24-Hour Boy Toy Tiffany
Ch. 4 - 6

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24-HOUR BOY TOY TIFFANY (MMMM/f teen, nc, humil.) Ch. 4 - 6 by Dr. Wu

THE STUFF THAT GOES FIRST: This story contains sex. If you are under 21, don't read it. Go somewhere else.

This story is copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be posted to any free newsgroup or archived on any free website but it may not be archived on any site that charges admission in any form.

This story is complete fiction, and any similarity between any real people and the characters here is coincidental and ridiculous. In real life, anyone attempting to imitate any of the activities in this story would be guilty of serious felonies and major sins. But this is fantasy, so enjoy.

Finally, this story can be read and enjoyed on its own, even though it is a sequel to "Toying With Tiffany," a saga in 13 chapters that was posted twice to A.S.S. in April and May 99. The author will not email "Toying With Tiffany" because he no longer has it. It is available by searching on www.deja.com. Comments are welcome.

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"Oh, oh, poor me...Poor poor pitiful me...

Oh these boys won't let me be...Lord have mercy on me...

Oh woe, woe is me." -- Warren Zevon's "Poor Poor Pitiful Me" as covered by Linda Ronstadt in the 80's

Poor, poor pitiful Tiffany Daniels. Just a few hours ago, the beautiful teenager had been safe in her own home, in her own bed, without a care in the world.

And now, here she was, bound into a tormenting position that was sheer hell, and promising to be a sex slave for the rest of the day and night to her icky little cousin Matt and his smarmy little friends. She shuddered, on the verge of tears, but told herself she would not let the worthless snots see her break down.

"Ya know who she likes?" snickered 13-year-old Luke as he gazed down fondly on the nude girl, and stroked the hard-on in his shorts. "She looks like Buffy the Vampire Slayer."

"Naw, you buttwipe," answered Little John, his friend. "She looks like the Alicia whatshername chick who was in those Aerosmith videos like "Crazy". Whatever happened to that chick, anyway?"

"Shut up, dudes," said Matt. "She looks like that Anna Kournikova, the tennis player. That's what all the kids at her high school say. And anyway, who cares who she looks like? It's time to fuck her!"

"Yeah, baby!" the boys shouted. "Time for some twat from Tiffany!"

The mortified cheerleader was helpless. She was splayed out obscenely on a lounge chair by Matt's parents' pool. Her hands were cuffed, pulled way above her head and cuffed to the wrought iron fence that surrounded the pool. Each ankle was also cuffed and fastened to a short rope looped inside a concrete cinder block. The boys had then pulled the cinder blocks over and above her head and placed them on the fence, so that her ankles were behind her head. The resulting position put a terrible strain on her lithe young body, and exposed her virgin pussy and ass completely. That pussy had been shaved, buttered, and left in the sun to get badly burned on the delicate, unexposed white skin. She wasn't hurting much yet, but Tiffany knew that as the hours wore on the sunburn would become unbearable, and it was a spot that was probably going to take a relentless pounding from her horny cousin and his erect young friends.

"How do we want to do this?" asked Mark.

"Please untie me," Tiffany begged.

"Correction, cuz," snarled Matt. "You're not tied. So we can't untie you. You're cuffed. So there." The boys all laughed at the helpless cheerleader.

"Let's just pick her up like this and take her over on the grass and do her there," Matt ordered.

"No, please, please uncuff me," Tiffany pleaded. "My legs hurt so much. I promised I'd be your sex slave."

"And you will, cuz. We'll uncuff you eventually. But for now, I kinda like you like this." So the four boys lifted the blocks off the poles of the wrought iron fence and pulled the cuffs off the fence but kept them fastened to her wrists and ankles. They carried the hot, buttered teenager in her awkward position out of the pool area and laid her on the grass in the backyard. Her pleading continued, but the boys ignored her.

"I'm first," said Matt.

"OK," said Luke, who was still filming the activities with the camcorder. "But I don't want sloppy seconds. So when you're going to cum, pull out and cum in her mouth or something."

"Sounds like a plan," said Matt, as Tiffany wailed in anguish. They had placed the concrete blocks lashed to her ankles on the ground above her head, so that her legs were pulled straight back. The letters Matt had stuck there - spelling out "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME" - were still in place, but the boys ignored them. They were focusing on Tiffany's shaved pussy, the pink sunburned labia that gaped open slightly, pointing straight up in the air, beckoning them to come on in. They intended to.

Matt stripped off his clothes and stood naked, and his three friends quickly followed. Tiffany saw that all four sprouted erections. Matt, Luke and Mark all had pretty decent hard-ons considering they were 13, but Little Johnny, who was 14, was a monster! Tiffany moaned when she saw the size of his cock! It was huge, the size of a horse, she thought (although she had never actually seen a horse's cock). It bobbed in front of Little Johnny, sticking out from his ground a good 10 or 11 inches, and the swollen purple head on the end looked as big as a tennis ball.

Matt squatted down in front of his 16-year-old cousin and placed the head of dick at the opening of her pussy. "Sorry I don't have time for some foreplay, cuz," he said mockingly. "But with all the butter inside you, I don't need to get you wet."

"Wait, Matt!" Tiffany screamed. "Please, I'm a virgin! Couldn't I just suck you guys off or something? Please don't take my virginity away!"

"Aw, come on, cuz," Matt replied. "From what I hear, with tampons and horseback riding and masturbating, the days when teenaged girls had a real hymen to break are long over. You'll just be nice and tight, and the butter inside that hot little pussy will help me go in nice and smooth. Sorry, cuz, but somebody had to bust your cherry, and we might as well keep it in the family. You know what they say, cuz: Incest is best!"

And with that, Matt slammed his cock into Tiffany's slick young cunt. It went in just as he had promised, smooth and slick, filling her pussy up with a real male organ for the first time in her life. She was no longer a virgin, Tiffany lamented. But Matt had been right, it hadn't really been that painful.

Even though Matt had just come on Tiffany a few hours ago, the recuperative powers of a 13-year-old boy are amazing, and it only took a few strokes inside the warm folds of his cousin's vagina before he felt his orgasm approaching. True to his word, he pulled his cock out just as Tiffany was getting used to the feeling, and ran around to her head. "Open up, cuz, here comes your protein treatment!" he cackled.

Tiffany dutifully opened her moist red lips and let her slimy cousin slide his dick into her mouth. She tasted butter, and her own pussy juice on his dick. "Suck it, cuz," he ordered, and just as she began to do so, she felt something pressing at her pussy again. Another boy had taken Matt's place.

It was Mark, and he started fucking where Matt had left off. Now Tiffany had one young cock stuffed up her pussy and another one stuffed in her mouth. Matt grabbed the sides of her head with his hands and started thrusting hard, hitting the back of her throat. For the second time that day, Tiffany gave her cousin Matthew a powerful orgasm, and the boy shot torrents of his hot sperm directly down her open throat, choking her with a flood of semen.

"Oh, man, that is one hot pussy!" bellowed Mark as he sawed in and out of Tiffany. Luke was moving around in circles, capturing every bit of the gangbang on video, occasionally zooming in for a close-up of Tiffany's beautiful face, panning down her lovely 36-C tits, and then capturing the action at the shaved juncture of her legs.

