Toying With Tiffany
Ch. 9 - 13

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TOYING WITH TIFFANY (MMMM/f teen, nc, humil.) Ch.9 - 13 by Dr. Wu

Warning: This story is of an adult sexual nature. If you are under 21, you are forbidden from reading it. Go somewhere else.

Important mumbo jumbo: This story is copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be freely distributed on any newsgroup or any part of the Internet where access is completely free and unhindered. It may not be archived or be made part of any site that charges for access in any form.

The usual blah-blah: This story is complete and utter fiction. No one bears any relation to anyone real. In real life, anyone who tried to do any of the stuff described in this story would be guilty of both serious felonies and major sins, and would deserve punishment. But this is a fantasy world, so enjoy.

Comments: Dr. Wu has now successfully posted and re-posted the entire 13 chapters. Your comments are always welcome, but please do not ask me to e-mail anything.

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CHAPTER 9: THE ONE WITH TONGUES PLANTED FIRMLY IN CHEEKS

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

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

She just had to. Maybe cumming would release the grip the stories had on her, she rationalized with the part of her brain that was still capable of some level of thought. So it was for the best that John Brown and Tom Green each slipped one of Tiffany's arms around their shoulder and half-walked, half-carried the glazed, trembling girl into the deserted cafeteria, which Old Joe the janitor had gone ahead and unlocked. They laid her down on a long table in the center of the room, its fake-wood laminate cold against her bare skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a daze, Tiffany got dressed.

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

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

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CHAPTER 10: THE ONE WITH THE DRESS CODE VIOLATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tiffany stiffened. "What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tiffany rushed off to first period, which unfortunately was algebra with Mr. Brown. As she walked quickly through the halls, all the students around her just stopped and stared. Tiffany Daniels, the most stuck-up cheerleader in school, was wearing a skirt so short it barely covered her ass, teetering on high heels, and nearly bursting out of a tight halter top that invited "JUST DO ME".

"Whoa, Tiffany!" shouted a senior boy as she brushed past. "Even better than yesterday!"

"Tiffany Tits!" yelled another, and everyone laughed. She flushed crimson, and kept moving, her ears ringing with their mockery.

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

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

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

"To participate, sir," she replied.

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

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

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

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

She heard a whisper from the back of the room, intentionally loud enough to reach her ears. "What's the square root of a piece of ass?" one boy asked.

"Speaking of root," said his friend, "I'd like to sink my root into that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No!" Tiffany yelped. God, this was the worst thing yet! These wretched little boys had seen her masturbating and now they were going to tell the entire school!

"Listen, this isn't what it looks like," she said frantically. "Principal White told me to come in here..." she trailed off. She realized she couldn't tell them the truth, how she was being blackmailed, or they'd have an even bigger story to tell the school.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lunch," Tiffany said without thinking.

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

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

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CHAPTER 11: THE ONE WITH THE QUICKER PICKER-UPPER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I met a babe in a backseat drive-in...Back in the saddle she'd sit

Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin'...She loved to chomp at the bit."

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

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

"Daddy do it, ooh, just do it...

Daddy do it, please let me see...

Do it, please just do it daddy...

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

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

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

She lives to give it away...

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

She's always liable to say...

Cheese cake, looser than her sister...

Cheese cake, mmm, her sugar gets me high...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You idiot!" Brittany was still shrieking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cheese cake! Sneakin' out the back door...

Cheese cake! Rollin' down the lawn...

Everybody's kissed her (cheese cake!) At the crack of dawn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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CHAPTER 12: THE ONE WITH THE SPECIAL HALF-TIME SHOW

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

She was lost in her own dark musings when Stephanie spoke up. "I hate to bring this up again, Tiff, but you know yesterday, in the cafeteria? People said you were even worse than the day before! I told 'em that when we went to school you were just wearing jeans and a T-shirt like you always do, but I heard from bunches of people that at lunchtime you were dressed in this really whorey looking black skirt that was all cut up and held together with safety pins, and you were down on your hands and knees on the floor and guys were staring at you and laughing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tiffany swallowed hard, and nodded. She had to keep her sister safe. She would do anything to keep Stephanie out of trouble.

