CHAPTER 8

THE ONE WITH THE HISTORY LESSON

The big Lincoln Navigator sped through the night on the way back to Godfrey
Daniels High School and the remainder of Tiffany's evening with her tormentors.
Traffic was non-existent, but had there been any, they would have seen a strange
sight: out of the back seat window on the driver's side stuck a cute bare foot.
And out of the passenger's side back seat window, another cute bare foot.

In the back seat, Tiffany was in agony. After she had left the mall with the men
and gotten into the SUV in the parking lot, they had ordered her to strip off her
panties. Mr. White, the principal, had told her they would see how the trip
worked without handcuffs this time, but that they were ready to cuff her again if
she wasn't completely co-operative.

Wedged again in the back seat between Joe Black, the school janitor, and John
Brown, her algebra teacher, the cute cheerleader was ordered to take off the
high-heeled pumps in which she had been strutting around the mall looking like a
slut. She did so willingly, as they had really been hurting her feet. Then White
told her to stick her right foot out the right window, and her left foot out the
left. To make sure she obeyed, Old Joe got out the cuffs and rattled them in her
face.

Although it was difficult, the girl quickly complied, so anxious was she to avoid
being cuffed and helpless again. Fortunately, her cheerleading practice and
teenaged limberness served her well. She went into what amounted to a splits in
the backseat of the Lincoln, and managed, barely, to get each foot out of each
rear window. As soon as they were out, White hit a button in the control panel up
front and both windows began to move upward.

"Nooo!" Tiffany shouted and started to pull her feet in. But in a flash, Black
and Brown each grabbed an ankle firmly in their hands and held her feet in place.
Up, up, up went the power windows, until finally Tiffany's feet were trapped in
place. The glass pinning her ankles to the ceiling wasn't really painful, but the
position was a terrible strain. Her beautiful naked legs were now spread as wide
as they could possible be spread, almost but not quite in a straight line. In
order to accommodate the position, Tiffany had had to scoot her butt forward on
the seat, hiking the black miniskirt up almost to her waist, and completely
exposing her gorgeous blonde pussy to the lustful gazes of the men. The muscles
in her thighs quivered slightly at the difficulty of holding the position, but
Tiffany knew that she had no choice, and that in all probability she would be
trapped like this - spread wide, vulnerable, naked from the waist down - for the
entire half-hour drive back to town.

The teen beauty's big blue eyes were filled with fear and anguish. "Ohh, please,
my legs hurt," she begged her captors. As the Navigator picked up speed, the wind
blew against the naked soles of Tiffany's feet, tickling them slightly, adding
yet another sensation to the over- stimulated girl.

"Hush, Princess," said Tom Green, her English teacher, from the front seat.
"That's what we're going to call you from now on: Princess. You've even got the
crown to prove it," he added, referring to the cheap plastic child's tiara
Tiffany was still wearing. "You've always acted like such the little princess,
and now we're just following through on that. It's going to be a real hoot when
you show up at school tomorrow wearing that tiara, Princess."

The teenager's perfect breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to maintain
her composure at the thought of appearing at school in such a ridiculous mockery.
"Now that we're alone," White said, "we can do without the halter top."
Instantly, Joe Black grabbed the bottom of the skimpy black halter and yanked it
up, and Tiffany's milky white tits spilled out. With the halter now bunched
around her neck and the miniskirt hiked to her waist, all of her lovely charms
were on full display. Her face burned with shame, her leg muscles ached, the wind
tickled her feet, and the SUV pushed on relentlessly.

"Before we start our next game," White told the 16-year-old girl, "I want to tell
you a couple of stories. I suggest you listen well, because your future depends
on how well you understand them.

"As I told you earlier, these games have been going on for about 10 years. I
started it, then Old Joe joined me, then Tom and John. We wait for a student at
Daniels to fuck up, and then we exploit her weakness and blackmail her. Sexual
abuse is part of the game, but after you've fucked 40 or so teenaged girls, the
mind longs for more, er, creative pursuits. So we've been focusing more and more
on entrapping the stuck-up cunts, the cock-teasers, the princesses, the little
girls who walk around like their shit don't stink, and then humiliating them
utterly. Coming up with new ways to accomplish that keeps us on our toes and
keeps the game interesting.