"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!" Little Johnny was yelling.

"Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" Mark bleated, and Tiffany was again presented with another dick to suck. Mark was really on the verge, and barely got the head of his dick past her lips when he exploded, coating her tongue and the insides of her mouth with salty semen. She swallowed it down, knowing that if she tried to spit it out the boys might punish her further.

Luke handed the camcorder off to Matt, and knelt at the altar of Tiffany's ravaged pussy. He, too, banged the helpless teenager, thrusting frantically and occasionally putting all his weight onto her poor legs, which were growing numb. It only took him a couple of minutes, and Tiffany got her third mouthful of boy-cum.

That left Little Johnny. Tiffany now knew why they boys had laughed about the nickname. They must have known he was massively hung. "I got me an idea," Johnny told her, with cruelty in his eyes. "I'm gonna give your pussy a rest, Miss Tiffany. I think I'll fuck that buttered little butthole of yours instead!"

"Noooooo! Please, no, Johnny, don't do it!" Tiffany wailed. "You'll kill me. You're too big! My pussy is still nice and tight. Use it instead!" She looked up and saw that Matt was standing over her with the camcorder, pointing it straight into her face, filming her begging to be fucked in the pussy instead of the ass.

"Hey, no fair!" said Luke. "I would have fucked her in the ass too if I had thought of it."

"Well, tough titty, ya douchebag," said Johnny. "I thought of it, and I'm gonna do it. Besides, we got plenty of time left. You can fuck her in the ass later." And with that, Johnny kneeled down in the grass, and sat back so that his buttocks were resting on his heels. His dick pointed straight out, and he leaned over and scooped up Tiffany's ass in his two hands. He lifted her ass a few inches off the ground, then placed the head of his cock at the tiny bud of Tiffany's sweet asshole.

"Please, Johnny, please, I'm begging you," Tiffany said. But it was no use. She felt the monster cock start to slide up her rectum. The boys had spread butter there as well, so she didn't tear or bleed, but the pain was unbelievable. It felt like Johnny was sliding a baseball bat up her butt.

"Take it out! Please take it out!" Tiffany squealed. The boys were all standing around and laughing at her as she squirmed and writhed on the grass. "I'll do anything! I'll lick your ass. I'll let you hurt me some more! Just please take it out!" the girl begged.

But Johnny had only one thought in his 14-year-old brain. He kept pushing, slowly but relentlessly, sliding the prick that was almost as wide as his wrist up her buttered butthole. Finally, his balls came to rest against the crack of her ass. He was all the way in.

Tiffany was huffing and puffing. She felt stuffed full. Her mind flashed back a few months, to the ass-fucking that Mr. White, Old Joe Black and her teachers had given her in the school cafeteria that horrible night. But those men had also been playing with her clit at the same time and giving her orgasms. These boys were not the least bit interested in giving her pleasure, only in taking it. No one had even touched her clit so far, although the pussy-fucking the first three boys had given her had caused her labia to rub back and forth against the sensitive little organ, getting it all revved up with no place to go.

Johnny withdrew his prick slowly, and once the head was almost out, pushed it back in, harder and faster this time. He pulled out again, then shoved in. Out and back in, out and back in, setting up a rhythm. Tiffany lashed her head from side to side, partly from the pain of having her rectum raped by such a huge object, partly from frustration that no one was paying any attention to her lonely little clittie.

"That's right!" yelled Luke. "Ream that sweet ass!"

"Oh man," moaned Johnny as his pelvis whipped back and forth, "she is so fuckin' tight. Thank God we buttered her up, or I think I'd be ripping her guts out by now."

"Go ahead and cum up her ass, J-boy," said Matt. "Once you're done we'll move on to other games, so just shoot your load right up there."

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" grunted Johnny as he pounded in and out of the cheerleader's ravaged rectum. His face was bright red and he was breathing hard, and Tiffany could tell he was about to cut loose. "I'm gonna cum up your ass, you fuckin' slut! Get ready, baby, cause here it comes! Ohhhhhhhh-"

Tiffany could feel the bulbous head of Johnny's massive dick throb and swell inside her tight little rear chute. It had started out huge, but with his pending orgasm it had swollen even more in the last few seconds. To Tiffany, it felt like a grapefruit was being slid back and forth in her intestines. Then with a roar, Johnny began to cum. He hosed down her ass with a massive blast of semen, then another, then another. On and on came his torrents of cum, backing up inside her gut and being pushed out of her tender ass-ring by his pistoning cock. Sperm flowed out of her ass, down onto the grass, as her rapist emptied his balls into her.

"Oh, man, that was fuckin' great!" exclaimed Johnny. "Did you get it on tape?"

"Every fuckin' second!" exulted Matt. "Just think, cuz, when this is all over and you go home, we'll make copies of this tape so we can all have one to watch over and over."

This is your life, Tiffany Daniels. To be tormented by males, first older men, then younger boys, and have those torments and humiliations and rapes and abuses all captured on video, to be watched and enjoyed and jacked off to forever. Tiffany just closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do. It was if this was her fate.

She felt the boys uncuffing her wrists and ankles, and suddenly she was free to move again. Her legs flopped back down, the muscles aching from being pulled back in after being in such an unnatural position for two hours. She was sore, she had cum dripping out of her asshole, and her mouth still tasted like cum. She knew the sunburn would kick in very soon and make the tender skin around her pussy and ass blaze with fire. She knew that her parents and aunt and uncle would not be back until the next morning, that she was stuck here with these monstrous boys till then.

"Hey, cuz-bitch!" said Matt. "What are you doin' just layin' around? We're hungry. Why don't you get into the kitchen and fix us some lunch?"

Tiffany wanted to tell him to fix his own goddamned lunch, but knew it was futile. She was their sex slave, their plaything, their boy-toy. If she balked, they would hold her down again, cuff her, and stick firecrackers in her ass and pussy and light them.

"I said we're hungry, cunt!" yelled Matt. "Move it!"

"Yes, Matt," she said meekly, getting to her feet. "Can I at least put my clothes back on?"

"Fuck no!" said Matt. "You can fix lunch naked. In fact, I'm in the mood for a BLT, so you can fry up some bacon, naked, standing right in front of the stove. Maybe if we get lucky, some hot bacon grease will pop up out of the pan onto your tits. Sounds cool!"

"I'm going," Tiffany said, and walked, naked, back to the house.

"Man, I'm in the mood to eat out that sweet pussy after lunch," Mark said after she was gone.

"Well, you know the rules," Matt replied. "We can eat her all we want and do anything we want except let her cum. We're forbidden from that."

"Hey, she's our bitch-slave! We can do what we want!" said Mark, sticking out his hairless chest.

"No we can't, ass-wipe. Don't forget. We didn't set this deal up. It was handed to us on a silver platter by you-know-who. You don't think I'd have the balls to do this on my own, do you? We made a deal, and that deal is to be as nasty as we can to cousin Tiffany, but whatever we do, don't let her cum. The idea is that it'll drive her nuts and she'll start beggin' us to cum."

