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TOYING WITH TIFFANY MMMM/f teen, nc, humil Ch. 13
By Dr. Wu
Warning: This story is of an adult sexual nature. If you are under 21,
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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.
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CHAPTER 13
THE ONE WHERE THE TORCH IS PASSED
Over the weekend following the Homecoming game Friday night, Tiffany
tried to recover. The harder she sought to put the events of half-time in
the visiting team's locker room out of her mind, though, the more they
stuck with her. She had been horribly assaulted, used as if she were a
common whore or a plastic sex doll, sodomized against her will by 14
boys!
And yet, she knew, it did not appear that way to the boys of
Jefferson High's varsity basketball team. To them, they had been minding
their own business when the most gorgeous beauty they had ever seen, a
cheerleader for the home team no less, had flounced into their locker
room and announced free blowjobs and handjobs for everybody! She had done
it willingly, in their eyes, and this injustice burned at young Tiffany
as surely as their hot semen had burned being pumped down her throat by
the cupload.
As bad as the indignity and public humiliation was, however, Tiffany
gnawed on an even worse fear: What if one of the guys from Jefferson told
one of the guys from Daniels about what had happened? Word of such an
incident would spread like wildfire through the school, and her
debasement would be complete. She just had to pray that over the weekend
no one from the Jefferson basketball team had bumped into a member of the
Daniels High team.
Her prayers were not answered, she found, on Monday morning, when
she had only been in the hall a few minutes before the first bell when
Jay, a reserve guard, walked up to her boldly and said in a loud voice,
"Well, well, if it isn't our own little Blowjob Betty!" Several students
paused in the conversations to listen.
"I heard you were quite the Little Miss Mouth at halftime on Friday
night, Tiffany! Is that what all the slutty outfits have been for lately?
Have you been getting into training for your big blowjob run on
Jefferson? And hey! How come you didn't come to our locker room and give
us all blowjobs? Aren't Daniels High School cocks big enough for you."
Tiffany's face was hot and scarlet, and her heart was pounding.
"Please, Jay, please, could you at least whisper?" she begged. It seemed
as if the whole high school could hear, and she knew she couldn't deny it
or it would only get worse."
Jay leaned over to the cheerleader's ear. "I'll be happy to whisper,
Tiffany, if you'll meet me after school and put a lip-lock on my love
muscle!"
"No, please, don't do this," Tiffany pleaded. "Leave me alone." She
forced herself to walk away and duck into her classroom.
Fortunately, when she had reported to Principal White's office that
morning, as she had been ordered to do every morning, he hadn't been
there, so Tiffany had gotten away without having to change into some
slutty outfit. She was dressed like her friends, in khakis and an
Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt, to all outward appearances a normal
teenaged girl, not some remote-controlled whore being blackmailed and
threatened by a gang of authority figures.
An old John Mellencamp song popped into Tiffany's head: "I fight
authority, authority always wins..."
As the day wore on, it seemed that more and more of Daniels High was
learning about what Tiffany had done last Friday night. When she walked
into the lunchroom, three whole tables of boys, about 20 in all, had
gotten pints of milk and smeared the milk all over their lips and upper
lips, looking like perverse versions of the "Got Milk?" ads. "Hey
Tiffany!" they roared in unison when she entered.
"Got cum?!!!" The cafeteria exploded with laughter. The entire
school must know, Tiffany thought.
In English, when she got up to read a poem, several boys made fake
coughing sounds into their cupped hands. But instead of coughing, they
were saying "Blowjob! Blowjob!" When she walked in the hall between
classes, boys whistled at her, or made loud lip-smacking sounds, or
grabbed their dick through the front of their pants and squeezed, in a
contemptuous come-on.
Somehow, she managed to get through Monday. Tuesday was as bad,
although once again Principal White was not in his office, so she could
stay in her regular clothes. Wednesday, the taunting and teasing started
to die down a little. Teenagers have such short attention spans. Thursday
was as close to normal a school day as Tiffany had had in two weeks.
But on Friday, when she reported to Principal White's office, there
he was, sitting smugly behind his desk, his eyes glittering with lust.
"Come on, Princess, and lock the door behind you," he said pleasantly.
