex, one person is dominant, and he's the top.
Usually a he. Sometimes a she can be dominant. And the
other one is the bottom. The bottom is the one who
gets done to, the top does the doing."
"Could Mr. White make Lisa my bottom?" Tiffany
asked, excited at the prospect of making the nasty
little girl do her bidding.
"Mr. White can do anything," Stephanie said. "Hey,
look what he made you do!"
"Oh God, don't remind me!" Tiffany snapped. But
even as she was trying to shut out the horrible
memories of what had been done to her, something in
her pussy was remembering. Because White and the other
male teachers hadn't just abused the gorgeous
adolescent for their own pleasure - they had opened
her up to her own sexuality as well, forcing her to
have orgasms against her will. In the months since,
she had tried to recapture the strength of those first
orgasms, the ones inflicted on her helpless,
vulnerable teen pussy by nasty male mouths and probing
fingers, and while she had been able to make herself
cum, at night alone in her bed, she could never cum
quite as hard as she had done in the back seat of
White's SUV that night.
Tiffany forced the unpleasant thoughts from her
mind. "Just so White knows it's Lisa who's the target,
the bottom," she told Steph. "And not me. I'm done
being a bottom. I'm gonna be a top from now on!"
"Go for it, Tiff!" Stephanie shouted as she flicked
her smoke out the window. And Stephanie smiled a
small, private smile. A year and a half younger than
her sister, and she knew so much more.
*****************************
And so it came to pass, two days later, that Lisa
Boulet was summoned to Principal White's office, and
was surprised to find Tiffany Daniels already sitting
there. White closed the door to the outer office
behind Lisa; the lock snicked silently into place
without the cute sophomore even hearing it.
"Thanks for coming, Lisa," Roger White said to the
girl. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk since
you transferred here." White let his eyes roam up and
down Lisa Boulet's luscious 15-year-old body. She was
a cute little pixie, he thought. Just a little over
five feet tall, no more than 100 pounds, with dark
hair she kept short in a Winona Ryder type cut. But
every pound of her was choice teen meat, White
thought. Her legs were firm and curvy, her ass had a
luscious little jut to it, and those tits. They
weren't the fantastic 36C love-melons that Tiffany had
been blessed with, but they were more than ample in
proportion to Lisa's small, compact frame. A good 34B,
White estimated.
And he also now saw why Lisa had quickly gotten the
nickname "Lisa Bullets" from the boys of Daniels High.
Her nipples were neatly always erect. White's office
wasn't particularly cold, and he could tell her firm
young breasts were well-encased by a bra, but damned
if her little nipples weren't totally erect, jutting
right out from her tits in a proud double salute like
a couple of bullets. Like most high school girls in
the early fall in Texas, she dressed for the weather,
wearing a shorty denim skirt and a midriff-baring pink
crop top.
"So it disturbs me that we have to meet under such
unpleasant circumstances," White continued. Oh yeah,
he thought, he was disturbed all right. Disturbed that
he had to get through this little charade before he
could stuff that ripe young mouth full of his manhood!
Lisa Bullets' brown eyes widened. "What did I do?"
she squeaked.
White pulled himself up to his full stature, and
lowered his voice to its authority level. "There are
reports you're using drugs, Lisa," he said. "I have to
ask you to empty your purse on my desk."
Lisa was relieved. She didn't do drugs at all, and
there was nothing in her purse to condemn her. She
calmly upended it over White's desk, and out fell her
datebook, wallet, lipstick, some makeup, a couple of
pens, and a sealed baggie full of white powder. Her
jaw dropped, and White seized the baggie instantly.
"Oh, my," he intoned. "This does not look good at
all." He opened the bag, stuck in a forefinger and
tasted the powder. "Yup, just as it appears to be -
cocaine. Of course, when the police come and
confiscate this, they can run their own tests."
"That's not mine!" Lisa squealed. "I've never seen
that before! Somebody planted that!"
"Yeah, that's what they all say," White fired back.
"I hope your family can afford a good lawyer, young
lady. This looks like enough to qualify for intent to
traffic, which is a felony. Ouch. Texas Girls'
Reformatory, meet Lisa Boulet."
Tiffany piped in. Not for nothing was she the star
of the drama department. "Oh, Jesus, Mr. White, not
the Reformatory. They'll destroy a girl like Lisa!
Didn't you read that horrible article in the paper
about a 15-year-girl who was raped with a mop handle
in the shower. They held her down and stuck the mop
handle up inside her as far as it would go. It was
awful. She'll never have babies! She's lucky to be
alive."
Lisa was staring at the two, hyperventilating with
anxiety. The room seemed to be spinning. God what a
nightmare. Could she proved the cocaine wasn't hers?
How could she prove it? What could she do? Panic
seized the teenager and squeezed her relentlessly.
"I've never seen that bag before!" she repeated
lamely. "I don't use coke."
"Well, I have a couple of signed affidavits from
your teachers that they have been concerned you might
be using drugs. And Tiffany here tells me that
students are talking, that you've been bragging about
how easy it is to score cocaine."
"That's a lie!" the beleaguered girl responded. She
glared at Tiffany. "It's not true. It's not fair."
"You can tell that to the cops, and to the judge,
and to the warden at the Reformatory," White said
coldly. "For drug trafficking, you'll be held at the
Reformatory until your case goes to trial. Even if
you're found not guilty, which is doubtful, you could
spend months there awaiting trial. A sweet little girl
like you in the Reformatory will be like a pork chop
tossed into a kennel.
"I guess it's my sad duty to call the police,"
White concluded, and picked up his phone.
"No! God no! Please don't call!"
"Why shouldn't I call?"
"I don't know. But please, I beg you," the
trembling teen girl begged, "please don't call the
police." She started to cry. White felt his erection
stirring at the look in her eyes - helpless,
vulnerable, pleading.
"Well, there might be another way," he said.
"God, I'll do anything," said Lisa, sniffling.
"I'll bet you will," White said. He unzipped his
pants and let them fall to the floor, thumbed down his
jockey shorts and unleashed his hard-on, which sprang
to attention.
Lisa looked shocked. "Oh shit!" she cried. "You
fucking pervert. You dirty old man! You're
blackmaliing me!"
"If that's what you want to call it, Lisa, fine. I
like to think of it as alternative community service.
Now you can either give me a blow job right this
second, or you'll be locked in a cell within about
three hours with a bunch of hungry lesbians. Unless
you're a closet dyke, I think you ought to go with the
blow job."
"You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. Her eyes flashed
with fury at the principal, and then over at Tiffany
as well. "You won't get away with this!"
"Oh yes I will, you worthless little slut. I get
away with just about anything I want to around here.
Tell her, Tiffany."
"He does, Lisa. Really. He's done all sorts of mean
things, him and some of the male teachers, to some of
the girls here. He blackmails and threatens them, and
he always gets his way," Tiffany said.
"In fact," White told the trembling sophomore,
"sucking my cock is just phase one of your
rehabilitation, Lisa. I think you need the guidance of
an older girl here at school to help you. I think
Tiffany Daniels is just the girl to show you the error
of your ways. So starting right after you swallow my
sperm, you are going to be Tiffany's slave for the
next week. You will do every single thing she says,
and do it perfectly and willingly. If you do not, if
you so much as hesitate, Tiffany will report back to
me and I'll send you off to Lesbo-World, where the
instrument of penetration is a broom handle instead of
a nice, warm penis."
White grabbed Lisa by the front of her shirt and
pulled her toward him. "Do you understand me, little
girl?" he roared.
Lisa's head was spinning, but she knew that at the
moment, she had no choice. "Yes, sir," she said
meekly.
"Good girl," White said. "Now strip off those
clothes, every stitch, and come over here on your
hands and knees."
Lisa glared with hatred at her tormentor, but did
as she was told. She briskly pulled her top over her
head, and slipped out of her bra, then stepped out of
her skirt and white cotton panties. White licked his
lips at the physical perfection of the 15-year-old
beauty, the smoothness of her young, unsullied skin,
the sweet patch of brown pubic hair covering her
virgin little pussy. She instinctively covered her
mound with her hands, but White barked at her to keep
her hands at her side.
The older man stepped out of his pants, but left
his shirt on, and wheeled his desk chair in front of
his desk. He sat down and spread his knees wide. "Now
drop to your hands and knees, Lisa, like the little
doggie that you are, and crawl over here and suck my
cock!" he ordered.
Lisa Boulet obeyed. She reached White's lap, opened
her lips, squeezed her eyes shut tightly in a grimace,
and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"I'll bet this is your first blowjob, isn't it
Lisa?" White asked.
"Hm-mmm," Lisa answered affirmatively. She knew
instinctively it was best to keep sucking, not to
stop.
"Well, you're not bad. But you need to get more
into your mouth. That's a girl. I won't gag you this
first time. Just get your mouth lower and lower until
I hit the back of your throat. Ahhh, yes, that's a
good little suck-doggie. Now suck like it was a
Tootsie Roll pop."
Tiffany Daniels watched as her nemesis was
humiliated by the principal. Her body was tingling
with excitement, and her pussy was getting wet at
watching Lisa on her hands and knees, forced to give a
blowjob against her will. She felt fantastic! Lisa was
going to be her slave for a week. She'd put this
little girl through her paces, teach her to shoot her
mouth off about seniors!
"Ahh, you have a talented mouth, Lisa," White said,
leaning back with his eyes clothes while the naked
schoolgirl worked on his throbbing dick. "But just to
spice up our little game a bit, I'm gonna ask Tiffany
to play also. Tiffany, while Lisa is sucking me off,
go into the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a
rubber glove and some oil. Put on the glove, put some
oil on your index finger, and give little suck-doggie
here a little oil massage. I think her pussy would be
a good place to start."
Lisa started to lift her head up to protest, but
White grabbed her hair firmly and forced her face back
down on to his cock. "Naughty, naughty, suck-doggie.
Your job is to suck, not talk. I don't want to hear a
word out of you until you've got a belly full of
sperm, suck doggie."
Tiffany opened the drawer and pulled out the glove
and oil. To her surprise, the small bottle of oil was
bright red. The label had Chinese characters, and
underneath it read Szechuan Cooking Oil. She was glad
White had provided her with a glove.
In a moment, she was squatting behind Lisa's butt.
The delightful little bubble-butt bobbed back and
forth, in rhythm with her head. The lips of the
victim's pussy peeked out between her thighs slightly.
"Spread your legs," Tiffany ordered, slapping Lisa
on the ass. She got a surge of power as she did it,
which felt great.
Lisa spread her legs, exposing more of her sweet
cleft. Tiffany poured the highly spiced oil onto her
finger, reached between Lisa's thighs and began to
massage it into the folds.
At first Lisa had no reaction. But within a few
seconds she began to moan and squirm. White kept a
tight grip on her head, not letting her pull her mouth
away. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Lisa-dog," he
sneered. "That's Chinese cooking oil, highly seasoned
with ground chile peppers. It can raise blisters on
regular skin. On sensitive inner skin, like the kind
inside your pussy, it's gonna be like the fires of
hell. I call it a motivator. Tiffany's gonna keep
giving you more and more oil until I come. The sooner
you make me come with your mouth, the sooner I tell
Tiffany to stop."
Tiffany's pussy spasmed at White's speech. She had
know the oil was probably going to react horribly with
Lisa's membranes, but hearing White explain it so
heartlessly gave her a sexual rush all the same. She
continued to rub the folds of Lisa's outer labia. She
had been through so much sexually in the past year
that it hardly even seemed strange to her to be
squatting behind another girl in the principal's
office massaging a pussy. It wasn't the first twat she
had had contact with, after all; her sister Stephanie
had gone through a period during the summer when she
had demanded that Tiffany "service" her regularly,
which had meant licking her sister to orgasm every
night.
The blonde senior couldn't see Lisa's eyes, since
they were pointed at Mr. White's bulging midriff, but
they were filled with tears, of pain and of hatred.
Unable to pull her head back from the pole that was
stuffed into her mouth, Lisa at least tried to avoid
the searing pain of the Szechuan oil, and wiggled her
ass, trying to dislodge Tiffany's fingers.
"Don't let her throw you, Tiffany," White said
sternly. "For the next round, I think you need to get
some oil up inside Miss Boulet's little cunt. Smear it
all around for her, if you want to teach her a
lesson."
Lisa Boulet tried to scream, but couldn't, as she
was thoroughly gagged by the massive penis. Despite
her hatred for Lisa, Tiffany felt a pang of guilt, of
feeling sorry for the tormented little girl. Her mind
flashed back to the time White had called her,
Tiffany, to his office, with the blackmail video, and
smeared honey all over her pussy and ass and then
poured ants all over her. At the memory, she felt
another sexual surge, a definite twitch of her excited
clitoris, which confused her. She was supposed to be
the dominant girl here; why did her clit throb when
she thought of a time when she was the submissive one?
Tiffany pushed the thought from her mind and
re-anointed her fingertip with the fiery, viscous
oil. Her forefinger was bright red up to the knuckle,
and she now began to slowly slide that finger up
inside Lisa Boulet's virgin pussy. Lisa bucked and
thrashed and screamed her muffled protests into
White's hard-on.
"Lisa, let me help you!" Tiffany suddenly blurted.
"You need to make him cum! Use your hand and jack his
shaft up and down, it's the only way to get him off
quicker!"
Why was she saying this? Shouldn't she be
prolonging Lisa's agony, she wondered? She saw Lisa
reach her right hand up and grab the base of White's
throbbing stalk and begin to move her small hand up
and down in a pistoning motion. Tiffany wiggled her
oily finger inside Lisa's canal, smearing the peppery
goo throughout.
"Oh yeah, you little blow job queen, suck that
cock!" White moaned. He began thrusting his cock
forward into Lisa's mouth, choking the girl, cutting
off her air. Tiffany could tell he was getting close,
and decided it was time for one last torture of the
sophomore. She put more oil on her finger, and without
warning, rammed it solidly up between the girl's ass
cheeks, right past the tiny pink starfish of her
bunghole, all the way up her rectum!
Poor Lisa Boulet nearly jumped out of her skin at
the unexpected impalement. She was being choked on the
monster cock, was supporting all her weight on her
left arm, and was now being reamed out in her ass
passage. Her pussy was on fire, and now her ass was on
fire! But she could feel White's cock swelling in her
mouth, and even though this was her first blow job,
she knew instinctively the tyrannical man must be
getting close to coming.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you little slut! Here I come!"
White bellowed, and jammed his dick deep into the poor
girl's mouth, just as Tiffany jammed her finger all
the way up Lisa's bunghole as far as it would go.
White's cock exploded, and suddenly her mouth was
filled with his nasty, salty jism. It seemed like
gallons of it, and she began swallowing frantically,
knowing she should not spill a drop. She grunted like
a pig as Tiffany's finger sawed in and out of her sore
little anal opening.
Finally, it was over. White withdrew, and so did
Tiffany. He winked at her, over Lisa's head, and
Tiffany winked back. Lisa staggered to her feet, her
limbs cramped and sore, her jaw stiff, her teeth all
gritty from the sperm coating they had just received.
But none of that could compare to the unbelievable
agony that coursed through her crotch. Her pussy and
ass felt as if they were on fire, as if they were
being toasted by a cigarette lighter.
White grabbed the girl's white panties and bra from
the tangle of clothes on the floor. "I'll keep these,
slut," he told her. "You can go back to class and
spend the rest of the school day without underwear.
You'd just stain the panties all red anyway as you
leaked."
"You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. "I hurt! I hurt so
bad!"
"Not as bad as you'd be hurtin' in the Reformatory,
sweetheart," White chuckled. "This was the easy way.
Now you and I are done. But remember, you are
Tiffany's slave for a week. And if you don't do every
single thing she says, then I call the cops about your
little cocaine problem."
"Fuck you!" Lisa shouted.
"Now if that's going to be your attitude, Lisa, I
can always arrange for you to have detention after
school today. It's your choice. You can be nice and
thank me politely for not turning you in, and that way
you get to go home at the end of the day and give
yourself a nice couple of enemas and wash all that
nasty hot stuff out of you. Or you can cop an
attitude, and I'll give you detention for today.
You'll come back to this office for an hour, and I'll
think up some even more creative things to do to you.
And Tiffany can tell you, I can be very creative." He
glared at the girl with authority.
Lisa glanced at Tiffany, wondering again what had
happened between the senior and White. But then she
took a breath, and exhaled. "I'm sorry," she said
meekly.
"That's better. Now acknowledge to Tiffany that you
are her slave, and you will obey her every command."
"I'm your slave, Tiffany," Lisa said stiffly. "I
will obey your every command."
"Good decision," White said. "I don't want to see
you back in here for disobedience, Lisa. It would not
be pleasant. Now you girls go on and have a fun week,"
White told them.
Neither he nor Tiffany saw the look of almost
pathological hatred that crossed Lisa's face briefly.
Quietly, to herself, Lisa Boulet made a vow that she
would turn the tables on Miss Tiffany Fucking Daniels
soon. Very soon.
CHAPTER TWO
THE ONE WITH THE TEENAGE DIRTBAG
About the fourth time Tiffany heard the song
blaring out of Stephanie's bedroom, she went down the
hall to investigate. When she walked in, she found her
younger sister dancing in the middle of her floor, her
slender young body gyrating in a frenzy. She wore a
tiny halter top, and even though her tits were small,
the cups of the halter were so small - no bigger than
a child's hand - that the flesh bulged out the top,
bottom and sides. A pair of extremely snug denim Daisy
Dukes encased her girly ass.
"What's that song?" Tiffany yelled over the rock
music.
Stephanie punched pause on the computer screen
music player. "It's called 'Teenage Dirtbag,' by some
band called Wheatus. I downloaded it off Napster, and
I love it!" She punched play on the screen, and the
harmonies of Wheatus filled the room:
"I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby/
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby/
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me!"
Tiffany found herself drawn to the infectious
melody, and started dancing with Stephanie, only a
little more sedately. Steph was whirling and flinging
herself around the bedroom in a frenzy.
Finally the song stopped.
"So what's up, sis?" Stephanie asked, plopping her
butt on the bed. "How are things going with your new
slave?"
"OK," Tiffany replied.
"What have you had her doing? I haven't seen her
naked in the halls yet."
"Well, yesterday after cheerleading practice, in
the locker room, I made her say in front of all the
girls that she was sorry she had said mean things
about me. And I made her get down on her knees and
kiss my ass and beg my forgiveness!" Tiffany's face
flushed hot at the memory.
"Bare ass or panties?" Stephanie asked.
"Bare ass."
"Just a peck on the cheek, or did you make her
French your asshole?"
"Stephanie! You are so gross! No way I'm gonna tell
her to French my asshole in front of the whole squad!
They'd all think I was lez or something."
"OK, so what else have you done to squash her like
the fucking bug she is?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, I haven't had much of a chance. I'm a senior
and Lisa's a sophomore, so we don't have any classes
together. I think she's been avoiding me. I was
thinking of maybe doing something this weekend."
"Jesus Christ, girl!" Stephanie shouted. "I arrange
for you to get served Lisa Bullets on a fucking silver
platter, and you're wimping out. You're pissing away
your chance. No classes together? She's avoiding you?
Did that stop Mr. White from using you like a cheap
Kleenex last year?"
"No," Tiffany muttered. She was suddenly ashamed of
herself, knowing her younger but far more
sophisticated sister scorned her.
"Maybe you're just not cut out to be dominant!"
Stephanie spat.
