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24-HOUR BOY TOY TIFFANY

Chapter One
By Dr. Wu

MMMM/f teen, nc, humil

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.

The house was enormous and obviously worth more than $1 million, Tiffany
thought, but why would they build one so far away from any other neighbor?
Still pouting about getting stuck with baby-sitting, Tiffany got out of the car
and forced a smile as Pete and Peggy came out and greeted her parents. They
exclaimed on how she had grown, what a beauty she was, all the usual adult
crap, she thought, while keeping the smile plastered on. Then she saw a figure
standing in the doorway.
"Hey, cuz!" he called. "What's up?" Was that Matt? she thought. She had
last seen him as a scrawny, nasty 10-year-old boy, a kid who was always trying
to peek through the keyhole at her when she went to the bathroom. The last time
she had baby-sat for Matt, three years ago, she had had to give him a spanking
for picking the lock on the bathroom door while she was taking a shower and
bursting in to see her naked body.
But this boy had grown. Boy, had he grown. Matt Daniels was now 5 foot,
8 inches, an inch taller than Tiffany. He had put on weight, too, and most of it
was muscle. Standing there in gym shorts and no shirt, his arms crossed over his
chest and a sly smile on his lips, it was obvious the boy had been working out
with weights. It was equally obvious that he had entered puberty at least a year
ago; dark armpit hair sprouted from under his folded arms.
Swell, Tiffany thought to herself. Not only do I have to sit for this little
pervert, now he's in puberty, so his hormones are going to be raging even more.
Tiffany knew a fair amount about the raging hormones of teenaged boys. As she
stood in the driveway, she could see his eyes travel up and down her body,
taking in the long expanse of her bare legs, lingering on her short-shorts, which
she now regretted wearing, then up to her chest, those ample, 36C perfect
teenaged tits that thrust forward beneath the peasant blouse. The look made her
uncomfortable, much more uncomfortable than when Matt as a little boy had
spied on her. She made herself speak.
"Hey, Matt. Long time, no see." What a lame-o thing to say, she thought.
This was stupid, letting herself get flustered by a kid almost four years younger
than her. The parents all gabbed while Tiffany carried in her bag. "Where am I
sleeping?" she asked Matt, since this was her first time in his new house.
"Where would you like to sleep?" Matt asked. Was he sneering, or being
sincere? Tiffany couldn't tell.
"Just tell me where to put my bag, please," she sighed.
"Top of the stairs, guest room at the end of the hall. Nice queen-sized bed,"
Matt told her. As she climbed the stairs, she thought she could feel Matt's
young, lustful gaze burning into the shorts that clung tightly to the sculpted
bubbles of her ass, but she didn't want to look back and give him the satisfaction.
All too soon, her mom and dad were saying goodbye. They were going
camping overnight with Pete and Peggy, and would be back on Sunday. Peggy
explained to Tiffany that Matt was allowed to have friends over if they behaved
themselves, but that she was in charge and could set the rules as she saw fit. She
also said that they had bought a book of tickets to the Renaissance Festival that
was playing in a field outside town, and that she could drive Matt and his friends
there today if she wanted. Peggy handed Tiffany ten $20 bills for incidental
expenses, and with a flurry of waves and good-byes, her aunt and uncle and
parents pulled away, leaving her alone with her cousin Matt.
"So, what you want to do, cuz?" Matt asked. Tiffany wished he would stop
calling her that.
"My name is Tiffany, Matthew. And right now I really don't feel like doing
much of anything. So you go off and play with yourself." She blushed as soon as
the words were out of her mouth. She had meant to say "play BY yourself," not
WITH yourself. But she wasn't going to tell him that. He shrugged and walked
away. Get a grip, girl, Tiffany told herself. He's still just a 13-year-old boy, even
though he has grown up physically. He's not even in high school yet, and you're
a rising senior. Plus his mom said that you're the one in charge. So settle down
and be in charge.
Tiffany decided she would go out to the pool that Pete and Peggy had put in
the back yard and work on her tan, so she went upstairs to the guest room where
her bag was. She closed the door and carefully locked it, but then decided she
didn't trust the lock while she was changing clothes, scooted a chair over and
wedged it against the door. That ought to keep the little pecker out, she thought
with a smile.
Tiffany had stripped off her clothes and underwear and was just tying the
strings that held her skimpy white bikini in place when she heard a blood-
curdling scream from somewhere downstairs. Only she and Matt were in the
house, and it sounded as if the boy was in horrible agony. She quickly finished
tying off the bikini and pushed the chair away from the door.
She could hear Matt screaming downstairs, "Owwwwww! Oh
GODDDDDD! Ohmigoddddd!" She ran downstairs, following the sound, and
quickly found Matt laying on the kitchen floor, rolled tightly into a fetal
position. His knees were up under his chin, and his hands were pressed tightly
into his lap. His face was red from the screaming.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" she yelled over his bellowing,
trying to be heard and trying not to panic. She'd been babysitting only about 10
minutes and already the boy was hurt.
"Oh God, I hurt myself!" Matt said, huffing and puffing.
"How?" said Tiffany. "Matt, you have to tell me how you hurt yourself!"
"On the corner of the kitchen chair," Matt said. "I don't know how it
happened. But I racked myself, you know, I hit my, uh, crotch." Shit, thought
Tiffany. Swell. "Oh Jesus God, it hurts so bad," Matt said. There were tears in
his eyes as he rolled on the floor in a tight fetal ball.
"Take a deep breath," Matt," she instructed. "It's going to be OK." She bent
down over the writhing boy, going down on her hands and knees on the kitchen
floor.
"I think I broke it," Matt yelped.
"I don't think you can break it, Matt," she said, trying to be calm.
Although she had had quite an exposure to the male penis during her stint as a sex
toy four months ago, she really didn't know much about the technical aspects of the
organ. Could it be broken? She wasn't sure.
"I gotta go to the emergency room!' Matt cried. "Take me to the hospital,
Tiffany." No way, she thought. That would only be the last possible resort, if
there was really something seriously wrong. She had no idea what kind of
insurance her aunt and uncle had, there would be forms to fill out, a zillion
embarrassing questions to answer, first at the hospital, and then even worse,
from her aunt and uncle and parents. She had to take care of Matthew herself.
The nervous 16-year-old steeled herself for what she was about to do.
"Let me look at it, Matt," she said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I have to
see how bad you're hurt." Matt stayed in a tight ball. "Come on, Matt, I have to
look," Tiffany pleaded. "If it's really, uh, broken, I'll take you to the emergency
room, I promise." Slowly the younger boy uncurled his body. His face was still
red, and he was breathing heavily. "OK," he told her, and his voice was
trembling. When Matt didn't make a move to pull down his gym shorts, Tiffany
realized she would have to. She hooked her hands into the waistband and gently
lowered the trunks, trying not to hurt him any more.
"Be careful," Matt whined. "Be gentle."
"I'm not gonna hurt you," she told her cousin. Down came the gym shorts,
and Tiffany was astonished to see he wasn't wearing underpants. Not only that,
but his cock was semi-hard. It wasn't as big as the men she had dealt with during
the school year, but it was a pretty decent length and width for a boy who had
only been in puberty for a year. She tried to be clinical as she looked at her
cousin's cock and think of it as just another part of his body.
"I think it's broken," Matt repeated. "You better check it, or else take me to
the emergency room." The screaming and the confusion had set off Tiffany's
adrenaline. Her heart was pounding and she was on the verge of
hyperventilating herself, and the poor girl didn't realize that she wasn't thinking
clearly.
"Show me where it hurts," she told Matt, who immediately reached out and
took her right arm by the wrist and guided her hand to the base of his cock.
"Right there," he said. "See if it's broken. Give it a little squeeze." Tiffany
squeezed lightly, and felt the teenaged dick jump in her grip. She could feel the
blood pounding in the cock, just like the blood was pounding in her head.
She was so focused on what was happening that she did not realize that Matt was
now laying on his back looking straight up at her as she bent over him,
specifically right at her glorious tits as they heaved under the thin white fabric of
the bikini.
"It's higher," Matt told her, and Tiffany, still not fully cognizant of what
was going on, slid her grip up a little higher. She didn't know how it happened,
but somehow Matt had shifted his pelvis while she did it, and her hand slid all
the way up to the head of his cock, which was now as hard as an iron bar and
steaming hot to her touch.
"It still hurts, Tiffany," Matt said, his eyes locked on her perfect 16-year-old
breasts, which hung down just inches from his nose. "But I know you can make
it better." Faster than the strike of a rattlesnake, Matt reached out a hand and
wrapped it around Tiffany's right hand, seizing it in an iron grip. With his other
hand, he reached up and plucked the front of her bikini top, pulling it up to her
chin. Instantly, her large tits popped free, practically right in her young cousin's
face.
"Whoa! Nice fuckin' tits, cuz!" the boy chortled. He gripped her right hand
even harder and began to slide it up and down on his erection, which was jutting
straight up and pointed at her.
"You little bastard!" Tiffany screamed at her cousin. She couldn't believe
what was happening. One second she was worried about taking Matt to the
hospital, and the next second she was grappling with the horny boy, who was
stronger than she had expected.
"Let's see some pussy!" Matt shouted, and reached with his free left hand
for the string that tied the bottom of Tiffany's bikini alongside her hip.
She had tied it into a simple bow, and Matt now grabbed one loose end and pulled.
Tiffany had been trying to use her free left hand to pull her top back down
over her breasts, but it was nearly impossible. She had only the one hand free,
and with Matt gripping her right hand and writhing on the floor, she was off
balance. Plus her large tits were dangling down and swaying back and forth with
the forced motion of jacking her young cousin off. It was like trying to put two
water balloons into two lunch bags as the bags were being moved back and forth.
Then she felt the side of her bikini bottom spring loose, and knew that she
was in serious trouble. The boy might actually have rape on his mind, Tiffany
suddenly thought. She let go of her bikini top and reached down to grab the
bottom, which was now flapping loose on one side, threatening to expose her
teenaged pussy and ass to the hormone-addled boy who was trying to undress
her. It was like batting an octopus.
"Yeah, cuz, let's see that body you been hidin' on me!" Matt yelled. He
increased the speed of her hand on his hard dick, forcing her to jack up and
down on his young cock with a fast, fluid motion.
"Let me go, you little prick," Tiffany screamed at the boy. "I'm
gonna kill
you!"
"Oh yeah, cousin, make me cum! Here I cum!" shouted Matt, and
suddenly
his young dick exploded, shooting semen upward at Tiffany. The entire
wrestling match had only taken a little more than a minute, but Matt was so
young and so horny, and Tiffany's hand job, even though not given willingly,
was the first time he had ever had a girl's hand on his penis. It hadn't taken long.
Tiffany was still on her knees bent over her cousin, and his cockstarted
spewing hot semen all over her. The first glob hit her right on the nipple,
a big shot of sticky, salty boy-cum. A second shot followed a split second later and hit
her in the right eye. More and more boy-cum poured out of his spurting cock,
hitting her on her tight, tanned little tummy, oozing into her sweet little belly-
button, landing in her beautiful blonde hair.
"You shit! You goddamn little shit!" Tiffany screamed at the boy.
Suddenly Matt broke free of her and rolled to one side, then bounced to his feet. He
was amazingly quick and agile, as well as strong.
"Jiz on my cuz! Jiz on my cuz!" the little monster began chanting in a hip-
hop style. "Lookit that ho, with jiz on her bod! Lookit that ho, just lookit
that
ho!"
"I'll kill you!" Tiffany bellowed as she got to her feet and charged at her
cousin. Her bikini top was still above her breasts, although tied in back, and her
large tits flopped and bounced freely as she charged him. Her bikini bottom, tied
on only side, gaped to the side and down, showing a flash of the silky blonde
pubic patch it had tried to conceal. Matt laughed and kept up his white boy rap,
dancing just out of her reach.
"Jiz on the cuz! Jiz on the cuz!" he mocked her. He began running out of
the kitchen and toward the front of the house, and Tiffany, enraged, ready to
really give her young tormentor a genuine pain in the balls, followed. As they
approached the front hallway, the doorbell rang. Matt was making straight for
the door, and Tiffany, partly blind from the sperm in one eye and pumped on her
own anger and adrenaline, was only a few steps behind him, screaming like a
banshee. Matt ran right to the front door and flung it open.
There on the front porch stood three more teenaged boys about Matt's age.
Their mouths dropped open in astonishment when they looked over Matt's
shoulder and saw his 16-year-old babysitter, one of the sexiest girls they had
ever seen (counting men's magazines), only a few feet away from them. Strings
and globs of semen clung to her face, her hair and her body, her tits were
completely exposed and heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, and her
bikini bottom flopped to one side.
"Hey dudes!" Matt yelled at his friends. "Right on time! This is my cousin
Tiffany! And as you can see, you each owe me $10 bucks, cause I got her to
jack me off in the first hour she was here!" The boys all rushed forward into the
front hall to get a closer look at the nearly naked, sperm-spattered teenage
cheerleader, Tiffany suddenly realized her position, and how badly she was
outnumbered. She was still furious with Matt, but realized she needed to get to
safety quickly or what had been merely ugly could get far worse in no time at
all. She could see the lust and evil glittering in the eyes of the three boys who
had just come into the house.
She pushed past Matt and hit the stairs, bounding up them two at a time to
the guest room. Into the room, slam the door, push the heavy chair in front of the
door. It might not stop them, but it would slow them down. Panting, gasping for
air, standing in the middle of the room covered in sperm, she had not felt so
humiliated since her torture at the hands of the men of Daniels High School.
Downstairs, Matt and his friends walked into the kitchen and pulled cold sodas
from the refrigerator.
"Man, you were right. She is so fuckin' hot I can't believe it," said Luke
"So why aren't we going after her?" asked Mark.
"Hey, we got all fuckin' day and all fuckin' night with Miss Tiffany
Daniels," Matt told his friends. "We're gonna have us the best 24 hours ever.

