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TOYING WITH TIFFANY MMMM/f teen, nc, humil Ch.1
By Dr. Wu
Warning: This story is of an adult sexual nature. If you are under 21, you
are forbidden from reading it. Go somewhere else.
Important mumbo jumbo: This story is copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be
freely distributed on any newsgroup or any part of the Internet where access
is completely free and unhindered. It may not be archived or be made part of
any site that charges for access in any form.
The usual blah-blah: This story is complete and utter fiction. No one bears
any relation to anyone real. In real life, anyone who tried to do any of the
stuff described in this story would be guilty of both serious felonies and
major sins, and would deserve punishment. But this is a fantasy world, so
enjoy.
Comments: Dr. Wu welcomes your feedback and even suggestions. This is my
first story ever. Please post comments to alt.sex.stories.d. Dr. Wu will not
e-mail anything to anybody. Check www.dejanews.com if you missed something.
That's what it's there for.
CHAPTER ONE:
THE ONE WITH THE ANTS IN THE PANTS
Tiffany Daniels squirmed in her seat. Her delectable 16-year-old ass slid
forward and back, forward and back, rubbing against the wood. As she rubbed
her butt against the seat, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Tiffany
Daniels, high school junior, cheerleader, princess tease, was antsy. Very
antsy indeed. She swung her right leg over her left, crossing them in
mid-thigh, and squeezed the muscles in her legs. She scooted back an inch in
her desk chair. Nothing she did revealed the terrible itching in her sweet
young pussy, the itch that spread deep up into her virgin asshole. She was
afraid that if she wriggled much more, her embarrasingly short skirt, which
was already climbing up her thighs, would ride up high enough to expose her
white panties in front of her teacher and all her classmates. Mr. Green, her
English teacher, was droning on about Emily Dickinson in front of the class.
Tiffany was too pre-occupied with the uncomfortable feeling in her pussy and
ass to notice how often Green was looking her way. He didn't stop talking,
but he was keeping his eye on the writhing youngster. What he saw was one of
the prettiest, sexiest young girls at Daniels High School. (Named for
Godfrey Daniels, Tiffany's grandfather, making her one of the town's blue
bloods, and one of its biggest snobs.) Even in days past, when Tiffany had
dressed like a typical teenaged girl, she had been a vision of pure
desirability. She stood five feet seven inches, weighed 115 pounds, and had
blonde wavy hair that fell down over her shoulders and gorgeous blue eyes.
She had sprouted a fantastic set of breasts over the last couple of years,
perfect grapefruit-sized beauties that stood out from her chest with the
arrogance of youth. Capped with the kind of large pink nipples that you
usually only saw in girlie magazines. Her slender waist flared out into
rounded hips, and from there on down she was nothing but long, tanned legs.
Her cheerleading kept her fit. Her family's money kept her tanned, with
regular trips to a tanning salon, and exquisitely groomed with regular trips
to the best hair stylist in town. She had been told, frequently, by boys at
school that she resembled the tennis player Anna Kournikova. She figured
they were just saying that to get some pussy - teenaged boys would say or do
anything to get some pussy, particularly some as wonderful as Tiffany's -
but it was true, there was a resemblance. But today, Tiffany was not dressed
like the other girls. Just about everybody, even the rich bitches like Tiff,
wore jeans, sneakers and T-shirts to school. It might as well have been the
official school unfiform at Daniels High. Tiffany, however, wore a white
blouse that was about one size too small for her, so that her breasts pushed
thr front of the blouse out, calling more attention to them. A plaid pleated
skirt was the traditional Catholic schoolgirl look, but this skirt was much
shorter than any Catholic school would ever allow. It fell only a few inches
below the cheeks of her ass, and that's why she was so concerned about it
riding up as she wiggled in her seat. On her feet, she wore little white
anklet socks and white high-heeled sandals made up of many small
criss-crossing straps. It was an outfit that virtually screamed "Look at me!
Look at what a sexy little 16-year-old tease I am!" Which was the idea. But
not Tiffany's idea. Tiffany was mortified by being forced to wear the
too-tight blouse and the too-short skirt. But she had forgotten about her
deep shame for the moment as the unbearable, agonizing itching in her pussy
suddenly became even worse. "MMMMMMffff!" moaned Tiffany, biting her lip,
and rubbing her ass against the chair for all it was worth. "Miss Daniels,
is something wrong?" asked Mr. Green, interrupting his lecture. He stared at
her. The entire English class stared as well. "No sir, I'm OK," the
suffering teenager squeaked out. "Then why are you squirming so much in your
seat and making noise?" asked Green. His eyes glittered with a touch of
evil. "I'm sorry," said Tiffany. "I'll be good." "Stand up, please," ordered
Mr. Green. He gave her a hard look, willing her to get to her feet.
Reluctantly, Tiffany slid out of her seat and stood beside her desk. Every
male eye in the classroom was riveted either on her naked thighs (the leg
men) or her nipples, which pushed against the thin fabric of her top. "Miss
Daniels, which poem are we discussing?" Tiffany blushed. She had no idea.
She had been so pre-occupied by the feelings her young crotch that she had
tuned the teacher out for the entire class. "Mr. Green? Please? I don't feel
well," Tiffany said, her voice taking on the pleading tone of a little girl.
"And what exactly is the matter, Miss Daniels? Do you have ants in your
pants?" The whole class burst into laughter. Tiffany turned crimson red in
shame. Because the truth was, she did have ants in her pants. She had
hundreds of ants crawling all over her pussy, down between her legs, along
her ass crack. She had ants up deep inside her pussy, and ants deep up
inside her rectum. And the rule for the day was, she could not take them
out. Couldn't even take her panties off to scratch. She had to suffer, all
day long, both the physical discomfort of the nasty little insects violating
all of her private parts, and the psychological pain of knowing that she was
not allowed to do anything about. Green waited for an answer. Tiffany
wondered: Did her know? She stammered, unable to answer. "Well, if you won't
even give me the respect of an answer to a simple question like whether you
have ants in your pants, would you please come up to the front of the room?"
Green asked, politely but firmly. Tiffany didn't move. Her heart was
pounding like mad. "Now, Miss Daniels!" barked the English teacher. "Or it
will be detention for you today after school!" Detention? thought Tiffany.
God, that was the last thing she could handle. Reluctantly, she walked to
the front of the room. "I believe you know the spot," Mr. Green said, and
gestured at the blackboard. There was a chalk circle drawn there, and
whenever a student misbehaved, Green ordered them to stand with their nose
pressed to the circle and their back to their fellow students. Tiffany had
never been singled out for this humiliating punishment, and on this of all
days! She didn't know how she could bear it. "Circle or detention, Miss
Daniels," Green said coldly. Suddenly she knew, somehow, that Green was in
on it, that he knew what the principal had done to her that morning. How
he'd poured honey all over her pussy and ass, parted the tender labia with
his rough fingers and dribbled the honey deep into her pussy, then parted
her ass the same way and applied honey there. How he'd then pulled a jar of
ants from his desk drawer and dumped them all over her middle. How he'd
handed her the white panties, and after she put them on, had taken a roll of
heavy-duty white duct tape and firmly taped the top of the panties to her
skin, all the way around her waist, 360 degrees, then done the same with
each leg band, taping each to her luscious thighs. The ants were trapped
inside the panties, but they didn't mind. They had honey to feast on.