Roger White was counting a large stack of money. "Know what this is,
Princess?" he asked. "This is money I won off the Jeff-Daniels game
Friday night. Five grand. I won it betting with a bookie on Daniels High
School. And you know what made it possible? You did, Tiffany. Our boys
were getting beaten in the first half, but you really took the energy out
of that Jefferson High team the second half. So thanks to you, I won
$5,000. Kinda like I killed two birds with one stone, huh.
"I'm not a greedy man, so I thought it only fair that I share it
with you. I figure $5 a blowjob times 14 is $70. So here are your
earnings." He pealed off three 20s and a 10 and handed them to the girl.
Tiffany continued to be amazed at the small things that could
humiliate her. She was rich; her daddy probably made 100 times as much a
year as a high school principal. Yet here she was being paid $5 a
blowjob, like the cheapest prostitute on record. The blowjobs had been
bad enough, but getting paid for it, and so meagerly, made it even worse.
"So you've gotten kind of a break for four days, haven't you,
Princess?" White continued. "No nifty new clothes to wear around school,
no ants in the pants, no rimjobs, no gang-bangs. Do you miss it?"
"No, sir," Tiffany said, and she was telling the truth, but it was
also more complicated than that for the confused teenaged girl.
"Well, me and the guys decided to give you a little taste of what it
would be like to go back to the old Tiffany Daniels for a few days. Now I
hear a lot of what goes on around here, and I know some of the boys were
having a little fun at your expense for a couple of days, but that's
already pretty much died down now, hasn't it."
"Yes, sir."
"And the way things are going, I imagine in a week or so nobody will
hardly remember all this nonsense if we keep going on this track, right?"
The youngster nodded in agreement.
"On the other hand, if you start dressing like a slut again, and
doing really nasty outrageous things in public, like showing off your
tits to a bunch of strangers in a store in a mall, then it's all gonna
start raining down on you again, Princess. Maybe this time we would pick
a place a little closer to home for you to show off those tits. Maybe
next week's basketball game, we could have you go braless under your
sweater, and rig the sweater somehow so that it comes off when you're in
the middle of the floor in front of a couple thousand people." He smiled
at the thought. Tiffany remained silent, knowing he was just tormenting
her, not expecting a response.
"So the choice is yours, Princess. You do one last thing for us, and
we let you go. You're free forever from us. If you refuse to do this one
last thing, though, the last two weeks is gonna look like rookie camp
before the big leagues. We're talking public exposure on a scale you
haven't even dreamed of. We're talking trashing your reputation so
thoroughly you won't be able to find a decent boy to piss on you. We're
talking all-night sessions with Dr. Wu and his vide equipment, being
tortured in ways that would make the Marquis de Sade puke.
"So what's it gonna be, little Tiffany?"
"What do you want me to do, sir?"
"Give up your sister," White said, as if was the simplest thing in
the world.
"Ss-ss-Stephanie?" stammered Tiffany, shocked.
"You got any other sisters you want to give up?" White said
sarcastically.
"Please, sir, anything but that," Tiffany said. "She's only 14."
"That's why we want her, Tiffany. We've had a good time with you,
but we're always on the lookout for fresh meat. We want Stephanie, and we
want you to help us get her. We could wait forever for her to screw up
the way you did. So we'll give you a bag of cocaine to put in her
backpack. A significant amount, enough to count for distributing. I
search the backpack, and voila! Stephanie is ours, just like you are."
Tiffany stiffened. "I won't do it," she said simply.
"The word 'won't' is not a part of your vocabulary, Princess. You
will do it. Period."
"I won't," Tiffany repeated.
"Very well, then," White sighed. "Strip off your clothes."
Tiffany knew she would have to be tough to save Stephanie. But she
would do anything. She stripped naked in front of the principal.
"Hop up on my desk and spread your legs. Feet flat on the desk, you
worthless cunt." As soon as she did so, White reached into a drawer and
pulled out a small metal cylinder about the size and shape of a lipstick
tube. He roughly placed his fingers on her tender young labia and spread
them apart, then pushed the tube up inside her. Without lubrication, the
dry metal hurt going into her virgin pussy.