And my stuck-up cunt of a cousin is gonna have the worst 24 hours of herlife. I
guarantee it."

Chapter Two - The One That Goes Like This:

" ... And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to..."

-- "Witchcraft" by Coleman and Leigh, as sung by Frank Sinatra

Tiffany stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding. Rage filled her
at her young cousin and what he had just done to her. She went into the
bathroom, pulled Kleenexes roughly from the box, and began to wipe the sperm
from her face and body. She took her swimsuit off the rest of the way to make
sure she didn't miss any globs hidden away; she had seen "Something About Mary"
and didn't want a replay of what had happened in that movie, even though the
circumstances were completely different. As she wiped away the disgusting
clots of semen from her skin, she began to think of what her next step would be.
Revenge was definitely high on her list, probably numbers one through ten,
in fact, but what could she do at this point? Little monster Matt had three
teenaged friends with him downstairs, and was surely giving them a blow by
blow description of what had just happened. To go down there and face him
head on, order him to apologize or attempt to discipline him was probably the
worst possible step to take. If she tried to turn him over her knee for a spanking,
even without his friends, he was strong enough now that it would be she who wound
up getting the spanking. A quick mental picture flashed through her mind, of her bent
over Matt's lap, her pants down around her ankles, and him giving her a
hard, open-handed spanking on her bare bottom. She shuddered.