The principal, Mr. White, had told the cheerleader that she would keep the
ants in her panties all through the school day, and only be allowed to take
them out at the end. If she tried to get the ants out before the final bell,
the next day he would repeat the exercise, using fire ants instead of
regular ants. Fire ants, Tiffany knew, would bite her tenderest places repeatedly
and be a hellish agony far worse than the tickling of the regular ants. Green
knew about the ants, Tiffany thought. And if he knew, detention would be
far, far worse than the chalk circle. It would mean she'd have to keep the ants
in her pants after the final bell. Slowly, Tiffany walked to the front of the
room, as the guys snickered and watched the sway of her short, pleated skirt
moving back and forth across the ass they all wanted more than anything in
the world. Her cheeks burned. She felt as if she was on the verge of tears,
but told herself she would not cry. She reached the black board and pressed
her nose into the circle. In order to do so, she had to stand so close that
her 36-C breasts mashed into the blackboard as well. She worried that she
was getting yellow chalk marks all over her blouse right over her breasts, which
would call even more attention to them the rest of the day. But she did not
dare take her nose out of the circle. Mr. Green went back to his lecture on
Emily Dickinson, but no one was listening. The boys were all ogling Tiffany,
wondering why she had started dressing like such a slut. The girls looked at
her with various mixtures of envy for her good looks and malice for her past
bitchiness. "Nice ass, Tiff!" she heard a boy yell. She couldn't recognize
the voice, but her face felt so hot. She didn't dare look around and let
them see her. Tiffany felt the itching start again, deep, deep insider her
rectum. Several ants were working their way up further and further. She
wanted more than anything to rip her panties down, even there in front of
everyone, and plunge her fingers up her own ass, crushing the ants, plucking
them out. But with every eye on her, that was impossible. Even if she had
been alone, she knew what would happen if she didn't keep the panties in
place all day. So Tiffany Daniels suffered. And waited in agony. There was
still half an hour to go in English class.
CHAPTER TWO THE ONE WITH THE FLASHBACK
Tiffany stood with her nose in the chalk circle, her large, firm teen breasts pushing
against the blackboard, her back to the class. She could feel the lustful gazes of
the young men,all 16 years old just like she was, and as full of hormones as 16-year-old
boys can be, staring at her long tanned legs. Those legs were even more on
display than usual, as the skirt she was wearing - had been forced to wear
that morning - was about an inch shorter than her normal cheerleading skirt.
She knew that if she were to bend even slightly at the waist, it would ride
up high enough for everyone to see her white panties. Her thighs were
smooth, the inner surfaces freshly shaved, her calves shapely. Tiffany
Daniels was a good girl. She rarely got in trouble. Made mostly Bs,
occasionally an A from a male teacher who graded her up just because he
enjoyed having such a sexy girl in his class, occasionally a C from a
jealous female teacher. She never got detention, had not tried drugs, and
was still a virgin, although she had had a couple of close calls with boys
who had pushed hard during make-out sessions. She had let one such boy,
Brad, get as far as a hand down her panties and a finger teasing her teen
pussy lips, and it felt better than anything had ever felt in her life, but
she didn't want to get carried away, and it stopped the necking session,
leaving Brad with a case of blue balls. Brad had only told a couple of
friends, but that was enough to get Tiffany branded a "prick tease" around
Daniels High School. That, and the normal cruelty of teenagers. She exuded
the confidence of the young, rich, good-looking teenaged girl, the kind who
got out on the basketball floor every Friday night in her tight cheerleading
uniform, and knew that every male cock in the arena was twitching over her.
It gave her a feeling of power, and even, sometimes, made her pussy a little
juicy, just thinking about how horny all the boys were for her. Well, she
wasn't feeling very powerful today. Powerless, in fact. She felt an ant
crawl across her clit. It was a maddening tickle, and made her slightly
horny. God, what a slut, she thought to herself, I've got an insect crawling
on my clitty and I'm getting off on it. One little mistake, she thought. I
cheated on one loust little test, and now I here I am with my panties taped
to my body and my pussy full of ants. God damn that Mr. White and the rest
of them. Her mind drifted back three days earlier, when her ordeal began.
Tiffany had been in algebra class with Mr. Brown, taking a test. She had
been so busy with cheerleading lately, and making signs for the big
homecoming game, that she had neglected her studies. So she had made up a
tiny cheat sheet on a piece of paper the size of a matchbox with the
half-dozen formulas she needed but hadn't memorized. When it looked like Mr.
Brown was busy grading papers at his desk, she had pulled the cheat sheet
out and placed it beside her test and gone to work. The 16-year-old beauty
was so engrossed in the test, her head bent low over the paper, that she
hadn't realized Brown had gotten up and was walking through the room until
he was styanding right over her. He put his hand down on the cheat sheet.
Tiffany looked up, fear in her bright blue eyes. "See me after class,
please," Mr. Brown said. He picked up the cheat sheet and walked away. The
other students hadn't even realized what had happened. When the bell rang,
the students filed by Brown's desk, dropping their test papers. Tiffany
lingered. When the last student was gone, Mr. Brown shut the classroom door.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Tiffany?" he asked. His dark eyes
burrowed directly into hers. The young girl trembled. She didn't know what
to do or say. "Oh, please, sir, I'm so sorry," she blurted out. "I didn't
mean to." "You didn't mean to what?" Mr. Brown asked. "I didn't mean to
cheat on the test." "Oh really?" he said sarcastically. "And how did that
cheat sheet in your handwriting get on your desk if you didn't mean to?"
"Oh, please, oh God," Tiffany burbled, almost starting to hyperventilate.
Brown noticed approvingly how her sweater was rising and falling rapidly,
thrust out by her heaving bosoms as she gulped in air.
"You've already said you're sorry," Brown said. "So just take that last
little step and tell me what you did." "I I I I cheated, sir. Oh please
don't flunk me!" "You cheated on my algebra test, Tiffany Daniels?" repeated
Mr. Brown. "Yes," she said in a tiny voice. "I cheated on the test." Brown
opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small tape recorded. He clicked rewind
for a second, and Tiffany's voice filled the room, admitting her
transgression. Tiffany suddenly felt sick. "Why did you tape that?" she
asked. "Evidence," Brown said simply. Tiffany didn't like the sound of this
at all. And she liked the rest of the conversation even less. "I'm going to
give you a choice, Tiffany," her math teacher said. "I can take this cheat
sheet and this tape recording, and you, down to the principal's office.
There, we can call your parents. When your parents come in, we'll tell them
you're getting an F in algebra this semester and why. And we'll remind you
of the school rule that any F means you cannot participate in any
extra-curricular activities, meaning you'll be kicked off the cheerleading
sqaud as of this afternoon. Brown took a deep breath. It was time to play
the card. "Orrrrrrr," he continued, "we can work out an alternative
punishment. You can meet me tonight at this address. Your parents won't
know, you'll get an A in math, you'll stay a cheerleader." Tiffany had a
feeling that the meeting involved something sexual. She felt nauseated, felt
like she wanted to cry. She was being blackmailed, but she had no choice.
"I'll meet you tonight, Mr. Brown," she said timidly. "I liked it better
when you called me sir," he said sternly. "Let's stick with that." "Yes
sir," the blonde beauty said. Her knees were trembling, and she was on the
verge of tears. At 8 p.m., Tiffany knocked on the door at the address Mr.
Brown had given her. It was a nondescript apartment complex on the outskirts
of town, and when Brown opened the door, Tiffany saw that the apartment
itself was as plain as could be. Nothing on the walls, minimal furniture, no
trace that a person really lived here. "Is this where you live, sir?" she
asked, remembering to address him the way he had requested. "Oh goodness no,
Tiffany," he said politely. "This is just a little place I rent on the
side." He studied the 16-year-old cutie. Her blonde hair was pulled back in
a ponytail and she wore little makeup, but she was still a knockout. She
wore khaki pants and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch.