"Yeah, OK, whatever," the boys mumbled. Their stomachs were rumbling, and they started moving toward the house, where Tiffany the sex slave was fixing their lunch. Soon it would be Tiffany who would be fixed. But good.

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CHAPTER FIVE: THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"What am I doin' hangin' 'round?" -- The Monkees

The boys sat at the kitchen table, still naked. They giggled and jabbed each other, eyeballed their captive babysitter, whispered, and giggled some more.

Tiffany stood at the kitchen stove, also naked. She was finishing frying the bacon for the boys' BLTs for lunch, but she couldn't help thinking what little nerds they were. They were only 13 years old, after all, except for Johnny, who was 14, an age when boys are usually playing Nintendo 64, stealing dad's Playboys, quoting "South Park" and sneaking into R-rated movies. These four boys had stumbled into a sexual gold mine, their very own sex slave, but couldn't muster an ounce of sophistication among them.

Tiffany found herself almost longing for the torments of the men at school. Now those were men who really knew how to use a girl. Sure of themselves, masterful, strong, none of this laughing and elbow-jabbing shit, she thought, which was more humiliating for her to endure. But then she was appalled at where her thoughts had roamed, and stopped herself. She would not think back fondly on what Mr. White and the others had done to her as some kind of "Good Old Days," even if today did seem much worse by comparison. She had lost her virginity to her cousin Matthew, been gangbanged and then, as a finale, been fucked up the ass by Johnny. God almighty, her poor little butthole still hurt from that.

She served her masters their sandwiches, chips and Cokes. There were only four chairs at the table so she ate standing up, at the kitchen counter. The youngsters inhaled their food hungrily, and were done in a few minutes.

"Clear our plates, slave!" ordered Matt, and Tiffany complied.

"Can I just ask you something, Matt, since I'm being such a good slave?" she asked. "You know that video you guys were watching a while ago? Where did you get that?"

"Sorry, cuz, can't tell you that," Matt answered. "I'm sworn to secrecy. It's a damn nice little tape, though. I had it for a few days before you came over to sit, and managed to dub copies for my friends here. The each have a copy back at their house, so don't think you can sneak off and rip it off. That would just piss us off. And I don't think you want to do that."

No, the dazed blonde thought, she didn't want to do that.

"Now that you mention it, though, let's all go in the family room and watch it together," Matt suggested. "You can explain to us what's going on in each scene. We'll have a contest to see who gets wood first."

Tiffany came so close to telling her younger cousin to fuck off and die, but then she remembered how she was outnumbered, and how unlike the older men, these boys had no qualms about hurting her badly. The thought of a firecracker being stuck up her bottom and set off made her wince. She nodded her agreement, her head hung in shame.

In the family room, the boys led Tiffany to the big couch. Johnny and Mark sat down and pulled the compliant sex slave down between them, spreading her legs. They roughly pulled one leg in each direction, so that she was doing a splits, her shaved pussy completely exposed. Matt popped the tape into the VCR and Luke manned the camcorder, filming Tiffany's reaction as the boys spread her labia wide open and began assaulting her. Johnny shoved his index finger up inside her poor ravaged cunt and began working it in and out, frigging the helpless girl, while Mark went to work on her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive little spot in circles. Against her will, her clit began to swell and distend, exposing more of its nerve endings to the boy's fingers. Involuntarily, her breathing began to get ragged and her hips began to buck ever so slightly under the maddening assault.

On the TV screen, Tiffany watched what her teachers had done to her several months ago. She saw herself sucking her algebra teacher off in his apartment, the trip to the mall, and that humiliating scene in The Rave where she had been forced to strip naked to the waist and let the burly, ugly clerk help her try on a skimpy halter top. The boys kept saying, "Man, this is so cool" and "You are such a slut," and all the while they kept rubbing her pussy, exciting her against her will.

After about half an hour, all four boys were sprouting erections again, so they stopped the tape and told their sitter it was time to get them off again. "Hey, remember that porno tape of your dad's we found?" Matt said to Luke. "That chick in the video took two dicks at the same time - one up her pussy and one up her ass. Double penetration, they called it on the box. Why don't we try that."

"Oh God, please, Matthew, please, have mercy on me," Tiffany pleaded. "I can't do that. You'll hurt me, you'll split me wide open-"

"Tell you what, cuzzy-slut," Matt said. "Out of consideration for not busting you wide open, we won't have Johnny be a part of it. Me and Luke will do the double thing, then Mark and Johnny can take you one at a time. Take it or leave it, cuz."

Tiffany had no choice. She knew what her fate would be if she tried to fight, escape, or even argue further. Rough hands pulled her down onto the floor. Luke handed the camcorder to Johnny, and lay down on his back, his hard-on pointing straight up. "Climb aboard, Tiffany-bitch," he ordered, and Tiffany was forced down on her hands and knees, her pussy poised right over his dick. The frigging and clit-work the boys had done had gotten her pussy all juicy and ready to take a cock, and Luke slid easily up inside of her.

Matt squatted behind his 16-year-old cousin and aimed his dick at her tight little anal opening. He pushed forward, and Tiffany felt her cousin penetrate her rectum.

"Stop, please stop, boys," she begged. "It hurts, it's too much!"

"Take it all, cuz," Matt hissed, and shoved his cock the rest of the way in. Then he and Luke began to fuck young Tiffany Daniels in earnest. At first they alternated, with one pulling out just as the other was shoving in. But then they realized it hurt Tiffany more if they coordinated their strokes, and they both began ramming into her at the same time. Thrust after thrust after thrust, Tiffany moaned and begged the boys to stop, but they pushed on relentlessly. Johnny watched, his enormous dick in his right hand, which worked lazily up and down the shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" Johnny suddenly yelled. "I'm gonna cum." He stepped around to Tiffany's face and let loose a blast of jism that caught her square in the right eye, blinding the girl. Seconds later, she felt her cousin and his friend both start to erupt inside her. Luke shot his spunk deep inside her womb, while Matt emptied his balls into her rectum. She felt as if she was nothing more than a cum bag, a cum target, for the boys.

The afternoon became a blur of horror for Tiffany. The boys enjoyed playing with her pussy while they were waiting for their cocks to get hard again, but they would never let her cum. Slowly, her frustration began to build. At one point, they took turns eating her out, each boy getting one minute to lick and suck her clit, which was becoming more and more engorged. She realized that she was pushing her pussy forward into each boy's mouth, trying to get that one special moment of contact between tongue and her painfully throbbing clit that would launch her into an orgasm, but as soon as she was almost there, the boys would call out "Switch!" and the boy tonguing her would get up, to be replaced by another boy. The contact would be broken, and she'd have to start her build-up to a climax all over again.

They teased the poor girl for hours, until she was begging them to make her cum. They refused, telling her it was part of some "deal". She didn't understand. She tried to make herself cum, rubbing her clit with her fingers, but the boys grabbed her hands away and laughed, and handcuffed her hands back behind her back.

"For God's sake, please, pleeeeeeease, Matt, I'll do anything you want, I promise," the cheerleader babbled. Matt and his friends just laughed. They had all gotten hard again later in the afternoon, but this time forced her to suck them all off, one after another, because they were afraid that the friction of their cocks if they fucked her might get the girl off.