No, something else was needed. She couldn't call Matt's parents or
her own; they were camping, without a phone. She thought of calling some
of her friends to come over, but what would she tell them? Her 13-year-
old cousin was bullying her around and she was wiping his sperm out of
her eye? No, that was the last thing she needed.

Then Tiffany remembered the Renaissance Festival. Aunt Peggy had
bought a book of tickets to the summertime event, which was taking place
on weekends in a huge open field not far away. If she could safely get
Matt and his nasty little friends into the car and out to the festival,
they'd be in public and she'd be safe with all the people around. They
could stay at the festival all day, and she'd deal with what to do in the
evening when she got there.

Meanwhile, Matt had completed telling his young friends what he had
just done to his cousin the cheerleader. The boys were wide-eyed and
drop-jawed. They had talked about this, planned it even, but they hadn't
really been sure that it would happen. Now it was happening.

"Man, I can't believe we're doing this," said Johnny, a hulking 14-
year-old who had been held back a year in school and thus was still in
eighth grade with the others. "This fuckin' rocks!"

"You know it, man," said Mark. "Now all we got to do is get her to
that Renaissance Festival for Stage Two. How we gonna do that?"

"I haven't figured that out yet," admitted Matt. "But I'm kinda
hoping that she won't want to spend the day here in the house with us,
after what just happened. So we'll get to Stage Two somehow, I bet. By
the way, did you guys bring the stuff we talked about?"

They all nodded and pointed to their backpacks slung in a corner.
"And we've all got permission to spend th night!" said Johnny.

"Quiet, I think I hear her coming," said Luke, the fourth member of
the perverted little posse of teen boys.

Tiffany came down the stairs slowly, nervously. She had dressed as
demurely and modestly as she could, but it was summer in Texas, and she
hadn't been expecting this turn of events. The best she could do was to
get back into the white peasant blouse and shorts she had worn over
earlier. She had no jeans, no long pants, and no dresses packed. She had
pulled her beautiful long blonde hair back into a ponytail and put on no
makeup in hopes of looking dowdy for the boys.

Fat chance. Tiffany Daniels was a stunning 16-year-old girl, as
every male from 9 to 90 knew instantly upon seeing her. Her luscious
teenaged body had just ripened into full womanly curves, and her face,
with its pouty-lipped, pubescent beauty, was frequently compared to that
of the teen tennis star Anna Kournikova.

"Matt, may I see you alone a moment?" Tiffany called nervously.

"Sure, Tiffany," Matt answered. Now was the time to play his
babysitting cousin just right, the boy thought, and that meant as little
attitude as possible.

Tiffany didn't know what to say about what Matt had just done to
her, so she decided not to say anything. "Do you want to go to the
Renaissance Festival?" she asked. "You and your friends?"

"Well, yeah, I guess," Matt said. "Sure. When did you want to go?"

"No time like right now!" Tiffany said brightly. "Tell your friends
to get in your mom's car and we'll go." Matt ran into the kitchen to talk
to his friends, and Tiffany went out and started the car.

Soon the boys piled out of the house and into the Ford Taurus, Matt
up front, "shotgun!," and his three friends in back. "Hey guys, this is
my cousin, Tiffany," Matt called out, matter-of-factly. "Tiffany, this is
Luke, Mark, and the guy on the right is Johnny, although sometimes we
call him Little John."

"Like in Robin Hood?" Tiffany asked.

The boys looked at each other, puzzled, then burst out laughing.
"Yeah, right, Tiff, whatever you say," Matt said, mockingly. Tiffany
didn't get the joke. She would, of course, later in the day.

"Yo! What's up, Tiff?" said Luke.

Tiffany bristled. She hated it when dumb little white boys from the
suburbs, rich white boys, pretended to be homeys from the hood, hated
them wearing their jeans falling down off their ass and talking about
their posses and their cribs. She wanted to bitch-slap them all. But she
just gripped the steering wheel tighter, and drove.

A half hour later they were turning into the open field that served
as a parking lot. Normally, Tiffany wouldn't have wanted to go to
something geeky like a Renaissance Festival - she was way too cool for
such events now, unless a really cute older boy had asked her, maybe. She
had been with a group of friends several years ago, though, and she knew
the basic routine. A mock "village," meant to represent 16th century
England or Europe usually, was built in a big field. Performers were
hired, some local, and some parts of touring groups who travelled the
country, to put on shows and act as if they were really in 16th century
England. There'd be a king, a queen, a jester, a dark knight, a lot of
peasants, a soothsayer, etc., on and on. Part of the "fun" for the
suburbanites who paid $15 a head to get in was to interact with the
actors as if the whole scene were really 16th century England instead of
the United States in 1999. Staying in character was crucial for the
players.

Oh well, thought Tiffany. At least I can let the boys go off and watch
jousting and magic shows, and I can wander around safely in the crowd for
most of the day. I'll be safe.

The sun was beating down harsh already at 11 a.m. as Tiffany and her
four young charges went through the main gates and down the "main street"
of the festival. It was hot, and getting hotter.

"Listen up, guys," she told Matt and his obnxious friends. "We'll meet
back here at the entrance at 5 p.m. Here's $20 each for food and drink.
Don't get sunburned and stay out of trouble."

"Gee, cuz, are you trying to get rid of us?" Matt asked. "I thought we
could pal around together." He was mocking her, and Tiffany fought down
the urge to smack the punk.

"Oh, you don't want to hang out with me," Tiffany said. As soon as the
words were out of her mouth, a horse and rider trotted by. The horse was
black, and the young man astride the beast was clad all in black too,
with a black goatee, a feathered cap atop his head and a sword and
scabbard dangling from his waist. He looked at the boys, and Little John
gave a nod. Tiffany saw the boy nod and thought it was odd. She looked up
quickly at the man on the horse and thought she saw him nod as well. But
he wheeled and rode off, and just like that, the boys were all saying,
"OK, whatever. See ya back here at five. They walked off in a pack,
giggling, appearing to share some secret joke.

Half an hour later, the gorgeous blonde cheerleader had found a
patch of shade and was sipping a lemonade. Although she was lightly
tanned, she knew that the fierce Texas sun today would burn her badly if
she stayed in the sun for long, and she hadn't brought sunscreen.
Suddenly a shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw the dark man on
his dark horse. He dismounted gracefully.

"Good day, fair lady," he said in the speech that all the Renaissance
players affected. "What is a beautiful maiden like you doing all alone,
if I may be so bold?"

Tiffany was flattered. He was darkly handsome, and his eyes
sparkled. She guessed him to be in his early 20s, just old enough to be
dangerous but not old enough to be gross and middle-aged.

"Kind sir," she replied, trying to mimic the speech, "I am just
enjoying my drink. I'm afraid if I stay in the sun too long my skin will
burn."

"That would be a terrible shame, to see such fair skin burned. Art
thee alone?"

"It's a long story," Tiffany answered. "And a boring one. What's
your name?"

"I am Sir Reginald. Some call me the dark knight, but I'm really a
pretty good guy when I'm not playing dress-up." He broke character and
smiled warmly at her. "Seriously," he continued, now speaking regularly,
"if you're just trying to get out of the sun, come back to where the
performers hang out. We can only stand to be out for 30 minutes at a time
in these damn outfits." He laughed, and Tiffany joined him.

Sure, the young beauty said, she'd love to see where the performers
hung out. It would be like a backstage tour or something, she thought,
and anything beat just hanging around in the heat for six hours trying to
avoid her cousin and his little brat friends. Before she knew it, Sir
Reginald had swept her onto his horse, mounted in front of her, and
galloped off toward the permieter of the festival. He aimed the horse for
a gap in the fence where a sign read "NO EXIT - AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL
ONLY" and shot through it.