Brown could tell she had tried to make herself as plain and unsexy as
possible. He'd soon fix that, he thought. "Come in, have a seat," he said,
and gestured to the couch. "Can I fix you a drink?" "Like a Coke?" Tiffany
said nervously. Her heart was hammering, her bountiful breasts heaving again
under the shirt. She had to get control of herself, she thought. "No, a real
drink," Mr. Brown said. "Scotch and water, perhaps?" "Uh, sure," said
Tiffany. "I mean, I'd like that, please, sir." Tiffany wasn't a drinker, but
she wanted to play along with her math teacher. Plus if she could somehow
get evidence that he had offered a 16-year-old student alcohol, she could
counter-blackmail him and maybe get out of this jam. Brown went into the
kitchen, poured Scotch over ice, added a dollop of water, and then his own
little modest addition. He poured a powdered mix out of a baggie into the
unsuspecting girl's drink. It contained half a dose of GBH, a tranquilizer
that was another version of a "Roofie," or date-rape drug, mixed with half a
dose of Ecstasy, the tripping drug used at raves. Even together, the dosages
would not knock Tiffany out, just give her a mellow buzz, a feeling of being
disconnected from what was growing on. Brown hoped it would also make her
horny and make her highly suggestible. The cheerleader sipped her drink, and
Brown his, which was undoctored. To relax her, he asked about cheerleading,
about her other classes, about where she wanted to go to college. Tiffany
drank nervously, and answered, and began to think that maybe her math
teacher didn't want to fuck her after all. Maybe he was just lonely and
wanted to talk, she thought. "That was tasty," she said after she had
finished the Scotch. "May I please use the bathroom, sir?" "Sure," Brown
said. "It's right down this hall." The teenager stood up, and suddenly her
head began to swim as the drugs took effect. Her legs felt wobbly, her
tongue was thick in her mouth, and her whole body was tingling in a strange
way. She quickly sat back down. "I don't feel good, Mr. Brown," she said
pitifully. "Oh you're fine, Tiffany, just fine," the scheming teacher
reassured her. "Just not used to drinking Scotch, I imagine." He got up from
his chair and sat down next to her on the couch. He continued to talk to her
in a low, reassuring voice. Tiffany felt so strange. Everything was swirly.
She was very aware of her body. Her nipples seemed to be more sensitive -
she could feel them pushing against the inside of her bra. Her pussy felt
warm and open. Her limbs were numb and heavy. She felt hot and flushed. She
could hear Mr. Brown's voice, talking, talking. It seemed to anchor her in
all the confusion. "I feel hot," she told the lecherous teacher. "Let me see
- do you have a fever?" He put his palm on her forehead and applied a little
pressure. Tiffany leaned back, her head against the back of the couch, and
shut her eyes. "Yeah, you're really feeling warm, sweetheart," Mr. Brown
said. "Is your heart beating fast?" "Oooh, God yes," said Tiffany. Even with
her eyes closed, she felt the room spinning, and the tingling was
increasing. "We'd better cool you down," Brown said. "Let's get you out of
those clothes." Oh God! thought Tiffany in the part of her brain that was
still functioning. He's trying to get me naked! But she couldn't believe
when she heard her voice say, as if from a distance, "OK." Brown pulled her
arms over her head, and pulled the T-shirt up over them, exposing her white
lacy bra. He quickly undid the front clasp, exposing her teenaged breasts,
leaving her naked from the waist up. When the air hit Tiffany's nipples,
they instantly sprang to life and became erect, jutting out like little
erasers. God, they felt so good and tingly, Tiffany thought. Meanwhile,
Brown leaned over and unlaced her tennis shoes, pulling them off. He lifted
her ass up off the couch and somehow quickly pulled her pants and panties
down together. 16-year-old Tiffany Daniels, the virgin cheerleader, was now
wearing only her white knee socks. "Here, lie back, Tiffany, you'll feel
better," Brown purred. She stretched out. Everything seemed so strange, like
it was happening to her but not happening to her. She heard Brown's voice.
It sounded so soothing. "Are you feeling tingly?" he asked. "Are you very
aware of your body and how it feels?" "Oh God, yesssss," she moaned. "I want
you to touch your pussy," Mr. Brown said in a low, commanding voice, and
placed her right hand on top of the blonde curls. "I want you to play with
it. The more you play with it, the better you'll feel." His voice had a
hypnotic quality, and Tiffany obeyed. She was no longer in a strange
apartment with her math teacher. In Tiffany's mind, there was only the male
voice telling her what to do, and the the strange but increasingly wonderful
way her young body felt. She used her fingers to pry open her lips, and
began to rub her clitoris through its little hood. "Mmmmmm" she moaned. She
was oblivious to everything except the warmth spreading out from her young
pussy. Brown let the drugs, his own suggestions and the girl's growing
horniness work their own magic. He got up and re-arranged Tiffany's legs,
putting one leg high on the back of the couch, placing the other foot on the
floor. The effect was to spread her legs wide apart, which wasn't difficult
for a girl used to doing the splits as a cheerleader. It also pulled her
pussy lips wider apart, exposing more of a special place. Brown went into
the kitchen and brought back an armful of stuff, which he carefully arranged
on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The bottle of Scotch sat next to
Tiffany's empty glass. He pulled out a Ziploc bag of pot and several rolled
joints, and scattered them on the table. He also laid down a mirror with
several lines of cocaine laid out. Tiffany, her eyes closed, her head thrown
back, her right hand working furiously on her young, throbbing clit, was
blissfully unaware of what he was doing. "Feeeels so goooood," she purred.
The dazed and confused girl continued to masturbate as the combination of
drugs took her further and further away from reality. She felt as if there
was a river of warmth flowing up from her crotch, up her torso, carressing
her breasts with their erect nipples, up her neck and straight into her
brain. She was completely unaware of the tiny, high-pitched whir of the
digital video camcorder recording her every move. The Daniels High School
principal, Roger White, was sitting in a closet across the room from the
masturbating cheerleader, pointing the expensive camera through a brokwn
slat, capturing her every move. His erection strained against the front of
his pants, and he thought how nice it would be to get out of this damn
closet, whip out his massive prick and plunge it into her boiling twat. "All
in good time," Roger, he thought. John Brown, her math teacher, saw the
Tiffany was approaching her orgasm. Her breathing was getting ragged, her
large breasts rode up and down, her fingers flew. Her pink clit had now
completely escaped its protective hood and was swollen with lust.
"Uhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh," Tiffany groaned, lost in her own druggy world of
sensual pleasure and self-gratification. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"
Mr. Brown asked softly, his lips only inches away from Tiffany'e ear. "Ohhh,
yessssss," she shuddered as her climax approached. Her young pussy was now
slick with her own sweet juices, and her inner labia gaped open, exposing
the redness within. "I want you to listen very carefully, Tiffany," Mr.
Brown addressed her. "In order for you to be able to cum, I'm going to have
to cum, too. That's the only way you can cum tonight is to make me cum."
Tiffany's eyes flew open in panic, and she saw her math teacher standing
next to her head, his trousers down to his ankles, his huge erection bobbing
a few inches from her face. It was angry and purple, its head swollen. She
knew she should be afraid of the large organ, and what Mr. Brown was asking.
"Close your eyes, sweetie," Mr. Green said. "And open your mouth. Doesn't
your pussy feel so good?" Tiffany obeyed. Her young lips parted, almost of
their own accord. John Brown moved forward and slipped the bulbous head of
his cock between her lips. "Now suck on it, Tiffany." A tiny part of the
drug-addled girl's brain knew this was wrong, but she didn't have the
strength to object or fight. It was so much easier to just do what he said,
and keep fingering her pussy. She began to suck on the teacher's dick, and
he pushed a couple more inches into her mouth. For the next few minutes, the
room was quiet. There was the slight whir of the video camera, the slurping
sound of Brown's cock as it sawed back and forth into the cheerleader's
luscious mouth, and the wet, sloppy sound as she frantically rubbed her
clit, which slid around in circles in the lubrication of her pussy juices.