For dinner, they ordered pizza for delivery. When the delivery boy came, he was greeted at the door by Tiffany, stark naked, her pussy as bare as a seven-year-old girl's. By now, her sunburn had really kicked in, and the area that had once been covered by her bikini bottoms was now a bright pink. The boys had also peeled the lettering off the backs of her legs, and there were now pink burned letters standing out against the tan of her thighs, inviting every male who saw her to indulge his fantasies: Fuck Me. Spank Me.

The boys forced Tiffany to tell the pizza delivery boy that she didn't have any money to pay for the pizza, but she would pay with a blowjob. The delivery boy had heard stories in the back room about such happenings, but figured they were all invented. He wasted no time in pulling down his pants right there in the entry way, and Tiffany kneeled in front of him. She she engulfed his prick into her warm mouth, she smelled oregano and yeast on the boy.

After the pizza boy had come - and cum - and gone, the boys marched Tiffany into the kitchen and dug into the pizza. But they told her she would have to wait before she ate. After eating a big slice, Matt pulled a piece from the cardboard box, laid it on the table, stood up and began jacking off. Luke joined him, the two boys side by side. Tiffany didn't understand what they were doing, even as their hands pumped faster and faster until they became a blur. Simultaneously, both boys erupted in orgasm, and semen shot out of their cocks and splattered all over the pepperoni pizza slice.

"Here you go, cuz. This is your slice," Matt said with a wicked grin, pushing the jism-covered pizza across the table. Tiffany's stomach lurched a little, but she realized it really wasn't worse than anything else that had been done to her. She'd already tasted the semen of all four boys; what did a little more matter? She was sinking into a pool of degradation and hopelessness. She didn't see what else they could do to her that was any worse than the days' events so far. A few minutes later, it was John and Mark's turn to coat another slice of pizza with semen, and Tiffany obediently ate the second slice as well. What would have been unimaginable to her this morning was now no big deal.

"Come on down in the basement, Tiffany," Matt said after dinner. "It's time for a new game." Tiffany didn't like the sound of the basement, or a "new game." She frantically tried to think of something else to keep the boys upstairs, which suddenly seemed safer.

"Why don't we watch that tape again," she suggested. "I'll suck you all off while you watch it."

"Nah, forget it," said Mark. "Been there, done that, crossed it off the list. Gotta move on."

"I don't want to go to the basement," Tiffany whined.

"Who cares what you want, cunt-cuz?" said Matt. "You're goin'. End of story." All four boys grabbed the teen, overpowering her. Little Johnny worked his way behind her, wrapped his huge arms around her in a bear hug and lifted her off the floor. She kicked futilely, her bare feet hitting nothing but air.

Within minutes, she was downstairs in her aunt and uncle's finished basement. In even less time, the boys had forced her feet into a set of heavy boots which turned out to be her Uncle Pete's gravity boots. Pete used them to hang upside down and do hanging sit-ups to stay in shape. Tiffany would hang upside down as well, although not in a doorway like her uncle did. While Johnny held her arms pinned to her sides and crushed her so hard she could barely breathe, the other three boys managed to hold on to her kicking legs and pull her booted feet upwards toward a thick water pipe that ran along the ceiling. They hooked the hooks on the boots over the water pipe, and Johnny let go, letting Tiffany hang freely. She was locked into the boots and hung completely upside down, her nude body dangling. To complete her helplessness, they cuffed her wrists behind her back and ran a rope from the cuffs up to the water pipe, so that her hands were bound behind her. The position of her arms had the added advantage, to the boys anyway, of thrusting her proud young breasts out even further from her body, as if offering them to the mercies of the youngsters.

"Mark, go get the equipment we talked about," Matt ordered. "Johnny, pull those stepladders over here and let's get her legs as far apart as we can." Matt and Johnny stood on top of the short ladders and scooted Tiffany's ankles in opposite directions; the hooks of the boots slid easily along the pipe. Soon they had her limber young legs spread as far apart as they could possibly go. The high school cheerleader was doing a splits, only she was upside down. With nothing for the rest of her body to get a purchase on, she couldn't move her own legs back in together. Tiffany Daniels was forming a perfect Y, and as the blood rushed to her head, she could see, upside down, the sadistic excitement in the eyes of her tormentors.

Mark came back with the three knapsacks the boys had arrived with, which had already provided the handcuffs, firecrackers and magnifying glasses for earlier entertainment. Tiffany was watching everything upside down, which made the unreality of her horrible predicament even more bizarre and disorienting. "Please let me down, please," she begged. "I'll do anything you want. I'll think of new stuff all by myself. Nasty stuff, really kinky. Please, Matt, I'm begging you!"

"Shut up, cuz, or you'll get another jockey shorts gag," young master Matthew fired back at the suspended teenager. "We may be younger than you, but we're perfectly able to think up our own nasty stuff. In fact, I think we're probably a lot better at it than you are!" he crowed.

The next few hours were the most horrible of Tiffany's life, worse than everything that had gone before put together: the rapes, the blackmail, the drugging, the rimjobs, the public stripping and groping, the using her as a toy and a plaything. She realized, in the part of her brain that wasn't screaming, that her four captors were scarcely advanced beyond the stage of boys who pull the wings off flies for sport. Scarcely advanced at all. They had all cum several times in the last few hours, and the fact that their horniness was sated made them even more cruel than they had been.

For the first hour, Matt and his buddies kept Tiffany right on the brink of an orgasm without letting her cum. They kept referring to their "instructions" from "you know who," but Tiffany didn't have a clue, nor did she really care after the first half hour. Mark had pulled out two battery-powered portable drills from his bag, which at first terrified the captive girl, until she saw how they had been adapted. Each one had a drill bit, but rubber-banded tightly to each drill bit was a group of long, soft feathers, which stuck out well beyond the bit. Matt and Mark climbed up on their stepladders so they could reach her shaved and utterly exposed pussy, Matt in front and Mark in back. Then they both went to work on her with the feather drills.

Mark used one hand to pull apart the cheeks of her defenseless bottom, exposing her tight pink butthole. He pulled harder, prying open the little ring. Then he turned on the drill and inserted the tips of the feathers into her rectum. The rapidly spinning feathers tickled her wildly, an insanely fluttering feeling that soon began to feel stimulating to the sensitive nerve endings that lined the girl's anus. Matt, meanwhile, was doing the exact same maneuver on her pussy, inserting his feathers a couple of inches into her well-used snatch. The drilling wasn't painful, but it was maddening. And it became even worse when Matt withdrew the feathers from inside her labia and started running them back and forth across her clit. The tickling of her poor exposed clit nearly drove the helpless cheerleader insane.

Little Johnny and Luke were working on her splendid young breasts, which though hanging upside down were so firm that they hardly pointed down at all. Still, the angle of Tiffany's suspension exposed the soft, tender undersides of those tits, and the each boy went to work on a breast, caressing the undersides with their fingertips and tongues, working slowly toward each nipple, then sucking the nipples into their mouths. The sexual stimulation of her sensitive nipples and breasts seemed to form a direct current between her chest and her groin; she felt like a river of sexual longing was flowing through her body.