"I am too!" Tiffany shot back. "I am dominant! Look
at my position in the school. I'm the head
cheerleader, I'm the star of the drama program, I'm
the most popular and beautiful and richest girl in the
senior class! Doesn't that count for anything?" she
pleaded.
"It beats being a loser, sis, but it doesn't have
squat to do with sexual dominance," Stephanie said. "A
person can be powerful in real life, and a total
submissive in the bedroom. Let me tell you a story.
Mr. White introduced me to a guy who runs a nightclub
just outside of town. It's sort of a strip club, sort
of a house of prostitution, sort of whatever the guys
who pay want it to be and what the girls are up for.
"Snake, that's the guy who owns the club, set me up
with this guy who's a banker in Dallas, president of
the biggest bank there. He's one of the richest guys
in Texas, and you know what he wanted when he paid
Snake $1,000 and took me to a hotel room? He wanted me
to pee on him!"
"Ewwww, Steph!"
"Hey, it could have been worse, he could have
wanted to pee on me. So he climbed naked into the
bathtub and jacked off, and I squatted over him and
peed on him and called him a dirty boy over and over.
I split the grand with Snake. But the point is this
guy is so fucking rich he could hire Britney Spears to
sing at his birthday party, and he wants a girl to pee
on him and say he's a dirty boy. He's a sexual
submissive."
"I thought you said you were a submissive too,"
Tiffany said.
"I was, and I am. If I'm really gonna get off, I
like to have some older guy pin me down and fuck me
like he was raping me. That makes me pop like a string
of firecrackers. But Mr. White has introduced me to a
whole world of sexual adventures, and some of them pay
very well if a girl is willing to have an open mind.
I've got more than $8,000 stuffed in a shoebox under
my bed."
"Steph! My God, you're a hooker!"
"So what? Should I do it for free? People are going
to have sex, Tiff. I'm going to have sex. Why
shouldn't I get paid also?"
"So what else do you do at this club?"
"Forget about the club, Tiff. This is about you. My
point is that some people like the banker dude are
natural sexual submissives. And I'm worried that you
may be a submissive, too, A bottom, like I told you
before."
"But I don't want to be!" Tiffany wailed. "I want
to be a top!"
"You are what you are, sis," Stephanie said. "You
may be able to be a top, I don't know. So far you
haven't proven much with Lisa. A true top would have
had that girl crawling naked down the hallways of
school making moo-ing sounds, with a sign on her ass
saying "Free Butt Fucks." Or something like that. An
apology doesn't show a very creative mind as a
dominant."
"What should I do, Steph?" the senior cheerleader
pleaded. "Can you help me?"
"Stephanie sighed. "I'm just a teenage dirtbag,
baby. But I can help you. Find Lisa tomorrow and tell
her you and she are going to the mall on Saturday.
Tell her to be at our house at 12 noon sharp. Tell her
to wear something skimpy and slutty. Be specific. Make
her understand that if she doesn't show up, or she
doesn't look like a 15-year-old fucktoy, you're gonna
go to Mr. White and ask that she be raped by a pack of
dogs. Or something."
Tiffany shuddered at the image. Or maybe it was the
mention of the mall. She'd been dragged to a mall
once, and publicly humiliated, forced to show her
beautiful breasts in a store full of other people, and
worse, much worse. She felt that familiar tingle going
through her young pussy again. She was getting juicy,
and wanted to touch herself.
"I'll do it," Tiffany said.
"Good girl. And I'll help set it up so that you
can't fail. I'll call Snake and have him go along with
you and Lisa. When Snake sees Lisa, his creativity
will take over, and poor Lisa Bullets will be begging
for the wild dogs." Stephanie Daniels laughed.
*************************
Tiffany woke up Saturday morning with a sopping wet
pussy and a buzzing in her clit. She'd been dreaming
about her boyfriend Hayden, that they were in bed
together and he had suddenly become a wild man. Sweet,
gentle Hayden had suddenly pinned her down and climbed
on top, looked into her eyes and said, "I'm gonna take
what's mine, Tiffany. I'm gonna fuck that sweet little
pussy of yours!" And then he had plunged his huge cock
up inside her tight little cunt, over and over,
ramming away, his pubic bone banging against her clit,
which was so wet and so begging for more, and more and
more....
She was awake now, and breathing hard, her heart
beating in her ears. Without thinking, her hand stole
down under her pajama bottoms and began to fondle her
clit. "Ohhhh, jeeeeez," she moaned softly as the
17-year-old fondled herself, caressed herself, rubbed
herself. Her knees fell to the sides, her legs splayed
wide under the covers, and she rubbed and rubbed and
rubbed until finally the moment came, the orgasm she
needed so badly, and her body stiffened and she bit
her lip to keep from screaming out.
Afterward, it was too much to think about. She was
glad the dream was about Hayden instead of Mr. White
or her horrible cousin or some nameless, faceless man
in an alley, because those were the men she dreamed
about sometimes. This was Hayden, the boy she loved.
But he was so rough. So unlike sweet Hayden.
"Tiffany!" Her mother's voice broke through her
confused thought-stream.
"Daddy had to go into the office today, and I've
got tennis at 10 and then lunch with the girls and
then some shopping. I'll see you tonight at dinner!"
"OK, Mom!" She sprang from the bed, aware now that
it was Saturday, the day she would prove that she
should be a top, the day she would make Lisa Boulet
grovel like a, like a, well, she didn't know exactly
what grovelled, but whatever. She shrugged and headed
for the shower.
At 11:30, the doorbell rang, and by the time Tiff
got downstairs, Stephanie had already opened it. As
Tiffany came downstairs into the foyer, she saw Snake.
He was tall. And dark and scary, she thought.
Tiffany took in the man standing there. He was
probably about 30, although Tiffany wasn't too good at
guessing the ages of older guys. Probably 6'2" or
6'3", lean, muscled. Very muscled. He had black hair
pulled back in a ponytail, and dark eyes. A black
T-shirt with the sleeves cut off showed off his
powerful biceps, each of which had a large matching
tatoo of a coiled snake. Black jeans and boots
completed the outfit. Even before he spoke to her,
Tiffany could feel his power. It radiated off him like
heat from pavement on a sunny day.
Snake turned his dark eyes on the gorgeous blonde
teenager coming down the stairs to greet him, and
smiled. Here was the ultimate male sexual fantasy, the
perfect little sister of the most perfect airbrushed
Playboy Playmate come to full, robust life. Blonde
hair, blue eyes, a curvy body, and tits. Major fuckin'
tits, Snake thought. Tiffany's teen breasts stood out
from her chest with a ripe firmness that would
disappear in only a few years. They were stuffed into
a tight white blouse, and even though she was wearing
a bra, they bounced as if trying to get free. She wore
a plaid kilt-type skirt that hit her at mid-thigh, and
Snake wondered what color her panties were, and then
wondered a few things beyond that.
"Snake, this is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is Snake."
Stephanie handled the introductions.
"Pleased t' meet ya," Snake said, extending a
weathered hand. Tiffany shook it, as if she were at a
job interview or something. It was weird, she thought,
shaking hands with a guy who was some sort of pimp or
strip club owner, who was going to go out with her
today and try to break the spirit of Lisa Boulet.
"Hi," she said, and gave him her most dazzling
smile.
"God damn, you look good enough to eat," Snake
said.
Tiffany shivered with lust, at the thought of Snake
eating her.
"Well, buddy boy, she ain't what's for dinner,"
Stephanie joked, and the three of them laughed.
"No, I understand the drill," Snake replied. "It's
just when I meet a young lady as fine looking as
Tiffany here, well, the old gonads just sort of go on
automatic pilot."
"Well, take 'em off auto pilot, Snake," Stephanie
said. "Your target will be over here in a few minutes.
Her name is Lisa Boulet, also known as Lisa Bullets
for reasons you will soon understand. And as I
explained, she's being blackmailed by Mr. White, so
you can pretty much do with her what you want."
"Good old Roger!" Snake crowed. "What a fuckin'
perv that dude is! I can do what I want, huh? How
'bout if I just fuck her up the ass while the two of
you film it with a camcorder?"
"Well, that's certainly not impossible," Stephanie
said, "but this is about establishing Tiffany's
dominance over Lisa. I imagine you'll get some teenage
pussy before the day is out, but first the three of
you are going to the mall. Lisa needs to be taken down
a few pegs, and there's nothing like a nice public
place to make a girl feel totally humiliated. Wouldn't
you say, Tiffany?"
"Uh, yeah," said Tiffany, knowing what Stephanie
was referring to, and
feeling as if someone was twisting a fork in her belly button.
"Why don't we smoke a joint while we wait?" Snake said, as he walked
into the Daniels' living room and pulled a metal cigarette case out of
his hip pocket. "You can sit on my lap, Steph, and we'll talk about the
first thing that pops up!" He laughed, harshly.
"Save it, big boy. I want you to channel your libido into Lisa."
Snake glowered, shut down by both girls. At least for now. The three
sat down in the Daniels' living room, and Snake started in again.
"So Tiffany, Steph here has told me all about you."
The cheerleader blushed, and flashed her eyes at her sister. "Stephie!
What did you tell him?"
"Relax, Tiff. I just told him how you were trying to get revenge on
Lisa, and needed some help in dominating her." Tiffany relaxed; she'd
been worried that Stephanie had told Snake the whole sordid, ugly story
of how she had been blackmailed into a long line of depraved sexual acts.
Snake just smiled. The tension was rising when the doorbell rang
again. Lisa Boulet had arrived.
Once again, Snake raked his eyes over the adolescent girl he was being
introduced to. Shorter than Tiffany, darker, cute but not a raving
beauty. A wicked little body, he thought. As instructed, Lisa had dressed
for excess, wearing a very tight T-shirt that stretched across her young
cupcake breasts. "What are you staring at?" read the words on the shirt.
She wore a pair of very short, very tight shorts made from clingy nylon.
It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and Snake wondered if she was
wearing panties. He glanced at her crotch, which was mounded out
slightly, but couldn't tell for sure.
His eyes met hers, and he saw there something that made his cock hard:
a challenge. The little minx was meeting him eye to eye, daring him. "Do
your worst," Lisa's eyes seemed to be saying to the older man. "I'm your
equal."
"Lisa, this is Snake," said Stephanie. "He's a friend of Tiffany and
mine, and he's going along today."
"Hey, Snake," Lisa said, cool as could be. "How's it hangin'?" She
grinned.
"Well, it ain't really hangin', Lisa," he shot back. "It's kinda
standing up right now. Would you like to see?" He reached for the zipper
on his jeans.
"That's OK, big boy," Lisa said quickly. "Keep it zipped."
"I think it's time we got something straight, slut," Snake snarled.
"You don't tell me what to do. And you don't tell Tiffany what to do. As
I understand, your principal has you over a barrel. Right now that's a
metaphor, but if you tell me what to do again, it's gonna be the real
thing. I'll find a barrel, and I'll stretch you over it, and I'll dry-
fuck your ass while you scream bloody murder. You got that, you little
piece of shit?"
Lisa stared at Snake, and he stared back. Finally she lowered her
eyes. "I got it."
"Good. Now right off, you call me sir, and you call Tiffany ma'am,
like we were your grandparents or something. When either one of us tells
you to do something, your only response is, "Yes sir" and "Yes ma'am. The
word 'No' or any variation is not in your vocabulary today, missy. You
with me so far? He had stood up while talking and walked over to Lisa.
Because she was so short, he towered over the sophomore girl, his bulk
looming over her.
"Yes sir."
"Good. If you say no, or disobey today, or even make like you don't
want to do something, I'm gonna call my buddy Roger White. He's gonna
turn you over to the cops. That's on Monday. But before he gets you, I'll
take you out to a little place I have. There are a number of guys there
that would love to play games with you. Their favorite game is called
"Guess What's In Your Pussy?" Want to know how it's played, slut?"
Lisa was silent, and Snake continued.
"We get a girl like you, strip her naked, blindfold her, and then hang
her upside down in the middle of the bar by her ankles, with ropes tied
to the ceiling. We spread her legs out as far as they'll go, so she's
like a giant upside-down V, and then we lube up her cunt with some KY
jelly. Then we take turns sticking stuff into her cunt, and she has to
guess what it is. We don't take it out till she guesses right. It might
be a dildo, or a beer bottle, or a guy's fist, or a piece of jagged
glass, or a live mouse. One time, I'll never forget this, one of the sick
bastards stuck the business end of a lit cigarette all the way up inside
some poor fuckin' kid. She was screaming that it was a cigarette, but the
guys wanted to know what brand it was. You know, Marlboro, Merit,
whatever. It went out before she could guess, but she was pretty hoarse
from the screaming by then."
Snake chuckled cruelly.
Lisa Boulet looked pale, and she started to tremble. Tiffany felt
sick to her stomach listening to Snake's description of the sadistic
game, and she wasn't even the one being threatened by it.
"So, you a virgin, slut?" Snake asked Lisa. Her lips were trembling so
bad she could barely answer.
"Yes sir."
"You ever sucked a dick?"
"No sir."
Tiffany was thrilled. This was great! Snake had completely intimidated
Lisa. She wasn't so tough now.
"Well. maybe we'll change both of those facts before the day is over,
and maybe we won't. It all depends on you. Hey, Tiffany!" he yelled,
startling the girl.
"What?" she blurted.
"Before we get going, anything you want Lisa to do here at the house?"
Tiffany hesitated. "Yeah," she said. "Kiss my ass."
"Yes, ma'am," Lisa answered.
"But this time, I want you to kiss it like you mean it. I want you to
kiss my asshole." Tiffany thrilled at giving a command, at the power. She
dropped her skirt and her panties and turned around, presenting her pert
little butt to Lisa Boulet.
In seconds, she felt a mouth at her anus, felt Lisa's obedient lips
there. She reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart.
"Use your tongue. French me," Tiffany commanded. And there it was,
warm and soft and so so wet, Lisa Boulet's tongue, slithering up Tiffany
Daniels' rectum.
"Give it a really good, deep workout, slut!" Tiffany barked. "Don't
stop till I tell you to."
The sophomore worked her tongue in and out and around of Tiffany's
bunghole, which was soon dripping with the girl's spit. Even though she
knew she wasn't even a teeny bit gay, it felt incredibly good to have her
ass rimmed like this. Her clit rumbled and trembled, and her nipples
began to poke up in excitation.
"That's good, Lisa. You can stop."
"Yes, ma'am."
Snake spoke up. "God damn this is gonna be fun!" He adjusted his
bulging cock inside his jeans.
"Steph, why don't you get something for Lisa to wear?" Snake
suggested.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Lisa whined.
"It's nice enough to give a hard-on here and there, but it's not what
I had in mind. Stephanie knows, don't you, babe?"
"Be right back!" Stephanie said, and scampered upstairs. She was back
in a minute, holding one of her own dresses: a thin, diaphanous sundress
that bordered on transparent. It was flesh-colored, as much as it could
be said to have a color at all, and had been sold as a set with an
underslip. Stephanie didn't have the slip with her, but she did have a
pair of Candies, the popular shoes with high wedges.
"Put that on," Snake ordered. Lisa hesitated, and then complied,
reluctantly. She pulled off her T-shirt, exposing her small but very firm
teenaged breasts, topped off with the famous bullets that had given her
her nickname. She blushed, but kept going as Snake and the two Daniels
sisters watched. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts,
took a deep breath, and with one swift motion pulled the shorts and her
panties down to her ankles. The girl stood in the living room, stark
naked. Her body was flawless, as Tiffany already knew, but as Steph and
Snake appreciated freshly. Although compact, she was very curvy. Her dark
pubic patch was cropped very close and trim.
Snake stepped over, bent down and picked up the fallen clothes, then
stuffed them into a black backpack he had stashed next to the Daniels'
sofa. "You'll get these back later, if you're good," he told her. "Now
put on the dress, or else we can hit the mall just as you are."
"Yes sir," Lisa said, and slipped on Stephanie dress. It had spaghetti
straps, and buttoned all the way up the front. It fit her snugly, for
Stephanie wasn't any bigger than Lisa. The effect was spectacular.
Depending on the light and the angle, the dress was either opaque and
suggestive, or as transparent as if the adolescent was wrapped in Saran
Wrap. You could see her nipples, particularly since they were poking out
almost an inch.
Snake eyes the poor, trembling victim's snatch through the thin cloth.
"Man, I love the dress, but I don't want to get busted. Tell you what,
Lisa babe, if you're a really, really good girl on the way to the mall,
maybe I'll give you back your panties when we get there. Does that sound
fair?"
"Yes sir," Lisa said, and her eyes nearly melted with gratitude for
the small favor. She had been focusing on getting her panties back, not
on what Snake had meant about being "really really good." She would find
out soon enough.
"So let's move!" Snake called, and Lisa, Tiffany and Snake headed out
the door.
CHAPTER THREE
THE ONE WITH THE SHOCKING SURPRISE
"Let's get this fuckin' show on the road!" Snake said. "Tiffany,
you're supposed to be the boss here. What do you want to do?"
"Well, there's this mall I know, about a half hour from here, and
we're gonna go there, and have a little fun with Lisa."
"Sounds like a plan. But first, I got one more addition to little
Lisa's outfit. He rummaged around in his knapsack and pulled out a dog
collar. "Here, put this on, slut."
Lisa, still obedient, took it and fastened it around her own neck.
Tiffany smiled at the sight of her rival wearing a see-through dress,
totally nude underneath, and a demeaning dog collar. Snake pulled out a
small padlock the size of a nickel and hooked it through the collar's
clasp, locking it in place.
"Now you're not just Lisa the Slut, you're Lisa the Dog Slut. Are you
gonna be a good doggy?"
"Yes, sir," Lisa answered, her face again bright red with
embarrassment.
"And it's a special dog collar," Snake said, as he pulled something
else from the bag, It was a small device about the size of a deck of
cards, with a red button in the middle. "Here, Tiffany, you do the
honors. Push the button and see what happens."
"AHHHH! Fuck! Fuck!" Lisa suddenly screamed, and began clawing at the
collar around her neck, trying to rip it off.
"That's enough," Snake said. "This is a training collar I use on my
pit bulls. There are little slivers of metal embedded in it, and electric
wires. This here's a remote control. You press the button, doggie gets a
zap. Not enough to do any permanent damage or leave a mark, but it hurts
like a motherfucker. Doesn't it, Lisa?"
"Please take it off!" the girl begged, suddenly on the verge of tears.
"Please, please, I'll do whatever you want. It really hurt!"
"It's just a little extra persuader," Snake said. "The blackmail with
the cops and the threat of a few rounds of 'What's in Your Pussy?' back
at the bar ought to be enough, but I could tell when I saw you that you
weren't going to be an easy filly to tame. This way, if you so much as
look cross-eyed at an order from me or Tiff, you'll get a zap. If I hold
down the button long enough, I can give you pain like you've never known
before. But we don't want that, do we, Lisa Dog?"
"No sir."
"Good. Let's go. I brought my truck, but that little Miata there looks
like fun. Tiffany, put the top down and drive. Lisa, you can sit on my
lap. You got a problem with sitting on my lap for the ride?" he leered,
licking his lips.
"No sir."
Suddenly Tiffany had a thought. "Snake," she said, "back there at the
house, when you asked Lisa if she'd ever sucked a dick? She said she
hadn't. But that was a lie. She sucked Principal White's dick the other
day. Didn't you Lisa?"
Lisa Boulet looked over at Tiffany with a glare of pure hatred.