"Don't move, you little piece of shit," White said. The next object
he pulled out was a real lipstick tube. He pushed up the bright red
lipstick and began to apply it carefully to one nipple, then the other
one. When he finished, each was a bright crimson.
"Get down and get dressed," White ordered, throwing two pieces of
clothing at her. The first was a tiny pair of denim shorts - Daisy Dukes,
the kids called them. But these shorts were so tiny Tiffany couldn't
believe it as she pulled them on. They came up over her ass and kept
going, so that the bottom third of each delectable rounded ass cheek hung
out the bottom of each side. The crotch fit snugly up into her own pussy
- naturally, White had not given her any panties to put on. She tugged at
the top of the shorts, trying to get the waist up to snap them, and the
more she tugged, the tighter they bit into her pussy. Soon the rough seam
of the jeans material was working its way up into her snatch, spreading
her labia apart.
Finally, painfully, the Daisy Dukes were almost ready to be snapped.
She sucked her tummy in as much as she could to pull them around her
waist, and barely managed to fasten them. But now she could barely
breathe. Plus, sucking her stomach in had the effect of pushing out her
already large breasts even more.
With the Daisy Dukes in place - biting into her pussy painfully -
she quickly pulled on the white blouse that White had given her. It was a
sheer material, bordering on see-through, the type of thing a teenaged
girl would wear over a two-piece swimsuit at the beach as a cover-up.
These must have been in the pile of clothes we got at the Gap last week,
Tiffany remembered.
She buttoned the blouse, but like the Dukes, it was much too small
for her, and the buttons barely met. Her tits were straining against the
thin fabric, rubbing against it. When she looked down, she saw to her
horror that her breasts were as visible as if she had been wearing
nothing at all. Even worse, the lipsticked nipples were so obvious they
might as well have had blinking neon signs attached to them.
"You can wear your own sneakers and socks," White told her. When she
was dressed, Tiffany stood in front of her principal, dressed in the most
provocative outfit yet. Her ass hung out of the teensy denim shorts, and
she was afraid that when she sat down, if she didn't keep her knees
together tightly, people would be able to see the actual lips of her
pussy peeking out on either side of the center seam. Her breasts would be
on full display for everyone in the school to see.
"One last thing, cum-breath, and then off you go to class." White
pulled out a small object that looked like a television remote control,
only with a small dial and just one small green button in the center. He
pushed the button....
And Tiffany's crotch exploded with pain! It was as if she had been
kicked with a heavy boot. She doubled over and grabbed her midsection.
Her breath had been knocked out of her so suddenly that she couldn't even
scream. The pain lasted for a second, and then stopped.
"Oh gee," said White at the bent-over girl, who was gasping for air.
"I think I set it a little too high. It's a remote control for delivering
electrical shocks to that little tube in your cunt. Here, let me turn it
down," he added, and twisted the dial a bit.
He pressed the button again, and this time Tiffany could feel a
painful jolt of electricity stab her from inside her own pussy. She let
out a little yelp and her hands involuntarily shot down to her crotch.
"That's better," said White. "I want to toy with you, Tiffany, not
destroy you. Now that tube is gonna stay inside you all day long. And
I'll be walking around school with this remote, which by the way has a
very good range. You'll never know when I'm going to zap you. And while
you walk around today in your rather creative attire, which I'm sure all
the boys in school will really appreciate, and you get random shots of
electricity at different levels zapped straight into that sweet little
snatch of yours, I want you to be thinking about how long you can endure
this, and whether it wouldn't be better to just do what we ask so we'll
leave you alone. Now off to class with you, girl."
And Tiffany obediently went to class. When she first appeared in the
hall after leaving Principal White's office, she nearly caused a riot.
She was dressed like some model out of Hustler Barely Legal magazine, and
the boys started flocking around her. "Man, nice fuckin' tits, Tiffany!"
they yelled. "Nice fuckin' ass!" "Think those shorts could be a little
shorter, Tiff?" From somewhere, she knew not where, a hand reached out
and grabbed the naked part of her ass cheek which hung below the hem of
the cut-offs. The boy's hand squeezed, and a finger tried to push up
under the jeans, but they were too tight.