Midway through the first hour, they wheeled in a vacuum cleaner, and extended the hose. They attached a soft round bristle brush, the kind used to vacuum upholstery, and went to work on her body using the brush. They ran it up and down her nude torso, tickling her underarms and ribcage, while Tiffany shrieked and pleaded and occasionally burst into involuntary laughter from the tickling. Then they planted the brush end on each breast, and the sucking power of the vacuum on her abused nipples was so sensual Tiffany thought she would die. Finally, they moved the vacuum hose up to her splayed-open pussy and ran it over and over her clit and labia, which were now a bright red, a combination of the sunburn and the blood that was managing to flow to her privates despite her upside-down position.

"Ohhh God, ohhh God, please don't do this, boys," Tiffany babbled, overcome with a potent mix of fear, lust and an overwhelming desire for an orgasm. "At least make me cum, please, pleeeease!"

"Beg for it, you slut," Matt barked. The camcorder had been set up on a tripod and was recording Tiffany's basement ordeal and degradation.

"Please let me cum, please, please," Tiffany cried. Her pussy was juicing up like it never had in her life, sweet teen lubrication spilling out over the top and running down her smooth, tanned tummy.

The boys laughed and jeered at the poor girl, and continued to torment her with the vacuum cleaner and the feather-drills, tickling and teasing her, working over her clit and the stopping briefly, then starting again.

Just when Tiffany thought nothing could be worse, the boys surprised her. They put aside the tools they had been using, and brought out new ones. Tiffany was almost hoarse from screaming at this point, but found she had some voice left.

Johnny climbed up on a stepladder with a jar of peanut butter, scooped out a big fingerful and stabbed it down into her wet pussy. Then Matt handed him a jar, and as it passed her face, Tiffany saw what was inside: cockroaches! Eight, 10, 12, she wasn't sure how many, but they were big fuckers, and very much alive. As Tiffany screamed and twisted, Johnny unscrewed the lid of the jar and clamped it upside down onto her bald and sunburned twat. The roaches followed their instincts and pursued the peanut butter, crawling into Tiffany's juicy little pussy.

Tiffany knew that begging and pleading would not help, but she screamed anyway, screamed mindlessly for the boys to remove the horrible insects that she could feel crawling around inside her. She could feel their nasty little legs and antenna moving on the slick walls of her twat, and thought she would go mad. The boys all laughed at their tormented babysitter.

After letting the cockroaches ravage her poor pussy for what seemed like forever, but was actually only about half an hour, the boys grabbed tweezers and began extracting the nasty little insects. There was only room for one set of tweezers at a time inside her, so the others, with nothing to do, used the tweezers to pinch the ring of her asshole and pull, or to squeeze her nipples.

Then once the cockroaches were all removed, out came the vacuum cleaner and feather-drills again, and the boys started revving Tiffany back up to the edge of orgasm. The torture went on and on, alternating between sexually stimulating the cheerleader but not allowing her to cum, and torturing her in bizarre and inventive ways. The boys mocked her and jeered, as her screams and fruitless begging echoed off the paneled walls of the basement. Midnight came and went, as Saturday passed into early Sunday morning. Tiffany was a babbling mess of unsatisfied horniness, sunburn, terror and confusion. The minutes clicked into hours, and if she had let the thought enter her mind, she would have realized the boys planned to keep her like this all night long.

They were all so lost in their little world of dominance and humiliation that they didn't hear the car pulling into the driveway outside.

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CHAPTER SIX: THE CONCLUSION THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"Sisters, sisters...

There were never such devoted sisters...

Never had to have a chaperone, no sir...

I'm here to keep my eye on her." -- "Sisters" from Irving Berlin's "White Christmas"

The sleek black Lincoln Navigator SUV pulled into the driveway. Roger White, principal of Godfrey Daniels High School, parked and turned on the dome light. He looked over at the little girl in the passenger seat.

"How's your pussy?" he asked.

"It's pretty sore," said Stephanie Daniels, Tiffany's 14-year-old sister. "It's gonna be out of order for a few days, but I'll be back in business before you know it." She smiled wickedly and winked at the older man.

"I thought those firemen were gonna tear you up," White said.

"Yeah, it wasn't the dicks, though, it was that hose. Man! But that has to rank in my top five orgasms of all time," she gushed.

Stephanie and Roger White had been together since Saturday morning, with Stephanie only pretending to stay at a friend's house while her parents were camping. They'd made a stop at the Renaissance Festival to watch Tiffany in the stocks, then several more stops, including an adult video store with booths, where Stephanie had delivered some rather pleasant surprises to the lonely men masturbating in solitude. But just now, they had come from the local firehouse. They had pulled in a couple of hours previously, with Stephanie dressed as a slutty Catholic school girl: pleated skirt so short it just barely covered her ass cheeks, white knee socks, penny loafers, a white blouse with the top 4 buttons unbuttoned. The rising sophomore at Daniels High wore no panties or bra.

She had walked into the firehouse as if she owned the place, and several firefighters looked up from their game of Hearts. "You guys ever heard the expression 'Where's the fire?' " she asked them. "Well, boys, it's right here in my pussy," she said, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her gleamingly smooth, freshly shaved 14-year-old labia. Within minutes, she was rutting in the firemen's quarters in a massive gangbang, taking their cocks up her ass, down her throat, and into her pussy. White had waited outside in the Lincoln; he'd had Stephanie so many times by now, and made her submit to so many things, that he now just dropped her off with a set of orders and waited.

After all the firemen had fucked the little girl twice and they could no longer get it up, she had begun taunting them in an attempt to get them angry enough to degrade and abuse her, because that was what really got young Stephanie off. She had told them they were too old and soft, that boys her age could get it up over and over, that maybe she'd go find some cops who were real men who could satisfy a girl like her.

The firemen, more and more pissed off, finally grabbed Stephie and took her out behind the station. They tied her naked to a tree, first tying her wrists behind the tree, then pulling her ankles back as well and tying them off. When she was completely helpless and exposed, they'd unrolled one of their powerful fire hoses and hooked it up to the practice hydrant out back. The men were careful to regulate the water flow so it was not too strong - it could have killed the girl at full force - but made sure it was powerful enough to teach her a lesson.

First they played the torrent of water on her breasts, which were not at big as Tiffany's perfect 36Cs, but were coming in very nicely. They laughed as her nipples hardened into little spikes under the water stream. Then they trained the water onto her pretty little face, until she was forced to take a breath and inhaled a massive lungful of water, causing her to gag and sputter. Finally they moved down to her pussy. Because Stephanie's legs were pulled back and she'd just been freshly fucked, her labia were swollen and a little raw already. The little hood that sometimes covered her clit was completely retracted, and the firemen moved in closer with the big nozzle, aiming it right at that clit.

"Aahhhhhhh!!" Stephanie had screamed when the ice-cold jet of water hit her over-heated pussy. The firemen couldn't tell if the scream was one of pain or of pleasure, but if they had known Stephanie's twisted sexuality, they would have understood there was no difference. They played the firehose up and down her pussy, always moving back to her clit, as the girl writhed and spasmed in the ropes that bound her to the tree. By the time they were done, she was slumping in the ropes, nearly unconscious, having bucked her way through half a dozen powerful orgasms.