"OK, I'm going to cum now," Mr. Brown told her, his breathing labored, as he
felt his scrotum tighten and his balls prepare to release a massive load
into the young girl's warm, moist mouth. "There's going to be some sperm
shooting into your mouth, and as soon as you feel it hit your tongue, it
will be time for you to come too. I want us to come together. And I want you
to swallow all my sperm." Tiffany, in a daze of lust, close to her own
orgasm, practically stripped of her own will by the drugs, just moaned in
agreement. Suddenly, she felt her teacher's hot cum spurting onto her
tongue, and his hypnotic suggestion took hold. She tipped over the edge into
her own orgasm and began to cum hard. The older man's cum spurted and
spurted, hot and salty, and she began to swallow, as her pussy began to
spasm. Her hand kept busy on her clit, rubbing furiously, as Green rammed
his cock into her mouth again and again until his balls were drained. The
student and teacher were both at peace, drained by their tremendous orgasms.
The remainder of the evening was just logistics. Brown helped the groggy
girl get dressed, and fished out of her purse the address he had given her,
so as not to leave any link to himself. He walked her out to her car and
drove her home - she was certainly in no shape to drive! - all the while
talking gently to her to keep her from freaking out. Tiffany just hummed
softly to herself, and seemed unaware of her surrounding.Brown parked the
car in her driveway and told her to go into her house and go to bed, and the
girl obeyed. Roger White drove up five minutes later and picked the math
teacher up. "God almighty," I got a hard-on like fucking crowbar," said
White. "Well then," said Brown, "I guess you get first crack at her
tomorrow."
CHAPTER THREE THE ONE WITH THE GOLDEN OLDIE
And that's how it had started, Tiffany thought, as she prayed for the bell to ring
to signal the end of English class. Her pert little nose had been parked in the chalk
circle for 10 minutes now, but it seemed like an eternity. She had to stand still even
as hundreds of ants feasted on the honey that had been applied to the
insides of her vagina and far up into her teenaged asshole. The maddening
ants kept her in constant agony, and were even starting to make her horny as
they marched back and forth all over her little clitty. Of course, she only
found out some of the details when Brown and White finally told her how they
had worked out the plan; the night she had fingered herself to orgasm and
swallowed a load of Brown's hot cum, she had been so doped up on GBH and
Ecstasy she barely knew her own name. The morning after the cheerleader had
put on her little show for the treacherous older men, she woke up feeling
awful, an after effect of the drugs. She told her mother that she didn't
feel well and asked her to call the school office. Her mother agreed;
Tiffany was not the sort of girl to fake being sick. Her younger sister
Stephanie popped her head into Tiffany's room. At 14, Stephanie was a
budding beauty. She still had her braces on her teeth, which were due off in
a year, and her breasts had not yet begun to sprout into the impressive
36-Cs that poked out of Tiffany's torso, but she was still a little cutie
who was obviously going to be just as hot as her older sister. "Hey!" said
Stephanie cheerfully. "Where were you last night? I didn't hear you come
in." Tiffany cast her mind back. She remembered going to her math teacher's
apartment, but not much else. She had a vague memory of being naked, and she
blushed. What had happened? Why couldn't she remember? "Oh, I stayed at
school to work on homecoming banners," Tiffany lied. She hated being
dishonest with her sister, but couldn't possibly tell her the truth, and she
wasn't even sure of the truth. Tiffany stayed in bed all that day. The next
day, although she felt fine, she also had her mother call in sick for her.
She was dreading facing Mr. Brown. Had she really been naked with him? Had
he fucked her? she wondered. No, she'd be able to feel it in her pussy, she
decided, and she could tell she was still a virgin. On the third day,
Tiffany felt like she had no choice. She couldn't stay home from school
forever. Homecoming was approaching, and if she missed too many practices
she wouldn;t be allowed to cheer. She dressed for school conservatively -
blue jeans, a bulky sweater, Doc Martens - and drove to Daniels High School.
Sitting in first period, Tiffany listened to the morning announcements over
the P.A. system. Just as they were winding up, the vice principal who was
reading the announcements said, "And Tiffany Daniels, please report to the
principal's office." Every kid in homeroom turned and looked at the cute
cheerleader, and she blushed. But hey, she thought, I haven't done anything
wrong. There could be all kinds of reasons to meet with Principal White -
student council (Tiffany was vice president), homecoming plans, all sorts of
things. The teenager gathered up her book bag and marched down the hall to
Principal White's office. "Come in, come in, Tiffany," Mr. White said
jovially. His eyes twinkled. Tiffany was relieved. If she'd done something
wrong, he'd be acting stern. "Have a seat," White said once Tiffany was
inside his office. He shut the door. Tiffany thought she heard him turn the
lock, but maybe she was mistaken. "Well, well, Miss Tiffany Daniels," said
the principal. Suddenly he was no longer twinkly, but stern. "How are you
feeling?" "I'm fine," she said nervously. "Fine, huh?" repeated the
principal. "Well, maybe we can change that. I want you to watch something."
The sexy blonde cheerleader noticed for the first time a TV set on a
portable cart, with a VCR underneath it. White pressed a button on a remote
control, and a video flickered onto the screen. There was Tiffany Daniels,
sweet 16, splayed out stark naked except for white knee socks on a sofa. On
a table in front of her, crystal clear, was a bottle of Scotch, some joints,
and what looked like lines of cocaine spread out on a mirror. Tiffany had
never touched drugs of any sort, but the juxtaposition was damning. As the
girl watched in growing horror, she saw herself start to masturbate. There
was no sound on the video, but the image swung up and down her lithe young
body, focusing first on her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth open in
ecstasy, then panning down her breasts with her nipples hard and firm, down
to her pussy, where her fingers were working away at her clit. The image
zoomed in on her pussy, showing her blonde pubes slick with her pusst
juices. The image jumped back to her head, and a man's torso entered the
frame. He was unidentifiable, seen only from mid torso to mid thigh. He had
an enormous erection, and he approached Tiffany's mouth and slid it right
in. She could see the man's cock move in and out of her mouth. She was
horrified, humiliated, totally degraded, as she watched herself suck a
strange man's cock while masturbating, and watched it in with her school
principal standing right beside her. White laid a heavy hand on her
shoulder, and Tiffany jumped. "Some video, huh?" he asked, leering. He hit
the remote, and the screen went black. "But wait, there's more!" White said,
making his voice sound like a TV pitchman on an infomercial. He was enjoying
her distress, toying with her, piling on the humiliation. Tiffany sat
numbly, her world shattered. She realized the videop must have been made two
nights ago at Mr. Brown's apartment, even though her memory was hazy. White
walked to his desk and pulled out a large envelope and tossed it to her.
"Have a look, baby," he said with a grin. Tiffany pulled out a tape recorded
pressed play and listened once again to her confession of cheating on her
algebra test. She stopped it and pulled from the envelope her cheat sheet.
But the last thing in the envelope was the worst. It was an 8x10 photo taken
from the video. It showed her face in closeup, her eyes closed but very
recognizable. Her lips were stretched around a male cock. Printed across the
bottom of the photo in some sort of electronic type was this message:
"MY NAME IS TIFFANY DANIELS. I LIVE AT 300 W. ALAMEDA STREET, BEVERLY, TEXAS. MY
PHONE NUMBER IS 555-1212. I'M A JUNIOR AT DANIELS HIGH SCHOOL IN BEVERLY. I
LOVE SUCKING OFF NASTY PERVERTS. IF YOU CAN IMAGINE IT, I WILL DO IT."
"Oh God, Mr. White," the poor girl moaned. "What is this? What are you doing to
me?" Mr. White was humming to himself. Tiffany didn't recognize the tune.
Suddenly he began singing the song he had been humming. "You're 16, you're
beautiful, and you're mine! You're 16, you're beautiful, and you're mine!"
The stunned girl sat, immobile. "Let me explain your new life to, Miss
Tiffany Cocksucker Slave Cunt Daniels. You are mine, utterly and completely.