"Here we are, my lady," he said, all formal again. "But I forgot to
ask your name."

"Tiffany."

"Very good, Lady Tiffany, step inside please."

The tent was dark. Very dark, Tiffany realized. And no sooner had
that realization struck her than she felt several sets of hands grabbing
her, and realized she was surrounded by bodies. Large male bodies. She
could smell their sweat and BO, and feel their muscles as they grabbed
her. Her arms were pulled roughly behind her back and held there firmly,
and as soon as she started to scream for help, a hairy hand was clapped
firmly over her mouth.

"Jesus, Reg, you sure can pick 'em!" a voice exclaimed. "What a
beauty!"

"She wasn't random," Reg replied. "This was, shall we say, a special
order."

"Man, I hate to waste this one on the usual stuff," said a third
voice. "I'd like to strip this one down, oil her up and give her ye olde
stake, if you know what I mean!" The young men all laughed.

"Naw, come on, man, you know the rules. A little fun and games is
one thing, but no gang rape. Although if I were ever gonna break the
rules, it would be with Tiffany here. Look at them fuckin' tits!"

Tiffany struggled, but it was no use. She was held firmly. Suddenly,
the hand was withdrawn from her mouth, and she opened it to scream,
again. But in a split second the hand was replaced by cloth, some sort of
gag. She was being gagged! She tried to kick out against her assailants,
but there were too many of them, and they had strength and numbers and
even experience at doing this on her. The cloth on the gag was wrapped
around a thick stick, about six inches long, so it stuck out either side
of her mouth. Quickly one of the men wrapped another piece of cloth
around the back of her head and tied off both ends of the stick tightly.
She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled moan. No one
would be able to understand a word the poor girl was saying.

"Let's get it on, guys," Reg said, and Tiffany felt herself being
stripped of her clothes. Off came the peasant blouse, the shorts, her
sandals, and finally her bra and panties. She was stark naked, and could
feel one of the sets of hands roaming over her pussy, while another one
squeezed her large nipples. A finger tip inserted itself into her pussy,
only an inch or so, and she screamed like a madwoman, but all that came
out was "MMpppfffff!!"

"Man, I hate to pass on this one!" she heard, the same voice of the
guy who had wanted to rape her.

"Yeah, and get arrested and convicted of a felony, dickwad!" Reg
barked back. "Stick to the plan, and even if she presses charges, we just
say Hey, it was all part of the Festival, we didn't know she was gonna
freak out over a fun little game."

Tiffany felt her hands pulled roughly over her head, and some sort
of garment being lowered over her. Simultaneously, strong hands grabbed
her ankles and started tying rope to them. She had never felt so helpless
and powerless, even when she was being abused by the men back at Daniels
High School!

The garment, which she couldn't see because of the darkness in the
small tent, was horribly scratchy as they lowered it over her skin. She
tried to figure out what it was, and realized it must be burlap. They
were dressing her in a burlap bag, and she was naked underneath. All as
preparation for some sort of horrible game! Her mind was spinning with
anxiety and panic.

The burlap "dress" was sleeveless, and the sides were cut low, so
that the sides of her bare breasts were partly visible, or would be when
she was back outside. It hung only a few inches below her crotch and ass,
and her legs were bare. She tried to kick again, and realized they had
tied her ankles together with a rope, leaving about two feet of play in
the rope: enough to shuffle along, but not enough to run if she were able
to break away. They then tied her wrists behind her back with another
short length of rope, which pulled her arms back and forced her to thrust
her tits out. The nipples made contact with the awful burlap, and the
harsh fabric irritated the sennstive nubbins.

She felt someone put something else over head, on some sort of
string. Finally, she heard, "OK, guys, it's show time!:"

The rope tying her wrists was yanked, and Tiffany stumbled forward.
In a few short steps, she was outside the tent, back in the hard Texas
sunlight, blinking rapidly and trying to get her bearings. She looked
around and saw four of the Renaissance Players, including Reg. One man
was leading her by the rope around her wrists, like a dog on a leash.
They went back through the opening of the fence and into the fairgrounds.
She was barefoot, but fortunately the grass was soft on the soles of her
feet.

'HEAR YE1 HEAR YE1 HEAR YE!" one of the men started bellowing at
the
top of his lungs. "All persons wishing to see what happens to lascivious
young women, please follow us to the Town Square! We have here a prize
strumpet, a whore, who has been caught seducing the young son of our good
king. Even worse, we think she may be a witch! She will be made to pay!
Come one! Come all!"

Everyone at the festival was staring at her. She tried to shout, to
protest, but all that came through the gag was another mumbled
"Mmmmmpfffff!" She shook her head wildly, and her blonde hair flew around
her shoulders, but this just made the gathering crowd laugh. It struck
her that everyone else thought she was one of the players, a part of the
show, instead of an innocent girl who had been kidnapped.

The men continued to pull Tiffany relentlessly through the grounds.
She stumbled with her ankles tied, but managed to walk. A large crowd,
mostly male, was trailing behind her and the men, yelling comments like
"Yeah, get the whore! Punish her! We want to see some punishment!"
Several of the men were carrying large beers and appeared to be drunk,
even before noon.

Finally they got to the Town Square, and Tiffany's stomach turned a
flip flop when she was what was there: two sets of old-fashioned stocks,
the kind she had seen in history books about the Puritans. Oh God, she
realized, they were going to put her in the stock in front of this
drunken, cheering crowd of men! The panicky teenager happened to glance
down at this point and read (upside down, from her vantage) the sign they
had hung around her neck. It read: For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. Each
capital letter was large and emphasized.

"Up you go, strumpet!" ordered Sir Reginald, and he lifted her onto
the raised platform that held the stocks. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he
shouted. "This woman has been found guilty of sexual crimes against the
crown! Plus, there is evidence that she is a witch! She will be punished.
Do you want us to show mercy, or no mercy?"

"NO MERCY!" screamed the mob. Tiffany scanned their faces. There
were only two or three women, and they were looking uncomfortable at this
display. They turned to leave. Everyone left seemed to be male, from
teenagers to middle-aged men in shorts and black socks and sandals,
cameras around their necks, beers in hand. Many had probably come to the
festival grudgingly, but now the day was looking a whole lot brighter.
This young wench they'd gotten to play the strumpet looked really
terrified. What a great actress!

Tiffany tried to break free, but strong hands forced her to her knees.
Her head was pulled forward, and the heavy wooden top half of the front
stock dropped into place and locked firmly. She tried to pull back, but
she was trapped. Her hands were still bound behind her back, and she
realized that bent over like this, the top of her burlap garment was
hanging down so that the men in the front row had a good look at her
tits. Two men pulled out camcorders and started taping the proceedings.

Hands grabbed her ankles and jerked back, and she felt her ankles
being locked into a second set of stocks behind her. These were smaller
and lower, and they immobilized her lower legs. She was a prisoner, at
the mercy of these men for whatever their cruel game was.

"Behold the witch!" shouted one of her captors. Tiffany screamed and
shook her head frantically, and the crowd just laughed. "Looks more like
a bitch than a witch!" yellled a spectator. "Yeah, and a pretty little
bitch witch at that!" said another man, setting off another wave of
laughter.

"Gentlemen, please!" said Sir Reginald, holding up his hand for
quiet. "We have ways of dealing with wanton young witches like this one.
She will be punished for practicing witchcraft and her lascivious ways.
Her time has come!"

Tiffany felt a captor bend over and attach something to the hem of
the burlap gown. It hung down just barely over her ass cheeks, preserving
her modesty by only an inch of fabric. But her long legs were bare, she
knew, and her tits were partially on view. She had already noticed tell-
tale bulges in the pants of several of the men watching, and she was
ashamed to know that her plight was making them hard.