"Did you lie to me, Lisa?" Snake asked softly.
"I didn't lie. I thought you meant if I had ever done, uh, that,
willingly, like with a guy I liked or something. I didn't think it should
count when I was forced to!"
"It doesn't count?" Snake laughed. "You silly little twat, of course
it counts. You had a cock in your mouth, you sucked it. End of story. I
guess you need a little demonstration of reality, babe. And I'm just the
guy to give it you!"
Snake reached down and grabbed Lisa's dress and pulled it up around her
waist, making her naked from the waist down. Tiffany glanced over and saw
Lisa's pussy, with his sparse covering of light brown hair, exposed in
the sunlight. Snake reached around to his knapsack and pulled out a tube.
"This here is KY Jelly, Lisa Dog. I've been horny as hell since I laid
eyes on you, and I thought it would be fun to tear off a piece of your
sweet young ass while we rocketed down the highway.
"Please don't," Lisa pleaded. "I'm so sorry, please, don't hurt me,
don't make me do this."
Snake twisted in his seat, unfastening his jeans and pulling them
down. His cock popped up, nestled against Lisa's back, and she could feel
the heat radiating off the huge iron spike of his dick. He lubed up his
hard-on with the lubricant as Lisa started to rise up in her seat in a
futile attempt to escape. Tiffany was having trouble keeping her eyes on
the road, as right next to her her enemy was about to get fucked by this
awful man, right in the passenger seat of her car.
"Here goes, baby. Time for a little trip up the Hershey Highway!"
Snake yelled as the wind whipped through the car. He lifted the tiny girl
under both armpits, aimed the purple mushroom head of his penis at the
tiny brown rosebud of her ass, and then settled her back onto his lap.
"Ooooof! Stop, God it hurts, stop, don't do this!" she screamed
"Relax that asshole, girlie, and let my cock do his work, or I'll not
only rape your ass, I'll hold down that button while I'm doing it and
you'll have pain all over that sweet little body."
Lisa was crying now, her fate sealed, nowhere to turn. Tiffany knew
just hot the poor girl felt. She, too, had been tormented and abused by
sadistic older men, she too had had the virginity of her backdoor ripped
away in what was nothing more than rape. She found herself breathing
heavily, her skin tingling all over. She figured it was seeing Lisa get
her comeuppance, rather than any possibility that she was identifying
with the girl's victimization.
"Yeah, baby, come on down," Snake hissed, pulling the struggling,
squealing girl downward. Slowly, her poor rectum stretched out to
accommodate the massive invasion of his penis. He gasped, and she did
too, when the head pooped past her anal ring and began a slow, torturous
journey, a millimeter at a time, up her tight anal passage.
"Thank God for KY!" Snake yelled. "I'd never get up that bunghole
without it!"
"AAAAhhh, it hurts! It hurts! Stop it!" Lisa bellowed in pain. Snake
kept a tight grip on the young cheerleader, holding her in place while he
began thrusting his pelvis upward, burying his monster cock deeper and
deeper into her spasming little orifice.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Lisa wailed.
"Well, for one thing I'm doing it because as soon as I saw you I said
to myself Snake old pal, you gotta get your dick up that ass. For another
thing, this is how you're gonna earn the right to wear those panties at
the mall, rather than have your twat on display for every guy in the
world to ogle. For still another thing, you really ought to thank me,
because if we get to that mall and I'm all horny and tense, I'm gonna be
really mean, but if I've blasted off inside your butt, I'll be a little
more mellow, so again, it's in your best interest. And finally, and I
guess the real reason to all this, is that I'm fucking your ass because
you apparently pissed Tiffany off."
"Ohhh, God, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, Tiffany, please tell him
to stop, he's gonna rip me up down there, it's too big! Tiffany, please,
tell him to stop!" Lisa was screaming as the Miata picked up speed, and
Tiffany just smiled from the driver's seat. This was sweet, sweet
revenge, she thought, getting back in little goody-two-shoes Lisa Bullets
for talking trash about her.
"Oh, a little dick up the ass never hurt anybody," Tiffany said. Snake
thrust upward again, and Lisa could feel his scratchy pubic hair rub
against the tender skin of her butt cheeks. He had buried every bit of
his cock insider her!
"So tell me, Tiff, if you don't mind, what did this little slut do to
you to deserve this?" Snake asked.
"She was talking trash about me," Tiffany said, keeping her eyes on
the road. She was approaching a red light and braked to a stop. "I'm a
senior and she's a sophomore and she didn't know her place."
"That's all?" Snake asked. "Man, that's fuckin' cold. I figured she
stole your boyfriend or something."
"I wouldn't want her fuckwad boyfriend!" Lisa spat.
"Hey, shut up, cunt, or I'll play Bad Doggie with your collar," Snake
growled. Just then a car pulled up beside Tiffany on the passenger side.
A teenaged boy rolled down his window and goggled at the scene next to
him: Beautiful Tiffany driving, Snake in the passenger seat and lovely
Lisa on his lap, wearing a next-to-nothing sundress.
"Dude!" yelled the teenager to Snake. "Way to go!"
Snake turned and smiled and spoke matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I'm fuckin'
her up the ass right now," he said. The light turned green and Tiffany
floored the car as Snake burst into laughter and the teenager's mouth
hung open.
Tiffany found the exit ramp and moved onto the Interstate, as Lisa
Boulet kept up her cries of pain and humiliation at being butt-raped.
"So tell me, Lisa-Doggie, you ever masturbate?" Snake asked. "And
don't lie to me, or I'll sit on this remote control and zap you till your
neck starts to smoke!"
"Yes, sir!" Lisa said. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting
her lower lip in pain as Snake worked his cock in and out of her ass.
"Good!" Snake called to her above the whistling wind. "I want you to
reach down and start playin' with yourself, and I want you to give
yourself a big ol' whoppin' orgasm. As soon as you cum, I'll cum too, and
pull this bad boy out of your butt. But if you don't cum, I'm just gonna
keep fucking you and fucking you and fucking you all the way to the mall.
You got that?"
"Yes, sir," Lisa replied. She instantly got busy, spreading her legs a
little to expose her bare pussy, licking her fingertips and rubbing her
clit.
Tiffany couldn't help but keep glancing over. God, she was getting so
hot, she couldn't believe it. Snake was like a dream come true, so
powerful and sure of himself. He was a guy who didn't mess around, who
got right to the point with giving Lisa 18 kinds of hell. She wondered
what his cock felt like. And as she watched Lisa try to bring herself
off, she thought about touching herself as well. Her clit needed
attention so badly, it was as if it was calling her name: Tiffany! Touch
me! Play with me! Lisa's getting off and you're not!
But she made herself keep both hands on the wheel like her daddy had
taught her. The lightweight convertible was rocking slightly now, as
Snake jerked himself up and down, up and down, plunging himself deeper
and deeper, ravishing the 15-year-old's no-longer-virgin asshole. And
Lisa was contributing too, clutching the dashboard with her left hand so
that her right hand could stay busy on her clit. Tiffany noticed that her
enemy had stopped crying about the pain, and had started making a low
humming sound that sounded almost like a cat purring.
"Ooh, yeah, Lisa baby, I think you're liking it now," Snake said. "I
can feel those muscles of yours giving a massage to my rod. Can you make
yourself cum, Lisa?" He lowered his voice and started whispering into her
like a mantra, repeating over and over, "Cum for me, Lisa, cum for me
slut, cum for me baby, come on baby, rub that clitty, you bad girl, you
fuckin' slut, you're so fuckin' hot, you're the hottest fuckin' chick
ever, cum for me baby..."
"MMMMMM-mmmmmmmm," Lisa hummed. She was concentrating now, trying to
block out that pain of the gigantic cock that was violating her, thinking
about her pussy, about the warmth and the pressure. If she could make
herself cum, her ordeal would be over. "MMMMM-hhmmmmmmm," she moaned,
over and over.
Even with the top down, the Miata felt like it was full of sex,
Tiffany thought. Snake's seductive whisperings, Lisa's moans of pleasure,
her own horniness, all were mixing together into some pheromone-laced
stew of lust. Only they're both going to get off, Tiffany thought, and
I'm not! It's not fair!
"Oh yeah, baby, clamp those muscles down!" Snake suddenly yelled, just
as Lisa burst out, "Ohhhhhh, GOD! GOD! GOD! Yesyesyesyes!" She began to
shake violently and whether ir was her muscles working on his cock or
just him being a man of his word, Snake erupted just then, also, his face
turning red as he pumped his seed deep into the teenager's bottom.
They were both screaming in unison: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Then they were
done. Tiffany squeezed her thighs together, frustrated. She rubbed them
against each other, surreptitiously, trying to get a little friction
going on her own clit. The whole scene had made her incredibly horny, but
she couldn't admit that, couldn't just start diddling herself in front of
the two of them.
"Oh fuck, baby, that was awesome!" Snake said as he lifted Lisa off
his lap and allowed his dick to withdraw. "That's the best teenaged ass
I've ever fucked in my life. If you weren't jailbait, I'd hire you to
come do lap dances at my club!"
"Do I get my panties back?" Lisa asked. Tiffany thought she heard a
tone of seductiveness in Lisa's voice, as if the little tart was flirting
with her tormentor.
"Hell yes! After a fuck like that, you can have anything you want!"
Snake said enthusiastically.
"Hey, I get a say in this!" Tiffany interjected. It was as if Snake
and Lisa were playing their own game, and she was hardly in it anymore.
This was supposed to be her show, damn it!
"You get a say in some things, Tiff," Snake said, eyeing the older
girl. "But I gave Lisa my word she could have her panties after I ass-
fucked her, so I'm gonna keep my word. Now tell me, why are we going to
this particular mall?"
Tiffany hesitated. The reason, of course, was that this was where,
White, Green, Brown and Black had taken her last year, where she had been
forced to blow a Gap clerk and strip to the waist and walk around with
metal balls stuck up inside her. It somehow seemed appropriate for her
revenge on Lisa to take the younger girl to the same place. But she
couldn't say any of that, as she didn't want Snake or Lisa to know the
horrible secrets of her past.
"It's just a cool mall," Tiffany said. Snake looked at her curiously,
not believing her.
She was confused. Snake and Lisa seemed to have bonded somehow during
the trip. They'd had a simultaneous orgasm, and now were talking more
like friends and less like enemies. Her sexual frustration made her head
feel all wooly. This wasn't going the way she had planned at all. This
was supposed to be her day, and it was slipping from her grasp.
The mall exit came up, and she turned off the interstate.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE ONE WITH THE OLD SWITCHEROO
Tiffany sat in the parking lot of Southlands Mall, trying to control
her shivering. What was wrong with her? This was her show, she told
herself. She was the boss, Lisa was the slave, Snake was there to help
her humiliate Lisa, just as she had been humiliated here last year.
Maybe it was the horniness, from having to sit there and drive while
Snake had raped Lisa's ass and then listen to the two of them cum. Maybe
it was excitement. Maybe it was the memory of that night Roger White and
the others had taken her here, the way they had handcuffed her and
fingered her in the back seat of the SUV, forcing her to sing "I am 16
Going on 17." It had been a horrible, horrible night, the confused
teenager thought, and yet one that she could not forget.
Get a grip, girl, she said to herself. Her nipples were aching, her
skin was burning, and her pussy seemed to be leaking juice. She felt
buzzed, like when she had been forced to smoke a joint, but it wasn't a
mellow buzz. It was jangly, harsh.
Lisa was standing next to the Miata, pulling her panties on under the
sheer sundress.
"Jesus Christ, my poor little butt hurts!" she whined. "I can barely
even walk!"
"I have that effect on women," Snake said boasted. "And anyway, even
if your asshole hurts, I'll be that little pussy of yours feels pretty
fine after the workout she got."
"No thanks to you!" Lisa shot back.
"Hey, slut!" Snake said. "Don't forget. We ain't equals. The proper
response is 'Yes, sir.' Now, does your pussy feel good, you little slut?"
"Yes sir,"
"That's better," Snake said, as he shouldered his black knapsack. "So,
Tiffany, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"Well, I don't have a specific plan yet, but I figured we'd make
something up once we got inside," she answered.
"You don't have a plan?" Snake asked.
"Uh, no," she replied, feeling suddenly inadequate. Why couldn't she
think up creative ways to embarrass Lisa? Everyone she knew seemed to be
able to come up with ways to embarrass Tiffany.
"Whatever," Snake sighed, and she could tell he was disappointed.
The trio entered through the Sears entrance. "So you want me to just
kinda take over?" Snake asked.
"Uh, sure," Tiffany said. "For now, anyway."
"Well, then, Lisa, here's your first little assignment for the
afternoon." He reached into the bag and pulled out an enormous black
dildo. Made of molded rubber and contoured with frighteningly realistic
bulging veins, it was as big around as a man's forearm and 12 inches
long. Snake handed the monstrosity to little Lisa.
"We'll go to the tool department or someplace where there's plenty of
guys and find a male clerk. You will go up to him and tell him you need
replacement batteries for your vibrator here. You'll get him to put the
batteries in, and make sure it works properly. You will pretend the whole
time that you're just a little cocktease, and not give any sign that
you're doing this against your will. If your performance doesn't convince
me and Tiffany, we'll just head on over to my bar for a few rounds of
"Guess What's In Your Pussy." You got it, ass-slut?"
Lisa swallowed. "Yes, sir," she said meekly.
In the tool department, Tiffany instantly saw the clerk she wanted. He
was a young black man, tall and handsome, in his early 20s. "That's your
guy," she said to Lisa, pointing out the clerk.
The young girl squared her shoulder and marched off, with Snake and
Lisa trailing behind. They kept close enough to listen, but far enough
away to make it look as if Lisa was alone in the store.
"Excuse me, sir," Lisa said to the clerk. "Can you help me a minute?"
"Ma'am," said the clerk. He turned to Lisa and his eyes bulged out
like a cartoon character when he saw the humongous purple-black cock she
was holding. It didn't even register at first how she was dressed, but
then he adjusted his gaze and took in the whole scene: a short, gorgeous
teenage girl wearing what amounted to a see-through dress. With no bra!
Damn, he could see her titties right through the material!
"My, uh, uh, my vibrator here is out of batteries. Do you sell
batteries?"
"Jesus, lady!" the clerk sputtered. "What the hell are you doing
carrying a thing like that around in Sears!"
Lisa blushed furiously. Tiffany could tell it was difficult for the
high school girl to go on, but Lisa plunged ahead.
"Can you just get me some batteries?"
"Yeah, yeah, c'mere," the clerk said, and pulled Lisa behind a
display.
"What size?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, let's open it up and see." He unscrewed the bottom as if it was
a flashlight, and out popped four D batteries. "Mmm, some real power
here," he muttered. "Damn, girl, you got a set of balls on you, you don't
mind my saying so. You just wave that thing around like it was cotton
candy."
"Can I just have my batteries?" Lisa asked. Tiffany had moved a few
feet away, and could see the desperate, anxious look on Lisa's face.
The clerk had regained his composure after his surprise, and was
starting to toy with the helpless victim. He figured any girl brazen
enough to dress like this and wave a huge black dildo around in public
wouldn't be adverse to a little flirting.
"Sure, I'll get 'em for you, baby. But let me ask you, you use that
thing often?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
He lowered his voice. "Ever try the real thing?"
Lisa stared at the floor.
"No."
"So you like to pretend, is that it?"
"Uh, I guess."
"Do you prefer a black one to a white one? Cause I know you could buy
a white one, but you must like it black. Am I right, baby?"
"I guess."
"You guess? Just answer the question. Do you like black or white
better?"
"I don't know. Please, can I just have the batteries?"
The clerk realized that no matter how big a slut she was, she was
still a customer and he was on thin ice.
"Sure, baby, here you go," he said, and handed over a four-pack.
"Could you, uh, put 'em in please, sir?" Lisa asked.
The clerk couldn't help himself. His cock was raging in his pants,
wanting to get at this sweetheart of a young white slut. "You want me to
put it in, baby? Is that what you want?" he teased.
"The batteries," Lisa said. She looked as if she was about to burst
into tears.
"Yeah, I'd like to put something in," the clerk said, leering. "I'd
like to put something in good and deep, baby." He moved closer to Lisa.
The display was blocking them from view of most of the people in the
store. He had to see how far he could go. He reached out a hand, slowly,
and brushed it down the front of her thin dress. Lisa shuddered, but knew
she dare not back away, with Tiffany and Snake luring nearby and spying.
"You like that, baby?" the clerk asked. "Yeah, I think you like it
black. That's why you came to me instead of someone else." His hand
lingered on her stomach, above the dress, and slowly, slowly moved down
toward her crotch. Lisa held her breath.
The clerk's hand settled on the teenager's crotch. He pressed one
finger in, right onto her clit, pressing through the dress and the cotton
panel of her white panties. She could feel the pressure on her clit, and
the little button was still sensitive from the orgasm she'd just had in
the car. But she couldn't tell him to stop. Snake had given her
instructions.
"Damn, lookit how hard your little nipples are," the clerk said.
Indeed, they were poking straight out, making painfully obvious bumps in
the sundress. "I'll bet those little boys would like a nice kiss,
wouldn't they baby. Or maybe I oughta call you a 'ho." He was speaking
softly so that only she could hear him, and began to work his finger up
and down, teasing and tickling her clitoris through the fabric. Lisa bit
her lip to keep from moaning. It was the most awful, repellent moment in
her 15 years, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was aroused as
well.
"I get off in 2 hours. Why don't you meet me back here and I'll take
you home and give your white ass a fuck like it's never had before. What
you say, my little honky ho?"
"What the hell is going on here, Tyrone?!?!"
The voice startled both the clerk and Lisa, both of whom had sunk into
a near-hypnotic trance. They wheeled and saw an obese white man in his
40s, his hands on his fat hips.
"Tyrone, if you want to play with your girlfriend, do it on your own
time. Or I'll fire your ass. You got that?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Miller, I'm sorry sir," Tyrone babbled, backing away
from Lisa Boulet as if she were suddenly radioactive.
Miller, the assistant manager, looked at Lisa. "Young lady," he said
pompously, "it's not my place to tell people how to dress, but that
outfit is totally inappropriate to be wearing in public. I suggest you
change, or go somewhere else.'
"Yes sir!" Lisa bleated. She tucked the dildo under her folded arms,
trying her best to hide it, and walked away as quickly as she could. She
was almost to the exit when Snake and Tiffany caught up with her.
"Oh, God, that was awful!" Lisa wailed. "I feel like shit. Did you see
what that asshole was doing?"
"You bet I did!" Tiffany said. She was breathing hard. "So who's the
big shot now, Lisa?"
Lisa turned to Snake. "Can I speak my mind without getting more
punishment?" she asked.
"Well, you're gonna get more punishment no matter what," he said, "so
you might as well speak your mind."
"Tiffany Daniels, I hate you! I loathe and despise you! I wouldn't
piss in your mouth if your lungs were on fire. And I swear to you, when
this is over, I'm going to get revenge on you. And you will remember it
for the rest of your scummy life!"
"Whoa, babe!" Snake said. "What a speech! But let me remind you,
you're the one who's in trouble with the principal, not Tiffany. So you
can talk all you want, but we're here action."
"Yeah!" said Tiffany. "I'm not afraid of you."
Lisa glared at Tiffany with a penetrating stare of pure hatred.