"It seems that both the coach and the assistant coach from Jefferson had their cars stolen from our parking lot during the first half," Black continued. "They've just been told, and they're out in the parking lot now talking to the police. They'll probably be gone about 15 minutes. That means the Jefferson boys team is in their locker room, with no adult supervision. You and I are going to go in their now. I'm just going to stand over in a corner, keeping an eye on things. It's going to be your show, Princess, your special half-time show. You'll do all the talking.

"If I don't feel as if your performance is exactly what me and the fellas have in mind, I have a cell phone, and Mr. White has a beeper. I'll just dial the beeper, and Mr. White will leave right then with Stephanie and take her to Dr. Wu's. You will join her there later. If she has an hour's head start on you, though, she's likely to be in pretty bad shape by the time you show up. You with me so far?"

Tiffany nodded. I have no choice, she told herself over and over. I'm their slave. I have no will. I have to do what they tell me to.

Joe told her what he wanted her to do, and together they entered the visiting team's locker room. The noise hit the lovely teenager like a tidal wave - the sound of 14 teenaged boys pumped up on testosterone and adrenaline, left without adult supervision. Some were yelling, some were snapping towels, others were laughing. They all fell silent as soon as they noticed Tiffany and Joe Black. As he had promised, Joe faded into a corner, leaving poor Tiffany standing alone in the middle of the locker room. She had never felt so vulnerable and alone.

She took a deep breath, told herself she had no choice, she would do this to save her sister. She forced a seductive smile onto her face.

"Hi boys. Would anyone like a blowjob?"

The room instantly erupted again with hoots, laughs, rebel yells, screams of "Fuck yeah!" Several of the boys advanced toward the cheerleader.

She raised a hand. She had to keep some control or she would be gang-raped. What she was about to do would be bad enough.

"Hold on, boys," she called out. "Settle down. My name if Tiffany, and as you can see, I'm one of the cheerleaders at Daniels. I heard your coaches weren't here, so I came over to offer a little oral relief to y'all. But if y'all are gonna get out of hand, I'm just gonna have to leave." She was following the script that Old Joe had outlined to her.

"Now everybody knows there's a pecking order, so we're gonna have ourselves a pecker order. I'll blow as many of you as I can, beginning with the starting lineup. I hope I'll have time to get to the substitutes as well, but I can give them hand jobs while I blow the starters. So I can take on three guys at one time - one in my mouth and one in each hand. Everyone will have to cum as quickly as he can so the guys who are waiting can have a shot."

"What the fuck is this about?" shouted one Jefferson player.

"Just a little Daniels hospitality," Tiffany answered. "Plus I really like the taste of cum, and love to have a big old cock spurting into my hot little mouth."

"Who's the black guy?" another yelled.

"Don't mind me," said Joe. "I'm just the little lady's escort. Now you guys gonna stand around and ask questions, or is somebody gonna get this girl a towel to kneel down on so she can start sucking some cock?"

All the boys started moving and yelling again, many of them "Me first!" and "Dibs!" Instantly a towel appeared and was laid down on the cold concrete floor, and Tiffany kneeled down. No sooner had she assumed the position than she was presented with the crotch of the team's starting center, a huge black teenager whose dick was already halfway hard. She opened her sweet young mouth and closed her lips around the thick purple head and began to suck.

Mere seconds had gone by when she felt both her hands being raised up. She was vaguely aware that two other teens were now standing on either side of her, their shorts and jock straps down around their ankles just like the center she was blowing. Each of her hands had a hard-on stuffed into it, and she dutifully wrapped her fingers around each shaft and began a pumping motion back and forth.

"Oh, fuck, this is unbelievable," yelled a boy who was getting a hand-job. "Jack me off, you little whore-dog!"

"What a slut! What a whore!" the mob of boys yelled. The center took his large meaty hands and put them on either side of Tiffany's beautiful face and began to face-fuck the girl, pushing his large cock in and out of her mouth, which made a series of rhythmic slurping sounds. She could smell his heavy sweaty smell, could feel his large balls, loose in his scrotum, banging against her chin repeatedly as he fucked her mouth.

"Jesus Fucking Christ I'm gonna cum in this slut's mouth!" the boy suddenly bellowed, and as Tiffany felt his cockhead swell up in her mouth, he erupted. Gush after gush of hit salty semen poured into her young mouth, and she swallowed frantically to get it all down.

