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.