"So far," White continued, "you've performed better than some of our past
victims, but still not quite at the level we expect. Back there in The Rave, for
example, we told you to smile when you were trying on your halter top, and you
didn't. We were shooting the whole thing on video, and it would be much more
effective if it had appeared like you were doing that little number of your own
free will. Now we'll have to have our friend, Mr. Isherwoood, edit the tape, and
it will probably only be snippets of you, stripped to the waist in public being
ogled by a gang. Admittedly, once we get those few shots added on to your ongoing
video, along with the shots of you strutting around the mall like a whore in
heat, it will look to anyone viewing it that you are not under any duress, which
is, of course, the idea. But we hate it when one of our victims makes our little
games harder for us, and when we hate something, it makes us even more creative
and even nastier. So I suggest you get with the fucking program, Princess!"

Tiffany sniffled, and shuddered. They were madmen! But she was trapped, so she
simply said, very meekly, "Yes, sir."

"Now let me tell you about a little girl named Claire. This was about eight years
ago, and Claire was a senior at Daniels. An honor student. National Honor
Society. Salutatorian. Played first violin in the school orchestra. A virgin. A
little on the thin side, but a real beauty. She could have been a model. Such a
good girl. But to keep her grades up and manage all of her workload, Claire had
developed a bit of a speed habit. Not a lot, just sometimes, for studying. One of
her teachers suspected, and sent her to me. I did a search of her purse -
illegal, of course, but I guess Claire wasn't that bright after all - and found a
few capsules.

"The game was on, and for awhile, it went pretty much the way yours was going. We
started with some videos, to get even more blackmailing material on Claire. While
she technically was cooperative, at every step she made it difficult for us.
She'd threaten to tell her parents, or she'd cry throughout a video shoot to make
it unusable, on and on. What a pain in the ass!

"Her attitude just pissed us off. Normally, we cut our girls loose after we've
had our fun, and let them go back to their little teenaged lives, dry-humping
boys in the backs of cars and watching MTV or whatever the hell they do. But not
Claire. We felt she hadn't learned her lesson, so when she went away to Harvard,
we kept tabs on her. We flew up midway through her freshman year with a video
from her senior year of her giving eight consecutive blowjobs to some guys we
recruited, her face clearly visible, and told her we'd show it to her boyfriend
and all her teachers if she didn't make a new one. We rented a hotel room, and
tied her down spread-eagle on the bed, and brought in a German Shepherd we'd
borrowed from a friend.

Tiffany's heart was racing as White told the story. My God, she thought, these
men are worse monsters than I thought! A dog! Oh my God!

"Little Princess Claire freaked out, but fortunately she was well tied and
thoroughly gagged. We spread Alpo all over her pussy and turned the Shepherd
loose. His big, rough tongue started licking, and licking, and licking. We'd
tucked some Alpo well up inside her, and he was rooting that nose up into her
pussy, and lapping for all he was worth. Pretty soon the inevitable happened.
Against her will, Claire started to get turned on by the dog going down on her.
She stopped struggling, and started bucking her hips upward. We took the panty
gag out of her mouth and instead of screaming for help, she started moaning,
"Ohhh, Jesus, yes, Jesus, don't stop! That feels so good!" And right there on the
bed, Claire had herself one shattering, mind-blowing orgasm from being licked by
a dog.

"That's when we told her we had been surreptitiously taping the whole show. She'd
forgotten how devious we were, and when she didn't see a video camera and started
focusing on the dog, she just forgot everything. That was one of our all-time
best videos, and we showed it to Claire. Although the Internet was pretty new at
that point, we'd managed to get in touch with a Japanese businessman who had
offered us big money for that kind of tape, or several other types. We told
Claire she could either continue to cooperate, or we'd sell the tape. She didn't
know if she'd ever even visit Japan, but the thought of a bunch of Japs sitting
around watching her orgasm with a dog and whacking off had a powerful effect. We
turned off the video camera and boned that Harvard freshman up the ass for one
solid hour. She was still so turned on from Rover that with a little tweaking on
her clit, she came over and over even when Old Joe had his rather impressive
piston at work. Hell," White added with an evil leer, "especially when Old Joe
was working that ass!