"Me next!" hollered a guard, and pushed the center out of the way before his dick had even begun to soften. Tiffany felt the first cock pop out of her mouth, only to be replaced by a second erection, this one pink and thick, but also tasting of sweat. She started to suck again, when suddenly her left cheek was hit with a huge gob of ejaculate.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" grunted the boy on her left as she pumped his cock into her fist. He was spewing his sperm all over the side of her face. She was disgusted, but knew she didn't have time to stop and wipe it off. She had been ordered to get all 14 boys off in 15 minutes, and knew she would have to work like mad to accomplish her task. Fortunately, she knew, they were teenaged boys, and could cum quickly. The sticky sperm dripped down her cheek and rounded her jawline, just as the boy on her right exploded in orgasm. His cum hit her in the right eye, temporarily blinding her, and continued shooting out of his dick, coating her face.

"Man, you're cummin' all over the cheerleader cunt's face!" yelled a player. "This is sooo fuckin cool!" The room erupted in cheers.

As the cheers echoed off the tile walls, the second player erupted into Tiffany's mouth. He seemed to have even more sperm than the first guy, and she gagged slightly as wave after wave filled her mouth. Half-blinded by the sperm in one eye, she groped out with her fingers and found two more naked erections, throbbing with adolescent lust. She began to pump both of them, her fingers slick with the semen of the first two boys.

The time passed quickly. Tiffany did not even have the time to consider the image she presented, one of unspeakable depravity and nastiness. A beautiful 16-year-old girl, on her knees in a boy's locker room, dressed in the opposing team's cheerleading uniform, surrounded by panting, cheering, swearing, rutting boys, all with the shorts and jock straps pulled down to their knees or their ankles, their erections bobbing angrily in the humid locker room air.

Another blast of boy-cum hit Tiffany's other eye, and as the boy spewed his seed, some went into her thick wavy blonde hair as well. It barely registered, because yet another player was cumming in her mouth, jamming his cock forward so hard that it banged against the back of her throat. Tiffany's gag reflex kicked in, but the muscle action of her gag reflex just milked the boy's cock all the harder.

They came on her hair. They came in her face. Their sperm sealed her eyes shut and coated her cheeks. Thick globs of semen dripped down her chin and fell on the large gold D on her chest. Her tongue felt thick from the semen that had flooded over it again and again, and her jaw ached terribly from having her mouth open and stuffed with cock so much.

Tiffany Daniels had become a mindless blowjob and handjob machine. To the Jefferson basketball team, she might as well have been some inflatable love doll, or a piece of meat. They used her, they called her names, they laughed joyfully as they watched the mask of sperm get thicker and thicker on her face. It was the most un-fucking-believable thing that had ever happened to them - to have a cheerleader from the opposing team walk into their locker room at half-time and give everybody blowjobs and handjobs!

Cock after cock after cock assaulted the willing, kneeling victim. She had stopped thinking about what she was doing, what was happening to her, the shame and humiliation she had felt at first. If the boys viewed her as a machine, that's how she viewed herself as well - a robot with no purpose except to extract the seed of 14 young men in a specific time.

She was surprised when she heard Old Joe's voice in her ear. "That's it, babe," he told her. "Let's get out of here."

Tiffany realized that the last boy's cock had cum in her mouth, that she was done. She had taken seven loads of sperm in her mouth, all of them massive, because unbeknownst to her, the Jefferson coach had forbid his players to have sex or even to masturbate for five days before the game. The boys had obeyed him, so that each had built up a huge load. Tiffany's stomach gurgled with nausea. She wondered weakly how much sperm was sloshing around in her stomach.

In addition to the cum in her stomach, her face was a mask of white; eight boys had come on her face while she was jacking them off.

"Hey, you want to come back after the game?" called one boy. "We could all shower together!" The room exploded with whoops and high-fives. Tiffany was now moving out of her trance-like, robotic state, returning to the real Tiffany Daniels, and she flushed at the boy's comment. The humiliation of what she had done washed over her.

