CHAPTER 12

THE ONE WITH THE SPECIAL HALF-TIME SHOW

The next morning was beautiful as Tiffany drove her younger sister Stephanie to
school through the suburban streets of Beverly, Texas. It was Friday, and tonight
was the big homecoming game, something that Tiffany had been looking forward to
for the entire school year. Until this last week, though, when the four sadistic
older men had embarked on their campaign to blackmail, abuse, degrade and
humiliate the lovely 16- year-old. Now she dreaded the game, wondering what sort
of torment they would dream up to shame her even further.

She was lost in her own dark musings when Stephanie spoke up. "I hate to bring
this up again, Tiff, but you know yesterday, in the cafeteria? People said you
were even worse than the day before! I told em that when we went to school you
were just wearing jeans and a T-shirt like you always do, but I heard from
bunches of people that at lunchtime you were dressed in this really whorey
looking black skirt that was all cut up and held together with safety pins, and
you were down on your hands and knees on the floor and guys were staring at you
and laughing."

Tiffany wanted so badly to tell her innocent young sister the truth, the awful
truth about what bastards men could be, and the unspeakable predicament she was
in. But she knew that telling Stephanie would somehow put the girl in danger
also. She had to lie.

"Yeah, that was a little but out there, I have to admit," Tiffany said. "I'm kind
of embarrassed about it now. I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time." She
stopped, hoping that would end Stephanie's questions.

An embarrassed silence fell over the girls. Tiffany felt that her sister wanted
to talk further, but that it would be rude to question an older sibling, and one
who was so beautiful and popular.

Added to that was the conflict raging within Tiffany. It's the dirty little
secret of nearly every cheerleader that there is a bit of the exhibitionist
lurking somewhere within. Most cheerleaders, and certainly Tiffany, don't get off
on the thought of all those hormone-driven teenaged boys fantasizing about
fucking them, and all the middle-aged pervs in the crowd staring at their
panty-covered crotches and thinking evil thoughts. But to be a cheerleader, to
prance about in front of crowds in a tight sweater and a short, flippy skirt,
exposing your bare legs and your underpants, there has to be a small part that
enjoys it. And that was certainly the case with Tiffany. Normally she felt as if
she were operating from a position of power Ñ this was her nubile young body, and
nobody could touch her unless she said it was OK.

But the events of the past week had reversed that, and Tiffany was confused. In
some ways, her tormentors had just taken her love of being looked at and
amplified it far beyond her wildest dreams. Her name was on everyone's lips at
Daniels High School, the image of her slutty outfits and bizarre behavior the
talk of every classroom and bus stop. The part of her that craved the spotlight
secretly loved all that, even as she was mortified by the stunts she had been
forced to pull in recent days.

And then there were the orgasms. Although she had masturbated a few times and
petted a little with boys her age, she had never cum the way she had the other
night when the men were fucking her ass in the cafeteria, or the way she had in
her bedroom crushing the ants with the big dildo. What was happening to her? Was
she secretly a slut who had just been liberated, or was she still just a normal
teenaged girl?

As she pondered all that, she pulled the Miata into the parking lot, kissed
Stephanie on the cheek goodbye, and trudged to her first stop of the day:
Principal White's office.

Today wasn't just any day, though. It was Homecoming, the Big Game. Cheerleaders
always wore their uniforms on game day out of school tradition, and even with all
Tiffany had been though, she had worn hers. The tight white sweater with the big
gold letter D clung to her shapely chest, and the pleated gold skirt swirled
around her lovely tanned legs as she walked into Principal White's office.

"Shut the door, Princess," he ordered. She complied.

"Well, well. Homecoming," he began. "Big night for you and your little friends,
eh? I suppose you're wondering what's in store?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, me and the boys decided to let you have a day off. Not completely, but
almost. We want you to save your strength and focus for the game, to be able to
help our players on to victory. And I'm sure you'll be able to help them."

Tiffany had no idea what he was getting at, but had heard the "day off" part and
focused on that, hopefully.

"Whatever you say, sir," she said. It was best to wait and see where it was
going.

"Take off your panties, Tiffany," he said. The youngster reached under her short
skirt with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles, where she stepped out
of them. She bent and picked them up from the floor.

White took the white underpants from her hand and laid them out on his desk. He
pulled out a big black laundry marker and wrote across the crotch of the panties
in large letters "FUCK ME." Then he flipped them over, and across the ass he
wrote "SPANK ME." He handed them back and told her to put them on.

Tiffany's heart sank. Was this his idea of a day off? Wearing panties all day
under a short skirt, worried that ay any moment a breeze could expose them, or a
careless drink of water at the fountain.

"Aww, come on, Princess," he joshed. "It's not so bad. It's not like I'm gonna
fuck you up the ass or anything. Then again, you kinda liked that, didn't you?
Maybe you're disappointed cause you wanted to be fucked up the bunghole again.
Maybe it was the Joe Black dick that got you over the top. Hmm?"