"So flash forward a few years," White continued. "Claire graduated Harvard, went
to Law School, made Law Review, got a great job on a partnership track at a top
firm in New York. She was about 26 now. This would have been about six months
ago. The four of us flew to New York and made an appointment to see a Mr. Mason,
the senior partner in the firm. We told him we had important information about a
young woman at his firm who was about to be made a full partner. We played Mr.
Mason the video of Claire and the dog, and man, I thought his eyes were gonna pop
out of his head. It was a risk, we knew. The guy could have had us arrested, but
we gambled that most men, faced with the opportunity we were presenting to Mr.
Mason, would take the low road, the testosterone highway. Not only did he pay us
nicely for the tape, but we signed a contract, that if we ever needed legal
representation, he would provide it pro bono. Sooner or later, we figure, some
little girl is going to squeal on us, and there's going to be a trial. But we not
only have high-priced counsel on call, we have the tapes. Any girl dumb enough to
go to the authorities is going to have to sit up on that witness stand, while Mr.
Mason plays the videos we've taken of her, carefully edited so that everything
looks non- coerced.

"Imagine yourself on that witness stand, Tiffany, with your family in the
audience, and your friends, watching that video of you masturbating and sucking a
dick, with a table full of drug paraphernalia spread out in front of you, and
trying to explain it. Or stripping off your top and strutting around a mall like
a bitch in heat. But I digress.

"Mr. Mason told Claire that he was sponsoring a small retreat that weekend with
some powerful lawyers at other firms, but not to tell anyone at the firm because
it might be construed as favoritism. When Claire showed up at the resort, Mason
played the video for her, and then dictated the deal: He would make her a full
partner in the firm, and in return, she would be his sex slave. The guy was in
his 60s, and sometimes had trouble getting it up, but he found that whipping
Claire's ass until it bled got him good and hard.

"So now, every weekend, Claire meets Mason in an expensive hotel room in New
York, where the walls are so thick they're virtually soundproof. He orders her to
strip, and he gags her with her own panties, so her screams are muffled. Then he
has her lay face down on the coffee table, and straps her wrists and ankles to
the legs, immobilizing her. A couple of pillows from the bed are pushed under her
tummy, raising her ass up, presenting it as a target. Mason reaches into his
briefcase and pulls out a thin, supple switch, and proceeds to just beat the
bejeesus out of Claire's ass and the backs of her thighs for a good half hour.
Then, when he's good and hard, he sodomizes her - fucks her up the ass, which
probably really hurts since she's covered with raw, bleeding welts.

"And that is Claire's life for the foreseeable future, Princess."

The beautiful cheerleader was speechless. Her mind churned with the images her
principal had planted there, of a high school honors student who was now the toy
of a cruel and sadistic boss. She knew that somehow she had to avoid Claire's
fate, although she wasn't sure just how far these men would push her. But she
would do anything, she vowed silently, anything!

"Remember the part about the Japanese businessman?" White asked. Tiffany was
silent.

"Hey, Princess, I asked you a direct question!" he barked.

"Yes, sir," she blurted out. "Yes, I remember!"

"Well, we've been corresponding via e-mail for some time, and the market in Japan
just gets stronger and stronger. It seems the really rich perverts over there are
have burned out on anything that smacks remotely of commercially produced. They
want fresh victims, with the emphasis on victims. Real girls, American, innocent,
being defiled and abused in ways that are even a bit disgusting for us. That's
why occasionally we farm out some of our video work to a guy we'll call Dr. Wu.
You know, like the Steely Dan song: "Are you crazy, are you high, or just an
ordinary guy?"

Tiffany had never heard the song, but responded quickly: "Yes, sir!"