She shifted her weight, and heard a bell ring. They had clipped a
bell to the hem of her dress, and it dangled down over the backs of her
thighs, for reasons she did not understand yet.

She was about to. Soon she heard a strange sound coming from behind
her, and the crowd started to roar. "Meehhhh-hehhh," went the sound. What
the hell? thought Tiffany. It sounds like a goat!

"Gentlemen, hear me out!" said Reginald. "This wanton little whore is
guilty of witchcraft and much more. While some might burn her at the
stake or drown her, we have a less, uh, permanent plan. Our little witch
will have the soles of her feet licked by this goat. If she can stay
perfectly still for one minute without making the bell ring, she will be
set free. But every time the bell rings, we start over again. Are we
ready to begin!"

"Yes!" shouted the crowd. Some seemed a little disappointed,
thinking maybe the goat was going to fuck the poor victim, but then they
remembered where they were, and that their wives and children could
wander up at any minute, not to mention a cop. Oh, well.

A captor pulled out a large jar of honey and brushed the souls of
Tiffany's feet with the sweet goo. Then they set an hour-glass, timed for
one minute, on the stocks next to Tiffany's head. There was a pause for a
second, and then she felt it.

The goat's tongue made contact with the cheerleader's naked sole,
and she jumped. Instantly the bell rang. The goat was pulled back on its
rope leash, the glass was tilted so the sand ran back, and it was set up
again. Again the animal's tongue began to lick, and again she jumped.

The crowd was loving it, laughing and pointing. Several camcorders
were going now, recording her humiliation. One man in front seemed to be
zooming in exclusively on her large breasts as they jerked and swayed
under the burlap.

Tiffany had never been partciularlly ticklish, but the goat's tongue
on her bare foot was unlike anything she had ever felt. The animal's
tongue was rough and harsh, it was dry and wet at the same time, and when
he dragged his tongue along her sole, slurping up honey, it was the most
maddening tickling she had ever felt. Every time the goat even touched
her foot, it would jerk, and the bell attached to her would jingle.

"Boy, folks, looks like we could be here all day!' announced Sir
Reginald with a grin. "Of course, maybe our little witch likes her
punishment, and she's trying to prolong it!" The mob whooped and
hollered, and Tiffany shook her head, no-no-no-no, and screamed into the
cloth-wrapped gag, which only made the crowd whoop more.

The tormented cheerleader was sweating profusely in the heat, and
the sweat on her skin as the burlap rubbed against it itched horribly.
With her hands bound behind her back she was unable to scratch. Her
ordeal looked as if it would stretch on forever. The public humiliation
was more than she could bear. This was even worse than what had happened
in the mall a few months ago, she thought. This was so demeaning, so
degrading, so public.

She tried holding her breath as she felt the goat's tongue carress
her foot again. Up and down swiped the animal tongue, up and down,
lapping up honey, and the sensations raced up her legs, and straight to
her brain, although strangely they also went right through her pussy,
which also felt as if it were being tickled. A horrible image flashed
through her mind, of Sir Reginald lifting her burlap dress and letting
the animal bury its nasty snout in her exposed pussy and lick away at
her. The thought was appalling, but also made her damp between her legs,
and not with sweat. She forced it from her mind. Just then the goat
switched feet and attacked her left foot for the first time, its tongue
making contact with her naked toes, and Tiffany nearly jumped out of her
skin. Tinkle-tinkle went the bell, and the crowd laughed and pointed.

Tiffany scanned their grotesque faces, and realized she was probably
just as grotesque, in a different way. Sweat was streaming down her face,
her beautiful blonde hair was damp and matted, and her face had to be
beet red by now with the sun and the screaming. She always prided herself
on her looks and her grooming, and here she was, bordering on ugly! She
had to get control of herself and of the situation.

As she looked into the crowd from her pinned-down position, she
suddenly gasped into the gag. Was that Stephanie, her sister, way back
there in the crowd of men, peeking through and smiling? It coudn't be.
She blinked, and the girl was gone. It had to have been a mirage. Her
parents were off camping, and Stephanie was spending the weekend at a
friend's house; it would be too much of a coincidence for Steph to show
up right at this moment of Tiffany's utter embarrassment.

But it wasn't a coincidence when she saw Matt and his friends. There
they were, the little bastards, hanging out on the fringe, laughing at
her! Ooh, she'd kill them when she got free! And then it hit her. She'd
been set up! Reginald has said something back in the tent about a
"special order," and Little John or whatever his name was had nodded at
Reginald earlier in the day when he was standing with Tiffany. Somehow,
the boys had conspired with Reginald and the Renaissance actors to bring
her to this point. She was furious, and her body strained against the
confining stocks. But of course, all that did was set the little bell
tinkling again. Reginald upended the hour-glass, let the sand shift, and
turned it over for another minute.

The goat attacked Tiffany's bare foot with relish, licking between
her tender toes, running his nasty tongue everywhere. She concentrated on
holding her feet motionless, but the teasing tickling of the goat was too
much, she couldn't bear it, and she jerked her feet away, ringing the
bell again.

"Whoa, methinks this is never going to end!" said Sir Reginald
jovially, and the crowd cheered again. "Time for a fresh coat of honey!"
And she felt more honey being spread over her feet.

So it went, for almost an hour. The goat was single-minded,
relentless. It was a machine, programmed to lick honey from her bare
feet. And no matter what she did, Tiffany could not suppress her
relfexes. She screamed into the gag in rage and frustration as the
humiliation grond on and on. Her sweat-soaked nipples kept rubbing
against the burlap as they swung to and fro, and they were beginning to
chafe. Sweat ran down her face and down her thighs. Flies began buzzing
around the honey, but the goat's non-stop licking chased them off. The
flies decided they liked the sweat on Tiffany's tender thighs, and landed
there. The feeling of the flies crawling on her bare skin was more than
she could bear, but every time she wiggled her thighs to try to dislodge
the flies, the bell would ring and she would have to start all over
again.

She could see Matt, Mark, Luke and Little John enjoying themselves
in the crowd. All four boys had erections bulging the fronts of their
jeans cut-offs, little pup-tents pointing straight at her, taunting her
like everything else was in this horrid place.

"I think our little witch-bitch is getting too hot!" Sir Reginald
announced to the crowd. "Even though I'm not inclined to show mercy,
perhaps I can cool her off!" Tiffany felt the evil man grab the hem of
the burlap dress that hung down a little below her ass and lift it up. He
began a fanning motion with the dress, lifting it up and down quickly.
Yes, it was circulating some air up under the burlap, which felt
exquisite, but he was also exposing her bare ass to the entire Festival.
Reginald looked down, as if unaware of what he had been doing, and put on
a pop-eyed face, as if just discovering he was showing off Tiffany naked
from the waist down.

The crowd in front quickly realized the best view was now from
behind, and stampeded around the platform to get a better look. Reginald
timed it perfectly and dropped the burlap just as they got into their
news positions.

"Sorry, gentlemen, but even a witch-bitch has to maintain some
modesty. Did you know" - and he dropped his voice into a loud stage
whisper - "Did know she isn't wearing any undergarments!!!"