"Come on, let's hit the mall, ladies," Snake said. "This is not the
time or place for a catfight. Although ..." he trailed off, and his eyes
glittered with the fantasy that had just popped into his mind -- of
Tiffany and Lisa squaring off in a vicious, clothes-ripping, hair-
pulling, nipple-clawing catfight to in front of a gang of hooting, horny
men. Maybe he'd stand by with a hose, and wet 'em down every once in a
while.
"Although nothing!" Tiffany shot back. "Let's go."
As Tiffany had anticipated, Lisa's dress caused a sensation in the
mall. It was hilarious to watch guys as they walked toward them, and
suddenly realized that they could see right through the sheer covering.
They'd stare and ogle. A gang of teenaged boys broke into guffaws and
started nudging each other frantically, pointing and whispering. A man
with his wife almost walked into a pillar he was staring so hard. Several
males would walk past the trio, then turn around and start following
them. When Tiffany glanced over her shoulder, there were 10 or 12 guys,
mostly young but also a couple of middle-aged pervs, sauntering along
behind Lisa, all of them trying to look nonchalant, but scoping out her
flawless young body.
"The guys seem to like you today," Tiffany teased.
"Shut up!" Lisa snapped.
"Hey, remember what I told you back at the house. You got to speak
your mind back there at Sears, but the proper response to Tiffany is Yes
Ma'am!" Snake corrected.
"Yes, sir," Lisa said. Two black teenagers came ambling toward Lisa
and walked right up to her. "Hey, baby, lookin mighty fine today!" one
said, stopping in front of her and blocking her path. "Nice dress. And I
like the dog collar, too."
Snake stepped over to the youth and glared at him menacingly. "She's
with me," he growled. "Move on, punk." The two caught the potential for
violence in Snake's aura and did as they were told.
"Hey, check this place out," Snake said, pointing to store window. It
had a display of a skull with red eyes smoking a fake joint, and was hung
with black leather gear, Goth clothes, studded bracelets and the like.
"This looks like my kind of place," he said. "Let's go in and check it
out."
Tiffany looked up at the name of the store. The Rave. She instantly
remembered what had happened to her here, in this very store.
"Uh, could we not? It looks kinda creepy."
"Fuck that," Snake said. "I want to check out the gear. You said you
don't have any plans, so let's go on in."
"Please." Tiffany was rooted to the floor outside, unable to move.
Lisa looked confused.
"What's the big deal?" Snake said. "Come on. I'm runnin' this show,
and I say get your ass in there, Tiffany."
With a sense of dread, Tiffany walked into the Rave, along with Snake
and Lisa. The store was crammed with shelves and displays: T-shirts with
profanity splashed across the front, marijuana paraphernalia, leather
pants, ska and punk CDs, obscene bumper stickers. Half a dozen mall rats
- suburban kids who fancied themselves hard-core rebels, even while they
drove the family van to the mall - were hanging around. They all turned
and stared at Lisa as she entered.
All except one guy. The sales clerk was huge, a biker-type with a
handlebar moustache. Tiffany recognized him immediately, the man she had
thought of as "Mr. Dangerous" last year when she had been forced by Mr.
Green to expose her breasts in the middle of the store. He had ogled and
pawed her, and although worse things had been done to her since, the
memory still burned in her brain.
And Mr. Dangerous recognized Tiffany.
"Well, well, well," he said, approaching her. "Look who's back. I was
afraid I'd never get to see you again, sweetheart. Where's your
boyfriend?"
Tiffany was paralyzed with anxiety. Snake spoke up. "She's with me. My
name's Snake."
Mr. Dangerous stuck out a hand. "Snake, huh. I like that. I'm Doc. You
ride?"
"Some, but not in a club."
"Some fine lookin' ladies you got with you today, Snake. Look like
jailbait, but hey, old enough to bleed, old enough to breed is what I
always say. And this one here must be back for round two."
"You mean Tiffany?" Snake asked. "I don't know about round two. Tell
me about round one, Doc."
"Doc!" Tiffany cried out, trying to derail this horrible chain of
events. She was about to be exposed in front of Snake and Tiffany - not
physically, like before, but her past. This couldn't be happening.
"Please! We have to go now. Snake, can we go now. Lisa, come on. I
order you to come with me."
"Chill out, Tiff," Snake ordered. "Talk to me, Doc."
Tiffany thought about running, but what would that do? Snake and Lisa
would still hear the story. If she stayed, maybe she could distract Doc,
or Snake, or something. But Doc was already telling it, and Lisa in
particular was all ears.
"So she comes in here with this old guy, old enough to be her father,
but if it's daddy, then she's ready for her Jerry Springer close-up, if
you know what I mean, cause it's obvious he's got the hots for her. He
picks out this halter and makes her try it on, and won't let her go to
the dressing room. He just gives her this look, and she takes her top off
right here where we're standing, in front of customers."
"We're talking about Tiffany, this girl here?" Snake asked, grabbing
Tiffany firmly by the arm in case she tried to run.
"Yeah, the one with the monster tits. I remember her cause she looks
like that Anna Kournikova, that chick tennis player who always dresses
like she's ranked No. 1 on the pro circuit in being a cock tease. So
Tiffany here is a cock tease as well. She's letting us check out her
rack, and there's 5 or 6 of us all around her, and she won't even cover
up, cause apparently old guy won't let her. Finally he asks me to help
her get the halter on. It's too small, but I don't care, cause I'm
coppin' feels like there's no tomorrow. Isn't that right, Tiffany?"
The poor youngster was stricken, like a deer in the headlights. "It's
a lie!" she blurted. It was her only chance. "He's lying!" she cried to
Snake.
"The fuck I am," Doc said, getting angry. "You stupid cunt. We had a
surveillance camera that got the whole thing. I dubbed a copy of the tape
and played it for my friends, cause I knew they would never believe some
stuck-up prick teasing high school shit would come here and wiggle her
tits at me like she was some stripper."
"I'm not some stripper!" Tiffany protested.
"Well, you were that night," Doc said. "You want me to get the tape
and play it for your friends?"
"No! No, don't!"
"So I'm telling the truth, right bitch?"
Tiffany hung her head. "Yes," she whispered.
Lisa was grinning broadly at this unexpected and, to her, wonderful
piece of news. Snake was thinking.
"So she just stripped naked right here in the store?" he asked Doc.
"Naw, not naked. I wish. She kept her skirt on. But those titties, man
oh man, they are about the finest on the planet."
"Maybe we ought to see if we can re-enact that night. Only this time
make her get naked," Snake said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he
tightened his fingers around Tiffany's arm. The helpless cheerleader
struggled to get away and make a run for it, but couldn't.
With his free hand, Snake pulled a key from his pocket and tossed it
to Lisa. "Lisa, unlock that collar around your neck, take it off and put
it on Tiffany here. We're gonna have a little change of plans."
"Yesss!" said Lisa, and pumped her fist in the air.
"Nooooooo!" begged Tiffany. "Snake, you promised to help me. You
promised Stephanie, remember? I'm supposed to be in charge."
Snake was grinning widely. "Shut up and listen," he told the captive
teen. "Maybe we'll go back to that plan, and maybe we won't. Right now
I'm improvising. My new friend Doc here has just told me a cool story,
and I want to pay him back."
"Make Lisa do it!" Tiffany said. "Strip Lisa! She's younger than me!
Doc hasn't seen her tits yet!"
The customers had gathered around the small group now, all watching
silently as Lisa looped the dog collar around Tiffany's neck. She tried
to bob her head back and forth, but Lisa grabbed her hair and pulled
hard, and soon had the collar buckled. She quickly snapped the small
padlock on it.
"You know, Doc, maybe this is a little too public for this," Snake
suggested. "You got a store room in back or something?"
"Yeah, sure, let me hang out the sign,' Doc said. He pulled the
sliding glass wall across the front of the store and hung a sign that
said "Back in 15 Minutes." "You guys want to join us?" he asked the
handful of young male customers.
"Shit yeah!" they exploded in a chorus.
Snake had handed the remote control to Lisa. He looked directly into
Tiffany's eyes and spoke softly to her. "Lisa has the remote now, Tiff.
And she just swore revenge on you. If you do not do exactly what I say,
Lisa is going to zap you. You don't know yet how badly that little dog-
training collar can hurt. It 's your choice: You can either come in the
storeroom and show us your goodies, or Lisa can make you roll around on
the floor in unimaginable pain, and I'll have these horny boys just rip
the clothes right off your body.
"Your choice, Tiff. Let's go."
Tiffany, Lisa, Snake, Doc and the six suburban mall punks pushed aside
a curtain and walked into the back store room.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE ONE WITH THE RING AROUND THE CHEERLEADER
"Please don't do this to me, Snake," Tiffany whispered as she was
marched into the back of the store. "I'll do something nice for you. I'll
give you a blow job if you let me go. I could give you a really good blow
job, Snake."
"You'd give me a blow job?" Snake shouted so that everyone could hear.
Tiffany had been trying to negotiate her way out of this trap, but Snake
was obviously enjoying her torment, and wanted to increase it. "Hey guys,
Tiffany here says she'll blow me if I'll let her go. This sweet little
cheerleader chick is offering to suck my dick!"
The teen boys all snickered and laughed. "We wanna see her naked!" one
called out.
"OK, we'll vote," Snake said as the small crowd arrived in the
storeroom. "Everyone who wants to see this beautiful girl without a
stitch of clothes on, raise your hand." All the boys raised their hands,
as did Doc, as did Lisa, smiling cruelly.
"And everyone who wants me to let her go, in exchange for which I get
to slide my cock into that hot little Tiffany mouth and pump my seed into
her belly, but the rest of you don't get dick, raise your hand." Snake
raised his hand, but Tiffany could tell he was just mocking her.
"Democracy in action, Tiff," he said to her. Everyone had formed a
ring around Tiffany now, and she could feel their lust radiating off them
in waves. She worried that a gang rape could be in the offing. Snake was
completely in control, and if he wanted her to be gang raped, it would
happen, she knew.
"What I think I want to see here," Snake said, "is for Tiffany here to
put on the dress that Lisa is wearing. So Lisa, first you need to take
off that dress, and then you can have your other clothes back out of my
bag. Tiffany, while Lisa is taking off the dress, you take off all your
clothes. Everything. You have 60 seconds. Go!"
Tiffany just stood there, frozen. She couldn't do it. "Take it off!
Take it off!" the boys began to chant.
"Thirty seconds," Snake said. "Lisa, gimme that remote." Lisa handed
it to him and Snake held it up menacingly so that Tiffany could see it.
She looked over at Lisa, and saw that the younger girl had stepped out of
the dress and now stood there stark naked in her shoes. None of the boys
were watching Lisa, though, as they were all still in a ring around the
cheerleader, chanting.
She had no choice. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly, unsnapped her
plaid skirt and let it slip down to her ankles. The boys began whistling
and giggling at the sight of her white cotton bra and panties. She looked
at Snake, who just held up the remote. She knew she had only a few second
left, and she quickly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her
magnificent 36-C breasts, so perky and white against her tan skin, seemed
to fill the room with their sheer perfection. She slid her panties down
her tan, well-muscled legs, and crossed one leg in front of the other to
hide her pubic patch from the lustful gazes of the boys. She crossed her
arms across her tits.
Lisa had handed Snake the dress and quickly rooted through his
backpack to get her clothes back. As everyone stared at Tiffany, Lisa
dressed quickly.
"Would you like the dress, Tiffany?" Snake taunted, holding it out,
but just out of her reach.
"Yes, please," she said. Her voice squeaked.
"I'll give it to you, but I don't think this modesty is what the boys
here had in mind. I think they wanted to see all of you. So I want you to
lace your fingers behind your head and stick those titties out like
you're proud of 'em. And I want you to stand with your legs about a foot
apart. And hold the pose."
"Yeah, baby, do it!" a teenager yelled. "Fuckin' A, let's see some
pussy!" shouted another. The air was thick with testosterone and
Tiffany's mortification.
"Please don't make me," she begged. "Please let me have the dress."
"Assume the position. As soon as you assume the position," Snake told
her, "I'll stop telling the boys here all the details of your personal
life. Gentlemen, this young lady's name is Tiffany Daniels. She's 17
years old, and she's a cheerleader at Daniels High School in Beverly. So
if you want to see her again, just come to a football or basketball game
at Daniels, and she'll be there, shaking her pom poms."
"Stop it!" Tiffany shrieked. He would leave her with no privacy at
all.
"Shall I tell them your home address and phone number?" Snake asked.
"No!" Tiffany said. She forced herself to take the stance Snake had
demanded. Her hands were laced behind her head, which caused her
magnificent tits to jut out even more. The nipples responded to the air
conditioning, swelling into little pink eraser tips. She shuffled her
feet apart, exposing her blonde public hair to the steamy stares of the
crowd.
"There she is boys!" Snake crowed. "Your very own naked cheerleader.
Tiffany, why don't you ask the boys to touch your tits?"
"NOOOO!" she cried.
"I think the proper response is 'Yes, sir," Snake corrected. He pushed
the remote control button for the briefest millisecond, just enough to
give Tiffany a stab of electric pain. It was short, but terribly painful,
and her knees almost buckled.
"B-b-b-boys," the naked cheerleader stammered, "would you like to
touch my tits? Please be gentle!" she added.
The suburban homeys pressed forward, hands outstretched. In a flash,
six pairs of hands were on Tiffany's tits, molding them and kneading
them, poking and tweaking the nipples, which got harder and harder with
all the attention. Tiffany Daniels kept her hands laced behind her head,
as a tear rolled down her cheek over the way she was being defiled, the
group grope of her poor beautiful breasts.
"OK, guys, step back, you'll rub em off," Snake joked. "Now I guess
our little game wouldn't be complete without getting to touch her pussy"
- the tension in the room suddenly shot up several levels -- "but I think
six fingers up Tiffany's cunt would just stretch it out so bad that her
future husband would never get a truly righteous fuck. So settle down,
dudes. Doc, you're the guy who got us started on this, you wanna get some
stinky pinky?"
Doc stepped forward and approached Tiffany. "Please don't hurt me,
please be gentle," she said. She couldn't stop it, she could only try to
make it less awful.
Doc stuck his index finger in his mouth and wetted it, then stood
right in front of Tiffany, only a couple of inches away. He dropped his
hand, and she felt his finger, tickling her labia, parting the pubic
hair, slowly wiggling its way up into her pussy.
"You like being finger-fucked, Tiffany?" he asked in what he hoped was
a seductive voice.
She knew what she had to answer to keep from getting zapped. "Yes,
sir." Doc drove his finger in a little farther. Tiffany gasped, and the
room seemed to hold its breath. They watched his arm begin to move, up
and down, gently but insistently, as he began to frig the poor girl.
"She was already kinda wet," Doc said to Snake.
"Were you wet, Tiffany?" Snake asked. "What got you wet? Was it the
boys grabbing your titties? Was it showing off your body to everyone? Ya
know, I got this theory about cheerleaders, Tiffany. I think cheerleaders
are exhibitionists who get off on flashing their panties and thrusting
their chests out in front of lots of people, but in a safe, permissible
way. They know that the men in the crowd are all getting major wood,
wanting to fuck em, but they can't. It's like prick-teasing on a mass
scale."
He whirled around on Lisa. "Hey there slut, I haven't forgotten about
you. Give me an honest answer. When cheerleaders are out there shaking
their booties and jumping around in tight sweaters with all those guys
staring at them, are they getting off on it?"
"Uh, yeah, a little I guess," Lisa said.
A groan from Tiffany brought the attention back to her. "Am I hurting
you, cunt?" Doc asked fiercely. "Or are you getting off? Cause you're
pretty wet, I don't see how I could be hurting you." He sawed his index
finger in and out of the teen's moist little slit.
Doc dragged his finger slowly out from between Tiffany's labia and
moved it up to her clit. The combination of sexual stimulation and fear
had made that pink button of ultra-sensitive flesh a little bit exposed,
and as Doc roughly brushed his finger against it, Tiffany couldn't help
herself. She let out an involuntary moan of sexual pleasure. Encouraged,
Doc began to rub the poor teen's clit in earnest.
"She's lovin' it!" he announced to the gathering of boys, who pressed
in closer to see.
"I've got an idea!" Snake announced. "Since Tiffany's so horny today,
we're gonna help her cum. Who wants to see Tiffany have an orgasm?"
"Fuck that!" called one of the teenaged boys. "I wanna have one. Let's
rape the cunt right here. She wants some cock, I got some right here," he
said, fondling an enormous bulge in his baggy shorts.
"I sympathize, pal," Snake said. "But I don't think a gang rape right
here and now is a good idea. Anyone could walk in, and it would take a
while. And if one of you gets to fuck her, then everyone should get a
shot. So I'm in charge, and nobody's gonna fuck the cunt right now.
Anybody got a problem with that?" He gave the group a hard stare. They
all looked down, grumbling and mumbling, but Snake's authority over the
bizarre scene was absolute.
Tiffany was still standing at attention, legs spread, hands laced
behind her head, having her increasingly wet pussy rubbed by the guy
named Doc. "Tiffany, what do you say?" Snake asked her.
She was baffled. She didn't know what he wanted.
"I don't know," she squeaked.
"Wrong answer! Zap!" Snake shouted, pressing the remote. At the same
moment, the dog collar around her neck was suddenly alive with
electricity, shocking the girl. She screamed, and pulled her hands around
to try to pull the infernal device away from her skin. The buzzing,
burning feeling was agonizing.
Snake stopped. "You're supposed to thank me, Tiffany," he said. "These
guys wanted to gang-bang you, and I could have just stood by and let
them, but I saved your ass."
"Thank you, sir," Tiffany said.
"That's better. Now, consider your answer very carefully, and remember
what I can do if I don't like that answer. Yes or no. Would you like to
give these boys a demonstration of what a real live cheerleader having an
orgasm looks like?"
She knew what she had to say. Knew she had no choice.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, what?"
Damn him! Tiffany thought. He's just rubbing my nose in every second
of this.
"Yes, I'd like to show these boys and orgasm."
"Well, that's just swell, Tiffany. Pick out the boy you'd like to have
it with."
God, would this never end? she thought. She looked at the leering,
grinning, mouth-breathing idiots surrounding her. Back at Daniels, where
she was the unofficial queen, she would never give any of these losers
the time of day. One boy seemed at least smaller and shyer and less
hideous than the rest, and she knew she had to decide, so she pointed.
"Him."
"Come on down, bud!" Snake called like a game show host. "What's your
name."
"Tommy."
"And how old are you, Tommy?"
"13."
"And have you ever tasted a girl's pussy, Tommy?" Snake asked.
"Uh, uh, I guess not." It was obvious that Tommy was as nervous as
Tiffany.
"Well, it's your lucky day. But first, a little something to make this
more fun." He pulled from his backpack a small plastic egg, which looked
to Tiffany and Tommy and the group exactly like one of those plastic
Easter Eggs that spilt in half. It had a tiny switch on the bottom, and
when Snake thumbed the switch, it began to vibrate, making a low humming
sound.
"Behold the vibrating egg," he said. "Horny women pick these babies up
at Fredericks of Hollywood. I was planning on using it on Lisa over
there, but things change, and you gotta go with the flow, go where it
takes ya. So Tiffany, I want you to reach down with both hands and pry
those pussy lips open as far wide open as they will go, and maybe bend
your knees a little, so we can get this bad boy up inside you."