Tiffany was about to slap the intruder's hand away when Zap! She
felt the metal tube in her pussy deliver a strong, painful burst of
electricity. Instantly both hands shot down to the crotch of her tiny
cut-offs.
"Hey guys! She's grabbin' her crotch! What a whore!" yelled a boy. A
small crowd of boys had gathered around her, hooting and grabbing at her.
Tiffany's back was forced up against a row of lockers, and she was
surrounded by horny young men, breathing hotly on her, poking her with
their fingers, laughing and mocking her. She felt a hand reach up under
her blouse and try to grab at her large breasts. She tried to reach up
from her crotch to knock away the intruding hand, but the crush of boys
against her made movement impossible. An unknown face leaned in and began
licking her neck, and she could feel other hands running up her smooth
young thighs, pinching at her crotch. She felt trapped and panicky.
Suddenly the bell rang signalling the beginning of first period.
When the boys' attention was diverted for a second, Tiffany marshalled
all her strength and pushed through the crowd. Suddenly free, she started
to run, heading down a hall. She could hear the mob behind her shouting
and calling her filthy names.
She hit the door of the girls' restroom at full run and burst in,
heading straight for a stall. She locked herself in, breathing hard, on
the verge of tears. Just yesterday, it had seemed possible that she might
get her reputation back, that everything would be forgotten. Now she knew
that her tormentors could and would ruin her, torture her endlessly,
escalating their nastiness. But she couldn't betray her innocent young
sister. She just couldn't do it.
Another blast of voltage, stronger than the last one, ripped through
her pussy. She doubled over and screamed. "God damn it! Leave me alone!
Stop torturing me!" It burst from her mouth before she could stop it.
She heard the bathroom door open, heard footsteps. "Tiffany?" a
girl's voice called out.
It was Stephanie!
"Go away, Steph, I'm OK!" she called from inside the stall.
"What's the matter? Why did you scream?"
"I can't talk about it. Please just go to class and leave me alone."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's been going on. And
if you don't tell me, I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad!" Stephanie threatened.
Tiffany took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She swung the
door open and saw her little sister standing there, looking at her with
curiosity and surprising calm. Without warning, Tiffany started to talk.
Like a dam bursting under great pressure, the entire story poured out.
How she had cheated on a test and been caught, and then drugged and
videotaped. How the men had continued to put her into compromising
positions with their blackmail threats, then made more and videos,
getting her in deeper and deeper. She left nothing out: the ants, the
trip to the mall, the blowjobs, the public exposure and humiliation, the
anal gang bang, the rimjobs, the half time show for the Jefferson team.
And now, finally, this horrible dilemma: They wanted Stephanie.
Tiffany was crying as she talked, tears running down her cheeks.
Finally she ran out of words.
"Jesus, Tiff, I had no idea," Stephanie said. Her eyes were huge,
and she was trembling. "Come here and give me a hug."
Tiffany embraced her 14-year-old sister tightly, and was surprised
to feel the girl's nipples were hard. She pulled back. "Stephanie, are
you wearing a bra? I can feel your nipples!"
"Uh, no," said Stephanie, "I usually don't wear a bra. My boobies
aren't as big as yours yet," she said, using the term the girls had used
when they were little and took baths together. "And as for my nipples
being hard, well, I guess they are. I thing your story kind of excited
me."
"Excited you?" Tiffany was puzzled.
"Well, yeah," said Stephanie. "Listen, Tiffany, since it's
confession time, maybe I ought to tell you a little something. I'm not
the sweet little innocent you think I am. I'm not a virgin."
"You're not? Who have you slept with?"
"Well, actually, lots of guys. I, uh, lost my virginity a couple of
years ago. And I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Fucking was just about
the coolest thing in the world. I started doing guys all over the place,
all the time. After about six months, I realized that boys my age were so
pathetic that they'd probably even pay me for it. I'd get to feel their
cocks ramming away inside of me, and I'd cum like crazy, plus I'd make
some money. I charge $25 for a blowjob and $100 for a fuck. I've got more
than $2,000 saved up so far. I just wish I'd thought of it sooner."