White had collected her and driven her to her Uncle Pete and Aunt Peggy's house. Even outside, they could hear Stephanie screaming hoarsely down in the basement, but because no one else lived near them yet in the new subdivision, her screams went unheard by anyone who might have saved her.

"I wish I could come in with you," White said.

"No, please," Stephanie said. "This was my idea, and it's my game. You'll reap the rewards in the very near future, Master Roger, I promise."

"I know I can trust you, Stephanie," he said. "I've trained you well, little slut. Go in there and give her hell."

"Oh, I think she's already experienced hell," Stephanie said with a sick little smile. She picked up a small suitcase from the floor and climbed out of the SUV. As White pulled away, she walked in the unlocked front door and went straight to the kitchen.

In Uncle Pete and Aunt Peggy's kitchen, Stephanie pulled a bottle of tequila out of her suitcase and a small vial of white powder. She found some highball glasses and a tray, and pureed three fingers of tequila into all six glasses. Then she took out the vial and emptied the powder, a powerful, fast-acting sleeping drug, into four of the glasses, and headed down to the basement, carrying the tray like a waitress.

"Anybody home?" she called out. She reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the amazing scene: her older sister Tiffany hung upside down in gravity boots from a water pipe, her legs spread out to form an enormous Y, and the four boys torturing her. Stephanie's pussy throbbed a little at the sight, and she could feel herself getting wet between her legs.

Tiffany saw her younger sister. Even upside down and nearly delirious, she yelled out, "Stephanie, help! Help! Run and get the cops!"

"Help? It doesn't look to me like these boys need any help," Stephanie smirked. "As for the cops, why should I go and fuck up my perfect little plan?"

"Your plan? Your plan?" Tiffany sputtered.

"Yes, sis, my plan. Who do you think gave Matt the video? And all the ideas of what to do to you? Jeez, Tiff, he isn't smart enough to come up with all this by himself!"

Matt, Mark, Luke and Johnny stopped what they were doing and looked at sexy Stephanie, still in her debauched schoolgirl outfit. They could see her little nipples poking out through the sheer white blouse.

"Why don't you boys take a break and have a little drink?" Stephanie suggested. She set down the tray. "I'll join you. Maybe later, we'll even let Tiffany take a break," she laughed.

The boys came over and Stephanie passed out the glasses of tequila, making sure to give them the doctored drinks. She took a plain tequila and raised it in a toast. "To Tiffany!" she said, and the boys, trying to be grown-up, all followed her lead. Stephanie drained her tequila in one swallow and slammed the glass down, and the boys did the same.

It didn't take long. Mr. White had given her the drug when she had told him what she needed, and within minutes the boys were sitting down, complaining of feeling woozy and tired. Not longer after that they were passed out cold on the basement floor.

"Thank God, Steph!" exclaimed Tiffany. "I don't know what you did, but you made them pass out. Now get me down from here, please! I'm dying!"

"I'm sure you are, Tiffany dearest," said Stephanie sweetly. "And I'll certainly get you down. But as I said, I planned this whole little adventure of yours. And it's not over yet. Actually, all of this has just been a way to soften you up for what's still to come."

"I don't care. You're not making any sense. Just get me down from here, please! Please, Stephanie!" begged Tiffany.

"Just shut up and listen!" barked Stephanie. "Then I'll let you down. We've got a job to do, sister dear. In a few minutes a guest is going to arrive. And you and I are going to fuck that guest. Together, the two of us. If you agree to fuck our guest, then I'll let you down. If you don't agree, then I brought this." Stephanie reached into the back waistband of her skirt and pulled out a vicious looking cat o'nine tails.

"Noooooo!" wailed Tiffany. "Oh God, please, put that thing away!"

"I'll put it right up the middle of your pussy if you don't go along with me," Stephanie said sternly. "It would be interesting to see how many times I could bring this baby down directly on your clit. And whether you would cum first from having your clit whipped or whether you'd pass out."

"Oh God," Tiffany said, huffing and puffing. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll do it, I'll do it, I promise, only put that away."

"You'll do exactly what my guest and I tell you to do, no matter what?"

"Yes, yes, I swear, I swear, I'll do anything, anything. Don't whip me, Stephanie, please don't whip my poor little pussy!"

"OK, I'll let you down without a whipping," Stephanie said. "But if you put up any kind of fuss or whine or do anything except show extreme enthusiasm, I'll wake these boys up and give them the whip. Imagine what these nasty little fuckers would do to you with a whip like this."

It was difficult, but Stephanie got Tiffany down from the water pipe. She uncuffed her older sister's hands, and helped her pull herself up so she was holding the pipe. Then Steph stood on a step ladder and unbuckled the gravity boots. Tiffany slid her feet out, uncurled her body and dropped to the floor, where she stood, somewhat wobbily, trying to get her bearings and balance. She had been hanging upside down for hours.

"Enough fuckin' around, sis," said Stephanie. "Put these clothes on now." Tiffany meekly obeyed. It was as if she had no free will left at all. The outfit was identical to Stephanie's Catholic schoolgirl's, only a perverted version. The plaid skirt hung only an inch below her crotch, exposing all of her long, beautiful legs, including the sunburned "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME" on the backs of her thighs. She pulled on the white knee socks and penny loafers, buttoned up the sheer white blouse. Of course there was no underwear for her, and she neither expected to wear it nor asked her younger sister.

Stephanie went to the camcorder on the tripod and popped out the videotape the boys had been making of Tiffany's day-long ordeal. "I think I'll take this with me," she said. "The boys will be pissed, but hey, fuck 'em."

"Can you at least tell me who it is I'm supposed to fuck in exchange for you rescuing me?" she asked.

"Sure," said Stephanie cheerfully. "It's Uncle Pete."

"Uncle Pete!" exclaimed Tiffany. "Oh, gross! That's incest, Stephanie!"

"What do you think's been going on here, sister dearest, patty-cake?" said Stephanie. "You've already been fucked by your cousin eight ways from Sunday. This will be one time, and since you will be initiating it, it won't be rape."

"Why would I initiate it? You mean you want me to seduce Uncle Pete?"

"Oh, he won't take much seducing," Stephanie explained. "This has been in the works for several weeks. See, Uncle Pete has been impotent for a few months. Hasn't been able to get a good hard-on that lasts, even though he's only 45. So he went to this friend of his, a guy named Dr. Wu, to get some dirty videos he could watch to help him get it up. Dr. Wu introduced him to Master Roger, my master. He recognized that you and I were Uncle Pete's nieces, and started asking Pete some questions about what would get him hard. Pretty soon, they'd stuck a deal: Master Roger would deliver Pete's two teenaged nieces, who would willingly give him the fucking of his life, in exchange for $5,000. Master Roger keeps half, and you and I split the other half. That's $1,250 for you. Pretty good wages for one fuck, don't you think?"

"I'm getting paid to fuck my uncle?" Tiffany said. She was outraged. "That's like being a prostitute, a whore. I'm a good girl! I'm not a whore! I was a virgin up until this morning!"