"Anyway, Dr. Wu is where we send girls who really a need a wake-up call. OK, not
girls. So far it's only been one girl. Tara O'Hara. She was two years ago. One
week a nice, normal high school girl, the next week, a total wreck. I hear she's
a crack whore now in Dallas, giving blow jobs for $25 a pop.

"Any rate," White continued, "we were at the mall one night with Tara, playing
pretty much the same game we were with you tonight. Little Tara can't stand it,
and breaks away from us when she sees a security guard and goes running up to
him, babbling about how she's been kidnapped by those men over there, and they're
going to rape her, yada yada yada.

"We thought the jig was up. Fortunately, mall security guards are not always your
most upstanding citizens. We quietly offered the guy a sizable bribe and a
half-hour with Tara in his office. Of course, he took it. And he took her. Rather
roughly, from the look of her when she staggered out.

"But Tara needed to be taught a lesson, so we made her call her parents from the
mall and tell them she was staying over at a friend's house. We drove straight to
Dr. Wu's cabin, way out in the boonies. Nobody around for miles. The kind of
place where a girl can scream and scream, and no one will ever hear her, except
for a bunch of horny Japanese businessmen watching the tape of her screaming.

"Dr. Wu made several videos of Tara that night, aimed at different markets. One
of the milder ones was for guys who like watching a girl get pissed on. He
brought in half a dozen bikers, gave 'em a few beers each, propped her mouth open
and let 'em all line up and take their turn. She just about choked to death, but
managed to swallow most of it. Then there was a doggie tape, only Dr. Wu didn't
stop like we did with Claire with just licking. He had a couple of Great Danes
mount Tara and fuck her half to death. One in the pussy, one in the ass.

"Then he made what he called the toys tape, which means different things that
were used to fuck little Tara. He started out small, with a pool cue, then moved
on to a beer bottle. Gradually, her pussy was lubricating and she got looser, so
he moved up to a cop's nightstick, a kitchen glass, a billiard ball. He finished
her off with the fat end of a baseball bat. Got it in about six inches, if I
remember correctly. Six inches of Louisville Slugger. Man, you should have heard
her howl.

"And while he was filming the finale, you know what song he was playing on his
boombox, Princess? That song by the Beastie Boys that goes "I did her like this,
I did her like that, I did her with a whiffle ball bat." That Dr. Wu has one sick
sense of humor, but one eclectic appreciation of popular music!" the evil
principal chuckled. He took a breath, then continued.

"Finally, there were the torture tapes. Because she had to go back to her family,
he was not able to do anything causing permanent damage, which limited him
somewhat. But you'd be surprised what a sustained beating with a rubber garden
hose on the soles of the feet can do. Or how an expert can use a cigarette
lighter and hold it just close enough to a girl's nipples and pussy to make them
unbelievably painful, yet not cause any actual burns. Electricity is pretty good,
too. You shove a metal dildo up a girl's cunt, attach alligator clips to her
nipples, and attach them both to a hand-cranked generator. Then let her rip!
Yeehaw! Little Tara had thought she was screamed out from the baseball bat till
she started getting jolts from volts!

"And all this, Princess, was being done to a sweet little girl, only 15, a year
younger than you. We split the profits of the tapes with Dr. Wu. Tara, as I said,
was completely broken by her night in the cabin and never even graduated.."

Mr. White paused. "And that's what happens to little Princesses who don't get
with the program, Miss Tiffany Daniels."

The luscious young backseat beauty was in shock. She was beginning to
hyperventilate again, and her luscious breasts bounced with the increasing gasps
of air she was taking. She was hardly aware of the pain in the muscles of her
widely stretched legs, or the presence of the men on either side of her in the
back seat.

"So you are facing a choice, Princess," White said. "You can give less than 100
percent cooperation, and face the fate of Claire or even Tara. Or you can go
along with us, do exactly what we tell you, never question an order, and do
everything we tell you with a smile, as if it was your idea, your fondest
fantasy. If you do that, we promise you we will not cause you any real physical
pain. That's not what we're into. We also promise that you will remain a virgin,
at least technically. That's as much for our own protection. We don't like
wearing rubbers, and a pregnancy is just too messy to deal with. Finally, if you
cooperate, eventually we will get tired of you, and some new little piece of
teenaged fluff will present itself, and we'll move on, and you'll be left with
only a set of interesting memories, but can go about the rest of your life.