You will do anything and everything I tell you to, starting at this moment.
Am I making myself clear, you wretched little slut?" The cheerleader nodded,
mute. This was all a horrible nightmare, she thought. No one had ever dared
talk to her in such a way. It was unimaginable. She'd report him to the
school board. She'd tell her parents. She'd kill the motherfucker! "Now,
Miss Slut Slave, here is what will happen if you don't do exactly as I tell
you from now on. There are already dozens of copies of this video dubbed.
They have been edited so there is no sign as to who made them. The only
thing people will see on this video will be Tiffany Slut Cunt Daniels
sucking a man's cock after she's obviously indulged in illegal drugs. The
tapes are in envelopes, already addressed, and with a friend of mine. If I
say the word, copies will be mailed to your parents, your pastor at St.
Timothy's, your fellow cheerleaders, and about 50 of the guys here at
school. I'm sure they'll make sure they're distributed to everybody else.
"The picture you see with your name, address and phone number will be posted
repeatedly on every sex newsgroup on the Internet. Within 24 hours,
thousands of perverts nationwide will know who you are, where you live and
where you go to school. Of those thousands, surely a couple hundred will
want to track down the girl in the photo. You'll be stalked at home and at
school, probably raped repeatedly, possibly kidnapped, never to see your
family or friends again. "If you go to the police, or even if you get really
brave and try to kill me, my friend will mail out the tapes and make the
Internet postings. Your life will be over. So you see, Tiffany Tits, why I
sing: You're 16, you're beautiful, and you're mine." The cheerleader felt
like she was dead. She was being blackmailed, and she had no choice but to
go along with her perverted principal. "So, shall we begin, you little
slut-monkey?" he said evilly, trying to degrade the teenager even further
with his name-calling "Please," the poor girl squeaked. "Please don't do
this to me. Please let me go. I'll be good." "Oh, you'll be good all right,"
White said sarcastically.. "You'll be great. You'll be as much fun as we've
had in a long time. "We're going to play a series of games," he continued.
"We'll call it Toying With Tiffany. You won't like hardly any of them,
although there's a good chance that you'll get some nice orgasms along the
way. Your like here at Daniels High School is going to be a living hell for
a while, until we get tired of you, and then we'll move on. That's right,
Tiffany, I said 'We.' I'm part of a team of men here at Daniels that breaks
young girls like yourself. You aren't the first and you won't be the last.
You're just our Number One project at the moment." "Please," the cheerleader
pleaded. "I beg you, Mr. White. I'll do anything." "That you will, Tiffany,
that you will. Now, stand up and strip." Tiffany hesitated. "Now, cunt!" he
barked. She had no choice. Maybe later she would figure out how to beat the
horrible principal. But for now, she had to obey him or risk destroying her
entire life. She rose, and slowly began to peel off her clothes. When she
was naked, White ordered her to lay on his desk on her back, grab her ankles
and pull her legs back. Her heart pounding, she obeyed. Was he going to rape
her now? Instead, he pulled a jar of honey from his desk drawer. "Don't move
a muscle, bitch," he hissed, and began to apply the honey all over her
blonde pubes. He swathed it down the sensitive strip between her pussy and
ass, and smeared her ass cheeks with it. He held open her pussy lips with
one hand and poured honey up inside her, then did the same thing with her
ass. Tiffany was mortified at what was going on, but didn't understand.
"Please, don't do this to me," she wailed. "Shut up!" he snapped. "I don't
want to hear another word out of you." He reached down to the floor and
picked up her white cotton panties and stuffed them into her mouth. "Keep
them there until I tell you to take them out," he ordered. Then he pulled
out the jar of ants. "Not a twitch, bitch, or mommy and daddy and the whole
world will see that video." And with that, he poured the ants all over her
crotch. Tiffany was petrified, but obeyed his order and didn't move a
muscle. She wanted to scream, but didn't. "One final touch," he said. From a
closet be hrought forth a bag. "The clothes you came in are a little too
modest for a slut-mokey like you. From now on, you'll wear what we tell you
to wear. Put these on." Tiffany climbed down from the desk, her head
spinning. Honey dripped down one thigh. The horrible ants were crawling all
over her. She pulled out another pair of panties, also white cotton, and
pulled them on. A short pleated skirt went over them, one a little shorter
than her cheerleader skirt that almost showed the bottom of the cheeks of
her sweet teenaged ass. There was no bra, and she looked at Principal White
with a pleading expression, not daring to take the panty gag out of her
mouth and ask a question. "That's right, no bra. And on future days,
probably no panties," he said. Tiffany put on the sheer white blouse that
was a little too small. She buttoned it all the way up, but White unbuttoned
the top two buttons. Her large, firm teenaged breasts strained against the
cotton; White could faintly make out her aureolas under the blouse. The
cheerleader continued getting dressed, pulling on little white anklets with
lacy tops and then buckling on white sandals with high heels. God, she
thought, I wouldn't wear an outfit like this in a million years. It's so
slutty. White pulled out a roll od duct tape. "Just to make sure these
panties stay on," he told her, and wrapped a thick strip of tape around her
wasit, taping the panties to her bare skin. He did the same around each
thigh, taping the panties to each leg. "If you try to remove the panties to
get rid of the ants," White warned the scared girl, "we'll repeat the game
tomorrow, using fire ants. "Now there's one last order of business, Miss
Blow Job Daniels," the principal said. "I'm more than a little horny after
our little meeting. I want you to kneel down and suck me off." Jesus,
thought Tiffany, this will never end. Reluctantly, she kneeled down in front
of the principal and pulled the panties out of her mouth as he unzipped his
fly and hauled out his erection. "Take it deep, little girlie, and use your
tongue." She leaned forward and opened her lips and allowed the principal to
insert his cock into her moist young mouth. She had never felt so humiliated
or degraded in her 16 years, to be kneeling here, sucking off her principal
in this slutty outfit, while hundreds of live ants crawled all over her most
private and sensitive parts. It was a nightmare, she thought, but she had no
choice. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she felt his cock begin to
swell. He clasped his hands on the sides of her head and thrust deeper into
her throat. She started to gag, but fought down the urge, as his cock
erupted, shooting stream after stream of jism deep into her throat. She
swallowed over and over until he was done. "That's a good little slut," Mr.
White said. "Go back to class now. And during the day, if a teacher tells
you to do something, I suggest you do it. There are several of us in on this
little project, and you wouldn't want to piss off anybody." Humiliated,
Tiffany stuffed her old clothes into her book bag and left the office. As
she left, she heard White singing to himself: "You walked out of my dreams,
and into my life Now you're my angel divine You're 16, you're beautiful, and
you're mine."
CHAPTER FOUR - THE ONE WITH ALL THE CHEERING
Finally, the bell ring, signalling the end of Tiffany's humiliation in front
of Mr. Green's English class. As the other students filed out, Tom Green
said softly to the teenaged girl, so no one else could hear, "Stay right
where you are, Tiffany." She stood, her nose pressed to the chalkboard. The
live ants were having a field day in her sweet little asshole, crawling up
and down, irritating the sensitive lining. It was maddening, but Tiffany
stood still. As the last student filed out, Tom Green shut the door. "Well,
well, well," he said. "Little Miss Tiffany My Pussy's Too Good For Y'All
Daniels. How do you feel?" The cheerleader didn't know what to respond.
Green was obviousky in on the conspiracy with Brown and White to degrade
her, so she knew she had to tread carefully. "I asked you a question, Miss
Tiffany Ants Up the Ass Daniels." Green stood directly behind her and leaned
in so his breath was hot in her ear and on her neck. If anyone had walked
in, it would have looked like a teacher having a conference with a student
who had been disciplined, but Tiffany knew this was far beyond that. "I
don't know sir. Please, can I go to my next class?" Tiffany pleaded.