Tiffany pleaded with her tormentor with her big blue eyes, but she
knew there would be no pity or reprieve. She did as she was told. To her
surprise, Snake popped the plastic egg into his mouth, held it there,
then pulled it out. "Gotta get it good and wet for ya," he said, a nasty
twinkle in his eye.
Snake knelt in front of the cheerleader, and deftly, gently even,
began to insert the vibrating egg up into her pussy, jostling it gently
back and forth, working it up inside. The boys in the ring around the
cheerleader seemed to be holding their breath. So was Lisa, watching
wide-eyed from the sidelines. She realized that if the store clerk hadn't
recognized Tiffany from her last trip, that she would have been the one
surrounded by horny guys, naked, with a vibrating egg stuck up her pussy.
Finally it was in place. And to Tiffany, it felt like the center of
her universe. The egg wasn't uncomfortable, it just felt so big down
there, stuffing her full, and it kept buzzing and buzzing and vibrating.
It made her feel like she wanted to pee, made her feel all weird and
tingly. She knew, although she hated to admit, that it felt good, it felt
fucking great in fact.
"Now kneel down here, Tommy," Snake was instructing, and place your
hands on her hips like this, and move your face in there so your mouth is
lined up with her pussy. Right at the top of her lips there's a little
piece of flesh called the clitoris, and that's what you need to lick to
make her cum. Pretend it's an ice cream cone, but don't take your tongue
off. Just move your tongue up and down, starting slow, then getting
faster."
Tiffany felt the young boy's tongue touch her clit, already excited by
Doc, and she yelped. She couldn't help it. The contact of the warm, wet
tongue, the buzzing of the egg pressed up inside her, were sexually
overwhelming. She thought about fighting it, but knew Snake would make
her stand there until she had an orgasm. She might as well get it over
with, and give him what he wanted.
She thought of Hayden. Pretended it was Hayden, her beloved, who was
licking her between her legs. Without realizing what she was doing, she
put her hands on the back of Tommy's head and pulled him into her sweet,
needy wetness, into her pussy. "Oh, yes, oh yes, lick me oh lick me!" she
cried out.
The boys were all goggled-eyed as they watched the beautiful young
girl squeeze her eyes tight and surrender herself to the inexperienced
but inescapably blissful tongue work of young Tommy. They couldn't read
Tiffany's mind, that she had constructed a fantasy of Hayden going down
on her. They just saw her slutty behavior, and commented on it. "What a
fuckin' slut." "Man, she is one horny cunt!" "Jesus, what a ho!" That one
drew a raucous laugh from the crowd.
Tiffany was only partly aware of the jeering mob of boys. She began
thrusting her pelvis forward to meet Tommy's tongue, and as she moved her
hips, the egg inside of her shifted slightly, changing positions, sending
off its signals in unexpected new ways. "Oh, oh!" she yelped, lost in the
building ecstasy.
"Make her cum!" yelled a boy, and it soon became a chant: "Make her
cum! Maker cum! Even Doc and Lisa took up the chant, although Snake
remained calm and silent, watching the scene he had created. His dark
eyes burned with lust, and he was already thinking ahead to his next move
in the game, like a master chess player.
Tiffany could feel the powerful orgasm building in her, getting closer
and closer. Her clit felt as it if had swelled to the size of a grape, it
felt enormous, and every time Tommy's tongue passed over the surface, she
wanted him to just take it into his mouth and suck on it, like a tiny
dick. She barely even heard her own voice when she yelled out, "Suck my
clit! Suck it! Suck it, please oh God suck it!" Tommy heard her, and
followed her instructions, pulling the pulsing nubbin into his mouth and
sucking on it like a tiny nipple.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Tiffany moaned. Her hands clutched Tommy's hair, two
iron grips, and she whipped her hips into the poor boy's face as he
mouthed her to an orgasm. He could feel her thighs trembling, the heat
radiating out of he pussy, and he could taste the strange, salty taste of
her love juice as it gushed out of her teenaged hole.
"FUCK! FUCK! OHHHHH GOD!" Tiffany screamed as her body exploded in a
mind-blowing orgasm. She felt as if her molecules were flying apart, and
even though part of her knew the humiliating circumstances of where she
was, another part of her kept pretending it was sweet, kind Hayden who
was working this sexual mojo on her.
She released her grip on Tommy and step back. Tommy stood up and
grinned at his friends. His face was as glazed as a Krispy Kreme donut
with Tiffany's juices, his lips puffy. He had an idiotic smile on his 13-
year-old face, and a raging boner in his pants that he would take care of
in a men's room stall as soon as he could make a decent exit from the
group.
"Cool!" one of the boys yelled, and they burst into spontaneous
applause.
"How about that, Tiffany?" Snake cracked. "You just got a standing O!"
CHAPTER SIX
THE ONE WITH THE HELTER SKELTER
Snake told the guys in no uncertain terms that the show was over, and
they left, grumbling and adjusting their crotches. He gave Tiffany the
dress, and she struggled into it, still in a post-orgasmic semi-daze. She
got it on, but could barely get it buttoned.
When she was done, Snake was glad there was no mirror in the store
room, so the proud girl could not see how trashy she looked. She was
disheveled from her climax, her hair mussed, her eyes a little wild. And
the sundress that had been a little snug on Lisa was absolutely obscene
on Tiffany, who was several inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than the
younger pixie. The hemline barely covered her ass and crotch, and the
buttons that went up the front were fastened, but straining, right on the
verge of popping. There were large gaps between the button holes where
stretches of bare flesh were visible. The incredibly thin, nearly
transparent fabric was pulled taut all over her body, stretched thinly
across her nipples, which poked straight out through the dress, across
her flat, smooth belly, and stretched nearly to the breaking point across
the rounded curves of her delicious young ass. The effect was actually
worse than being naked, Snake thought; it was like walking around with a
huge sign saying "I'm a cheap, worthless slut." He smiled.
"What do you think of our girl, Lisa?" he asked.
"Looks like the slut she is," Lisa offered.
"Hey!" Tiffany said. "When we get out of this store, aren't we going
back to me being the top and Lisa being the bottom? That was our deal,"
she whined.
"Yeah, I know it was, Tiff, but plans change," Snake said. "I'm making
this up as I go along. And to be honest, you're not much of a top. You
were letting me take the lead when we had Lisa in the collar, when you
should have had her jumping through hoops."
"Well, I was gonna," Tiffany pouted.
"Woulda shoulda coulda," Snake taunted. "I think in fairness I ought
to give Lisa a chance to be a top for a little bit, and see which one of
you girls is the more natural top and which is the natural bottom."
"That's not fair," Tiffany shot back, but she could feel that her will
was nowhere near as strong as Snake's. And anyway, she was still wearing
the collar.
Unexpectedly, Snake began singing softly.
"When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide/
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride/
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
"Helter Skelter, baby," he said to Tiffany. "An old Beatles tune.
Charlie Manson got his hands on it and fucked it all up, and I don't
really know what the hell they were singing about in the first place. But
it reminds me of you. You think you're on top, but you're really just
headin' down the slide for the bottom. And every time you think you're
gonna be on top, the bottom is your destiny."
Lisa walked over to Snake and stood on her tiptoes, pulling his face
down. She whispered into his ear. Tiffany started to step forward to
break it up, but snake held the remote out in front of him just pointed
at her, and she stopped. Snake listened to Lisa's whispered suggestion,
and as he listened, a smile broke out on his face.
"Damn, girl!" he said when she was done. "You got a fuckin' nasty
streak in you."
"What? What?" Tiffany demanded. She could feel the balance of power
shifting, sense how shaky her position was.
"Lisa has suggested a little, uh, test for you, Tiffany. If you pass
the test, she will go back to being your slave for the week, just like
the original plan. If you fail the test, then you will be HER slave for
the week, starting right now in the mall."
"What's the test?" Tiffany asked, her heart pounding with rising
anxiety. Lisa hated her, and had good reason to enact a terrible revenge.
"I'll tell you in a little bit. Wait here, and I'll be back in a
minute." He handed Lisa the remote. "You're not out of the woods yet,
Bullets. I can change my mind in a second, and put that collar back on
you, and call all those boys back here and rig up an impromptu game of
"Guess What's in Your Pussy." You want to play that, Doc?"
"I don't know what the fuck it is, but it sounds good!" Doc said
eagerly. He had been hoping that this time, with two foxy little sluts in
his store, he was going to bone one of them, but this Snake dude was
obviously the alpha male, and Doc was just going along.
Snake left, headed back into the mall, and Lisa, Tiffany and Doc stood
in the backroom, looking at one another.
"Doc, I need a quick word with you in private," Lisa said, motioning
to the big guy. She kept her eyes on Tiffany and her finger on the
remote. "Sit. Stay," she ordered the older girl, just like a dog. Tiffany
found a storage box and sat down, realizing that the tiny dress rode up
all the way to her waist when she sat, completely exposing her pussy. The
egg, meanwhile, continued to buzz inside her, and the vibrations were
making it hard for her to think about anything except sex.
Lisa and Doc huddled, with Lisa doing all the talking. Doc nodded, and
Lisa walked over to Tiffany's purse, pulled out her wallet, and yanked
out all the cash.
"Hey!" said Tiffany.
"Shut up!" Lisa barked, and zapped Tiffany with the remote. The
electricity in the collar hit the girl like a ton of bricks, so hard she
toppled off the box and lay on the concrete floor. Lisa kept the button
mashed down as Tiffany's body convulsed with pain. It was so total and
overwhelming she couldn't even scream, just make little throttled noises
in her throat. Finally, smiling cruelly, little Lisa stopped the torture.
Tiffany gasped for breath as Lisa handed Doc $100 of Tiffany's money.
"Let me tell you what I just did, you worthless cunt," Lisa hissed.
"See that surveillance camera?" She pointed to the corner of the ceiling.
"My friend Doc is going to make a copy of that tape and give it to me for
$100. That's $100 of your money, but Doc doesn't care. No matter what
happens today with you and me and Snake, I'm gonna have a copy of that
video of you naked, surrounded by horny boys calling you a ho, and
cumming your fool head off. And if you don't do as you're told, I'll
start by giving the video to your dickhead boyfriend Hayden so he can see
what a cum-whore you really are. And then I'll distribute it to every boy
at Daniels."
Tiffany heard the words, so similar to what she had heard before.
Blackmail, threats, a video of her in a compromising position. Her
teachers had done this to her, and her cousin, and a sheriff, and each
time she had yielded because she had no choice. She wanted to fight back
against her nemesis, but how could she? Her old habits took over.
"Alright," she said simply, and bowed her head.
"Hey!" Doc spoke up. "Since Snake is gone for a few minutes, how about
if take a shot at the whore?" he asked Lisa.
The young cheerleader considered it. "Well, she's got that egg stuck
up her cunt, and Snake probably doesn't want it taken out. I suppose you
could use her mouth, but you better be quick about it. I don't want Snake
to come back and see you using his sex-toy without his permission."
"Hey, I'm so horny I'll probably shoot in about 10 seconds," Doc said,
unzipping his black jeans while he spoke and hauling out his erection.
"This is the second time I've had to watch this little cock-teaser prance
around the place naked, and I mean to get me some. C'mere, bitch!" He
reached out and grabbed Tiffany by the arm, and forced her to her knees.
She started to protest, but knew there was no point. Lisa had the
remote control to the dog collar and enjoyed using it. If she tried to
run, she'd be lying on the floor writhing in pain before she got 10 feet.
And if she screamed, there was always the surveillance video. She
shuddered at the prospect of what sweet Hayden would think if see it.
Obediently, she opened her mouth, and Doc rammed the full length of his
cock straight in, right past her lips, over her tongue and against the
back of her throat.
Tiff started to gag on the thick monster, but fought back the urge.
The best thing to do was to make the creep spew quickly and get it over
with. Her fellatio instincts, honed over so many involuntary blowjobs,
took over, and she reached out her right hand and began stroking the
small part of the base of his cock that was outside her lips. She started
sucking as hard as she could, running her tongue up and down the
underside of his thick, veiny shaft.
"Ohhh, yeah, you cheap little slut, that is so fuckin' great. Suck me
off, cheer-cunt, suck me off!" Doc moaned. He grabbed her wavy blonde
hair in each of his meaty hands and began seriously fucking his cock down
her throat. Lisa watched the scenario with a smile and an evil lust in
her eyes. What a trip, she thought. Starting out the day under Tiffany's
thumb, and now standing here watching the bitch suck off some sleazebag
clerk in a backroom at the mall. Life is good, Lisa thought.
"Swallow it all, bitch!" Doc ordered after just a couple minutes. Sure
enough, it hadn't taken him long to reach orgasm, and he knew, deep down,
that it was probably best if Snake didn't catch him using Tiffany this
way. Snake was obviously a guy who liked to run his own show, and not
have other people horning in.
"I'm gonna shoot! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Doc's dick erupted in Tiffany's 17-
year-old mouth, spewing a massive load of cum straight into the back of
her throat. Of all the blowjobs she had been forced to give, Tiffany had
never known anyone to cum so much; it felt like a bucket full. She
swallowed, and again, and again, gulping frantically. The swallowing
motion of her beautiful throat, where Doc's pulsing dick was lodged,
milked the bulbous head of his cock, sending him into paroxysms of
pleasure.
Finally, he pulled his dick slowly from his mouth. Tiffany licked her
lips, making sure none of his greasy semen remained in sight. Suddenly,
she was aware again of the egg in her pussy, buzzing, buzzing, making her
hornier by the minute. It was if sucking the cock had triggered something
in her, and now some primal part of her being felt it was her turn to
cum.
Snake sauntered into the back room holding two huge "Big Gulp" size
cups of Coke. He took one look at Tiffany, still on her knees licking her
lips, and Doc, red-faced and panting, and knew what had happened.
"Tiffany, did you blow Doc?" he asked.
"Yeah, but he made me!" Tiffany whined.
"Whatever," Doc shrugged. "Jeez, I'm gone five fuckin' minutes and
you've got a dick in your mouth. You're the biggest fuckin' whore I've
seen in my life, and believe me, at my bar, I've seen some crack-whores
come in and do a whole room full of guys for $5 each."
"But he made me!" Tiffany repeated. "I didn't want to."
"Here, wash the taste out of your mouth, babe," Doc said, handing her
one of the giant Cokes. Tiffany realized she was terribly thirsty after
the long, degrading spectacle she had been put through. She slurped at
the straw, greedily drinking the soft drink, while Lisa drank hers.
"We gotta roll, ladies," Snake announced. He shooks hands with Doc,
and whispered something to him; Doc smiled and nodded and gave Snake a
thumbs up. Snake got between the two high school girls, put an arm around
the waist of each, and walked them out of the store and into the mall.
Tiffany had forgotten how she was dressed, but she remembered the
second she was in the crowded mall. The transparent dress, way too tight
for her voluptuous frame, caused a sensation, as virtually every guy in
eyesight ogled her, whistled at her, or came over to check her out. It
was soon hard to walk, as a crowd of about 20 young men surrounded the
trio.
"Hey, ho, you lookin' like you want some dick!" called a black
teenager, and his buddies all laughed. She felt something behind her,
realized it was a hand on the hem of her dress, lifting it up, exposing
her naked ass to however many boys were back there. She heard laughter
and whistled, and felt the cold of the air-conditioned air on her butt as
the hem was lifted all the way to her waist.
"Man, we gotta get you better dressed," Snake said. "Let's duck in
here." It was a huge sporting goods mega-store, one that stretched as
wide as several stores and went back as far as the eye could see. Tiffany
could only see the racks of athletic shoes near the front and lining the
walls, and wasn't sure how this would help. But she was grateful when
Snake pulled himself up to his full height and addressed the throng of
grabby boys with authority. "Boys, we'll catch you later. Move on. Now."
They grumbled, but did as they were told.
"Finish your Coke, Tiff," Snake said as they walked through the
sporting goods store. "I'll buy you a present."
He went to a display rack that held exercise clothes and picked up a
pair of white spandex bicycle shorts. "Would you like these?"
God, yes, Tiffany thought. Then at least her pussy and ass wouldn't be
on display to everyone in the mall. It would be a huge improvement in
modesty!
"Yes, sir!" she gushed, wanting Snake to buy them for her.
"Here, why don't you try these on?" he said, holding out a pair.
"Well, these are a size small," Tiffany said, "and I hate to admit it,
but for something like bike shorts, I need a Large. I'm, uh, not real
tiny, in case you hadn't noticed."
Snake ogled her voluptuous curves, her well-rounded ass and 36C
breasts. Tiffany knew he had noticed.
"I would like to see you in a Small," Snake said simply, and looked
straight into Tiffany's eyes. "So why don't you shut the fuck up about
what you want, and do what I want."
Tiffany shuddered. "Where's the dressing room?" she asked.
"Put 'em on right here," Snake growled, clearly growing impatient with
her stalling and questioning.
The teenager looked around, and saw a couple of male clerks several
yards away helping other customers. Despite her provocative outfit, they
had not seen her come in. She stepped behind the carousel rack of bike
shorts, bit her lip with anxiety, and stepped into the white shorts.
Wiggling sexily, she got them up over her knees, but began to slow down
as she pulled them up her thighs. When the waist band was just at the
bottom of her blond pussy, she began tugging harder, then harder still,
but couldn't budge them upward more than a fraction of an inch.
"They won't go up any more."
"Sure they will, whore," Snake said. "You're just not trying hard
enough. Here, take a really deep breath and suck your stomach in and hold
it."
She did as she was told, and the dark bar-owner grabbed the elastic
top of the shorts at each side, bunching the material in his fists. Then
he yanked up with all his strength. The shorts moved upward. He yanked
again, and again, and they slid up over the gorgeous globes of her ass,
until they the crotch of the shorts was firmly pressed up against her
labia.
"Ohmigod, these things are so tight I can't even breathe," Tiffany
complained. She was still sucking her little tummy in as hard as she
could.
Snake lifted the hem of the sundress and pointed at Tiffany's pussy,
for Lisa's benefit. "Check it out, Lisa. See how you can see the outline
of her lips pressing right through the fabric. That's called a Cameltoe.
There's guys on the Internet who devote whole web pages to girls in
really tights panties and exercise clothes that you can see the outline
of their pussy lips."
"Do I have to wear these?" Tiffany asked.
"You bet you do, whore. You wanted to get covered up, and now you're
covered up. But I got a plan on how to release a little of the pressure.
Trust me, I won't hurt you if you hold very, very still."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out small knife. Kneeling down
in front of her, he touched the knife to the front of the bike shorts,
right over her clit.
Tiffany, suddenly seized with fear, couldn't help herself. She
flinched, took a step back, and crossed her hands over her pussy. My God,
he had a knife right there!
"Let me do this, Tiff-whore, or I'll call those clerks over here and
have them hold your arms behind your back while I do it anyway. Now if
you'd just stop and think for a minute with that pretty blonde head of
yours, you'd know that the last thing I want to do is cut you and have
you bleeding all over the floor in a fucking mall. That brings mall
security, and cops, which is the last thing I want. Now drop those hands
and hold still."
Trembling, Tiffany did as she was told. She realized this horror was
never going to end, that Snake was worse than any of the dominant males,
the tops, who had put her through various paces. She felt the point of
the knife pierce the thin white Spandex of the bike shorts, and for an
instant, felt the cold steel blade brush ever so lightly against her
pink, puffy labia. But Snake was true to her word, and she was not cut.
Instead, he began gently sawing downward, cutting the bike shorts open in
a thin vertical slash that ran exactly over her own gash, then continuing
between her legs until he reached her asshole.