"Are you always this dumb?" snapped Stephanie. "First of all, it's good money. Second, it's not as if that pussy and ass haven't already been worked out pretty thoroughly. Finally, and most important, let me remind you that if you don't go along, I'll wake up Matthew and his friends and give them the whip and tell them to have a contest as to who can take the most skin off your ass."

Tiffany just stared at the floor. She was trapped, again, and she knew it. No way out. There was never any way out. First Mr. White, or Master Roger, as Steph called him, had seen to that, then Matthew, and now her very own sister.

"Oh, one more thing, sis," Stephanie said. "I promised Uncle Pete he could fuck you in the ass."

Tiffany just swallowed hard and nodded. She thought about protesting again, but knew it would do no good. The girls heard the sound of the front door opening and closing upstairs. "Now remember," Stephanie warned her sister, "you're supposed to be seductive and enthusiastic. If I don't see the proper enthusiasm, if Uncle Pete doesn't have a hard-on like a steel crowbar the whole time, I'm gonna report back to Master Roger and he's gonna be pissed off at you. I don't think you want to go there, sis."

The two girls, in their matching schoolgirl outfits, walked upstairs. Uncle Pete stood in the entry. "Why Uncle Pete, what a pleasant surprise!" said Stephanie sweetly. "The boys are all sound asleep downstairs. How would you like to have a little fun?"

"I'd like that very much," Pete Daniels said, as if his mouth was very dry. Pete was a tall and stocky 45-year-old, a former high school football player who had developed a bit of a middle-aged beer gut. His eyes glittered with lust as he took in the vision before him: his 16-year-old niece and and his 14-year-old niece, ready and willing to make a nice Uncle Pete Sandwich.

"How did you get away?" Tiffany asked, not knowing what else to say.

"They're all asleep back at the campsite," Pete replied. "I drove like hell to get here, and I can be back before anyone wakes up. I took a couple of Viagra on the way over here, and they're just starting to kick in, so why don't you come over here and give your Uncle a little kiss?"

Stephanie pushed Tiffany forward, and the cheerleader reluctantly walked to her horny uncle. Suddenly a scene from a movie popped into her head, "Career Opportunities". She remembered this scene where Jennifer Connelly was a young sexpot, and her father had a friend from work home, and Jennifer had gone up to him and surprised everyone by kissing the friend on the lips, very soft and sexy. The film image helped Tiffany know how to play it, and she walked up to her uncle the way Jennifer Connelly had done, turned her face up toward him and closed her eyes, and pushed her soft young lips forward to his. Uncle Pete bent down slightly and took her face tenderly in his hands. He leaned into her mouth and kissed her, softly at first, and then gradually more forcefully. Tiffany opened her mouth and Uncle Pete's tongue slid in, hot and thick. She shivered with the deep French kiss, feeling it all the way down to her toes, which tingled. She had never been kissed like that, and oh, it was sexy, even if it was her uncle!

Then she felt something else. Her uncle's hands snaked behind her, pulled up her short skirt and cupped her bare ass cheeks.

"Why Tiffany, you naughty little slut, you're not wearing any panties," he said hoarsely.

"I took them off for you, Uncle Pete," she said. She knew the role she had to play. Pete continued to fondle her bare ass and push his body against her. Tiffany could feel his erection, big and fat and bulging, the Viagra working, but more than that working on the middle-aged man as he pushed into her crotch. Her head was swimming with confusion as her uncle kissed her passionately again.

Stephanie went behind her uncle and began to undress him, pulling his shirt up over his head and his pants down. He stepped out of them, hardly breaking his soul-kissing with Tiffany. His hands had moved to her blouse and unbuttoned it, and it fell to the floor of its own accord. He rubbed her nipples, and Tiffany moaned with pleasure.

Her horniness, which had been dormant, now returned with a vengeance. The boys had been teasing her for so long without letting her cum, and now her uncle was stoking those fires again. Tiffany could feel her clit throb, feel her pussy was getting wetter. She broke the kiss and saw that Stephanie was now stark naked except for her shoes and white knee socks, and Tiffany followed suit, unsnapping her skirt and letting it fall to her feet.

"Let's show Uncle Pete how good two little mouths at once can feel," Stephanie suggested, and Tiffany, increasingly overcome with her own lust, didn't protest at all. Pete sat back on the sofa and both girls knelt between his spread legs. Stephanie began licking his long hard shaft, and she guided Tiffany's mouth to the head of Uncle Pete's cock. Tiffany engulfed the swollen head with her soft red lips and began bobbing her hot mouth up and down.

"Oh God, oh God, you naughty little girls!" shouted Uncle Pete. "Jesus Fucking Christ, suck that cock, suck it for all its worth!" Stephanie began to play with herself, rubbing her index finger on her hard little clit, and Tiffany copied her sister, masturbating frantically. The girls slurped and sucked, working their little teenaged mouths over the middle-aged man's cock. They changed places, with Stephanie working on the head and Tiffany tonguing up and down the shaft. Without even thinking what she was doing, Tiffany moved her head lower and began to lick her uncle's scrotum, running her tongue over his hairy balls again while her uncle moaned in ecstasy.

For a good 10 minutes, the two teenagers gave the older man a dual tongue bath all over his privates, from the tip of his cock all the way back to his asshole, which Stephanie reached by pulling his legs apart as far as they could go and burrowing her little pink tongue in deep and low until it struck gold. Uncle Pete was half out of his mind with sexual delirium, his only regret being that he hadn't thought to set up a hidden video camera to preserve this amazing scene.

With her free hand, the one she wasn't masturbating with, Stephanie poked her sister in the ribs, giving her a signal. The luscious high school senior came up for air and looked up at her uncle's face. "Uncle Pete?" she asked sweetly, with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Would you please fuck me up the ass? Would you do that, please, Uncle Pete?"

"You want me to shove my cock up your little butthole, Tiffany?" her uncle asked, deeply into the little play they were acting out. "You want to be cornholed, my little niece? Beg me for it, niece!"

"Please, Uncle Pete, please ream out my tight little rectum with your big ol' monster cock. Make me scream. Ram it all the way in. I want to feel that cock all the way up into my flat little tummy. I want to taste it coming out my mouth. I'm a nasty little whore, Uncle Pete! Do me! Do me!"

Stephanie was impressed. Her sister was really into it. She wondered, briefly, if Tiffany was just going along under the threat of being whipped, or whether her horniness had really carried her to this stage and she was no longer play-acting.

Tiffany would not have been able to answer that. It wasn't really either/or any more. She was into the scene, and badly wanted to cum, as her fingers flew across her rigid little love button, which was terribly slick with her leaking pussy juices.

"Come here, you little slut," Pete Daniels growled. He got down on the floor, jerked Tiffany roughly around so that she was down on all fours, and Pete was behind her. His cock, as hard as a brick, bobbed out in front of him, soaked with the two girls' saliva. He lined up the head with Tiffany's little pink rectum and gave one massive shove. Instantly, he slid all the way into the youngster's rear chute, his balls slapping against her leaky pussy and his wiry pubic hair tickling the crack of her ass.

"Oh JESUS! JESUS!" Tiffany screamed, partly from pain but mostly from pleasure. She supported herself on her knees and her right hand and reached back between her legs with her left hand to find her throbbing clit again.