"No sir," she said, staring at the carpet and blushing, because he was close to
the truth. "May I go now?"

"Sure, Tiffany. See you at the game tonight."

Compared to what she had endured over the last two days, Homecoming Day wasn't
that bad. She was back in her cheerleading uniform, and that helped Tiffany feel
in control. In class, other students would whisper and dart their eyes at her,
and sometimes giggle or guffaw, but there wasn't any outright harassment. Even in
the lunchroom, the scene of her humiliation the previous day, she sat with her
buddies and ate in peace. Everyone seemed focused on the big game coming up.

And before she knew it, it was game time. 7:30, and the gymnasium was packed.
Daniels High School students in one set of bleachers, and facing them, the
students of Jefferson High School, for what was sometimes referred to as the
annual Jeff-Daniels Game. Tiffany took the floor with Marla, Brittany, Suzy and
the rest of the squad and they started their routines: high kicks, spins, back
flips, cheers, as the basketball warmed up by shooting baskets and following
lay-ups.

As the girls formed a chorus line and kicked in rhythm to the band's music,
Tiffany saw the students in the front few rows begin to point at her and nudge
one another. Damn! She had managed to forget that FUCK ME was written across the
front of her panties in big black letters. Every time she kicked, she was showing
it off to the boys. Soon the whispers began to spread through the Daniels crowd,
and more and more teenaged boys moved down close to be able to see.

Tiffany scanned the crowd nervously, and saw one man who wasn't moving down: Mr.
Green, who sat about half-way up with the camcorder held to his eye. He was
aiming it right at her. It was very common to see high school parents in the
bleachers with camcorders, videotaping their sons on the basketball floor, but
Tiffany knew that Mr. Green wasn't taping the game. He probably had the zoom lens
cranked up all the way, she thought, and was zeroing in on her pussy and the bold
advertisement that was printed there. Just more for their little collection, she
thought bitterly.

The first half of the game went quickly, with Tiffany and the other cheerleaders
taking the floor occasionally during time-outs. After one flip, the hem of
Tiffany's short cheerleading skirt rode up and accidentally clung to the top of
her panties, exposing her delectable cotton-clad 16-year-old bottom and the words
SPANK ME printed there. She blushed furiously and quickly pulled it back down,
holding it there with her hands. She didn't know how many had noticed, but surely
some of the horny boys, who were not even watching the game any more, had seen.

The whistle blew, signalling the end of the first half. Tiffany looked toward one
end of the gymnasium and was shocked to see Principal White standing there, his
back to one concrete-block wall, talking with Stephanie, her 14-year-old sister.
White caught the cheerleader's eye and gave her a hand signal to come over.
Tiffany obeyed, her stomach sinking. The torment and abuse of her was bad enough,
but she had to keep Stephanie away from these predators no matter what.

"Hello, Miss Daniels," the principal said in almost courtly way, his voice of
free of sarcasm. "I was just talking to your sister here, whom I've barely had a
chance to get to know." His words seemed so innocent on the surface, but Tiffany
knew there was great potential for evil lurking somewhere within them.

"I need a favor, Miss Daniels. You know Old Joe, the janitor? His back is still
bothering him and he asked if you'd help him out for a few minutes. While you do,
I'll just visit with Stephanie here for a few more minutes. I'm sure you'll be
back for the second half." His eyes were clear and pure, devoid of malice, but
Tiffany got the message: Obey me, or Stephanie becomes part of the game as well.

She left the gym and found Old Joe standing right outside the doors. To Tiffany's
surprise, he was dressed in a snazzy suit rather than his janitor's uniform. He
motioned her to step back into a stairwell.

"So you saw that Mr. White is talking to Stephanie, Princess? I'm only going to
explain this one time, so you better listen closely. If you don't follow every
instruction perfectly, we're going to take a trip to Dr. Wu tonight to make one
of those special videos. Not just you, but you and Stephanie as well. Dr. Wu
tells us he's getting impatient, and so are his friends, for a little tender teen
flesh to abuse. Do you remember the little talk the other night about how Dr. Wu
treats teen meat like you and your sister? Of course you do. So you're going to
obey, right."

Tiffany swallowed hard, and nodded. She had to keep her sister safe. She would do
anything to keep Stephanie out of trouble.

"It seems that both the coach and the assistant coach from Jefferson had their
cars stolen from our parking lot during the first half," Black continued.
"They've just been told, and they're out in the parking lot now talking to the
police. They'll probably be gone about 15 minutes. That means the Jefferson boys
team is in their locker room, with no adult supervision. You and I are going to
go in their now. I'm just going to stand over in a corner, keeping an eye on
things. It's going to be your show, Princess, your special half-time show. You'll
do all the talking. If I don't feel as if your performance is exactly what me and
the fellas have in mind, I have a cell phone, and Mr. White has a beeper. I'll
just dial the beeper, and Mr. White will leave right then with Stephanie and take
her to Dr. Wu's. You will join her there later. If she has an hour's head start
on you, though, she's likely to be in pretty bad shape by the time you show up.
You with me so far?