"Sure, slut," Green said. The teenager flinched with each new verbal
assault. She was used to respect and deference, not horrible sexual insults.
"And you didn't move, so you don't get detention, even though I'm sure you
wanted to wiggle that little ass, didn't you?" "Please, may I go now?" she
repeated. "Yes you may," said Green, and Tiffany stepped back from the
blackboard.
Green ogled her brazenly, and his eyes stopped on her gorgeous teenaged
tits. "Uh-oh, little problem here, Tiff," he said. She looked down and saw
two large yellow chalk smears, one over each breast, where they had pressed
against the board. "Here, let's clean you up," Green said with mock
kindliness. "No, that's realy OK," said Tiffany, "I'l gonna be late."
"Nonsense," Green countered. "We can't have you walking around the halls
looking like that." And he pulled a packet from his desk drawer. It was
several of those moist towlettes, like little napkins soaked in antiseptic
cleaner. "Here, hold still, and let me clean you off." Knowing what was
coming, Tiffany took a step back. She didn't want her English teacher pawing
her tits; despite all the terrible things done to her over the last few
days, she still had her dignity. "I said hold still!" hissed Green, "That's
a goddam order! Put your hands at your sides, bitch!" The trembling teen
obeyed. Green extended a towlette and begin to dab at her right breast. The
coldness and wetness soaked straight through the thin cotton and, since she
had been forbidden to wear a bra, hit her young nipple, causing it to spring
to life in full, glorious erection. As her nipple hardened, Tiffany looked
down and realized the moisture was soaking the blouse all over her breast,
causing the fabric to become nearly transparent! "Please, Mr. Green, I'm
gonna be late! Oh God, people are gonna see!" The poor girl, who ahd already
endured so much, ws becoming more and more frantic. "Don't move a muscle!"
barked Green. "I'll write you a fucking pass." He pulled out a new towlette
and began the same process on her left breast, with the same result: a
perky, extended nipple and thin, wet, white fabric. Anyone could see both of
Tiffany's perfect teenaged breasts and their hard nipples, and the halls
were full of her fellow students changing classes. "There, we got all that
nasty chalk off," Green mocked her with a sick smile. He scribbled out a
pass for her tardiness to her next class," and then said, matter-of-factly,
"When you go to your next class, Miss Daniels, why don't you carry your
books by your side under your arm rather than hugged in front of your chest.
In fact, consider that an order. If you try to hide that pretty little
chest, I'll report you to Principal White for disobedience." Tiffany knew
what that meant. She would just have to hope she could make it there
quickly. The halls were still packed as Tiffany scurried along, her breasts
in plain view, jiggling wildly in their braless state. As her nippled rubbed
the inside of the tight blouse, they stayed erect. Every student in the hall
stopped and stared. Some laughed, many pointed, as the wealthy young woman,
named for the founder of the school, walked rapidly along. "Hey, Tiff, I
like the new look!" called a male voice. "It's Tit, not Tiff," yelled
another. Raucous laughter burst from a pack. Her face burned with shame.
This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. What a horrible nightmare.
Several boys started a chant, mocking her cheerleader status: Gimme a T!
Gimme an I! Gimme a T! Gimme an S! What's that spell? Tits! Who's got 'em?
Tiffany! God, were there no teacher to save her from this? Tiffany was
almost in tears when she reached study hall. She burst into the room, made
straight for her desk and sat down. She choked back tears. Her life was a
living hell. The rest of the day passed without major incident for Tiffany.
Her blouse dried in study hall, and her nippled finally returned to their
normal state. The ants were still driving her nuts, but many of them had
died from being squished between her butt and the chairs she sat in. The
ones that remained, though, were the worst, for the they were the ones
crawling deep inside her pussy and ass. Mr. White had not given Tiffany any
instructions as to what was happen to her at the end of the day, although
she thought she was due to have the ants removed. So she was not surprised
when, during her last class of the day, a student "runner" from the office
came in with a sealed envelope for Tiffany. "Report to my office at the
final bell," read the note inside. Tiffany could tell White and the other
male teachers were being careful not to leave any evidence that could
incriminate them. A few minutes after the last bell rang, Tiffany was once
again in Principal White's office, the place where she had begun her day in
hell. White again shut the door. "How was your day, Tiffany-Bitch?" he asked
maliciously. "Hellish," she answered honestly. "The correct answer would be,
'Hellish, SIR," he corrected. "Yes, sir," she responded. "I imagine you're
anxious to get those ants out of your pussy and ass," the evil principal
said. "But I'm concerned it might be difficult to get the ones that have
crawled up really high and out of reach. So I bought you something to help."
He pulled out an enormous black dildo, about 10 inches long and as big
around as a paper-towel tube. Tiffany's mouth hung open as she stared at it.
"No, bitch, it's not for your mouth," White said, "although you might want
to get it wet there first. It's to crush the ants. Your fingers won't reach
far enough. So you insert your new little friend here all the way up your
pussy, then all the way up your ass, and use it to crush the ants. I'm
afraid that if you don't use this, you'll never kill them all, and tomorrow
you'll still have ants crawling inside you. You don't want that, do you?"
The dejected, dazed cheerleader just shook her head. "So take your new
friend here and put him in your backpack. Go on home and find yourself a
little privacy and get rid of the ants. Heck, be glad I'm not ordering you
to do it right here on my office floor. It would make a great addition to
the videotape: Sweet little virgin Tiffany Daniels fucks herself up the ass
with a big black dildo. Yeah, that would be a popular offering on the
Internet," he chuckled. Tiffany reluctantly took the dildo and stuck it in
her backpack. "Then once you get rid of the ants, we thought it might be
nice to go shopping tonight," White continued. "So tell Mommy and Daddy you
have to come back to school after dinner to work on a Homecoming project. Be
here at 7:30 p.m., and we'll meet you in the parking lot. We'll have you
back by 9:30 so you can get home and get your beauty sleep." "May I ask a
question, sir?" Tiffany was looking down at the floor submissively, which
White liked. "Yes, you may, ass-licker." "Where are we going tonight? And
who all is going? "Well, you're the central attrraction, of course," White
said. "And there will be myself, and Mr. Brown and Mr. Green, and maybe some
others depending on their availibility. We're going to the mall and pick out
some new clothes for you, something more in line with what you were wearing
today. I'm sure as hell not gonna spend any more of my own money buying you
slut outfits like this one." "So should I bring money, sir?" "No, that won't
be necessary," White said ominously. "You'll be paying for the clothes, but
not with money." He smiled at her and winked. Tiffany felt sick. She didn't
know what was in store, only that it wasn't good at all.
CHAPTER 5
THE ONE WITH THE RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN
Tiffany tore up the stairs to her bedroom, frantically locking the door
behind her. She stripped off the hateful slut outfit and started ripping at
the duct tape. "Ooh! Ooh! Owwww!" she moaned as the tape pulled away from
her skin, pulling tiny golden hairs out with it. The tape around her tummy
was bad, but the tape around her young thighs was even worse. Finally she
was able to tear off her panties. She desperately pushed a finger up her
pussy, trying to fish out the ants. After a few minutes writhing around on
her back on her bed, her legs spread wide and one finger, then two fingers,
up her cunt, the 16-year-old realized she wasn't able to get to all of the
nasty little insects. She pulled the large black dildo from her backpack and
positioned it at the pink, pouting lips of her pussy. Just as she sank it in
about two inches, there was a knock at her door. "Tiffany? Are you OK?"
Jesus, thought Tiffany, it was her younger sister Stephanie. "Go away!"
yelled Tiffany. "What's wrong? Can I come in?" asked Stephanie. "No, go
away!" "Why not?" Tiffany's mind raced. "Uh, no, I'm having female
problems," Tiffany replied, using their code word for that time of the
month. "OK," said Stephanie and walked away. Tiffany rammed the dildo home.