Instantly Tiffany felt the most amazing thing. Her labia popped right
through the thin tear in the fabric! It was so weird to be covered up
down there, except for the lips of her pussy, which were now poking out,
exposing all her inner charms. She knew it must look horrible and
obscene, like the girls in one of those nasty magazines her cousins read
like "Hustler."
"Jeez, that is so nasty lookin'!" Lisa exclaimed. "She's all poofin'
out!"
"I don't know, I kinda like it," Snake said, examining his handiwork.
"It sure draws the eye. Look at it this way, Tiff. Nobody's gonna be
starin' at your tits when you walk around like that."
"I gotta go pee!" Tiffany announced.
"Oh, hey, Lisa, we forgot to tell the whore what her little challenge
was," Snake said, winking at Lisa. "You know that Coke I gave you? I
stopped at the drugstore on the way back to the clothing store and bought
a diuretic, and dumped the whole thing into the Coke. A diuretic is a
drug that people with high blood pressure take to help them urinate more.
It won't hurt you, but on a healthy youngster like yourself with a
bladder full of Coke, it's gonna make you want to pee so bad you'll feel
like you're about to explode."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Tiffany whined. Here she was in a see-
through dress and white bike shorts with the crotch cut out, her poor
little pussy exposed to any man who wanted to see, being tormented with
bladder control torture by some guy she'd only met this morning! Was
Snake right? Was Helter Skelter her destiny?
"Cause we love ya, babe!" Snake said sarcastically, and he and Lisa
both burst into laughter. "And don't blame me. This was this little slut-
doggie's idea, back in the clothing store." Lisa smiled coldly at
Tiffany.
"So all you gotta do is win this challenge is go for one hour without
going to the bathroom. And since you're such a whiner, you can't even
ask, or mention it, or nothing. If you go the whole hour without a peep,
then Lisa goes back to being your bitch, and you can think up something
for her to do. But if you can't hold it or if you say anything at all
about finding a bathroom, then Lisa owns your sleazy ass. And I wouldn't
want to be Lisa's slave if I were you!"
Tiffany realized now what was up with the bicycle shorts. Snake had
deliberately tricked her into putting on the smallest pair, knowing that
they would exert a constant pressure on her bladder, almost like a
tightly-laced corset. She could feel the Spandex pressing on her tummy
already, and her bladder hurt. She didn't even know what kind of drug
she'd been tricked into taking, but she knew her own body, and there was
no way a Coke, even a big one, could make her want to pee this fast. How
could she last an hour like this? But she had to, she told herself, she
would just force herself, so that she could re-establish her dominance
over Lisa Boulet.
"Hey, look!" said Lisa, pointing toward the rear of the storm. "A
rock-climbing wall."
They turned and saw it, set back in an alcove at the rear of the
store, where the ceiling extended two stories high. It had fake stone
handholds jutting out, and a complicated contraption of harnesses and
pulleys dangled down from the ceiling. "I think Tiffany needs to go rock-
climbing," Lisa said. Snake smiled. Tiffany shook her head no, over and
over, but already a clerk was coming over, drawn by the noise they were
making, and catching sight of Tiffany's slut attire and dog collar.
"May I help you?" the young man said, very friendly, and with his eyes
nearly popping out of his head.
"My friend Tiffany wants to go rock-climbing," she said sweetly.
"Don't you, Tiffany?"
She didn't. Oh God she did not want to do it, because she knew she
wouldn't just be climbing that wall, she'd be strapped into that harness,
with her pussy hanging out for all the world to see, and pretty much
helpless. And Oh God she needed to pee so bad!
She looked at Lisa, then at Snake, trying to plead with her eyes.
Don't make me do this, don't make me do this, she was thinking. They both
laughed. "Yeah, she's kinda shy about talking," he told the clerk,
"although she's not shy in other ways, as you can see! Come on, babe,
let's get you up on that wall!"
Everything was happening so fast for Tiffany. The clerk had lowered
the harness to her level, and soon the other clerk was there, and the two
of them had her strapped in. A big wide belt went around her ribs, just
under her boobs, and she saw the two young men smiling and making faces
at each other as they brushed against her erect nipples in the thin
dress. That strap was attached to two smaller ones, which went around
each thigh, midway between the crotch and the knee. The guys - Pete and
Mike, their nametags read - were so close to her protruding labia she
could feel their breath on her tender skin, but neither said a word, as
if commenting on the incredible scene would somehow make it vanish.
She couldn't even speak. She just stood there, mutely, while they
quickly adjusted the straps. She looked straight ahead, as if this wasn't
happening to her.
Finally the one named Pete, a boy about her age, spoke up. "Uh, I
don't want to be rude," he said tentatively, "but are we like on Candid
Camera or something?"
"No, this is more like a game of Truth or Dare," Snake said. "And
Tiffany here is in the Dare portion, which means she has to climb the
rock wall, even though she isn't dressed very modestly."
"No shit!" Mike blurted, and the two boys laughed. "But our manager is
on break, so I guess it's cool. That's outfit is fuckin' awesome!" he
said to Tiffany.
The cheerleader didn't know how to answer. "Uh, thanks," she said.
"Could we just get this over with?" She knew she was going to have to
climb the damn rock wall no matter what, and she just wanted to get out
of the store, and figure out a way to sneak to the girls bathroom and
relieve herself. As if the tight bike shorts weren't bad enough, the
little egg-shaped sex toy that was inside her pussy was continuing to
vibrate, and the vibrations were rattling through her entire pelvic
region, jostling her pull, full bladder.
"Sure thing," Mike said, and he showed Tiffany how to place her feet
on the fake outcroppings that were low to the ground, and how to hold on
to the hand-holds that were placed above them. "Now don't worry if you
lose your grip, that's what the harness is for," Mike said. We'll catch
you." He and Pete each held onto the ropes that dangled down, ropes which
went up to the high ceiling, wrapped over pulleys, and came back down to
the harnesses wrapped around Tiffany's ribcage and thighs.
"Up you go!" Snake said with a grin, and Tiffany began to climb. She
forced her mind to focus on the rock wall, on keeping her grip. She
blotted out all thoughts of her aching bladder, her buzzing twat, her
obscene dress, and the view that everyone must have of her. Get up the
wall and back down, she told herself. Up, then back down.
She was halfway up to 20-foot-wall, and her arms and legs were
beginning to ache slightly from the exertion, when she became aware of
more noise than she had heard before. She looked down, and saw about 20
boys and men gathered on the ground under her, all of them looking
straight up. And she knew exactly what they were looking at, the
perverts!
"Hey, Tiff!" Snake called to her. "Lisa went out into the mall and
invited some guys to come in and see the show. Hope you don't mind!"
"Nice shorts!" a middle-aged man called out, and the crowd laughed.
"You need any help?" called another male. Soon the men were calling out,
jeering, making obscene suggestions about what they would like to do to
Tiffany when she got back down. Oh God, she told herself, just get up the
wall and back down. Just keep climbing!
The vibrating egg inside her pussy continued to buzz, and it felt to
the poor girl as if it was pressing right against her bladder. She forced
herself to squeeze all the muscles in her pelvis region as tightly as she
could, to keep her pee from accidentally leaking out. But this had the
unforeseen effect of clamping down on the egg, which seemed even bigger
and more powerful when she squeeze her cunt around it! No matter what she
did, it seemed as if her situation got worse and worse.
"Hey!" she heard a voice from below. "The cunt dripped on me! There's
something drippin' out of her!"
"Oh, gross!" someone else hooted.
"Listen up," Snake interrupted, "this is important." He turned to the
guy who had a big wet drop on his forehead. "Was that pee or pussy
juice?"
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" asked the guy.
"I need to know. Pee or pussy juice?" Snake repeated.
"Well, I wasn't fuckin' eatin' her out, so I got no idea!" The men all
laughed uproariously. Tiffany, perched above them and feeling as open and
vulnerable as she ever had in her life, burned with shame.
"Hey slut!" Snake yelled at her. "Was that piss or pussy juice? Cause
if it was piss, even a drop, you know what that means! But if it was
pussy juice, well, we understand you must be pretty turned on, showin'
your money-maker to all the guys, so we can forgive that."
Tiffany paused, but decided she could not bear answering him out loud.
She'd talk when she got down, and now she was almost to the top.
"Get me a step stool, quick!" Snake snapped at Pete, who dragged a
stool over immediately. Snake fished around in his cup of Coke, then
climbed on the step stool. With his arm extended, he could just reach the
teenager's exposed crotch. He reached out a finger and swiped it along
her exposed labia.
"EEEEEEE!" Tiffany shrieked. She had been concentrating solely on
climbing, and looking at her handholds, and the touch of the icy cold
finger on her distended pussy lips caught her completely by surprise. And
then came an even bigger surprise. Snake took the ice cube he had fished
out of the Coke, reached up and jammed it straight into Tiffany's tight
little asshole!
"AHHHHHH! Shit!" Tiffany yelled. The sudden intrusion of the freezing-
cold cube startled her so badly that she pulled her hands away from the
rock-climbing wall, and scrambled to pull the icy plug from her butthole.
And the second she did that, she fell away from the wall.
But because she was in harness, she only fell a couple of inches. But
the harness strap that was around her ribs was jerked upward as she fell,
and it slammed into the bottoms of her magnificent tits. The buttons on
the dress were fastened so precariously that two of them popped off
immediately, and the 17-year-old's beautiful breasts were exposed, in the
blink of an eye, popping right out of the top of the thin dress!
"Alriiiiight!" the guys gathered below Tiffany yelled, but she was so
disoriented by the horrible and sudden turn of events that she was barely
aware of what was happening. Then she realized she was suspended in
midair, her butt about 15 feet off the floor, her legs dangling, her
pussy open and exposed to the prying eyes of the perverts below, her tits
equally exposed.
"Fuck! Get me down!" Tiffany screeched, starting to panic.
"I don't know," Snake called, having climbed down from the step stool.
"Guys, should we let her down, or keep her up there and enjoy the view?"
"Keep her up there!" the men yelled in unison. "Damn, look at those
titties! They're humongous. Think those babies are implants or real?"
As bad as her position had been a moment ago, gravity was making it
even worse, Tiffany quickly realized. The two harnesses that wrapped
around her thighs had been pulled apart by the impact, and she was now
gaping open completely. The rip that Snake had made in her bike shorts
had torn even more, and now her poor vagina was spread wide by the angle
of her thighs. She knew that from the right angle, the men below could
look straight up into her most private spot.
"Please get me down! Please!" the trapped girl begged. She hung
helplessly, suspended in midair.
"Tell you what, slut!" Snake called out. "If you can do a perfect
splits, we'll let you down. You're a cheerleader, that shouldn't be
hard!" More laughter rebounded through the store.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE ONE WITH THE PINK BULLS-EYE
As bad as her position had been a moment ago, gravity was making it
even worse, Tiffany quickly realized. The two harnesses that wrapped
around her thighs had been pulled apart by the impact, and she was now
gaping open completely. The rip that Snake had made in her bike shorts
had torn even more, and now her poor vagina was spread wide by the angle
of her thighs. She knew that from the right angle, the men below could
look straight up into her most private spot. This wasn't just like having
men ogle her tits - this was like being in the stirrups at the gyno's
office, only with a crowd gathered to peer inside!
"Please get me down! Please!" the trapped girl begged. She hung
helplessly, suspended in midair.
"Tell you what, slut!" Snake called out. "If you can do a perfect
splits, we'll let you down. You're a cheerleader, that shouldn't be
hard!" More laughter rebounded through the store.
Willing to do anything to get down - nothing could be worse than this!
- Tiffany tried to straighten her legs out into a splits position. But
she quickly realized how difficult that was. It was one thing to do it on
the ground. But the harnesses around her thighs were wobbling, and her
legs bent at the knees, and hung straight down. She had to straighten her
knees out and push her feet out into a 180-degree angle, with nothing to
push against.
Straining mightily, Tiffany flexed her muscles and began to straighten
her legs.
"Man, look at her go!" said one of the watchers. "I'd like to put
those muscles to better use than that!" She strained and strained, but
could only get her legs partially extended. Exhausted, panting, she gave
up, and fell back to her former position, which still made her nudity,
from the top of her ass crack in back to her pubic patch in front,
visible to dozens of male eyes.
"She needs a little motivation!" Snake called to the gang. "Hey Pete,
you guys sell darts here?"
"Yeah."
"Well, go get all your darts. We'll have a dart-throwing contest.
Straight up in the air, gentlemen, and you can guess what the target is!"
"Noooooooo! Oh God, don't do it, don't do it!" the cheerleader
babbled. "I'll do the splits, I promise, don't hurt me!"
Again, she began to lever her legs outward, pointing her toes,
straining to get her legs to line up straight. Just as a minute ago she
had been concentrating on climbing the wall, now she bent her will toward
doing a perfect split. Suddenly, a she felt a sharp piercing pain in her
thigh. A dart had struck here on her perfect skin, stuck briefly, then
fallen out.
"Owwww! Shit. Stop it, dammit!' she yelled.
"Do the splits, Tiff-slut!" Lisa yelled. "How do you like your
position now, you fucking cow!"
Another dart hit her leg. At least they weren't actually sticking in
to her. Another pierced the white bike shorts near her crotch, and hung
there, stuck in the fabric, wiggling. Then another in the shorts, then
one went sailing right past her, up to the ceiling.
"Please, I'm trying! I'm trying!" Tiffany screamed. She wondered why
no one out in the mall could hear her, and come to her rescue.
Meanwhile the boys and men standing underneath her gaped at the
perfect target. The rigging she was trapped in just split the helpless
cheerleader in half. The egg that continued to vibrate in her cunt,
coupled with the orgasm she had been forced into less than an hour
earlier, had left her labia peeled back. The pink lips of her pussy were
swollen and slick with juices, and she looked like a beautiful ripe
flower, opening its petals.
To the perverted men, though, she was a target. Darts started smacking
into her, and although none stuck into her skin permanently, they stung,
like bee stings.
And then the money shot. She felt a stab of cold metal strike right in
her crotch, smack between her pussy and asshole. It stabbed the oh-so-
tender connective tissue there, and Tiffany let out a scream of anguish.
The pain was horrible! She had been stabbed right in her privates!
"It's like getting a little prick, isn't it girlie?" yelled the boy
who had tossed the dart.
"I'll bet she's had some pricks before!" came a voice. "Slut dressed
like that in public, showing her titties and her bush, no fuckin' way
she's a virgin! She's probably had 100 cocks up that blonde twat!"
"You bastards!" she yelled. She had to bring this to a close, or they
would keep picking up the darts that had fallen out and throwing them
harder, and with more accuracy, until they turned her sensitive, pudgy
little mound into a pin cushion.
With a final burst of determination, she raised her feet inch by
painful inch, and pointed them straight out, so that her legs were a
straight line. She held the position for 1, 2, 3 long agonizing seconds.
She was trembling all over, her thighs were cramping badly, even her toes
hurt.
"There!" she said triumphantly. "I did it! Now let me down!"
"Awwww, man," grumbled the horny onlookers. "So much for our human
dartboard," Lisa said.
"Take her down, boys," Snake instructed Pete and Mike. "Nice and
gentle." Slowly, Tiffany began to descend to the floor. She was shaking
badly, angry and humiliated, but she didn't think she was bleeding very
badly from the darts that had pricked her. "OK, guys, show's over, time
to go back to your wives and girlfriends," Snake growled. Lisa was still
amazed at the power Snake seemed to have. He gave an order and people
just obeyed it, without questioning.
Pete and Mike stripped the harnesses off of Tiffany, and she began to
thrust her buoyant young breasts back into the skimpy little sundress.
But with the top two buttons gone, there was no containing them, and they
spilled right out. She tried not to notice, but knew that both clerks
were tenting out the front of their pants at the sight of this voluptuous
17-year-old beauty nearly naked and right in front of them.
"Fuck, better get her a T-shirt. No way I can walk her through the mall
like this," Snake muttered, Pete and Mike didn't move, just stood and
stared, so Lisa went and got an extra large Dallas Cowboys shirt off of a
rack. She handed it to Tiffany, who put it on, gratefully. It hung down
slightly past her crotch, enough to cover the ravaged seam of the bike
shorts.
But no sooner did she have her nudity covered then a wave of cramping
overwhelmed the teenager. Oh shit, she thought, I have to pee so badly,
I'm gonna burst. She doubled over and held her gut and moaned. "What's
the matter?" Mike blurted, seeing the girl of his dreams suddenly in such
agony.
"I, uh, uh, uh..." Tiffany started to tell him, but stopped herself
just in time. Snake had ordered her not to say a word about needing to
pee.
"We just came from a frat party where she gave blowjobs to about 80
guys, and swallowed every load," Snake lied. "She probably needs to have
all the semen pumped out of her stomach. There must be about a gallon in
there. Isn't that right, Tiffany?"
What could she do? She couldn't say she needed to pee, and Snake had
given her an out, even a horribly humiliating one. "Yes," she moaned.
"Yes, what?" Lisa taunted her. "I want to hear you say it."
"I blew a bunch of guys and now I need to have my stomach pumped,"
Tiffany groaned through gritted teeth.
"I think she blew a couple of dogs, too," Lisa added, a note of glee
in her voice, not missing a chance to rub it in.
"OK, that's enough, Bullets," Snake said sternly. "We gotta go. Come
on."
While Pete and Mike watched, eyes agog, the trio marched out of the
store, with Tiffany bent over slightly and shuffling her feet.
In the parking lot, they found the Miata. "You got about a half hour,
by little blow-job queen," Snake said mockingly. "Think you can make it,
or you want to go back to the mall and find a bathroom?"
The discomfort had turned into genuine pain for Tiffany Daniels. If it
hadn't been for the relentless pressure of the bike shorts and the even
more relentless buzzing of the vibrating egg, she might have been able to
handle it, she thought. But the notion of being Lisa's "bitch" for a week
at school was too much. The 15-year-old, who looked so perky and sweet
and innocent, had proven she had a sadistic streak, and Tiffany was
afraid of her.
"I can make it."
"Good. Now I feel like driving," Snake said, "and Lisa deserves to get
a ride without having a cock shoved up her ass, so I guess the only place
for you to ride is in the trunk."
He popped the trunk of the Miata open, and ordered Tiffany to get in.
"But first," he said, and pulled a pair of steel handcuffs out of his
black backpack. He jerked Tiffany's arms behind her back, and cuffed her
wrists securely. Realizing how hobbled she was, he picked her up, almost
gently, like she was a baby, and laid her on her side in the dirty trunk
of the compact car. It was so small she barely fit, and she tucked
herself into a semi-fetal position. Snake closed the lid, and plunged her
into total darkness.
The half-hour ride back to Beverly was the worst ordeal of the
youngster's life. Snake started out by aiming for every speed bump in the
mall parking lot. Every time he would run over a speed bump, Tiffany
would be bounced and jounced around horribly in the cramped trunk of her
own sports car. And every bounce set a wave of agony through her, as the
liquid in her bladder sloshed around, desperately seeking escape.
It was dark, it was hot, her arms were cuffed uncomfortably behind her
back, and the damn egg now seemed in a position, because of the way she
was forced to curl up, to be massaging the walls of her bladder directly.
Her urethra, the tiny piss hole in her teenaged cunt, ached from the
strenuous squeezes that Tiffany kept exerting.