"So what's it gonna be, Princess?"

"I I I I'll cooperate, sir," Tiffany stammered. "I'll do whatever you say. Please
don't hurt me like those other girls." She has no choice, she told herself. No
choice. It was out of her hands.

"That's a good princess," White said. "And who knows? Maybe not every moment will
be torture. We like to see our playthings having a good time, like you did that
first night with Mr. Green. There are few things more wondrous than a beautiful
teenaged girl having a body-shattering orgasm, or a string of them. And with
that, let's have some music."

White pulled a CD out of the console beside him, pushed it into the Lincoln's
player, and hit the advance button several times. The track he wanted came on,
filling the SUV with the sound of Mick Jagger's nasty vocals, more than 30 years
old:

"Under my thumb

The girl who once had me down

Under my thumb

The girl who once pushed me around

It's down to me

The difference in the clothes she wears

Down to me, the change has come,

She's under my thumb ..."

"Why don't you relax as best you can, Tiffany, and the guys back there will make
you feel good," White suggested. Old Joe the janitor and Mr. Brown needed no more
prompting. Immediately, Old Joe put his fingers up to the opening of her young
pussy and ordered, "Push those ben-wa balls out, baby." Tiffany, obedient, did
just that, and the two metal balls pooped out into Joe's hand. They were wet with
her pussy juice, and they left her young twat wide open.

"Here's a little something to fill up that opening," Joe said, and pushed a pink
vibrator up inside her. He flicked a switch at the end, and the small machine
began to hum and vibrate inside Tiffany's highly stimulated vagina.

While Joe was busy with her pussy, Mr. Brown reached into a soft drink cup he'd
gotten at the food court and pulled out a large piece of ice. He reached over and
began to run the ice on her left nipple. The tip-tit, shocked by the cold, began
to grow erect. Around and around went the piece of ice, making Tiffany's nipple
grow more and more engorged with blood. When it reached its peak, he transferred
the ice to her right nipple and began to rub again, making it erect as well.

"Since your hands aren't cuffed, Princess, I want you to reach down and pull on
your pussy lips and hold 'em open," Joe ordered. "But no fair touching your clit.
That's gonna be our job."

Tiffany, still scared to death of the threats, obeyed meekly, pulling her pussy
lips wide with both hands. Her little clit popped out from under its hood,
looking like a small, moist pearl, glistening with desire.

"Yum yum yum," murmured the older janitor. He licked his thumb, and then pressed
it down, gently but firmly, on Tiffany's hot, throbbing clit, and began to
massage it in a circle.

Tiffany inhaled sharply. It felt soooooo good. Her horniness had temporarily
vanished when she was being publicly stripped and displayed inside The Rave, and
later, during White's long history lesson. But her erotic feelings had really
just been pushed below the surface. She had, after all, spent half an hour
walking through the mall with ben-wa balls jammed up her pussy, stretching her
and massaging the sugar walls of her teenaged twat.

Mr. Black leaned over and began to whisper in her ear. "I gotta tell ya, sweetie,
back there in the mall, you may have been the sexiest girl on the face of the
earth. You looked so sweet and so hot, like Chinese mustard, baby, prancing
around in those high, high heels, that teeny tiny skirt, that sexy top." His
voice had a low, monotonous quality, almost hypnotic. "You got the longest,
sexiest legs of any girl at Daniels High, sweet cakes. Those titties of yours are
magnificent. And what's more, you know it, don't you girl? You know how hot and
sexy you are. You love how the boys all want to have sex with you, how the male
teachers all try to look up your skirt, how everyone ogles those tits. You love
it, Princess."