Tiffany nodded. "I have no choice," she told herself over and over. "I'm their
slave. I have no will. I have to do what they tell me to."

Joe told her what he wanted her to do, and together they entered the visiting
team's locker room. The noise hit the lovely teenager like a tidal wave - the
sound of 14 teenaged boys pumped up on testosterone and adrenaline, left without
adult supervision. Some were yelling, some were snapping towels, others were
laughing. They all fell silent as soon as they noticed Tiffany and Joe Black. As
he had promised, Joe faded into a corner, leaving poor Tiffany standing alone in
the middle of the locker room. She had never felt so vulnerable and alone.

She took a deep breath, told herself she had no choice, she would do this to save
her sister. She forced a seductive smile onto her face.

"Hi boys. Would anyone like a blowjob?"

The room instantly erupted again with hoots, laughs, rebel yells, screams of
"Fuck yeah!" Several of the boys advanced toward the cheerleader.

She raised a hand. She had to keep some control or she would be gang-raped. What
she was about to do would be bad enough.

"Hold on, boys," she called out. "Settle down. My name if Tiffany, and as you can
see, I'm one of the cheerleaders at Daniels. I heard your coaches weren't here,
so I came over to offer a little oral relief to y'all. But if y'all are gonna get
out of hand, I'm just gonna have to leave." She was following the script that Old
Joe had outlined to her.

"Now everybody knows there's a pecking order, so we're gonna have ourselves a
pecker order. I'll blow as many of you as I can, beginning with the starting
lineup. I hope I'll have time to get to the substitutes as well, but I can give
them hand jobs while I blow the starters. So I can take on three guys at one time
- one in my mouth and one in each hand. Everyone will have to cum as quickly as
he can so the guys who are waiting can have a shot."

"What the fuck is this about?" shouted one Jefferson player.

"Just a little Daniels hospitality," Tiffany answered. "Plus I really like the
taste of cum, and love to have a big old cock spurting into my hot little mouth."

"Who's the black guy?" another yelled.

"Don't mind me," said Joe. "I'm just the little lady's escort. Now you guys gonna
stand around and ask questions, or is somebody gonna get this girl a towel to
kneel down on so she can start sucking some cock?"

All the boys started moving and yelling again, many of them "Me first!" and
"Dibs!" Instantly a towel appeared and was laid down on the cold concrete floor,
and Tiffany kneeled down. No sooner had she assumed the position than she was
presented with the crotch of the team's starting center, a huge black teenager
whose dick was already halfway hard. She opened her sweet young mouth and closed
her lips around the thick purple head and began to suck.

Mere seconds had gone by when she felt both her hands being raised up. She was
vaguely aware that two other teens were now standing on either side of her, then
shorts and jock straps down around their ankles just like the center she was
blowing. Each of her hands had a hard-on stuffed into it, and she dutifully
wrapped her fingers around each shaft and began a pumping motion back and forth.

"Oh, fuck, this is unbelievable," yelled a boy who was getting a hand-job. "Jack
me off, you little whore-dog!"

"What a slut! What a whore!" the mob of boys yelled. The center took his large
meaty hands and put them on either side of Tiffany's beautiful face and began to
face-fuck the girl, pushing his large cock in and out of her mouth, which made a
series of rhythmic slurping sounds. She could smell his heavy sweaty smell, could
feel his large balls, loose in his scrotum, banging against her chin repeatedly
as he fucked her mouth.

Jesus Fucking Christ I'm gonna cum in this slut's mouth!" the boy suddenly
bellowed, and as Tiffany felt his cockhead swell up in her mouth, he erupted.
Gush after gush of hit salty semen poured into her young mouth, and she swallowed
frantically to get it all down.

"Me next!" hollered a guard, and pushed the center out of the way before his dick
had even begun to soften. Tiffany felt the first cock pop out of her mouth, only
to be replaced by a second erection, this one pink and thick, but also tasting of
sweat. She started to suck again, when suddenly her left cheek was hit with a
huge gob of ejaculate.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" grunted the boy on her left as she pumped his cock into her
fist. He was spewing his sperm all over the side of her face. She was disgusted,
but knew she didn't have time to stop and wipe it off. She had been ordered to
get all 14 boys off in 15 minutes, and knew she would have to work like mad to
accomplish her task. Fortunately, she knew, they were teenaged boys, and could
cum quickly. The sticky sperm dripped down her cheek and rounder her jawline,
just as the boy on her right exploded in orgasm. His cum hit her in the right
eye, temporarily blinding her, and continued shooting out of his dick, coating
her face.