The men yelled and surged forward. The goat, frightened by the
tumult, stopped licking and pulled on the rope around its collar. Tiffany
tried to turn to look, but the stocks kept her face pointing forward.
"Show us! Show us Show us!" the mob chanted.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Sir Reginald spoke. "I am sorry, but the
Renaissance Festival is, after all, a family affair. Apparently our young actress
here was even more into the part than my friends and I realized, and decided not
to wear underwear under her dress today. Apparently she was really in character
all along!" he chortled. "And even though she never did manage one minute of
stillness, there comes a point when we must move on to other events. How about
a big round of applause for our little witch-bitch today, who was so in character
she underwent her torment without any panties!"
The men cheered lustily, as Tiffany burned with shame. Reginald and the
others unlocked the stocks and led the goat away. She was so stiff from being
locked in a kneeling position for an hour that her muscles ached when she tried
to stand. She glared at the men and tried to tell them they were worthless scum,
that she was an unwilling victim, but all that came out from behind the gag was
the same incoherent gibberish she'd been shouting for an hour now.
Quickly, Sir Reginald grabbed her around the waist, swung one leg up over
his horse, and the two of them were astride the horse, Reginald sitting and
Tiffany laying over his lap, her ass in the air. The burlap dress ballooned up to
her waist, and she was naked from the waist down, her sweet white teen
buttocks on display for the crowd's enjoyment. One last cheer of lust arose from
the weary men as Sir Reginald galloped away, holding the squirming,
humiliated girl firmly in his grip.

Chapter Three - The One That Goes Like This:

"Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip ... sunscreen would
be it." - From Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody's Free (To Wear Suncreen),"
originally written by Mary Schmich.

Tiffany's knuckles were white with anger as she gripped the steering
wheel of the Taurus, zipping it down the highway well above the speed limit. In
the backseat, her cousin's friends Luke, Little John and Mark were giggling and
punching each other. Matt hummed quietly in the shotgun seat beside her.
The 16-year-old beauty just wanted to get as far away from the Renaissance
Festival as possible, and as fast as possible. Get back to Aunt Peggy and Uncle
Paul's house and take a bath, to wash the degradation off her skin, not to
mention the pungent smell of goat off her feet. After her public humiliation in
the stocks at the festival, Tiffany had been carried back to the tent where she'd
been stripped by Sir Reginald. There she found her clothes, and as she dressed,
she attacked the young man verbally.
"You sick bastard!" she had yelled at him. "I'm going to have you arrested,
you perverted asshole! My daddy is a city councilman in Beverly, and my
family is rich and powerful, and they'll see that you and your friends are thrown
in jail with homosexual rapists!" Sir Reginald laughed in her face, which
enraged her even further.
"Take a chill pill, little Tiffany," he had said calmly. "When you calm
down, you'll see that nothing really that bad happened to you. You weren't
physically hurt, you weren't molested. You just had a goat licking your feet for a
little while, that's all. If you insist on having us arrested, my lawyer will just find
one of the guys who was taping the whole performance. We can play the tape in
open court and let the judge or jury decide, sweetheart. I'm sure a jury would
love to see you having your feet licked by a goat. And your family sitting in the
courtroom, I'm sure they'd enjoy it, too."
"Fuck you!" Tiffany hissed. Dammit, he was probably right, but she wasn't
about to admit that. Finally dressed back in her peasant blouse and shorts, she
had stomped out of the tent, with Sir Reginald's harsh laughter ringing in her
ears.

When she re-entered the Renaissance grounds, she was immediately
aware of people staring and whispering. At one point she passed a group
of middle-aged man who yelled "Hey, it's the witch bitch!" and burst out
laughing. Her face hot with shame, Tiffany stomped past them, not giving
them the pleasure of a response. She found Matt and his asshole-buddies
still hanging around the Town Square, the scene of her public
humiliation.

"Come on!" she barked. "We're going. NOW!"

"Jeez, Tiff, what happened?" Matt said, his voice full of concern.
"Did you volunteer for that thing in the stocks? That was kinda cool!"
His friends all wore shit-eating grins.

"I did NOT volunteer, and you know it. You set me up. Now come on,
we are outta here. This second!"

She walked away, and the four boys followed her. Now they were in
the car, headed back to the house.

"So how did it feel?" she heard one of the youngsters say in back,
Luke she thought.

"I'm not going to talk about it," Tiffany snapped. "And neither are
you. Just shut up. I know you guys arranged that somehow."

"Who, us?" they all chorused, their voices full of outraged
innocence. "Really, we don't know what you're talking about." The car was
quiet for a moment, and then the back seat exploded with laughter, and
the boys were digging their elbows into each other's ribs and squirming.

"I've got news for you little shits," Tiffany said. "When we get
home, I'm calling your parents and telling them I'm not feeling well, and
would they please come pick you up. You'll be gone. Then it'll be just me
and Matt, and buster, you are going to toe the line with me. I'm in
charge, and you're gonna know it"

"Ooh, cuz, I like it when you get all rough and tough," Matt said,
mocking her again. "I think my cuz is crackin' down on us, guys."

They pulled into the driveway and the boys tumbled out of the car and
ran to the house, Matt unlocking the front door with his own house key.
Tiffany followed, dashed up the stairs to the guest room, locked the
door, and picked up the phone to start calling.

Instead of a dial tone, she heard the bleeps and burbles of a
computer modem connection to the Internet. She toggled the phone switch,
but kept getting the same sound. She couldn't call out. The little
bastard had managed to get onto the Net before she could call out.

"Matthew!" she called, cracking the door a bit. "Get off the
computer so I can use the phone!" Silence. No reply. "Matthew!" Silence.
"Answer me!" Silence.

Then the beleaguered cheerleader heard something much worse than
silence. She heard her own voice. "I am 16, going on 17, I know that I'm
naive..."

No, she thought. It couldn't be. But she knew, with a sick feeling,
that it was. The video that Mr. White and the others had made of her one
night in the back of the car on the way to the mall, when they had made
her sing the song "I am 16 going on 17" from "The Sound of Music" over
and over. How had Matt gotten the video? And was it the whole video, the
one the teachers had made of her in all sorts of humiliating and sexual
encounters to blackmail her with? Oh God. Her world was crashing down
around her. If Matt had that video, and was watching it with his friends,
it meant they would probably try to blackmail her as well.

She would not go back there, she swore. She had escaped being a
sexual victim of Mr. White and his ugly gang of middle-aged perverts, and
she certainly would not submit to her cousin and his 13-year-old friends.
Blind with fury, she charged down the stairs into the living room, and
there were all four boys watching her on a big screen TV set. The image
was of her in the back seat of Mr. White's SUV, her large naked breasts
heaving, the nipples erect, singing her fool head off.

"Give me that tape, you worthless little scumbag!" Tiffany bellowed
at her cousin.

Matt hit pause on the remote and looked at her calmly. "Come and get
it, cuz," he said ominously.

Tiffany strode across the room to the VCR and hit the eject button.
"Get her, boys!" Matt called, and all four of them jumped up and moved
toward Tiffany.

The baby-sitter dropped the tape and ran, realizing that she was
really in trouble now. She hit the front door and dashed into the front
yard, the four boys hot on her heels. She rounded the house, headed
toward the back, not knowing where she was going, just trying to get
away.

"Oomph!" the air was knocked out of her, and she hit the ground. She
had been tackled by one of the boys, and instantly all four were swarming
all over her prone body. Tiffany Daniels fought like a wildcat, kicking
and trying to bite them, pulling at their hair. But she was no match for
four strong boys, particularly when one of them was as burly as Little
John, who must have weighed 180 pounds. In a manner of seconds she was on
her stomach in the grass, with John siting on her back, crushing the air
out of her. Luke had her arms pinned down, and her legs kicked
helplessly, hitting nothing.

Matt ran back into the house and re-appeared in seconds. He bent
over his writhing teenaged cousin and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto
her wrists, locking them together. Tiffany screamed.

"Go ahead and scream, cuz," Matt told her coldly. "There's no one
around for miles. No one can hear you. OK, guys, let's get to work." He
moved quickly to her ankles and snapped a second pair of handcuffs into
place. She was helpless, at the mercy of the boys.