"Here, let me, sis," she heard Stephanie's voice saying, and then felt something incredibly soft and warm licking up and down her slit. She opened her eyes and saw that Stephanie was on her back and had slid underneath her and Uncle Pete, and positioned her face right below their genitals. By scooting slightly and tilting her head, she could reach Tiffany's clit and Uncle Pete's dangling balls.

Pete started ramming away in his young niece's asshole: pound, pound, pound! Slurp slurp slurp! Tiffany could feel Stephanie's mouth on her vagina, feel her younger sister take her clit in between her lips and began to suck on it as if it was a miniature cock. The feeling was indescribable, the most intense thing she had ever felt in her life, and she wasn't aware that she was screaming "YES! YES! YES!" over and over. Stephanie sucked and sucked on her sister's clit, while her own hand stayed busy in her crotch, never stopping.

Pete was the next one to get a surprise, as he felt something on his balls. Stephanie had reached up her free hand and grabbed gently ahold his testicles and was pulling down on them, digging her fingernails in. A little bit harder and it might have been painful, but she had the touch exactly right, and then she began kneading and massaging his balls as he plunged his cock over and over again into the spasming bunghole of his 16-year-old niece. Then he felt something ever better, if that was possible. Stephanie was probing at his asshole with a moistened finger. He relaxed his asshole and Stephanie's finger slid right in until it rubbed against his prostate gland. She was probing his prostate while he fucked his niece up the ass. It was too much for the man, and he exploded.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he roared. "Oh fuck that sweet fucking teenaged ass of yours, you fucking cunt, I'm cumming!"

Tiffany felt her uncle's dick throb in her asshole just as her own orgasm hit. Her clit was trapped between Stephanie's lips and Stephanie was sucking away at it, tickling it endlessly. The stimulation overwhelmed the older girl, and her mind-blowing orgasm hit just as Uncle Pete's seed began jetting up her rectum.

Pete screamed. Tiffany screamed. Then little Stephie began to scream too as her own fingering finally paid off. The three of them entangled together on the floor, moaned and bucked and writhed. Sweat was pouring off them like runners at the end of a marathon.

Finally, they all came back to earth, and began to untangle. Pete Daniels was breathing so hard the girls thought he would have a heart attack, but he was smiling so hard they knew that ever if he died on the spot it would have been worth it for him. Although his dick was beginning to droop, the two teenaged girls were capable of more orgasms. Without even talking about what they were doing, they both sat on their uncle's floor and spread their young legs wide open and continued to finger themselves. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Tiffany's body as she jacked herself off while her uncle watched.

Soon she was sated, as was Stephanie. Uncle Pete's face wasn't so red anymore, and he dressed. The girls stayed naked, seated on the floor.

"So how was it?" asked Stephanie with a gleam in her eye.

"Worth every penny, you sweet little love-bunnies," he answered with a grin. "You know, maybe we could arrange to do this again sometime, only cut Roger White out of it. I'll arrange to get rid of Peggy and the boys, you girls sneak over here and I pay you girls $1,000 each for a night of this. What do you say?"

"I really shouldn't do anything behind Master Roger's back," Stephanie answered, always the good little submissive. "But maybe what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"So what are you girls going to do the rest of the summer?" Uncle Pete asked them.

"I've got lots of plans," Stephanie said. She picked up the video that Matthew, Mark, Luke and John had made. Uncle Pete didn't know what was on it, but Tiffany knew.

"Under Master Roger, I've discovered the joys of being a submissive little slut," the 14-year-old said. "But I've also been wondering what it would be like to have a little sex slave of my own, to be the dominant one in a relationship. Now I mean to find out. My sister Tiffany is going to spend the rest of the summer being my sex slave, that is she'll do it unless she wants a couple of very interesting videos to find their way into mom and dad's VCR."

Tiffany wasn't even shocked at her sister's betrayal. It was as if it had all been fated to come to this point. She would never escape being a sex slave, she realized. It was her destiny. It was what she was meant to be.

"What are you going to make her do?" Uncle Pete asked.

"Oh, all sorts of things," Stephanie replied. They were talking about her as if she wasn't even there, Tiffany thought, as if she were a thing, an object, a nothing. "For openers, she's gonna be eating my pussy so much her face is gonna look like a glazed donut!" Uncle Pete laughed, and Tiffany blushed. She said nothing.

"Then I'll just let my imagination run wild," Stephanie went on. "Maybe we'll go back to the Renaissance Festival, only this time go right before closing time. We could meet up with Sir Reginald and the boys and this time they wouldn't have to worry about security guards. They could put my big sister into the stocks and bring out the goat and this time go all the way!"

Uncle Pete had no idea what she was talking about, but Tiffany knew, and she trembled inside.

"There's malls to go to," continued Stephanie, "and the White Water Adventures park, where a girl with Tiffany's body wearing a very thin white bathing suit - a white bathing suit that would soon be very wet - should attract quite an appreciative crowd of teenaged boys. If I can talk Mom and Dad into getting away for a weekend, maybe I'll invite Master Roger and his friends over, and Matthew and his friends, and I'll just play director, telling all eight of them what to do to Tiffany.

"The good news, big sister, is that you're gonna have more orgasms this summer than you ever imagined possible. You're gonna cum till your toes curl and your eyes pop out of your head, cum until you beg me to stop - and then you'll cum some more."

Tiffany couldn't believe it, but she felt her clit stirring. She was getting turned on hearing her depraved sister's plans. Her young pussy spasmed slightly, and she wished she had something up inside her, stimulating her. Without even thinking about it, her hand drifted back down to her shaved crotch and sought out her own little clitty. She touched herself, and gasped with pleasure.

"Look at what a little whore she is," Uncle Pete said to Stephanie. "She's getting off hearing about all you're going to do to her."

"Yeah, and that's just the beginning," Stephanie said, her eyes ablaze with lust. "We're gonna be the ultimate sister act of all time."

And the blonde 14-year-old began to sing a song from "White Christmas", a movie that the girls had watched every holiday season with their parents. When they had been little, about 10 and 8 years old, they had loved performing the song "Sisters", the one sung by Vera Ellen and Rosemary Clooney. Stephanie was singing the song, and Uncle Pete began to laugh, and Tiffany felt herself on the verge of another huge orgasm.

Toward the end, Tiffany came, hard. And she couldn't help herself, but she joined her little sister Stephanie in singing:

"Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister," they sang together.

"And lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man!"

THE END

(NOTE TO A.S.S. NEWSGROUPIES: Dr. Wu thanks the many fans who have appreciated "Toying With Tiffany" and "24-Hour Boy Toy Tiffany". After about four months of writing about Tiffany, it's time to give her a rest. She's been through a lot, I think we all agree. Dr. Wu will return to the newsgroup at a later date with more stories, probably of a different sort.)

"Are you crazy? Are you high? Or just an ordinary guy? Have you done all you can do? Are you with me, doctor?" -- "Doctor Wu" by Steely Dan

Webmaster's note: Again, as with the first Tiffany story, Dr. Wu did come to find his unfortunate heroine deserving to find herself in yet another nasty misadventure, so he did write another sequel, this one entitled "Trippin' With Tiffany". It will be posted shortly, so check back soon.

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