God, it felt good, she thought, like scratching an itch you've been needing
to stratch all day. She pulled it out and sank it into her sweet virgin
(well, technically virgin) pussy over and over and over again. She could
feel her juices start to flow, lubricating the walls of her vagina. She was
barely aware that her clit had popped out as she slid the rubber monster
deep inside, over and over. The ants were all dead, but the wealthy
cheerleader kept fucking herself, closer and closer to an orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh,
yesssssss," she moaned softly, not wanting to alert Stephanie or her mom.
Her large perfect breasts heaved on her chest, her nipples poked up, hard,
she splayed her knees even wider, and rammed the dildo home. She reached
down, and as soon as she touched her swollen pink clit she exploded in a
delicious teenaged orgasm. After she caught her breath, she became aware
that she still had ants up her ass. She pulled out the dildo, now slick with
lubrication, and gently pushed it into her own rectum. Although she had
masturbated before, she'd never stuck anything up her own ass. It hurt a
little, but also felt kind of nice. She felt very full. As she began to work
up some speed with the dlido in her ass, crushing and killing the ants her
principal had placed there, she realized she wanted to come again. So again
she started to fondle her own clit, rolling it in her fingers. Heat seemed
to be building inside her body, and soon she came again, even harder than
before. "Oh God," she thought, suddenly ashamed of herself. "Did I really
just do that, masturbate with a black dildo up my bottom? Oh, but it felt so
good." She allowed herself the luxury of mentally drifting for a few
minutes, enjoying the heavy feel of her recently satisfied body. But then
she jerked, realizing she had to hide the dildo and face her family. And
even worse, her principal was expecting her to meet him for a trip to the
mall. She was dreading the encounter. If she had known what she was in store
for, she would have dreaded it even more. Promptly at 7:30 that night,
Tiffany pulled into the Daniels High School parking lot in her new Miata, a
present from daddy for her 16th birthday. The lot was empty except for a few
cars at the far end, where she saw some men standing. She drove over and got
out of the car. Roger White, the Daniels principal, was there, as was John
Brown, the math teacher who had originally caught her cheating, drugged her
and videotaped her, starting her horrible descent into being a sexual slave
to these depraved men. And there was Tom Green, the English teacher who had
humiliated her earlier that day. The fourth man, though, surprised her: Joe
Black, Old Joe, the school custodian. Old Joe was only in his '50s, but to
the smug young teens of Daniels High, he might as well have been in his
'80s. He was a large black man, big but not fat, just hulking and heavily
muscled. He rarely said a word to the students except "Excuse me" when he
needed to get by with his broom or mop. "Right on time, Little Miss
Cheerleader Cunt," sneered Mr. White. Again with the horrible names, thought
Tiffany. This all would be bad enough but it's so much worse when they call
me these names. "Looking good, Tiffany," said Mr. Green, eyeing her up and
down. She wore sneakers, jeans and a white short-sleeved blouse. Old Joe
licked his lips. The janitor leered at her, and she shuddered. It was bad
enough to be the toy of these teachers, but to have a dirty old janitor
doing it too, that was just too yucky. "Why is he here?" she asked White,
referring to Old Joe. "Why, Old Joe here is our best buddy, aren't you Joe?"
White answered, and put his arm around Joe's shoulder. Joe smiled at
Tiffany. "About 10 years ago, when you were just in first grade, Tiffany, I
was fucking a student in my office one night. Chrissy, I believe her name
was. Anyway, I had my cock up her ass and in walks Old Joe. There to empty
my wastebaskets and vacuum. He and I pretty much decided that either he
could report me and get me fired, or he could wait until I was done and then
fuck Chrissy up the ass, too. So when I got done, he took his turn. We kind
of bonded that night, Old Joe and I, and we've been working as a team ever
since. These other guys have joined the club as the years have gone by."
Tiffany barely heard most of the principal's story. At the words "cock up
her ass," she had frozen in fear. The luscious young student had heard
whispers among her girlfriends that some guys - and even, occasionally, some
girls - liked anal sex, but she had never heard it referred to so brutally.
And if these men had done it to another student, would they do it to her?
Was she going to eventually get fucked up her virgin little ass by all four
men? Was that what was in store for her? "And now, off to the mall we go!"
the principal chortled, breaking Tiffany's reverie. The men opened the doors
of the Lincoln Navigator and motioned for Tiffany to get into the back seat.
"But first," said Old Joe, let's get those jeans off, missy. Panties too."
"Oh, no, please don't make me do that," Tiffany whined. "You just don't get
it, sweetheart," said Mr. White. "Have you forgotten that little video we
have of you? What will Mommy and Daddy think? And all your friends? I can
pretty well guess what all the perverts on the Internet will think when they
see that sweet innocent little face with a cock stuffed in its mouth-hole,
complete with your name, address, and phone number. You'll be the most
popular girl in Texas. It'll be like you're a dog in heat and they just
opened the doors of the kennel!" Tiffany shuddered at the gross image, and
sagged in defeat. It was only she and the men in the parking lot, so she
slipped off her sneakers, then her jeans, then her panties. She felt
hoirribly exposed and vulnerable outdoors, so she quickly climbed into the
backseat of the large SUV. "Might as well do the blouse and bra, too, sweet
cheeks," said Old Joe. "Sweet cheeks?" echoed White. "Why Joe, we don't call
our friend Tiffany a name like sweet cheeks. We call her fuckmeat, or
ass-licker, or juicy-cunt, or shit-for-brains." The men all laughed
raucously. Tiffany blushed furiously. "Please, may I ask a favor?" "Sure,
smegma-breath," said Green. "Would you just not call me horrible names? All
this is bad enough, but could you just not call me names?" "Awwwww!" the men
jeered in unison. "Poor little Tiffany got her feelings hurt!" White climbed
into the driver's seat, with Green beside him. Old Joe got in on Tiffany's
right, Mr. Brown on her left. The nude girl huddled between them, aware that
all of their eyes were drinking in her lovely 16-year-old body. The night
air was chilly, and her nipples had sprung to attention, further betraying
her, making it appear she was sexually aroused. "Tell you what, Tiffany,"
said White. "We'll play a little game on the way to the mall. If you win the
game, we won't call you names any more. You have my word. If you lose the
game, we'll keep right on calling you whatever we like. Seeing as how we
have total power over you anyway, what do you have to lose?" What, indeed,
she thought. She might as well try. "What's the game?" she asked meekly.
"Remember last year when you were in the school production of "Sound of
Music?" Such a nice musical," White said. "Even though you didn't play
Liesel, I'm sure you heard her sing in rehearsals over and over. We'd like
for you to serenade us on the way to the mall by singing that song "I Am
Sixteen, Going on Seventeen." "That's all I have to do?" Tiffany asked
nervously. "That's it. Just get through the whole song one time, perfectly,
without stopping or making any mistakes, and we'll stop calling you names."
This will be easy, Tiffany thought. I'm sure I can remember all the words,
and Liesel's part is really only a few lines, cause it's a duet. "But we've
got to make it challenging," said Joe. "Put your hand behind your back.
Without even thinking, Tiffany leaned forward in the back seat and placed
her hands behind her. In a flash, Joe pulled out a pair of handcuffs and
cuffed her wrists. Her arms were now pinned back at the shoulders, her hands
trapped. "Stop! Oh God please, take them off!" Tiffany shouted in panic.
"Shut up!" yelled White. "Listen, girlie, and listen good. If we get stopped
by the cops, or if anything happens to us, in any way shape or form, whether
it's your fault or not, all of guys have had it. Our careers are over. And
the only satisfaction we'll have is making sure your life is hell. So if
anything happens, my friend mails those videos out and posts them on the
Net. So it's in your fuckin' best interest to make sure that we don't get
caught!