"Man, you're cummin' all over the cheerleader cunt's face!" yelled a player.
"This is sooo fuckin cool!" The room erupted in cheers.

As the cheers echoed off the tile walls, the second player erupted into Tiffany's
mouth. He seemed to have even more sperm than the first guy, and she gagged
slightly as wave after wave filled her mouth. Half- blinded by the sperm in one
eye, she groped out with her fingers and found two more naked erections,
throbbing with adolescent lust. She began to pump both of them, her fingers slick
with the semen of the first two boys.

The time passed quickly. Tiffany did not even have the time to consider the image
she presented, one of unspeakable depravity and nastiness. A beautiful
16-year-old girl, on her knees in a boy's locker room, dressed in the opposing
team's cheerleading uniform, surrounded by panting, cheering, swearing, rutting
boys, all with the shorts and jock straps pulled down to their knees or their
ankles, their erections bobbing angrily in the humid locker room air.

Another blast of boy-cum hit Tiffany's other eye, and as the boy spewed his seed,
some went into her thick wavy blonde hair as well. It barely registered, because
yet another player was cumming in her mouth, jamming his cock forward so hard
that it banged against the back of her throat. Tiffany's gag reflex kicked in,
but the muscle action of her gag reflex just milked the boy's cock all the
harder.

They came on her hair. They came in her face. Their sperm sealed her eyes shut
and coated her cheeks. Thick globs of semen dripped down her chin and fell on the
large gold D on her chest. Her tongue felt thick from the semen that had flooded
over it again and again, and her jaw ached terribly from having her mouth open
and stuffed with cock so much.

Tiffany Daniels had become a mindless blowjob and handjob machine. To the
Jefferson basketball team, she might as well have been some inflatable love doll,
or a piece of meat. They used her, they called her names, they laughed joyfully
as they watched the mask of sperm get thicker and thicker on her face. It was the
most un-fucking-believable thing that had ever happened to them - to have a
cheerleader from the opposing team walk into their locker room at half-time and
give everybody blowjobs and handjobs!

Cock after cock after cock assaulted the willing, kneeling victim. She had
stopped thinking about what she was doing, what was happening to her, the shame
and humiliation she had felt at first. If the boys viewed her as a machine,
that's how she viewed herself as well - a robot with no purpose except to extract
the seed of 14 young men in a specific time.

She was surprised when she heard Old Joe's voice in her ear. "That's it, babe,"
he told her. "Let's get out of here." Tiffany realized that the last boy's cock
had cum in her mouth, that she was done. She had taken seven loads of sperm in
her mouth, all of them massive, because unbeknownst to her, the Jefferson coach
had forbid his players to have sex or even to masturbate for five days before the
game. The boys had obeyed him, so that each had built up a huge load. Tiffany's
stomach gurgled with nausea. She wondered weakly how much sperm was sloshing
around in her stomach.

In addition to the cum in her stomach, her face was a mask of white; eight boys
had come on her face while she was jacking them off.

"Hey, you want to come back after the game?" called one boy. "We could all shower
together!" The room exploded with whoops and high-fives. Tiffany was now moving
out of her trance-like, robotic state, returning to the real Tiffany Daniels, and
she flushed at the boy's comment. The humiliation of what she had done washed
over her.

"Let's get you to a restroom, Princess," Old Joe told her. "You done good, but
the second half's about to start, and you can't go back out there like that."
Tiffany nodded, numb from what she had endured over the past quarter-hour. Joe
led her from the room of goggle-eyed boys, some of whom were not pulling up their
shorts and getting ready to go back out on court for the second half.

That half passed in a blur for young Tiffany. She knew she was out on the court
between Brittany and Marla, going through the motions. At one point Marla had
even leaned over and asked "What's that in your ear, Tiffers?" Tiffany had stuck
a finger in her ear and pulled out a small gobbet of sperm that she had missed
while washing off the mask of cum.

She was vaguely aware that the Jefferson team, which had been up by 10 points at
the half, played the second half as if they had 10-pound weights strapped to
their ankles. They couldn't shoot, couldn't rebound, could barely even focus.
They grinned at one another as they jogged lazily up the court while their coach
screamed at them from the sidelines, wondering what had happened to his team.
Occasionally one would glance over at Tiffany and give her a thumbs-up and a big
grin.

Tiffany never noticed. Her mouth still tasted like sperm, her tongue ached, her
jaw ached, her hands ached. She knew what she had done, what she had been forced
to do, and her whole being ached with the shame of it.

But at least she had kept Stephanie safe, she thought. That was her consolation.


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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 coverup. 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

(Dr. Wu has been gratified by the reader response to "Toying With Tiffany." He is
mulling over a possible sequel, which will be posted at some unknown point in the
future.)