"Let's get you to a restroom, Princess," Old Joe told her. "You done good, but the second half's about to start, and you can't go back out there like that." Tiffany nodded, numb from what she had endured over the past quarter-hour. Joe led her from the room of goggle-eyed boys, some of whom were not pulling up their shorts and getting ready to go back out on court for the second half.

That half passed in a blur for young Tiffany. She knew she was out on the court between Brittany and Marla, going through the motions. At one point Marla had even leaned over and asked "What's that in your ear, Tiffers?" Tiffany had stuck a finger in her ear and pulled out a small gobbet of sperm that she had missed while washing off the mask of cum.

She was vaguely aware that the Jefferson team, which had been up by 10 points at the half, played the second half as if they had 10-pound weights strapped to their ankles. They couldn't shoot, couldn't rebound, could barely even focus. They grinned at one another as they jogged lazily up the court while their coach screamed at them from the sidelines, wondering what had happened to his team. Occasionally one would glance over at Tiffany and give her a thumbs-up and a big grin.

Tiffany never noticed. Her mouth still tasted like sperm, her tongue ached, her jaw ached, her hands ached. She knew what she had done, what she had been forced to do, and her whole being ached with the shame of it.

But at least she had kept Stephanie safe, she thought. That was her consolation.

* * *

CHAPTER 13: THE ONE WHERE THE TORCH IS PASSED

Over the weekend following the Homecoming game Friday night, Tiffany tried to recover. The harder she sought to put the events of half-time in the visiting team's locker room out of her mind, though, the more they stuck with her. She had been horribly assaulted, used as if she were a common whore or a plastic sex doll, sodomized against her will by 14 boys!

And yet, she knew, it did not appear that way to the boys of Jefferson High's varsity basketball team. To them, they had been minding their own business when the most gorgeous beauty they had ever seen, a cheerleader for the home team no less, had flounced into their locker room and announced free blowjobs and handjobs for everybody! She had done it willingly, in their eyes, and this injustice burned at young Tiffany as surely as their hot semen had burned being pumped down her throat by the cupload.

As bad as the indignity and public humiliation was, however, Tiffany gnawed on an even worse fear: What if one of the guys from Jefferson told one of the guys from Daniels about what had happened? Word of such an incident would spread like wildfire through the school, and her debasement would be complete. She just had to pray that over the weekend no one from the Jefferson basketball team had bumped into a member of the Daniels High team.

Her prayers were not answered, she found on Monday morning, when she had only been in the hall a few minutes before the first bell when Jay, a reserve guard, walked up to her boldly and said in a loud voice, "Well, well, if it isn't our own little Blowjob Betty!" Several students paused in the conversations to listen.

"I heard you were quite the Little Miss Mouth at halftime on Friday night, Tiffany! Is that what all the slutty outfits have been for lately? Have you been getting into training for your big blowjob run on Jefferson? And hey! How come you didn't come to our locker room and give us all blowjobs? Aren't Daniels High School cocks big enough for you."

Tiffany's face was hot and scarlet, and her heart was pounding. "Please, Jay, please, could you at least whisper?" she begged. It seemed as if the whole high school could hear, and she knew she couldn't deny it or it would only get worse.

Jay leaned over to the cheerleader's ear. "I'll be happy to whisper, Tiffany, if you'll meet me after school and put a lip-lock on my love muscle!"

"No, please, don't do this," Tiffany pleaded. "Leave me alone." She forced herself to walk away and duck into her classroom.

Fortunately, when she had reported to Principal White's office that morning, as she had been ordered to do every morning, he hadn't been there, so Tiffany had gotten away without having to change into some slutty outfit. She was dressed like her friends, in khakis and an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt, to all outward appearances a normal teenaged girl, not some remote-controlled whore being blackmailed and threatened by a gang of authority figures.

An old John Mellencamp song popped into Tiffany's head: "I fight authority, authority always wins..."

As the day wore on, it seemed that more and more of Daniels High was learning about what Tiffany had done last Friday night. When she walked into the lunchroom, three whole tables of boys, about 20 in all, had gotten pints of milk and smeared the milk all over their lips and upper lips, looking like perverse versions of the "Got Milk?" ads. "Hey Tiffany!" they roared in unison when she entered.

"Got cum?!!!" The cafeteria exploded with laughter. The entire school must know, Tiffany thought.