Got it, bitch?" Tiffany nodded. She was feeling horribly numb again. The
logic was inescapable. She was trapped as the toy of these men and could do
nothing about it. "Let's get comfortable," said Joe. He grabbed Tiffany's
naked right leg and pulled it into his lap. He then crossed his legs over
her leg, trapping it. On her left, Brown did the same thing. The result, even
before White had started the Navigator, was that Tiffany was nearly
immobilized in the backseat. Her hands and arms were cuffed behind her with
the weight of her body leaning back against them, and her legs were spread
wide and held pinned by each muscular man on her sides. She squirmed and
wiggled, but could do nothing. She also noticed, for the first time, that
thewindows of the vehicle were darkly smoked, and no one could possibly see
inside. "Here we go," White said, starting the SUV and pulling out of the
parking lot. "Any time you want to start singing, be our guest," said Brown
with a giggle. "Tiffany took a deep breath and began: "I am 16, going on
17..." Old Joe's right hand shot out and grabbed ahold of one perky nipple
and started massaging it. "Oh God, stop!" shouted Tiffany. Joe kept up his
manipulation of the nipple, which was growing harder. "Come on, we want a
song!" shouted White from the front seat. Tiffany started over. "I am 16,
going on 17..." Mr. Brown's right hand began to rub up and down Tiffany's
bare thigh. She kept singing. "I know that I'm naive...." Brown reached
around with his left hand and started to tickle the underside of her breast,
while inching his right up until it reached her pussy. "Oh, please, I can't
do this!" Tiffany wailed. "Fine, then, little lesbo bitch," said White. "She
doesn't want to sing for us, guys, so it's back to name-calling." The
teenaged cheerleader knew this was just a horrible game to all of them, but
maybe if she got through the song she could at least have that small
victory. She steeled herself against the roaming, prodding hands of her two
teachers as they explored her writhing young body, and started again. "I am
16, going on 17 I know that I'm naive Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly OH! OH!" She couldn't help herself. Joe's hand at drifted down
to her pussy and he had plunged a fat finger deep inside her. She hadn't
realized she was still slick with jucie from her recent session with the
dildo, and Joe's finger quickly slid all the way in. The poor girl's
hormones started to flow. She could feel herself starting to get horny as
Joe pulled his finger out and plunged it back in, finger-fucking the
confused girl. It's my only chance at self-respect with these fuckers, she
thought to herself, and began again. This time she got as far as the line
"Totally unprepared am I, to face a world of men," when Brown leaned over
and kissed her neck, right behind the ear. No man had ever kissed her there,
and it sent a shiver of delight through her young body. She didn't cry out,
but she stopped singing for an instant. "Nope, doesn't count!" White called
out from the front seat. "We said you had to sing it perfectly." Tiffany
started over. Joe's finger continued to frig in and out of her pussy,
feeling better and better. Brown continued to kiss her neck, which felt
incredibly good, and both men were pawing her breasts and nipples. She had
barely sung a few words when Joe placed his thumb against her clit and began
to rub. "Ohhhhh, please, stop, stop, don't do this to me!" she cried out.
She felt so alone, so exposed, so humiliated. She was trying to just
complete one simple task, sing a song she knew well, and she couldn't even
do that. Her mind was confused, but her body wasn't. Every inch of her was
responding to the carresses and touches of the men who had pinned her down
in the backseat. "I am 16, going on 17," she started again. Joe and John
Brown let her sing, keeping their touches light, till she got to the lines
"I need someone older and wiser, telling me what to do," and then Brown bent
his head down and placed his mouth over her erect nipple and started to
tongue it, while Joe pushed a second finger up inside her. "Uhhhhhhh,"
Tiffany moaned. Her head rolled back aaginst the seat, her eyes closed. She
was lost in a delerium of overwhelming sexual desire. "You want us to keep
doing this?" whispered Brown. "Oh, God, I don't know," moaned Tiffany. "No.
Don't. Stop." "Don't stop?" asked Black with a nasty smile. His fingers were
churning inside the tormented girl, his thumb expertly manipulating her
clit, which was now pink and throbbing. Tiffany's hips started rotating,
almost without her knowing it, as she thrust her pelvis forward into Black's
hand, while Brown continued kissing her hard little nipples. "Since Tiffany
doesn't seem up to singing," said White from the driver's seat, "you guys
mind if I offer a little tune? It's Rolf's part from the same song, and kind
of approrpriate." The principal launched into the song in a strong, forceful
baritone: "You are sixteen going on seventeen Baby, it's time to think
Better beware and canny and careful Baby, you're on the brink You are
sixteen going on seventeen Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads and
roues and cads Will offer you food and wine Totally unprepared are you to
face a world of men Timid and shy and scared are you Of things beyond your
ken You need someone older and wiser Telling you what to do, I am seventeen
going on eighteen I'll take care of you!" Tiffany vaguely heard the deep
male voice, telling her she needed someone telling her what to do. She had
stopped even trying to sing her part. Her body had taken over, and she was
inching closer and closer to orgasm. She moaned, thrust her tender young
breasts out, humped her pussy frantically against Black's fingers. "Oh yes!
Oh yes!" she cried out. She teetered on the verge of a powerful teenaged
orgasm "Woops, here we are fellows!" called out White as he turned into the
shopping mall. "Time to look sharp." Black and Brown immediately pulled
themselves off of the writhing, humping schoolgirl, which took more
discipline than they'd ever thought possible. Tiffany didn't know what had
happened. One moment she had been on the brink of cumming, then everything
had stopped. "Please?" she asked plaintively. "Please what, baby?" asked
Joe, teasing. "Please don't stop what you were doing," she said softly. If
her hands hadn't been cuffed behind her, Tiffany thought, she would have
finished herself off right there in front of them.
God, everything had felt so good. Her heart was pounding, she was shaking
and sweaty, she wanted to cum so damn bad! "I don't think so," White ordered.
"Pleeeeeeese," begged Tiffany. "Let's hear what you want," White said
briskly. "I want to, you know," Tiffany said. She knew they knew. She was
beyond shame, she decided. She had to cum. "I want to have an orgasm," she
begged. "Maybe later," White said coldly. Tiffany lifted her head and opened
her eyes, and looked right into the lens of the video camcorder. Green, in
the passenger seat of the Navigator, had been taping her the whole time.
"Smile," her teacher said, "you're on Candid Camera." Tiffany wanted to cry.
"Joe, get those balls into her like we planned," White said. Black reached
into a bag on the floor and pulled out a small box, extracting two small
metal objects slightly smaller than ping-pong balls. "Here ya go, babe, just
so you don't get that empty feeling inside," Joe said, and pushed one ben-wa
ball, then the other after it, up inside Tiffany's swollen, sopping wet
pussy. They were cold, but strangely, Tiffany didn't mind. She was slowly
getting used to having something inside her young pussy. "Those will have a
real interesting effect on you when you're walking around in the mall,"
White said, and all the men laughed. Tiffany didn't understand but knew,
with dread, that she would eventually. "Let's help her get dressed guys,"
White added. Tiffany was still horny and wanted to cum so badly, but she had
no choice, with her legs still trapped and her hands cuffed. She wasn't
going to be allowed to cum just yet, and she still had to endure whatever
they had planned for her in the mall. She looked out the darkened SUV window
and could see the bright light malls of the mall in the distance. "And just
to remind you, you never did manage to sing the song all the way through,
you little slut-monkey," Green mocked her from the front seat as he stowed
the camcorder in his shoulder bag. "Yeah, dog-fucker," said Brown. "This is
gonna be a shopping trip you'll never forget, babe," Black whispered in her
ear. The teenager shuddered, partly from the lust that still boiled in her
hard young body, partly from pure fear.
This is the end of Chapter 5, and a brief pause in the posting of the story
for now. I promise I will write and post more a little later. Poor little
Tiffany's troubles are just beginning!
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