Once they were on the Interstate it wasn't as bad as the speed bumps
for the poor girl, but Snake took every opportunity he could to run the
Miata over bumps, cracks and pot holes in the road, the better to torment
the bound cheerleader. She could hear Snake and Lisa talking in the front
seat, but couldn't make out the exact words. As bad as her position was,
she was deathly afraid they were cooking up something even worse for her.
At one point she heard Lisa Boulet laugh, which chilled her, because
why else would Lisa be laughing now except at her expense. And she
thought she heard Snake making a phone call, maybe on a cell phone, and
giving someone instructions. She caught the words "change of plans" and
"give him a call" but that was all she could hear.
Oh Jesus Christ, she thought, my bladder aches so bad. I just want to
pee, I want this horrible nightmare to be over. I wish I was back in
Stephanie's room singing "Teenage Dirtbag" with her. The moment she
thought of the song, the catchy refrain stuck in her brain, and she
started singing it, just to take her mind off her torture.
"Oh I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
"Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby."
In the front seat, Snake suddenly said, "Shh. Listen." He and Lisa
were quiet, and they could faintly hear Tiffany singing in the trunk.
"She sure is a fucking teenage dirtbag!" Lisa laughed.
"Yeah, well, it won't be long till the showdown," Snake said, "and
we'll see who the real dirtbag is. So till then, shut up."
"Hey, I thought we were partners!" Lisa squeaked. "That was so much
fun back at the mall sticking it to Tiffany. You got to admit, I'm a much
better partner than she is."
"As far as I'm concerned, you both deserve to be fucked until you
can't walk, and gagged the whole time so nobody has to listen to your
goddam yammering," Snake answered. "I couldn't care less who is who's
slave. I like fuckin' with both of ya."
Tiffany, unable to hear more than muffled murmurings from inside her
prison, just groaned and chewed her lip as the horrible diuretic Snake
had slipped worked on her body chemistry, making her feel as if her belly
were about to explode. She had heard horror stories about girls who
didn't go pee and their bladders did explode. Not quite bright enough to
recognize an urban legend, Tiffany envisioned herself blowing up there in
her own trunk, dying at the tender age of 17 in a gusher of her own hot
urine.
Suddenly the car stopped, and she heard the doors slamming. The trunk
sprung open, and the sunlight from the bright afternoon temporarily
blinded the cheerleader. As she squinted, she felt powerful hands lift
her out of the trunk and set her on her feet. She heard Snake say, "Your
hour is up, Tiffany. You won the bet. You can piss."
"Where's a bathroom?" she croaked, still blinking and trying to
adjust. She realized, looking around, that she was in the parking lot
behind her own high school.
"If you need to go, just go right here," Snake said nonchalantly. "The
bathrooms may be all locked up in the school. You gonna go or aren't
you?"
Tiffany saw Lisa and Snake watching her. Fuck it, she thought, and
heeding the pressure of her own biology, she squatted right there in the
parking lot and let the piss come gushing out of her. It seemed to roar
out, gallons of it, and as it hit the parking lot it splashed back up on
her legs, but Tiffany didn't care, it felt almost sexual to be able to
pee. She squeezed her eyes shut with the pleasure and pissed and pissed
and pissed.
Finally her bladder was empty and she opened her eyes.
"Nice show, sis," said Stephanie. Her younger sister was standing
there in the parking lot watching her. Principal Roger White stood next
to the 15-year-old blonde, his arm draped possessively around her
shoulder, watching the school's head cheerleader piss all over the
parking lot.
"Normally you'd get detention for this, you know," he joked, and
Snake, Lisa, White and Stephanie all bust out laughing, while Tiffany
just looked down at the enormous puddle beneath her, trickling away on
the pavement. She was virtually beyond embarrassment now, particularly
since it had felt so good to empty her bladder, even under these
circumstances.
"Yeah, but I won the dare!" Tiffany crowed, looking at Lisa. "Now Lisa
has to be my slave for a week!"
"You ninny!" White laughed. "I already set it up in my office that
Lisa was going to be your slave for a week. Now look at all you've gone
through, and for what? To get what you already had!"
"Yeah, but ...." Tiffany began. And stopped. Yeah, but what, she
realized. White was right. Everything had spun out of her control, as it
always seemed to do, and she had found herself fighting just to stay in
place. And losing, she had to admit. She had won the bet or dare or
whatever it was, but now things were just back to where they were
supposed to be.
"Yeah, but one thing," Lisa said, completing Tiffany's thought. "And
that is I'm not gonna be the slave of a worthless sack of shit like you,
Tiffany Daniels. Snake was right. I was meant to be a top, and you were
meant to be a bottom. You must secretly like being dominated and
humiliated, or else why would it keep happening to you over and over?"
"Shut up!" Tiffany screamed at her tiny rival. "You're my slave. You
have to be!"
"I don't have to be anything to you, Tiffy-whore! And remember, Doc is
gonna give me that tape from the store, and when I get it, I'm gonna make
a bunch of copies, and the first one is going to Hayden. When Mr. Goody
Two Shoes sees you having an orgasm from a little boy eating your pussy,
he'll drop you like a bag of dog shit!"
"Stephanie! Mr. White!" Tiffany called helplessly. "Help me out here!
Make her obey me!"
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Snake bellowed.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, I'm sick of the two of you spoiled little twats
arguing over who's the top and who's the bottom. As far as I'm concerned,
you're both just a fuck-hole that unfortunately happens to be attached to
a person. Now it's no coincidence that we're back here at Daniels High.
We're gonna go inside, and settle this once and for all. Steph, Roger, is
everything ready inside?"
"Ready and waiting," said Roger White.
"Good. Now here's the way it's gonna be, ladies. And if you don't like
it, then you go right into the trunk of the Miata, and I'll take you to
straight to my club and chain you up in a backroom and let a gang of
bikers use your pussy for an ashtray. Got it?"
"Got it," both girls said.
"Good. We're going inside, and the two of you are going to have one
final battle. Winner take all. The loser gets auctioned off as a Cum
Receptacle."
Both Tiffany Daniels and Lisa Boulet looked at the big, dark man,
realizing, not for the first time, that he was capable of anything."
"Not another word. Let's go inside for the Big Finale," Snake said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE ONE WITH THE RUMBLE
Inside the quiet, deserted halls of Daniels High School, Snake told
Stephanie to take her older sister to a bathroom and get her ready.
Tiffany was full of questions about what was to come, but decided it was
better to shut up now and ask Steph when they were alone.
In the ladies room, Tiffany asked Steph before the younger girl could
even unshoulder the canvas bag she was carrying.
"What are they gonna make me do, Steph?"
"It's gonna be a catfight between you and Lisa," the sophomore
answered. "Winner goes free, like Snake said, and the loser gets
auctioned off."
"How do I win? Do I have to pin her, like in wrestling?"
Stephanie laughed. "Come on, surely you know Snake better than that by
now. He's way more creative than that. Here, first thing let's do is get
that dog collar off you." She took out a pair of heavy shears, and
ordered Tiffany to hold still while she cut through the thick leather
strap. It fell to the floor, and Tiffany rubbed her hands around her neck
where it had chafed her all afternoon.
"Didn't leave any marks," Stephanie told her. "He must not have nailed
you too bad. But if you were wearing that when you went up against Lisa
Bullets, I'm afraid Snake wouldn't have been able to resist zapping you.
You wouldn't have stood a chance."
"Oh God, Steph, thank you so much. I'm so glad you're on my side."
"Well, just don't say anything to Snake. I'm supposed to be neutral,
like he is. He really doesn't care which one of you wins, but I want you
to, sis."
"That's sweet, I appreciate it."
"Sweet my ass," Stephanie shot back. "I don't want that little whore
strutting around the school like she owns you for the rest of the year. I
couldn't stand the humiliation!"
"Jeez, I gotta get rid of this egg," Tiffany said as she bent her legs
and squeezed out the plastic vibrating egg that had tormented her for so
long.
"Hey, my old buddy!" Stephanie exclaimed, grabbing it. "I thought this
was gonna be Lisa's plaything."
"Uh, I really don't want to talk about it."
"Yeah, I guess not. Snake told me a little when he called me from the
car. He says you're a bottom at heart, just like I was afraid. He says
this is your last chance." Tiffany noticed that as she talked, the 15-
year-old girl was stuffing the still-buzzing egg up into her own pussy,
as naturally as she would eat breakfast. Tiffany wanted to comment, but
was too overwhelmed with all that was happening. She never ceased to be
amazed at what a total whore, an orgasm junkie, her sweet-looking little
sister was.
Stephanie was pulling stuff out of the canvas bag. She handed Tiffany
a tiny black bikini top so small it fit easily into the young girl's
hand. "Here, strip everything off and put this on."
Normally Tiffany would have protested against being forced to wear
something so obscenely revealing. But after being in the transparent
sundress and the too-tight bike shorts all afternoon, it didn't seem so
bad. She pulled off the large T-shirt and her panties and put on the
black bikini top. The suit barely covered the places it was supposed to.
The cups of the bra were not much bigger than match books, and they
covered her nipples and aureoles, but the rest of her stupendous breasts
bulged out in plain view - spilling over the tops, out to the sides,
hanging out of the bottoms. The straps were thinner than shoelaces, and
Stephanie helped tie them behind her back.
"Where's the bottoms?" she asked.
"You don't get any bottoms, Tiffany. You'll see."
"Oh, shit, I don't know if I can do this, Steph," she stammered
nervously.
"If you don't, Snake will be really pissed," her sister said sternly.
"So far he's just been amused by you and Lisa, and you don't want to see
him angry. You know that game he plays at his bar, Guess What's in Your
Pussy? He isn't joking. I was there one night when they did it to a girl.
They used a wine bottle, fat end first, and had guys pushing it in with
all their strength while the girl just hung there upside down, helpless,
screaming her head off. I've seen some nasty shit, sis, but Snake can be
a real sick motherfucker. And his friends are worse than he is."
"OK, OK, I'll do it. Whatever."
"Here, put these on," Steph said, pulling out a pair of black stiletto
heels with 4-inch spikes. With great difficulty and not much grace,
Tiffany put the hooker-heels on. She had to lean against a sink to strap
them into place.
"And now for the last piece of your outfit." Stephanie pulled an
enormous strap-on dildo out of the bag.
"What the fuck is that?" Tiffany squeaked.
"It's a dildo, dummy. And Lisa is being fitted with one right now.
That's how we're going to see who wins. The first girl to successfully
fuck the other one up the ass with the dildo is the winner!"
Tiffany felt like her fragile world was reeling. How did people think
up such perverted shit? Two teenage girls, normal everyday high school
chicks with homework and parents and all that, were supposed to try to
fuck each other in the butt with artificial penises? She shuddered, but
Stephanie already was buckling the dildo behind her butt. In front, it
was a plastic cup that fit snugly over her sex. She could feel some sort
of little rubber protusion inside the cup that was rubbing right against
her clit. The fake cock jutted out in front of Tiffany about 10 inches,
longer than any cock she had ever seen.
"What's that?" she said, pointing to a tan ring that was close to her
own crotch, about 8 inches from the tip of the dildo.
"That's a special Snake modification. It's a ring of heavy grade
sandpaper that's glued on there. The first girl to get all the way in, so
that the sandpaper is inside the other girl's butthole, is the winner."
"Oh, shit, that's gonna hurt like hell."
"So that's why you better win. Come on, let's go. Snake and Roger
won't want to be kept waiting. Stephanie took her older sister by the
hand to help her walk on the unsteady heels, and led her out of the
bathroom, down a long hall, and into the area behind the school's stage.
The two Daniels sisters poked their way through the darkened backstage
area, parting heavy stage curtains with their hands. It was a part of the
school that Tiffany was intimately familiar with, having been a star in
the drama program since her freshman year, and particularly the musicals.
She had played Bloody Mary in "South Pacific" as a sophomore, Maria in
"Sound of Music" as a junior and had capped it all off not long ago as
another Maria, in "West Side Story." She let herself be pulled forward,
led by the hand by her sister.
"Here she is!" Stephanie proclaimed as the two girls stepped out onto
the Daniels High School stage. The stage lights were turned up bright,
shining right into their eyes, and the big spotlight located in a booth
in the back of the auditorium was shining full-power on them. Tiffany
blinked wildly against the bright lights, trying to see what was going
on.
"Gentlemen, our second contestant has arrived, and we will begin." It
was Snake's voice, amplified by a hand-held mike through the sound
system. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Snake standing to one side of the
proscenium stage, next to Roger White. Lisa Boulet was standing with
them, outfitted similarly to Tiffany. Instead of a tiny black bikini top,
Lisa wore a white one, almost transparent in the lights, that contrasted
nicely with her short-cropped dark hair. True to her nickname, Lisa's
nipples were so erect they looked like little ice cream cones, trying to
burst right through the thin fabric. She also wore high spike heels
(white, to match her top) and had an enormous strap-on dildo jutting out
of her groin.
Tiffany could now see into the front row, and saw that it was filled
with leering men. There was Mr. Green and Mr. Brown, two teachers who had
tormented her last year, and Old Joe Black, the school janitor. They were
joined by Mr. Combs and Mr. Mathers, who were also teachers at Daniels
High. Filling one of the seats with his bulk was Doc, the guy from the
mall, and several big, beefy, greasy guys who appeared to be with him.
There were also half a dozen men, ranging in age from early 20s to early
50s, whom Tiffany had never seen, but figured were friends of Snake's or
White's, or both. An older Asian man sat by himself in the second row,
and Tiff wondered if this was the infamous and reclusive Dr. Wu, maker
and distributor of sick porno tapes, whom White had threatened her with
at one point. Stephanie had taken a seat, and was the only girl in the
sea of men.
All eyes were on her and Lisa. Tiffany glanced at her mortal enemy,
and saw the younger girl staring at her with a look of pure hatred.
White took the microphone from Snake, and the spotlight shifted to the
principal. "Before we began, gents, a quick reminder. Everything that
happens here today stays in this room, and is never talked about with
anyone else. Anyone who breaks our little code of silence will be dealt
with severely. And we all know that Snake and I are capable of both
severity and creativity. Got that?" The men in the audience all nodded.
Snake pulled Tiffany out to center stage, next to Lisa. "This will be
a catfight, with no rules. You got that girls? No rules whatsoever. The
object is to get your strap-on dildo up your opponent's ass. Not the
pussy, the ass. And as you have noticed, there is a ring of sandpaper
glued to each dildo about eight inches up. You must get the sandpaper all
the way past the sphincter ring in order to win. Now, can I have a couple
of volunteers to help oil the girls?"
Every man in the auditorium leapt from his seat and surged forward,
but Snake raised a hand in warning. "Doc, how about you come on up and do
Lisa, and your buddy Lumpy there can do Tiffany." Doc and the man called
Lumpy - an obese, acne-scarred biker who smelled as if he hadn't bathed
in weeks, shuffled up onto the stage wearing shit-eating grins. Snake
handed each man a plastic squeeze bottle. "You need to oil their dildoes
and their assholes," he told them.
Lumpy approached Tiffany, who started breathing through her mouth at
the approach of the smelly biker. He grinned at her, but didn't say a
word as he began squeezing what smelled like olive oil out of the bottle.
He dribbled it onto the dildo, and began massaging it into the long,
think fake penis. Soon it glistened in the stage lights. Doc was doing
the same to Lisa.
The gross man walked around behind Tiffany. "Bend over and spread your
asscheeks, sweetie," he hissed. She knew she had no choice, and obeyed.
Almost instantly, she felt the oil running down the crack of her ass into
the opening at the rear. Then, to her horror and shock, she felt Lumpy
insert a finger into her rectum!
"Uhhh!" Tiffany grunted. "Take it out!"
"Tiffany, you worthless whore, keep those cheeks spread and let Lumpy
oil your ass, or I'll declare this match a forfeit, and we'll go straight
to auctioning you off!" Snake hissed at the teenager. She dutifully
spread her cheeks again and Lumpy resumed reaming her tight little
rosebud with his fat finger. Then, unnnnnh! He was sliding a secind
finger up insider her. Tiffany bit her lip and took it, as Lumpy pushed
the slick oil deeper and deeper up her anal passage.
Soon both girls were oiled, front and back, and Doc and Lumpy returned
to their seats with big grins. Snake told Tiffany to stand to one side of
the stage, and Lisa the other.
"PRESENTING!!" Snake boomed into the mike, pretending to be a boxing
announcer. "The ultimate catfight of Daniels High School. In this corner,
at 15 years old, a cheerleader and a girl who just had her first ass
fucking a few hours ago, Lisa "Bullets" Boulet!" The men cheered wildly.
"And in this corner, at 17 years old, in her senior year, the most
used and abused girl in the history of Daniels High, the well-known Anna
Kournikova lookalike, Tiffany "The Bottom" Daniels!" More cheering and
applause followed.
"So let's have some music to rumble by!" Snake yelled, and from out of
nowhere, a fanfare of brass and strings filled the auditorium. Tiffany
recognized it as the overture to "West Side Story," and suddenly the true
humiliation of this setting became clear to the student. They had put her
out on the very stage where she had recently starred, and now she would
have to try to fuck her nemesis with a dildo to "West Side Story." Only a
few weeks ago, hearing the overture had been the signal that she was
about to go onstage and sing and be applauded by her parents, neighbors
and fellow students. Now she was nearly naked, facing an audience of
hateful, horny men.
It was clear to her that this had been arranged, in part, to destroy
one of the things she felt good about. Roger White, whom she knew was a
big fan of the school musicals, was smiling at her. God damn them all!
The only thing to do now was beat Lisa!
"OK girls, are you ready?" Lisa and Tiffany looked across the stage at
one another. "Let's get ready to ruuuuuuuuummmmmble!!! Ready! Get Set!
GOOOOOO!"
Lisa immediately sat down on the stage and started trying to take off
her shoes, which hobbled each girl considerably. Not realizing the
younger girl's strategy, Tiffany charged straight at the sophomore and
jumped on her. "You fucking bitch!" Tiffany yelled, pumped full of
adrenaline. "I'll show you who's boss!" She slammed Lisa backward, but
the girl had gotten her left shoe off.
Tiffany grabbed Lisa by her short hair with both hands, raised her
hand, and slammed it down onto the stage. Lisa yelped with pain, but
quickly socked Tiffany hard in the stomach with her right fist. Tiffany
let out a whoosh, all the air gone out of her, and her grip went slack.
Lisa reared up and head-butted Tiffany right in the forehead, and Tiffany
went tumbling off.
Lisa quickly turned her attention to her right shoe, working
frantically at the buckle on the ankle strap. Tiffany picked herself up
off the wooden stage and staggered toward Lisa, but the high heels slowed
her down, and her ankles wobble badly. She flung herself at Lisa again,
but this time the little pixie saw the larger girl coming and rolled to
the side. Tiffany missed, and landed with a splat.
The men in the audience were all out of their seats, cheering like
maniacs. "Get her! Fuck her in the ass! Make her hurt!" they screamed.
They weren't rooting for either girl, just wanting as much pain and
degradation as they could see.
Lisa now had her right shoe off, and she sprang nimbly to her feet.
Too late, Tiffany realized how smart Lisa's strategy was, and Lisa sprang
forward, unencumbered by the shoes. Tiffany tried to pick herself up off
the stage, but Lisa was in front of her in a millisecond. The sophomore
lashed out her right foot in a flash, and kicked Tiffany square in the
chin.