In English, when she got up to read a poem, several boys made fake coughing sounds into their cupped hands. But instead of coughing, they were saying "Blowjob! Blowjob!" When she walked in the hall between classes, boys whistled at her, or made loud lip-smacking sounds, or grabbed their dick through the front of their pants and squeezed, in a contemptuous come-on.

Somehow, she managed to get through Monday. Tuesday was as bad, although once again Principal White was not in his office, so she could stay in her regular clothes. Wednesday, the taunting and teasing started to die down a little. Teenagers have such short attention spans. Thursday was as close to normal a school day as Tiffany had had in two weeks.

But on Friday, when she reported to Principal White's office, there he was, sitting smugly behind his desk, his eyes glittering with lust. "Come on in, Princess, and lock the door behind you," he said pleasantly.

Roger White was counting a large stack of money. "Know what this is, Princess?" he asked. "This is money I won off the Jeff-Daniels game Friday night. Five grand. I won it betting with a bookie on Daniels High School. And you know what made it possible? You did, Tiffany. Our boys were getting beaten in the first half, but you really took the energy out of that Jefferson High team the second half. So thanks to you, I won $5,000. Kinda like I killed two birds with one stone, huh.

"I'm not a greedy man, so I thought it only fair that I share it with you. I figure $5 a blowjob times 14 is $70. So here are your earnings." He peeled off three 20s and a 10 and handed them to the girl.

Tiffany continued to be amazed at the small things that could humiliate her. She was rich; her daddy probably made 100 times as much a year as a high school principal. Yet here she was being paid $5 a blowjob, like the cheapest prostitute on record. The blowjobs had been bad enough, but getting paid for it, and so meagerly, made it even worse.

"So you've gotten kind of a break for four days, haven't you, Princess?" White continued. "No nifty new clothes to wear around school, no ants in the pants, no rimjobs, no gangbangs. Do you miss it?"

"No, sir," Tiffany said, and she was telling the truth, but it was also more complicated than that for the confused teenaged girl.

"Well, me and the guys decided to give you a little taste of what it would be like to go back to the old Tiffany Daniels for a few days. Now I hear a lot of what goes on around here, and I know some of the boys were having a little fun at your expense for a couple of days, but that's already pretty much died down now, hasn't it."

"Yes, sir."

"And the way things are going, I imagine in a week or so nobody will hardly remember all this nonsense if we keep going on this track, right?"

The youngster nodded in agreement.

"On the other hand, if you start dressing like a slut again, and doing really nasty outrageous things in public, like showing off your tits to a bunch of strangers in a store in a mall, then it's all gonna start raining down on you again, Princess. Maybe this time we would pick a place a little closer to home for you to show off those tits. Maybe next week's basketball game, we could have you go braless under your sweater, and rig the sweater somehow so that it comes off when you're in the middle of the floor in front of a couple thousand people." He smiled at the thought. Tiffany remained silent, knowing he was just tormenting her, not expecting a response.

"So the choice is yours, Princess. You do one last thing for us, and we let you go. You're free forever from us. If you refuse to do this one last thing, though, the last two weeks is gonna look like rookie camp before the big leagues. We're talking public exposure on a scale you haven't even dreamed of. We're talking trashing your reputation so thoroughly you won't be able to find a decent boy to piss on you. We're talking all-night sessions with Dr. Wu and his video equipment, being tortured in ways that would make the Marquis de Sade puke.

"So what's it gonna be, little Tiffany?"

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Give up your sister," White said, as if was the simplest thing in the world.

"Ss-ss-Stephanie?" stammered Tiffany, shocked.

"You got any other sisters you want to give up?" White said sarcastically.

"Please, sir, anything but that," Tiffany said. "She's only 14-"

"That's why we want her, Tiffany. We've had a good time with you, but we're always on the lookout for fresh meat. We want Stephanie, and we want you to help us get her. We could wait forever for her to screw up the way you did. So we'll give you a bag of cocaine to put in her backpack. A significant amount, enough to count for distributing. I search the backpack, and voila! - Stephanie is ours, just like you are."

Tiffany stiffened. "I won't do it," she said simply.

"The word 'won't' is not a part of your vocabulary, Princess. You will do it. Period."

"I won't," Tiffany repeated.