They hoisted her into the air, all of them carrying her, back into
the yard, and into the pool area. They laid her handcuffed body onto a
chaise lounge made of rubber slats, lifted her hands above her head and
used yet another set of cuffs to fasten her hands to the wrought iron
fence that surrounded the pool. They dragged two concrete block on either
side of the lounger, looped rope through the concrete blocks, and
fastened the rope to the cuffs on her ankles. Then they unlocked the set
of cuffs to her ankles and replaced them with two sets, so that each of
the cheerleader's slim ankles was now cuffed and tied to a heavy concrete
block. Finally they pulled the blocks to the sides, away from the
lounger, so she was spread-eagled.

The boys were huffing and puffing as they looked at their prize
captive. Tiffany Daniels, their babysitter who only a few minutes before
was going to assert her authority, was now helpless. Her arms were
stretched painfully tight above her head with her wrists cuffed to the
fence, and her legs were spread wide, anchored by concrete blocks. She
cursed and spat at the boys, writhed on the lounger (making her appear
even sexier to the horny boys, although that wasn't her intent), and
screamed for help.

"I'm sick of listening to you, cuz," Matt said. "Time to shut you
up, bitch."

"Let's gag her with her own panties," Luke suggested.

"Naw, I got a better idea," Matt said. He pulled down his own shorts
and jockey shorts, and Tiffany saw his hard pubescent dick spring to
life, bobbing angrily. He stepped out of his jockeys, wadded them into a
ball, and jammed them into Tiffany's mouth. The girl could taste his
sweat and boy crotch-odor on the foul underpants, as Matt poked them
deeper into her mouth with his fingers. Tiffany was rendered mute, her
mouth filled with disgusting jockey shorts, unable to spit them out
because they were crammed too far back into her mouth. She screamed into
the cotton wadding, but just like when she was gagged at the Renaissance
Festival, only muffled, angry gurgling came out.

"Time to get her naked!" Matt said gleefully. He produced a pair of
scissors and began to cut the clothes from his cousin's body. First came
the blouse, cut right up the middle and pulled off. Then her bra, snipped
in half, then the straps. The boys pulled it off and their eyes popped as
Tiffany's perfect 36C tits were exposed.

"Oh, man, lookit those titties," said Little John. He fell to his
knees and began licking and sucking the girl's nipples, slobbering all
over them.

While John molested Tiffany's tits, Matt cut the short shorts away,
being careful not to nick her. Finally he cut away her white cotton
panties, and Tiffany Daniels lay stark naked and helpless before him,
totally at his mercy. She continued to scream into the gag, to no avail.

"Luke, go get the supplies," Matt said. In less than a minute, Luke
was back with his backpack. He unzipped it and pulled out a razor and
shaving cream, among other items.

"First thing we're gonna do, cuz, is give you a little shave. Now I
know you're not real happy right now, but you'd better hold very very
still while I do this. It's the first time I've ever shaved a girl's
pussy, and if you start squirming, I'm likely to cut you. Stop stop and
think about it. As bad as this is right now, surely you don't want to be
naked, gagged, helpless and then bleeding from your pussy, too?"

Tiffany's face was white with fear, but Matt's words registered, and
she lay still as he covered her soft blonde pupes with shaving cream. She
was unable to see in the position she was in, but she felt the cord metal
of the disposable razor start to scrape away the cream, and with it, her
pubic hair. Terrified, Tiffany was motionless for several minutes as Matt
shaved away the hair on her pussy, applied a little more cream to the
patches he'd missed, then went between her widespread legs and delicately
shaved away the tiny stray hairs on her labia. When he was done,
Tiffany's pussy had been shaved completely bald.

The boys all stared, fascinated. They'd never seen a bald pussy
except on a little sister, but here was a 16-year-old cheerleader without
a bit of hair. It made her pussy lips seem more prominent (and
vulnerable), and the slit of her pussy itself seemed bigger. Matt used
his fingers to pry open her lips and exposed her clit and inner labia,
and the boys whistled and stared some more.

"You know, we talked about this being the best position for sun
bathing," Matt addressed his friends, "but I just had a brainstorm. Help
me out here." He lifted a concrete block, and as it was tethered to
Tiffany's ankle, her leg rose as well. He walked the block up toward her
head, and Tiffany felt the other block being lifted as well. Both of her
feet were now being pulled back toward her head. Soon her legs were
stretched back over her head and the muscles in her thighs began to
really hurt, but the boys kept moving the blocks further up, until, as
the girl looked straight up, she could see the blocks being carried past
her face and over her head. Matt and Little John, who was holding the
other block, placed them on top of the fence above Tiffany's head,
settling the openings in the blocks onto the pickets of the waist-high
fence.

Tiffany screamed even harder into the gag. She was laying on her
back, and her legs now went straight back over her head, so that her
ankles were actually behind her neck. The muscles in her cruelly
stretched thighs felt as if they were about to pop; if she hadn't been a
cheerleader, and able to do the splits with ease, they would have popped.
The position also left her pussy and ass and thighs horrible vulnerable,
completely exposed.

Matt was whistling a tuneless tune and his buddies were all laughing
and staring at the exposed teenaged baby-sitter. She looked up and saw
Matt holding a tub of butter. "Time to grease you up, cuz. Time for some
hot buttered Tiffany!" He began to spread the butter onto her skin, and
his friends dipped their fingers in and did likewise. Eight hands roamed
over Tiffany's body, spreading a layer of greasy butter everywhere. Her
breasts and nipples got special attention, and each boys made sure to
visit her bare pussy with his buttery fingers. Slick young fingers
slipped in and out of her vagina, and her butthole as well.

"Hey, let's just fuck her now!" said Mark, shifting his hard-on that
pressing against his fly. "Fuck the plan, man. I want me some pussy this
second! Look at that sweet gash."

"Come on, chill," said Matt. "You're gonna get all the pussy you can
handle, buddy." He stood over Tiffany and looked down into her face.

"You're probably wondering about all this, cuz," Matt told her. "So
here's the plan. My folks won't be back until tomorrow. Between now and
then, we want you to be our sex slave. We want you to do all kinds of
nasty things with all four of. We want to fuck you, and have you blow us,
and like that. Over and over. All night long. We're young, so we figure
we can each get it up a bunch of times. Now we figured you weren't
exactly gonna volunteer for this duty, and maybe even that really cool
video of you and those old guys wouldn't be enough. So what we're gonna
do now is persuade you to be our sex slave. It's 97 degrees right now,
and that sun is pretty hot. Rather than being covered in sunscreen,
you're covered in butter, so you're gonna baste like a turkey in an oven.
We're gonna leave you out here for an hour, go inside in the air
conditioning, and watch your video. Then we'll come out and see if you're
willing to volunteer to be our sex slave. Cool, huh?" The 13-year-old boy
grinned at her.

"Oh, one more thing. This was my best idea." He pulled out several
large letters that had been cut out of construction paper and showed them
to her. These letters spell out "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME." I'm gonna tape
the letters down here on the backs your thighs, spelling out one message
one each thigh. As the sun goes to work on you, the messages will be
imprinted on your thighs. I can see you've already got a little bit of a
tan, but this sun will give you a really nasty burn in an hour or so.
Then we peel off the letters and for the next couple of weeks you'll have
to wear long pants everywhere until the burn fades. Unless you like the
idea of going out in shorts and having the whole world see you spelling
out FUCK ME and SPANK ME on your legs. See ya in a little while, cuz!" he
called out cheerfully. And Matt and the boys went back inside, leaving
Tiffany to the cruel rays of the blazing sun.