Tiffany fell back, her world a mass of pain. She saw nothing but red
for a moment, and could not even hear Snake offering play-by-play like a
sports announcer. "And Daniels is down, bad!" he yelled. "Boulet is
kicking ass, folks! It may not be long before Boulet is fucking ass as
well!"
The instrumental overture blared over the sound system, but it ended
with a flourish and was replaced by the first song on the soundtrack,
"The Jet Song."
"When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way/
From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day!/
When you're a Jet, let 'em do what they can/
You've got brothers around, you're a family man!/
You're never alone, you're never disconnected,
you're home with your own/
When company's expected, you're well-protected!"
But Tiffany was anything but well-protected. Lisa was now on top of
her, and she was amazed at how tough and scrappy the much smaller girl
was. She copied one of Tiffany's previous moves, grabbing Tiffany's long
blonde hair in both hands and yanking her head up. Lisa started to slam
Tiffany's head back down, but Tiffany grasped what was coming and lashed
out her hand. She caught Lisa's erect nipple through the thin fabric of
the bikini top and twisted it as hard as she could.
"Mother-FUCK!" Lisa screamed in agony, as Tiffany tried to rip the
swollen nubbin right off the girl's tit. As she yanked, Lisa's small tits
sprang free of the tight top, and the men's riotous clamor went up
several more notches. But Tiffany's hand had slipped off Lisa's nipple.
The two girls got to their feet, and Tiffany realized her
disadvantage. The shoes were really slowing her down. Lisa circled her
opponent quickly, leaping on the balls of her feet, trying to get behind
Tiffany so she could jump on her from the rear and work the dildo up into
her rectum. Tiffany turned in circles.
"Then you are set with a capital J/
Which you'll never forget till they cart you away/
When you're a Jet you stay a Jet!" sang the Jets on the CD,
breaking into harmony.
Lisa kept bouncing around Tiffany, looking for an opening. She moved
clockwise, running circles around the older girl, who didn't dare sit
down now to take off her own heels, or else Lisa would be all over her.
After several clockwise turns, Lisa suddenly reversed and moved counter-
clockwise. Tiffany tried to spin to keep Lisa in front of her, but a
combination of dizziness and the horrible stilettos caused her to lose
her balance. She fell to her knees, and Lisa pounced on her like a lion
on a gazelle.
Tiffany was on her hands and knees, and Lisa clambered onto her back,
in order to keep her down. A roar went up from the audience as the
smaller girl started thrusting her pelvis forward, trying to stab her
dildo into Tiffany's ass. Finally, Lisa felt her fake cock slip forward,
and she let out a cry of triumph: "Yes!!!" She pushed forward with all
her might, but Snake had moved to where he could see better.
"Sorry, Lisa, nice try, but that's her pussy. Take the dildo out and
start over again." Tiffany thought Snake was ordering the smaller girl to
climb off, but instead Lisa maintained her dominant position. She pulled
the dildo out of Tiffany's wide open pussy and levered it upward a couple
of inches, lining up the head as the tiny puckered rosebud of Tiffany's
bunghole.
"The Jet Song" had finished on the soundtrack, and Mr. White yelled up
to the booth in the back, the same booth where someone was operating the
spotlight. "Hey, you wanna pause that CD for a second? I got my own
version of that song I want to sing. I thought this up when I was
watching Tiffany play Maria in 'West Side Story,' and now I get to
serenade her with it!" And Mr. White began to sing, to the tune of "The
Jet Song:"
"When you're a slut, you're a slut all the way/
From the first dick you suck to your last dyin' day!/
When you're a slut, you just love givin' head/
There's a smile on your face when your pussy is spread.
The boys stand in line, awaitin' something special/
You're mouth is so fine, they all give you a facial/
It's multi-racial!
Tiffany's mind reeled under the combined horror. Her arch rival had
her down and was about to ram a dildo up her ass, she was on the stage
where normally she was a beloved thespian queen, and she was having to
listen to Mr. White's perverted parody of "The Jet Song."
"Noooooo!!!!" she screamed, and summoning all her strength, bucked up
like a horse in a rodeo throwing a rider. Lisa flew off. Tiffany stood
and whirled, but no sooner had she turned around than Lisa was right
there. Lisa threw a solid right that caught Tiffany in the tit, sending
pain shooting through her chest. She reached down instinctively to cover
her painful breast, and Lisa let loose a fearsome kick that caught
Tiffany square in the cunt.
"AHHHH!" Tiffany bellowed. Her poor pussy was still open from all the
stimulation at the mall, the lips peeled back, and Lisa' foot had landed
squarely on the sensitive inner tissue. It hurt like a bitch, and
Tiffany's hands went to her crotch. In a flash, Lisa had taken two steps
and was behind Tiffany, jumping on her back like a piggy back rider. The
young girl reached around and jammed an index finger right into Tiffany's
eye, and the senior went down hard on her hands and knees again.
White was vamping it up, singing more and more verses:
"When you're a slut, all the boys are in heat/
Cause your pussy's all juiced and it smells fuckin' sweet!/
When you're a slut you let boys feel your tits/
And you won't have a rest till they fuck you to bits!
Tiffany was in agony all over. Struggling to stay on her hands and
knees, her tit throbbed, her pussy lips felt like they were on fire, and
she was trying to grab at her eye. But as she did so with her right hand,
Lisa reached around and smacked her left elbow, which caused her left arm
to cave in. Her face crashed to the stage floor.
And then she felt it. The dildo touched her anus, and Lisa gave a
mighty thrust. A good three inches travelled up Tiffany's rectum, and she
bellowed with pain and frustration. "Noooo! Help! Stop!"
"Unnnhh!" Lisa grunted, thrusting again, and another two inches moved
in. The men were delirious with lust, and had all sprung from their
seats. The jostled around the edge of the stage, trying to get a better
look, yelling obscenities, pure beasts of the jungle.
White kept singing:
"You're never alone, you're always with some horner/
The boys make ya groan, by giving ya the boner/
You're such a moaner!
Here comes the slut, Yeah she cums yet again,/
From just thinking about doing dozens of men/
When you're a slut you stay a slut!"
He finished with a dramatic flourish. Meanwhile, Tiffany tried to buck
Lisa off again as she had before, but the girl had learned, and had
planted her center of gravity lower this time. Tiffany, bucked, but Lisa
held on. And to Tiffany's horror, the sudden movement actually made the
dildo slip in even further!
"She's down, and it doesn't look good for Tiffany!" Snake shouted, as
carried away as the other men at the bizarre scene being played out. "A
couple more inches and it's over!"
"No! No!" Tiffany wailed, trying to reach around and grab Lisa. But
she was in a hopeless position, and Lisa rubbed it in by reaching around
and jamming a finger hard into Tiffany's eye again. The girl screamed
with pain, and Lisa drove the dildo forward relentlessly into Tiffany
Daniels' well-oiled rear passage.
Suddenly, Tiffany yelled even louder. It felt as if all the skin was
being scraped off her asshole. Something horribly rough was being dragged
over that tissue. And through her agony and humiliation, she knew what it
was. The sandpaper.
Tiffany had lost.
"We have a winner!" Snake yelled, as the men erupted.
"Fuck! Her! Ass! Fuck! Her! Ass! Fuck! Her! Ass!" the audience began to
rhythmically chant.
Tiffany felt Lisa pull the full eight inches of rubber cock out of her
ass - it felt as if her insides were being pulled out. And then she was
slammed forward, as Lisa thrust the entire dildo deep, deep and deeper
still into Tiffany's butt.
Lisa Boulet was going to fuck Tiffany Daniels up the ass. The crowd
went wild.
CHAPTER NINE
THE ONE WITH THE SURPRISE GUEST STAR
"Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!" screamed the mob of men.
"Help! Oh God, no, stop!" Tiffany screamed, but of course there was not
a soul in the auditorium who would lift a finger to help the cheerleader.
With her body a mass of pain, she managed to raise herself up a little,
so that she was back on her hands and knees, and at least had some
stability. Lisa had slid part-way off Tiffany's back, so that her feet
were now planted on the floor, on either side of Tiffany's calves. She
had reached forward and grabbed Tiffany's beautiful mane of long blonde
hair with both hands, and was pulling backward on it. The new position
gave the little girl a great deal of leverage, which she was using to her
advantage, ramming the oil-greased dildo up into Tiffany's rectum as hard
as she could.
"Unhnh! Unnh!" Lisa grunted as she slammed the dildo home. With every
thrust, the dildo sank all the way into Tiffany's tight young box until
Lisa's crotch was jammed up against Tiffany's butt cheeks. And although
Tiffany was not aware of it, every thrust was stimulating Lisa's clit, as
the strap-on's cup had a built-in "tickler," a small rubber plug designed
to rub the clitoris of the woman doing the fucking.
Every stroke sent Tiffany into a spasm of agony as the ring of
sandpaper made contact with her asshole. Lisa was deliberately jamming it
in as hard as she could, over and over. The gritty coating would plunge
in, rubbing the most sensitive spot on her entire body, and then almost
immediately would be yanked back out, and the pain would be repeated.
Tiffany gave a little grunt of pain with each stroke.
To add insult to injury, Lisa, who was now completely in control of
the situation, let loose of Tiff's hair with one hand and untied the knot
on her back that held the bikini top on. Just like that, the tiny black
top fell away to the floor, and Tiffany's big, glorious knockers were
exposed to the slobbering crowd.
"Fuck her ass! Fuck the slut!" yelled the men.
"Unnhh! Unnh!" grunted Lisa, her eyes shut tight now, concentrating on
inflicting the maximum pain and humiliation on Tiffany.
"OK, everybody, let's just hold it!" Snake yelled above the chaos.
"HOLD IT. EVERYBODY FUCKING FREEZE!" the bar owner bellowed, and it was
as if he had thrown a switch. Lisa paused her slam-fucking, Tiffany was
quiet, and the men in the audience all looked at Snake, wondering what
was coming next.
"Let's get this fuckin' thing organized!" Snake said into the mike.
"Now Tiffany Daniels is the loser, and that means she's going to be
auctioned off to the highest bidder to do with as he pleases. So you guys
gotta decide. You wanna watch Lisa fuck Tiffany up the ass, or you wanna
start the auction so one of you can use her like the street whore she is
deep down in her soul?"
"100 dollars!" Mr. Green shouted. "200 bucks!" yelled another voice.
"OK, Jesus, hang on!" Snake shouted. He was having trouble controlling
events, and that did not make Snake happy. "We're gonna do this right.
Lisa, I guess the guys want to move things along, and I know you looked
like you were eventually going to cum if you kept slamming Tiffany's ass,
I'm gonna order you to get off now. I mean get off of Lisa's back." He
smiled, and some of the teachers chuckled. Lisa reluctantly climbed off
her vanquished foe and stood there, her cock bobbing, her nipples jutting
out a full inch from her cupcake-sized breasts.
"Now, Stephanie, get me the dog collar. It's time to put it back on
Tiffany," Snake said.
Stephanie stood up in the auditorium, and the men sitting nearby
noticed she was pale and trembling.
"I don't have it, sir," she said, addressing Snake submissively.
His face darkened. "What do you mean, my dear?" he said softly. Mr.
White shuddered, knowing how bad this was. If Snake was merely annoyed,
he would have called Stephanie cunt or slut. But by addressing her mildly
as "my dear," it meant he was enraged, and trying to control himself.
"I took it off Tiffany in the girl's room. I, uh, I, uh, cut it off,"
Stephanie said in a little-girl voice, looking as if she was about to run
from the room.
"You cut my dog collar?" Snake said. "Well, you're going to pay for
that, Stephie. I'm very sorry, but you're going to have to pay severely.
Now go into my backpack, cause I've got a spare in there, and bring me
the collar and the remote."
Tiffany had scrambled to her feet, and now stood on the Daniels High
stage, the very spot where she had played two different leading Marias.
Naked, degraded, abused. She didn't even bother to pick up the bikini top
and try to cover her beautiful breasts. Fuck 'em, she thought. Let 'em
look. I don't care.
Stephanie gave Snake the collar, and he walked over to Tiffany. Her
hands hung at her side, and she didn't even protest when he fastened the
collar around her lovely neck. "Let's just give this a test, to make sure
it works," he said with a cruel sneer, and mashed the button.
"Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Tiffany screamed as the voltage shot into her nubile
young body. She had forgotten how badly the collar hurt, and she clutched
at it frantically while Snake just smiled and let the current flow into
her battered body.
"So, I guess we're ready to auction off Tiffany Daniels," he said.
"Let's try not to behave like savages, shall we?"
"$100," Green repeated. "200" yelled Mr. Mathers, the music teacher.
"$300 bucks!" shouted Mr. Combs, the shop teacher. Doc and his friends
looked at one another, bummed out. The bidding was already too expensive
for them.
"$500!" Roger White said dramatically from the stage. "I've had her
before, but I've got something new I want to try on her while she's
wearing that collar!"
The bidding escalated, and Tiffany just stood there, center stage, the
spotlight from thr back of the room trained on her sweat-streaked naked
body, her head down. She didn't notice Stephanie sneak out of the
auditorium, or coming running back in about a minute later, flushed with
excitement. The slutty little girl pranced up onto the stage and
whispered into Snake's ear. He held up a hand to silence the men, and
listened. He nodded. And smiled the cruelest smile yet.
"Gentlemen!" Snake announced. "I would like to propose a change of
plans. I know I promised to auction off Tiffany, but I am now going to
ask you all to withdraw your bids."
There was a rumble of confusion from the men gathered at the lip of
the stage. "What the fuck?" "No way!" "What's the deal?" It grew in
volume, until Snake spoke again.
"To compensate, I want to invite you all out to my bar, the Snake Pit.
There we will lock the doors and instead of just one of you getting to
fuck a teenaged girl senseless, every single one of you will be able to
fuck a teenaged girl senseless. As many times as you can get it up. How
does that sound?
"Al right!" Lumpy yelled. "Fuckin' A!" said another of Doc's biker
friends. "Outstanding," murmured the Asian gentleman.
"So as soon as we finish our business here, we'll all head out to my
place. We'll be joined by Miss Stephanie Daniels, who will be punished
for messing up my first dog collar. And what the hell, I think I'll also
invite Miss Lisa Boulet. I've got some special plans for Stephanie that
involve a little game called 'Guess What's In Your Pussy?' and we may
need a backup girl. And Lisa's handy, so you're it, babe!"
"No way!" Lisa shouted. "You said the winner could go free! That is so
unfair!"
"Change of plans, Lisa babe," Snake said calmly. "You liked it when we
changed plans at the mall, now you don't like it when the shoe's on the
other foot. Tough titties, kiddo."
"But it's not fair!" she pouted.
"Hey, remember your history," Mr. Brown said. As John F. Kennedy said,
Life isn't fair."
"That's enough," Snake snapped. "Shut up this second, Lisa, or it'll
be you hanging upside down trying to figure out what's making your cunt
hurt so bad, and Stephanie on the sidelines giving blowjobs. So not
another fuckin' word, Bullets!"
The auditorium was silent. "So does everyone agree to withdraw his bid
for Slave Tiffany?"
The men murmured their assent. "That's good," Snake said, "because the
bidding was starting to get out of hand. I had a feeling she was going to
go for a couple of thousand bucks, and that would give her an inflated
opinion of herself. And as most of you know, one of the reasons Tiffany
is so much fun to play with is because she already think her shit doesn't
stink, like she's God's gift to the world. The last thing we want is to
reinforce that notion in her silly little head.
"So if everyone who's going to my place has withdrawn their bids, is
there anyone who isn't going who would like to bid on Tiffany?"
The men looked confused. Suddenly a voice sounded from the back of the
room.
"Twenty-five cents!"
Everyone wheeled to look, and saw a teenaged boy standing in the back
of the auditorium.
"Hayden!" Tiffany whispered. Oh God, it was her boyfriend, her
beloved, the one male in her life who didn't treat her like a whore. And
he was here!
"SOLD!" Snake shouted before anyone could react. "To the boy in the
back for 25 cents. And I think that's appropriate, cause that's exactly
what Tiffany Daniels is worth."
"Hayden Fox?" said Roger White. "You were supposed to stay up there
and operate the spotlight, son!"
"She's my girl," Hayden said simply. "And I want her."
Tiffany's heart began to pound, and she felt as if she would cry.
Hayden was rescuing her! This was a happy ending beyond her wildest
dreams! Her Hayden was here, and he would take her away and everything
would be fine!
The tall, lanky high school senior loped down the aisle from the back
of the auditorium toward the stage. "It was Stephanie's idea," he told
the group. "No way I was gonna outbid all the adults. But she told me she
knew how to get Snake to get everyone to withdraw, and this way I can
have her." As he got closer, Tiffany searched his face for the love she
knew she would find there.
But it was not there. This was a different Hayden. His eyes were hard
and cruel and full of lust. He was looking at Tiffany, at her bounteous
teenaged beauty, her ripeness, her blue cat-like Kournikova eyes, the
swell of her C-cup tits, the perfection of her tanned, toned body. He was
licking his lips.
"Here's your quarter," he said, handing a coin to Snake after climbing
the steps onto the stage.
"Hey, Tiff," he said. "Lookin' mighty good there. You been havin' fun
today, babe?"
"Hayden, God, thank God you're here," she said. "Take me home, honey."
"Oh, I'm gonna take you, all right. But not home. Not yet. There's a
men's room just off stage. I'm gonna take you there, first."
"No, Hayden, please, don't do this to me. I love you!" she wailed.
"And I thought I loved you. I thought I knew you. Now I find out half
the teachers in school have already fucked you, and you go out prancing
around naked at shopping malls, and you're nothing but a fucking slut.
Well, you're gonna be MY fucking slut from now on. And I'm going to make
up for lost time. Bitch!"
"Hayden, please, it wasn't my fault! They made me do it!"
The boy turned away from Tiffany and held out his hand to Snake. "Mind
if I borrow that remote control?" he asked.
"Hayden, no, God, no, I love you, please..." Tiffany babbled.
"Take that fuckin' dildo off," Hayden ordered the confused and
trembling girl.
Snake handed the boy the remote. "You look like you know what you're
doing," he told Hayden quietly, in a low voice so that Tiffany couldn't
hear, "but let me give you some advice you may not have thought of.
First, she's had a vibrating egg up her snatch for a couple hours, so she
may be a little loose there. Even though she had that dildo up her,
she'll be a lot tighter in the back door, if you know what I mean." He
winked at Hayden, who grinned.
"Another thing," Snake added. "Water is a really good conductor of
electricity. If, perhaps, a girl were to have her head jammed into a
toilet while a guy was slamming her up the butt, and if her electronic
dog collar were then activated, whoa, baby, I think she'd probably have
to be scraped off the ceiling."
Tiffany had torn off the strap-on, which lay on the ground. She was
completely naked, in high heels. "Come on, Tiff, let's go," Hayden said,
taking her by the hand and leading her offstage. She was protesting the
entire time, begging him not to. "Please, Hayden, I'll be good to you,
don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I could give you a good blow job, a
really good one, Hayden..."
Then there was silence for a couple of minutes. Then a scream. And the
sound of a toilet flushing.
"OK, guys, let's get this show on the road," Snake said to the men.
"Grab these two little high school honeys and follow me out to Snake's
Pit, and we're gonna have us one helluva major good time."
Another scream sounded from behind a closed door, somewhere down a
hall in Daniels High School.
"Although maybe not as good a time as that boy is having himself."
THE END
"Are you crazy?
Are you high?
Or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, doctor?"
----Steely Dan