"Very well, then," White sighed. "Strip off your clothes."

Tiffany knew she would have to be tough to save Stephanie. But she would do anything. She stripped naked in front of the principal.

"Hop up on my desk and spread your legs. Feet flat on the desk, you worthless cunt." As soon as she did so, White reached into a drawer and pulled out a small metal cylinder about the size and shape of a lipstick tube. He roughly placed his fingers on her tender young labia and spread them apart, then pushed the tube up inside her. Without lubrication, the dry metal hurt going into her virgin pussy.

"Don't move, you little piece of shit," White said. The next object he pulled out was a real lipstick tube. He pushed up the bright red lipstick and began to apply it carefully to one nipple, then the other one. When he finished, each was a bright crimson.

"Get down and get dressed," White ordered, throwing two pieces of clothing at her. The first was a tiny pair of denim shorts - Daisy Dukes, the kids called them. But these shorts were so tiny Tiffany couldn't believe it as she pulled them on. They came up over her ass and kept going, so that the bottom third of each delectable rounded ass cheek hung out the bottom of each side. The crotch fit snugly up into her own pussy - naturally, White had not given her any panties to put on. She tugged at the top of the shorts, trying to get the waist up to snap them, and the more she tugged, the tighter they bit into her pussy. Soon the rough seam of the jeans material was working its way up into her snatch, spreading her labia apart.

Finally, painfully, the Daisy Dukes were almost ready to be snapped. She sucked her tummy in as much as she could to pull them around her waist, and barely managed to fasten them. But now she could barely breathe. Plus, sucking her stomach in had the effect of pushing out her already large breasts even more.

With the Daisy Dukes in place - biting into her pussy painfully - she quickly pulled on the white blouse that White had given her. It was a sheer material, bordering on see-through, the type of thing a teenaged girl would wear over a two-piece swimsuit at the beach as a coverup. These must have been in the pile of clothes we got at the Gap last week, Tiffany remembered.

She buttoned the blouse, but like the Dukes, it was much too small for her, and the buttons barely met. Her tits were straining against the thin fabric, rubbing against it. When she looked down, she saw to her horror that her breasts were as visible as if she had been wearing nothing at all. Even worse, the lipsticked nipples were so obvious they might as well have had blinking neon signs attached to them.

"You can wear your own sneakers and socks," White told her. When she was dressed, Tiffany stood in front of her principal, dressed in the most provocative outfit yet. Her ass hung out of the teensy denim shorts, and she was afraid that when she sat down, if she didn't keep her knees together tightly, people would be able to see the actual lips of her pussy peeking out on either side of the center seam. Her breasts would be on full display for everyone in the school to see.

"One last thing, cum-breath, and then off you go to class." White pulled out a small object that looked like a television remote control, only with a small dial and just one small green button in the center. He pushed the button....

And Tiffany's crotch exploded with pain! It was as if she had been kicked with a heavy boot. She doubled over and grabbed her midsection. Her breath had been knocked out of her so suddenly that she couldn't even scream. The pain lasted for a second, and then stopped.

"Oh gee," said White at the bent-over girl, who was gasping for air. "I think I set it a little too high. It's a remote control for delivering electrical shocks to that little tube in your cunt. Here, let me turn it down," he added, and twisted the dial a bit.

He pressed the button again, and this time Tiffany could feel a painful jolt of electricity stab her from inside her own pussy. She let out a little yelp and her hands involuntarily shot down to her crotch.

"That's better," said White. "I want to toy with you, Tiffany, not destroy you. Now that tube is gonna stay inside you all day long. And I'll be walking around school with this remote, which by the way has a very good range. You'll never know when I'm going to zap you. And while you walk around today in your rather creative attire, which I'm sure all the boys in school will really appreciate, and you get random shots of electricity at different levels zapped straight into that sweet little snatch of yours, I want you to be thinking about how long you can endure this, and whether it wouldn't be better to just do what we ask so we'll leave you alone. Now off to class with you, girl."

And Tiffany obediently went to class. When she first appeared in the hall after leaving Principal White's office, she nearly caused a riot. She was dressed like some model out of Hustler Barely Legal magazine, and the boys started flocking around her.

"Man, nice fuckin' tits, Tiffany!" they yelled.