Tiffany felt as if her universe was being scripted by lunatics. Was
everyone but her a depraved pervert? Her own little sister was a high
school hooker?
"I I I I don't know what to say, Stephanie. Isn't it demeaning?"
"Fuck no, sis. Get your head out of your ass. Fucking is about the
greatest thing in the world. And to get paid for it is even better!" The
freshman was grinning from ear to ear, and Tiffany could see the
youngster's hard little nipples poking through her T-shirt.
"But I still can't turn you over to these guys, Stephanie. You
wouldn't be in control. They're vicious bastards, they get off on power-
tripping over girls, humiliating them and making them do nasty things.
It's way different from humping 14-year-old boys who don't know what
they're doing."
Stephanie's eyes glittered. "Actually, Tiffany, the whole thing kind
of turns me on. 14-year-old boys aren't that great, to tell you the
truth. Most of them don't know what they're doing, and some of them last
about 10 seconds before they cum, if they don't ejaculate when I just
touch their dicks. But one time, this older boy, who was about 16, he was
doing me in his parents' bed, and he started holding my arms up above my
head. I felt trapped, almost helpless, cause he was bigger and stronger.
And it was the best fuck I ever had. I came so hard I almost peed!
"So anyway, Tiff, I started thinking that maybe I'm just a girl who
likes to be dominated, who likes to feel helpless, to have the guy be in
control. And if a 16-year-old boy pinning my arms down was a turn-on, I
can only imagine what a group of older, sadistic men would be like. I'd
be in heaven! My pussy's getting juicy just thinking about it!"
The teenaged sisters continued to talk for a few more minutes, with
Stephanie gradually convincing Tiffany of her position. They left the
girls' restroom and walked to Principal White's office. Tiffany
hesitated, but Stephanie took her by the hand and marched right in.
White sat at his desk and looked up, startled. "Good morning,
girls," he said,. not sure where this sudden arrival was heading.
"Good morning, Mr. White," Stephanie said, taking the lead. "I've
been a bad girl, and I need to be punished." White felt his cock stir in
his pants.
"What have you done, Stephanie?"
"Does it really matter?" she responded, in an exaggerated little-
girl voice. "I'm sure a man like you can think of a suitable punishment
for a little 14-year-old girl like me. If you don't wash my mouth out
with soap, maybe you can wash it out with something else." She looked
right at his crotch, and licked her lips.
This wasn't the game plan White had been counting on, but he was one
to go with the flow.
Stephanie spoke up again. "But while you're punishing me, sir, and
I'm sure it will have to be spread out over a long time, I think you're
done with yucky old Tiffany, don't you. Why don't you have her get
dressed in her regular clothes and go back to class. Then you and I can
be alone and you can start my punishment."
White licked his lips. His dick was throbbing. God almighty, an
honest-to-goodness real teenage submissive slut, right here begging him
for punishment. Wait till the rest of the gang heard about this!
"Good idea," he said. "But Tiffany, once you get those shorts off,
take out that little device in your pussy. I think it's Stephanie's turn
to wear it." Stephanie was already stripping of her clothes, and soon
stood naked in the principal's office, her nipples hard as little
erasers, her teen pussy oozing moisture. She took the tube from her older
sister and without pausing slipped it right up inside her. With the
lubrication, it slid in easily.
"Why don't you kneel down, Stephanie. It's time to get started,"
said Roger White, coming around to the front of his desk and unzipping
his fly. His erection waved stiffly in front of him, and Stephanie
watched it closely, her mouth watering.
Tiffany was dressed and heading toward the office door to get back
to her old life. She paused and saw her sister Stephanie, naked, kneeling
on the carpet, her mouth just beginning to slide over the head of White's
cock. Just before her lips made contact, White pushed the button on the
remote and Stephanie stiffened as she felt a blast hit her young twat. A
small orgasm shook her body. She was getting off on the pain!
"Oh yes, master! Make me cum! I've been a bad little girl!"
Stephanie moaned. Then she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto
White's cock, taking it as far back into her young throat as she could.
Tiffany shook her head, and left the office. The last thing she
heard was her sister happily humming away on the cock in her mouth.
THE END
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