And all the while Joe was cooing into her ear, telling Tiffany her own secrets,
she continued to hold open her pussy lips with both hands, and Joe continued to
rub her clit, which was getting bigger and bigger, redder and redder. It was if
the tiny organ had a mind of its own and was straining upward for release at
Joe's hand. And Mr. Brown, on her other side, kept rubbing the ice over her
nipples, which were so hard Tiffany thought they might explode, that she might
explode, that she was hovering on the brink of an explosion, that she was getting
close and closer to her orgasm, and the vibrator in her pussy was buzzing and
buzzing, and the wind tickled her toes as they stuck out the windows. She was
going to cum so hard, so hard, and Joe's thumb was moving faster and faster, and
it was a blur, the nipples, the pussy, the legs spread so wide, the clit, the
toes, and she was getting so close, so close....

Tiffany wasn't even aware that she was moaning, over and over, oh yessss, Oh God
yesss, feel so goooood.

And Jagger spat out the words and the music of the Stones filled the Lincoln,
which smlled strongly of musky teenaged pussy:

"Under my thumb

The squirmin' dog who's just had her day

Under my thumb

A girl who has just changed her ways

It's down to me, yes it is

The way she does just what she's told

Down to me, the change has come

She's under my thumb."

And as she got closer, images from Mr. White's stories kept flashing through her
mind, disgusting things, hateful things, about girls being fucked by dogs, being
raped by old men, being tied down and whipped, on their bare ass, being fucked
with beer bottles and baseball bats, and being whipped, and fucked, and fucked up
the ass, and dogs' cocks, and she had no choice, she had to give in to them, it
was out of her hands, she was their slave, she was a sex slave, and she was
getting closer, she was almost there...

"That's enough, guys!" ordered Mr. White, who'd been watching in the rear view
mirror. Instantly, Brown and Black stopped what they were doing, withdrew their
hands.

"Nooooo!" wailed the poor cheerleader, jolted from her dark and jumbled fantasy.
She was teetering right on the brink of the biggest climax of her life. Without
even thinking, she whipped both hands down to her clit and began to rub it in a
frenzy, trying to get over that edge.

And again, she was thwarted, as the two men each grabbed a wrist and yanked her
hands away.

"Pleeeeease! Pleeeeease!" the blonde beauty pleaded.

"No way, Princess," said White coldly. "You don't come until we do. But this is
our exit, and we're five minutes from school, so let's end the evening with a
bang, so to speak, and we'll all get our ya-yas out."

"A siamese cat of a girl

Under my thumb

She's the sweetest, mmm, pet in the world," sang Jagger in his anthem of
dominance and control.

Tiffany's mind was a tangle of dark thoughts, unholy fantasies and images that
she had never thought of in her 16 years, but over all, overwhelmingly, the
desire to cum. Then she felt something, tickling her clit. She opened her eyes,
and saw that Mr. Brown was bending over her lap, over her obscenely splayed
thighs and wide-open pussy, holding the plastic straw from his soft drink, and
blowing on her clit!

It tickled. Wildly. It stimulated her, but not enough. The short puffs of his
breath struck her clit, and where normally it would not bother her at all, now it
was the most maddening thing she had ever felt. It was if the blasts of air were
keeping her clit super-sensitive, keeping her aware of her own pussy, her deep
and abiding horniness.

Her head rolled back against the seat, her hair flying from side to side as Brown
and Black securely held her wrists.

"You ready to cum, Princess?" whispered Black. "You ready?"

"Yes! Yes! Please!" she begged.

"Here's the school parking lot," said White, as Green, in the front seat, shut
off the video camera that had been recording Tiffany's frenzied begging for an
orgasm. "Joe, would you go unlock the cafeteria? Not much longer, Princess
Tiffany, and you'll have some orgasms you'll never forget.

He didn't add, because he didn't need to, that she wouldn't be the only one.


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CHAPTER 9

THE ONE WITH TONGUES PLANTED FIRMLY IN CHEEKS

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

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

So it was for the best that John Brown and Tom Green each slipped one of
Tiffany's arms around their shoulder and half-walked, half-carried the glazed,
trembling girl into the deserted cafeteria, which Old Joe the janitor had gone
ahead and unlocked. They laid her down on a long table in the center of the room,
its fake-wood laminate cold against her bare skin.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In a daze, Tiffany got dressed.

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

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