"Nice fuckin' ass!"

"Think those shorts could be a little shorter, Tiff?"

From somewhere, she knew not where, a hand reached out and grabbed the naked part of her ass cheek which hung below the hem of the cut-offs. The boy's hand squeezed, and a finger tried to push up under the jeans, but they were too tight. Tiffany was about to slap the intruder's hand away when Zap! She felt the metal tube in her pussy deliver a strong, painful burst of electricity. Instantly both hands shot down to the crotch of her tiny cut-offs.

"Hey guys! She's grabbin' her crotch! What a whore!" yelled a boy. A small crowd of boys had gathered around her, hooting and grabbing at her. Tiffany's back was forced up against a row of lockers, and she was surrounded by horny young men, breathing hotly on her, poking her with their fingers, laughing and mocking her. She felt a hand reach up under her blouse and try to grab at her large breasts. She tried to reach up from her crotch to knock away the intruding hand, but the crush of boys against her made movement impossible. An unknown face leaned in and began licking her neck, and she could feel other hands running up her smooth young thighs, pinching at her crotch. She felt trapped and panicky.

Suddenly the bell rang signaling the beginning of first period. When the boys' attention was diverted for a second, Tiffany marshaled all her strength and pushed through the crowd. Suddenly free, she started to run, heading down a hall. She could hear the mob behind her shouting and calling her filthy names.

She hit the door of the girls' restroom at a full run and burst in, heading straight for a stall. She locked herself in, breathing hard, on the verge of tears. Just yesterday, it had seemed possible that she might get her reputation back, that everything would be forgotten. Now she knew that her tormentors could and would ruin her, torture her endlessly, escalating their nastiness. But she couldn't betray her innocent young sister. She just couldn't do it.

Another blast of voltage, stronger than the last one, ripped through her pussy. She doubled over and screamed. "God damn it! Leave me alone! Stop torturing me!" It burst from her mouth before she could stop it.

She heard the bathroom door open, heard footsteps. "Tiffany?" a girl's voice called out.

It was Stephanie!

"Go away, Steph, I'm OK!" she called from inside the stall.

"What's the matter? Why did you scream?"

"I can't talk about it. Please just go to class and leave me alone."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's been going on. And if you don't tell me, I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad!" Stephanie threatened.

Tiffany took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She swung the door open and saw her little sister standing there, looking at her with curiosity and surprising calm. Without warning, Tiffany started to talk. Like a dam bursting under great pressure, the entire story poured out. How she had cheated on a test and been caught, and then drugged and videotaped. How the men had continued to put her into compromising positions with their blackmail threats, then made more and videos, getting her in deeper and deeper. She left nothing out: the ants, the trip to the mall, the blowjobs, the public exposure and humiliation, the anal gangbang, the rimjobs, the half-time show for the Jefferson team. And now, finally, this horrible dilemma: They wanted Stephanie.

Tiffany was crying as she talked, tears running down her cheeks. Finally she ran out of words.

"Jesus, Tiff, I had no idea," Stephanie said. Her eyes were huge, and she was trembling. "Come here and give me a hug."

Tiffany embraced her 14-year-old sister tightly, and was surprised to feel the girl's nipples were hard. She pulled back. "Stephanie, are you wearing a bra? I can feel your nipples!"

"Uh, no," said Stephanie, "I usually don't wear a bra. My boobies aren't as big as yours yet," she said, using the term the girls had used when they were little and took baths together. "And as for my nipples being hard, well, I guess they are. I thing your story kind of excited me."

"Excited you?" Tiffany was puzzled.

"Well, yeah," said Stephanie. "Listen, Tiffany, since it's confession time, maybe I ought to tell you a little something. I'm not the sweet little innocent you think I am. I'm not a virgin."

"You're not? Who have you slept with?"

"Well, actually, lots of guys. I, uh, lost my virginity a couple of years ago. And I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Fucking was just about the coolest thing in the world. I started doing guys all over the place, all the time. After about six months, I realized that boys my age were so pathetic that they'd probably even pay me for it. I'd get to feel their cocks ramming away inside of me, and I'd cum like crazy, plus I'd make some money. I charge $25 for a blowjob and $100 for a fuck. I've g