Her legs were killing her. Her arms hurt, stretched as they were,
but nothing like the muscles in her thighs, and the tendons that ran
right up to her crotch. Her legs were pulled back so far and so tight,
Tiffany didn't know how she could stand this torture for a full hour. She
was already sweating from the hot, hot Texas sun. She knew that her tan
would protect her a little, but she also knew that not all of her was
tan. Her normal bikini bottoms had left a wide swatch of pure white skin
that stretched from below her navel down to where her thighs met her
crotch, and that was the area that this position now exposed perfectly to
the sun. Tiffany knew that the sun would cook that tender white skin
fast. Her pussy and ass, naked and aimed directly at the sun's rays, were
already hot, and they would be pink in less than 30 minutes. She hated to
think how badly sunburned her poor white pussy and ass would be after an
hour. The pain would be excrutiating.

She felt something on her pussy. What was that? Oh Jeez, it was a
fly, a big old nasty fly. It had been attracted by the smell of the
butter and had landed on her shaved labia to feast. She shook her pelvis
as best she could given her restraints, and the fly flew away, but then
landed again in seconds. Then another. And another. Soon Tiffany's
buttered pussy and ass had several flies crawling over most tender parts,
itching something fierce. She'd shake herself, and they'd leave, and the
return. She felt a fly crawl down between her labia, seeking more of the
melted butter, and screamed into the jockey-gag, bucking her hips
franticly to dislodge the nasty insect.

The luscious young victim laid there, unable to move, for what
seemed like forever. The sun was roasting her tender skin, and she knew
she'd have a terrible sunburn. Occasionally she would remember the
letters Matt had taped to her thighs, and how they would now be visible
to anyone if she dared wear a dress or shorts. A fly landed on her nose,
and she thrashed her head from side to side.

The hour passed slowly, and felt like four hours to the helpless
girl. Finally the boys came back out and stood over her. She could see
that all four sprouted hard-ons that tented the front of their shorts.

"Hey, cuzzy-wuzzy," taunted Matt. "Time sure flies when you're
havin' fun, huh?" He laughed, and his friends all cracked up at his 13-
year-old wit. Tiffany just glared at her tormentors.

"So Tiff, you ready to be our sex slave? You know, since we
overpowered you once, we could do ti again, and just rape the shit out of
ya, but we decided it would be more fun for us if you were co-operative.
So we'd like for you to tell us now that you're ready to be our sex
slave."

Tiffany saw that Luke was now holding her aunt and uncle's
videocamera and pointing it at her face. Matt bent down and pulled the
jockeys out of her mouth. Tiffany swallowed a couple of time and worked
her jaw, getting the feeling back.

"Fuck you all, you little twerps," she spat. "I'll never ne your sex
slave!"

"Oh my, not the right answer, cuz," said Matt, and he jammed the
jockeys back into place. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting
tired of waiting, and that video made me horny as well. I think we have
to be more persuasive with Tiffany."

"Hell yes!" his friends all agreed. Matt went to the backpack and
pulled out three large magnifying glasses. "OK, Johnny, you and Mark each
take a nipple. I organized this pool party, so I get the pussy. If she
holds out for a while, we'll switch. Luke, you record this for
posterity."

The vicious boys bent down over the bound girl. Johnny and Mark each
grabbed a breast firmly around the base in one hand and held the
magnifying glass a few inches above the nipple. Matt got between her
spread legs, pulled open her pussy lips and exposed her clit. He poised
the magnifying glass above the little pink nub.

At first, Tiffany felt nothing. But only for a minute. Then, slowly,
the burning pain began to build. Each of the three magnifiers was
focusing the sun's rays directly onto her most sensitive parts. Soon each
nipple felt like it was on fire. Her little clit felt as if someone was
holding a cigarette lighter a fraction of an inch away and letting the
flame burn her. She screamed in the gag and bucked her body frantically,
trying to dislodge the boys' grip on her.

Just when she thought they would burn her so badly she's be scarred,
Matt gave a signal and they backed off. The babysitter was gasping for
breath, her chest heaving with pain and panic.

"We could do this on and off for the rest of the afternoon, Tiffy,"
said Matt. "Wouldn't have to just concentrate on the good parts, either.
Those armpits are very white and pretty tempting, and so are the backs of
your thighs. We could just work all over your body, up and down, with
these glasses. And when we were done, we'd just be really horny and
really pissed, and we'd take you in and rape you anyway. So I think it's
time you gave up. But here's my final offer. Hope this changes your
mind."

He pulled from the backpack a package of small firecrackers. He
separated a firecracker from the group and showed it to her. "I had one
of these babies go off in my hand one time when I didn't throw it fast
enough. Man, I thought I'd die. I've never felt anything hurt so bad.
I've got 20 here, and I can use them one a time."

He went down to her crotch, where her pink bunghole was pointed
almost straight up at the sky. Tiffany felt her cousin take the
firecracker and insert it into her rectum, pushing it in until just the
fuse was sticking out.

Tiffany Daniels went insane. He would kill her! He would maim her
for life! A firecracker lodged up inside her ass! And 19 more to go. She
thrashed, she screamed, she pleaded into the gag.

"Anybody got a lighter?" Matt asked calmly. He looked at Tiffany.
"Last chance, cuzzy-bitch. If you agree to be our sex slave, just nod
your head. You'll have to agree to do everything we say for the rest of
the day and the night, but it won't involve any more firecrackers." He
flicked the lighter.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yes!" Tiffany screamed, but the boys couldn't
understand her. Then they saw her head nodding vigorously, up and down, over
and over.
"Cool, man, I think she really didn't like the firecracker!" said
Little Johnny.
Matt pulled the underpants from her mouth. Luke leaned forward with the
camcorder. She could hear it whirring.
"I give up," Tiffany said. "I'll be your sex slave, you little shits."
"Details, cuz," said Matt. "Tell us what you'll do." Tiffany
swallowed hard.
"I'll let you fuck me. I'll suck you off. Whatever you want."
"What if we want something really nasty and kinky?" asked Matt. He held
up a firecracker and grinned evilly.
"I'll do it all, anything you want, no matter how nasty," she swore.
"Just don't hurt me any more, please, Matt, please. Don't hurt me."
"Cool, cuz. OK, guys," he said to his friends. "As they say in the
Olympics, let the games begin!"

Chapter Four - The One That Goes Like This:

" 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."
Ñ Warren Zevon's "Poor Poor Pitiful Me," as covered by Linda Ronstadt
in the '80s.

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 back yard. 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 his 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 gang bang on video, occasionally zooming in for a close-up of
Tiffany's beautiful face, panning down her lovely 36-C tits, and the
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 the 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 ballls 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 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 god-damned 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'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.

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 baby-sitter, 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
gang-banged 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 sait 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 "dea." 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
naked a 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 no 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 dlivery boy that she
didn't have any money to pay for the pizza, but she would pay with a blow
job. 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 bacame 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 "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 books 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 hr 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 predictament 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, carressing the undersides with their fingertips and tongues,
working slowly toward each nipple, then sucking the nipples into their
mouths. The sexual stimulation of her sensntive 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 vaccum 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 occassionally 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 baby-sitter.

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 panelled
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.

Chapter Six: The Conclusion

The One 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
gang bang, 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 couls 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 pured 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
delerious, 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 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 exatly 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 Stephanoe 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 a Catholic schoolgirl's,
only a perverted version. The plaid skirt hung only an incn 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 splt 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 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 startoing 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
Connely 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
Connell 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 scrotu, 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 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
delerium, 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 have 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 head 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 Tiffany 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 minature 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 the 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 tapped between Stephanie 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 discoved the joys of being a submissive
little slut," the 14-year-old said. "But I've also been wondering what
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 thingss," Stephanie replied. They were talking
about her as if she wasn't even there, Tiffany thought, as if she was 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 Cloney. 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, Stephanie 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

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